Pokemonk- Meeting of the Chosen Ones
The Pokemon Elements are dangerous, especially in the wrong hands. Like those of Wuya and her Team Rocket associate. Luckily, the Chosen Ones are here to save the world! …If they don't kill each other first.
Pairings- None (Friendship fic. Chances of that changing are slim. Really slim)
Warnings- Crossover, AU
Meeting of the Chosen Ones (Pt 1)
Many mysteries exist in the world of Pokemon.
Indeed, the existence of pokemon itself is a mystery. Though humans have lived, worked and fought alongside pokemon for as long as anyone can recall, no one knows where they came from, or how their incredible powers work.
Nonetheless, pokemon have become an intricate part of daily life, living among us as playmates, partners and guardians. Unfortunately, some humans desire to use the power of pokemon for their own, wicked ends. One such being was a woman named Wuya, master of Ghost Pokemon and practitioner of dark pokemon magic.
Greedy and black hearted, Wuya used every resource at her disposal to try and control pokemon and human alike and fashion herself as an evil, immortal empress using the power she collected from the pokemon elements, fashioned into gems that gave off enormous power. She would have succeeded too, had it not been for the efforts of the Pokemon Master Dashi. Dashi summoned the great Rayquaza to separate Wuya's body and soul and lock both away in separate locations, rendering the undying woman powerless.
With Wuya defeated, all that was left to do was hide the Elemental Gems all over every region, to keep the mystical gems from ever falling into the wrong hands again.
Years passed, and Wuya's terrifying powers became a distant memory. In five centuries, the woman who almost ruled the world was reduced to a footnote in the volumes of pokemon mythology, a figure many doubted ever existed at all. By then, there was a newer, more exciting mystery to focus on; four children with incredible powers and a deep connection to nature and pokemon whose arrival was foretold in many pokemon prophecies, known collectively as the Chosen Ones. Humans who were meant to protect humans and pokemon alike, and held the balance of peace in the palms of their hands.
No one ever dreamed how these two legends would collide…
Omi loved pokemon battles.
"Bellsprout! Use Vine Whip!"
Not out of some kind of cruel intent or sadism, but because there was a simplicity in battles that he couldn't help but love. It was refreshing and natural, like breathing in clean air.
"Hypnosis, Poliwag."
He was competitive and a perfectionist, everyone who really knew him knew that well. He did not like losing or even coming in second, especially at something he was good at.
Which was why he went on the offence the second his opponent's Bellsprout succumbed to the effect of his Poliwag's hypnosis.
"Bellsprout! Bellsprout, Get up!"
"Okay Poliwag, Doubleslap!"
His attack hit the defenseless pokemon dead on, ending with the Bellsprout smashing into his opponent's wall and falling to the ground, clearly incapable of taking even one more hit.
"Bellsprout is unable to battle!" The teacher called out loudly. "Omi and Poliwag win!"
"No way! That's not fair!" Omi's opponent griped as Omi recalled the school's Poliwag into its pokeball while the rest of the class groaned and rolled their eyes.
"Yeah well, what else is new?" A girl in the front row asked sourly. "None of us have ever been able to beat Omi Fung."
"Now now, students." The teacher admonished lightly, gripping Omi by the shoulders. "There's a lot you can learn about Pokemon from a genius like Omi here! You should be thrilled to have a friend and classmate who is so talented!"
The murderous looks Omi received from the rest of the class told him how 'thrilled' they really were with his presence there.
"And that concludes class for today. Remember, I want a four page report on one of the Eeveelutions on my desk tomorrow! And don't forget to study for Friday's test!" The teacher's cry went unheeded as the students hastily left the room for their next class. Sighing in defeat, the teacher turned back to Omi to give him a wry smile. "Honestly Omi, sometimes I wish those kids were a little more like you."
"Thank you, Honorable Teacher." Omi said respectfully, bowing to the older woman. The educator chuckled at the boy's show of respect.
"That's exactly what I mean." Patting the boy on the shoulder, the teacher added. "Excellent job today, Omi. I wouldn't think it was possible, but you seem to become more skilled each day!"
