I, like all of the other authors, must say this. I don't own Pokémon. I hope
to design several versions of Pokémon, but as for right now, I don't. All of
these ideas have a somewhat base to the story by Mr. Satoshi Tajiri, the
mastermind behind the Pokémon RPG. Also this has some ideas from the
antics of Team Rocket on the Anime, especially early and select later
episodes. Besides these things, these ideas are all mine. A Rocket Blast is
©opyright PokeMaster, 2000. Please note: This is only a prologue and is a bit
tedious compared to the rest, but you need to read this one first. Please
wait for Chapter 1 and make sure that you post reviews. Thank you.
"An Unexpected Acquaintance"
The young boy sighed. Why? he thought to himself. Why are they doing this
to me? They don't even care that I've never had a friend, besides Growly,
that is…
"Oh, Growly," said the lonely boy to the loyal dog as they stood together, no
one in sight, at the dark, steel, prison-like gates in front of them that were
the only way in or out of this place. The dog looked back at him and saw the
pain in his eyes. "I don't know what I would do without you." He lovingly
patted the dog on the head. The fog around them blocked the sight of the
tall, dreary building, and showed their grief.
"Growl owl, owlithe owl," said the puppy as it sorrowfully looked up at its
forlorn master. The two had just been dropped off in the middle of nowhere
just so that the boy, the son of a very wealthy couple, could become a
pokémon trainer like he wanted to be, while also making sure that he had no
harm. The boy, James, pushed a lock of his light blue hair off to the side of
his face. He clutched the handle to the door, which seemed like it weighed
too much to ever be lifted by humans. He swallowed, feeling a great pain.
My parents are probably off laughing about how they finally won, he thought
to himself. They never ever want me to have any fun. Never any adventure.
Everything is so boring… He pulled the handle up and stepped in, followed by
the best friend that he'd ever have.
The boy and his dog stepped slowly down the path, not wanting to end up at
the destination that was only a matter of meters away now, but knowing that
they would have to.
The two miserably walked into the building and up to the administration
desk.
"May I help you?" the receptionist asked the child of ten.
"Um, yes," James began, pushing the same strand of hair as before to the
other side of his head, "I'm supposed to enter the school this semester. I
take the placement test the day after tomorrow."
"Okay, name please?" the braided green-haired woman asked the shy green-
eyed boy.
"Oh, right. I am James Richtheft, that's R-I-C-H-T-H-E-F-T. Am I entered,
miss?" James gazed into the shining brown eyes of the woman. He could tell
that she was gentle, and almost mother-like, which James could tell, even
though he had never really had a caring mother.
"Yes, young man. Here, it says here that you have a growlithe to start with,
is that it?" she peered through her glasses at the boy who seemed sad and
scared, but all at the same time safe and content.
"Yes," James began, "his name is Growly."
The woman gazed at the pokémon who was up until now acting rather
nervously. "You seem like a nice little puppy…" She reached over the cold
marble counter and scratched the dog on the head. "James?" she asked,
looking back at the young boy, "Here. This is the packet that lets you know
everything that you need to about the curriculum at this school. Take it."
She handed him the thick paper folder.
"Okay," James said, still staring at the woman's eyes. He had never seen
anyone like her, never before in his life. All of his servants had a cold look in
their eyes, and always judged him, and his parents never knew what to do
with him, for them the only reason for having a child was to carry on the
proud family name. As he took the crammed file, James felt her hand. It
seemed so fragile, like it was made of sand and at any moment could be blown
off in the wind.
Just then, the doors flung open to reveal a maroon-haired blue-eyed girl
stomping into the building. "Is this the dump that I've been looking for?"
James looked at the angry girl, looking into her eyes but had no success.
The girl was about his age, maybe a few months apart. He immediately felt
something…different about her… Something that, like the receptionist, he
had never felt before. She was the same in that sense, but different, and
the boy couldn't tell why.
