Post by MiloticSoldier on Apr 13, 2006 16:46:56 GMT -5
Hey, this is my first fic, and I decided to do it about my favorite main charater inside the Pokemon anime. I chose it because Brock is a cook, and I like to watch a lot of cook shows; Lucy is a very hot lady that amazes me in every sense of the word. This is Lucky Shipping (Brock and Lucy); I wrote this mainly for Brock to get a girlfriend that actually like him, and Brock also likes Lucy. In my opinion, they were made for each other. Kind of funny, the way that the whole idea works on TV. I hope all of you like Lucky Shipping, this series has ton of it. Well this is the prologue for you to get the sense of what the story is about. Hope you all liike it!
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In the area of Pewter City, known as "the stone city city," was a scene with the sun setting. From above the city, you could see the sun setting behind the mountains that laid behind the rock city, with the forests beneath and on them as well. Fields with Pokemon and their respective trainers on them, either practicing battle skills or helping tend that part. Some trainers without Pokemon, most wearing bug-catcher hats, were ironically spraying a bottle, which was Repel, to keep the Pokemon away. The stone-paved roads had the sound of hooves as people walked on them, with those not helping the agriculture heading inside, ready to end the day with a relaxing dinner or sleep as they walked with happy expressions as their day was probably a good one to remember.
Years have passed, and Brock, the optimistic cook, supporter to many friends and Pokemon Breeder that always falls in love with random girls, always asking them to marry him even though they have never met, is currently in the Pewter City gym, in the gym's arena with his many siblings surrounding him. He had light-brown skin with closed eyes that still managed to carry emotion in them; spiky dark-brown hair, and a brown blazer with orange on the collar and pants with green tones on them with a dark-brown undershirt, looking almost the same that he was two years ago, except this time, he zippered up that blazer.
Firoo, the oldest brother in the family other than him, also having the same shut eyes that he did as that seemed to be something that was in the genes of Brock's family, wearing a tan-colored shirt that had a picture of a happy Geodude closing its eyes with its fists holding up and an Onix with closing eyes flat on a grass field with its extremely long body; overall face makeup looked the same as Brock except that he was much shorter, came over to him. "Hey Brock . . . I went into- I mean, checked your email, and you got one from some pretty girl named Lucy . . . she attached her picture and you're going to be in for a surprise! "
Brock stopped what he was doing, which was sewing together a pink dress with some pockets for one of his little sisters, putting the needle and dress down onto the wooden-brown table near him, and got excited with a look of rising hope on his face, the kind that he got whenever he just met a pretty girl, with his shut eyes gleaming with curiousity. "Lucy . . . ? I miss that super-pretty girl so much . . ." his look turned to one of being annoyed, but a friendly and kidding one. "You have been looking in my e-mail account? What's wrong with you? I thought that I told you to stop doing that when you prank e-mailed my mom yesterday!"
Firoo had a look of embarassment as Brock scolded him, scratching his slightly lighter brown-colored hair than Brock's, but knowing that Brock didn't mean to get angry at him and was saying that in a nice way but still meant it. "Oops . . . sorry for doing that in your account . . .again . . . that was a pretty funny prank that I did yesterday, don't you think?" he paused for a moment, stopped scratching the back of his hair and went back to the subject at hand. "Well Brock . . . are you happy that you got that email though? I heard from some of your friends that when you were on your journey with them, you were always assisting them in many good ways, but you were always stopping that in a second when you met any random girl, is that right?"
"Yeah . . . " Brock thought back of the time when he was traveling with Ash, May, and Max in the Kanto Battle Frontier when Ash was battling the Frontier Brains, and when May was entering the Contest Halls. "I guess that I should go and check on it . . . "
"I see that you're curious about it. I know you Brock . . . and whenever you say something that involves getting to meet a girl, even when you're short of words like you are right now, it's eventually going to become something big that can get either you or the people that you're with in trouble," Firoo clutched Brock on the forearm, and began pulling the bigger brother in the direction that led to the door, leading him to the living room. "Come with me, then. You're going to be jumping through the roof once you read this message that she sent you if I know you. Maybe even more than that since this is a . . . pretty girl!"