"Thank you, Teacher." Omi parroted again, eyeing the door as the teacher's next batch of students began to filter into the room. "If that's all you need me for…"
"Yes, yes, I understand." The teacher said, waving the boy out of the room. "But before you go to your next class, you should go see Professor Fung. He sent down a note asking for you once you were free, but you were battling at the time so I thought it best to wait."
"Professor Fung sent for me?" Omi asked, startled. It was rare for his guardian to call him in during class hours when he could easily speak to him when school let out.
"It didn't seem like anything was wrong, but you should still probably go see him." The teacher said quickly upon seeing the worried look that passed her prized student's face.
"I will do that, then." Omi said with another polite bow. "Thank you for your lesson, teacher. I will see you again tomorrow." And, before his teacher could say anything else, Omi quickly scurried out the door, intent on finding his guardian.
…At least, until he heard a voice griping loudly across the hall.
"That was so unfair! If he hadn't used that stupid Hypnosis move, I would have had him! His win was just dumb luck! If that Omi Fung wasn't such a kiss up to the teachers-!"
"Pardon me, my fellow student." Omi couldn't help himself from interjecting, earning glares from the other boy and his friends. "Your statement earlier is not completely true. You see, even if Hypnosis hadn't worked, I still could have-"
"Nobody asked you, geek!" The boy snapped, pushing past Omi to storm away and almost knocking the smaller boy over in the process. Face falling, Omi watched disheartened as the rest of his classmates followed their friend, without so much as a passing glance at their school's top student.
Omi didn't quite understand it, but for some reason none of the students at the school seemed to like him very much. Every time he tried to assist his classmates in improving their battling skills, they either brushed him off or treated him like dirt. Dojo had told him once that it had something to do with the fact that he was the best student in the school, and no one wanted to be around someone that made them look bad. That didn't make sense to Omi, but then again the things Dojo told him rarely did.
Sighing heavily, Omi straightened himself bad up from his near spill and started down the hall towards his Guardian's office, trying his best to look as if the encounter he'd just had didn't bother him as much as it really did.
Because secretly, the real reason he liked battle so much was because it was the only way he knew to communicate with others his own age that didn't end up hurting him.
"Professor Fung? You wanted to see me?"
Entering the spacious office that his guardian worked from, Omi looked around curiously for any signs of the aged professor who had summoned him, only to find an old Dragonite snoozing in the sunniest corner of the large room. Puzzled, Omi approached the pokemon to poke him until one eye opened irritably.
{Easy there, kid!} The beast griped sourly. {I might not be what I was back in my heyday, but I can still pull off a Hyperbeam that'll blast that bald head of yours clear off it's shoulders, you know.}
"Dojo, where's Professor Fung?" Omi asked, ignoring the Dragonite's threat. Despite what he may say, the truth of the matter was that Dojo was too old to use the kinds of attacks he used to be able to when he was younger and traveling with Dashi, his original pokemon trainer some five hundred years ago.
{The lab, I think.} The Dragonite answered grouchily as he tried to get comfortable again. {He's still getting everything ready for later.}
"Later?" Omi repeated, blinking questioningly at the pokemon. "What's happening later?"
{You'll find out soon, kid.} Dojo answered mysteriously as he turned back over to fall asleep again, leaving Omi to head towards Professor Fung's private lab with the distinct impression that he was missing something.
True to the elderly pokemon's words, Omi's guardian was indeed inside the lab, studying some kind of papers with a slight frown on his face. As soon as his student came into the room however, the man's electric blue eyes settled on them and he rose from his chair.
"Omi, there you are." He said as he stood. "I've been waiting for you."
"Yes, Professor Fung." Omi said, bowing to the distinguished pokemon professor. He could feel his tension melt when his guardian spoke. Professor Fung was the single wisest and most dependable figure that Omi had ever known in his life, and his admiration for the man was insurmountable. "Is there something you need me for?"
