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Grasping the Moon
Chapter 1 – Home Again
A Spearow circled over the trees with disciplined patience. Hunting was slow work these days, especially so close to Mount Moon, but if he let up his vigilance a moment, he would go to sleep hungry again tonight – but even as he considered the thought, he saw something emerge foolishly from the light brush below. A Caterpie.
With a shrill cry, the Spearow swooped in and snatched the exposed bug from the ground with his beak. The Caterpie struggled intensely, so the Spearow landed on a tree and beat it against the trunk until it went still. Satisfied with his catch, the Spearow heard a rustle from just behind, and decided to take off to enjoy his meal in private.
The undergrowth below shook and out burst an Eevee, sniffing the ground and looking around intensely. The tiny dog-like creature glanced back to watch his master emerge behind him.
Gary Oak wiped a small branch from out of his face and breathed in a deep breath, one he thoroughly enjoyed. Slapping his face and rubbing his hands down his long grey shirt, he gazed around the plant life, recognising the flora of his homeland, from which he had been absent so many years. Out here in the middle of nowhere, it seemed how it always had, despite how much Kanto as a whole had changed since he had roamed it as a kid. Looking up through the light canopy of trees, Gary could make out the distinct form of Mount Moon not so far away.
"Ha! See that, Eevee?" He exclaimed, as his pokémon scampered up his clothes into his arms. Gary pointed at the peak, proof that they had made it. It glittered with the unnamed energies within it. "Impassable, my foot!"
He looked back over his shoulder to the way he came, over the dense mountains separating Sinnoh in the north and Kanto in the south, long thought to be far too dangerous to cross. Gary had showed them all up though, that's for certain. Looking forward he took in disorganised wildness of the forest, trees lunging over them with hunger, moss and stone paving the ground. It was so good to be home.
Leaping from the nook in his arms, Eevee circled on the ground in front of Gary, squeaking up at him cutely. Gary laughed.
"So, what do you think? Down to Pewter then onto the Plateau to take back what's ours?"
Eevee smiled back up at Gary and darted onward. Adjusting the sword at his side, Gary trotted behind, AK-47 bouncing off his back.
They didn't go terribly far when Gary noticed a Pidgeot circling in the sky. The sight made his eyes narrow. Pokémon that powerful weren't native to this area – it probably belonged to a trainer, and from the way it was circling, it was searching for something. Pidgeots had powerful eyes, so he and Eevee were probably already noticed, but the bird hadn't done a thing about it, implying that they weren't its quarry. That was somewhat comforting – no one should have known the pair was coming.
Eevee had climbed up on a high root to look up at the flying pokémon, but at his master's nod, they both set off again.
Pressing on through the trees for a spell, the pair soon heard voices. They hit a forest track and saw further up that it broadened into something like a clearing, where a group of trainers were engaging in a search, presumably the same as the earlier Pidgeot's.
Slipping closer off-road, Gary noticed they were all armed and wearing feather-based paraphernalia. League trainers. Ducking behind a rock, Gary saw that one – the only decently dressed one in the bunch – was barking orders. The Pallet Trainer smirked at the thought of a fight so soon into his glorious return to Kanto.
He leaned in to Eevee, who was by his face. "How about we start things off with a bang?" Eevee squealed with delight.
Gary broke cover casually and strolled up to the search party. As he approached, he began to pick up the instructions their leader was shouting.
"- every nook and cranny. I swear by everything holy that if we don't find her I'll kill every single one of you! Look behind that rock, you -"
The leader had his back to him, and only turned after all of his grunts had detected the stranger first. They were shocked at his audacity, walking into League business so brazenly – armed, to boot.
One of the trainers, a large, bald man with a feathery headpiece levelled his carbine and addressed the newcomer. "Who are you?"
Gary tried to hide his cocky look, but couldn't. He waved his hand around flippantly. "Oh, just a tourist. What's up?"
The League henchmen glanced at each other suspiciously. A tall man in everyday dress carrying an assault rifle and long sword walking alone in the forest, with his Eevee galloping before his feet? Far too bizarre. Their leader narrowed his eyes and remained silent.
Taking charge in lieu of their leader's instruction, the initial bald thug nodded to the rest, who raised their weapons. "Alright freeze." Gary stopped. "What did you do with the woman?"
