Just so you all know, I generally only use the original 151 Pokémon in my fics with a few exceptions occurring. It's mostly due to the practicality of limiting the number of choices open to me so that I don't spend half of my life searching for just the right Pokémon for just the right trainer.
I don't own Pokémon or Yugioh!.
Mokuba crawled on his belly, army-style, across the ground, beneath the bushes and brambles planted on the southern slope of the Kaiba estate. His Treecko crawled along beside him, eyes fastened on their "prey."
They came to a shuffling halt still several yards away from the target, watching as it snuffled around the roots of a raspberry bush that had popped up on the uneven incline. Waddling/skipping sideways about the side of the raspberry bush, the Venonat that Mokuba had set his heart on unwittingly turned its back to the trainer and his Treecko.
"Are you ready, Treecko?" Mokuba whispered to the Pokémon at his side.
"Tree," the leafy, lizardy creature answered, the word resonated in its small chest.
"Good." Mokuba slowly, carefully removed two pokéballs from within his yellow vest, one empty, the other waiting to be emptied. "Let's do this."
"Seto Kaiba!" Mokuba called out, trying to find his brother within the expansive mansion.
"Treecko!" the Treecko added in. Mokuba smiled down at his very first Pokémon who smile-smirked back. They were standing in the hall outside of Seto's home office, having just searched in there for the elder Kaiba, but finding nothing except Seto's close-to-evolving Meowth asleep on his desk, curled around a clear jar of pennies Mokuba had given as a peace-offering to the shine-loving Pokémon.
Getting no response back, Mokuba sighed and said to his Treecko, "Well, I guess we'll just have to wait."
The Treecko also sighed, "Tree," and scuffed his foot across the floor.
"It's okay. I need to go and water Bellsprout anyway." Mokuba began making his way back down the hallway they had come.
He could understand his Treecko's disappointment; he had really wanted to tell Seto about their victory as well, but his brother had an uncanny knack for being able to disappear and not be found until he was ready. Unless they wanted to provoke Seto's Meowth into going to fetch him, which would really only get them torn up from the kitty-thing's teeth and claws. They had no choice but to pass the time until Seto chose to reveal himself again.
Halfway across the mansion, on the way to its trainer's room, Treecko leaped onto the back of Mokuba's vest, avoiding his long black hair, tugging on the yellow fabric above Mokuba's heart.
"Okay, okay." Pulling out one of the pokéballs he'd had earlier, Mokuba said, "Come on out, Machop," releasing the Pokémon.
The grayish, boyish Pokémon immediately walked up to his trainer, a smile upon its open face. Meeting Mokuba's hazy lavender eyes with its own large red ones, the Machop gave a rumbling, purring growl of greeting within its throat.
"Hello, Machop."
"Treecko." The green Pokémon leaped down from Mokuba's back and walked up to miniature, turtle-ish body-builder. Lord only knows why, but the two Pokémon had become great friends, and it was Machop that Mokuba had used in tandem with Treecko to capture the Venonat just a short time earlier. They were a remarkable, if somewhat unlikely, pair.
The two walked side by side behind Mokuba, chattering away at each other, saying who-knew-what, though Treecko was rubbing its upper arm where the Venonat had pinched it with its miniature pincers. Perhaps they were speaking about the battle that had just been in, reveling in their victory.
After turning down a flight of stairs and making their way to the eastern side of the mansion, the trio of human and Pokémon reached a closed set of white double-doors. Grabbing the French handles of each of the doors, Mokuba turned and pushed them open, flooding the hallway with sunlight. He and his Treecko and Machop walked into the bright, wide open room, steps creaking on the long beams of white-painted wood that made up the floor.
The room itself was actually an old solarium that had been remodeled to fit Mokuba's needs when he became a trainer hardly three years ago. Almost everything was white, and if it wasn't white, that's because it was a clear glass window.
"Bell?" a drowsy Bellsprout asked from its pot on a stand in the center of the room. Seeing who it was, it began waving its leaves and pear-like head lazily back and forth, basking in the sunlight, but twitching its roots, showing it was ready to be watered.
"I'm coming, you silly little 'Sprout," Mokuba informed it kindly enough. The Bellsprout used one of its roots to grab and rattle its pot, indicating its impatience. Mokuba rolled his eyes, strolling over to the deep porcelain sink set in the southwestern corner of the room. After twisting the old-fashioned faucets to their full extent and placing a giant tin watering can beneath the torrent, Mokuba looked around the "playroom," as he called the solarium.