"In a manner of speaking, yes." Professor Fung said, filing his papers away for later and picking up a briefcase he had sitting on his desk. "Three of my outreach students are arriving today at the train station, and I'd like you to come with me to meet them."
"Outreach students are coming here?" Omi asked, surprised. Professor Fung taught many students via video phone lessons, but Omi had never heard of any being transferred to the Xiaolin Academy. For these three students to do so must have meant that they were something truly impressive.
Of course, there was no way that any of them could have anything on Omi. After all, he was the Chosen One; the pokemon trainer who protected the balance between good and evil, capable of many incredible feats. The most basic of which was, of course, his ability to speak to the pokemon he was connected with.
Still, maybe these ones would be different then the students that were already in school. Maybe these three wouldn't mind being friends with Omi rather then treating him like some kind of social leper. Hope rising in his chest, Omi hastily scurried after his guardian to meet the newest students of Xiaolin Academy, determined to make a good first impression.
"Man, what a dull town!"
Balancing precariously on the iron wrought fence that kept the passengers getting on and off the trains from falling three stories to their deaths, the brunette eyed the settlement below him critically, trying and failing to find anything remotely interesting about the sleepy town of Xiaolin.
Sighing heavily, the boy walked gracefully along the length of the fence with all the expertise of a professional tightrope walker. He's only just gotten off his train fifteen minutes ago, and he was already bored. It didn't help that he'd been traveling nonstop for the past eighteen hours either, first by ship to get from the Orange Islands to the Mainland, and then by train to Xiaolin. Thankfully, he'd eaten on the train, putting the tab on Professor Fung, but he was still aching to really stretch his legs, Pedrosa-style.
"What do you think you're doing up there?" Glancing down at the ground, the island boy watched bemused as the train station's security guard sputtered and stared at the sight of the youth balancing on top of the ten foot fence that was supposed to protect the passengers. "Are you trying to break your neck or something? Get down from there, kid!"
"Why should I?" The brunette asked tauntingly, easily twisting around to continue walking the length of the fence, this time backwards. He grinned wickedly as the security guard's face paled dramatically at his feat.
"Come on there, partner." A new voice broke in, prompting the island native to turn and appraise this newcomer, a large boy a few years older then him decked out as if he was heading to a hoedown. "There ain't no reason to make anybody's job harder then it has to be." Raising an eyebrow, the acrobat flashed the other boy a cocky smirk.
"Hey, he's the one freaking out about it." The boy said casually, "If either of you want me to get down, then you'll have to make me. Preferably without turning me into the world's best looking pancake." Then, to prove his point, the boy shifted his weight to waver dramatically, righting himself before gravity could take its toll. The security guard cried out in panic just as the young prankster expected him to do, which made the boy snicker richly in amusement.
At least until a lasso caught him by the ankle, and a sharp tug sent him tumbling towards the earth.
The security guard gave a rather high-pitched scream as the boy toppled off the fence, which the island boy probably would have died laughing at if he wasn't busy falling to his doom. Closing his eyes as the cement drew closer, the boy prepared himself for a messy, painful landing, only to feel the rope around his ankle go taunt. Surprised, the green-eyed boy looked up, finally noticing that the rope holding him mere inches above the ground was looped around the top of the fence, acting as a poor man's pulley. The boy's attention then turned to the older boy holding the other end of the rope, who gave him a rather devious grin before releasing his grip.
"Oof!" The darker boy grunted painfully as he smacked face-first into the cement. Groaning, the brunette peeled himself off of the ground, rubbing his face to check if he was bleeding anywhere.
"What was that for?" He howled indignantly at the larger boy, who gave a nonchalant shrug.
"You told me to get you down, remember?" The blonde reminded him with a rather smug looking smirk.
"Without turning me into a pancake." The acrobat repeated crossly.
"Nah, you just said you'd prefer that." The cowboy pointed out cheerfully. "I reckon I don't have much of a problem one way or another, to be honest." Green eyes blinked for a moment as the other boy's words sank in, before an amused grin lit up his boyish face.
