Ash and Dawn: Together

Saying Cheese

(AUTHOR NOTE: I was inspired to write this chapter by a hentai pic. if you wanna see it, hit me up)





Shocked. Surprised. Stunned. Flabbergasted. Astonished. Out and out blown away.

This is what Brock was feeling right now. Very little surprised the season pokemon breeder any more. He'd pretty much seen it all in his time on the road with his good friend Ash. He's seen pokemon, big and small, battles that shock his senses, stood in awe of beings of unimaginable power and status but this was something different. He had come to expect certain things to happen in his life and expected to see certain things from the people around him but this took the cake. No, better yet, it took the cake, ate it, threw it up, and someone slipped in it and fell. This was big and he didn't mean "finally finding a woman who liked him" big. Well, that would be big for him but compared to what he was seeing right now, it paled in comparison.

So, what could do this to Brock, you ask? Well, it all started with a very simple request on his part.

"Ash, do you have Misty's number?"

The trio were nearing the next town on ash's re-conquest of the Kanto gyms, in preparation for his elite 4 challenge back in Sinnoh, as well as Dawn trying her hand at Kanto contests. The next gym was very special to him and Brock since it was the Cerulean city gym, headed up by their old traveling partner and good friend, Misty. They were still a day or so away from reaching the city and were taking a break from the road. They found a nice rest stop, complete with picnic tables, barbeque pits, and restrooms. Dawn was very grateful for the last part, since she hated doing her business in the woods. The pokemon were out and about, playing and taking in the fresh air, while Ash and Dawn talked amongst themselves. Brock was busy preparing a late lunch for the group, catching small snippets of their conversation. He knew well enough not to listen in on what they were talking about but he caught enough to know that Dawn was very curious about Misty. She had never met her or even seen a picture of her, so it was normal that she had questions and the black haired trainer was eager to answer her questions. And that's where the question came into play. Brock wanted to let their old friend know they were coming in town and to be prepared for his challenge of her gym so he asked Ash if he had her number. Not wanting to break his conversation with Dawn, he offhandedly told him to look in his poke-etch. It was a gift from his mother after his return from Sinnoh. It was a very advanced model, with more features than he really wanted or needed but he still wore it for its watch function and camera feature. He also kept a large list of phone numbers in it as well, among them being Misty's number. Brock didn't have a poke-etch and he was a bit terrible with phone number so having Ash keep them all was better for him. He looked over the table where the two sat and saw no sign of the device. He was about to ask him where it was when he caught sight, attached to his backpack. Typical Ash. He walked over to it, which was laying next to a tree and on top of Dawn's pink pack. Unhooking the device, he opened the flip screen and began scanning through the options. After a minute or so, he found Ash's list of number, all of whom Brock knew. Friends, rivals, gym leaders, etc. they were all in the list. Eventually, he found he number he wanted and wrote it down so that he wouldn't have to annoy Ash any more. He was about to close the screen when he noticed the PICS file. He knew he shouldn't look through his files but he was curious of what exactly a guy like Ash took pics of. Probably nothing but pics of his pokemon. What's the harm? He clicked on the file and found only three pictures in it. He figured he'd have more than that on it but he was curious to see what exactly he took. He clicked on the first picture: not surprisingly, it was of Dawn. She had her back to the camera, her face looked over her shoulder, smiling and throwing a cute wink at the camera and Ash as well. Brock smiled a little as he clicked on the second pic: Dawn yet again but not as nice as the first. He remembered that scene very well. Dawn was training with her Pachirisu for the next contest when the over-excited electric type unleashed discharge on her. Needless to say, her hair suffered for it and ash, ever the joker, snapped a pic of her in this state. The bluette saw what he did and with a rage in her eyes that could put even Charizard to shame, took off after him, roaring for him to delete the picture. Brock chuckled to himself at the memory as he moved on the last one. Needless to say, he wasn't laughing for long. He dropped the device on the ground as a cold sweet rolled on his face. Did he see what he thought he saw? No, it couldn't be. No way. He was dreaming. He was hallucinating. It was photoshop at least. He looked up at the duo at the table. Ash must have told a joke or something cause Dawn was giggling at him. Not wanting to draw their attention or the attention of the pokemon, he reached down and opened up the flip screen. It took about 14 seconds for it to sink in. He was wide away, he wasn't hallucinating and it damn sure didn't look like photoshop.