Disclaimer: Welcome to the wonderful world that is Pokémon. Of course everything related to Pokémon is owned and licensed by Nintendo, and I'm sure the author of this story will do his best to treat Nintendo and Pokémon with as much respect as possible. Now, the characters in this story are all original except for professor Oak, Ash, Gary, Misty, Brock, several Jenny's and Joy's and some other weirdo's that wander around in the game and/or series and of course, the Pokémon.

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Chapter 1 – Tales of exaggeration and boasting

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"And that's when Pikachu shocked that Gyarados into oblivion."

The young boy seemed very proud of the capabilities of his pokémon and even the pikachu in question stretched its back to improve its self image.

"So did you catch it?"

"Uhm, no," the boy had to admit, "I had other things on my mind."

Suddenly little remained of the proud stature of the boy and pokémon.

"Hah! Thought so!" his seeming opponent, a boy of similar age, grinned.

"Do you have its information in your pokédex?" an older man asked the young boy.

"Pikachu's? Of course." The boy answered.

"No," the old man sighed, "Gyarados."

"No," the boy once again admitted, "as I said, I had other things on my mind."

"Seriously Ash, I'm starting to think you're not as cut out as a pokémaster as you'd like to think."

"But… But I zapped a Gyarados," the boy defended himself, "I mean, Pikachu did."

"You have no proof!"

"Brock and Misty were there, they can testify I fought that Gyarados."

"It's true," the redheaded girl said, "we fought a huge Gyarados."

"What's the matter, professor Oak," Brock asked, "this doesn't sound like you, bringing Ash down like that."

"Yeah," the other boy said, "normally you leave that job to me."

"Grrr, shut up Gary."

"Make me," Gary grinned, "at least when I fight a pokémon, I have real proof AND the pokémon!"

"Like yours are so impressive." Oak sighed.

"Grandpa!"

"I'm sorry," the pokémon professor apologised, "my mind is elsewhere. I'm thinking of something that happened about a year ago, now."

"Really?" Misty asked, "What happened then?"

"The police came to me to help apprehend a dangerous criminal, or so they thought."

"Did they get him?" Ash asked.

"No, he got away," Oak sighed, "fortunately."

"What do you mean?" Brock frowned, "wasn't he a criminal?"

"Well, he was, sorta, but…"

Oak was interrupted by his cell phone and motioned the youngsters to wait a moment as he answered the phone.

"Yes, this is Oak… Ah Bill, how are you doing?… What? You have that mysterious pokémon?"

"That one we saw that dark night?" Ash jumped in.

"Shh," Oak hushed Ash and redirected his attention to the phone, "no, my grandson and his friends are here… so how did you get… What? Where?… Now?… Does officer Jenny know?… No, the one of Pewter… Well, I think you should better call her, since she's the one that led the taskforce that searched him… oh… yeah, on second thought, that might not be a good idea… well, I'll be there as soon as possible… Tell him to stay there… well, if you see him again then… see you soon."

Oak broke off the transmission and grabbed his coat.

"Uhm, boys, I have to go now, why don't you come along and see a real pokémon master at work?"

"A real pokémon master?" Ash jumped up, "alright! What do you say, Pikachu? Ready to go up against him? I'm sure he has won al sorts of badges."

The small pikachu raised two small claws in a peace symbol to showed he agreed in his masters enthousiasm, right before it was tackled by a Rattatta coming from Oaks garden.

"Sabretooth! Behave!" Oak scolded the Rattatta as he picked it up from a nearly unconscious Pikachu, "I'm sure he'll be alright against the likes of Ash. And I'll bet he'll be happy to see you again."

"Pikachu, are you alright?" the young pokémon trainer asked his pet as suddenly something hit him, "hey, what did you mean with the likes of me?"

"Not now, Ash, we better get moving before he's gone again."

That seemed to settle the matter and soon Oak drove off to Cerulean with Gary, Ash, Misty, Brock and of course… PIKACHU!!!!

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Oak stopped the car right in front of Bill's house and as soon as the doors of the cars opened, Ash started to puke his guts out.