"Hello, miss," the person behind the counter began. "Welcome to Pokémon
Tech! May I ask what your name is?" The woman was being very kind even
though the girl would not return her favor.
"My name's Jesse," she said boorishly. "And I'm s'posed to be here this
semester. And I got pokémon!" She threw a red and white ball into the air.
It spun wildly, almost out of control, and cracked after a few seconds in the
air. "Ekans!" the girl called out. A beam of red energy shot out of the silver
part of the "broken" sphere. It fabricated into a short rattlesnake with
purple coloration. Its yellow eyes looked around the room. The sphere
closed back together and shot back to the girl's hand.
James looked at Jesse again, trying to find out exactly what the feeling was.
This time, he was successful in meeting her eyes, but only for a second. This
just made him even more confused, for he found no answers, just more
questions and unfamiliar emotions. He felt confused and frightened and
didn't know what to do. The woman behind the counter registered the girl in
the short black skirt, tall boots, and white shirt. She handed the girl her
packet and told her the building that she would be staying in as a student.
Jesse only seemed to notice James when he had grabbed her eyes, and she,
too, was a bit afraid. She took the packet from the woman and began to
walk off into the darker halls of the building.
"Hey, wait up!" James called as his new acquaintance walked on without him.
"Jesse!"
The girl turned at the sound of her name. The voice calling her chimed in
her head and gave her yet another unexplainable emotion, and she stopped,
for there was something about him…
"You," she began, "What did you say your name was?"
"I'm James," said the boy as he extended his hand in friendship. The girl
looked at the boy's hand, uncontented, then looked up at the boy's face. His
warm smile showed the girl all that she needed to know. His eyes, a shining
emerald green, showed that there was nothing to fear. He kept smiling with
an outstretched hand, and Jesse began to smile, too, starting to understand
what this feeling was. She shook his hand.
"My pleasure to meet you, James," she said without the usual sarcastic tone.
Like Jesse, James was somehow touched by how his name now sounded as it
passed through her lipstick-covered lips. "I can see it now. You're a
friend…my first, and probably my best that will ever come."
"Me too…" James said under his breath as they began walking again. Jesse
glanced up at this unexpected acquaintance once more and seemed to hear.
James could feel her watching his every movement, and attempted to catch
her beautiful blue eyes looking into his, just one more glance… but as soon as
he looked up, the girl quickly turned her head forward.
"I think that we'll do great on the test, I mean someone with my beauty
would have to be the best at everything!" Jesse said.
"And someone with my charm would need to be better than all the rest!"
James followed Jesse's lead. Each of them knew this, even at age 10, that
they would be together for the rest of their lives.
"Charming…" Jesse stated and questioned all at once.
"Lovely…" James said and questioned back as he gazed at her. Never before
had he seen someone like her. He never would see this if he had stayed at
home. Jesse grinned a vast smile and thought of how well that sounded for
each of them.
"From now on, we are champions," Jesse said. "I should get to the room
where I'm assigned. Maybe I can spray silly string all over my room-mate!"
"You villain!" James cried out as he burst into laughter.
Jesse's eyes lit up as she snapped her fingers. "That's it!" she cried above
her partner's mirth. He suddenly fell silent.
"What's it, Jess?" he questioned with his usual confused look. James
stroked his chin with his hand.
"We, James, are from this day forward to be known as the loving and
charming villains!" she triumphantly called into the former silence of the
hallway. She held her hands above her head, stretching to taller than how
long her Ekans had been when it was out of its poké ball. James looked her
over and instantly had a vision in his head. It was of the current curse of
Celadon City, the mysterious presence of the people who called themselves
the Rocket Gang.
"Whaddid I do?" James asked. "I'm not some villain like the Rockets!"
"I was thinking more along the lines of Team Starship," Jesse said, thinking
to the Rocket Gang's rivals who inhabited her old town. "So what are we
gonna call ourselves?"
James thought for a moment and then replied. "How about Team Rocket?"
