Disclaimer: Don't own Pokemon, but one day I will. After I'm done taking over the world.
OK, so this story idea came to me not too long ago while I was playing Pokemon Mystery Dungeon Rescue Team, and painfully waiting for the arrival of Pokemon Mystery Dungeon Exploration Team. It made me want to write a PMD story, but I also wanted to write another Team Rocket story--so I combined the two! I don't know if this has been done before--maybe something similar has, but I'm not ever in the greatest mood to go through all 18,000-19,000 and such fanfics to figure it out. Anyway, this fic takes place after the main story of the first Mystery Dungeon and before the story of the second one, with Jessie, James and Meowth as the main heroes. I hope you enjoy, and remember to save up some money and reserve your copy of the new PMD: Exploration Team before it hits shelves! (I know I will!)
It was a normal autumn day, the cool breezes settling on the trees in a thick covered forest. The nocturnal inhabitants were all sleeping soundly inside every burrow, nook and cranny to which they called home. The environment seemed unusually quiet--not to mention, packed with delicious berries--to a certain meowth's delight. The feline padded through the undergrowth on his hind legs, his eyes blinking and mouth watering savagely as he searched. After smelling the air and realising he lost the berry scent, he sighed in desperation and hung his head. "Well, dis stinks." he replied out loud. He kicked a nearby rock and sighed again.
Yup, this meowth wasn't just any meowth--he was known as the talking meowth of Team Rocket, a criminal organization located in Kanto. Meowth the talking pokemon and his partners, two humans called Jessie and James, have traveled together in spite of their differences in hopeful pursuit of a boy's pikachu. Meowth couldn't count the numerous failures over the years--all the plans, machines and robots that they have spent their lives on perfecting all seemed like a big waste. Not only that, Meowth and his friends never could afford food, and the cat could feel his stomach grumbling as he walked. Jessie had ordered him to find berries and that's exactly what he intended to do, though his luck didn't seem to be too great at the moment.
Meowth patted his empty gut and stopped for a second. "Huh...what I wouldn't do for a hot, crispy cheeseburger with fries right about now." he remarked. "And a milkshake, too. Maybe chocolate and vanilla swirl...man, dat would be delish!" He licked his lips as he trekked on, hoping to find any measly sign of a meal.
The wind picked up a little and a couple leaves blew in his direction. Meowth spat as they hit him in the face. Sometimes, when desperate, Meowth had eaten leaves in his lifetime. But in the autumn, the leaves went bad and crunchy and were to no edibility.
After the wind stopped, Meowth uncovered his eyes and shook his fur back to normal. He blinked a couple times and regained his footing, about to walk once more when there was a small noise. Meowth looked down below him and saw a tiny berry next to his feet.
"Ah!" he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up as he scooped the berry into his paws. "Where'd you came from, ya tasty little beauty, you?" he asked. There was another small noise and a second berry fell from the sky and rolled up next to him. Meowth grabbed this one up as well and whilst doing so, noticed a third berry falling from above, which he also took custody. "It's rainin' berries?" he asked in wonder, looking up and drooling as he awaited an encore.
The tree from above ruffled and berries fell everywhere, answering to the cat's prayers. Meowth squealed in joy, selfishly stuffing his arms with as much as he could hold before any other critter could swoop up and take them. Berries began dropping from his collection and every time he leaned over to pick one up, another fell. As he picked up the berries, determined not to leave until he had them all, a strange mystical cry sounded on the wind.
"Huh?" Meowth perked his ears and looked around, absentmindedly letting berries pour from out of his arms. A weird, flashing image flew behind him and he turned, barely missing it. He scratched his head and began to ponder this when the image flashed again, this time right in front of him. Meowth jumped, dropping all of the berries. "Wha--what's goin' on?!" he shouted.
"Finally..." said the wind. "I have found you."