The living room had a wooden floor with a drawer holding various rocks, also having walls made out of wood logs, making the way that it appeared ironic compared to the way that the Pokemon Gym looked, as that had many rocks on the battlefield and steel as the spectator stand; a desk that was made out of smooth stone that seemed to be carved out to look like a professional one, having a computer with the mouse and printer on it. The window with what seemed like glued rare rocks on the edged of it showed a small, personal pond that Brock and his family owned, with the sun setting at the time, also having an electricity generator and green pipes that were clearly shown in the clean water, leading into the house and was linked to the sink that was also in the room.
Firoo dragged Brock onto the wooden seat, which was facing the direction of the computer that was currently on and had a window up with his email on it; Brock sat willingly onto the stool, looking at the screen with a look of anticipation of what the email would say. "So that's what it says . . . ? Looks like something that you would get from a celebrity. Kind of cool even though I didn't open the email yet" Brock made movements with the mouse and it opened up a window that had a picture of Lucy on it, as an image attachment. There were pink frames on the edge of the e-mail message with pictures of the poisonous cobra Pokemon, Seviper, in poses.
"See? I told you. Read it!" Firoo urged.
"Sure," Brock read the letter out loud.
Dear Brock,
I miss you so much!
Ever since that day when I met you,
I have been thinking . . .
of how I want to see your beautiful face again . . .
I love the way that your eyes show passion . . .
Of love and grace . . .
Oh how I miss it so!
How you cook
How you care
How you love . . .
Whether you're Asian . . .
An African . . .
Or a Mexican . . .
With everlasting mystery . . .
How can anyone not adore you?
Perfect as anyone can be . . .
Come over here to the Battle Frontier!
P.S. I have attached a Battle Frontier Pass along with this e-mail. Take the boat in Vermillion to get there.
Brock's face gleemed with blush. "Oh . . . my . . . god!" he jolted out of his seat and jumped in excitement as if he was a little kid.
The pass with a picture of a boat and the Battle Frontier appeared like when a Pokemon is transported using a laser ray.
"You're so lucky . . . " said Firoo. "Eh, who cares . . . he left the room and entered the gym, with the other siblings playing around in it.
Brock held the pass with his two hands. "So this is where I'm going to go, eh? Can't wait . . . " he grabbed his backpack and left the house. "I'm going to head over to Vermillion City first thing in the morning, but first I'm going to head over to Cerulean and visit Misty."
The next day, the sun shined through the window of Brock's sturdy home made out of dark rocks that you would think would be home to a caveman, but actually more sophisticated as it was shaped like a house and had more protection than most of the regular homes that flood the Kanto region. Brock was in a deluxe bed in a rather large room, one the size that may seem of a museum or another public places, littered with many of his younger siblings having smaller beds and Firoo, the oldest brother other than him was in a bed that was similar to Brock's. Having a good night sleep, many of the siblings got up from the bed they were on and stretched or yawned in the gentle light that was emitting from the overhead window.
Brock got out of his rock-colored bed, yawning in a refreshed way and stretching his arms wide, almost knocking Firoo, who's bed was but a few feet away from where Brock was standing. Firoo and the other siblings also woke up, feeling refreshed and some of them headed over to the bathroom so that they could do the daily morning routines; Since Brock had so many kids living with him, it was only natural that he would have a restroom that was the size of a public one; bigger, because there were always 10-20 people in there.
"What a refreshing day!' yawned Brock, walking over to the living room, which had another bathroom there that wasn't occupied by anyone but Firoo. He brushed his teeth and mouthwashed, nature's call, and washed hiws hands along with his face with a look of brimming excitement that he is going to reunite with Misty.
Firoo left the bathroom first and was sitting in the living room when Brock left it second. "So this is your day . . . I assume that you're going to need a map so that you can get to Cerulean City to get with Misty, then Vermillion City so that you can catch your boat tomorrow, am I right, Brock?"