Gary was genuinely surprised. "Woman? Isn't this a lot of men to be tracking down one poor girl?"
The League trainers weren't buying his honest ignorance. The bald man raised his carbine to eye-level. "Nice try, rebel. I think we know what happened to her, boss." A couple of pokémon flashed out of their pokéballs. A Far'fetchd, a Pidgeotto… both bird-types.
"What are you, a flying-type club?" Asked Gary, raising his eyes in amusement.
"You have three seconds to drop your weapons and surrender." The safety was flipped.
Unconcerned about his diminishing time, Gary scratched his chin. "Aren't you scared you'll be killing a poor, innocent bystander?"
"Like we care." Answered the bald man, opening fire.
But Gary was already moving. He hid behind a nearby rock as the bullets sprayed impotently over its face. Eevee had leapt forward with incredible agility, moving faster than human eyes could follow, and dodged between the bursts of gunfire.
The small pokémon head-butted the bald man in the stomach with such force that he fell back, blood spraying from his mouth.
This naturally made Eevee the more fearsome target, and the gunmen all focussed their fire on him, hitting their downed comrade in the process. The small dog slipped easily around their clumsy shots and jumped another of them, biting deep into his throat. That grunt could only manage a gargled cry before he surrendered his life.
At this time the Far'fetchd engaged the deceptively cute pokémon. A single swipe with its surprisingly sharp leek was all that it could manage before Eevee ducked around it and tail-whipped his opponent in the beak. There was a telling snap and the Far'fetchd fell limp, never to rise.
The other two gunmen were so distracted that they didn't notice Gary come up behind them. The first was only clued in when Oak drove the point of his sword through his back. The final League trainer turned his rifle, but Gary had taken his skewered comrade's gun and beat him at the draw. As the fourth opponent fell dead to the ground, the pokémon master turned to watch Eevee duck beneath the Pidgeotto's attempt at a peck.
"Eevee, use a thunder-kick."
His pokémon squeaked his approval, and crouched in ready as the Pidgeotto, angered after its master's death, banked around to take another swoop at the tiny dog. As it approached, Eevee started to give off a low noise.
"Eeeeeeeee…" he went, lightning beginning to cackle around his paw. Enough electric power was generated that the dirt at that foot began to shift and churn. As the mad Pidgeotto came in low, Eevee flipped into the air and delivered the attack.
On contact, the kick seemed to explode in light and lightning. The Pidgeotto scream of pain tore through the woods as thousands of volts of electricity ripped through its flesh and organs. Eevee and Pidgeotto landed on the ground at the same time, except Pidgeotto was smoking and probably ready to eat.
Having pulled his blade from the trainer's corpse, Gary and his pokémon turned their attention to the group leader, who had hardly lifted a finger to save his wingmen. He cut a dark figure, long night-black hair falling over one side of his face, leaving only one cruel, eagle-eyed glare. His light Japanese-style garb betrayed no obvious weapon, but the way he stood shouted menace.
"You probably don't remember me." He suddenly started, surprising Gary somewhat. "My name is Falkner. We met in Johto, but here I am the Gym Leader of Viridian City." His hand rose, revealing a pokéball, which he dropped to the ground.
As the ball opened, Gary observed with half-interest a Dodrio emerge. The bird set one of each of his hate-filled faces focused on Gary and Eevee, and the last watching his master. "Viridian City? That gym's a little prestigious for someone of your level." Frankly, he found it a little incredible that he ran into a Gym Leader the very moment he entered the nation.
Falkner snarled. "You know nothing about my level, Gary Oak." The invader was overly pleased that he was recognised. "I don't care how great a trainer you once were, I will kill you and take your head back to Indigo Plateau in triumph."
With a brief gesture, Falkner ordered Dodrio into battle. He charged Eevee directly, and as the small dog bounded to the side, Dudrio lashed out with each of his heads even as he skidded across the dirt path. Eevee bounced and weaved around each snapping beak, but the attacks came in quick sequence, and the puppy gave ground to the Dodrio's rapid advance.
Gary only just looked away from the pokémon to see that his own opponent was already upon him, a thick hunting-knife twirling around his thumb. Leaping back, the knife's keen edge passed just short of his chest, and Gary had hardly a moment to raise his sword defensively before the Flying trainer was on him again, pressing him with equal ferocity to his Dodrio.
