The Boy from Viridian
Nathan ran through the trees. He leaped off of a branch and landed on another tree-branch far below. He caught onto the branch and swung until he was standing on his hands. He held the position for a second, then let go and caught onto the branch his feet.
"Bulbasaur!" called Nathan's Bulbasaur. It dropped down to the branch where Nathan was. Then it swung away on its vines, chasing after Treecko, who had also ran through this part of the forest.
Nathan was born in Viridian Forest. He lived off of the berries there. His first Pokemon was a Bulbasaur, and then he got a Treecko. His parents had been living in the Forest for a while. When he was nine, they went on vacation to see the ghost Pokemon. They hadn't come back. The ghosts had welcomed them, and now they were ghost as well. They visited Nathan occasionally and he visited them.
Nathan went into town if he needed to buy something. He challenged trainers to battles for money so he could pay for supplies. He made sure he had enough money to pay if he lost, though. He once paid a trainer to fly him on his Pidgeotto to Celadon City so he could buy something from the department store. He had very little real clothing; most of it was made of leaves, softened wood, bark, and other plant products such as sap. That's why his clothes smelled sweet. He blended right in with the forest, and was perfectly at home there. He could swing from the trees like any Mankey and had befriended one abroad. He had brought it back to live with him in Viridian Forest. Notice I say befriended. He did not capture any Pokemon. He got them by making friends and they joined him. If you are familiar with the cartoon, this happened between Ash and a Haunter.
Nathan never used Pokeballs, or a Pokedex. He didn't use anything high-tech. His Pokemon traveled with him everywhere he went. He had only a few, the Mankey, Treecko, Bulbasaur, and he had also befriended a Pikachu. The Pikachu did not travel with him; it stayed in the forest. But if they passed each other they would greet each other. Nathan usually didn't use his Pokemon to fight, only when it was necessary. He had once beaten a Gym Leader, Misty, in Cerulean City. That was because he needed more money, and that was the quickest way. He could make his own clothes of leaves and wood, so sometimes he sold them to travelers as souvenirs of their visit to Viridian Forest. He wasn't exactly rich, and had he needed to depend on his money for food and everything else, he wouldn't have been able to.
But he lived off of the forest, and that was enough for him. He was swinging through the trees when he saw a traveler walking on the path.
The traveler looked up and saw Nathan in the tree. He gasped. Nathan looked behind and around him. There was nothing there.
"What's wrong?" he asked the traveler. He was carrying a black case and a belt with Pokeballs clipped on to it.
The traveler replied, "How did you get stuck in the tree? Can I help?"
"Stuck?" Nathan replied, laughing. He jumped down from the tree. The boy's eyes opened wide and he stared. Nathan landed crouching; then stood up.
"I live in the forest! I'm used to trees! I can climb probably better than anyone," said Nathan.
"Oh," said the boy. "I'm Yokiro Hydawashi." I invented that name on the spot. Probably isn't a real Japanese name. The boy held out his hand. Nathan shook it.
"I'm Nathan," said Nathan. "I don't have a last name. I was born and raised in the forest." The boy looked confused.
"By the Pokemon?" he asked. Nathan laughed.
"No. By my parents. They aren't here anymore. They went to live- -although you can't really call it living--with the ghost Pokemon," said Nathan. By now you might be getting the impression that he was a wild and uncivilized person. Not so. He ate with wooden chopsticks or fork and knife. He has regular clothes, which he wears when he goes into town. Sometimes, he went to other cities and towns besides Viridian and Pewter, like when he beat Misty at Cerulean.
His parents were just adventurous people who didn't like the city life. They moved to Viridian to battle trainers who passed and capture more Pokemon. They liked living in the trees and running on the branches. They eventually became very athletic, and Nathan inherited that. They taught him to speak, and he had acquired a very large vocabulary. He did not have any kind of strange accent. He had been taught much about the outside world, and if he bought a few Potions and Pokeballs, he could fit in perfectly.
"Is that a laptop computer you've got there?" asked Nathan. Yokiro, who looked about ten or eleven (Nathan was 12) years old, nodded and pulled the sleek, black computer out of the case. He opened it and typed a few keys. The computer booted up and he typed some more keys. He turned to Nathan.
"Can you read?" he asked. Nathan nodded. Yokiro turned the computer around to face it at Nathan. Onscreen was information on Viridian Forest. Nathan read it. He nodded slightly and stood back to show he was done. Yokiro suddenly looked serious.
"Have you heard of Team Rocket?" he asked Nathan. Nathan nodded.
