It's Relative-part fourTEXTBOBOUmBIN "Greg, umm are you sure this is such a good idea?" Brock asked after the challenge had been accepted. "Trust me Brock I know what I'm doin." Greg walked over to Gary. "You ready?" Gary nodded. "Shoot for it." He threw the ball at Gary. He turned to Brock and mouthed the word 'Hustle'. Brock instantly knew what Greg was going to do. Brock looked down at his watch, it was almost nine. He knew that Pallet Town had a curfew of nine thirty. Something he never quite understood. It seemed pretty stupid, but there wasn't much you could do about it. as soon as it hit nine thirty the lights over the courts and park would go off automatically. The game started and Gary jumped out to an early advantage. Soon he was up 15 to 5. Brock watched as Greg made every possible attempt to stop Gary, but just couldn't seem to stop him. Gary was growing very cocky and talk a lot of trash. Soon Gary was up 28 to15 and talking about how easy it was going to be to win the tournament. While Gary was talking Greg stole the ball. Gary was a little surprised, Greg hadn't been able to get any steals all night. However, as Greg went up with the ball Gary took out his legs and Greg landed hard on the pavement. Brock ran over to Greg, who was already getting up. He shakily got to his feet and stared at Gary. Gary had the sudden urge to run, but he felt as though he had been hit with a glare attack and couldn't move. Greg walked over to Gary and said one thing to him. "Run" ****************** Misty and Ash were sitting on the couch breathing hard, as well they should be. Ash's mom almost caught them making out in the living room. She had walked in just as they had come up for air, saying she was going to bed. Ash and Misty had lept apart as fast as they could making up some story that Misty and something in her eye.(clever ain't they). "Misty why can't we just tell everyone?" Ash asked, once they were sure his mom was upstairs and asleep. "Because it's more fun this way, makes it more exciting." Misty gave ash a seductive glance. "OOOO, well I guess it's ok then." With that Misty moved in close and began to kiss Ash's neck. "Well we should be careful, Brock and Greg will be here any minute." Misty stopped kissing him and started to pout. As if on cue Brock came strolling through the door. He came in and sat between Ash and Misty. "Umm Brock, where's Greg?" Misty asked. "Well he's not hunting down Gary and trying to kill him, if that's what you mean." Brock said. He had left after Gary, doing a very good impression of a quick attack, had run off after knocking Greg out of the air on that lay-up. Greg had told Brock he needed some time to cool off. Brock wouldn't leave him alone unless he agreed not to kill Gary "What?" Ash asked in surprise. "Well Gary was at the common, and challenged Greg to a game of one-on-one. Greg went up for a lay-up at one point and Gary took his legs out from under him. This greatly upset Greg and he told Gary to run, and he did." Brock told his tale. Then announced he was going to bed. He was staying in the guest room with Greg, and wanted to get the bed. "Well that sucks." Ash said after a few minutes. "Yeah I hope Greg is ok." Misty added/ "Actually that sucks for Gary, especially in the tournament." "Why is that?" "Cause now, it's personal." (Author note- Uh hi, Sgt. Pepper here. Look I know that last part is a little over used, but one more use won't kill it. Right? I'm sorry, but It's all I could think of. Back to the story :)) ******************* Greg walked into the Ketchum home at about eleven o clock. He had spent the last two hours trying to not kill Gary. It only took so long because everywhere in town there were pictures and all sorts of crap, dedicated to that punk. He couldn't understand how a whole town could worship him like that. It was sickening. He walked into the downstairs bathroom and looked around for some bandages. He hadn't done anything to his left arm since he landed on it after Gary knocked him out of the air. He looked at it. His forearm was cut badly, as was his whole upper arm. He set to work washing his arm. Unfortunately his arm had already scabbed over a fair amount and the wounds began to bleed again. He winced as he watched the blood from his arm mix with the water from the faucet. When he was happy with his job, he grabbed a towel and wrapped his arm in it. He watched as the blood soaked into the towel. He then went to the small closet and grabbed some medical tape and some bandages and applied them to his wounds. The cuts were fairly deep, due to the face that there was some broken glass on the court, and not to mention the fact the courts hadn't been redone in years. Once he was finished he cleaned up his mess and threw out the blood stained towel, and then proceeded to the kitchen. ******** Misty walked downstairs to grab a drink. She was a little surprised when she saw the light on in the kitchen. She walked in and found Greg sitting staring off in the distance, holding a sandwich in his hands. "Greg, you ok?'She asked, knocking him into reality. "Huh? Oh hey Misty. Yeah I'm fine."Greg smiled at her. He hadn't really gotten a chance to talk to her since she arrived at the Ketchum house."Just tired i guess" "Brock told us what happened at the courts. Are you ok?" Misty asked as she went to the refrigerator to grab a soda. "Yeah. So Misty, we never gotten a chance to talk, have we?" "No I guess not." Misty sat down next to Greg. She noticed his arm and winced. "Is it that bad?" "Not really, It's my shoulder that really hurts. I can't move it very much." "Are you still going to play in the tourney?" "Yup, it's just a little stiff, It'll be fine by then." "Are you sure?" "Trust me I know my body." "Oh ok." They sat in silence and then Misty broke it with her question."Why are you putting your body through this punishment?Is it still about Gary? He isn't worth it." Greg looked at Misty, then back down at his sandwich. He inhaled a deep breath. "No, it's not." 'Then what is it?" "Every year at this tournament there are college and pro scouts from all over Kanto and Johto. My parents can't afford to pay for me to go to college here. basketball is the only way i can go to school." "I thought your parents worked for the government.?' "They work for the U.N. I can got to any American school for free, but I don't want to leave here." "Oh..." I have to cut it off there, sorry. This is the first part I've posted in a while. I just started collage, and didn't have my computer here at school, but I do now. Sorry if it was a little dry, but I needed a little exposition. or something like that. The next chapter will be better I promise. it will continue from the conversation. Then prolly go into the basketball tourney. I have actually already thought of a sequal to this too, so that'll be coming up soon. keep reading -Sergeant Pepper