Every step back was a hard dodge as Falkner kept slashing with the blade – shaped, in particularly kitsch fashion, like a bird wing. One can't fence with so short a weapon, so steel never met as Gary and Falkner ducked around each other's sweeps and stabs in gymnastic fashion.
Lunging forward aggressively, Falkner attempted to stab into Gary's heart, but the other man proved even spryer than he had previously demonstrated, jerking to the side and snapping up Falkner's knife hand in his own. Gary raised his sword to stab down between shoulder and neck, but the flying trainer surprised him by springing up onto Gary's thigh and leaping high into the air. Rotating around his captured hand, he delivered a strong kick to the side of Gary's face.
Releasing Falkner's hand, Gary stumbled backwards while his opponent landed deftly on his feet. Falkner almost started forward to finish the reeling trainer, but stalled when Gary laughed aloud.
"Amazing!" Said Gary, turning and resuming a guarding ward. Falkner frowned at the smirk breaking across Gary's face. "I didn't give you enough credit! I'll have to stop going easy on you."
Eevee rolled to the side as Dodrio's beak hammered down again, its beak piercing the earth. Earth and stone went flying as it tore free and circled on Eevee again. Gary's pokémon had no time to react, as it was busy avoiding the other two beaks running him through. The unending pattern resumed as the three heads took turns striking out in vain at the brown dog.
Suddenly, Eevee had his chance. Twisting away from an attempt at a head-butt, he swept around on the ground, kicking up dust. With his hindfeet, Eevee sprayed it up into Dodrio's face. The bird instinctively pulled back as this sand attack stung its many eyes, giving Eevee a moment to counter-attack.
With a low growl, Eevee turned back his head, and then swung it forward again, launching a swift attack. A cluster of stars formed from pure energy struck Dodrio hard in its many faces, leaving it further exposed as Eevee lunged into its puffy body. Taking the Dodrio down hard, Eevee made to leap off, but the bird reacted with surprising speed, one head latching onto Eevee's paw, and swinging him far.
Striking the ground with force, Eevee squeaked with pain. Pushing itself upright, he glanced up and dropped back down urgently, a wave of hot energy missing by a margin so fine that the hairs of his crème mane were singed. Rolling to his feet, Eevee sprinted forward while Dodrio's three heads danced, settling in a triangle position. Each of the three heads glowed with a different form of energy, before they simultaneously cried out, three beams of energy firing as one.
Eevee leapt over the tri-attack, the beam striking a tree and exploded, sending fragments of ice and burn splinters showering over the area. Attempting to slip in before the next blast, Eevee leapt directly at Dodrio, teeth bared, only to be struck in the face by one of its long legs.
Recovering before he even finishing somersaulting in the air, Eevee suddenly shot forward so fast that he disappeared. Unable to defend against such a quick attack, Dodrio was helpless as Eevee collided with its middle head causing it to fall back at a sickening angle, blood flinging from its beak.
As the Dodrio collapsed and Eevee landed on his feet, the small dog pokémon noticed a heavy shadow pass overhead. Eyes widening with understanding, Eevee turned to warn his master, but couldn't make a noise before Dodrio, one head dangling behind, tackled him with its full body weight.
Meanwhile, Falkner had wisely decided to change strategy, duck swiftly in and out with precision strikes at different angles. Gary had managed to stay out of injury with nothing more than a nick or two on his filthy shirt, but he couldn't help but marvel at the distance and speed that the bird master could jump – almost as if he could fly.
Falkner bound from one point to another, and then suddenly sprung forward, wing-knife arching towards Gary's throat. Oak managed to catch the knife on his sword, but Falkner rolled over the longsword, flipping around Gary with impossible grace, lashing out again before he even landed. An expression of amazement on his face, Gary pulled back with barely a hair-width to spare, the blade scraping across his trailing rifle. It was like gravity didn't apply to this man…
Retreating back a good distance, Falkner shocked Gary by leaping clean over his head. Frozen, Gary almost didn't hear the sound of something heavy tearing through the wind behind him.