"They're Pokemon thieves. They are trying to capture a certain Pikachu in particular. It belongs to a boy named Ash. His traveling companions are Brock and Misty. Team Rocket members Jesse and James are constantly developing plots with their talking Pokemon Meowth. They are also constantly running into Ash and his friends, who are again constantly foiling their plans. Any questions?" Nathan asked.
"Not really," said Yokiro, taken aback by Nathan's knowledge of Team Rocket. "How did you know all of that?" he asked. Nathan grinned.
"When I saw Ash and Company passing through the forest, I heard them talking. I decided to track down this 'Team Rocket' and fight them, although usually I don't battle with my Pokemon. I dressed in normal clothes and followed them, knowing that Team Rocket would probably try to find them to steal their Pikachu. I learned much about Ash and Co. while following them. I'd make a good spy," he added.
"After two weeks," continued Nathan, "I got lucky. Team Rocket made their appearance. I watched from a distance as one of Meowth's ingenious but fatally flawed machines tried to capture Pikachu. When they were defeated, I told a Pidgey to follow them for a week and meet me at a certain spot in exchange for a week's supply of Pokemon food from Brock. Yes, I can speak Pokemon language. I followed Ash and Co. for a while longer, learning many of their secrets, for two reasons. One was that I could use the secrets about Team Rocket to my advantage. The second reason is that I'm nosy. Although I'd prefer the word curious.
"After a week, I confronted Brock and said that I had heard about his cooking ability. I asked him if he would give me some Pokemon food for one of my Pokemon, and we worked out a price. Then I went to the rendezvous spot where I was to meet Pidgey. I asked him where Team Rocket was and soon caught up to them. I gave the Pokemon food to Pidgey like I had promised and challenged Jesse and James to a battle. One against three. They had no chance.
"Wait!" interrupted Yokiro. "Which Pokemon did they use? And what three did you use?" he inquired. Nathan shook his head and smiled.
"They used Arbok, Weezing, and Meowth. I used Bulbasaur." Yokiro looked bewildered.
"Continue," he requested. Nathan was happy to comply.
"One of Bulbasaur's best attacks is Razor Leaf. He dodged a Poison Sting from Arbok and used Razor Leaf on him. Weezing was off guard, so although the Razor Leaf missed Arbok as intended, it hit Weezing. Weezing got mad and used Smoke Screen. Meowth screamed at him, but Jesse and James were pleased. They started running away, but I told Bulbasaur to use Vine Whip to pull them back. Then Meowth started to run away. One Razor Leaf from Bulbasaur and he was out. Or so it seemed," added Nathan.
"He was faking. I had thought so, but ignored it. Arbok used Poison Sting, but because of the Smoke Screen, he missed and hit Jesse. It was becoming a battle not only between Pokemon, but also between trainers. Jesse got very mad and threw a rock at Arbok. He looked kind of confused, but then Bulbasaur hit him with a Razor Leaf. He was on the verge of fainting, but managed to compose himself a bit and turn to face Bulbasaur. So I shouted at Bulbasaur to finish Arbok off with a Solar Beam. HE did, and Arbok fainted. By now, the Smoke Screen had cleared. Bulbasaur suddenly fell to the ground.
"Meowth was standing behind him, grinning. I gritted my teeth and stared at him, but I knew if I went any closer, I'd be Scratched. So I just stared at him. Then, I turned and ran. Meowth gave chase. I climbed quickly onto the roof of a building and ran. Meowth was running after me. I jumped off of the roof, but at the last second, I caught onto the edge of the building. Meowth ran right past me off the edge. He shouted something, and I climbed back onto the roof.
"Meanwhile, Bulbasaur had recovered and was fighting Weezing. He was delivering devastating blows from his vines. He kept on hitting, searching for weak spots. He kept on hitting in the same spot at first, and then thwacked Weezing in every place imaginable. Weezing was about to faint. Then I remembered about Meowth. I turned around just in time for a Scratch in the face. I grabbed the little creature and threw him off of the roof again. I shouted for Bulbasaur to come up to the rooftop. It wasn't very high. He ran over and shot up his vines. I grabbed them and pulled him up.
"Meowth was climbing up again. I lay down on the roof and moved to the edge of the roof where Meowth was coming from so he couldn't see me. I signaled to Bulbasaur to do the same. I told him to use Razor Leaf when Meowth came up. Meowth climbed up and looked around.
'Hey? Whah is evoweone?' said Meowth.