Meowth backed away in fear. "Da wind! It speaks!" he cried in terror. He began to bow down. "Oh wind, I know I done some bad stuff in my life, but please, gimmie another chance! I know I won't screw it up dis time, promise!"
The wind whooshed past him again and Meowth hid behind a nearby tree, fearing the worst. What was going on? One minute he was mindlessly picking berries and now there was a voice on the wind, speaking to him, searching for his tattered soul. He didn't know what to do. Grabbing up a couple berries, he threw it at the wind as it fought at him. "Take dat!" he shouted, chucking the fruit. "And dis! And dat! And a little bit more of dis!"
Flinging the berries didn't seem to make the situation any better, as the voice came closer and Meowth could feel the cold wind piercing at his skin. Then, out of the smoke...a shadow? Meowth crouched and covered his eyes. "Please! Don't eat me! I don't taste good! I don't taste good!" he whimpered in his fetal position, not daring to make another move.
The shadow came closer and closer. Meowth could feel the sweat trickling down his short coat of fur. He knew this could very well be his death, his last minute as a living, breathing creature. He wanted to call for his comrades, but it would be no use to him now. He was too late. He could already feel his heart bursting inside his chest as the shadow approached him, for possibly the last time. It was over.
"Why is that fleabag taking so long? I only sent him to get a few berries for the soup." grumbled a woman with pinkish-red hair that curled out behind her like some kind of cinnamon bun. She stirred a stick in an pot of hot water over a tiny fire.
Her partner, a man with short bluish-purple hair, shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno, Jess. We shouldn't have made him go out there all alone. It could be dangerous..."
"What, you mean at this time of day?" asked the woman, Jessie. "Most of those forest pokemon are nocturnal and even if they weren't, what's so bad about taking chances every once in a while anyway?"
"Well...maybe. It's just, I don't feel too good about it." replied James. "I get this weird tingly feeling in my gut..." He patted his belly.
Jessie lifted her eyebrow. "Doesn't that mean you have to go to the bathroom?" she asked.
"No. I was pretty sure it was my conscience." James answered.
"James! Your conscience doesn't live inside your stomach!" yelled Jessie. "It lives in your head!"
James scratched his chin. "That would explain the voices..." he answered.
Jessie slapped her forehead. "Look...whatever." she said, mixing the spoon in the pot. "Didn't I tell you earlier to go finish that machine of yours? They don't build themselves, you know."
James nodded. "Already finished."
"What? Already? Not possible..." she argued. "Now go get it and show it to me. I must see it."
James gave her a worried look. "My conscience is telling me I shouldn't listen to you."
"Screw your conscience! Go get it for me or else!" she barked. "AND DON'T MAKE ME USE THE MALLET!"
"AAAAH! Right, right! I'll go get it!" he shouted in fear, beating the heck out of Jessie's sight.
The woman just sighed and continued stirring in the pot. "He better not have messed it up this time..." she mumbled to herself--more out loud than to herself, really.
Not too much later, James returned with a large metal contraption in his arms. Jessie glanced up at him as he let it land on the ground with a much bigger noise than they expected. She left her soup (if you could call it that) to check out the machinery. She fiddled with it a little and looked over it as James watched nervously, biting his nails.
"So..." said Jessie after scanning the thing. "What's it do?"
"Well, I was just about to tell you." James said. He leaned down on the ground and pointed to the different pieces of it as he explained. "It's called the Mega-Trapper 3000, guaranteed to catch even the naughtiest pikachus! This button here activates an extension--electric-proof of course--that is programmed to aim directly on target and grab pikachu without fail. The blue button over here absorbs pikachu's electricity, making him immobile to use electric attacks. The greenish-yellow button here will create two straps on it...kinda like a backpack, allowing us to carry him around easier without dropping him like we usually do. Then of course, the thing itself is full-proof to all pokemon attacks of different kinds! Demonstrate."
