PiPo: Hay you guize! I'm alive! :D
So, I bought the new Pokemon Black and White games (Yes. I have both. White belongs to my mom.) and I felt like writing a Pokemon fanfic! Hooray!
You guys should know that I don't own Pokemon by now, other than the copy of the games and merchandise I have. Enjoy!
Chapter One
"Those idiots."
She sighed in frustration as she watched a bunch of Grunts running after a bunch of Pokemon, bags and cages at hand. Each were laughing hysterically as the Pokemon squealed and yipped in terror, desperately trying to outrun the Rockets.
She reached into her pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper labelled 'Idiots'. After quickly unfolding it, she read out loud: "Your mission: Invade Viridian Forest and gather as many Pokemon as you can without making a scene."
Clearly, this mission is a failure. She thought, removing her black trucker hat to run a hand through her short, blonde hair. She cleared her throat before speaking. "HEY! IDIOTS!"
If she found the fact that nearly all of the Grunts stopped in their tracks and looked at her amusing, she didn't say anything. Instead, she shook her head in digust. "You were supposed to avoid making a scene! Can't you guys do anything right?"
When she got silence for an answer, she huffed and crossed her arms. "Who is the main idiot here? Who's the leader of this operation?"
A relatively tall man stepped forward. His Team Rocket uniform was wrinkled and torn. The red bandana around his neck was tied loosely, and looked like it was about to fall off. He removed his hat, a sign of respect, revealing his bald head, and then looked at her right in the eye, his eyes full of… something else. It was not fear, that's for sure.
"Does the idiot have a name?" She growled as she stepped closer to the group of Grunts. "Or, will I have to continue referring him to him as 'the idiot'?"
This, of course, stunned the Grunts. Rocket Executives barely asked for their names. Instead, they would just refer to each and every one of the Grunts as 'idiots'. They murmured amongst themselves.
The blonde girl growled at them, silencing them. What is this? A preschool?
"I'm waiting, idiot."
Finally, the idiot spoke. "Grill. They call me Grill."
"Well, Mr. Grill," She sneered, "I do hope you realize that this mission has already failed, as you were not supposed to cause a scene."
Grill growled at her, and then she quirked an eyebrow. He dare show such disrespect to an Executive? "There isn't anyone around, Miss." He spat the word. "We aren't making a scene, if no one is here to witness the 'scene'."
"You've got guts, Mr. Grill." She glared at each of them now. "However, you forget how close the Viridian Forest is to Viridian City, and how close Viridian City is to Pallet Town." She narrowed her eyes. "And as for your stupid assumption that no one was watching, I just saw a bunch of kids running towards Viridian City, screaming that Team Rocket was attacking the Pokemon."
All of the Grunts groaned. A sea of protests flooded her ears.
"Aw, but, Miss, we didn't know!"
"We tried to be careful, Miss!"
"Yeah! It's not our fault some kids saw us!"
"SHUT UP!" She yelled, making them silent once more. "Surely, you must know who Viridian City will call for help, right, Mr. Grill?"
The bald man huffed. "Officer Jenny, of course! But, honestly, what the hell would she do t—"
"NO." The blonde girl spat, fighting the urge to smack the Grunt. "They'll call Professor Oak. And who will Professor Oak call?" She didn't wait for them to answer. "He'll call whoever the hell he can. And he knows a shitload of Pokemon trainers.
"Honestly. I fought hard against Giovanni for you guys to have this job because I felt bad that he continuously called you idiots. I was giving you a chance to redeem yourself, and yet you disappointed me.
"If you can't do this job properly, then how will you handle other, harder missions?"
And that was all it took for Grill to walk up to her and punch her square in the jaw. She fell backwards from the impact, and then stared up at the man, rubbing her sore jaw with her hand. She was shocked, and then she widened her eyes when a very unwelcomed taste filled her mouth.
… She tasted blood.
Grill laughed. "You talk tough, Miss," He said the word with such venom, the girl winced slightly, "but you're really just a kid. Even your codename is 'Kid'!"
The other Grunts just stood there, shocked. Anyone who dared standing up to a superior officer, let alone punch one, did not come out of said officer's office uninjured, be it their body or their pride.
"Honestly, I don't know what the Boss is thinking, letting a kid like you become an Executive. I mean, you weren't even working for Team Rocket last year! He should have promoted one of us to your position!"