"Oh, come on!" Oak frowned, "I don't drive that bad."

"Well," Brock had to admit, with sweat drops on his forehead, "you do fly a bit low."

Oak shook off this remark and turned to his friend who had just left his house.

"Professor! What a pleasure to see you!" Bill welcomed Oak and walked to the fence that surrounded his estate, "look! There he is…"

A huge, darkblue Dragonite emerged from the water and let out a loud roar.

"It's magnificent," Oak whispered, "so it was a dragonite."

"It sure was," Bill grinned, "he brought it this morning."

"So that's the pokémon we saw that night," Ash smiled as he looked at the dragonite in awe.

"I'm sorry," Bill seemed to notice Ash, "who are you?"

"I'm Ash Katchum," Ash stretched his back, "pokémaster in training."

"Yeah, sure," Bill nodded and padded Ash on his head, "whatever."

"Uhm, Bill?" Misty said to prevent Ash from further humiliation, "I'm Misty, we saw that pokémon together all those years ago, remember?"

Bill looked at Misty and then nodded.

"Yes… Yes we did, you were Cerulean's Gym leader, weren't you?"

"Yes, I was," Misty nodded.

"Yes, yes," Oak interrupted, "enough of old times, where is…"

"Right here." A voice came from behind them.

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Leaning on a black motorcycle a man dressed entirely in black was grinning. He pushed his sunglasses back in their place with his middlefinger, wrapped in black leather gloves, and then spread his arms as if to show he had arrived, making his leather trench coat open up a bit, showing six red and white pokéballs on his belt. The only thing that wasn't black, Gary noticed, were his silver beltbuckle and the buckles on his boots. The man got up and slowly walked towards Oak and with a flick of his head, threw back his long black hair. Misty estimated him somewhere in the early twenties and with looks like that, already taken. Brock had immediately labelled him as a chick magnet and therefore competition. Ash, however, had only seen the pokéballs and was wondering if this was that famous pokémaster professor Oak was talking about. He stopped a few feet away and extended his hand towards Oak. Oak grinned and shook his hand.

"It's been too long." Oak greeted the man.

"I had my reasons," the man shrugged, "but I'll tell you all about them."

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AN: YES MOTHERFUCKERS! HE HAS RETURNED! THE ULTIMATE POKÉMON MASTER! THE ONE, THE ONLY, ANTHONY VERMONÉ, THE SON OF GIOVANNI, BETTER KNOWN AS… TONY HUNTER.

Okay, enough with the big introduction. If any of you folks don't know who Tony is, why aren't you reading Hunter then? Come on, this fic is called Hunter 2. That usually means it's a sequel, so there's bound to be stuff in here you won't get unless you know the original. Come on you dumb-asses, go read it already. As for the others, welcome back and prepare to kick some serious ass (which ass, I leave up entirely to you, you fucking perverts). Anyway, it's good to be back with pokémon (although I no longer have the time and energy to update weekly) and this time, I have a real plot! No really, I do. Okay, I admit, there are still some holes in it, so I would really appreciate your help in suggesting a rare pokémon. My first thought was Mew, but since I already included Ash and his happy helpers, that might come to bite me in the ass with that movie. Give me some suggestions and remember, I don't do intelligent speaking or thinking pokémon (i.e. if I should include Mewtwo, he won't be talking telepathically or controlling people, you've been warned). Anyway, if you've read Hunter and you still have time left, try my Zelda fic (rated R, I warn you) for more dark angsty stuff (and murder and mayhem). If you're not into that, stay here, for dark, angsty and sarcastic stuff.

Back again (for the fourth time already) and this time rated R, not to take any chances. But hey, that's a good thing, this means I don't have to hold back! Well, actually I wasn't holding back before, so… I did notice (since I'm redoing Hunter) that the later chapters will contain a lot less fucks than the first part (after all, Tony matured) (what? He did), but that may change depending the situation Tony is placed in.

Anyway, stay cool and keep reading.

Fuck, it's good to be back.