James placed Jessie's soup bowl aside and put the Mega-Trapper 3000 in the burning fire. The flames licked away at it, but were not powerful enough to get through the trap. "See? Fire-proof..." said James. He grabbed a bucket of water and dumped it on the machine, but once again, nothing happened. "Water-proof..." James said again. He grabbed a handful of grass and chucked it at the MT3000. "Even grass-proof!"
"Hmmmm...impressive." admitted Jessie. She once again looked over it and frowned. "What about ghost types? Is it ghost-proof?"
"Ga...ghost-proof?" stammered James, completely forgetting about the element altogether.
"What? Do you mean to tell me you forgot about ghost pokemon?" asked Jessie, knowing the answer to her question all too well. "Don't you realise by now that the twerps are gonna have some psycho trainer following them around with a ghost pokemon? They always aim for the weak spot!" She picked the heavy machine up and placed it in James's arms and he fell over because of the weight. "Remodel it!"
"Awwww...but Jessie..."
"Do it now, I say! I have a paper fan, and I'm not afraid to use it!" Jessie reminded him. She took it out and held it just inches away from James's face.
"OH! Alright, alright! I'm on my way!" he screamed, scampering away as fast as a person could with something big and metal in their arms.
...
Meanwhile with Meowth, things weren't going so great either.
The shadow that walked towards him began to step even closer. It was coming towards Meowth, and though he was covering his eyes so he would not see, he could sense it approaching through the light footsteps on the ground.
Much to the cat's surprise, the shadow was just a small pokemon. It poked at Meowth a little and giggled. "Hey, you're funny! Momma was right about you!" came the chipper voice.
"Huh?" Meowth said in shock as he rubbed his eyes. All this time he had thought he was dying--that his life was coming to a hopeless end to which he could never change for the rest of eternity. He had pictured his own gravestone, a tiny rock to which carved out his name, one that would never go down in history.
But instead, as Meowth got back his breath, he saw a pokemon called ralts staring up at him with giant brown eyes. The cat jumped back in surprise. "Gah!"
The ralts laughed again, covering his mouth as he watched Meowth fall over, dumbstruck. "Wow, I like you!" he decided. "I hope we can be friends!"
Meowth was just recovering from his first fall when he saw a much larger image appear besides the ralts. "Now, now, Ralts." scolded the figure, a gardevoir by the looks of it. "How many times have I told you not to scare off the Stronger One?"
The ralts looked down at his toes in shame. "Sorry, Momma." he apologised.
Gardevoir smiled down at him. "It's OK, my child. As long as we have him here, our world shall be saved. Everything is going to be alright, now."
Meowth gawked at them in confusion. "Wait...wait a second. Me? Da Stronger One? Aint dat supposed to be da job for a powerful pokemon or someting? I mean, I can't save your world. I've got my own business to attend ta." He began to walk away, taking some berries as he did so. But as soon as he started getting somewhere, both psychic pokemon appeared in front of him and he jumped again, spilling the assortment of fruit by his feet.
"I'm sorry, I'm afraid we haven't introduced ourselves, yet." said the gardevoir with a nod. "My name is Gardevoir, and this is my son, Ralts." She gestured toward the pokemon, who giggled once more. Gardevoir smiled and turned back to Meowth. "And both of us have come to look for you. Oh, it's a miracle. A true miracle, it is." She put her hands together in silent joy.
"What da? Miracle?" asked a confused Meowth. "I'm no miracle, 'less ya want someone ta take out da garbage. I'm also a pretty good plumber if ya wants ta know da truth."
"Momma, is he really the Stronger One?" Meowth heard the Ralts ask his mother.
"Yes, dear. Of course it is him." she replied. "Can't you see now? The way that he talks--it is human speech, I can tell this. And how he stands is not the position of a normal meowth. He is the special one, just like in the legends."
Meowth laughed at this. "OK, now dat's too much, my friend! Tell me, what's da joke in dis? I mean, da legends? Pffft. I don't believe in stuff like dat." He waved his paw to show his disapproval. "Now if you excuse me, I gots to go now. Tanks for entertainin' me, though." He began to walk away again but this time, a psychic attack lifted him up off the ground.
