k, so this is my second fic on here. i saw some pics on youtube and photobucket that really inspired this story. i based Laila, the narrator, on the pic of the pikachu... i'll put on some links later. 3 anyhoo, read and enjoy this, and please, PLEASE comment on it. i'm really not too confident int this, so tell me your honest opinion. '(
Laila: Pi, pika, pika pi pikachu. pikachu, pi... pi ka chu pikapi pikachu pikaaaaaaa pikachu. o.o
Translation: Jazz, of course, does not own pokemon. if she did... May and Drew would've been together a loooooooong time ago.
Proulouge: Small Voice, Loudly Spoken
I've always wondered why I was created. I'm not just merely a servant to the Professor, am I? No. I can't be. I know I have a purpose other than to hurt and steal. My name is Laila, and I'm one of the most well-known creatures in the Pokemon world: a Pikachu. But I'm not a natural one. For starters, I know I'm a clone of a stronger-than-average Pikachu. How did I figure this out? Out of all the powerful clones created with me, I'm the strongest.
Being created, I'm genetically perfect. All of my attacks launched at stationary targets land without fail, and I'm pretty much invulnerable. Of course, being born in a test tube has it's drawbacks. I've never been able to say I have an actual family. No parents. No siblings. No aunts, uncles, or cousins. Nothing. The closest thing I have to family is my best friend and partner in crime, Alexander. He has the most amazing mahogany eyes I've ever seen and as strong as any Raichu I've ever witnessed. We work with each other all the time and have never failed at anything when we do. Though he's well built and muscular, he's slightly thinner than you'd expect a typical Raichu to be, but it's only because of the way he gets fed by his handlers.
Anyway, this partnership I was explaining is actually a worldwide corporation: Team Rocket. Now don't get me wrong; we really had no choice but to join. My creator is the top scientist for the team and Alexander had nowhere else to turn. Literally. He's a natural born Pokemon of two Pikachu; one of them a rare 'shiny'. Birthed a lonely Pichu, he seemed like a regular electric furball. With the love he felt for his parents, he too evolved into a Pikachu. Afterwards, however, all three realized he wasn't as normal as he seemed. Going down the middle of his tail was a dark stripe of black as well as two on his back that were supposed to be brown. He told me it had something to do with a rare recessive gene both his parents had or something gone genetically wrong from his dad being that of a different color. That's when they became official nomads.
Since his father was shiny, they were always coming across collectors seeking his exceptional coat. Now that there was another oddball in the family, the danger was far greater. He's told me of breathtaking sights he's seen on his journeys all over the different regions. The problems began when he started in on a tale of a time in the biggest he'd ever seen; a place where humans live: Goldenrod City.
The three found a temporary home underneath a bridge for a railway that went beyond the boundaries of the city. It was a place few came and protected them from rain the sun's rays beating down during the blistering summer that year. One night, while Alexander was out looking for a snack before dinner, he'd heard a disturbance followed by the cries of his mom and dad. When he returned to the bridge, they were both gone. He searched the entire city high and low; not necessarily a figure of speech. He ran through every ally, around every block with the blanket of shadows to cover his unique tail. Alexander called for his parents until he was too exhausted to carry on anymore. When he opened his eyes from a short nap in an alleyway, he found that he was cornered by two humans. He was terrified at that point. He'd always been told never to go near any and was being confronted by a pair. They were dressed in black with striking red letters on the front of their caps. Alexander couldn't read then, so he didn't know what the letter was. He was soon to learn it was an R, and little did he know it would become the most important symbol of his life. The men blocking his only exit came at him with grim expressions masking their unreadable eyes. It was only when they spoke to him that he came to trust them. Miraculously, he was able to understand the two, though they had some sort of accent. They reassured him with comforting words implying that they'd been watching him and knew he'd been orphaned that day. With nowhere to turn and no goals for himself, he handed his future over to the hands of the Rocket agents.
It wasn't long before Alexander was whisked to the corporate headquarters and under the narrow eyes of Giovanni. He passed as a rare Pikachu with a lot of potential and headed off to begin his training where he'd be taught everything to survive a life of crime. Training was vigorous and nearly scarred him emotionally. Physically, I don't think he could've had any more scars than he came out with. I can say this with knowledge because I was created days before his training course ended. Because my genetics were nearly perfect, I never needed training as far as endurance and strength. One evening, I heard him coming back to his room from the final night of coaching. Mine is a cracker box dorm with a lovely view of the nearby stone wall just a few doors down from him. When I laid eyes on his wounds, I ushered him in with me to tend to them. I'd been lucky enough to swipe a first aid kit from a storage room just a few days before. It came complete with bandages, rubbing alcohol, various lotions, and a pair of fingernail clippers.
