Disclaimer: I do not own X/1999. It is owned by the evil mangakas CLAMP. I do not own Pokemon. It is owned by Nintendo, created by Satoshi Tajiri, and unfortunately licensed by the North American mind-raping company that is 4Kids. I am merely using the characters and twisting the plot settings to fit my own devious purposes and reaping no profit. (So in other words, be afraid. Be very afraid).
Summary: It's just another trashy day in the life of Trainer Kamui. His pokedex is a bully, his companions are annoying, his pokemon Seishiroselia loathes him and is far more interested in the Subachu owned by Rocket Fuuma who seems to be obsessed with him.
I Choose You, Subachu!
Greetings, fellow travelers! Come, sit and make yourselves comfortable as the story of our young hero's adventures is further revealed! Kamui Shirou, recently of Pallet Town, is trekking deep through the Viridian Forest, undergoing various feats of strength and overcoming terrible dangers as he journeys on his quest to become the world's greatest Pokemon Master! Yes, our young hero is strong, dauntless and brave. His determination at reaching his goal can be stopped at nothing! Nothing except maybe for…
"Seiiiiiiiiiii…shiroselia!!!"
"OW, DAMMIT!!!"
"You know, Kamui-chan, I don't think threatening to rip off your pokemon's body parts if they don't do what you command them to will make them obey you any better," Sorata, one of Kamui's traveling companions (unfortunately), said as he observed the dark-haired boy picking himself up from the forest floor wincing in pain as he gingerly plucked out the thorns impeded in his arm from Seishiroselia's Pin Missile attack.
Kamui glared daggers at the tiny green sprite of a Pokemon who was scowling equally as fiercely at him in a sullen manner as if disgusted it had been disgraced so by being given to a pokemon trainer as inept as him.
"It's my pokemon! It's supposed to listen to me!" Kamui protested angrily.
It had been a whole week since he had left his hometown chasing his dream. He had thought he would have captured at least one wild pokemon by now. But he had discovered his Seishiroselia to be surprisingly obstinate, ignoring his commands, refusing to remain inside his pokeball and randomly attacking him if it grew annoyed (or just bored). For a plant pokemon, who were renown for being docile and passive, it had a very bad temper and appeared rather vain, taking great pride and care of the twin pink sakura blossoms that it held in each of its hands.
Kamui had a feeling he'd been gypped. The boy pulled out his pokedex for the first time to see what data it held on the pokemon.
"Pokemon Observation Unit now activated," the pokedex stated in a crisp, electrical voice. "My function: to monitor pokemon activity to better understand the behavioral patterns of pokemon in their surrounding environment."
"Yeah, ok, tell me why this Seishiroselia's such a little prick," Kamui said, glowering resentfully at the three thorns which grew out of the top of its head.
"Seishiroselia are usually peaceful pokemon, however they will attack viciously upon sensing danger…," there was a long pause before the pokedex continued with a slight lilt in its monotone voice, which if Kamui didn't know better he would have sworn the electrical device sounded amused. "If, for example an extremely foolish person were to say attempt to pluck its petals, it will guard them most jealously. However, even the most least intelligent of pokemon retain enough common sense not to do this."
Kamui stared at the pokedex. He wasn't sure, but he thought perhaps he had just been insulted by a talking encyclopedia.
"How can I get it to obey me?" he asked.
"Seishiroselia are notorious for holding grudges. If they feel slighted in the smallest amount, they will be most uncooperative. It would be beneficiary for whoever is seeking their aid to grovel before them and submit to their whims as they tend to like being the dominant party," the pokedex said, ending its suggestion with a quivering beep as if it had just cut off a hysterical robotic giggle.
"I'm the trainer! It's the pokemon! Not the other way around!" Kamui yelled at the device. "I'm the one in charge!"
"Shiroselia!" the plant pokemon snorted, turning its face away in defiance.
Kamui didn't understand, but he was certain that was pokemon for In your dreams!
"Kamui-chan should become friends with Seishiroselia then it will love you and you will be together forever!" Yuzuhira, the other traveling companion of the unfortunate Kamui, cheered in her usual chirpy brightness.
"I don't want to become friends with it!" Kamui burst out. "I just want it to obey me one freaking time so I can catch another pokemon, then I'm transferring its little green butt back to the lab in Pallet Town so I never have to look at it again!"
"Become friends!" Yuzuriha urged. "Friendship solves all problems!"