"Wha?" asked Meowth, getting lifted off the ground. The psychic attack pulled him back to face both pokemon and dropped him down in the exact spot. Both Gardevoir and Ralts stared down at him with serious faces. Meowth looked at them and sighed. "Dis isn't a joke...is it?" he asked a bit disappointed.
"I'm afraid not." replied Gardevoir in a sad tone. "Our world is in incredible danger, and in no less than a couple weeks, it could be permanently destroyed forever."
"Yea, and only the Stronger One...the one in the legends...can come to save us all." added Ralts.
Meowth blinked a couple times. "Hold on...I don't get dis. Why do you tink I could save ya? I mean, face it. I look like a walkin' talkin' freak."
Ralts again laughed, and his mother gave him a cold stare to silence him. She turned back to the cat. "Yes, but you're the closest pokemon we found to be human." she answered.
"Huh, me? I'm not a human!" Meowth countered.
"Yes, we know. We did not seek a human--no, not this time. Instead, we have come to find a pokemon with human attributes, one who lives amongst them and shares their intelligence."
Meowth laughed again at this as he thought off Jessie and James. "Ha! Dem humans...dey aren't smart. Trust me. Da ones I hang around couldn't be more idiotic if dey tried." He stopped for a second, pondering the psychic's words. "Wait, what do ya mean, not this time? Did ya seek a human before?"
"Indeed, we did." admitted Gardevoir. "I was sent to find someone who could save the pokemon world from the natural disasters. I could not find a pokemon strong enough, so I came to a human." She looked down at Meowth and the way he was standing--so human-like. "But now, we have a bigger problem. And this time I have found out about you, Meowth. You are exactly the kind of pokemon we need to be our hero. You match everything in the legends about the Stronger One...you must be him."
"Wow." said Meowth. He could actually feel himself blushing. "Tanks...do ya really tink I could measure up to dat kind of greatness?"
"Why, yes. You are the Stronger One, aren't you?" she asked, winking at him.
"Heh..." replied Meowth, slowly regaining himself. "I guess so. But...I mean, since I'm da Stronger One...what do I have ta do? I mean, ta save your world?"
"Oh, you come with us, of course." answered Gardevoir.
"Wait...WHA?" asked Meowth, going off balance a little due to the surprise. The sudden offer had come without warning. He just couldn't leave...what about the berries he was collecting? What about Jessie and James? He cleared his throat. "Ya mean, right now?" he inquired uncertainly.
Ralts laughed childishly. "Yea! Momma and me came just so we could bring you with us! Everyone's gonna be so happy you're coming!" He spun around delightfully by his mother's feet. "This is the greatest day ever!"
Meowth wanted to laugh along with the joyful pokemon, but he just didn't feel good at all inside. He looked on sadly, a look of longing in his big, feline eyes.
Gardevoir sensed this and turned to Meowth in concern. "Meowth...are you alright?"
"Hm?...oh, right. I guess so." he replied with a sigh. He saw Gardvoir looking at him, curious and upset from Meowth's hesitation. "It's just..." he started, not knowing how he could explain. "I gots friends here. I can't just leave 'em...I...dey...I mean, I don't know..."
Gardevoir looked down at her feet in shame and Ralts, seeing this, mimicked her change in emotions. "I'm sorry but...if it were up to me, I would have never made it this way, but..."
"But...what?" asked Meowth, not sure he wanted to know the answer.
Gardevoir sighed. "See, you have a choice. You either come or stay. That's just the way it is..."
"Right, well, I'd be glad to come." Meowth said in hope of raising her spirits. "But can't my friends come, too?"
Gardevoir blinked. "Well...we have only come to seek you, Meowth. The reason we chose you for our hero was because you were un-human and pure. The last time we brought a human to our world, it unraveled a legend. I don't know much of it, as my memory was cleared from the past since then, but I hear it was devastating. We don't want to bring humans back to our world ever again...to keep it safe and secure."