Rather than housing plants or even acting as a sitting area for anyone, the room was used as a place for Mokuba's Pokémon to wander about freely, giving the room its name. They could use the entire mansion as their roaming grounds should they and Mokuba wish them to, but seeing as Seto's Pokémon already had sovereignty over the house, and seeing as they were Seto's Pokémon, they hadn't been raised as the friendliest Pokémon. It was a more practical and safe thing to keep them confined to this one area.
Bellsprout took the center stage, insisting his little pot be in the exact middle of the room, speaking to the little Pokémon's big ego. Treecko had a nest of vines built in a hammock-like structure over the sink, while Machop had a nest of bundled-up blankets just to the side of the same sink. A 500-gallon fish tank on the opposite side of the room was where Mokuba's Poliwag spent much of its time. And, a nine by nine dirt square placed in the northeastern corner of the room was where his Oddish was currently planted, with only its clumping of green leaves sticking out above the soul. A folding cot Mokuba had brought in when he'd found himself falling asleep on Machop's bed was set up beside the plot of dirt.
He hadn't intended for it to happen, but it was slowly beginning to look as if his specialty was going to be grass-type Pokémon. Admittedly, it was only three of five, three of six now after the Venonat, but none of his other Pokémon had a common thread among them, and Venonat as a bug-type was pretty close to being grass-type in Mokuba's, and in Seto's, opinion.
Except, plant-types loved sunlight, as was illustrated by the fact that the playroom was a solarium. Venonats liked bright lights, but only within the darkness. The fact that this one had been out during the day was unusual. Looking around, Mokuba didn't see a single place with enough shadow that his new Venonat's highly sensitive eyes would be protected in. This was an unexpected dilemma.
The watering can began to overflow. Mokuba turned the water off and lifted the heavy can up so that it rested on the edge of the sink. First, Mokuba emptied the can partway into the nearby pots from which grew the vines that made up Treecko's bedding. Next, he went over to the Bellsprout, which waved its leaves happily and sunk its roots deep into the soil of its accommodating pot in preparation for the dousing to come.
"Enjoy, little 'Sprout," Mokuba said, a wry twist to his lips as the Bellsprout completely ignored him in favor of the shower. It made sense in some ways that the Pokémon didn't respond well to Mokuba. Technically, it wasn't his; it was Seto's. Some business affiliate or another had given it to him, seemingly not having a clue as to the sort of Pokémon that Seto had a preference for. Seto had passed it on to Mokuba, and the only reason the Bellsprout bothered to stay with the younger Kaiba was that it had plenty of good water, soil, and sunlight to feast upon while in his possession.
Whatever, little 'Sprout, Mokuba thought, deciding to make a date sometime soon to catch the Pokémon officially, so that there was no doubt that the Bellsprout was his.
Mokuba moved on, heading for the dirt patch and the bunch of leaves sticking out. Mokuba sprinkled the remaining water inches of water over the Oddish, knowing that while the Poliwag was gone, Oddish had probably dunked itself in the tank of water and wasn't in need of any serious hydration.
The bundle of leaves began to give muffled giggles as the droplets of water tickled its green appendages. Kneeling down, with a giant smile on his face, Mokuba gently tugged on the leaf nearest to him. The Oddish gave a shriek of surprise and delight before it began giggling again. The leaves began to wave and quiver wildly, and suddenly the round, blue head of the Pokémon popped from the ground with a happy declaration of, "Oddish!"
Mokuba laughed. "Hello," he clucked at it. Treecko was most definitely Mokuba's favorite Pokémon, having been his first and his most loyal, but Oddish was the one that continuously brought him enjoyment and played the most on Mokuba's own lightheartedness.
"Do you want to help me with something a little later?" he whispered to it conspiratorially.
"Odd!" it squealed elatedly, struggling to gets its feet out of the hole it had burrowed itself into, its exuberance demanding that it jump and gallivant around the room to show its glee to everyone else and inspire them to be just as joyful.
Mokuba laughed again and lifted the Oddish from its hole, keeping it cupped in his hand. "Shush. Later we're going to take that Bellsprout down a couple of pegs, but, for now, we need to keep it a secret. We can't let the little 'Sprout find out, 'kay?"
The Oddish looked at Mokuba with wide eyes and mouth formed into a tiny, little 'o'. Then, it did its best to nod, causing its feet to move in a pendulum motion back and forth in the gap between Mokuba's hands, babbling its name over and over again. Abruptly, having taken in Mokuba's words completely, Oddish stilled its movements and did its best to making a shushing sound, making it sound more like an "isssshhhhh" instead.
Mokuba laughed again, setting the Oddish down and patting it gently on its side, since patting it on its head would crumple its leaves.
