Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon in any way, shape or form. You are now equipped with the knowledge that has plagued the wisest of us for centuries.. Use it well. Authors Note: Well, Dannichu said she didn’t care if it was a Final Fantasy Romance rated NC-17 (well, maybe not the NC-17-ness), I HAD TO WRITE SOMETHING! So I am. This is based largely upon episode 7 of Love Hina, the one with Kentaro and the Theme Park and yadda yadda yadda. I don’t own Love Hina, by the way. Duh. *** First Date Chapter One Two figures on a beach lit by the sunset. The sea laps at their feet and the last orange rays of light wash over them. The girl bowed her head. “That’s great. Be happy with her.” she said. The boy opposite her started forward and grabbed her wrists, making her look up at him. Blushing, she inclined her head again. “I don’t know...Does it matter what happens to someone like me?” She slapped his hand away and began to run, but he took hold of her wrist again, the sudden movement making her fall over, the boy on all fours on top of her. “Do you...love me?” she asked tentatively. “Yes,” answered the boy in a strangely echoing voice, “I love you.” She began to lean forward, but a voice came from nowhere, interrupting them. “Who...? Who’s that?” Another joined in. “Who’s that? Which one could that be?” “Huh?” said the girl, placing her hand on the boy’s face and pushing him away. She looked around, puzzled as to where the voices were coming from. The same girl was looking around in a sunlit house, but she was wearing different clothes and it was only mid-morning, not sunset. Oh, and there was the small matter of the visor printed with a large elaborate eye covering her face. She shook her head a few more times and the visor slid off. The sight was a strange one indeed. Her friends, who went by the names of Whitney - who was holding an egg pokémon that she recognised as her own Togepi, Duplica, Brock and Tracy, were grouped around a large television screen which was showing a picture of her and the man from earlier in the compromising position she had left him in. “Rewind it a bit!” said Duplica, who was apparently talking to Brock, who seemed to be the machine’s operator. “Sure!” The screen jittered a bit and the man’s face came up close to the screen. “I don’t know that guy...” mused Whitney, staring intently at the screen. Togepi squeaked happily as Whitney leaned closer to the screen. Brock turned away from the screen. “Hey, Misty, who is this?” he said with a smirk, jerking his thumb at the man’s frozen visage. Instead of replying, Misty just pointed at the screen. “Why is my dream showing up on there?” Brock smirked even more. “This is an invention of Professor Oak’s. It connects to antenna on a person’s head and displays what’s inside that person’s heart.” Pikachu, Misty had just noticed, was acting as the antenna Brock had mentioned. Getting angry, Misty jumped to her feet. “This isn’t an antenna!” she cried, pointing at Pikachu. Or, rather, where Pikachu had been seconds before. Jolted from his position on Misty’s head, he had fallen off and landed on Ash’s face. Ash, who had been asleep on the floor behind where Misty had been sitting, was jerked awake. The others watched with mixed expressions as Pikachu thunderbolted Ash and he writhed on the spot. Pikachu seemed to decide that his inexplicable wrath had been taken care of, and stopped shocking him a few seconds later. Still smoking slightly, Ash jumped to his feet and grinned at Misty stupidly. “Hey Misty! Wasn’t it fun yesterday?” He scratched the back of his head and laughed. Misty wondered if the shock had made him disorientated. Well, more disorientated than it usually made him. Ash continued, oblivious to the strange looks the others were giving him; “Snacking and chatting by ourselves, and Misty becoming hyper on Jigglypuff candy!” He began to bounce around as if he was the one hyper. Misty raised an eyebrow and folded her arms as he ran around the room, coming to a stop at the TV screen, where the man’s face was still displayed. “Who’s that?” he asked, pointing at him. Misty blushed furiously and stared at her worn trainers. Brock chuckled and prodded Misty on the arm. “This is the prince of Misty’s dreams.” This seemed to jog Ash out of his hyper-ness extremely quickly. “Whaaat?” he cried, zooming over to Misty and staring at her intently as if her beetroot face would reveal to him it was all a big joke. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t. Misty turned even redder. “N-No! He’s a complete stranger to me!” she insisted, leaning back from Ash’s horrified visage. Tracy quickly interrupted, as Ash looked like he was going to explode. “Anyway, are you okay?” she asked Misty, who had leaned round Ash so she could address Tracy properly. “Huh?” “I mean, isn’t that Water Pokémon convention today?” Misty screamed suddenly and whipped round to look at the clock. “Aaah! I’m late! Extremely late!” She grabbed a pile of nearby clothes and was about to pull off her shirt when Whitney jumped up and stopped her. “Don’t change here!” she wailed, gesturing with her spare arm, as the other was holding a cheerful Togepi, to the three males, all of whom looked rather stunned that they were about to get a free showing of a girl undressing; or rather, Brock was drooling, Duplica was thumping Brock for being perverted - a fat lot of good that would do, Tracy looked rather white, and Ash had gone into a state of near-unconsciousness and was twitching on the floor. Misty screamed again, whipped out her mallet from goodness knows where and proceeded to beat the guys senseless, with Whitney hovering uncertainly on the side and Duplica cackling manically. She halted in her actions a few moments later, as the ground has begun to rumble and shake slightly. Moments later, what looked like a huge drill burst out of the ground in the middle of the path outside Mrs. Ketchum’s house. The assorted teenagers all gasped and ran outside to check what on earth it was. They gathered round it and seconds after their arrival, the door slowly slid open. ‘It’s an alien!’ Ash thought wildly, but it was nothing of the sort. As the door disappeared, a silhouette could be distinguished; a decidedly masculine silhouette. A light came on in the craft, which illuminated the mysterious stranger. Misty’s eyes widened and Duplica nudged Brock, who leant down so she could whisper in his ear; ‘Isn’t that the guy from Misty’s dream?’ Brock nodded and looked back up at the stranger, who had begun to descend from his craft. It was indeed the man from Misty’s dream, except he was wearing a neatly pressed suit instead of bathing shorts. He seemed oblivious to the six pairs of eyes staring at him as he slowly walked down the steps which had slid out of seemingly nowhere and walked in the direction of Misty. Ash made an odd strangled sound as he held out his hand, which Misty stared at blankly. He spoke, his voice the epitome of the word ‘dulcet’. “Here come to me. Trust me.” Misty tentatively took his hand and he pulled her back onto the ‘vehicle’ he had arrived in. Ash made another weird noise as the doors closed on them and the mechanism made a roaring sound and shot off into the sky like some odd, blue, mechanical Pidgeot. Delia Ketchum leaned out of the kitchen window and tutted disapprovingly at the hole. “Who’s going to clear that up?” she said, and disappeared back into the kitchen to make lunch. *** Now would be a great time to mention that this will be a chapter fic wouldn’t it? Well, what do you think? Good? Bad? Don’t really care? Feel free to e- mail me and rant about how OOC some people are, or how I’m never going to finish this because it takes me forever to finish stories *cough*Summer Camp*cough* (By the way, I’m sorry about Summer Camp, but I WILL finish it! I promise!). Well, I’m off to start writing chapter 2! See ya!