"Are you insane?" The until-then forgotten security guard shrieked furiously at the grounded brunette, who seemed surprised to see that he was still there. "Do you have any idea how much trouble you could have caused, young man? You're going to have to come with me right now to the security station, you little miscreant, this kind of behavior will NOT go unpunished!"
"Alright." The boy said agreeably, standing up and dusting his pants off.
"Don't give me… Wait, what?" The security guard gaped. He was expecting the boy to protest or run, given the attitude he had gotten from the kid earlier.
"Sure, let's go to the security station." The boy said cheerfully. "What do I care? It's not like I was vandalizing this place or anything. Heck, I wasn't even breaking any rules. I mean, I didn't see any signs or anything that said 'do no stand on fence.' So I didn't really do anything wrong. And to make things even better, you didn't even get me down from the fence. Lone Ranger over here did, remember? So imagine what all your buddies in the security station'll say when they find out that you got one upped by two kids in less then ten minutes." Grinning widely, the boy admired the brilliant shade of red that was gracing the security guard's face.
"Fine, you're off the hook this time, but don't let me catch you doing any more crazy stunts!" The guard snarled before stalking off. The acrobat snickered as he watched him go.
Too easy…
"I reckon you coulda gone a little easier on that man there, partner." The older boy spoke up, trying to sound disapproving despite the smile he was fighting. "He was only tryin' to do his job."
"Yeah, well he's not very good at it." The burnette smirked as he collapsed onto a bench. "Where'd you learn that rope trick, anyways? I know a couple of guys back in the circus who'd kill to know a stunt like that."
"Yeah? It comes in handy for wrestlin' down a Tauros when they start kickin' up a fight." The cowboy chuckled.
"Wow, so you're a real-deal cowboy? I thought you were just in that getup because you're more desperate for attention then I am." The acrobat confessed, earning a bark of laugher from the other boy.
"Nah, I grew up on a ranch just north of Pewter City. Quiet lil' place, but homey. You?"
"Born on the Orange Islands. But my family is all part of a traveling pokemon circus, so I've been pretty much everywhere you can imagine." The green eyed boy responded. Suddenly a thought struck the boy and he turned back to the blonde. "Wait, you said you're from Pewter? That's like, halfway across Kanto. What the heck are you doing way out in this sinkhole?"
"Same as the boy who came all the way from the Orange Islands, I reckon." The cowboy said, bemused. The green eyed boy's grin returned with a vengeance at that comment, and he held out a hand for the larger boy to shake.
"Raimundo Pedrosa." He introduced himself. Unable to resist, he then added. "Future greatest Flying-type user the world has ever seen. That's a bit long though, so you can call me Rai."
"Clay Bailey." The cowboy said in turn as he grasped the proffered hand. "Nice to finally meet a fellow Chosen One."
"Tell me about it." Rai snorted before grinning. "Clay, buddy, I think you and me are gonna be great friends…"
"I don't think this is allowed."
Glancing up at the disapproval in the young girl's voice, Habiki Sotomura gave his charge a rather confused frown.
"I'm sure it will be fine." He said airily, dismissing the blue-eyed girl's concerns. "Professor Fung will understand." One of the girl's eyebrow's twitched treacherously as she tried to reign in her explosive temper, hands fisting the pink ankle-length dress she was wearing as she slowly counted backwards from 100. Taking a deep, calming breath, the girl continued on in a firm tone that left no room for argument.
"You said that we were just going to see Papa before I took off." She reminded the man through gritted teeth. "I was supposed to come to Xiaolin by train, Habiki."
"Surely you don't think we'd risk your safety like that, Miss Kimiko!" Habiki said in a mortified tone. "Not to mention how dirty those things are! Really, Miss Kimiko, how could the heiress to Tohomiko Incorporated ever be seen on such low brow transportation!"
"That's no excuse to land a private jet in the middle of a town like this, Habiki!" Kimiko wailed, just about ready to tear her hair out in frustration… or Habiki's. That one sounded much more appealing.
