So, What's to Get?
NOTE: Before reading there are a couple things to know. One is that besides being a crossover this is also a bit of an AU too from both sides. First: language. I have been fortunate to be able to watch the first season of Digimon completely in Japanese and most with subtitles. I've only seen two episodes of Pokémon in Japanese with subtitles though I've managed to find some clips and things and my Japanese learning sister has deciphered some things. Anyway, once I seen the Japanese version of an animé I never want to go back, but as it is that I have only seen minimal stuff with Pokémon in Japanese there are some things from the English (the stinky 4Kids dub — if they only translated things better and weren't so creepy .) Also a few things I've just left purposely. I think "Team Rocket" just sounds more organized than "Rocket Gang", but maybe "dan" is not translatable. I don't know; I don't speak much Japanese. The Team Rocket members I will call by their Japanese names (except "Giovanni", don't ask) not that I have too much problem with their dub names but it starts with the fact that I like Nyaasu's "nya", and I like their voices better in Japanese. Also most of the pokémon and digimon names are left in English form cuz I don't feel like relearning every single one of those creatures' names. Okay enough language, you get the picture. The other thing is that, just because I said so, they are in Hoenn but Team Rocket has their older pokémon: Arbok, Lickitongue, Weezing, and Victorybell; though I plan to make references later on that they, at one time, had Wabafet and Chimecho. There are a few other things too, but these are the major noteworthy facts thus far. On the Digimon side, it's just that it takes place in no actual time of the show except that it's some time after the second season. I have not even seen the whole second season in Eng or Jap (it gets kinda boring after Ken changes for me). So the rules are all more like the first season. Also just in case you don't know, here are the names from English to Japanese for you that I use Gatomon: Tailmon, James: Kojiro, Jessie: Musashi, Meowth: Nyaasu (come on "Nyaasu" is a cuter sounding name than "Meowth" XD).
Oh, and also this story is based off of something my sister and I made up together, so she gets some credit for the story especially with Tailmon and Kojiro's dialogue (though I have modified a lot from the original "game" we made up.) And the opening line of "I wish something would happen" in the third scene is thanks to my brother.
So! If you think it won't be too confusing with these little oddities, enjoy your read!
Prologue
The fierce fight came quickly to a close as Tailmon made to kick directly between the eyes of the strange, irritable digimon. Whatever had made him so upset mattered little when Tailmon had tried at first avoid unnecessary confrontation, but now the other digimon was so enraged that she had no other choice but to knock him out at least. He would have killed her otherwise!
Yet just before her foot came in contact with the head before her, a flash of light pushed all other sight completely from view, and the next thing Tailmon knew she sailed not into any living thing, but with a yelp she collapsed onto the floor of a building.
"Ah!" screamed a voice. "What's that!?"
Tailmon turned and saw a girl, a real human girl, standing in shock as she stared back at Tailmon. Tailmon was about to speak, but that was when she noticed that besides this girl there stood many humans behind her. About three were line up directly behind the girl, and many more humans were scatter about after that. Tailmon dared a glance behind her at the sizzling machine with little holders the size of which may have been able to hold chicken eggs, but guessing by the red and white ball in the girl's hand, Tailmon guessed that the machine had not been meant for eggs.
Something was wrong. She knew not which human had brought her here. It seemed as though no person had, and just as a person of authority showed up to ask (though kindly as her voice was) what had happened, Tailmon felt quite invaded upon as every person in the building pointed out the strange creature in front of the broken machine.
She leapt away, straight out the open window. She had to figure out what had happened and fast! But she did not get far as she ran down the road and out into the field beyond, for no sooner had she left the road when she heard a howl behind her.
An angry creature like a digimon turned to face her. A doglike creature baring its teeth. She had obviously defiled territory. She was about to say something in her defense, but this creature would hear none of it as it lunged for her, but she wouldn't let it kill her. She leapt at it, but as she scratched it, the creature let out a burst of flame. She lunged again, but she soon found herself surrounded. Another and another. There must have been two dozen of them! And all were quite powerful and quite deadly with their flaming breath and deadly horns. They howled and snarled, those pack of black and orange creatures, and even though she refused to let herself be afraid she knew there was a possibility she would be unable to escape this fight …
CHAPTER ONE:
One Summer Day
Life's funny. Nya.
I know you probably heard it before, but it's true.
So many things link up to another. We're all born to want to be good, to love, to be pure, honest, true, but for lots of us something happens. Abuse. A broken heart. A mentor more confused than you are. Then it's all over. Flaws grow. You lose sight of who you are. You become the very thing you feared, and half the time you don't even know it. The cycle starts all over again for someone you've affected.
Nya …
You'd think a talking pokémon would be able to do something useful with his talent. Bring humans and pokémon to a better understanding, but no, I used it to get ahead in the human game. To be number one! I played it like a game. It was a fun game filled with glimmer and shinies all ready for the taking. In fact, I felt myself a veritable expert at the game; though, that kid we started to follow did not really do much to lift morale. Is it fanciful to say that I often envisioned myself a pirate? N-yeah! Jack Sparrow had competition even if my crew was a couple of rejects of Team Rocket. It wasn't the pokémon I cared so much about either. It was the food, the attention (even if most of it was negative), the food, the excitement, oh, and the food, and the shiny, sparkling, gleaming money, hoards and hoards and hoards of silver coins (not paper money) all for the nyaasu who couldn't use payday!