Barrelling forward, Gary avoided sudden death as the Pidgeot from earlier careened past. Falkner leapt forward, bringing the knife down to finish the job, but Gary threw up his brown boot, catching the Johto-ite in the stomach. With considerable strength, Gary tossed him aside and jack-knifed to his feet.
"Did you think I'd forgotten about him, huh?" Gary asked, cracking his neck with a smarmy look on his face.
Falkner's perpetual frown deepened still, and he got to his knees and launched off like a sprinter. Gary didn't even need his eyes open to dodge his obvious attack.
Cautious of the circling Pidgeot, Gary quickly guided the fight to the edge of the clearing so that the bird couldn't even attempt a swoop at him without colliding with a tree. Pidgeot saw that Gary was wise to his game, and curled away to join the critically injured Dodrio against the surprisingly powerful Eevee.
Falkner paused suddenly, breathing heavily. Sweat trickled down his brow as he glared at Oak, trying to figure out some way of taking down the other trainer. Gary, who didn't seem half tired, took the moment to glance to the side and see Eevee dance around the teamwork of the two bird-types. This was getting tedious.
Swallowing the saliva in his mouth and gasping drew Gary's attention back to the panting Falkner.
"All that jumping around gets you tired out quickly, hey?"
"Why are you here?" Falkner spat out, starting to get the notion he probably wouldn't win. "Are you with the Rebellion?"
Gary smiled with amusement. "Rebellion? I don't even know what you're talking about – I only got here today!" Scratching the back of his head Gary sighed in boredom. "Now, watcha say you head on home and tell your boss that you-know-who is back in town."
Falkner spat at him. Actually spat.
Gary shrugged. "Alright." Gary turned to yell to his Eevee. "Hey Eevee, finish it up already. Hyper beam!"
Falkner's stony scowl shattered and he turned his head in shock. Hyper beam? Impossible! Eevees can't even learn…
Gary's Eeevee responded to his orders by launching two successive quick attacks, knocking both birds to the ground in less than a half-second. Dodrio fell backwards on top of its ruined head, while Pidgeot spun wildly, scrapping across the ground in a trail of kicked-up dirt.
Eevee reappeared some distance away from them. Using the space, Eeevee threw back his head and braced himself, drawing huge amounts of energy from within. The cute little thing started giving off a low growl.
"Eeeeeeeeee…"
As the volume grew, a white ball formed just above Eevee's snout, growing in size. Amazingly, it went past the normal limit and kept growing. Falkner had seen his fair share of hyper beams, but the initial ball never grew beyond the size of a Jigglypuff – but this one… the size of a Raticate, a Pidgeotto, a Graveller… Falkner took a step backwards.
Unnatural winds picked up, tossing twigs and leaves around the clearing. Pebbles and loose dirt were rising into the air. Suddenly, the earth around Eevee's front paws shattered from the sheer power his little body was producing. The ball was already seven Eevees across – Falkner's pokémon knew that if they didn't try something now, they could end up very dead.
They both darted forward together, Pidgeot in the air, Dodrio sprinting along the ground, intent on killing the puppy before he could fire that… thing.
"…eeeeeEEEEEEE!"
With a final cry, Eevee threw his head down and unleashed the huge store of energy. Falkner shouted out, but his pokémon had not time to move as the beam struck like a freight train. Both of their bodies were disintegrated instantly, and the blast burned through the clearing, shredding the earthen floor and detonating the entire north side of the battlefield in a colossal explosion.
The wind tunnel behind such an attack whipped about the field, flinging the scattered corpses and sending debris flying. Eevee stood as if he didn't even feel the gale.
Falkner raised his hand to shield his eye from the falling earth and blood. Gritting his teeth, he knew he had to kill Gary now, or he, if not the League, was doomed.
Spinning without hesitation, Falkner jumped forward right over Gary's head, hoping to land and get him in the back. Gary was ready though, and unslinging his AK-47, swung it up in the air as Falkner passed.
Everything went in slow motion for Falkner as he saw the strap that hung the gun from Gary's shoulder fly up into the air. Unable to control his flight, he could do nothing to avoid it as it caught his foot. He opened his jaws to scream, but never had the chance as the slack picked up and he was tripped mid-air, crashing face-first into the ground.
Gary turned around and drove his sword through Falkner's heart where he lay.
"Falkner, huh?" Gary said. "I'll remember that next time."