"What was Professor Satsuki thinking when she gave it to me?" Kamui wondered out loud, effectively cutting off Yuzuriha before she could launch into another friendship speech. "It's like she wanted to screw me over! She can't still be at me for breaking her super-computer is she? That was a total accident and not really my fault. I was just running from her stupid Yuutorygon that had escaped its containment and had to dodge its attacks, so they hit the computer instead. She wouldn't ruin my chances at a career in the pokemon field for something as shallow as that, would she?"
"Ha, ha, ha," the pokedex laughed dryly in a steady, rhythmic manner no longer able to hold back its electronic glee.
"She's also programmed you against me, hasn't she, the evil, psycho bitch!" Kamui swore.
"Affirmative," the pokedex stated before blowing a whistling raspberry.
Kamui resisted the urge to dash the device headlong into a tree. A bad pokedex was better than no pokedex at all. He just had to accept it. It was official. Someone up there hated his guts and had it out for him.
Fine then. All he needed to do was find an alternative means to reach his end if he couldn't do it by his intended path.
"Let me borrow one of your pokemon," he demanded, turning to his companions with an outstretched hand.
"Whoa there! Why?" Sorata asked.
"It'll make things easier," Kamui explained. "I'll just use one of yours to battle and capture one, and then I'll have a pokemon that will actually work with me and I can drop off Seishiroselia at the nearest Safari Zone and be free of the little cretin."
"I think you just misunderstand its intentions. I mean Seishiroselia gets along perfectly well with me," Yuzuriha said smiling as the sprite-like pokemon quickly snatched the strawberry pocky from her hands in a peace offering and settled on her shoulder to munch on it happily.
"That's because you feed it sweets all the time! It doesn't like you—just the food!" Kamui shouted irritated. "Now would one of you please loan me your pokemon?! I'm desperate here!"
"I'm a Pokemon Researcher, remember Kamui-chan? I don't keep pokemon. I merely observe and analyze from a distance," Sorata said.
"But I saw you come out of the Pokemon Center! If you don't have any pokemon, what were you doing in there?" Kamui asked.
Sorata turned red and rubbed the back of his head with his hand sheepishly.
"Omigawd, were you stalking Nurse Karen?! She's twice your age, pervert!" Kamui exclaimed.
"I thought you liked Officer Arashi, Sorata-kun," Yuzuhira said.
"Heehee, Nee-san is so cute riding that moped in her uniform!" Sorata gushed, his face taking on a dreamy expression. "If only she wore her skirt shorter…still, you have to admit, Nurse Karen is pretty hot in that little red number she wears. Nee-san, forgive my weakness!"
"I don't have time for this," Kamui said in disbelief, leaving Sorata to wallow in his guilt-ridden fantasies and turned to Yuzuriha. "Don't pretend you don't have one. I've seen it come and go every now and again."
As if on cue, the air next to the girl shimmered as if someone had taken a mirror and bent it so its reflection had distorted, before a grayish-blue dog pokemon appeared with an inquisitive bark as if to say, You called?
"Great, thanks!" Kamui cried, reaching one hand towards it. "Now let's go and—"
With a flash the dog pokemon disappeared then reappeared a couple of feet away where it sat grinning lopsidedly at him wolfishly.
"Inukanine doesn't follow anyone's orders except mine," Yuzuhira said apologetically. "I don't really own him. It's more like we're equals, partners. Friends! Learn from our example, Kamui-kun!"
Kamui walked a few yards away to let out a muffled scream of frustration into a tree trunk. As a result, he was rewarded with tree sap to the face and a present of Pidgey droppings to the hair.
Yep. Someone up there definitely had him on their Torture List.
"Seishiroseliahahahaha!" his poor excuse for a pokemon laughed vindictively at him.
oOoOoOo
Meanwhile, in another part of the Viridian Forest, our antagonist makes his entrance, cutting through foliage, crashing through the underbrush, trekking through the darkest part of the woods with effortless ease, fearless, and absolutely…
"Lost," Fuuma swore, cursing his bad luck. "I'm so lost it isn't funny."
It had been a really lousy week for him. He hadn't caught a good haul at all and had narrowly been dodging numerous Officer Arashis chasing his tail leading way back to Saffron City, something that would usually make any normal guy elated that so many hot chicks were after him, except that Fuuma wasn't ordinary at all. He was a Rocket, a member of the titan-sized organization whose goal it was to steal every rare and valuable pokemon that existed, and a newly-initiated one at that. It didn't look good on his resume that he had failed to successfully filch at least one pokemon, no matter how common.