"We're not staying long, Miss Kimiko." Habiki frowned. "Just until the Professor comes to pick you up."
"Fine then." Kimiko snapped, tapping a watch-like device in her wrist to activate a chibified hologram of herself.
"Good Morning, Kimiko!" The hologram chirped. "How may I assist you?"
"Call Xiaolin Academy, please." Kimiko ordered in an exasperated tone.
"Right away!" The hologram sang, blinking out of existence to be replaced with a screen that had the words 'Please Wait' scrolling leisurely across it. Moments later, the words vanished and a rather nervous looking man peered back a Kimiko.
"Miss Tohomiko!" the man exclaimed. "Well, this is certainly a surprise! What may I do for you, ma'am?"
"I'm sorry to bother you, Director, but there's been a slight change in plans." Kimiko said, shooting her caretaker a withering glare. "Could you tell Professor Fung that I'm not going to be at the train station? He'll be able to pick me up just south-east of the Academy. Tell him to look for the big white jet with 'Tohomiko Private Air' written on it. Unless he's gone blind over the past few days, he shouldn't be able to miss it."
"What?" The director paled. "But the Professor and Omi have already left to pick you up!"
"Already?" Kimiko frowned. "Well, do you have his private number? I'll just message him or something instead."
"Professor Fung doesn't have a pokepal, or any form of mobile messaging, Miss Tohomiko." The director said, looking embarrassed. "He's not fond of using too much technology, I'm afraid."
"Of course." Kimiko said dryly. Sighing, Kimiko reached to unbuckle her seatbelt. "Well I'd better go, then. Sorry again to bother you." Tapping the pokepal again, Kimiko disconnected the call. Habiki watched in confusion as the girl stood up, grabbed her backpack, and headed for the door.
"Miss Kimiko? Where do you think you're going?" He asked, almost dreading the answer.
"The train station." Kimiko replied, opening the door and watching as an escalator descended to the ground. "That's where the Professor expects me to be, so that's where I have to go. And before you say anything, Habiki, you're not coming with me." Kimiko glared at her caretaker as he opened his mouth to respond. "You are going to get this flying scrap of metal out of here before Mr. Grivey gets in trouble for landing this thing in the middle of a town." They already had a crowd of curious and stunned onlookers approaching, and it wouldn't be long until the authorities showed up to see what the commotion was about.
"But you can't go wandering around a strange town alone!" Habiki cried out in dismay. "What if you get kidnapped again?"
"I'll be fine, Habiki. Besides, I'm not alone, remember?" Kimiko said, tapping the pokeball at her right hip pointedly. Before Habiki could think of anything else to say, Kimiko turned to the cockpit and called out. "I'm taking off, Mr. Grivey! Get Habiki back home to Papa before he has a mental breakdown or something, okay?"
"Understood, Ma'am." The pilot chuckled. "Good luck, Miss Kimiko, we're all rooting for you!"
"Thanks, Mr. Grivey!" Kimiko grinned before she stepped out into the escalator that hummed cheerfully as it lowered her to the ground. As soon as she cleared the doorway, Habiki immediately stuck his head out to shout down to her.
"Remember to call us every day, Miss Kimiko!" Habiki fretted. "And whatever you do, don't go near any place with the words 'Haunted,' 'Abandoned,' or 'Death' in it! And remember to wear your pokepal to sleep! And don't forget to do your meditations every morning! And-!"
"I got it, Habiki!" Kimiko yelled back, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. "Relax, everything's gonna be fine! I'll call you tonight, alright?"
"But Miss Kimiko-!" Ignoring her caretaker's protest, Kimiko took off like a rocket as soon as her feet touched the earth, breezing past the startled locals as she vanished out of sight down an alley. A wide grin spread across Kimiko's face as soon as the plane left her sights.
FREEDOM!
Giggling almost manically, Kimiko twirled around as she skipped out into an empty street. She was starting to think this day would never come! Tapping her pokepal, Kimiko barely gave the hologram enough time to flicker to life before she issues a command.
