Lessons on Taming the Grade A Ass TWOLesson 2: Smiling is Good for the SoulMasqurade-Chan
“This is getting aggravating.” Leaf sighed, pushing aside the tree branches to make a path for herself to walk through. “This forest is gigantic. How am I ever going to find the exit?”
Only four days since her journey had started, Leaf was happy to inform anyone who asked that she had made it to Viridian Forest. As a child, Leaf had heard many stories about the forest. Travelers would get lost for days and never find an exit until coming into contact with a Park Ranger that was looking for them. The six-year-old Leaf couldn’t stomach the stories, since she couldn’t think for a second why people would go into a forest and not follow signs that pointed towards the exit and whatnot. However, when she arrived at the mouth of Viridian Forest, there were no signs to indicate which direction to go, and Arceus forbid you ask another trainer for they will th
Lessons on Taming the Grade A Ass ONELesson 1: Introducing YourselfMasqurade-Chan
To say Professor Oak was awaiting her arrival to his laboratory would have been an understatement. The minute Leaf had swung open the door, poppers exploded on either side of her head, all due courtesy of the lab assistant triples, Danny, David, and Dice. Before she had a chance to grab the streamers, now firmly attached to her hat, and strangle the nearest person with it, Professor Oak had dragged her away by the arm to the back of the lab to reward her coming-of-age with a present. As shocked as she was, Leaf would have punched you in the face repetitively for laughing at the dorky banner with “Happy Birthday, Leaf” written sloppily in cursive with bright, heart-shaped balloons tied on both ends to allow it to be hung below the table holding up her future.
Trying to shield her oncoming embarrassed blush under the shadow of her hat, Leaf steadily walked over to th
Lessons on Taming the Grade A Ass PROLOGUEPrologue: The Lesson of All LessonsMasqurade-Chan
Leaf was never one for formalities, especially when men was added to the equation. To put it bluntly, she disliked anyone that claimed they had a penis. Being raised by an innocent, hyperactive mother did wanders on a single-parented child and with no male influence for the last fourteen years since her supposed “father” left her and her mother to fend for themselves, Leaf detested the arrogance and cockiness males spewed from their pores. She wanted nothing more than to quickly become independent and start her journey around Kanto so she could conjure up enough money to pay her mother back for the years of hardships she went through because of having a child with such an atrocious species.
Throughout her Pokéschool life, of course, Leaf had been the definition of popular. Having the brains and be
Checkmate"Checkmate," Cheren commented airily.linkieoftermina
Touko scanned the board, her eyes sharply looking for some escape, some way out. But there was none; her white king was trapped, her queen positioned uselessly in black's jail, along with many a pawn and other loyal pieces that had fallen before the enemy in the line of fire. Nothing could save the pitiful king from the black queen - her wrath had dominated the board, commanding one soldier after another to advance. Cheren's cleverness had beaten Touko's, and her kingdom was captured as a result.
She sighed. "You win. Again." With that she tipped over her king, and it landed with a clack upon the wooden board, signaling that Cheren was the winner. He sighed, too, brushing a lock of black hair out of his eyes.
"You're too easy, Touko," he chided her. "You're better than Bianca, I have to say - she has the brains of a Pachirisu with an electric personality to match - but Touya's better. He's competitive and
Being a Bro There was nothing Black enjoyed more than being alone. Besides his Pokémon companies, he didn’t enjoy associating with others, even when it came to his childhood friends Cheren and Bianca. Though, after meeting a certain greenhead, being by himself was rather difficult.Masqurade-Chan
He’s like a little Lillipup, always following me around with those innocent eyes! Black cursed one day, glancing behind him to see a gigantic figure idly trotting after him.
“Black, stop walking so fast!” N complained. He tugged lightly on the edge of Black’s jacket. Stopping in his tracks, Black sent a shivering glare N’s direction before pulling the article of clothing away from N’s grip.
“Don’t you have anything better to do than stalk me every day?” he accused him. N only continued to beam at him as if Black’s words went in one ear and o