Of course, there was the solid gold truth that he was lost at the moment, but he doubted that would go over his boss's head well. Lady Hinoto, or Princess Hinoto as she liked to be addressed as, did not enjoy slip-ups. She was perfectly calm and demure most of the time, but if things didn't go as she planned, her temper flared like the rising sun and a different side of her came out. Her alter ego was terrifyingly insane. If he called her on the emergency phone she had given him and told her he was lost, he'd probably get fired or killed…or worse, she would seek her pet Kanoynx on him and Fuuma had been victim to the pokemon's Cleavage Glomp before. He had very nearly suffocated. The memory wasn't pretty. He might not be lucky enough to escape its Lovely Kiss this time. No, it was far better to find his own way out of this forest than get his boss involved. But how long would that take?
"Come on, everybody! Let's help Kamui and Seishiroselia to get along by singing a song!" came a girl's voice through the dense foliage suddenly. "Mmmmm, you two, you're friends to the end, ain't you, my friends? You kinda blend together! Coffee and cream, boy, what a team!"
"Ooh, I know this one!" came a deeper voice, male by the sound of it, as it joined in. "You'll never find two other guys, compatible as steak and fries!"
"They're two of kind, much of a mind!" the two voices sang in harmony now. "They find their way together, thinking as one, searching for sunny skies! Here's what we recommeeeeeeeeend..."
A long, drawn out howl accompanied the duo as they hit a high note.
"Ok, guys, you can cut it out now," said a third voice, also male, in an annoyed tone.
"The greatest gift in life's a friend! Pays a daily di-vi-dend! Be like us and start a trend! Be friends to the end!" (1)
"Dear God, did I offend you in another life?" moaned the third voice desperately.
Fuuma's mind raced wildly. They were others in the woods besides him and they didn't appear to be overly concerned about their surroundings so that must mean they weren't lost. He could follow them out of here with them being none the wiser of his presence! But wait, the girl's voice had mentioned a Seishiroselia. That was a valuable pokemon. If he could capture it, that might impress Princess Hinoto enough to promote him to one of the Rocket Leaders! Then he'd be able to go on exotic, dangerous missions like party-crashing a Pokemon Tournament in high-class style…like in a Meoweth hot-air balloon or something. That sounded cool.
"Let's sing it again!"
"You do and you're dead."
The voices were getting closer. He had better hide until an ample opportunity presented itself where he could make his grand entrance. Quickly, Fuuma clambered up the nearest tree where he had a good layout of the ground below.
From the shadows, three people appeared: a tall, brown-haired youth with an athletic build holding his hands behind his head in a relaxed, carefree manner; a girl of short stature donned in a school uniform fairly skipping as she walked as she devoured stick after stick of what looked like pocky; and finally, a black-haired boy, hands shoved in his pockets and shoulders hunched as he slouched forward in an irritated manner. And accompanying the trio, were an Inukanine and a Seishiroselia.
Kaching! Jackpot.
Fuuma couldn't hold back any longer. The sight of two desirable pokemon was just too big of a temptation to resist. With a leap, he flung himself out of the tree to land directly in front of the group and struck a dramatic pose as he recited the standard Rocket motto he had diligently memorized from the Rocket Manual: How To Be A Superb Thief And Villain, page 2, paragraph 1.
Or at least he tried to anyway. However, in his haste to make his appearance, his balance became a little off, so upon hitting the forest floor, he only had time to shout, "Prepare for trouble—!" before tripping over his own two feet and stumbling headfirst into the black-haired boy's chest, sending them both crashing into to the ground.
"What the hell?! Get off!" Kamui cried, violently shoving the weirdo who had dropped out of nowhere on top of him away.
It didn't go very well as it appeared the two boys' belt buckles had somehow connected with their collision so all Kamui managed to cause was for him and his assailant to roll around in the dirt in a tangle of limbs.
"Kamui?" Sorata asked hesitantly, shielding Yuzuhira's tender eyes. "Should we, you know, give you some alone time?"
"HURRY UP AND HELP ME, YOU IDIOT!" Kamui roared, spitting blue fury as he struggled in vain to extricate himself.
A few minutes later, after several yanks on either side and with a few twists and turns, which from Yuzuhira's viewpoint looked like a vivacious groin-dance, the buckles seemed to reluctantly relinquish their hold on each other and fell apart.
Backing as swiftly as he could away from the stranger, a red-faced, humiliated Kamui eyed the person who had unwillingly thrust their familiarity upon him with distrust and suspicion.
"Who are you?" he inquired.
