fic - Johnny's and Associates - Gotta Catch 'Em All
Title: Gotta Catch ‘em All
Author: virdant
Length: 1576 words; one-shot
Rating: PG
Genre: Crack. Pokemon xover.
Pairing: none [Arashi + Toma centric]
Summary: Having just turned twenty, Marisu was eligible to go out in the world as a Boyband Trainer and train a team of Boyband Members to create the perfect Boyband and delete the Four Senpai Groups in all of Kanto.
Warning: Original Character(s).
Content Critique Level: No Holds Barred
Notes: Inspired by a conversation with muu_chan: "Would you like anything that's legal? Like no live chickens" me: "you should get me a boyband." her: "human trafficking is illegal. And boybands are hard to capture, especially if they're Japanese." me: "I want to be a boyband trainer. AND CATCH THEM ALL." and then me: "Oh snap, I'm writing a pokemon/J&A fic. SHOOT ME NOW"
Gotta Catch ‘em All
A press-conference flickered on the small TV-screen. “Good Evening, Boyband Fans,” Johnny Kitagawa said dryly to the microphones clustering around him. “Tomorrow is the big day for all Boyband Trainers. I’d like to introduce you to the three Boyband Members you have the option of starting with.”
“Oh boy,” Marisu exclaimed, rocking forward on her feet. Her mother frowned slightly, but closed the door with a reminder to go to bed when the program was over. Having just turned twenty, Marisu was eligible to go out in the world as a Boyband Trainer and train a team of Boyband Members to create the perfect Boyband and delete the Four Senpai Groups in all of Kanto.
“Yamapi! Chinen! Nakamaru! All three are good reliable starting members...”
*
“But I don’t want an Ikuta,” Marisu muttered, staring at Ikuta Toma. “I wanted a Yamapi. Or a Chinen. Even a Nakamaru would have been better.”
“Beggars can’t be choosers,” the old wizened Johnny Kitagawa of Kanto had said when Marisu had managed to get her way to the Johnny’s Jimusho building. “You were late, and those have all been taken. If you want a boyband member at all, you’ll have to take Ikuta.” He had waved towards the boy slouched in a chair in the corner.
Marisu pouted. “I wanted a Yamapi,” she said to Ikuta.
“You said,” Ikuta said dryly. “Sorry I can’t help you with that.” There was a brief pause. “Anyways, I’ve got this friend named Jun...”
“Is he hot?” Marisu demanded, fiddling with her bag full of sequined cloth.
Ikuta shrugged. “Sure, you could call him hot.”
*
Just outside the subway station on their way to Matsumoto Jun’s apartment, Marisu’s childhood rival scowled at her. Behind her, a crowd of cheerleaders waved their pom-poms, screeching.
“Hi Antagonews,” Marisu managed, waving awkwardly. Behind her, Ikuta waved at Yamapi. Yamapi waved back.
“Marisu, I challenge you to a boyband battle!”
Yamapi sighed.
“Uh.”
Ikuta shrugged.
“Yamapi, I choose you!”
Yamapi stepped forward, shrugging his shoulders loose. “Sorry, Toma-chan. Battles are battles.”
Ikuta stepped forward as well. “It’s okay, Pi. I understand completely.”
Antagonews whipped her hand forward, pointing threateningly at Ikuta. “Yamapi, backflip!”
*
Matsumoto Jun could not learn backflips.
“You just... do it,” Marisu protested, waving her arms. “Just flip.”
“My body can’t handle that,” Matsumoto retorted. He tossed his head, and his curls fluttered in the breeze that had just happened to spring up.
“Just give up,” Ikuta suggested. “You’ll never get Jun to do anything he doesn’t want to do.”
Marisu sighed. “As long as you manage to beat the gym leader, I really don’t have anything to say.”
Matsumoto and Ikuta did, though Marisu suspected foul play after Matsumoto’s opponent forfeited after Matsumoto finished singing, clutching his ears and sobbing: “I can’t take it anymore, my ears. My perfect ears. I'm traumatized for life.”
“I don’t get it,” Marisu whispered in awe.
Ikuta shrugged. “It’s Jun. What can I say?”
