m mudkepz, i herd u lyk me??

I don't own pokemon, and stuff.

Persona

Chapter one:

Every something begins with a something.

"-- Breaking News: Yesterday in Goldenrod City, at 3:00 AM sharp, there was another attack caused by The Racketeers," A petite short-haired reporter appeared on TV infront of the crime scene with a monotone expression on her face, matching the tone of voice, mic closely held to her pink-painted lips as she spoke. You could see lots of people running around in the background.

"As you all know, recently there have been a chain of attacks in cities across the Johto Region caused by wild pokemon. We believe that these pokemon all banded together to destroy things to send out a message across for us humans, they were nicknamed The Racketeers by the RPD (Regional Police Department)," whoever was watching the news now raised the volume quite a bit to hear clearly what was going on.

"The Racketeers consist of not only pokemon from Johto but pokemon from Kanto and Hoenn as well, there definitely must be some sort of person behind this – who that person is? We're still unable to identify. But it's strange that there no signs of any human present at the time of the crime, the pokemon seem to be acting on their own. The attacks were made first in Blackthorn City two weeks ago, followed by Cherrygrove City which was five days ago, and now Goldenrod City. All of these attacks have one thing in common, they seem to be attacking the newly made Hartily Centers, funded and created by the Hart Corporation," the news channel now showed a plain white building with a large dome on top and red-pink borders here and there. The building had large bold letters spelling out its name "Heartily Center" on top of its facade. It was the Hartily Center in Ecruteak City.

"Heartily Centers have started being developed across this particular region – Heartily Centers are clinics for travelers, pokemon trainers, hikers, miners, fishermen, and just about anyone in need of treatments that are on the road. They're new and advanced with well-trained staff, that also help out in SOS situations, not only that but they have researching laboratories to help people in better ways. We have no idea why anyone would have a grudge against such a noble doing. As you can see, the Goldenrod City Departmental Store's back-side was destroyed a bit too in the process of this insanity. The police said that they almost had caught a vileplume that belonged to The Racketeers, but a mudkip came to its aid and rescued it. How very strange, isn't?" the blue-haired reporter frowned as someone yelled in her ear piece.

"Ahem, we've managed to get a hold of the president of the Hart Corporation for a small interview. Good morning, Mr. Edgar Hart, what are you thoughts on this incident? Why do you think The Racketeers are attacking the Heartily Centers? What kind of measures should be taken to avoid this? When do you think they'll strike again? Please share your thoughts with us."

A tall, polished white-haired man with facial hair came into the screen and cleared his throat. Just as he opened his mouth to begin to say something, the person watching the news channel shut of the TV off and grinned as he rolled on his office chair.

"Interesting! Don't you think so, Webster!?"

"Yes, very interesting indeed!"

---

The door swung open and the wind-charm jingled.

"Detective Natu Rocks, at your service!" a twenty-three year old man with ebony black hair and matching dark eyes revealed himself as he spun around on his favorite office chair. Natu Rocks was his name, he was a pretty rich, famous, heartthrob of a detective. Well, okay, so he wasn't really rich or famous, wasn't really much of a heartthrob either, but he definitely was a detective. One, with a psyduck as his sidekick. Together, they were an unstoppable team. Just, they never got any work. Which was a little boring sometimes.

Natu's silly grin dropped as he saw the look on who-he-thought-was-a-customer's face. Webster, the sidekick psyduck, who had stretched his arms in a welcoming gesture, now ran away and hid behind a pile of old magazines. "Uh oh," Calla sighed, Natu frowned.

Natu's office was small and cramped, it was dirty and had books, magazines, food, clothes, and God knows what scattered everywhere around the room. The stench was just, unbearable. The office also had a television and a laptop. There was also a large poster of a young pale man with panda eyes that was sitting on a chair with both his feet up and looked like he was sucking his thumb, it was pasted on the wall right behind where Natu sat. Their current location was at Olivine City, home of the Steel Gym.

Calla had the lightest shade of blonde hair that was thin and curly and was flattened to frame her oval-shaped face just perfectly, it reached till her shoulders and was kept well-maintained. She had light blue eyes, small glossy lips, and tiny hand and feet. Calla was beautiful, often Natu thought of Calla being a clefairy that descended from the moon. Well, until she opened her mouth to yell, lecture, preach, or order him around. Which she often did.

"Just when are you going to give this dumb job up and start a proper career – you know, be logical in your life for once?" Calla began her lecture and asked coldly as she always did whenever she stormed inside Natu's office. "No wait – I must say, your parents couldn't have given you a weirder name? Natu? – Like the psychic pokemon? Like, Natu Rocks? What the hell? Are you promoting natu across Johto or something? I've told you countless times to get a cool nickname. You know, so people would actually want to hire you for jobs? Maybe your name's the reason you live in such bad conditions now. And why is your office so filthy, I feel gross just standing in here!"

"Hmm, would you like to try some smoked finneon spread, Calla? It's very delicious, if I must say so myself," the young man asked as he picked some out of his plate and chewed it aggressively, his cheeks puffing with every bite. "A pinch of salt wouldn't hurt, though.." he muttered under his breath.

