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The main reason I posted my main fic (which is currently on way hold, sadly) is because I was sick of seeing crap in the fan fiction section. I see that in the absence of the great fics written by me, cal, edit: c-m, and Xous, the garbage of old has begun to seep through the cracks and rise up!!!
So I gotta fix that. This is a little ditty I like to call "Ash Goes on a Date." In it, Ash goes on a date. It is a very short read - it happens to be exactly 750 words. And yet, it's still better than the filth I've seen lately.
There are a number of references in the story. See if you can find them all!
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"Oh, honey... you look amazing."
Ash smiled as he looked himself over, basking in his mother's compliment. "Thanks. I hope it's not too much."
"Of course not!" Delia protested. "That tux may have cost me three grand, but it's worth it to see my little baby so happy..."
Ash straightened his tie - burgundy, with a Weepinbell pattern - and sighed. He could hardly believe he was here right now. To some, it seemed like a simple meeting for tea. To Ash, it was another chance to see his beloved.
He sighed contentedly at the thought of her. He remembered their swimming trip a few days prior in Cerulean City's pond by Nugget Bridge quite fondly; they'd shared a tender first kiss there that evening under a beautiful moonlit sky after only two weeks of dating.
And well, when he'd asked her to be his girlfriend, he was mainly met with "It's about time!" from his peers.
Still, they were happy for him - Ash was a late bloomer on the relationship front, and they felt pleased that he was finally going steady with a girl that he'd only recently admitted he had serious feelings for.
"Do you think she'll like it?" Ash asked a bit nervously. "The tie's a bit too much, isn't it?"
Ash's mom pulled him into a tight hug. "Of course not! Everything's fine! Now go out and enjoy yourself. Are you bringing protection?"
"Mom!" Ash spun around, appalled at his mom's question. "Geez, what kind of a question is that?! Yes, I'm bringing protection, though it's not like I need him anyway. I already talked to Pikachu about it, and even though he doesn't wanna go, I told him that it would make you feel better if he did." He displayed Pikachu's Poke Ball for proof.
"Sorry, Ash, but I still worry about you," Delia apologized, fiddling with Ash's tie. "I don't know what I'd do if something happened to my baby..."
"I'll be fine. Really." Ash glanced at his watch. "All right, I better get going if I want to be on time." He let out a long breath. "Man, I'm nervous."
"You'll be fine," Delia reassured him. "It's just tea."
"Just tea. Right. All right. Here I go," he said, heading downstairs and out of his house.
Ash removed a Poke Ball from his belt. "I choose you, Farfetch'd!"
The small bird Pokemon was released in a flash. It saluted its trainer, awaiting his command.
"I need you to fly me to Cerulean City, all right? The love of my life is waiting for me, and there's no way I'm making her wait any longer! Plus, I want to get out of here before my mom founds out I lied and I'm going to be unprotected all night."
Farfetch'd nodded. Ash held his arm out, which the little bird perched upon. Gripping Ash's arm in his talons, Farfetch'd effortlessly lifted him into the sky and, at a speed more commonly achieved by aircraft, flew to Cerulean City.
They landed in front of the Pokemon Center. "Why'd you land here? The restaurant is two miles from here!" In a huff, Ash brought the bird back into the ball and reluctantly hailed a cab.
He arrived at his destination with five minutes to spare. As he paid the pint-sized cab driver (and his two assistants - he'd have to look up just what a "Triple Cabbie Special Fare" was when he got home), he exited the vehicle.
No sooner did he step out of the car did he nearly melt from loveyness.
She was a thing of beauty. Everything about her screamed the ocean; blue pins in her hair accentuated her dark blue gown, which managed to hug her curvaceous form quite nicely. The gown had a Whiscash pattern, which Ash honestly thought was a little weird, but he wasn't about to invoke her wrath by saying anything about it. The beating she gave him when he criticized her Quagsire slippers was too fresh in his mind to risk anything now, and he glanced at her feet just to make sure she wasn't wearing them.
She was not - instead, some light blue heels, that sparkled in the light. She was the very definition of beauty. All eyes were on her. And she was all his.
They embraced. Ash spoke up. "You look aesthetically pleasing."
"You think so?"
He held her hands in his. "I know so."