The spiky-haired young man gaped at him as if he were stupid then pointed at the big red "R" emblazoned on his black jumpsuit as if that explained everything.
"What? Does that actually stand for something?" Kamui asked.
"Ooh, I read a book called The Scarlet Letter once and the main character was branded with an 'A' for adulteress! Is it something like that?" Yuzuhira exclaimed excitedly.
"Hey, let me try and guess! This looks like fun! Ummmm, rancher!" Sorata threw out.
"Radio talk-show host!" Yuzuhira cried.
"Rodeo-driver!"
"Rolling Stones fan!"
"Rap singer!"
"Reader's Digest subscriber!"
"FOOLS!" Fuuma yelled in an indignant furor, unable to believe he had crossed paths with anyone as dumb before. "I AM FROM TEAM ROCKET AND I AM HERE TO STEAL YOUR POKEMON!!!"
Whipping out a pokeball from behind his back, Fuuma pressed the button to enlarge it then hurled high into the air with a refined art as he cried, "GO, NATAKLEFAIRY!"
A swirling mass of pulsing red light shone briefly before forming into a small, round pink pokemon with pointed ears, a miniaturized pair of wings and a small curved tail on its back.
"Nataklefairy," the pokemon said blinking its beady eyes at its audience a few times.
"Go, Nataklefairy! Attack those who doubt Team Rocket's sheer magnanimousness! Use Sing!" Fuuma ordered, a rage of injustice building within him.
The pokemon's ears perked up and twitched as it recognized the sound of its trainer's voice and whirling around with a less than three bounds, it attached itself to Fuuma's leg where it looked up at him in pure adoration and chanted its name to show its happiness.
"Natakle, Natakle, Nataklefairy!" it cried, nuzzling its face into Fuuma's upper calf as it clung to its owner like a little, fat pink leech.
"That's so cuuuuuuuuute!!!" Yuzuhira squealed, clasping her hands together in ecstasy.
Sorata scratched his head puzzled, Inukanine cocked its head to one side curiously, Seishiroselia yawned widely, and Kamui stared quite unimpressed.
Fuuma stifled a groan as he tried unsuccessfully to pull the pokemon off his pant leg. Nataklefairy was his first pokemon and was quite powerful despite its docile appearance, however, it had formed an unhealthy attachment to him due to his spoiling and doting on it in his first days in his care—so elated that he had been to receive a pokemon. It was something Fuuma regretted, because now whenever he tried to get the pokemon to fight, it only wanted pets and coddles. He had been forced to admit his mistake and ask for another one and had only received it just before he had set on out his current quest. He hadn't tried that one out yet, but now was as good a time as ever as Nataklefairy certainly wasn't going to be of any help as he had hoped.
"I CHOOSE YOU! GO, SUBACHU!!!" Fuuma shouted, flinging another pokeball in the air.
There was another flash of red light which quickly transformed into a yellow mouse-like pokemon with black stripes and a lightning bolt tail. The pokemon sat up on its small hind-legs and took in its surroundings with wide green eyes.
"Suba?" it questioned timidly.
"Subachu, go! Use your Thunder Wave and paralyze the enemy!" Fuuma commanded.
"Chuuuuuuu," the Subachu whimpered in distress, ears drooping, obviously not wanting to fight.
"What's wrong with you?! Attack now!" Fuuma yelled.
"Subachu," the mouse pokemon cried pitifully, shaking its head.
Well that was just great, Fuuma thought. He had one pokemon who was an attention whore and another who was a pathetic weakling. He wondered briefly if Team Rocket had screwed him over.
"Nataklefairy!" came the war-cry of the tiny pixie pokemon in an enraged, high-pitched shriek as it realized it had a rival for its master's affection and before Fuuma had time to return it to its pokeball, it had dealt out a wicked Mega Punch to its poor, unsuspecting teammate.
"Subachuuuuu!" Subachu wailed in shock as the surprise hit caused it to be thrown backwards several feet straight into Seishiroselia who had been pointedly ignoring everything up to then with extreme indifference.
The two pokemon smacked painfully into the dirt with the forceful collision; Subachu, a bit dazed and Seishiroselia was not amused in the slightest.
"Shiroseliaaaaaaaaaaa—," Seishiroselia started to growl as it prepared to launch the thorns on its head at the one who had invaded its personal space.
"Subachu, Suba!" Subachu cried almost sheepishly, as if to apologize. The red sacs on its cheeks gave it the appearance that it was blushing in embarrassment.