"I shouted 'Now!' to Bulbasaur and Meowth looked down. Too late. Bulbasaur used Razor Leaf and Meowth went flying off of the roof again. This time, I clambered down after him. I looked at him, and he was definitely knocked out. I was sorely tempted to buy a Pokeball, stick him in it, and bury it or drop it into the deepest part of the ocean. But I didn't. I just picked him up and dragged him back to the other side of the building, where I saw James clambering after Jesse into their Meowth-shaped balloon. They started it up. Their Pokemon were back in the Pokeballs.
"I shouted up to them that they were forgetting something. I held up Meowth. Suddenly, a blue Pokemon came out of a Pokeball and shouted, 'Woooooo-buffet!' Jesse bopped it on the head and returned it to its Pokeball. Then she looked down at Meowth. She shrugged and turned around. I looked down at Meowth, who was beginning to stir. I dropped him on the ground and shrugged like Jesse. Then, I commanded Bulbasaur to Razor Leaf the balloon. He cut a huge hole out of the side and the balloon went straight down. Team Rocket went flying upward when it landed and shouted something about blasting off again," Nathan finished. He took a deep breath and let it out again.
"Whoa," said Yokiro. He had nothing else to say. He paused. After a few minutes, he started to talk.
"That's really interesting and all, but Team Rocket. . .well, their leader, Giovanni, wants to cut down Viridian Forest to make his new base. He's doing all he can to get government permission. Obviously, he'll do it anyway, but. . ." Yokiro's voice trailed off. Nathan was shocked.
"How do you know about this?" he asked. "I mean, he didn't tell you!"
"No, he didn't tell me," said Yokiro. "I hacked into his computer via the Internet. I'm pretty good with computers."
"Good!" said Nathan. "You can teach me how to use one! I mean, I know some stuff, but not much. But seriously, what'll we do about the Forest?" asked Nathan. Yokiro shrugged.
"I suppose we'll have to wait until I can get more information," he said. "I can try to break into his current base and attack, but that won't do any good. I need police help. And of course, if I ask them for help, I'll have to tell them how I got the information. Hacking's illegal, you know." Nathan was outraged.
"But he's a bad person! Who cares if you hack into a criminal's computer? He deserved it! I mean--" Nathan couldn't think of how to express his feelings.
"I know," sighed Yokiro, "but everyone has their rights. The police aren't going to listen to reason. The law is the law, and that's that. No way to change it. I suppose I could round up a few friends and we could raid the place. That would be fun. Not that this is about fun. . ." Suddenly, Nathan had an idea.
"Hold on!" he shouted excitedly. "The Pokemon! From the Forest! They'd be willing to save the Forest! I can round up a whole army of Caterpies, Metapods, Butterfries, Weedles, maybe even some Pikachu! Which reminds me. . .Pikachu! We could use a Pikachu from the Forest as bait! Giovanni comes out to look, a bunch of Pokemon ambush and knock him out, and while that's all happening, other Pokemon are breaking into the other end of the building! Do you think it'll work?" he asked. Yokiro burst out laughing.
"He might [gasping for breath] notice the Pikachu isn't the one he's searching for. I don't know how we'd break in in the first place. And what would we do once we got in anyway? I don't know. . ." he trailed off. He looked back down at the computer and started typing. A half-hour later, he said, "That's that! I disabled his security systems and installed a virus that in eight days will e-mail every bit of data on his hard drive to a so-far nonexistent e-mail address before deleting all information and shutting down the computer." Nathan's head was spinning. "What?" he asked. "A so-far nonexistent e-mail address? What are you talking about?" Yokiro chuckled. "Let's put it this way: I don't want him tracking my e- mail address, so I'm creating a new one under a false name and age. The virus will end the information to this address and then delete it from Giovanni's computer. I will download the e-mail onto my computer and then terminate--that is, delete--the e-mail address." "I know what terminate means!" snapped Nathan. Yokiro shrugged. "By the way, I have three computers. Two desktops, and one laptop. My desktops are at home. Not that I'm ever there, training my Pokemon, trying to become a better trainer, out to see the world, yada-yada-yada. . .but I use them for memory. I bought a whole bunch of extra memory and hooked it up to them, so I can have a lot of stored information. See, a laptop doesn't have as much memory as a desktop computer, so I can just download the stuff on the laptop. Get it?" Nathan nodded. "Now, if I could get some web cams or something and hide them there hooked up to his computer, now *that* would be cool. His computer would send them to mine, voila, I know *everything* that goes on in there. . ." "If only we had a Ditto or something," Nathan mused. "It could change into Giovanni and install them. No one would think anything of it, because it was their