Brock nodded. "Well you're kind of good when it comes to knowing what I need. Yeah . . . I do need a map . . . wait . . . I think that I have one," Brock looked in the rather large, green backpack that he always had, lying on the table with him digging at the contents. He took his hand out with a look of embarassment. "Oops . . . I'm afraid that I don't really have my map with me . . . I forgot that it was years ago that I did . . . "
Firoo took a map out that was under the couch, holding it out to Brock in a nice way. "You did have a map. I found it under this couch a month ago and I was going to keep it so that i can go on my own Pokemon Journey, but I decided to be an honest little brother and give it to you, Brock."
Brock accepted the map that Firoo handed out to him with gentle hands. "Thanks for not making me open the roof of the house looking for it. What do you mean that you want to go and have your own Pokemon Journey? A long time ago you said that you wanted to look over the gym for me when I was gone traveling on my adventures with all of my friends."
"Well . . . that was a long time ago . . . " answered Firoo. "I'm tired of staying here and beating all of the Pokemon Trainers that come here to battle. I mean, yesterday I battled eight trainers that thought that using plain physical moves against Rock types would win against them! I need something new. I'm twelve-years old now, after all."
Brock smiled. "Well if that's what you really want to . . . " Brock gave the map back to Firoo, leaving his younger brother in a state of confusion. "I think that you need it more than I do."
"But you need it so that you can get to Vermillion City, right?" asked Firoo. "I mean, this is your chance to get a girlfriend, and I don't think that you should ruin it."
"I don't need a map," Brock took out something that looked similar to a cellphone. It was mountain brown with rocks found in nature as a pattern, had the symbol of the Pewter City Gym's Boulder Badge; advanced buttons that read "A", "B", "Start", "Select", and "L" with "R" at the sides of the top. There was a screen covering the first half of the device. "I have a PokeNavi with me, and it has map functions as one of them."
Firro slanted over at the PokeNavi with curiousity. "That looks cool. Maybe I can have one someday."
Brock smiled. "Yeah . . . I'm sure that you'll get one someday, Max. But for now, I need it so that I can get to where I want to." Brock put the stuff that he dug out of his backpack back inside and wore the heavy item as if it was light. "I need to go now, okay? Tell your other siblings that I said bye to them, okay?" Brock opened the door and left.
"See ya!" Firoo waved. He then put a snickery look on his face. "You'll see me soon enough . . ." he mumbled silently to himself.
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In the area of Pewter City, known as "the stone city city," was a scene with the sun setting. From above the city, you could see the sun setting behind the mountains that laid behind the rock city, with the forests beneath and on them as well. Fields with Pokemon and their respective trainers on them, either practicing battle skills or helping tend that part. Some trainers without Pokemon, most wearing bug-catcher hats, were ironically spraying a bottle, which was Repel, to keep the Pokemon away. The stone-paved roads had the sound of hooves as people walked on them, with those not helping the agriculture heading inside, ready to end the day with a relaxing dinner or sleep as they walked with happy expressions as their day was probably a good one to remember.
Years have passed, and Brock, the optimistic cook, supporter to many friends and Pokemon Breeder that always falls in love with random girls, always asking them to marry him even though they have never met, is currently in the Pewter City gym, in the gym's arena with his many siblings surrounding him. He had light-brown skin with closed eyes that still managed to carry emotion in them; spiky dark-brown hair, and a brown blazer with orange on the collar and pants with green tones on them with a dark-brown undershirt, looking almost the same that he was two years ago, except this time, he zippered up that blazer.
Firoo, the oldest brother in the family other than him, also having the same shut eyes that he did as that seemed to be something that was in the genes of Brock's family, wearing a tan-colored shirt that had a picture of a happy Geodude closing its eyes with its fists holding up and an Onix with closing eyes flat on a grass field with its extremely long body; overall face makeup looked the same as Brock except that he was much shorter, came over to him. "Hey Brock . . . I went into- I mean, checked your email, and you got one from some pretty girl named Lucy . . . she attached her picture and you're going to be in for a surprise! "
Brock stopped what he was doing, which was sewing together a pink dress with some pockets for one of his little sisters, putting the needle and dress down onto the wooden-brown table near him, and got excited with a look of rising hope on his face, the kind that he got whenever he just met a pretty girl, with his shut eyes gleaming with curiousity. "Lucy . . . ? I miss that super-pretty girl so much . . ." his look turned to one of being annoyed, but a friendly and kidding one. "You have been looking in my e-mail account? What's wrong with you? I thought that I told you to stop doing that when you prank e-mailed my mom yesterday!"
