Oh yes, and please do remember: Any Pokémon characters don't
belong to me. The only person that belongs to me in this whole story is...
well... me ("Sora"). Yes, even Tanya owns herself. I could have gotten
off by putting her as an original character to make myself look like I
actually made someone up, but I didn't.
I stared out the window of Professor Ivy's house. I can't believe I left Ash and Misty for this. Just sitting around all day, doing abselutley nothing until something happened. Just a couple days ago, the Pokèmon were all acting weird, then Ivy left to go to some place with Professor Oak. I later found out they had all been in the Mandrin Islands, and something about Ash being the chosen one and saving the world. And there's another person with them! Someone taking my place! I heard the kid's name was Tracey, and he sketched Pokèmon. I didn't like the guy from the start. Had they forgotten all about me now? 'Probably,' I thought sadly. I walked over to the couch, sat down, and turned on the T.V. There was a news flash on. I listened. "Team Rocket members Jessica, James, Butch, Cassidy, and a talking Meowth were all found unconcious on the street today by a group of local kids," the television droned, "The children said the five Rockets appeared to be dead, and had been thrown there carelessly by a couple of uniformed men, who had orange 'Os' on thier shirts. Once in stable condition, the Rockets will be thrown in jail for two years, since they are all wanted in over five cities." I turned off the T.V., I didn't want to hear about them going to jail. "Orange Os? What would that be?" I wondered. I sighed and got up. I knew what I wanted to do.
***
"You want to WHAT!?" the receptionist asked me. "I told you, I want to see Jesse or James. Either one of them," I replied. She raised an eyebrow at me, but gave me a room number anyway. I walked down the hall. 43G... 45G... 47G... ah, there it is! 49G. I knocked on the door. "Yeah?" a female voice asked. "Can I come in?" I asked, hoping she wouldn't recognize me. "Why do you wanna come in? Ah, whatever. Do what you want, Brock." So she did know it was me? Weird... I opened the door to find all four humans in there, the only ones awake were Jesse and this one guy with sort-of teal colored hair, whom I figured to be Butch. The other one I didn't know had yellowish-orange hair... that must be Cassidy. "I came here to ask you something," I said, hoping I was not making her to suspicious. "And what is that? I haven't seen you for awhile... you join back up with the twerp squad or what? That Tracey kid is annoying... I hope he's gone." So she thought he was annoying? Alright! "Well, no, I haven't. And I just heard about Tracey anyway, and don't want anything to do with the guy. Anyways, I wanted to ask you... what does the O mean?" There, I had finally gotten it out of my system. It was killing me that I didn't know. "Those people are Team Orenji, the ultimate rival of Team Rocket. They wanted to kill us, but threw us out when they thought we were dead. And Brock, I don't care HOW much you hate us, you cannot tell ANYBODY about Team Orenji. Not many people know yet, and that's a good thing. They are very dangerous, so beware," she said, looking me straight in the eye. "Why do you want to know anyway? It's of no importance to you." I sighed again. Should I tell her? No, that would be a bad idea. "I was just wondering," I lied. I didn't like to, but I figured it was good practice for what I was about to do later. Butch looked on, eyeing me. "Don't worry, I'm not here to get you guys in trouble," I said, hoping he would believe me. The two were still looking at me suspiciously, so I decided to bolt. "I'll be leaving then. Get some rest."
***
I watched two people who seemed to be around my age, maybe a bit younger. One had somewhat spikey blonde hair, while the other had brown hair and what looked like a blue bike helmet on her head. I had heard about the two before, their names were Matt and Sora. I listened to their conversation. "Sora, what *are* you doing?" Matt asked as he watched the girl throwing rocks in the lake. "I'm skipping rocks!" she replied happily. "Then why aren't they 'skipping'?" he asked her. She sweatdropped, and said, "Uh... I dont know?" She stopped, and went down at sat by him. "Why do we call you Sora anyways? *Everyone* knows your name isn't really Sora!" She looked at him oddly. "And *everyone* knows your name is really... uh... Matt..." 'She must be feeling rather stupid,' Brock thought. Matt laughed. "Nice come back. Anyways, did you hear that your Team Rocket friends are in trouble? Someone beat them up, and once they are all stable they're going to jail," he said. Sora looked shocked. "What!?" Matt nodded. "Yes. That's all I know about it though." They continued jabbering, and I got sick of it, and left. I had places to go, leaders to see.
***
I sighed. This was it. I was sweating a little, but wouldn't you? I
was about to talk to the leader of Team Rocket! I knocked on the door to
his office. "Come in." I nervously walked into the rather large office
and closed the door. "What do you want, little boy?" Giovanni asked me.
"I have come to ask for a job, sir," I replied as cooly as possible. "What
is your name, and where are you from? We must start with that," he asked.
"Brock, from Pewter City." Giovanni's stern face turned into an evil grin.
"I know you. You're a rock trainer, and leader of Pewter City gym. I've
heard a lot about you. You're strong, yet you can do things like cook,
clean, and take care of little kids. I don't normally do this, but you're
hired. I know enough about you to hire you. Right now. Here, put this on,"
he said as he threw a Team Rocket uniform like Butch's, only white and
red like James'. I was a bit shocked. "And when you come back out, I will
show you your partner. She's been waiting awhile for a new partner, since
she didn't like her old one, and you're perfect."