boss. Hey, why not! Let's go catch a Ditto!" Yokiro looked skeptic. "I don't know. . .where would we find one, anyway? And I don't have many Pokemon. Just two. Electrode and Pikachu. I'm rather fond of electric- types. I waste less money on batteries. And considering how much time I spend using my computer, that's quite a lot of money saved. . ." Suddenly, a timid little Pikachu peeked out from behind Yokiro's legs. Nathan laughed. "Hello, little guy! Don't be afraid," said Nathan. Pikachu smiled and stepped out from behind Yokiro. Yokiro looked amazed. "This is Battery. He doesn't take a liking to many trainers. In fact, usually he's inside my backpack using my computer--" Nathan burst out laughing. He couldn't help it. "The Pikachu can use a computer?" he gasped. He collapsed to the ground, chuckling his head off. Battery looked bemused. "Yes, 'the Pikachu' can use a computer," said Yokiro crossly, "Better than you can, at any rate. Like I was saying, he's usually either in my backpack using the computer, or sitting behind me looking grumpy and wishing he *was* in my backpack using my computer. He's kind of shy, so that's why I was kind of bewildered that he came out from behind my legs. He's actually pretty powerful, if you give him the chance." Suddenly, out of a Pokeball on Yokiro's waist came an Electrode. It looked around, then promptly exploded, throwing Nathan backwards into a tree 50 feet away. He slowly stood up, groaning. He rubbed his head and sank back, leaning on the tree. He looked forward to see Yokiro standing in the exact spot he had been standing in before the explosion. He was completely blackened. His eyes were closed. He opened them and shook his head. "This happens all the time," he called to Nathan. "He loves exploding. Unfortunately, he's discovered the secret to Self-destructing and then coming back a few seconds later. I know it sounds impossible, but. . .NO! STOP IT, MEMORY CARD!" He fumbled for his Pokeball, muttering to himself. He quickly returned the Electrode and held the Pokeball closed tightly. Satisfied, he put the Pokeball back on his waist. Nathan walked back to the path where Yokiro was standing. "Memory Card?" said Nathan, raising his eyebrows. He could never figure out how to raise one at a time. Yokiro shrugged. "You got a problem with that?" he asked, making a point of raising one eyebrow, which greatly infuriated Nathan. "You really are obsessed," he muttered. "So?" said Yokiro, raising the other eyebrow. "You got a problem with that?" he repeated. "No. . ." muttered Nathan. (See, that's the difference between real life and Pokemon FanFics by Jolly Jeff (me): In real life, someone would've said "yes" to "you got a problem with that". Just so you know. . .) "So what about the Ditto?" asked Nathan. "What about it?" said Yokiro, raising a third eyebrow (I mean, the first one). "Do you know where to get one? And do you have the time? I have to meet Brock at his Gym in ten minutes. Battle! He won last time. All because Memory Card insisted on--" There was a muffled explosion from inside Memory Card's Pokeball. "--doing that," said Yokiro. "Plus, I don't know much about Pokemon. Computers are what I live for." Ah, Yokiro sometimes reminds me of. . .well. . .me! "You can catch yourself a Ditto. Meet me tomorrow at--let's say--four. If you don't have your Ditto, it's back to the distracting and breaking in plan. What do you say?" Nathan shrugged. "Fine with me. Where should we meet?" "I'll say. . .uh. . .how about Viridian City Pokemon Center?" suggested Yokiro. "Sounds good!" confirmed Nathan. He turned around and climbed up a tree. He ran through the branches, screaming like a wild man. He leaped off of a tree far away from Yokiro, and seemed to hover in the air for a second. Then, he dropped straight down and caught onto a branch. He swung around it a few times, then let go and landed on another tree and climbed up the trunk. Yokiro watched for a while longer, then shook his head and walked away. "Tomorrow, we'll break into Giovanni's place," he muttered to Battery. "For now, let's go cream Brock!" And he did cream Brock. But that's another story. Maybe I'll put it in next chapter. . .you'll just have to wait and see!
Disclaimer: I know these are supposed to go in the beginning of the story. I don't care that these are supposed to go in the beginning of the story. I am ignoring the fact that these are supposed to go in the beginning of the story. Never mind. Anyway, you probably know this already, but just in case you don't, I don't own Brock, Team Rocket, Meowth, Giovanni, or Viridian Forest. I do own Nathan, Yokiro, and the plot of the story. If there's anything I forgot, too bad. Use your common sense. Anyway, you can use my characters in your stories, as long as you make a big, wide, Author's Note or something telling the world that they are MY characters, not yours, and provide a link or something that tells where to find this story. By the way, I hopefully don't have to put one of these Disclaimer thingies in all of the chapters. Only if I invent some new character will I use one to tell everyone that it's MINE! Oh dear, this note is way too long. . .