"Okay pokepal, I needed a change of clothes as of five minutes ago, so hook me up with Outfit 001 and Hairstyle 001!"
"Of course, Kimiko!" the hologram chirped. Moments later, a blinding while light enveloped the young heiress. When it faded, Kimiko's stuffy formal 'ojou-sama' type dress was gone, replaced with a red-and-black outfit that better suited the rough and tumble life of a pokemon trainer, her once free-flowing inky black hair now tied up into bouncy twin tails with matching red bands.
"Perfect!" Kimiko grinned. She had been a little worried that Habiki would find her hideaway closet and replace her clothes with 'something more suitable for a lady of her stature' but apparently all her efforts at reprogramming her Pokepal to better suit her needs were not in vain. Tapping the pokepal to turn it off, Kimiko's grin widened as she reached for the sphere at her hip. "Okay Venus, now it's just you and me!"
After being tossed into the air, the pokeball opened and, in a flash of red light, a small red reptilian creature emerged, smiling brightly at the blue eyed girl.
{Kimi? Are we at the train station already?}
"No, not yet." Kimiko sighed. "Habiki the Hardheaded strikes again. Apparently, trains are too dangerous, so he brought me here with Papa's private jet."
{I see…} the charmander giggled. Truthfully, she'd been expecting something like this. Kimiko probably would have too, had she not been so giddy about finally being allowed to travel with children her own age, sans pushy servants and all the airs and false smiles that came attached to her title as heiress to the Tohomiko fortunes. {So where is Mr. Sotomura now?}
"Back with the plane." Kimiko answered with a devious grin. "No way am I letting that spoilsport ruin the master plan before it even gets underway!"
{Do you really think you can keep the fact that you're an heiress secret from the other Chosen Ones, Kimi?} Venus asked as she followed her trainer, half in exasperation and half in amusement.
"Watch me." Kimiko said confidently as they found themselves on a more occupied street. Most of the people who were lingering on the well-traveled dirt road seemed to have had their interests piqued by the airplane that had landed a couple streets away. As the townsfolk gossiped amongst themselves, none of them even noticed the tiny girl that had joined their midst. Kimiko basked in the feeling of blending in for about ten seconds.
…Which was how long it took for someone to send her crashing painfully onto the small rocks and pebbles with a startled yelp.
{Kimi! Are you alright?} Venus fussed over her fallen mistress as the boy who bowled into the small blue-eyed girl continued on his way.
"Come on guys, they have to be making it up! I mean, who would land an airplane in a dingy little town like—?"
"Hey! Watch where you're going you creep!" Kimiko snapped, rubbing her injured backside. Her temper flared up a bit more when she realized that she'd just gotten dirt all over her brand new clothes. The boy frowned irritably at her insult, shooting the girl a dirty look.
"Well then maybe you shouldn't be standing in the middle of the street like you've never seen a road before." The boy shot back. Venus backed away nervously as she literally felt the waves of anger coming off of the young heiress as Kimiko jumped back to her feet.
{N-now now, Kimi, calm down! We have to go meet Professor Fung, remember? You can't waste time teaching rude backwater boys their manners.}
"Aw, don't be so unfriendly there, Bryce, she's kinda cute…" One of the other boys snickered as he approached the fuming trainer. "Don't mind our friend back there. He's just mad 'cause he just got his butt kicked by the short bald wonderboy again. Tell you what, why don't I make it up to you by taking you out to lunch? It'll be my treat…"
"Pass." Kimiko said shortly. She was not in the moody to be hit on. "I got places to go. Come on Venus, let's get out of here…" the charmander was more then willing to listen to her trainer's command, and quickly scurried over to Kimiko's side. Unfortunately, this drew the boys' attention to the monster in question.
"Is that a charmander?" A third boy in the group asked in surprise as he leaned down to get a better look. His eyebrow arced at the sight of the heart-shaped necklace on the pokemon's neck, a gift from Kimiko for many years ago. "Wow, I can't believe you gave it such a girly accessory…"
"Excuse me?" Kimiko growled out. "I'll have you know Venus likes her necklace! She never takes it off!"