After that incident, we started talking more and more and easily became friends. Though we were both Pikachu, we each had unique patterns in our fur. My tail has a slice missing from the end, but it's purely because of my gender. But the end is also coated in a midnight black. It's just the tip of it, but it's very noticeable. Another feature I have is the long streaks on my ears compared to a regular Pikachu. To me, it looks like graffiti, but it's pretty in a way. Another feature that I like is the tuff of longer fur on the top of my head. It looks very similar to the style of a Pikachu in a poster of a Pokemon trainer that's been known to mess with the leading scientist and his plans. The two stripes on my back are the same as Alexander's; the same black color.
My background isn't all that exciting. I remember images from when I opened my eyes in the oversized test tube. I had many circular patches sticking to me and bubbles were everywhere. I remember the scientists studying me day and night and messing with data on their computers. One day, I was fully conscious and felt stinging currents running through my tail and cheeks. I closed my eyes and braced myself, as the pain was getting more severe. With the crashing sound of glass breaking all around me, the rip of the patches being torn from my fur, and the thud of me hitting the floor, I choked in my first few breaths. Electric bolts danced on my rosy cheeks and the dangling cords that previously monitored me. I was still covered in the green goop I'd been suspended in when I was bathed and later checked over by an agent that looked more like a doctor. Right then and there, everything was explained to me. How I'd been created, the months worth of work that had been put into my existence, and my near perfection. My markings were explained as logos to alert any agents that I belonged to them if I ever tried to escape.
Since then, it's never been about relationships with friends or other agents or anything like that, excluding the time I met Alexander. I've been on a lot of missions and heists mostly dealing with taking expensive paintings and sculptures. Nothing too important. I guess they've just been testing my abilities, but they're always easy and I never come back with any reported run-ins with the police. Sometimes I got to work with Alexander. He's a little less experienced than me, but only because he was raised with the right kind of parents. Usually what happens is that he gets nervous when we can hear sirens coming down the street and he can't get himself to move fast enough. On one of our missions not too long ago, we went to a breeding center somewhere around Fortree City. Alexander was trying to knock down a box from one of the higher shelves to get at most of the pokeballs. Little did he know that there were different evolution stones in it. When he did manage to pull it off the edge, a few stones came spilling on top of him. One of them must have been a thunderstone because the next thing I knew, I was standing face to face with a dark coated Raichu. As quickly as we could, we finished the mission for fear of the owner of the shop returning from the ruckus we'd made.
From that point on, most of the training agents worked with Alexander on stronger attacks such as mega kick, thunder, and hyper beam. He still goes through rigorous training daily, but he's a lot tougher now. I think he might be inspired by me too. Every night after he gets done, he comes into my room and we chat for a while before he returns to his dorm.
As for me, I've got a few good moves at my disposal. As I've said before, my genes were tampered with, so I can learn moves that no other Pikachu can. I know regular moves like thundershock, thunderbolt, iron tail, and volt tackle. However, I can also perform moves such as night slash, sonic boom, and shadow claw. It gives me a nice advantage in battle and with irregular moves, I can defeat Pokemon that I'd normally have type disadvantages against.
More than once, I've run into a bratty looking kid with dark hair and a normal Pikachu riding on his shoulder. A few times, he's had different people with him, including the trainer from the poster; the other one with the Pikachu. All of them have caused trouble for us and have foiled some of Team Rocket's best plans. He makes me sick with his know-it-all attitude and give-it-your-all strategy. But all the different Pokemon he's had over the years have all been very well trained and have given even me a challenge. But his Pikachu is the strongest I've ever had to face. Granted, I did beat him more than enough times, but he's still a tough little ball of fur. He's so pathetic though. He doesn't ever make a move unless instructed by his scrawny trainer. Even if I'm heading right for him with a shadow claw, he won't budge until he's told to. In all the times I've faced him, he's never done anything for himself. It's always about that idiotic 'master' of his. What I'm still vexed about is the reason why he travels with those losers. The last time I saw him was in Sangem Town battling against an opponent that looked as if he could squish the rodent like road kill. Rooting for him was a naïve girl with a skirt so short it could be mistaken for a belt. With a voice that could make a Wismur cringe, I can't see why that Pikachu stays friends with her. If I were in his place, I would've joined forces with the violent indigo-haired kid a long time ago.
But living and working with Team Rocket has been a fun experience for me. I'm still happily working along side Alexander and he's gotten a lot stronger since he evolved. Together, we make a great team. We're both very powerful, but he knows moves that could knock out a herd of Tauros in one hit. I'm small enough to fit in smaller spaces while he keeps watch and my sensitive hearing can practically detect a hairdryer in Cianwood. We can communicate with electric attacks--a technique Zapdos is famous for--and that makes us practically unstoppable. Though our handlers discipline us in horrible ways most of the time, we've both admitted that we like the lifestyle. I believe Alexander all the way. He was too little to remember most of his times when his mom and dad were still with him and can't compare this to what his life could be like. As for me, some things are better left unsaid.
there ya go. the proulouge for Tainted Innocence... so, yeah. leave a comment. :D