Calla shook her head, "I'm good, I just ate some deep dish krabby imperial. It was really good, we should try it some time.. but anyways, like I was saying, you can't be just sitting here all day, just waiting for things to happen, you know? Go out and try to do something!" rantrant.

Natu met Calla when they were little kids. Since Calla was a rich man's daughter, everyone just befriended her because she had nice toys and a big house – and her very own private funland, skiland, waterland, pokemonland, and candyland. None of the friends she made were ever sincere, they were all pretty materialistic for kids. So, Calla was a really lonely child.

One day, Calla decided to sneak out of her house to get away from her dad and her servants since she was always confined to them. The little girl wanted to go out and explore, to see trees and taste fresh air and maybe steal a berry or two from the bushes. Calla made her way to a grassland and spotted a baby meowth, she immediately ran towards it and started poking it, she poked it six times (she counted). The bay cat laughed and played back with the little human girl too. The cat pokemon's mother, a protective persian, saw this and stiffened. She didn't want her kitten to go near a human just in case they catnapped her baby or something, so she hissed and threatened to attack her – getting in her fighting stance. The meowth ran back into its mother's side now, hiding behind her back. Yeah, traitor.

Calla was scared since she didn't know how to react to this and immediately began crying, before the persian could do thrust herself towards the crying girl however, a certain boy pelted the mother cat with berries using a slingshot. The persian and meowth fled the scene, unable to fight the mysterious berry-flinging person.

It was then that Calla and Natu became friends. They were about eight-nine years old back then. Natu found out she was actually rich when they were about twelve-thirteen. And when they came to the age of sixteen-seventeen they decided that they had feelings for each other and took their friendship to another level, and ever since then they were committed to each other. Calla's father didn't know that, though. He didn't need to, right now. Or so Calla said.

Calla seemed harsh, but she only meant well. Natu understood that, but it didn't make her any less intimidating.

"Natu, are you listening to me? At all!?" Calla arched an eyebrow, her fists tightening.

"Of course, of course. You may go on if you want, hey, want to try this Jigglypuff Springtime Parfait? It's absolutely delightful." the detective asked as he rested his legs on his working table, beside the empty plate that once had smoked magikarp on it. The dark-haired man took bites of his delicious sugar-filled pink delight, making all sorts of weird chewing noises.

"No, thanks – maybe some other time. That does look very tempting, though, maybe a littl – wait, hey! Stop, okay! See, this is the reason why I keep yelling at you. Stop distracting me with this dumb stuff and listen to me! Please, get a proper job. You aren't getting the situation at all. Look, my dad wants me to get married soon and he keeps like, introducing me to these weird snobby rich guys that I don't like! You know that, and you don't even look a bit worried. You have that dopey expression on your face like always! Urgh!" Calla slammed her fist on the table and Natu straightened up, trying to impersonate a serious expression. He failed.

"Well, then let's go tell him about us, I've been telling you to do so for so long," Natu kept his parfait away for now. Webster used his telekinetic abilities to bring the parfait to himself, so he could try some. Or a lot.

"I've told you before, we can't. As soon as he sees what kind of a lazy bum of a person you are with no money at all to support yourself and me, he'd get scared that I've been on crack this whole time, dating you, and he'll force me to marry one of his friends' sons or something," Calla scowled and took a seat on the tiny couch that was covered by old newspaper and CDs. Ouch, one of the CDs stung Calla's behind. The blond girl threw the CD at the wall. "That's why I'm saying to get some kind of job.. anything that pays! Atleast you'll be presentable."

"No need to worry, Calla! I've figured out everything, leave it up to me!" Natu stood up, thrusting his fist in mid-air with determination in his face, his eyes sparkling comically. "Your father's in trouble, right? With the whole 'The Racketeers issue'? Well, your father's company is offering lots of money to whoever helps them in that problem, anyone is allowed to participate in this as long as they find out what's happening. Since they're so desperate, they're wanting all the help they can get around the region. This will be my first case, I'm going to help and solve The Racketeers case, get the money, earn your father's recognition, and then we can finally get married! Bwahahah! It's perfect!" the man continued cackling as he stood on top of his table, then got hit by the low-leveled roof and fainted. A little psyduck beak that was covered in something pink poked out from behind the table.

Calla blinked. She was done for.

---

An old man in a kimono walked around in his garden, observing the trees and plants that were sprouting this time of year. Metapod hung from trees, a pidgey flock flew across the sky, and rattata and sentret ran in circles around trees and bushes. "I heard one of our men was almost caught in yesterday's incident, is this true?"

Another man, who was skinny and was dressed in a suit and wore glasses, nodded hastily and bowed. "Yes master, but thanks to Young Lady, everyone managed to escape safely," a caterpie managed to tackle a weedle from behind swiftly. The weedle glared back at the caterpie when it recovered from it and immediately started chasing it to get its revenge.

"Hmm, that's good. Be more strict with the men, we can't let anyone mess this up."

"Of course, master."