"Perfect!" Jesse said. "You're brilliant! In case of a feud, we'd be neutral,
and if they merge…"
James interrupted. "We'd already be in!" Both of the children laughed.
"But one thing," he began.
"What's that?" Jesse asked back.
"If we want trouble, which is what we're asking for right now, wouldn't we
want to choose a side?"
"Nah, that can wait," Jesse said back.
"Right now we'd better study, or else we'll end up as the losers, the less-
than-nothing members of one of 'em," James said, really rather worried
about his grade. He knew that he was the best in his rich person's classes,
but he wasn't sure whether that was enough.
"Awwww, why would we wanna study?" Jesse asked. "I mean, we're the loving
and charming villains!"
"Because," James began, but the sound of Jesse's boots stomping on the
floor as interrupted him she raced off.
"Come on! Let's have some fun, James!" As her voice faded in the distance,
she cried, "Catch me if you can!"
"I'll get 'ya!" James laughed as he raced down the hallway after her.
LATER……
"So, you think that we should call it a night?" Jess asked her companion as
he collapsed on one of the chairs in the corners in exhaustion.
"Yeah…" James quietly said. "Tomorrow, though," James solemnly said, "we
study."
Jesse whined but agreed, and both of them walked off to their rooms where
they found their roommates silently sleeping. They each crept past them in
the exact same way and crawled into bed at the same time even though they
didn't know it. They stared at the sky from the two different buildings that
they were assigned to and fell asleep, for that day was the first time in
their life that they were contented.
"Growly," James began as his friend jumped from the poke ball. James held
open his heavy eyes, fighting the need of sleep. "That girl, Growly. She is
my…" the boy could not finish, for he was then asleep, dreaming of what his
future would bring, and his new friend Jess.
Author's Note: Okay, so it was boring so far, but it'll get better! I promise!
Just wait 'til chapter 1! Please review!!!! The title of Chapter 1 will continue
in this series as "A Test of Friendship." P.S. If you like my story, please tell
me in your review! Bye 'til next time!
PokeMaster
Mangartist@vizmail.net
to design several versions of Pokémon, but as for right now, I don't. All of
these ideas have a somewhat base to the story by Mr. Satoshi Tajiri, the
mastermind behind the Pokémon RPG. Also this has some ideas from the
antics of Team Rocket on the Anime, especially early and select later
episodes. Besides these things, these ideas are all mine. A Rocket Blast is
©opyright PokeMaster, 2000. Please note: This is only a prologue and is a bit
tedious compared to the rest, but you need to read this one first. Please
wait for Chapter 1 and make sure that you post reviews. Thank you.
"An Unexpected Acquaintance"
The young boy sighed. Why? he thought to himself. Why are they doing this
to me? They don't even care that I've never had a friend, besides Growly,
that is…
"Oh, Growly," said the lonely boy to the loyal dog as they stood together, no
one in sight, at the dark, steel, prison-like gates in front of them that were
the only way in or out of this place. The dog looked back at him and saw the
pain in his eyes. "I don't know what I would do without you." He lovingly
patted the dog on the head. The fog around them blocked the sight of the
tall, dreary building, and showed their grief.
"Growl owl, owlithe owl," said the puppy as it sorrowfully looked up at its
forlorn master. The two had just been dropped off in the middle of nowhere
just so that the boy, the son of a very wealthy couple, could become a
pokémon trainer like he wanted to be, while also making sure that he had no
harm. The boy, James, pushed a lock of his light blue hair off to the side of
his face. He clutched the handle to the door, which seemed like it weighed
too much to ever be lifted by humans. He swallowed, feeling a great pain.
My parents are probably off laughing about how they finally won, he thought
to himself. They never ever want me to have any fun. Never any adventure.
Everything is so boring… He pulled the handle up and stepped in, followed by
the best friend that he'd ever have.
The boy and his dog stepped slowly down the path, not wanting to end up at
the destination that was only a matter of meters away now, but knowing that
they would have to.
The two miserably walked into the building and up to the administration
desk.