"She?" The boy who had been hitting on Kimiko repeated, startled. Females in the charmander line were pretty rare, after all, and most of them were used for breeding purposes to get a Charizard that could use cool egg moves.
"So that's your pokemon, then?" Bryce asked, a rather unfriendly grin passing his face. "You're a trainer?"
"Yeah, so what? You got a problem with that?" Kimiko bristled defensively.
"Not at all." Bryce snickered as he pulled out the pokeball that the school had loaned to the boy when he left the grounds, for protection. "In fact, what would you say to a little pokemon battle?"
"I'd say bring it on!" Kimiko answered with a rather wicked grin of her own, not noticing when Venus groaned next to her.
So much for meeting up with Professor Fung…
"Poliwag, go!" Bryce commanded as he threw the pokeball to release the monster within. The boy was delighted at this turn of events, since he was still in a bad mood after his loss to Omi, and beating some scrawny little smart-mouthed trainer would be the perfect way to relieve some of his stress. Besides, Poliwag had the type advantage over a charmander, and since he'd already seen Omi use the pokemon earlier, he knew its moves well enough.
"Ready, Venus?" Kimiko asked her pokemon, who nodded in response.
{Let's make this quick, okay Kimi? We've already wasted enough time as it is, and you know I'm not a fan of water…}
"I'll ref!" one of Bryce's friends piped up, stepping forward to get a better view of the match. "We'll make this a one-on-one match with no time limit. Winner is decided when one of the trainer's pokemon is unable to battle. Trainers and Pokemon ready?"
"Born ready." Kimiko smirked confidently.
"Just get started already, Chester!" Bryce snapped, impatient which his friend's flare for the dramatics.
"Alright, alright! Sue a guy for having a little fun…" Chester rolled his eyes. "Go!"
"Poliwag, use Water Gun!" Bryce shouted as soon as the go ahead was given
"Venus, dodge and use Smokescreen!" Kimiko commanded, unconcerned. It was true that water moves were strong against fire-types, but she knew Venus was fast enough to avoid any straight on moves like Water Gun or Bubble. Besides, this guy obviously wasn't very good with water pokemon, or else he would have started off with either Water Sport or Rain Dance, which would have been much harder for Venus to escape.
Better finish this before he wises up. Kimiko mused as the Poliwag anxiously tried to see through the smoke to figure out where Venus was.
"Okay Venus, now use Growl!" She didn't much like evasive moves like Growl or Smokescreen, but lowering the Poliwag's chances of attacking would help in the long run, in case any of those moves actually did manage to hit her pokemon. At her command, a low, dangerous sounding noise emerge from the smoke, turning the Poliwag into a terrified, shivering mess. Kimiko couldn't blame the poor thing, since the combination was probably like something out of a nightmare for the little water pokemon.
"Poliwag, don't listen! Just keep using Water Gun into the smoke, you're bound to hit that Charmander sooner or later!" Bryce ordered. Shaken, the Poliwag obeyed, and Kimiko just barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
"Just keep using Growl, Venus." Kimiko ordered, not even bothering to add that the Charmander dodge the water attacks. Her pokemon wasn't stupid, and as Venus pointed out earlier, water was not an element she was particularly fond of.
The battle dragged on like that for a few minutes, with Venus growling dangerously and Poliwag futilely shooting water at the source of the noise, only to have Venus dodge before the attack could connect. Soon enough, the poor Poliwag's Water Gun was a barely visible stream. Smirking, Kimiko decided it was time to up the ante.
"Okay Venus, Scratch!" Kimiko commanded. At that order, Venus immediately switched from defense to offense, leaping out of the smoke to claw at the shaken and surprised Poliwag, who rolled a good distance away before hitting the wall of a nearby store. "Use Scratch again, Venus!"
"Dodge it, Poliwag, dodge!" Bryce ordered. Unfortunately the still shaken pokemon didn't respond in time, and took the brunt of another attack from the Charmander. Bryce was just about at the end of his rope when he remembered the move that Omi did him in with earlier that day and grinned wickedly. "Poliwag, use Hypnosis!"
