DISCLAIMER: I do not own Pokemon, Anabel, or related characters. They are property of Nintendo. I do, however, own some of the characters.
This fanfic is rated T for language and innuendos. Not for those under 13.
This fanfic takes place one year before Sun and Moon.
THE ESTATE OF NIBIRU-MUL PRESENTS
ANABEL'S REUNION
CHAPTER 1: WE MEET AGAIN
It had been a long time since Anabel had seen her fellow Frontier Brains. Due to her absence, the other Frontier Brains had trouble keeping it together, as they couldn't find anyone to take her place. After four years, the Battle Frontier closed indefinitely.
The other Frontier Brains had searched all over for her, but they had no success...until now. Recently, Scott had gotten word that Anabel was in Alola and was working for the International Police. He called for a meeting at the Battle Tower.
Scott was standing tall and proud in the center of the room. Brandon was lying down on the couch, Tucker was reading a fashion magazine, Noland and Greta were arm wrestling, Spenser was dozing off, and Lucy was playing a game on her iPhone.
"Okay, guys!" said Scott. "I know it's been nine years since the six of you have seen Anabel, and I know you've all been dying to see her, but we need to be careful! Alola's been pretty crazy lately. All sorts of weird Pokemon have been spotted running around, and we don't know what they are!"
"I'm not bothered by it," said Lucy. "I'm always up for a challenge."
"I've got my Regis to protect me," said Brandon.
"I've got coupons for a manicure!" said Tucker, looking at his magazine. "FABULOUS!"
"Tucker..." said Brandon.
"Sorry!" said Tucker.
"If we stay near the cities," said Noland, "we won't have any problems."
"So," said Greta, "when are we going?"
"Next week!" said Scott. "I've already made arrangements for us to stay at the Hano Grand Resort." He looked at Brandon. "Sorry, but you can't take your wife and son. This is for special people only. Don't worry - if your wife wants to go out, I can find a babysitter for your son."
"A babysitter?" said Brandon. "My son's old enough to look after himself. He's seventeen." He looked around. "Wait a minute...if we're going to be gone, then who's going to watch the Battle Frontier?"
"Good question..." said Noland.
"What should we say to Anabel when we talk to her?" asked Tucker.
"I don't know..." said Brandon. "We can tell her how much we miss her."
"Should we ask her to come back?" asked Lucy.
"I'm afraid that's out of the question," said Noland. "She might be too scared. Besides, she has a new job. She might like her new friends in the International Police more than us. No one goes to the Battle Frontier anymore - not even to see us! You know they cut us from Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire."
Everyone stared blankly at Noland while the sound of Kricketune chirping was heard.
"Anyway..." said Noland, "we shouldn't try to scare her. We need to be considerate. Right, Scott? ...SCOTT?"
Scott was ignoring them and watching the baseball playoffs on the flat-screen TV.
"I guess he's busy," said Noland.
"Right you are," said Spenser, who hadn't spoke up yet.
"Glad you're awake!" said Greta. "You're aware of our trip, right?"
On the big day of the trip, the six Frontier Brains were waiting at the airport in Slateport City. Tucker was wearing a pink polo shirt and white skinny jeans, plus a bright pink pashmina. Brandon was wearing a green Hawaiian shirt and green capris. Lucy was wearing a black and purple sports bra and matching booty shorts. Noland was wearing a black tank top and beige shorts. Greta was wearing a yellow tank top with a Poke Ball pattern and a jean skirt. Spenser wore a yellow Hawaiian shirt and khaki pants. All of them had luggage with them. The only thing missing was Scott.
"Where the fuck is Scott?" asked Brandon, looking at his gold watch.
"Our plane leaves in half an hour," said Lucy. "We don't have time for this!"
Lucy's iPhone rang.
"Hello?" said Lucy. "Scott! Where are you? Our plane's going to be leaving soon! ...What? You can't make it? God dammit! You're missing out on the moment of a lifetime. What could possibly be better than visiting Anabel?"
After Lucy hung up, the rest of the Frontier Brains looked at her.
"What's the word?" asked Greta.
"I've got bad news," said Lucy. "Scott is not coming with us. Apparently he has...other plans."
"WHAT?" said the rest of the Frontier Brains.
"I can't believe that selfish prick!" said Brandon. "Whenever you think he's going to do something cool, he always turns his back on us with an excuse."
"Oh, forget him," said Tucker. "We need to get on the plane. I heard they have the nicest clothing stores in Alola."
"We're not going to Alola to look for clothes," said Greta.
"Besides," said Brandon, "once we land in Alola, you'll want to take off that pashmina. It's scorching hot in Alola, and you'll sweat like crazy with that thing on. Why are you even bringing it anyway?"
"I got advice from this month's issue of Guymania," said Tucker. "It said on page 56 that woolen scarves are really hot right now." Guymania was a gay magazine that Tucker subscribed to.
"In more ways than one," said Lucy, snickering.
Not long after, the next flight was called. The Frontier Brains hurried along with their baggage to get on the plane. They all got comfortable. Brandon sat by the window, with Lucy next to him. In front of Brandon was Tucker, and in front of Lucy was Noland. Spenser and Greta sat behind Brandon and Lucy respectively.
After thirty minutes of waiting...
"This plain's not going anywhere," said Lucy.
"Be patient, Lucy," said Brandon. "Planes never take off right away. Right?"
"Right," said Noland.
Suddenly, the Frontier Brains heard the plane revving up. After a while, the plane started to lift itself off the ground, and it took off.
"Looks like it's moving now!" said Lucy.
Meanwhile, at Scott's house, Scott was in his bathrobe watching sports on his flat-screen TV, eating popcorn and pork rinds.
"This is the life..." he said.