Crime is a Riddle

By TrinityFlwr of Memories

Chapter one: Mystery Solvers

Disclamer: Blahblahblah…don't own pokemon…blahblah blah. There

A/N: Yeah, this is my very first fanfic uploaded into It's not very good because I wrote this about 2 years ago, when I was pretty young. Please, since this is my first, could I have 'not-very-mean, but-in-a-nice-way' review, even if you found something horrible about this story? Thanks

Narrator: Last time as we saw our heroes, they uncovered the Mystery of the Ghoulish Laptop. As they move on to their eighth mystery, the only mysterious question in their mind is: Will the group be able to solve the ten mysteries given to them?

Ash and co. walked were walking towards Beleenda Town.

"Wow! I've solved seven mysteries!" exclaimed Ash. Misty stoped, stared at Ash, and had put her hands on her hips.

"Ash, you probably can't even solve one riddle without Brock and my help."

"I agree with Misty. I solved the Mystery of the Lord's Daughter," said Brock in his modest-tone, although he turned red from remembering Selanee. As the friends walked closer to their destination, Ash took out the invitation scroll, which was given to them by an unknown person, to see the rules again. It read:

" If you solve a mystery, your group gets a piece of a map. The map shows you how to get to where the tournament is held. There are ten map pieces: therefore, you shall solve ten mysteries. Good Luck."

"Well O…K…" replied Ash, "but Misty hardly helped us." That got Misty all fierce up.

"Is that another way of telling that I'm not smart!" snaps Misty. Ash uses that please-don't-pound-on-me smile and as Brock held Misty before she attacked, a girl as old as Brock approached them with a worried look on her face.

"Are any of you good at solving riddles?" asked the girl, biting her nails impatiently. "I'm… pretty good at solving riddles. I usually won all the riddle contests back at home," said Misty, though surprised by the question. Brock went into his girl-mood. "I'm the master when it comes to love riddles!"

"If he's so good at love riddles, how hard is it for him to attracted a girl?" Misty whispered in Ash's ear.

He shrugged. "Hard enough." (A/N:yeah, that was a riddle)

"Let's get over the riddling talk & start with the introduction. That's Misty and Ash.

And I'm Brock. But you can call me "Handsome Hunk" if you like!" crazily said Brock.

"SHE'LL CALL YOU A MADMAN IF YOU KEEP ON ACTING THIS WAY!" yelled Misty. Ash changed the subject.

"Why is it important to have someone who's good at solving riddles, ma'am?"

The girl smiled. "'Name's Clarifee. I'll tell you about it while we walk to the town hall." Brock got all happy.

"I know how to remember that name. You cleared my heart with love and I don't have to pay any fees!" While Brock laughed, Clarifee and Ash sighed, and Misty shook her head.

"You see, ever since three weeks ago, someone's been robbing riches from the rich and…"

"Giving to the poor?" Brock happily ended the sentence. Ash & Misty fell over in stupidity.

"No, not exactly," Clarifee laughs tiredly. "He's also been stealing jewelry too. He calls himself "The Unsolved Riddler". Nice name, huh?"

"Is "riddler" even a real word?" Brock asked.

Clarifee gazed above thinking. "No. I don't think so." Happily, Ash & Misty look at each other.

"Another mystery that needs to be solved!" determinedly said Misty. "And that guy's name. But I'm gonna solve it first," braggingly says Ash.

"Will not," shouts Misty.

"Will to," snaps Ash.

"Will not,"

"Will to,"

"Hey you guys," laughs Clarifee, "Chill! First let me tell you the rest of the mystery." Ash & Misty stare at her dumbfounded.

"You mean there's more?" said Ash puzzled.

"Uh-huh! And this part includes the riddles. See, before he robs something, he leaves a riddle for the owner. If the owner solves it, the thief won't rob his stuff. But if the owner can't solve it, the thief robs one valuable from the owner. The police station has seven of his riddles yet only two were solved. He's planning to rob my uncle tonight."

The group gasped.

"How do you know?" asked Brock.

She shrugged. "He already sent my uncle a riddle & he always rob every three days. And so today's that day."

"Where's the riddle?" demanded Misty.

"It's in my uncle's house. The police and my uncle are already there. C'mon, let's go."