She swooned. "I love you, Ash."
He swooned with her. "I love you too, Bertha."
ENDENDEND
So I gotta fix that. This is a little ditty I like to call "Ash Goes on a Date." In it, Ash goes on a date. It is a very short read - it happens to be exactly 750 words. And yet, it's still better than the filth I've seen lately.
There are a number of references in the story. See if you can find them all!
STARTSTARTSTART
"Oh, honey... you look amazing."
Ash smiled as he looked himself over, basking in his mother's compliment. "Thanks. I hope it's not too much."
"Of course not!" Delia protested. "That tux may have cost me three grand, but it's worth it to see my little baby so happy..."
Ash straightened his tie - burgundy, with a Weepinbell pattern - and sighed. He could hardly believe he was here right now. To some, it seemed like a simple meeting for tea. To Ash, it was another chance to see his beloved.
He sighed contentedly at the thought of her. He remembered their swimming trip a few days prior in Cerulean City's pond by Nugget Bridge quite fondly; they'd shared a tender first kiss there that evening under a beautiful moonlit sky after only two weeks of dating.
And well, when he'd asked her to be his girlfriend, he was mainly met with "It's about time!" from his peers.
Still, they were happy for him - Ash was a late bloomer on the relationship front, and they felt pleased that he was finally going steady with a girl that he'd only recently admitted he had serious feelings for.
"Do you think she'll like it?" Ash asked a bit nervously. "The tie's a bit too much, isn't it?"
Ash's mom pulled him into a tight hug. "Of course not! Everything's fine! Now go out and enjoy yourself. Are you bringing protection?"
"Mom!" Ash spun around, appalled at his mom's question. "Geez, what kind of a question is that?! Yes, I'm bringing protection, though it's not like I need him anyway. I already talked to Pikachu about it, and even though he doesn't wanna go, I told him that it would make you feel better if he did." He displayed Pikachu's Poke Ball for proof.
"Sorry, Ash, but I still worry about you," Delia apologized, fiddling with Ash's tie. "I don't know what I'd do if something happened to my baby..."
"I'll be fine. Really." Ash glanced at his watch. "All right, I better get going if I want to be on time." He let out a long breath. "Man, I'm nervous."
"You'll be fine," Delia reassured him. "It's just tea."
"Just tea. Right. All right. Here I go," he said, heading downstairs and out of his house.
Ash removed a Poke Ball from his belt. "I choose you, Farfetch'd!"
The small bird Pokemon was released in a flash. It saluted its trainer, awaiting his command.
"I need you to fly me to Cerulean City, all right? The love of my life is waiting for me, and there's no way I'm making her wait any longer! Plus, I want to get out of here before my mom founds out I lied and I'm going to be unprotected all night."
Farfetch'd nodded. Ash held his arm out, which the little bird perched upon. Gripping Ash's arm in his talons, Farfetch'd effortlessly lifted him into the sky and, at a speed more commonly achieved by aircraft, flew to Cerulean City.
They landed in front of the Pokemon Center. "Why'd you land here? The restaurant is two miles from here!" In a huff, Ash brought the bird back into the ball and reluctantly hailed a cab.
He arrived at his destination with five minutes to spare. As he paid the pint-sized cab driver (and his two assistants - he'd have to look up just what a "Triple Cabbie Special Fare" was when he got home), he exited the vehicle.
No sooner did he step out of the car did he nearly melt from loveyness.
She was a thing of beauty. Everything about her screamed the ocean; blue pins in her hair accentuated her dark blue gown, which managed to hug her curvaceous form quite nicely. The gown had a Whiscash pattern, which Ash honestly thought was a little weird, but he wasn't about to invoke her wrath by saying anything about it. The beating she gave him when he criticized her Quagsire slippers was too fresh in his mind to risk anything now, and he glanced at her feet just to make sure she wasn't wearing them.
She was not - instead, some light blue heels, that sparkled in the light. She was the very definition of beauty. All eyes were on her. And she was all his.
They embraced. Ash spoke up. "You look aesthetically pleasing."
"You think so?"
He held her hands in his. "I know so."
She swooned. "I love you, Ash."
He swooned with her. "I love you too, Bertha."
ENDENDEND