The girl, 'Kid', slowly stood up. "… You mean you're jealous?" She glared at him. She may be short, but she never let someone who showed her such disrespect go without proper punishment. "Do you mean to say that you, who can't even do this mission right, deserve to have my position?"
Kid pulled out a PokéBall from her belt strap, and then pressed the white button in the middle. The ball opened, a white light coming out from it, and then revealed a very angry Quilava.
The Grunts gasped as Grill laughed. "Heh. You think your mouse can do anything to me? You're mistaken. You forget that, unless given permission by the Boss, you can't hurt me, since I'm a lower rank."
"Tipes isn't going to hurt you." Kid smirked. "He's going to hurt that tree." She pointed to a large tree standing proudly beside Grill.
Grill laughed again. She was honestly starting to hate his laugh. "What? You don't like the Viridian Forest? What will all of the environmental groups do once they find out that Team Rocket isn't eco-friendly?"
She chose to ignore him, so she turned her attention to her Quilava. "Tipes, use Swift."
Tipes yipped, and then opened his mouth, shooting a bunch of stars towards the tree. Grill just laughed as the stars hit the tree continuously, one after the other. "What is that gonna do? Though, I have to admit, that Swift attack would look really nice in a Pokémon Contest."
Kid ignored him again, and turned to face the other Grunts. "Go back to Headquarters with the Pokémon you've already bagged and wait for your punishment there. I'm sure Holly would just love to give it to you."
And then the other Grunts nodded frantically before grabbing the caged and bagged Pokemon and high-tailed it out of there.
Grill just smirked. "What? You not good enough to give them proper punishment?"
"If you must know, Mr. Grill," Kid said before rolling up her right sleeve to glance at her wrist watch. "I've got my own mission to attend to." She glanced up at the tree, which was still being pelted by Tipes' attack. She smirked. "Tipes, that's enough."
The Pokémon stopped on its trainer's command. He looked up at her expectantly. Kid just smiled at him. "You know what to do."
If Grill did not know any better, he would think that the Quilava smirked at him. It still did not faze him, though.
"What's your Tipes gonna do, now, brat?"
There a was a very loud creaking sound before the tree fell right on top of him, blood spewing out of his mouth as he fell under the tree's weight. Kid giggled a little. Grill looked a little like a fire breathing Dragon Pokemon when that happened.
"Good job, Mari." Kid said, as a Marill walked out from the bushes near the fallen tree. "Your Rollout has really improved."
The small blue Pokémon smiled happily before rushing over to Tipes and Kid. The fire Pokémon grinned, as if congratulating the other for a job well done.
Just then, Grill groaned.
Kid turned her attention back to the very injured man. "Ah. Mr. Grill. You're still alive." It was more of a statement rather than a question. "I'm debating whether or not we should finish you right now."
"Y-you… wouldn't… d-dare…" It was quite obvious that the man was having great difficulty breathing, let alone speaking.
Kid looked down at the Grunt, still smirking. She glanced at her Pokémon, who were both looking up at her expectantly. She was about to open her mouth to let out a command, but then…
… Mari's ears just twitched.
The blonde watched as the Marill scrunched its face in concentration. After a few more seconds, Mari looked up at her trainer, her eyes panicked.
"Marill." It said, waving its tiny arms.
Nodding in understanding, Kid stared at Grill once more before spinning on her heels and started walking towards the exit of the Forest, her Pokémon mimicking her movements. "Well, Mr. Grill, it seems as though Officer Jenny is coming this way. You may consider yourself either one of two things: fired or lucky." She flipped him off as she called her Pokémon back into their respective PokéBalls. "Either way you think about it, it's true. Don't you even consider coming back to Headquarters. If you do, I promise you, you will not be able to leave."
Once she was far enough from Viridian Forest, Kid reached into her pocket again, and brought out another piece of paper. This one was labelled 'Kid'.
She unfolded it, and then started reading out loud. "Before you begin your mission, head over to the Viridian Forest, where the useless idiots should be attempting to complete a mission. I've included a copy of their mission objective in your file. You are to ensure that they are carrying out their mission as the instructions say. Word for word. If you encounter any problems, feel free to annihilate it."
Kid smirked before crumpling the paper and stuffing it back into her pocket. "Problem annihilated."