*
Two were better than one. A lot better. Especially when the second was Matsumoto Jun. Ikuta could hold his own in battles against the wild boys that lingered in dark alleyways and at clubs in the Kanto region, but Matsumoto was even better. It stood to reason, therefore, that three boys would be even better than two.
They found Aiba Masaki after they had successfully taken out a pretty boy with an inability to sing hiding in a dark alleyway. The trainer, a short girl with thick glasses, clutched her boyband members to her and cried after Matsumoto had successfully managed to wipe out all four of them with a single warbley solo.
“I feel unwanted,” Ikuta drawled to the boy watching the proceedings with amusement. Marisu clutched at Matsumoto gleefully, giggling in joy.
“Awww... I love you!” the boy chirped, drawing Marisu’s attention to him.
“Ikuta, capture him!” Marisu pointed unerringly towards the boy standing next to Ikuta. “That’s an Aiba!”
Ikuta shrugged at the boy. “Hope you don’t mind,” he said before he latched onto Aiba’s arm with a hand.
Aiba patted Ikuta on the shoulder. “You’re not doing it properly.” Then he twisted out of Ikuta’s hold and tackled Ikuta to the ground. “That’s how you do it,” he said as he buried his face into the crook of Ikuta’s neck, beaming. “I’m Masaki, by the way.”
*
Aiba could backflip.
So could Ninomiya Kazunari, perched on a stool in a bar, who scowled at them as he fiddled with his guitar. “You’re disturbing me,” he informed them tartly. “I’m trying to write a song about rainbows. And love.”
“It’s a wild Ninomiya!” Marisu exclaimed gleefully, clutching at Matsumoto’s arm and pointing towards Ninomiya. “They’re supposed to be horribly rare. And talented musically,” she added, nudging Matsumoto, who still won singing battles by destroying his opponents’ ear drums.
“Do you want me to capture it?” Matsumoto shook Marisu off his arm, scowling.
“Make it feel inferior, Matsumoto! Backflip!”
“I told you, I can’t backflip.”
Ninomiya snickered.
“Oh, like you can,” Matsumoto said scornfully.
“Just watch,” Aiba whispered to Ikuta. “He’s going to do a perfect backflip, just to annoy Matsujun.”
“Not taking that bet,” Ikuta whispered back.
Ninomiya stood up, placing his guitar to the side. He flexed his shoulders, and then executed a perfect backflip.
Matsumoto sulked.
Ninomiya sat back down, pulling his guitar into his lap and strumming several chords. “Are you out to defeat the Four Senpai Groups?”
Marisu nodded.
“Just like a video game,” Ninomiya said cheerfully, before he packed up his guitar and joined them.
*
Ninomiya and Aiba backflipped (in unison!) Marisu to victory in the next two gym battles, but that didn’t stop Antagonews from challenging Marisu to another battle, this time with more boys than just Yamapi.
“Tegomass, harmonize!”
“Matsujun, don’t fall for their talent!” Marisu waved her fan excitedly, trying to support him. “Screech!”
“This tactic really shouldn’t work,” Aiba whispered.
“It’s Matsujun, of course it works.” Ikuta shook his head and sighed as Tegomass clutched each others’ ears and cried. “I want to go out and sing sometimes too. I’d actually be decent at it.”
“It’s okay.” Ninomiya patted him on the shoulder. “What I don’t understand is why Antagonews has two boys out and Marisu only has one. Shouldn’t there be rules about this?”
“Are you really trying to understand this?” Ikuta demanded as Antagonews sent out a gangly boy named Kato Shigeaki. “We’re having a boyband battle, and you want rules?”
“Not really, no.” Ninomiya watched as Kato Shigeaki delivered a rap about the days of the week. “Got any popcorn?”
*
“If Angatonews has a rapper, then we need one too,” Marisu declared, dragging Matsumoto, Aiba, Ikuta, and Ninomiya to Keio. “A smart one. Smarter than Antagonews’ rapper.”
“Why are we trying to find a rapper in Keio?” Ninomiya demanded as he played with his handheld game console.
