|We Met on the Subway
Author: Blu Rose PM
They met in Nimbasa on the Battle Subway, opponents and complete strangers. Who knew that sparks would fly from the moment they touched?Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Hilda/Touko & Ash K./Satoshi - Chapters: 3 - Words: 12,917 - Reviews: 36 - Favs: 71 - Follows: 21 - Updated: 07-09-11 - Published: 06-24-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7112696
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First off: WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? A fan fiction promoting AshxHilda/Touko? What nonsense is this? Well, this nonsense is here to add some variety to all the PokéShippings and PearlShippings and AdvanceShippings out there. It's crack fics that make fandoms as large as Pokémon fun!
(Joking aside) This nonsense is Blu Rose's first attempt at Othelloshipping. What is Othelloshipping? That's the unofficial name for the AshxHilda shipping, decided on a Pokémon forum (Serebii, methinks) when fans initially assumed that Hilda would be a traveling companion for Ash in the BW series. Hilda being the playable female character of Black/White, they assumed she would be one of Ash's buds because she'd be like Dawn and May before her. Unfortunately, they wanted to make everything like Gen 1 again, so they made Iris the female buddy. (But it's probably for the best, anyway…seeing as how everyone either hates her because they thought she'd be another contest coordinator or, oddly enough, her name alone…)
Othello refers to two things considering Black and White—a game with white and black pieces also called Reversi and a play by William Shakespeare about Black and White. (Personally, I think they should've gone with Capshipping or one of those coffee-named things.)
Anyhoo, there are very few Othello fics on this site—and by few, I mean one—so in order to promote the ship, I decided to take time off from my current Poké project for this lil' three-shot. Even if you don't like this fic, I hope you'll be intrigued by Othelloshipping!
(I really hope we can get another name to call this by…)
Summary: They met in Nimbasa on the Battle Subway, opponents and complete strangers. Who knew that sparks would fly from the moment they touched?
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon. If I did, Ash would be older than 10 in the anime and Hilda would be there!
Warning: Ash is chronologically 15 in this fic. I know they say he's 10 in Best Wishes—but it seems so off the time loop!
~We Met On the Subway~
Hilda sighed as she crossed her legs, tapping the foot on the steel floor impatiently. She was still in Nimbasa, even though she had won the badge for its Gym already, on account of a problem. The bridge to Driftveil, the location of the next Gym, was down. What for, she didn't know, but the police told her it had to do with some trouble with wanted criminals or something—Team Racquet or Plasmid or whatever…
She could've gone around and used the other bridge to the east, but that would throw her off schedule, and she didn't like the the idea of going around all the way and skipping three other cities with gyms just to stay on track in her gym dominating. No, she would be patient and wait for the bridge to be fixed. She got bored of the amusement park quickly, so she decided to have some fights on the Battle Subway. It gave her an adrenaline rush and it allowed her Pokémon to exercise after doing nothing but eating sweets at the amusement park. Sadly though, it was the first time she sat at the front of the train and not in the very back, so she'd have to wait for whoever would come through the door.
Hilda stopped taping her foot at the sound of the metal doors opening. "Ah, about time! I was so bored!" She complained, standing on her feet and looking at her opponent.
In looks, he reminded her of her brother Black—real name Hilbert, but he always used his middle name instead of his real one. They both had boyish faces, confident smiles, bright brown eyes burning with determination…and even wore a jacket and hat just like her brother. The only difference was that his skin was tan, his hair was black and his cheeks had little lightning bolt-like marks on them that made him look kiddy and…cute.
The next thing she noticed was the Pokémon on his shoulder. Bright yellow with red cheeks and black-tipped ears. Something you couldn't see in Unova unless it was on a TV screen or in a book. A Pikachu. So either he wasn't from Unova or he traded for a foreign Pokémon using the Trade Center. Either way, it'd shake things up to see a foreign Pokémon.
"Alright! After this match, we'll be able to fight the Subway Master! I'm feeling psyched!" The boy exclaimed.
"Unfortunately, I'm the one who's going to challenge him, so…sorry!" The girl said with a steely glint in her eye.
"We'll see about that!" He said with a smile as he pulled out a Poké Ball. "Go—!"
"Wait! Don't you even have any manners? We're supposed to introduce ourselves first! Common courtesy, please?" Hilda shouted as she grabbed hold of one of the handles hanging from the ceiling. She adjusted her cap with one hand and grinned. "The name's Hilda from Nuvema Town. My team'll knock you off your feet!"
"I'm Ash from Pallet Town, and I'm gonna win this!"