Nathan ran through the trees. He leaped off of a branch and landed on another tree-branch far below. He caught onto the branch and swung until he was standing on his hands. He held the position for a second, then let go and caught onto the branch his feet.
"Bulbasaur!" called Nathan's Bulbasaur. It dropped down to the branch where Nathan was. Then it swung away on its vines, chasing after Treecko, who had also ran through this part of the forest.
Nathan was born in Viridian Forest. He lived off of the berries there. His first Pokemon was a Bulbasaur, and then he got a Treecko. His parents had been living in the Forest for a while. When he was nine, they went on vacation to see the ghost Pokemon. They hadn't come back. The ghosts had welcomed them, and now they were ghost as well. They visited Nathan occasionally and he visited them.
Nathan went into town if he needed to buy something. He challenged trainers to battles for money so he could pay for supplies. He made sure he had enough money to pay if he lost, though. He once paid a trainer to fly him on his Pidgeotto to Celadon City so he could buy something from the department store. He had very little real clothing; most of it was made of leaves, softened wood, bark, and other plant products such as sap. That's why his clothes smelled sweet. He blended right in with the forest, and was perfectly at home there. He could swing from the trees like any Mankey and had befriended one abroad. He had brought it back to live with him in Viridian Forest. Notice I say befriended. He did not capture any Pokemon. He got them by making friends and they joined him. If you are familiar with the cartoon, this happened between Ash and a Haunter.
Nathan never used Pokeballs, or a Pokedex. He didn't use anything high-tech. His Pokemon traveled with him everywhere he went. He had only a few, the Mankey, Treecko, Bulbasaur, and he had also befriended a Pikachu. The Pikachu did not travel with him; it stayed in the forest. But if they passed each other they would greet each other. Nathan usually didn't use his Pokemon to fight, only when it was necessary. He had once beaten a Gym Leader, Misty, in Cerulean City. That was because he needed more money, and that was the quickest way. He could make his own clothes of leaves and wood, so sometimes he sold them to travelers as souvenirs of their visit to Viridian Forest. He wasn't exactly rich, and had he needed to depend on his money for food and everything else, he wouldn't have been able to.
But he lived off of the forest, and that was enough for him. He was swinging through the trees when he saw a traveler walking on the path.
The traveler looked up and saw Nathan in the tree. He gasped. Nathan looked behind and around him. There was nothing there.
"What's wrong?" he asked the traveler. He was carrying a black case and a belt with Pokeballs clipped on to it.
The traveler replied, "How did you get stuck in the tree? Can I help?"
"Stuck?" Nathan replied, laughing. He jumped down from the tree. The boy's eyes opened wide and he stared. Nathan landed crouching; then stood up.
"I live in the forest! I'm used to trees! I can climb probably better than anyone," said Nathan.
"Oh," said the boy. "I'm Yokiro Hydawashi." I invented that name on the spot. Probably isn't a real Japanese name. The boy held out his hand. Nathan shook it.
"I'm Nathan," said Nathan. "I don't have a last name. I was born and raised in the forest." The boy looked confused.
"By the Pokemon?" he asked. Nathan laughed.
"No. By my parents. They aren't here anymore. They went to live- -although you can't really call it living--with the ghost Pokemon," said Nathan. By now you might be getting the impression that he was a wild and uncivilized person. Not so. He ate with wooden chopsticks or fork and knife. He has regular clothes, which he wears when he goes into town. Sometimes, he went to other cities and towns besides Viridian and Pewter, like when he beat Misty at Cerulean.
His parents were just adventurous people who didn't like the city life. They moved to Viridian to battle trainers who passed and capture more Pokemon. They liked living in the trees and running on the branches. They eventually became very athletic, and Nathan inherited that. They taught him to speak, and he had acquired a very large vocabulary. He did not have any kind of strange accent. He had been taught much about the outside world, and if he bought a few Potions and Pokeballs, he could fit in perfectly.
"Is that a laptop computer you've got there?" asked Nathan. Yokiro, who looked about ten or eleven (Nathan was 12) years old, nodded and pulled the sleek, black computer out of the case. He opened it and typed a few keys. The computer booted up and he typed some more keys. He turned to Nathan.
"Can you read?" he asked. Nathan nodded. Yokiro turned the computer around to face it at Nathan. Onscreen was information on Viridian Forest. Nathan read it. He nodded slightly and stood back to show he was done. Yokiro suddenly looked serious.
"Have you heard of Team Rocket?" he asked Nathan. Nathan nodded.
