AN: Yay! The first chapter is up finally! It told you it would be up Melissa! This chapter is sort of short though. But, this chapter is dedicated to my Steven-bashing sister, who's currently jabbering next to me about spam. But I don't bash Steven...well...sorta.
"Ugh, did I really bike through the night?"
"Meta!"
"Guess I did, you have to wonder why my father sent me down here anyway. Honestly, it's quite a trip from Mossdeep to there. Couldn't he just tell me on the phone? But no, apparently I have to meet someone. And on my break too…"
Steven sighed, remembering the supposed-to-be-month-long vacation from fesearch that should still be going on. But, it ended up that three days into it, he had to take a month-long trip to Rustboro to see his father. As if he didn't see enough of him already, his father called practically every day to give him orders as his boss, and errands as his parent. He remembered the urgent call vividly…
Bing! Bing! Bing!
Steven had ignored the call, only to have it haunt him a few seconds later.
Bing! Bing! Bing!
He turned the phone on to only have his father start yelling at him, thinking that it was the voicemail again.
"Steven! You better pick this up or I'm going to-"
"No, no, don't do that. It's me; you do know I'm on vacation now…or did it completely flee from your mind, despite the fact that you're the one who gave it to me in the first place?"
"Whatever, I really honestly don't care. You need to come to Rustboro now!"
"You do know it's a month's journey, right?"
"Well get here now!"
The phone went dead before Steven could shout a comment about how he can't defy time and space, even if it was just for his father, and his only audience to his witty comment was the dial tone.
"Guess I'll be a month late…"
And here he was, a month later, on his mach bike bumping into stones and pulling all-nighters when he could be sleeping in an actual bed.
"Oh God, some people don't know exactly how good a bed is until they have to go a month straight without one."
His metagross apparently agreed, and grunted its agitation.
It kept coming to his mind, although they were only a half-a-mile from Rustboro. What was it, you ask? Sleep of course! And his mind was trying the hardest to keep on task, but, like many things, it kept getting harder. And harder, and harder, and…
"HEY! Watch out you lazy-eyed moron!"
He heard hooves clapping together, a muffled scream, a thump, and finally his own bike running into a tree. He got up after a few moments, his eyes wide open from all the adrenaline. His pupils scanned the now-chaotic environment, and he sighed.
"Oh, great."
What he saw was a shiny rapidash grazing by the road, and a cloaked figure laying beside it, its head leaned on a stump. He quickly walked over, wondering if he killed anyone with dark humor in his mind. Turning the body over revealed a black-haired woman clad in the darkest of blues, looking like she was a little younger than himself. He pulled back a strip of her ebony hair, showing a huge red welt. But what a perfect face it revealed.
"Yes, I'm going to have to remind my hand to slap myself once she starts breathing again…wait, she's not breathing? Oh that's perfect, I can see the introduction now: Hello, I think you're wonderful, and I just saved your life by swapping spit with you."
But, then again, he knew what he had to do, and his face inched towards hers, closing the distance. But then something hit him…
No, seriously, something hit him…hard. The something happened to be the woman's fist as it connected with his forehead, knocking him out. Some vacation this turned out to be.
Marine awoke strangely and suddenly to a screaming headache, and more strangely to a random guy trying to kiss her. So what to do with a millisecond to spare? Well, if you have something along Marine's line of thought, you would know that you would just knock them out, and shake off the pain of your head. So, hence, she was confronted with an unconscious moron who, turns out, was just trying to revive her.
"Perfect, how exactly am I going to explain this?"
She quickly got him up on her now-not-spooked horse and headed towards Rustboro swiftly, ignoring quizzical looks that were given to her as she neared the city. Marine soon met her boss, who gave an am-I-dreaming look to her almost immediately.
"What is my son doing? Or rather, what did you do to him?"
Marine's eyes were met with a suggestive stare, and her cheeks quickly gained color.
"God sir, who exactly do you think I am?"
He looked disbelieving.
"Well, anyways, lets wake the idiot up so that we can tell him of his new task."
AN: Neh, I had to leave you on cliffhanger because my sister won't stop jabbering about spam until I get off. I guess I'll be updating in a few days, and salut!