"I'd like to see that happen! Get 'em, Popo!"
They both threw their Poké Balls at the same time, releasing their chosen Pokémon in a flash of light. On Ash's side was a Tranquill, while on Hilda's was a Simipour.
"What's that…?" Ash mumbled as he pulled out a Pokédex to scan his opponent's Pokémon.
"Simipour, the Geyser Pokémon. The tuft on its head holds water. When the level runs low, it replenishes the tuft by siphoning water with its tail. The high-pressure water expelled from its tail is so powerful, it can destroy a concrete wall."
"A Pokédex, huh?" Hilda said with a grin. This guy must've met Professor Juniper. "Let's kick things off, Popo! Use Rain Dance!"
"Simi-sim!" Popo started to hop from foot to foot while wiggling its arms. He spurted a small cloud out from the tuft on his head that reached the ceiling of the train cloud and grew bigger and bigger, covering the lights and causing a light drizzle to fall inside.
"Wh-what the heck?" Ash sputtered while his Pikachu tried to cover itself.
Hilda stuck out her tongue sheepishly. "Ah, forgot we were indoors. Oh, well! A little rain won't hurt you—but it'll hurt your Tranquill! Popo, use Scald!"
"Simipooour!" The Geyser Pokémon exclaimed as he opened his mouth and spat out a burst of scalding hot water.
"Dodge it, Tranquill!" The bird Pokémon obeyed and flew down to avoid being hit. The water wound up hitting Ash in the face, leaving it red from the heat. He quickly shook it off and went back to commanding his Pokémon. "Air Cutter!" Tranquill cooed before it began to flap its wings rapidly, releasing several blades of wind, some of which hit Popo.
"Show off your Acrobatics!" Hilda commanded, and the Simipour jumped up into the air to avoid being hit by them. He then grabbed hold of a pair of handles hanging from the car ceiling and sprang forward, kicking Tranquill with his feet before it could dodge. "Finish it off with Scald!"
Tranquill began to flap its wings to blow Simipour back, but the blue Pokémon unleashed a massive burst of hot water with his tail before that was done, the intense pressure forcing it up into the ceiling and making a dent. Tranquill fell to the ground, dazed and semiconscious.
"That's one win for my side! We're on a roll!" Hilda exclaimed, holding a hand up in the air at the same time as Popo as Ash returned Tranquill to its Poké Ball.
"Next, I choose…Snivy!" In a flash of light, a Snivy appeared in front of Ash with its hands on its hips and serious expression on its face.
"Snivy, huh…? In that case, come back, Popo!" In a flash of light, Hilda returned the Water type to its Poké Ball and pulled out a Great Ball from her bag. "Go get 'em, Zen!"
In a flash of light, a Darmanitan appeared, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "DAAAAARMAAAA!" He cried out, snorting out smoke.
"Let's clear up the rain clouds with Sunny Day!" The Blaze Pokémon's trainer commanded. Zen looked up at the ceiling and opened his mouth. He fired a small ball of bright light that was strong enough to disperse the clouds, leaving behind a bright hot light. "Now use Fire Punch!"
Zen held up a fist and it was suddenly engulfed in fire. "DAR!" He punched towards Snivy.
"Snivy, dodge and use Attract!"
Hilda blinked. "Attract?"
Snivy leapt gracefully into the air just as Zen's punch hit the floor, making a scorched dent. Hearts began to swirl around the Grass Snake Pokémon, and when she winked, those hearts went flying towards Zen. When it hit him, hearts appeared in his eyes and he began to swoon over the Snivy.
"…Attract," the girl trainer muttered. "Freaking attract. What I wouldn't give for an item that could snap a Pokémon out of infatuation…" She didn't hear Ash order his Snivy to use Vine Whip on her Darmanitan, but she didn't worry. If she was lucky, the shock of transforming would knock him out of love with that Snivy.
Right on cue, after being hit by a powerful Leaf Storm, he transformed from a red fiery beast to a blue statue-like creature.
"Now that you're getting weaker, you do realize that it's pointless to let that Snivy walk all over your feelings, right?" Hilda shouted loudly.
"Darma…!" The hearts in his eyes broke and were replaced with flames.
"That's more like it! End it with Overheat!" Zen's body suddenly caught aflame, and a wave of heat swept towards Snivy and scorched it, enveloping it in flames. The Grass Snake Pokémon landed in front of Ash, semiconscious and and burnt.
