Pokemon Indigo League Stories Part 2

Ill willed hunting

" That must mean you write Pokemon poetry too! Let's hear a poem, please!" Dawn begged as she clasped her hands together.

Gary turned to her and raised a brow. " Huh?"

It was a good ( or bad) thing Ash was there.

Because he came to Gary's rescue.

Kinda.

Ash turned to Dawn. " Oh, you see, Gary specializes in having the most sassiest attitude ever, bringing me down, thinking I'm a loser, and let's see.... uh.... oh yeah! And having his grandpa say EVERYTHING about Gary. ' Gary did this, Gary did that'...."

Gary raised a brow at Ash too. " Huh?!"

Brock cleared his throat. " He's also a Pokemon Reasercher, so he doesn't have time to be a poet."

" No no no, he has ALL the time in the world." Ash corrected. " As compared to a trainer. The other day the Professor called and he told me a poem and when he asked if it was good I said I don't specialize in that and he gave me a whole lecture."

" Huh?"

" Are you just gonna say ' huh?' this whole time, Gary?"

" Huh?"

Ash sighed. " Yep. Ah well. Might as well start talking about the time he-"

" Don't you dare, Ashy Boy!"

Ash smirked. " Ah, you're not just gonna keep repeating ' hUh?'"

" Huh?"

Ash sighed. " Here we go again...."

Dawn burst into laughter, clutching her sides. "Oh, you two are just too much!" she managed, wiping a tear from her eye. "It's like watching a comedy show."

Gary rolled his eyes, but a smirk tugged at his lips. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, Dawn. Just don't expect any actual poetry from me. That's more... Ash's territory."

Ash's eyes widened. "What? Since when do I do poetry?"

Gary shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I mean, you've got the passion for it. 'My Pikachu, my Pikachu, you're loyal through and through,' and all that."

Ash turned red. "Hey! I've never said that!"

Dawn giggled. "Oh, come on, Ash. It wouldn't be so bad if you did. I mean, who wouldn't want to hear a heartfelt poem from a Pokémon trainer?"

Brock nodded sagely. "It would add some sophistication to your image, Ash. Something to consider."

Ash crossed his arms and pouted. "Oh, come on, I'm here to train, not... read poems to my Pokémon."

Gary smirked, nudging him. "Maybe it would make them listen to you more, Ashy Boy. You know, calm them down after all your wild training ideas."

Ash shot him a playful glare. "Oh, I'll show you wild training ideas when I beat you in our next battle."

Gary's smirk grew. "Bring it on, Poet Master Ash."