"But...what's wrong with 'em?" asked Meowth, not quite understanding. "I mean, I know dey can be annoyin' at times, but dey can have a heart as good as a pokemon's, can't dey?"
Gardevoir had to laugh softly at this. Meowth did seem like a caring soul, but none of the pokemon from their world were ready to trust humans after what happened before. "Yes, humans can have hearts as good as pokemon. But some of them can also be dirty and evil, and they have a good way for covering it up too."
"You don't have to worry. My friends are nice--kinda dim-witted--but nice, once ya get ta know dem." Meowth assured.
"I'm sure they are, Meowth," said Gardevoir, for she did believe the cat, "but we just aren't ready to take the risk. Besides..." she looked up, as if to escape from the conversation. "Once you save our world, we can return you here without any regrets. It shouldn't take that long, I hope."
"It won't?" asked Meowth.
"If all goes according to plan, it shouldn't." Gardevoir replied with a nod. "But I cannot persuade you to come. You must be the one to make that choice."
Meowth looked beyond the forest, to where his friends must have been awaiting his arrival. "Well...I guess I'll go." he decided finally, after pondering a bit. "But do ya tink I could tell dem goodbye before I go?"
"Well..." trailed Gardevoir. "Yes, you may. But don't tell them where you are going, as we want to keep our world secret from humans. I'll let you spend a little time with them this afternoon and Ralts and I will be back to pick you up around sunset."
"So..." said Ralts, who had been silent throughout the discussion. "Deal?"
Meowth looked at both psychic pokemon, holding their hands out to him. His eyes darted from one to the next, until he finally made up his mind. He placed his paw in the middle and shook on it. "Deal." he promised.
"OK, I got it right this time Jessie, just look!" said James, placing the huge machine by her feet. She was still at the fire, cooking the soup. "It's ghost-proof, now. See?" he prodded, clicking down a button to show illusionary ghosts fighting to break in. "Nothing or anything pertaining to or of ghosts can get through! Great, isn't it?"
Jessie put down her stirring spoon to look the machine over once more. She glanced at every side of it before turning back to James. "What about ice? Is it ice proof?" she asked.
"Ehh...ice?" asked James, his face looking pretty pathetic as the error was noted in his work.
"James! How many times do I have to tell you this?" she asked, pushing down his nose and staring him straight in the eyes. "It's not done 'til it's 100 percent full-proof! Now remodel it...again!" She threw the robotic machinery in his arms and he fell over a second time due to the weight.
"Gee, it's as if I have to do everything around here." Jessie exclaimed, rolling her eyes. "Looks like soon I'll have to be doing Meowth's job. I mean, how long does it honestly take to find a couple fresh berries in the woods these days? I bet he's just fooling around, napping and keeping us waiting while I'm stuck here, cooking--" A couple berries rolled down to the soup Jessie was making and she looked up. Meowth stood there with the berries in his arms and Jessie looked on, embarrassed that he had overheard the rambling.
"Oh...thanks, Meowth." she replied sullenly, taking the berries and dropping them into the pot.
"Eh...don't mention it." he shrugged. He knew it wasn't too much unlike Jessie to criticize him while he was gone and he was perfectly fine with it. What bothered him more, was the fact that he would be leaving them both to save another world--a world he hardly knew anything about, to save pokemon that he didn't know about, either.
"Good thing you're back." James said to cut the silence. "We were worried about you. Remember, tomorrow's the big day, Meowth!" He put his lab goggles back over his face and chiseled into the machine, most likely fixing it to Jessie's orders. (A/N: a chisel? o.O)
Meowth managed to keep a straight face. "Yea, I know." he mumbled. James and Jessie had been going on and on about it the last couple of days and Meowth himself was pretty excited about it as well. But now he was going to miss it, and he wasn't sure how to reply.