“We need a smart one,” Ikuta hissed, tapping Ninomiya on the nose sharply. “Duh.”
Sakurai Sho was studying economics, smart, could rap, and easily captured by Aiba’s flying tackle of love in under the sakura of Keio University.
“Success!” Marisu exclaimed gleefully, pulling out a blank fan to scribble Sakurai’s name onto it.
“Oh joy,” Matsumoto muttered and tossed his hair.
*
It had been a long hard journey full of cartwheels and singing, but Marisu had finally managed to make her way to the Senpai Four, only to be confronted by-
“I challenge you to a boyband battle!”
Ikuta waved to Yamapi. Yamapi waved back: “Having fun?” he mouthed.
“Not really,” Ikuta mouthed back. “The people are cool though.”
“Behold, I have managed to assemble a boyband epic beyond belief!” Antagonews waved her arm at the cluster of boys following her. “We will defeat you, once and for all!”
Marisu beamed. “I have a smarter rapper than you, let’s go!”
“Why me?” Sakurai muttered as he stepped forward, clutching a microphone pitifully. “I just wanted to study economics.”
*
“This is Oh-chan,” Ninomiya informed Marisu right before she was about to confront the first of the Senpai Four, V6. “Oh-chan will be joining us.” Unsaid was: whether you like it or not.
Marisu blinked. “Okay.”
“Oh-chan can sing,” Ninomiya said to her. “And he’s cute.” He pinched Ohno’s butt, and the latter turned to pout at Ninomiya.
“Okay. Can you do that butt pinching thing again when we confront V6?”
*
What Marisu did not take into account was that she wasn’t the first trainer to teach her boyband fanservice.
What she also didn’t take into account was that there was a reason the Senpai Four were Senpai.
“I’ll be back to challenge them again,” she swore, dragging her boyband behind her. Toma sighed, because somehow, he had been completely ignored in all the boyband battles that had commenced despite the fact that he was Marisu's starter boy. “After I travel through Osaka and defeat the Osaka League.”
TBC in part 2:
Marisu in Osaka!!!!
Just Kidding.
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Masterlist of Jpop fanfiction here
Author: virdant
Length: 1576 words; one-shot
Rating: PG
Genre: Crack. Pokemon xover.
Pairing: none [Arashi + Toma centric]
Summary: Having just turned twenty, Marisu was eligible to go out in the world as a Boyband Trainer and train a team of Boyband Members to create the perfect Boyband and delete the Four Senpai Groups in all of Kanto.
Warning: Original Character(s).
Content Critique Level: No Holds Barred
Notes: Inspired by a conversation with muu_chan: "Would you like anything that's legal? Like no live chickens" me: "you should get me a boyband." her: "human trafficking is illegal. And boybands are hard to capture, especially if they're Japanese." me: "I want to be a boyband trainer. AND CATCH THEM ALL." and then me: "Oh snap, I'm writing a pokemon/J&A fic. SHOOT ME NOW"
Gotta Catch ‘em All
A press-conference flickered on the small TV-screen. “Good Evening, Boyband Fans,” Johnny Kitagawa said dryly to the microphones clustering around him. “Tomorrow is the big day for all Boyband Trainers. I’d like to introduce you to the three Boyband Members you have the option of starting with.”
“Oh boy,” Marisu exclaimed, rocking forward on her feet. Her mother frowned slightly, but closed the door with a reminder to go to bed when the program was over. Having just turned twenty, Marisu was eligible to go out in the world as a Boyband Trainer and train a team of Boyband Members to create the perfect Boyband and delete the Four Senpai Groups in all of Kanto.
“Yamapi! Chinen! Nakamaru! All three are good reliable starting members...”
*
“But I don’t want an Ikuta,” Marisu muttered, staring at Ikuta Toma. “I wanted a Yamapi. Or a Chinen. Even a Nakamaru would have been better.”
“Beggars can’t be choosers,” the old wizened Johnny Kitagawa of Kanto had said when Marisu had managed to get her way to the Johnny’s Jimusho building. “You were late, and those have all been taken. If you want a boyband member at all, you’ll have to take Ikuta.” He had waved towards the boy slouched in a chair in the corner.
