Team Troubles 2: Legendary Dunces!
Pat: As the title suggests, this time, it's the legendaries whom Rukario tries to recruit for his Diamond team, but becomes sourly disappointed with them.
Lucario: Damn straight! You don't own me, only my cloth-y form, or Pokemon, so remember, there is only so much you can do with me!
Riolu:…
Pat: O.o
Lucario:… Enjoy the damn fic!
The aliens are here… The aliens are f-bleep!-ing here! And they're named…
Deoxys.
Rukario watched, freaked out by the DNA Pokemon, who was making a bunch of copies of himself, trying to prove to Rukario that he could help the 'team' tremendously, instead, freaking the crud out of Lucario.
Well? Deoxys asked, looking expectantly at Rukario, his clones doing the same.
Uh… With that quite INTELLEGENT answer muttered, Rukario fled, leaving behind a puff of dust, and a few dozen Deoxie.
You can run, Deoxys said evilly. But you can't hide. With that, the Deoxie left, searching far and wide for a blue wolf.
Said Aura wolf was looking blankly at the Celebi dancing around with the Jirachi, who seemed quite, um, air-sick. Rukario sighed. The Serebii just HAD to be doing a karaoke, didn't he?
" I feel pretty
Oh so pretty
I feel pretty
And witty
And hooray!"
With the last word, he tossed the dazed Jirachi up, who landed right into Rukario's paws. Rukario sighed again. He then proceeded to look around the primacies, then decked the Celebi when he wasn't looking.
"Hooray…" Celebi muttered, head thunking on the ground.
What? Nothing yet?! Deoxys screeched, lunging at his copies. Find him! I'm a sore loser, and I'm proud of it! With that, he wiped on a t-shirt that said, 'I know what I am, just what the hell were you supposed to be?' The other's sweat-dropped. Sighing, they all fled to find the Aura pokemon.
And, yet again, another legendary (three, actually) were dancing around in circles, Rukario and Jirachi watching in mild interest.
"So don't stop,
Get it?
Get it?
Come on,
Get it?
Get it?
Now, watch the way I navigate
Hah hah
Haha hah!"
Sweat-dropping, the Aura and Wish Maker pokemon fled, leaving the three lake spirits alone to play around. (P.S. Whoever can guess who they are first gets a story dedicated to them, come on, it's bloody obvious!)
Don't even bother with him, Jirachi warned Rukario, who eyed the blue kitty carefully.
You sure? I mean… It IS a shiny Mew… Jirachi sighed irritably.
Even then, don't do it. I almost guaranty that you'll regret it. Trust me. Rukario looked at him, eyeing him suspiciously.
Past experience?
Don't even go there. Jirachi warned. Rukario shrugged, trotting of into the opposite direction of the Mew who was chasing his tail.
Forget it. Deoxys sighed.
He doen't want me, now, but he'll be crawling back. I can almost guaranty it! Eyeing the other's, he sighed again.
Go and do whatever the bloody hell you want. Cheering, the clones flew around him every which way possible, only to crash and burn, literally.
I'm surrounded by idiots.
So, I guess that means that tomorrow, we'll both go out to start rescuing people, huh? Jirachi nodded.
After the dancing Celebi, the playful spirits, the dolt of a cat, the ditz of a hedgehog, and the horror of a big bug, I certainly hope so! Rukario smiled.
Me too.
Pat: The end! Or, is it? Review please!