"Is something wrong, Meowth?" asked James, sensing the depressing nature of his tone. "You seem a little...I dunno, pale. Hairballs, again?"
Meowth twiddled with his fingers. "Nah...no hairballs. No hairballs..." he repeated, too transfixed by his thoughts to really listen to half the words his friends were saying. All he could think about was leaving them. He was beginning to feel a pang of guilt.
"Yea, Meowth. What's with you today? You're not your usual yammering, blabbering big-mouth self." Jessie added. "Cat got your tongue or something?"
"Hahahaha! Oh, I get it! Like, Meowth's a cat! So, it's like...cat's got his tongue, but he is a cat so...so it's just like...ehehehe..." laughed James.
Jessie gave him "the look", sending enough fear though him without even mentioning the mallet or the fan. "That's right...back to work." she grumbled, satisfied that her staring technique had given her this quick and witty advantage.
"And you..." she said, gesturing towards Meowth. The cat flinched and looked up at her as she spoke. "You start acting like yourself, again. You're starting to scare me."
About an hour later, Jessie finally finished the making of her delicious rotten berry soup. "Dinner's ready! Come get it before I eat it all." she warned. James was there faster than the speed of sound, not ready to miss a meal--but when you're starving, who doesn't? Well, somebody didn't, apparently...
Jessie looked on and noticed the absence of Meowth. "Where is that cat?" she asked. "He's always here for mealtimes. He better get his tail over here before he misses out."
"Maybe he didn't hear you. Call him again." James suggested.
Jessie took a deep breath. "MEOOOOOWTH! DINNEEEER!" she yelled. All she got in response where a few chirping crickets. No Meowth.
James looked worried. "There might be something wrong with him. He could be sick or something."
"Or maybe he's just being ornery." Jessie quickly argued, cutting him off. "I mean, if he was sick, he'd be spewing hairballs all over the place. And he doesn't look hurt at all." She glanced at the faraway tan image, curled up next to an old oak. "If he wants to miss mealtime, that's fine with me. More for us."
James, torn between friendship and food, found himself agreeing with Jessie's explanation. "Well, I guess you're right..." he said a bit reluctantly, taking a helping of soup.
...
Two hours after finishing the soup and putting the finishing touches on James's machine and the Meowth balloon, the sky began to darken which meant another cold, windy autumn night to sleep through for the Rockets. Jessie was laying out their dirty, matted sleeping bags onto the ground and James was cleaning his fully remodeled MT3000 with a wipe to give it a glossy shine. Meowth, however, was still laying out by the old oak, lost in worry and thought.
"Tomorrow...tomorrow will be a day to remember." James whispered to himself as he tucked the MT3000 safely in between two hidden trees. Tired, he approached Jessie, who was already preparing to get into her sleeping bag for a much needed rest.
"Tomorrow will make all this pikachu chasing worthwhile." she murmured as he came into sight. "I can't wait to see the boss's reaction when we finally get hold of the twerp's rat for him. He'll give us a promotion for sure."
"Yea..." James nodded and looked up to where Meowth used to be sitting by the oak. Fifteen minutes ago, he informed his friends that he needed to go off to wee and insured them it wouldn't take long, but he was gone for much longer than James had expected. "But I wonder if Meowth will be OK. He's really worrying me. I think we should at least go check up on him and see what he's up to."
"For once, I have to agree with you." she replied, slowly getting out of her "bed". "He never acts like this, not even when his brain is extra wacko. He must be hiding something. He has some kind of secret he doesn't want us to know about..."
"A female, maybe?" inquired James.
"Hmmm, yea. Could be. Love can turn you into a totally different person, I guess." she shrugged. "But I've never felt love, so I wouldn't know." Suddenly, the two of them locked eyes and noticing this, both turned away in haste.
"Yea...me neither." agreed James. It was silent for a moment as both were speechless, when Jessie got up and finally spoke.
"Well," she decided, "we should probably start looking. Y'know, for Meowth."