"May I help you?" the receptionist asked the child of ten.
"Um, yes," James began, pushing the same strand of hair as before to the
other side of his head, "I'm supposed to enter the school this semester. I
take the placement test the day after tomorrow."
"Okay, name please?" the braided green-haired woman asked the shy green-
eyed boy.
"Oh, right. I am James Richtheft, that's R-I-C-H-T-H-E-F-T. Am I entered,
miss?" James gazed into the shining brown eyes of the woman. He could tell
that she was gentle, and almost mother-like, which James could tell, even
though he had never really had a caring mother.
"Yes, young man. Here, it says here that you have a growlithe to start with,
is that it?" she peered through her glasses at the boy who seemed sad and
scared, but all at the same time safe and content.
"Yes," James began, "his name is Growly."
The woman gazed at the pokémon who was up until now acting rather
nervously. "You seem like a nice little puppy…" She reached over the cold
marble counter and scratched the dog on the head. "James?" she asked,
looking back at the young boy, "Here. This is the packet that lets you know
everything that you need to about the curriculum at this school. Take it."
She handed him the thick paper folder.
"Okay," James said, still staring at the woman's eyes. He had never seen
anyone like her, never before in his life. All of his servants had a cold look in
their eyes, and always judged him, and his parents never knew what to do
with him, for them the only reason for having a child was to carry on the
proud family name. As he took the crammed file, James felt her hand. It
seemed so fragile, like it was made of sand and at any moment could be blown
off in the wind.
Just then, the doors flung open to reveal a maroon-haired blue-eyed girl
stomping into the building. "Is this the dump that I've been looking for?"
James looked at the angry girl, looking into her eyes but had no success.
The girl was about his age, maybe a few months apart. He immediately felt
something…different about her… Something that, like the receptionist, he
had never felt before. She was the same in that sense, but different, and
the boy couldn't tell why.
"Hello, miss," the person behind the counter began. "Welcome to Pokémon
Tech! May I ask what your name is?" The woman was being very kind even
though the girl would not return her favor.
"My name's Jesse," she said boorishly. "And I'm s'posed to be here this
semester. And I got pokémon!" She threw a red and white ball into the air.
It spun wildly, almost out of control, and cracked after a few seconds in the
air. "Ekans!" the girl called out. A beam of red energy shot out of the silver
part of the "broken" sphere. It fabricated into a short rattlesnake with
purple coloration. Its yellow eyes looked around the room. The sphere
closed back together and shot back to the girl's hand.
James looked at Jesse again, trying to find out exactly what the feeling was.
This time, he was successful in meeting her eyes, but only for a second. This
just made him even more confused, for he found no answers, just more
questions and unfamiliar emotions. He felt confused and frightened and
didn't know what to do. The woman behind the counter registered the girl in
the short black skirt, tall boots, and white shirt. She handed the girl her
packet and told her the building that she would be staying in as a student.
Jesse only seemed to notice James when he had grabbed her eyes, and she,
too, was a bit afraid. She took the packet from the woman and began to
walk off into the darker halls of the building.
"Hey, wait up!" James called as his new acquaintance walked on without him.
"Jesse!"
The girl turned at the sound of her name. The voice calling her chimed in
her head and gave her yet another unexplainable emotion, and she stopped,
for there was something about him…
"You," she began, "What did you say your name was?"
"I'm James," said the boy as he extended his hand in friendship. The girl
looked at the boy's hand, uncontented, then looked up at the boy's face. His
warm smile showed the girl all that she needed to know. His eyes, a shining
emerald green, showed that there was nothing to fear. He kept smiling with
an outstretched hand, and Jesse began to smile, too, starting to understand
what this feeling was. She shook his hand.
"My pleasure to meet you, James," she said without the usual sarcastic tone.
Like Jesse, James was somehow touched by how his name now sounded as it
passed through her lipstick-covered lips. "I can see it now. You're a
friend…my first, and probably my best that will ever come."