"That's two for me!" Hilda said as she returned Zen to his Poké Ball. "Wanna give up now, or are you hoping for a victory from behind?" The only way he'd be able to win now would be if he had some really powerful Pokémon in reserve.
In a flash of light, without even hearing Ash call out his next Pokémon, an Oshawott appeared. "Oshawott? Didn't we talk about this already? You shouldn't come out without my telling you to—especially now!"
"Osha," Oshawott said, patting his shell as he smiled.
"You really think you can handle it? …Alright, let's do our best! It'll be tough, but we'll make it through!" Ash said with a confident smirk.
Hilda stifled a laugh as she grabbed her third Poké Ball. He must've been one of those who liked to battle with his gut if he had a Water type in reserve and stuck with Snivy against her Darmanitan. Oh, well. There were a bunch of guys like that out there. "Get ready to have your mind blown by the mistress of disaster! Go for it, Scrappy!"
She tossed her ball up into the air and in a flash of light, a Scrafty appeared. "Scrafty!" The Scrafty pulled up her pants and folded her arms across her chest, looking menacing until her pants fell.
"Scrafty, huh?" Ash mumbled as he took out his Pokédex.
"Scrafty, the Hoodlum Pokémon. The evolved form of Scraggy. Groups of them beat up anything that enters their territory. Each can spit acidic liquid from its mouth. It can smash concrete blocks with its kicking attacks. The one with the biggest crest is the group leader."
"Read enough? Then let's get it started! Scrappy, use Toxic!" Scrappy started to chew something in her mouth before spitting out a foul-looking black liquid.
"Dodge it, Oshawott, and use Razor Shell!" Oshawott started to run around like a chicken with its head cut off in an attempt to avoid the poisonous spit rain down from above. When it was over, he hopped over the small puddle of poison and ran towards Scrappy, shell drawn.
Hilda didn't say anything as Ash's Oshawott slashed away at her Scrafty quickly. "Counter with Payback!" Scrappy was enveloped in a purple aura before she gave the Oshawott a hard strike to the chest just as it was preparing another swing. The blow was enough to make Oshawott release its shell, and it went flying behind him.
"WOOOOTT!" He cried out in an overdramatic manner.
"Poison Jab, now!" Scrappy held up her fist and it began to flow bright purple. She punched forward, but at that point, Oshawott had already turned tail and ran off to pick up his shell. He gave a sigh of relief and smiled.
"Oshawott, look out!"
"Osha?" Oshawott turned around and raised his shell in time to block a Poison Jab from Scrappy. The Scrafty started a flurry of punches, Oshawott blocking every one until she feinted and punched him in the face, leaving a purple bruise on his face. The otter Pokémon stumbled back, looking slightly green in the face.
"Oh, no! I think he's been poisoned…!" Ash mumbled.
"Let's have a big finish! Use Hi-Jump Kick!" Hilda commanded Scrappy. The Scrafty jumped back and pulled her pants up high, holding them in place. She started to run forward and jumped up, looking to dropkick Oshawott.
"One last chance… Use Aqua Jet, Oshawott!" Although breathing heavy, Oshawott found the strength in him to create water all around him and shot towards Scrappy. When the two collided, they wound up sending each other flying to opposite direction.
"Scrappy! I should've have taken a risk using Payback like that. Now you're all busted up," Hilda said, returning the semiconscious Scrafty to her ball. "You did better than I thought! You're the first one on this run who was able to knock out at least one of my Pokémon. But I still won! Too bad, Ash," she said as she walked up to the machine nearby that healed Pokémon after matches. "It was just bad luck that you ran into me."
"Hmm…" Ash hummed under his breath and returned Oshawott to his Poké Ball. He suddenly smiled and walked over to Hilda. "That was a good fight. Your Pokémon are really strong!"
The brunette smiled. "Thanks! And yours are pretty talented! I didn't think Snivy and Oshawott were strong enough to learn Leaf Storm and Aqua Jet before evolving. You must be a pretty good trainer!"
He held out his hand. "If we meet again, let's have another battle! And next time, I swear I'll win!"
She stared at the hand until she shook it. "Deal."
Hilda fell back onto the bed in the room she had rented out in the Pokémon Center. She held her hand up in front of her face and stared at it for a long time before she sighed. She felt electricity when they shook hands, and wondered if he felt it, too? But that would be silly, wouldn't it? Falling in love with some stranger you met on the subway. That sort of thing only happened in movies and romance novels.
"Besides, what're the chances that I'm ever going to see him again?" The brunette said with a yawn before she dozed off.
Please review for the sake of Blu. Actual OthelloShipping soon to come.