"They're Pokemon thieves. They are trying to capture a certain Pikachu in particular. It belongs to a boy named Ash. His traveling companions are Brock and Misty. Team Rocket members Jesse and James are constantly developing plots with their talking Pokemon Meowth. They are also constantly running into Ash and his friends, who are again constantly foiling their plans. Any questions?" Nathan asked.
"Not really," said Yokiro, taken aback by Nathan's knowledge of Team Rocket. "How did you know all of that?" he asked. Nathan grinned.
"When I saw Ash and Company passing through the forest, I heard them talking. I decided to track down this 'Team Rocket' and fight them, although usually I don't battle with my Pokemon. I dressed in normal clothes and followed them, knowing that Team Rocket would probably try to find them to steal their Pikachu. I learned much about Ash and Co. while following them. I'd make a good spy," he added.
"After two weeks," continued Nathan, "I got lucky. Team Rocket made their appearance. I watched from a distance as one of Meowth's ingenious but fatally flawed machines tried to capture Pikachu. When they were defeated, I told a Pidgey to follow them for a week and meet me at a certain spot in exchange for a week's supply of Pokemon food from Brock. Yes, I can speak Pokemon language. I followed Ash and Co. for a while longer, learning many of their secrets, for two reasons. One was that I could use the secrets about Team Rocket to my advantage. The second reason is that I'm nosy. Although I'd prefer the word curious.
"After a week, I confronted Brock and said that I had heard about his cooking ability. I asked him if he would give me some Pokemon food for one of my Pokemon, and we worked out a price. Then I went to the rendezvous spot where I was to meet Pidgey. I asked him where Team Rocket was and soon caught up to them. I gave the Pokemon food to Pidgey like I had promised and challenged Jesse and James to a battle. One against three. They had no chance.
"Wait!" interrupted Yokiro. "Which Pokemon did they use? And what three did you use?" he inquired. Nathan shook his head and smiled.
"They used Arbok, Weezing, and Meowth. I used Bulbasaur." Yokiro looked bewildered.
"Continue," he requested. Nathan was happy to comply.
"One of Bulbasaur's best attacks is Razor Leaf. He dodged a Poison Sting from Arbok and used Razor Leaf on him. Weezing was off guard, so although the Razor Leaf missed Arbok as intended, it hit Weezing. Weezing got mad and used Smoke Screen. Meowth screamed at him, but Jesse and James were pleased. They started running away, but I told Bulbasaur to use Vine Whip to pull them back. Then Meowth started to run away. One Razor Leaf from Bulbasaur and he was out. Or so it seemed," added Nathan.
"He was faking. I had thought so, but ignored it. Arbok used Poison Sting, but because of the Smoke Screen, he missed and hit Jesse. It was becoming a battle not only between Pokemon, but also between trainers. Jesse got very mad and threw a rock at Arbok. He looked kind of confused, but then Bulbasaur hit him with a Razor Leaf. He was on the verge of fainting, but managed to compose himself a bit and turn to face Bulbasaur. So I shouted at Bulbasaur to finish Arbok off with a Solar Beam. HE did, and Arbok fainted. By now, the Smoke Screen had cleared. Bulbasaur suddenly fell to the ground.
"Meowth was standing behind him, grinning. I gritted my teeth and stared at him, but I knew if I went any closer, I'd be Scratched. So I just stared at him. Then, I turned and ran. Meowth gave chase. I climbed quickly onto the roof of a building and ran. Meowth was running after me. I jumped off of the roof, but at the last second, I caught onto the edge of the building. Meowth ran right past me off the edge. He shouted something, and I climbed back onto the roof.
"Meanwhile, Bulbasaur had recovered and was fighting Weezing. He was delivering devastating blows from his vines. He kept on hitting, searching for weak spots. He kept on hitting in the same spot at first, and then thwacked Weezing in every place imaginable. Weezing was about to faint. Then I remembered about Meowth. I turned around just in time for a Scratch in the face. I grabbed the little creature and threw him off of the roof again. I shouted for Bulbasaur to come up to the rooftop. It wasn't very high. He ran over and shot up his vines. I grabbed them and pulled him up.
"Meowth was climbing up again. I lay down on the roof and moved to the edge of the roof where Meowth was coming from so he couldn't see me. I signaled to Bulbasaur to do the same. I told him to use Razor Leaf when Meowth came up. Meowth climbed up and looked around.
'Hey? Whah is evoweone?' said Meowth.
