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...."

He stopped and reached into his pocket, taking out a paper. " Now, let me read the great Gary's poem. Ahe-"

Gary snatched the paper out of his hands. " No, Ash, you are not going to do so!"

" Meh." Ash said as he shrugged his shoulders. " I know it from heart."

Gary's head drooped. " Here we go again...."

Ash cleared his throat. " Let me tell a story before. To, you know, make my voice more nicer."

Gary smirked. " You don't remember, do you?"

Ash waved his arms. " Yes I do!"

" Then say it."

Ash sighed. " Fine. But don't tell me I didn't warn you."

He cleared his throat.

" My name is Gary Oak and I have the best grandpa ever and I'm the most lazy person you can think of I-"

" Okay okay that's enough!"

Dawn burst into laughter, clutching her sides. "Oh wow, Ash! That was so poetic!"

Gary shot her a look, pretending to be offended. "Hey, excuse me—if I wanted to write poetry, I'd do it better than that!" He crossed his arms, glancing sideways at Ash, who was stifling a laugh.

"Really?" Ash teased, feigning innocence. "So you're saying you're a poet and you didn't even know it?"

Gary rolled his eyes. "You're hilarious, Ash." He jabbed a thumb in Ash's direction. "At least I don't need to use my Pokémon battles to come up with my 'great ideas' for stories."

"Oh really?" Ash replied with a smirk. "Because I remember that time you totally wrote an epic haiku about Arcanine just to win a contest in school."

Dawn perked up. "Wait, Gary, you actually wrote a Pokémon poem?"

Brock grinned, nudging Gary. "C'mon, we've got to hear it now."

Gary groaned, facepalming. "I did not write an epic poem—it was a single haiku, and that was ages ago."

Ash leaned over, elbows on his knees, grinning mischievously. "Bet you remember it, though. C'mon, Mr. Pokémon Poet. Don't be shy."

With everyone's expectant faces staring him down, Gary sighed in defeat. "Fine, fine," he muttered. "Just... don't laugh."

He cleared his throat, looking around sheepishly before reciting:

"Arcanine, fierce flame,
Roaring strength and loyal heart,
Burns bright, fierce, and true."

A silence fell over the group, followed by Dawn and Brock clapping enthusiastically.

"That was actually really good, Gary!" Dawn exclaimed, beaming. "You do have a poetic side!"

Gary blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, well... maybe I do."

Ash grinned, playfully bumping Gary's shoulder. "Who knew? Gary Oak—the secret Pokémon poet. Guess I'll have to watch out. Maybe he'll start reciting poetry on the battlefield!"

Gary scoffed, rolling his eyes but smiling all the same. "Keep dreaming, Ashy Boy."