"Roselia?" Seishiroselia said as it stared at the yellow pokemon with piqued interest before narrowing its eyes and suddenly starting to spin circles around it in a frenzy, like a predator stalking its prey.
"Seishiroselia!" it shouted triumphantly with a smug smirk at the very confused Subachu, darting in front of it when the other tried to get away.
"Hey, what's your pokemon doing to mine?" Fuuma asked, a bit bemused himself.
"It's finally going to fight? It's about time," Kamui said, crossing his arms.
"No, that doesn't look like standard pokemon behavior for fighting, although Seishiroselia is exhibiting some aggressive traits," Sorata the Pokemon Researcher voiced his opinion.
Kamui grudgingly pulled out his brain-washed pokedex and held it up so it could see what was happening.
"What's going on here?" the trainer asked, bracing himself for whatever branded, veiled insult would fly his way.
"Seishiroselia's Petal Dance," the pokedex explained as Seishiroselia lifted its twin sakura blossoms above its head and began twirling in midair sending out a storm of pink petals which surrounded it, forging into several variations of eccentric patterns. "Although rarely seen outside of battle, this move can be used by plant-type pokemon in a display to attract its mate with its enticing fragrance and masterful beauty."
Kamui stared in at the pokedex after it had finished its speech then at his pokemon who was practically a blur in its whirling movements while the sakura petals fluttered down below to gently swirl about and caress the Subachu who was gazing at the display completely enthralled.
"Are you saying that—that my pokemon is in the middle of some kind of mating ritual dance and it's chosen that little yellow rat as its partner?" Kamui choked out.
"I am sorry. I forgot to downplay my sophisticated vocabulary into your uneducated lingo so you would comprehend," the pokedex said. "Translation: Seishiroselia and Subachu will soon be getting their game on, yo."
Before Kamui could throw the pokedex onto the ground and stomp on it to his satisfaction, the black-clothed Rocket weirdo gave an elated cry.
"YES, WONDERFUL! THIS IS PERFECT!" Fuuma shrieked insanely. "GO, SUBACHU! USE ATTRACT ON SEISHIROSELIA! CHARM THAT POKEMON INTO SUBMISSION!!!"
Two can play at that game, Kamui thought before yelling, "GO, SEISHIROSELIA! USE SWEET SCENT! LOWER SUBACHU'S EVASION!!!"
Whether or not the two pokemon actually listened to their trainers for once or if they were completely enraptured with each other and merely acted on their primal instincts, the group would never know. For they had forgotten one important factor that would soon change the entire tide of battle.
"Nataklefairyyyyyyy…" came a dangerous, menacing growl so loud it was heard over the shouted commands and everyone slowly turned to see the small pixie pokemon smoldering in a fit of unbridled fury at its master's attention so focused on something other than it for so long and glowing with a strange, eerie-looking blue aura…
"HOLY METAPOD!" Fuuma screeched in recognition at the sight. "RUUUUUUUUUUUUN!!!"
Kamui had a really bad feeling when the Rocket took off in a mad dash along the forest path, not giving a backwards glance at the pokemon he had left behind.
"Nataklefairy's Metronome Attack," the pokedex supplied helpfully. "Capable of executing any move at random, and judging by the appearance of its glowing light growing stronger every second, I would estimate this to be Selfdestruct."
The trio and Inukanine, minus Seishiroselia and Subachu who were still off in their own little world at the moment, gaped bug-eyed in horror at the pixie pokemon glaring at them and wiggling it fingers back and forth as it summoned the monstrous attack forth.
Kamui only had time to hear the pokedex laugh at him in a sing-song electronic voice, "So long and thanks for all the data collection!" before the ground beneath his feet erupted and the world was consumed in a white hot flash of light.
oOoOoOo
Looking at it in a positive light, they all made good time getting to Pewter City. As it would turn out, getting hurled leagues into the air by a tremendous power-blast was a very quick way of transportation and cut down on traveling expenses. The downside to it was you never knew where you were going to land, and so acquiring numerous scrapes, cuts and bruises after crashing through the rooftop of a house had to be taken into account. That and apparently since you had dropped into said house uninvited, you would be charged with breaking and entering and hauled off to the nearest PokeJail for questioning. Being in the company of a Rocket didn't do much for your credit and reputation either.
There was no denying it now, Kamui thought, sitting on the metal slab of a bench in his cell. Someone up there didn't hate him—they loathed his very existence.
"So, uh, since we're on the same side now, how about giving me your name?" asked the Rocket seated next to him to cover the awkward silence.