"I shouted 'Now!' to Bulbasaur and Meowth looked down. Too late. Bulbasaur used Razor Leaf and Meowth went flying off of the roof again. This time, I clambered down after him. I looked at him, and he was definitely knocked out. I was sorely tempted to buy a Pokeball, stick him in it, and bury it or drop it into the deepest part of the ocean. But I didn't. I just picked him up and dragged him back to the other side of the building, where I saw James clambering after Jesse into their Meowth-shaped balloon. They started it up. Their Pokemon were back in the Pokeballs.
"I shouted up to them that they were forgetting something. I held up Meowth. Suddenly, a blue Pokemon came out of a Pokeball and shouted, 'Woooooo-buffet!' Jesse bopped it on the head and returned it to its Pokeball. Then she looked down at Meowth. She shrugged and turned around. I looked down at Meowth, who was beginning to stir. I dropped him on the ground and shrugged like Jesse. Then, I commanded Bulbasaur to Razor Leaf the balloon. He cut a huge hole out of the side and the balloon went straight down. Team Rocket went flying upward when it landed and shouted something about blasting off again," Nathan finished. He took a deep breath and let it out again.
"Whoa," said Yokiro. He had nothing else to say. He paused. After a few minutes, he started to talk.
"That's really interesting and all, but Team Rocket. . .well, their leader, Giovanni, wants to cut down Viridian Forest to make his new base. He's doing all he can to get government permission. Obviously, he'll do it anyway, but. . ." Yokiro's voice trailed off. Nathan was shocked.
"How do you know about this?" he asked. "I mean, he didn't tell you!"
"No, he didn't tell me," said Yokiro. "I hacked into his computer via the Internet. I'm pretty good with computers."
"Good!" said Nathan. "You can teach me how to use one! I mean, I know some stuff, but not much. But seriously, what'll we do about the Forest?" asked Nathan. Yokiro shrugged.
"I suppose we'll have to wait until I can get more information," he said. "I can try to break into his current base and attack, but that won't do any good. I need police help. And of course, if I ask them for help, I'll have to tell them how I got the information. Hacking's illegal, you know." Nathan was outraged.
"But he's a bad person! Who cares if you hack into a criminal's computer? He deserved it! I mean--" Nathan couldn't think of how to express his feelings.
"I know," sighed Yokiro, "but everyone has their rights. The police aren't going to listen to reason. The law is the law, and that's that. No way to change it. I suppose I could round up a few friends and we could raid the place. That would be fun. Not that this is about fun. . ." Suddenly, Nathan had an idea.
"Hold on!" he shouted excitedly. "The Pokemon! From the Forest! They'd be willing to save the Forest! I can round up a whole army of Caterpies, Metapods, Butterfries, Weedles, maybe even some Pikachu! Which reminds me. . .Pikachu! We could use a Pikachu from the Forest as bait! Giovanni comes out to look, a bunch of Pokemon ambush and knock him out, and while that's all happening, other Pokemon are breaking into the other end of the building! Do you think it'll work?" he asked. Yokiro burst out laughing.
"He might [gasping for breath] notice the Pikachu isn't the one he's searching for. I don't know how we'd break in in the first place. And what would we do once we got in anyway? I don't know. . ." he trailed off. He looked back down at the computer and started typing. A half-hour later, he said, "That's that! I disabled his security systems and installed a virus that in eight days will e-mail every bit of data on his hard drive to a so-far nonexistent e-mail address before deleting all information and shutting down the computer." Nathan's head was spinning. "What?" he asked. "A so-far nonexistent e-mail address? What are you talking about?" Yokiro chuckled. "Let's put it this way: I don't want him tracking my e- mail address, so I'm creating a new one under a false name and age. The virus will end the information to this address and then delete it from Giovanni's computer. I will download the e-mail onto my computer and then terminate--that is, delete--the e-mail address." "I know what terminate means!" snapped Nathan. Yokiro shrugged. "By the way, I have three computers. Two desktops, and one laptop. My desktops are at home. Not that I'm ever there, training my Pokemon, trying to become a better trainer, out to see the world, yada-yada-yada. . .but I use them for memory. I bought a whole bunch of extra memory and hooked it up to them, so I can have a lot of stored information. See, a laptop doesn't have as much memory as a desktop computer, so I can just download the stuff on the laptop. Get it?" Nathan nodded. "Now, if I could get some web cams or something and hide them there hooked up to his computer, now *that* would be cool. His computer would send them to mine, voila, I know *everything* that goes on in there. . ." "If only we had a Ditto or something," Nathan mused. "It could change into Giovanni and install them. No one would think anything of it, because it was their