Marisu pouted. “I wanted a Yamapi,” she said to Ikuta.
“You said,” Ikuta said dryly. “Sorry I can’t help you with that.” There was a brief pause. “Anyways, I’ve got this friend named Jun...”
“Is he hot?” Marisu demanded, fiddling with her bag full of sequined cloth.
Ikuta shrugged. “Sure, you could call him hot.”
*
Just outside the subway station on their way to Matsumoto Jun’s apartment, Marisu’s childhood rival scowled at her. Behind her, a crowd of cheerleaders waved their pom-poms, screeching.
“Hi Antagonews,” Marisu managed, waving awkwardly. Behind her, Ikuta waved at Yamapi. Yamapi waved back.
“Marisu, I challenge you to a boyband battle!”
Yamapi sighed.
“Uh.”
Ikuta shrugged.
“Yamapi, I choose you!”
Yamapi stepped forward, shrugging his shoulders loose. “Sorry, Toma-chan. Battles are battles.”
Ikuta stepped forward as well. “It’s okay, Pi. I understand completely.”
Antagonews whipped her hand forward, pointing threateningly at Ikuta. “Yamapi, backflip!”
*
Matsumoto Jun could not learn backflips.
“You just... do it,” Marisu protested, waving her arms. “Just flip.”
“My body can’t handle that,” Matsumoto retorted. He tossed his head, and his curls fluttered in the breeze that had just happened to spring up.
“Just give up,” Ikuta suggested. “You’ll never get Jun to do anything he doesn’t want to do.”
Marisu sighed. “As long as you manage to beat the gym leader, I really don’t have anything to say.”
Matsumoto and Ikuta did, though Marisu suspected foul play after Matsumoto’s opponent forfeited after Matsumoto finished singing, clutching his ears and sobbing: “I can’t take it anymore, my ears. My perfect ears. I'm traumatized for life.”
“I don’t get it,” Marisu whispered in awe.
Ikuta shrugged. “It’s Jun. What can I say?”
*
Two were better than one. A lot better. Especially when the second was Matsumoto Jun. Ikuta could hold his own in battles against the wild boys that lingered in dark alleyways and at clubs in the Kanto region, but Matsumoto was even better. It stood to reason, therefore, that three boys would be even better than two.
They found Aiba Masaki after they had successfully taken out a pretty boy with an inability to sing hiding in a dark alleyway. The trainer, a short girl with thick glasses, clutched her boyband members to her and cried after Matsumoto had successfully managed to wipe out all four of them with a single warbley solo.
“I feel unwanted,” Ikuta drawled to the boy watching the proceedings with amusement. Marisu clutched at Matsumoto gleefully, giggling in joy.
“Awww... I love you!” the boy chirped, drawing Marisu’s attention to him.
“Ikuta, capture him!” Marisu pointed unerringly towards the boy standing next to Ikuta. “That’s an Aiba!”
Ikuta shrugged at the boy. “Hope you don’t mind,” he said before he latched onto Aiba’s arm with a hand.
Aiba patted Ikuta on the shoulder. “You’re not doing it properly.” Then he twisted out of Ikuta’s hold and tackled Ikuta to the ground. “That’s how you do it,” he said as he buried his face into the crook of Ikuta’s neck, beaming. “I’m Masaki, by the way.”
*
Aiba could backflip.
So could Ninomiya Kazunari, perched on a stool in a bar, who scowled at them as he fiddled with his guitar. “You’re disturbing me,” he informed them tartly. “I’m trying to write a song about rainbows. And love.”
“It’s a wild Ninomiya!” Marisu exclaimed gleefully, clutching at Matsumoto’s arm and pointing towards Ninomiya. “They’re supposed to be horribly rare. And talented musically,” she added, nudging Matsumoto, who still won singing battles by destroying his opponents’ ear drums.
“Do you want me to capture it?” Matsumoto shook Marisu off his arm, scowling.
“Make it feel inferior, Matsumoto! Backflip!”
“I told you, I can’t backflip.”
Ninomiya snickered.
“Oh, like you can,” Matsumoto said scornfully.