James nodded quickly. "Yea, night can be a rough and dangerous place for a little guy like him, out there all alone. We better find him."
With this, they grabbed a flashlight and went off to search for their furry-tailed friend.
Meowth looked back, angry with himself for not gaining the courage to give his friends a mere goodbye. He sighed heavily. I bet dey don't even suspect a ting, me leavin' and all. Maybe all dis "savin da world" stuff isn't such a good idea after all. The wind picked up and Meowth wrapped his tail around his body for warmth. He looked up to the stars and stared. Anytime now...
As if on cue, a transparent image came in front of his face and Meowth didn't need a second of time to know very well that it was Gardevoir. Her son, whom Meowth suspected must have tagged along everywhere with her, also appeared by her side.
"Meowth...it is time." she reminded him. "Have you said goodbye to your friends?"
Meowth looked back again, knowing he would regret it later, and turned back to the psychic. "Yea," he replied, "I'm ready now."
Gardevoir smiled down at him in approval. "Thank you. Your kindness is truly appreciated, oh Stronger One."
"Awww..." said Meowth, blushing with his paw behind his head. "Ya gots to stop callin' me that..."
Gardevoir laughed softly. "Yes, but it's true. I just can't believe you are actually coming to help save us. You are a miracle, Meowth. Thanks, again."
Meowth smiled, though on the inside he felt his heart tearing away from his past life, and a lump formed in his throat. "Uhh...you're welcome."
From afar, Jessie and James finally caught sight of Meowth from a couple of bushes they were in. He was with two other figures, and both could tell they belonged to the psychic pokemon, Gardevoir and Ralts. Meowth seemed to be talking to them in English, and the pokemon returned him the answer in their own special language.
"That's Meowth..." James whispered. "What's he doing?"
"He appears to be speaking with those other pokemon." Jessie whispered back. "But I can't make out much of the conversation, because the pokemon are speaking back to him in...Pokenese, or whatever their native tongue is."
"Could this be Meowth's secret?" asked James.
"Yea, he's really up to something he doesn't want us to know about. I can tell." replied Jessie. "Now let's stop with the chatter so we can hear what he's saying." Both of them dived lower in their hiding places, staring out of the darkness with blue and green eyes.
Meanwhile, as Meowth secretly worried about his friends, Ralts, being the sensor of emotions, looked to Meowth in worry. "Are you sad?" he asked.
Meowth, surprised of this, quickly redeemed himself. "Who, me? Sad? No--not at all, kid. I'm very fine, I tink. No worries."
Gardevoir smiled at the cat again. "Alright, so I'm going to take you with us back to our world. Don't worry--this won't hurt, really. But you may want to shield your eyes a little."
"Shield my--" started Meowth as a blast of pure white escaped from Gardevoir and consumed him in its clutches. The light was certainly blinding, and he did indeed find the need to protect his vision. The white aura reached out of boundaries a little, spreading within a thirty inch radius. Jessie and James soon became affected by the brightness and covered their eyes in pain.
"What's happening?" asked James, unable to see. "Where are we?"
"I don't know! But wherever we are, I think we're getting sucked into some kind of black hole or something! Er, wait. A white hole. Or maybe some kind of vortex!"
"I'm scared!" came James's shaky voice, the last words he spoke before both he and Jessie felt themselves fall into a deep slumber and drifted gently into what felt like a world of dreams and fantasy, to a world they never knew existed--until now.
Wheee! Now it looks like J and J managed to tag along with Meowth. So...what pokemon do you think they'll turn out as? It could be any... -el gaspeth-
Eh, sorry about a sorta long and boring beginning. I wanted to get all the "before-hand" stuff out of the way in one chapter, but I wouldn't be surprised if other chapters will turn out this long, especially since this is my first hand at a more...ehem...serious story. (well, maybe a little nonsense XD) Anyway, reviews would be nice--feedback and such would be appreciated I guess. I just like to know people are interested. X3