Firoo had a look of embarassment as Brock scolded him, scratching his slightly lighter brown-colored hair than Brock's, but knowing that Brock didn't mean to get angry at him and was saying that in a nice way but still meant it. "Oops . . . sorry for doing that in your account . . .again . . . that was a pretty funny prank that I did yesterday, don't you think?" he paused for a moment, stopped scratching the back of his hair and went back to the subject at hand. "Well Brock . . . are you happy that you got that email though? I heard from some of your friends that when you were on your journey with them, you were always assisting them in many good ways, but you were always stopping that in a second when you met any random girl, is that right?"
"Yeah . . . " Brock thought back of the time when he was traveling with Ash, May, and Max in the Kanto Battle Frontier when Ash was battling the Frontier Brains, and when May was entering the Contest Halls. "I guess that I should go and check on it . . . "
"I see that you're curious about it. I know you Brock . . . and whenever you say something that involves getting to meet a girl, even when you're short of words like you are right now, it's eventually going to become something big that can get either you or the people that you're with in trouble," Firoo clutched Brock on the forearm, and began pulling the bigger brother in the direction that led to the door, leading him to the living room. "Come with me, then. You're going to be jumping through the roof once you read this message that she sent you if I know you. Maybe even more than that since this is a . . . pretty girl!"
The living room had a wooden floor with a drawer holding various rocks, also having walls made out of wood logs, making the way that it appeared ironic compared to the way that the Pokemon Gym looked, as that had many rocks on the battlefield and steel as the spectator stand; a desk that was made out of smooth stone that seemed to be carved out to look like a professional one, having a computer with the mouse and printer on it. The window with what seemed like glued rare rocks on the edged of it showed a small, personal pond that Brock and his family owned, with the sun setting at the time, also having an electricity generator and green pipes that were clearly shown in the clean water, leading into the house and was linked to the sink that was also in the room.
Firoo dragged Brock onto the wooden seat, which was facing the direction of the computer that was currently on and had a window up with his email on it; Brock sat willingly onto the stool, looking at the screen with a look of anticipation of what the email would say. "So that's what it says . . . ? Looks like something that you would get from a celebrity. Kind of cool even though I didn't open the email yet" Brock made movements with the mouse and it opened up a window that had a picture of Lucy on it, as an image attachment. There were pink frames on the edge of the e-mail message with pictures of the poisonous cobra Pokemon, Seviper, in poses.
"See? I told you. Read it!" Firoo urged.
"Sure," Brock read the letter out loud.
Dear Brock,
I miss you so much!
Ever since that day when I met you,
I have been thinking . . .
of how I want to see your beautiful face again . . .
I love the way that your eyes show passion . . .
Of love and grace . . .
Oh how I miss it so!
How you cook
How you care
How you love . . .
Whether you're Asian . . .
An African . . .
Or a Mexican . . .
With everlasting mystery . . .
How can anyone not adore you?
Perfect as anyone can be . . .
Come over here to the Battle Frontier!
Love,
Lucy
Lucy
P.S. I have attached a Battle Frontier Pass along with this e-mail. Take the boat in Vermillion to get there.
Brock's face gleemed with blush. "Oh . . . my . . . god!" he jolted out of his seat and jumped in excitement as if he was a little kid.
The pass with a picture of a boat and the Battle Frontier appeared like when a Pokemon is transported using a laser ray.
"You're so lucky . . . " said Firoo. "Eh, who cares . . . he left the room and entered the gym, with the other siblings playing around in it.