Hypno—? Kimiko started. Shoot!
"Venus, dodge right, now!" The girl barked. Thankfully, the charmander obeyed the command before the hypnotic spell could take effect and leave her defenseless against the water pokemon. Bryce grinned at the urgency in Kimiko's voice. Clearly, he had turned this battle around.
"Poliwag, just keep using Hypnosis!" Bryce ordered loudly, his confidence returning.
"Hit the dirt, Venus, and cover your eyes!" Kimiko commanded. Both pokemon heeded their trainers, Venus dropping to the ground and adverting her gaze from her enemy while Poliwag unleashing another Hypnosis attack.
Right into the mirror that Venus had unknowingly positioned herself right in front of.
The water pokemon gave it's reflection a surprised look for a moment, before slowly nodding off and hitting the ground.
"What?" Bryce sputtered, shocked at what had just taken place. Kimiko, on the other hand, breathed a quick sigh or relief. She had thought fast when she saw the mirror in the window of the nearby beauty store, but hadn't been completely sure that the move would work.
"Okay Venus, I think we're just about done. Finish things off with an Ember attack, and then we'll be on our way." Kimiko ordered. Fire attacks normally didn't harm water pokemon that much, but the Poliwag was sleeping, and already severely hurt from those Scratches Venus had used earlier, so it should've been okay. Sure enough, when the fire cleared Poliwag's eyes had the telltale swirl of defeat.
"Poliwag is unable to battle!" Chester decreed. "Charmander wins the match!"
"Great job, Venus!" Kimiko giggled as she gave her pokemon an affectionate hug when the fire type dutifully returned to her trainer's side. "You were fantastic out there, like always!" Inwardly, Kimiko was elated. It was true she won most of her mock pokemon battles back at home, but she'd always had the lingering suspicion that the local trainers let her win because of her father. This boy, though, had no idea she was the daughter of Toshiro Tohomiko, and she completely thrashed him!
"That fight was bogus!" Bryce snapped as he recalled his Poliwag. "Only a coward would hide behind moves like Smokescreen and Growl! And if that mirror hadn't been there, I would have had you!"
"Aw, come on man, don't be such a sore loser!" The boy who had hit on Kimiko laughed lightly. "The girl whipped you, fair and square."
"Seriously Bryce, just let it go." Chester said as he approached his friend. "You had the type advantage. You just didn't use it right." Silently agreeing with the boy's friends, Kimiko turned and started on her way, only to find her path quickly blocked by the flirt from earlier.
"Hey, you're pretty good at this pokemon stuff, aren't you?" The boy said admirably, grinning widely. "So? What's your name?"
"Kimiko." The girl answered, rolling her eyes. She was in a better mood after the fight then she had been in earlier, but she still didn't have time to waste on a playboy.
"Kimiko?" the boy repeated, frowning thoughtfully to himself. Strange, but he felt like he'd heard that name somewhere before…
"Yes, and like I said earlier, I have to go." Kimiko said curtly, quickening her pace at the look the boy gave her after her introduction. She couldn't risk getting found out so soon, after all.
"Hey come, don't be like that! Look, if it's about Bryce—!"
"LOOK OUT!" Startled at the warning cry, Kimiko and the boys all whirled around, eyes widening when they saw an out of control cart filled with produce heading straight for the blue eyed girl at an insane speed. Giving a startled cry, Venus quickly grabbed her trainers leg and squeezed her eyes closed as Kimiko threw up her arms in front of her face in a futile attempt to protect herself from the impact—
—Which never took place.
A quick flash of light surrounded the young female trainer and her pokemon, and the two vanished before the cart could strike them. The man chasing the cart slowed to a stop as the witnesses of the impossible event merely stared in shock at the place the girl had been standing. No one noticed when the cart's mad decent was stopped when it crashed loudly into a store's wall. All they could wonder was the question that only Chester had enough voice left to ask…
"Where did she go?"