Shinies … I like them. It's in the nature of my race, so what? Nya!
Not that I got much of what I wanted …
Well, anyway, there was no way any three of us could have expected what was about to happen that hot summer day on the hill. If we had known, we would have taken our chances with the kids and Pikachu with or without a plan. As it was, though, we decided to leave the spying for later with the strange pokémon we saw and all, and … Nya, I'm getting a little ahead of the story, nya.
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Kojiro let out a mournful sigh as he turned from the view over the hill upon which he was squatted.
He, Musashi, and Nyaasu had been watching the kid and his friends all afternoon. The day was hot. In the shade of the bushes the humidity could not be escaped even if the sun could be. With nothing to really occupy one's mind upon besides the icy, sparkling lemonade in the glasses below and the cool river into which the obliviously spied-upon dipped their feet, Kojiro only felt the heat all the more.
Besides that nothing was happening, and no plan emerged.
Nyaasu was so uninterested in the day's events that in the heat of the day he had fallen asleep in the sunlight like the cat he was as he stretched out on his back lazily in the grass. He snored softly and even purred on occasion.
A nap did not seem like a bad idea, actually, but it was only a trick of the humidity. Really Kojiro needed some of that lemonade, or even the little ice cubes the kid's pokémon were sucking on, or maybe just a quick jump in the river.
The only one who still held her binoculars was Musashi, and even she was probably eyeing the drinks more than the pokémon whether she would admit it or not.
A moment after Kojiro had stopped looking over the hill, Musashi glanced over at Kojiro out of the corner of her binoculars. Her eye lids lowered crossly, but before she could say anything however Kojiro spoke instead.
"I wish something would happen," he said and leaned back in the grass with hands behind his head.
"You can," muttered a motionless Nyaasu with slight irritation; though, eyes were still contently closed. "After being chased by all those angry carvannha over the waterfall and straight out to sea, I don't want anything happening for a whole nya-ther week! Nya!" He yawned in a sort of meow and rolled over into a more comfortable position.
Musashi rolled her eyes. "Oh, quit whining. Both of you! We have a job to do, what do you think Team Rocket agents are paid to do?"
"Well, we're not paid anything," Kojiro pointed out. "We don't even get upgraded equipment from them anymore. We could at least take off our boots and socks."
"We need them if we have to spring into action," said Musashi. "It's … dignity!"
"What dignity?" muttered Nyaasu.
Musashi let out an impulsive kick against Nyaasu's head.
"Nya!" Rubbing his skull and glaring in an apparently oblivious Musashi's direction, he seemed to be considering whether it would be worth it to clobber her back, but when he continued to rub the back of his head and settle back into the grass with an unintelligible grumble, Kojiro decided it safe to continue.
"They aren't going to do anything," said Kojiro motioning to the children still quite enjoying the cool river and lemonade. "It's too hot. Maybe they have the right idea. Maybe we should call it a day and go into town to get some lemonade too."
"In case you forgot, we don't have any money," said Musashi in a low growl. "We used it up buying those snacks."
"You wanted them too."
"I didn't say I didn't!" Musashi snapped, anger building fiercely now. In this heat any temper could rise with tremendous speed, and hers blazed up even at -30°F. "But if we don't have any money, we can't get anything!"
"Then how 'bout we steal those kids' lemonade," whined Kojiro.
The argument might have went on longer, but just before Musashi was about to start some violence, there was a strange sound coming from the brush down the other side of the hill. A moan and a stumble — quite a small stumble but quite a thick moan.
Sitting upright and alert, Nyaasu was the first aroused to investigate, but the others were more than curious as well, and with Nyaasu slipping quickly and quietly ahead, Musashi and Kojiro followed from behind half tripping over each other to be second in line. Eventually, they gave in to squatting side by side. Then they waited with great anticipation for Nyaasu to part the greenery for a view.
"Look!" whispered Kojiro as he leaned closer over Nyaasu's head. "A pokémon."
"Yeah, but what is it?" demanded Musashi.
"I don't know, but she's wounded," said Nyaasu.
He leaned his head out further, but it was hard to tell whether it was because he wanted to lean closer to the new prize or to get further away from his cohorts breathing anxiously over his head. Either way, he hopped out through the bush and slunk for further investigation with a musing paw under his chin and a thoughtfully pouting lip.
Kojiro turned to Musashi, and he had no doubt he mirrored her confused expression until she figured that too, and with a deep frown she grabbed him by the arm and pulled him through Nyaasu's opening.
"Come on," she grumbled.
Circling around the creature more like a group of confused school children than the vultures they envisioned themselves, the trio stared down at the pure white fur, the greenish gloves, the purple tufted ears, and the matching purple striped tail with the golden ring, and all wondered the exact same thing.
What unusual pokémon is this, and how much was it worth?
