Why procrastinate now when you can do it later?
[By Manwe! What am I, a slave to be ordered around at will? No! But according to my dad, yes... He won't get up ten minutes earlier to feed the dogs and take the trash out. So he tells me, who purposely slept a little late today because I'm done with my chores, to do his for him. Bastard.
Well, two headlines for today, one awesome and one not so awesome. Not so awesome first: I'm not gonna be in school this Friday, and since I know in advance I have to make up all of my work in advance. And since my teachers give /extra/ homework on Fridays, rather than less, that means I have a lot to do. *sigh* No free time for me this week....
But on to the better news! I got home today and checked the mailbox, as usual, and what do I find? A long white strange-loking package... I'm a little weirded out by this, of course. But then I look at the label. It's from Acoustic Corner. "Well," I say to myself, "it can't be /too/ bad if it's from a music store, right?" So I fight my way through the ants and the mud and the mosquitoes and the stench and the dogs and come inside, where I open it in the semi-safety of my room. And guess what it is? Two new Susato whistles! Both in D, one regular and one low!!! Happiness! The regular one isn't anything special, my mom just ordered it because Susatos have a nicer tone in the high range than regular pennywhistles and aren't as squeaky. But the low whistle is sooooooo cool! It's about 2 1/2 feet long and the stretch between the fingers of the bottom hand is 2 to 3 inches minimum. It's a bitch to play, frankly. But the tone is just heavenly (it would be nicer if it was wooden, but y'know what? I'm not spending a couple hundred bucks on one whistle), and...well. I think you get the point.
In summary? Tomorrow's session is gonna rock!!!!!!!!!
...argh... Here I was, thinking I'd get through the night without wanting to strangle my dad...so much for that *sigh* He just yelled at me for trying to put together a list of links and stuff to e-mail to myself so that I won't have to search them out tomorrow during class.... *growl* He's driving me up the wall, I swear...and he complains about me and my mom being bitchy all the time!]
Betrayal (cont'd)
Ash stumbled into Team Rocket's latest lair looking disheveled but angry. His eyes were alight with a strange fire; Team Rocket, who had seen the twerp pretty mad before, were suddenly cringing before the onslaught of his rage. Even Pikachu looked more than a little worried.
Then again, Pikachu knew just how tired Ash was, and how much pain he was in, and he knew that a single attack by Charizard or even one of Team Rocket's pokemon would be enough to knock him down permanently. So he had quite a bit to be worried about.
Said dragon Pokemon realized this, too. But unfortunately, it didn't have the same loyalty as Pikachu; a burning fury welled up inside its mind, and it moved to attack. Ash stumbled to the side and managed to avoid the brunt of the attack, but the flames still licked at his clothes and he gritted his teeth. Charizard beat his wings, creating a huge gust of wind, and Ash fell to his knees.
"Piiiiika!" The mouse Pokemon bounded forward, ignoring the fire-type completely, and ran toward its master. But before it could get there Charizard let loose another powerful blast of fire, and it struck Ash dead-on; the young trainer let out a scream of anguish and collapsed.
"Pikaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" //Nooooooooooo!// The electric-type took a flying leap and landed next to its master's face. Ash gave a pitiful moan.
"Pikachu...buddy...I'm sorry... It wasn't supposed to...end like this..." Ash raised his head slightly and looked at his Pikachu, sorrow in his eyes. "We made a great team, you and I," he murmured. "But now...you gotta free the others, you got that? Free the others. Get them away from Team Rocket. Save yourselves...Bulbasaur's here, he'll help..." There was a quiet sound of agreement, and Bulbasaur squirmed his way out of Ash's backpack, being careful the whole time to stay out of Team Rocket's sight. It wouldn't do to be found out so early.
//But the master - //
Ash gave a weak cough and grimaced slightly as another wave of pain washed over him. "Don't worry about me," he said. "Just help the others and get out of here... Please, Pikachu..." His eyes were pleading, now, wrestling with Pikachu's and slowly, so slowly, winning, "just save yourselves... Do it as a favor...to me..."
"Piiika..."
"Char!"
Pikachu jumped away just as another Flamethrower struck the ground right next to him, missing Ash's now-unconscious form by mere millimeters. Bulbasaur slunk back into the shadows, knowing that PIkachu would call when it needed help. Pikachu was by far the most able of all of the master's pokemon at battling without direction, without hope. It was up to him now.
***
"Nurse Joy?"
"Yes, Rosaline? What is it?"
"Do you have a group of wild pokemon coming in today?"
"No... No, they're not due until next week. Why?"
"Because....well, just look out the window." Nurse Joy got up and dusted off her apron, then walked to the window that overlooked the road. Sure enough, there was a rather large crowd of weary pokemon stumbling their way up the path. She noticed with trepidation that many of them looked rather badly hurt, especially the types weak against fire.
"How strange," the nurse muttered. "Rosaline, I get the feeling they'll be needing quite a bit of help - could you go get Chancey and round up all of the assistants you can?"
"Sure, Nurse Joy. I'll be back in a moment." Rosaline left, and Nurse Joy leaned up against the window, watching the strange parade of pokemon wind their way through the grasses. She waited unti lthey were very near, then walked to the door to welcome them.
"Hello there," she smiled, holding the door open. "You look tired; why don't you all come in and - "
"Pi...pika?" From its spot hidden behind a larger Pokemon, a small Pikachu came forward, limping badly and looking downright exhausted. "Piiiiiika..."
"Wait a second," Nurse Joy breathed. "Aren't you...Ash's Pikachu?"
"Saur! Bulbasaur!" A Bulbasaur shouldered its way forward through the crowd, joined an instant later by a Bayleaf. Both had their Vines out and seemed to be dragging something. It took a minute for the nurse to realize that the something was a makeshift stretcher, and that the motionless, frighteningly pale form on the stretcher was Ash Ketchum.
[...ok, weird ending there. I may change that tomorrow, I dunno...but now I gotta go to bed, because my asshole dad's being, well, an asshole, and is yelling at me for something my friend did. *rolls eyes* Is it just me, or does he seem to yell at me a lot, and for really bad reasons?]
Random Quote of the Day:
Just once, I wish we would encounter an alien menace that wasn't immune to bullets.
- [Unknown]
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