boss. Hey, why not! Let's go catch a Ditto!" Yokiro looked skeptic. "I don't know. . .where would we find one, anyway? And I don't have many Pokemon. Just two. Electrode and Pikachu. I'm rather fond of electric- types. I waste less money on batteries. And considering how much time I spend using my computer, that's quite a lot of money saved. . ." Suddenly, a timid little Pikachu peeked out from behind Yokiro's legs. Nathan laughed. "Hello, little guy! Don't be afraid," said Nathan. Pikachu smiled and stepped out from behind Yokiro. Yokiro looked amazed. "This is Battery. He doesn't take a liking to many trainers. In fact, usually he's inside my backpack using my computer--" Nathan burst out laughing. He couldn't help it. "The Pikachu can use a computer?" he gasped. He collapsed to the ground, chuckling his head off. Battery looked bemused. "Yes, 'the Pikachu' can use a computer," said Yokiro crossly, "Better than you can, at any rate. Like I was saying, he's usually either in my backpack using the computer, or sitting behind me looking grumpy and wishing he *was* in my backpack using my computer. He's kind of shy, so that's why I was kind of bewildered that he came out from behind my legs. He's actually pretty powerful, if you give him the chance." Suddenly, out of a Pokeball on Yokiro's waist came an Electrode. It looked around, then promptly exploded, throwing Nathan backwards into a tree 50 feet away. He slowly stood up, groaning. He rubbed his head and sank back, leaning on the tree. He looked forward to see Yokiro standing in the exact spot he had been standing in before the explosion. He was completely blackened. His eyes were closed. He opened them and shook his head. "This happens all the time," he called to Nathan. "He loves exploding. Unfortunately, he's discovered the secret to Self-destructing and then coming back a few seconds later. I know it sounds impossible, but. . .NO! STOP IT, MEMORY CARD!" He fumbled for his Pokeball, muttering to himself. He quickly returned the Electrode and held the Pokeball closed tightly. Satisfied, he put the Pokeball back on his waist. Nathan walked back to the path where Yokiro was standing. "Memory Card?" said Nathan, raising his eyebrows. He could never figure out how to raise one at a time. Yokiro shrugged. "You got a problem with that?" he asked, making a point of raising one eyebrow, which greatly infuriated Nathan. "You really are obsessed," he muttered. "So?" said Yokiro, raising the other eyebrow. "You got a problem with that?" he repeated. "No. . ." muttered Nathan. (See, that's the difference between real life and Pokemon FanFics by Jolly Jeff (me): In real life, someone would've said "yes" to "you got a problem with that". Just so you know. . .) "So what about the Ditto?" asked Nathan. "What about it?" said Yokiro, raising a third eyebrow (I mean, the first one). "Do you know where to get one? And do you have the time? I have to meet Brock at his Gym in ten minutes. Battle! He won last time. All because Memory Card insisted on--" There was a muffled explosion from inside Memory Card's Pokeball. "--doing that," said Yokiro. "Plus, I don't know much about Pokemon. Computers are what I live for." Ah, Yokiro sometimes reminds me of. . .well. . .me! "You can catch yourself a Ditto. Meet me tomorrow at--let's say--four. If you don't have your Ditto, it's back to the distracting and breaking in plan. What do you say?" Nathan shrugged. "Fine with me. Where should we meet?" "I'll say. . .uh. . .how about Viridian City Pokemon Center?" suggested Yokiro. "Sounds good!" confirmed Nathan. He turned around and climbed up a tree. He ran through the branches, screaming like a wild man. He leaped off of a tree far away from Yokiro, and seemed to hover in the air for a second. Then, he dropped straight down and caught onto a branch. He swung around it a few times, then let go and landed on another tree and climbed up the trunk. Yokiro watched for a while longer, then shook his head and walked away. "Tomorrow, we'll break into Giovanni's place," he muttered to Battery. "For now, let's go cream Brock!" And he did cream Brock. But that's another story. Maybe I'll put it in next chapter. . .you'll just have to wait and see!
Disclaimer: I know these are supposed to go in the beginning of the story. I don't care that these are supposed to go in the beginning of the story. I am ignoring the fact that these are supposed to go in the beginning of the story. Never mind. Anyway, you probably know this already, but just in case you don't, I don't own Brock, Team Rocket, Meowth, Giovanni, or Viridian Forest. I do own Nathan, Yokiro, and the plot of the story. If there's anything I forgot, too bad. Use your common sense. Anyway, you can use my characters in your stories, as long as you make a big, wide, Author's Note or something telling the world that they are MY characters, not yours, and provide a link or something that tells where to find this story. By the way, I hopefully don't have to put one of these Disclaimer thingies in all of the chapters. Only if I invent some new character will I use one to tell everyone that it's MINE! Oh dear, this note is way too long. . .