"Me too…" James said under his breath as they began walking again. Jesse
glanced up at this unexpected acquaintance once more and seemed to hear.
James could feel her watching his every movement, and attempted to catch
her beautiful blue eyes looking into his, just one more glance… but as soon as
he looked up, the girl quickly turned her head forward.
"I think that we'll do great on the test, I mean someone with my beauty
would have to be the best at everything!" Jesse said.
"And someone with my charm would need to be better than all the rest!"
James followed Jesse's lead. Each of them knew this, even at age 10, that
they would be together for the rest of their lives.
"Charming…" Jesse stated and questioned all at once.
"Lovely…" James said and questioned back as he gazed at her. Never before
had he seen someone like her. He never would see this if he had stayed at
home. Jesse grinned a vast smile and thought of how well that sounded for
each of them.
"From now on, we are champions," Jesse said. "I should get to the room
where I'm assigned. Maybe I can spray silly string all over my room-mate!"
"You villain!" James cried out as he burst into laughter.
Jesse's eyes lit up as she snapped her fingers. "That's it!" she cried above
her partner's mirth. He suddenly fell silent.
"What's it, Jess?" he questioned with his usual confused look. James
stroked his chin with his hand.
"We, James, are from this day forward to be known as the loving and
charming villains!" she triumphantly called into the former silence of the
hallway. She held her hands above her head, stretching to taller than how
long her Ekans had been when it was out of its poké ball. James looked her
over and instantly had a vision in his head. It was of the current curse of
Celadon City, the mysterious presence of the people who called themselves
the Rocket Gang.
"Whaddid I do?" James asked. "I'm not some villain like the Rockets!"
"I was thinking more along the lines of Team Starship," Jesse said, thinking
to the Rocket Gang's rivals who inhabited her old town. "So what are we
gonna call ourselves?"
James thought for a moment and then replied. "How about Team Rocket?"
"Perfect!" Jesse said. "You're brilliant! In case of a feud, we'd be neutral,
and if they merge…"
James interrupted. "We'd already be in!" Both of the children laughed.
"But one thing," he began.
"What's that?" Jesse asked back.
"If we want trouble, which is what we're asking for right now, wouldn't we
want to choose a side?"
"Nah, that can wait," Jesse said back.
"Right now we'd better study, or else we'll end up as the losers, the less-
than-nothing members of one of 'em," James said, really rather worried
about his grade. He knew that he was the best in his rich person's classes,
but he wasn't sure whether that was enough.
"Awwww, why would we wanna study?" Jesse asked. "I mean, we're the loving
and charming villains!"
"Because," James began, but the sound of Jesse's boots stomping on the
floor as interrupted him she raced off.
"Come on! Let's have some fun, James!" As her voice faded in the distance,
she cried, "Catch me if you can!"
"I'll get 'ya!" James laughed as he raced down the hallway after her.
LATER……
"So, you think that we should call it a night?" Jess asked her companion as
he collapsed on one of the chairs in the corners in exhaustion.
"Yeah…" James quietly said. "Tomorrow, though," James solemnly said, "we
study."
Jesse whined but agreed, and both of them walked off to their rooms where
they found their roommates silently sleeping. They each crept past them in
the exact same way and crawled into bed at the same time even though they
didn't know it. They stared at the sky from the two different buildings that
they were assigned to and fell asleep, for that day was the first time in
their life that they were contented.
"Growly," James began as his friend jumped from the poke ball. James held
open his heavy eyes, fighting the need of sleep. "That girl, Growly. She is
my…" the boy could not finish, for he was then asleep, dreaming of what his
future would bring, and his new friend Jess.
Author's Note: Okay, so it was boring so far, but it'll get better! I promise!
Just wait 'til chapter 1! Please review!!!! The title of Chapter 1 will continue
in this series as "A Test of Friendship." P.S. If you like my story, please tell
me in your review! Bye 'til next time!
PokeMaster
Mangartist@vizmail.net