At least Kojiro assumed his partners felt the same until Nyaasu with a heavy sigh decided to say, "She's beautiful, nya …"
He should not have been surprised, but he looked up from the wounded heap to Nyaasu rather wide-eyed and with nothing to say.
"Oh, no you don't!" snapped Musashi quite the opposite in her reaction to the previous opinion.
"Nya! What? 'Beautiful' as in ripe for the taking!" snapped Nyaasu. "So what if she's a cat! What do you think I am?"
"What about Skitty?" Musashi growled.
Nyaasu growled in return. "There was nothing special about Skitty, nya! Team Rocket wouldn't have profited from her anyway! She was just alone and scared and …"
"She didn't look that upset too me!" snapped Musashi.
"That's cuz she was just confused, the poor thing, nya!" snapped Nyaasu.
"Hmm," said Musashi, crossing her arms. "You're growing soft, Nyaasu! Are you a member of Team Rocket or are you a pussy cat?"
At this bit of rudeness, Nyaasu could no longer contain himself, and in an explosion of rage and a fierce cry, he let out a wild slash straight across Musashi's face.
By this time, Kojiro could only sigh. A fight would be inevitable now, and there was no use stopping them. He closed his eyes and lowered his head down to the wounded creature again. He almost felt sorry for her himself so blackened with burn marks and bruised and cut with horn marks as she was.
This was the work of a houndoom pack. He should know. Team Rocket almost got killed by them a few days back after trying to catch just one of them while it was sleeping. There was an awful lot of them suddenly, and all of them with a flaming bark far worse than their bite. This creature was lucky to be alive, but, Kojiro told himself with a careless shrug, business was business after all, and speaking of business, someone had to keep an eye on her in case she tried to escape until they figured what to do with her. With Musashi and Nyaasu distracted at the moment, he supposed that someone ought to be him.
They had no devices with which to capture her as they had left everything save spy equipment back in the balloon, but he did have a spare pokéball. With the weakened state of the pokémon she could be captured quite easily. Besides, maybe they could just keep her as their own. He was sure Nyaasu wouldn't mind; though, Musashi might be hard to convince … He glanced uneasily in her direction as she tried to pry Nyaasu away from her head.
Whatever. They would work that out later.
He grabbed the ball.
However, just as he was about to make the capture, the pokémon began to stir and to moan, and her eyes opened, narrowing directly upon him. She did not look at all pleased to see him either.
With a cry Kojiro leapt back and dropped the ball on the ground.
"She's waking up!" he gasped.
Both Musashi and Nyaasu stopped their fighting instantly; though, Musashi still held Nyaasu's head firmly on the ground where she had landed it after successfully freeing her own head from Nyaasu's claws.
"What? Are you afraid of a little kitty cat?" demanded Musashi.
With eyes flaring, Nyaasu forced out of Musashi's grip and clawed her again.
"I'll show you what little kitties can do, nya, nya!"
And he landed beside Kojiro, snatching the ball from the ground.
"Hey, that's mine!" snapped Kojiro.
"Sorry, but no pity this time," Nyaasu replied simply, and throwing the ball he let out another loud, "Nyah!" of triumph, but too soon. The ball even hit the creature, but instead of catching her it bounced off as easily as if it had bounced off a shrub.
"Mmph!" growled the creature.
Nyaasu's mouth dropped in disbelief. "Nya! Why didn't it work!?" he demanded.
"Maybe because you're a pokémon," suggest Musashi.
"That shouldn't matter!" Nyaasu protested. "I've thrown balls before. If you can release them you can catch them, nya."
"He's right, Musashi," said Kojiro, but Musashi would not listen and had to try for herself.
With a ball of her own, she tried to catch the pokémon, but though it landed beside the wounded creature nothing happened and there she remained.
"What?" cried Musashi.
"Nya!" gasped Nyaasu in awe. "This pokémon must be really something special if the pokéballs don't even affect her."
Kojiro crossed his arms thoughtfully. "Do you think we need a great ball or an ultra ball?" he wondered out loud.
"Whatever," said Nyaasu. "We can still catch her with this! Nya!" And somehow he pulled a net out from behind him.
"Where did you get that?" demanded Kojiro.
Nyaasu paid no attention, but instead made to catch the new pokémon in his net.
The pokémon growled dangerously. "Stay back!" she hissed.
All three gasped.
"She talks! Nya!" cried Nyaasu.
"So do you," Musashi pointed out.
"That's not the point!" snapped Nyaasu just before Musashi snatched the net away. "Hey!"
With a fine swoop, the net landed over the top of the poor creature even as she tried to get away, but she was still too wounded to fight back, and the net was stronger than it looked.
With a grin, Musashi scooped up their prize and with the press of a button on the handle of the net, the opening closed over the top so there would be no chance of escape. This was a Pikachu net. The creature couldn't get out of it, especially not in the state she was in.
"Sorry, little kitty," Musashi said leaning in towards the creature with mock sweetness, "but you're coming with us whether you like it or not."
"Yeah!" agreed the others.
With a hiss the creature attempted to swipe at Musashi but just barely missed.
"Now, c'mon! Let's get back to the balloon before any nosy kids show up, nya!" cried Nyaasu.