Brock held the pass with his two hands. "So this is where I'm going to go, eh? Can't wait . . . " he grabbed his backpack and left the house. "I'm going to head over to Vermillion City first thing in the morning, but first I'm going to head over to Cerulean and visit Misty."
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The next day, the sun shined through the window of Brock's sturdy home made out of dark rocks that you would think would be home to a caveman, but actually more sophisticated as it was shaped like a house and had more protection than most of the regular homes that flood the Kanto region. Brock was in a deluxe bed in a rather large room, one the size that may seem of a museum or another public places, littered with many of his younger siblings having smaller beds and Firoo, the oldest brother other than him was in a bed that was similar to Brock's. Having a good night sleep, many of the siblings got up from the bed they were on and stretched or yawned in the gentle light that was emitting from the overhead window.
Brock got out of his rock-colored bed, yawning in a refreshed way and stretching his arms wide, almost knocking Firoo, who's bed was but a few feet away from where Brock was standing. Firoo and the other siblings also woke up, feeling refreshed and some of them headed over to the bathroom so that they could do the daily morning routines; Since Brock had so many kids living with him, it was only natural that he would have a restroom that was the size of a public one; bigger, because there were always 10-20 people in there.
"What a refreshing day!' yawned Brock, walking over to the living room, which had another bathroom there that wasn't occupied by anyone but Firoo. He brushed his teeth and mouthwashed, nature's call, and washed hiws hands along with his face with a look of brimming excitement that he is going to reunite with Misty.
Firoo left the bathroom first and was sitting in the living room when Brock left it second. "So this is your day . . . I assume that you're going to need a map so that you can get to Cerulean City to get with Misty, then Vermillion City so that you can catch your boat tomorrow, am I right, Brock?"
Brock nodded. "Well you're kind of good when it comes to knowing what I need. Yeah . . . I do need a map . . . wait . . . I think that I have one," Brock looked in the rather large, green backpack that he always had, lying on the table with him digging at the contents. He took his hand out with a look of embarassment. "Oops . . . I'm afraid that I don't really have my map with me . . . I forgot that it was years ago that I did . . . "
Firoo took a map out that was under the couch, holding it out to Brock in a nice way. "You did have a map. I found it under this couch a month ago and I was going to keep it so that i can go on my own Pokemon Journey, but I decided to be an honest little brother and give it to you, Brock."
Brock accepted the map that Firoo handed out to him with gentle hands. "Thanks for not making me open the roof of the house looking for it. What do you mean that you want to go and have your own Pokemon Journey? A long time ago you said that you wanted to look over the gym for me when I was gone traveling on my adventures with all of my friends."
"Well . . . that was a long time ago . . . " answered Firoo. "I'm tired of staying here and beating all of the Pokemon Trainers that come here to battle. I mean, yesterday I battled eight trainers that thought that using plain physical moves against Rock types would win against them! I need something new. I'm twelve-years old now, after all."
Brock smiled. "Well if that's what you really want to . . . " Brock gave the map back to Firoo, leaving his younger brother in a state of confusion. "I think that you need it more than I do."
"But you need it so that you can get to Vermillion City, right?" asked Firoo. "I mean, this is your chance to get a girlfriend, and I don't think that you should ruin it."
"I don't need a map," Brock took out something that looked similar to a cellphone. It was mountain brown with rocks found in nature as a pattern, had the symbol of the Pewter City Gym's Boulder Badge; advanced buttons that read "A", "B", "Start", "Select", and "L" with "R" at the sides of the top. There was a screen covering the first half of the device. "I have a PokeNavi with me, and it has map functions as one of them."
Firro slanted over at the PokeNavi with curiousity. "That looks cool. Maybe I can have one someday."
Brock smiled. "Yeah . . . I'm sure that you'll get one someday, Max. But for now, I need it so that I can get to where I want to." Brock put the stuff that he dug out of his backpack back inside and wore the heavy item as if it was light. "I need to go now, okay? Tell your other siblings that I said bye to them, okay?" Brock opened the door and left.
"See ya!" Firoo waved. He then put a snickery look on his face. "You'll see me soon enough . . ." he mumbled silently to himself.