“Just watch,” Aiba whispered to Ikuta. “He’s going to do a perfect backflip, just to annoy Matsujun.”
“Not taking that bet,” Ikuta whispered back.
Ninomiya stood up, placing his guitar to the side. He flexed his shoulders, and then executed a perfect backflip.
Matsumoto sulked.
Ninomiya sat back down, pulling his guitar into his lap and strumming several chords. “Are you out to defeat the Four Senpai Groups?”
Marisu nodded.
“Just like a video game,” Ninomiya said cheerfully, before he packed up his guitar and joined them.
*
Ninomiya and Aiba backflipped (in unison!) Marisu to victory in the next two gym battles, but that didn’t stop Antagonews from challenging Marisu to another battle, this time with more boys than just Yamapi.
“Tegomass, harmonize!”
“Matsujun, don’t fall for their talent!” Marisu waved her fan excitedly, trying to support him. “Screech!”
“This tactic really shouldn’t work,” Aiba whispered.
“It’s Matsujun, of course it works.” Ikuta shook his head and sighed as Tegomass clutched each others’ ears and cried. “I want to go out and sing sometimes too. I’d actually be decent at it.”
“It’s okay.” Ninomiya patted him on the shoulder. “What I don’t understand is why Antagonews has two boys out and Marisu only has one. Shouldn’t there be rules about this?”
“Are you really trying to understand this?” Ikuta demanded as Antagonews sent out a gangly boy named Kato Shigeaki. “We’re having a boyband battle, and you want rules?”
“Not really, no.” Ninomiya watched as Kato Shigeaki delivered a rap about the days of the week. “Got any popcorn?”
*
“If Angatonews has a rapper, then we need one too,” Marisu declared, dragging Matsumoto, Aiba, Ikuta, and Ninomiya to Keio. “A smart one. Smarter than Antagonews’ rapper.”
“Why are we trying to find a rapper in Keio?” Ninomiya demanded as he played with his handheld game console.
“We need a smart one,” Ikuta hissed, tapping Ninomiya on the nose sharply. “Duh.”
Sakurai Sho was studying economics, smart, could rap, and easily captured by Aiba’s flying tackle of love in under the sakura of Keio University.
“Success!” Marisu exclaimed gleefully, pulling out a blank fan to scribble Sakurai’s name onto it.
“Oh joy,” Matsumoto muttered and tossed his hair.
*
It had been a long hard journey full of cartwheels and singing, but Marisu had finally managed to make her way to the Senpai Four, only to be confronted by-
“I challenge you to a boyband battle!”
Ikuta waved to Yamapi. Yamapi waved back: “Having fun?” he mouthed.
“Not really,” Ikuta mouthed back. “The people are cool though.”
“Behold, I have managed to assemble a boyband epic beyond belief!” Antagonews waved her arm at the cluster of boys following her. “We will defeat you, once and for all!”
Marisu beamed. “I have a smarter rapper than you, let’s go!”
“Why me?” Sakurai muttered as he stepped forward, clutching a microphone pitifully. “I just wanted to study economics.”
*
“This is Oh-chan,” Ninomiya informed Marisu right before she was about to confront the first of the Senpai Four, V6. “Oh-chan will be joining us.” Unsaid was: whether you like it or not.
Marisu blinked. “Okay.”
“Oh-chan can sing,” Ninomiya said to her. “And he’s cute.” He pinched Ohno’s butt, and the latter turned to pout at Ninomiya.
“Okay. Can you do that butt pinching thing again when we confront V6?”
*
What Marisu did not take into account was that she wasn’t the first trainer to teach her boyband fanservice.
What she also didn’t take into account was that there was a reason the Senpai Four were Senpai.
“I’ll be back to challenge them again,” she swore, dragging her boyband behind her. Toma sighed, because somehow, he had been completely ignored in all the boyband battles that had commenced despite the fact that he was Marisu's starter boy. “After I travel through Osaka and defeat the Osaka League.”
TBC in part 2:
Marisu in Osaka!!!!
Just Kidding.
Masterlist of fandoms here
Masterlist of Jpop fanfiction here