Kamui sulked quietly, giving him the good ole silent treatment.
"And while I'm on the subject, how about your phone number? You're actually pretty cute up close," the Rocket continued, not realizing he was an inch from death.
"Make friends, Kamui-kun!" Yuzuhira chirped from her cell across from him, waving her box of pocky sticks religiously at him. "Friendship makes the world go round!"
"Yeah, Kamui-kun," the Rocket said leaning close to the boy's face. "We can start by being friends."
The "with benefits" was whispered a few seconds later.
Officer Arashi had to be called in to pry Kamui's hands from around Fuuma's neck who didn't help the situation by proclaiming they were only engaging in a friendly tussle and never mind, he would discipline his friend himself later in private. Due to Kamui's second attempt to viciously try and murder his cell-mate with his bare hands, Office Arashi was forced to handcuff each boy on opposite sides of their cell to the wall.
"Nee-san, Nee-san! Handcuff me too, pleeeeease?!" Sorata begged, utmost devotion and hero-worship shining in his eyes. He had been the only one in the group thrilled at the prospect of being arrested by his idol and crush. "I've been a very naughty boy!"
Officer Arashi didn't dignify him with a response and only paused for a moment to glance puzzled at the glass containment in the corner which held all the trainers' pokemon safe inside their pokeballs…all except for two.
She wasn't sure how they had managed to escape from their pokeballs by themselves, but there was no deceiving her own eyes. There they lay: a Seishiroselia and a Subachu, curled tight around one another, a picture of content, dozing peacefully on a bed of scattered sakura petals, one of Seishiroselia's slender appendages draped over Subachu possessively and a pale, pink blossom clutched firmly between the Subachu's tiny paws.
And thus ends this chapter in our young heroes' journey as we adjourn for the day, dear listeners. Who knows what marvelous adventures are in store for them next? One thing we have learned is certain though: All you need is looooooove—!
Zzt! Zzt! Zzt! KER-THUNK!
KFFFFFFTTTT. Static crinkles.
"Greetings, you fine audience out there. It appears that our omniscient narrator has been mysteriously embedded with a volley of Toxic Spikes and has been rendered immobile and voiceless. I, the ever-so helpful, benign pokedex shall now proceed to finish this disgraceful rendition to the world of literature and announce its moral with as much clarity as possible:
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"There is no moral to this sham of a tale it seems. Cannot believe—illogical plot device—sense incomprehensible—computer overload—data input at maximum capacity—"
KAPUTEY!
Seishiroselia nodded at the now-destroyed, smoking pokedex which lay on the table outside the pokemon's containment pen along with the rest of the humans' belongings and gave an impressed look at Subachu whose electricity was retreating back inside its red cheek sacs. All the pokedex had needed was a few nudges of an electrical current to get its robotic mind moving too quickly to process its own thoughts and it had fried itself. Seishiroselia had dealt with the first annoying voice; Subachu had dealt with the second. Now finally, they could get back to sleep without anymore interruptions. Seishiroselia was rather proud of its mate. It had more spirit in it than it let known—it would make a fine protégé one day.
The End
A/N: (waves sheepishly at readers) So, I know you are all wondering by now, "Dear God, whatever made her think of parodying X into Pokemon?!" Precisely! It was a personal challenge to myself you see. I was scrimmaging around the net for a creative plot bunny and I stumbled across one with the guidelines: "Transform any category of your choosing into the Pokemon universe. Keep the characters' personalities from their original series true and intact but make their roles believable in the Poke-verse." It sounded like fun, so I did what any author would do. I dropped my current projects of serious chapter potential and scurried off to delve in writing some glorious CRACK. Do forgive the cheesy narrator lines but it just didn't feel like Pokemon without that intrusive annoying voice popping in every now and then. XD And I'm afraid my knowledge of Pokemon only extends to the 250 from my old Yellow and Silver games. I only knew about Roselia because I saw a couple of episodes with it a few years back on CN. I'm old school in the poke-verse, so I used Bulbapedia as a reference source to their appearance and attacks. I hope everyone realized which character got turned into which pokemon. I found the play on their names amusing.
(1) "Friends To the End" was written and composed by Henry Mancini and the song comes from Tom and Jerry: The Movie. I recommend watching the clip on Youtube to hear the whole thing. I think it's cute and it's one of my favorite childhood memories.
Well, I hoped you enjoyed it! See, it wasn't so bad, now was it? Please share your favorite lines and scenes—I love hearing what you liked about it!