1. Introduction

"My name is Lyra." Says the girl who will eventually turn his life into a living hell. "Are you the one in charge of the operation here?" She's a wimpy little brat, with chocolate colored hair tied up in girlish pigtails and a ridiculously fluffy hat on top of her head. In her hand, she clutched a Pokeball, it's paint job shiny and unblemished. It was obvious she was a rookie trainer, still wet behind the ears with delusions of grandeur.

Definitely not someone he ever could have been intimidated by.

He grins at her, showing more teeth than necessary. "Maybe I am." Pulling his hat low over his emerald eyes, he takes a step closer to where the girl is standing. "Why?" Another step. "What do you want?"

The kid- Lyra- visibly pales at his advance, her brown eyes the size of dinner plates. She begins backpedaling, trying to keep a certain distance between them. "I-I," She gulps, "I want you to stop. L-leave the Slowpoke alone. You have no right to harm innocent Pokemon like that."

Of course she would want that. Little brats like her were always insufferable bleeding hearts. They just couldn't understand good business when they saw it. "You've got a lot of nerve, ordering me around like that." He said, still walking towards the girl. "Do you even know who I am?" Her back hit a large boulder, causing the girl to let out a small squeak of surprise. "The names Proton. I'm often known as the scariest and cruelest guy in Team Rocket." He stopped when they were a mere three feet away. Close enough for him to see every nervous flicker of her eyes, every hair that had messily slipped out of her pigtails. He bent over, taking no notice of her personal space. "Now, do you really think it's smart to be telling a guy like me what to do? I don't."

Her eyes widened for a moment, the look of fear on her face reaching an exquisite degree. Then she dashed to the side, away from the Executive, coming to a stop at a healthy distance away. "I don't care! You don't scare me at all!" Despite her words, the girl still fumbles with her Pokeball for a few moments, releasing a Quilava. The Pokemon looks up at his trainer with a look of confusion, before turning his attention on Proton. Seeing the man as his next opponent, the creature lets out a deep growl, the flames on it's rear and head lighting up the cave. "I'm going to stop you, no matter what it takes!"

Proton chuckles, selecting a Pokeball on his belt and releasing his Zubat. Taking down her team would be easy enough. A rookie like her wouldn't stand a chance against an Executive of Team Rocket. He grinned in anticipation, imagining the look of horror she would have on her face as he demolished her beloved Pokemon one by one.

Needless to say, he was quite surprised when she did the same to him.

Uh, hey there! This is the first part of a series of drabbles- one hundred, to be exact- revolving around these two little weirdos. I've never done anything like this before, so please forgive me if it comes out weird. Usually I write much longer stories, but I'm trying to keep these around five hundred words each, though this may be subject to change, so don't be surprised if you find something much larger than normal.

Personally, I love the pairing of Proton and Lyra. It's adorable and is in dire need of more love. I'm planning on having some coherent storyline for this, so I thought it would be best if I kicked this whole thing off at their first encounter. And don't worry- Lyra's no pushover. She's just a little intimidated at the moment, though once she grows more familiar with Team Rocket, she gets a backbone.

So, yeah. I really hope you enjoy reading these little drabbles as much as I enjoy writing them. More to come soon!