Mokuba thought as he got up and walked to the fish tank, I probably should have waited to tell it. The Bellsprout was bound to get suspicious of Oddish if it continued staring at it like it was, an eager look in its eyes as it bit its tiny lower lip to keep itself from chirping out Mokuba's plan. But, even while watching the Bellsprout, the Oddish was able to walk sideways and follow Mokuba to the tank.
Mokuba pulled a pokéball from inside his vest and released the contents that came slipping out.
Mokuba did his best to catch the Poliwag, but its slimy skin had it slipping about in his hand, and the best he could do was toss it in the general direction of the tank so that it at least didn't fall on the floor.
The skittish Poliwag immediately darted behind a mass of salveyo weed tricked into growing in the tank.
Now, only one occupied pokéball was in Mokuba's vest.
"Treecko?" Mokuba called. The Pokémon looked over from where it and Machop had been sitting on the floor in front of the Bellsprout, having a thumb-war, allowing the other Pokémon to win, not that it wouldn't have anyway.
"I'm going to my room to get to know the Venonat. Do you want to come or stay here?"
The Treecko got up and went to stand by the doors, giving its answer.
Up in Mokuba's room, Mokuba and Treecko were closing all the blinds, making the room as dark as possible, though leaving the door to the hall open so that a large rectangle of light remained spread on the floor.
Taking a seat in the patch of light, Mokuba took off his vest and laid it on the floor beside him. Reaching inside, he got out his newly filled pokéball. "Ready, Treecko?"
"Treecko," the Pokémon responded from an electrical outlet beside the bed.
Mokuba let the Venonat out.
At first, it was dazed by the light from the hall, stalling a few feet from Mokuba. Then, it hurried off into the darkness, its clodhopper feet hustling as fast as they could, in the opposite direction of the Treecko that had helped beat and catch it.
"Now's good, Treecko," Mokuba said after having just watched the Venonat shift around in the darkness for a little while, getting itself acquainted with the room, paying special attention to a pair of Mokuba's discarded sneakers at one point.
Treecko plugged in an old nightlight of Mokuba's, immediately catching the Venonat's attention out of the corner of its eye. Treecko began walking up towards Mokuba, causing the Venonat to shift it weight from foot to foot in anticipation
The moment Treecko was firmly seated next to Mokuba, Venonat hustled over to the nightlight, darting around the frame of light they were sitting in. Upon reaching it, the Venonat began running its antennae over the apparatus, its attention singularly devoted to the light-emitting device.
"…I think it's curious," Mokuba declared after a while of just watching the Pokémon. The shoes had really given it away, but the way it kept seemingly trying to find the reason why the light was glowing really clinched Mokuba's theory.
Each of Mokuba's Pokémon had a trait or two that truly represented the Pokémon in Mokuba's mind. Treecko was loyal, Machop was friendly, Bellsprout was stuck-up, Poliwag was skittish and aloof, and Oddish was gleeful and childlike. Venonat being curious would be a wonderful addition as far as Mokuba was concerned.
Suddenly, a shadow fell over Mokuba and his Treecko. Looking over his shoulder, Mokuba saw his big brother's silhouette, but his silhouette was the only thing he saw framed in the doorway; there was no actual person there.
Smiling with a sarcastic edge in his eyes, Mokuba asked, "Is my brother back, then?"
The silhouette began melting, losing its form until nothing humanoid was left in the space that had been previously occupied. Instead, a Gengar floated where Seto's chest would have been, chuckling to itself over its favorite little prank. He turned his back to the younger Kaiba, scarlet-glowing eyes glancing back over its shoulder, waiting for Mokuba to get up and follow the ghostly being to wherever Seto was waiting for him.
"I'm coming," Mokuba told the thing, getting to his feet. Treecko followed his trainer's lead, keeping a careful eye latched onto the creepy, phantasmal Gengar.
"Come here, little Venonat," Mokuba coaxed as he recalled the Pokémon to its new home within the pokéball. "I can't wait 'til Seto gets to see you."
I just can't seem to help myself from making crossovers with Pokémon ^-^.
Most of my information I've acquired from Bulbagarden, a sub-site of Wikipedia. Occasionally, I've twisted things to benefit my story, but I've mostly kept to what I've found there. If there are any extremely erroneous facts or details, please do inform me, but do so in a polite manner. I want to be as accurate as I can be with my fics, but there's no need for flames if things are incorrect.
Finally, I may not be getting back to this story for a while, but I have every intention to finish it. The amount of reviews I get will probably influence it, but I have a lot of stuff going on with my main and other sub-account, so it's difficult to predict.
Thanks for reading, and please review!