Slinging his rifle back over his shoulder and wiping the blood off his sword on Falkner's clothing, Gary turned to Eevee, who had trotted back to him.
"Eee."
"Moron should have flown off." Gary commented as his pokémon scurried up his clothes and onto his shoulder. About to sheathe his sword, Gary froze when he heard a noise in the trees behind him.
Spinning with terrifying speed, Gary's sword cleft through a thin tree and stopped hardly a centimetre from a soft, pretty neck.
"Hel-lo!"
The target gasped and went stiff, and Gary got a good look at the woman in front of him, wide blue-green eyes and shock orange hair down to her shoulders – he recognised her immediately.
"G-Gary?!" She stuttered, something between horror and relief on her face.
A stunned moment passed before the returning trainer moved
"Well then," started Gary, withdrawing his sword. "What do I call you now? Princess? Your Ladyship?"
"Misty will do." She answered dryly, still a little stunned. Gary noted that she hadn't really changed as she got older - still tall, thin, shortish hair - dressed in a yellow vest and denim shorts. Nothing of the regal bearing and attire he assumed she would have picked up, given the circumstances.
"So, I guess these guys were looking for you?" Gary ventured, waving his sword playfully. "Did I just save your scrawny keister, or do I need to use this again?"
Misty balked at his comment, and a very savage look overcame her face. Gary jumped back at the surprisingly intense reaction. "Scrawny?!" She yelled, swinging a large steel hammer.
"Whoa!" cried Gary falling on his back to avoid getting hit, surprised a woman of such slim frame could swing such a heavy item so furiously. The weapon struck another tree, causing it to snap violently. Gary was indignant. "What are you trying to do? Kill me?!"
Slinging the hammer over her shoulder, Misty put a hand on her hip and looked judgmental. "If you don't watch your tongue, I might just have to." Gary muttered lowly as he pulled himself upright, ignoring his Eevee's giggles.
Letting the hammer-head fall to the ground, Misty gazed over the scene of battle, mood changing with frightening rapidity. "So, you killed Falkner?" Gary nodded. She looked uncomfortable with the idea, but said nothing. Gary found that to his liking.
She turned and looked at him with thinking eyes. In the time since she had seen this man, he had grown tall – even taller than her. It was no surprise to see him turn out so handsome – everyone had expected it – but his hair and clothes were a mess.
Gary Oak – the one and only – was back, and no prizes for guessing what for – Misty's eyes were drawn to the green and yellow ying-yang necklace hung deep around his neck. She didn't really want him going down to the Plateau unless it was on her terms. This was, however, a God-given opportunity. Perhaps the rendezvous' interruption was a blessing in disguise…
The look dragged on, and Gary began to glance around nervously.
"What?"
No point in letting this man roam unchecked, at any rate. Fortunately, Misty knew how to deal with men of his type.
With a sigh, Misty lifted her weapon again and picked up a backpack by her feet. Filling her voice with a victimised wisp, she said: "I have to get going, there are more after me. Thanks for your help."
Gary was stunned at such a short exchange after so big an event, and he wasn't going to let so important an acquaintance just walk on by. Sheathing his sword, he jogged up by her side, Eevee darting around his feet.
"Whoa, hey, where are you going?"
She didn't stop, but answered politely. "I was meant to meet someone, but Falkner followed me. I'll have to get to Cerulean City to reorganise."
Gary looked up at the shimmering mountain in the distance. That would mean she'd need to pass through Mt Moon.
"Are you sure? Do you want me to come with you?" Indigo Plateau could wait a while.
"I can take care of myself perfectly fine, thank you very much."
"But there are guys after you!"
"And what's that to you?"
Gary shrugged and smiled. "Well, hey, we red-heads should stick together, right?"
Misty rolled her eyes. Gary hardly qualified as 'red-head'. "Thank you for your concern, but I'm used to danger."
At her repeated refusals, Gary had to concede. She was an ex-Gym Leader – she knew how to defend herself. Besides, it really was just a distraction from his real goal – and in the totally wrong direction!
He stopped and let her walk out of sight, through the trees. Such an odd occurance, but in the end none of his business. He looked down to Eevee, and they both just shrugged at each other.
Rolling his shoulder, he turned to go down Pewter-way, but Misty poked her head back into view suddenly.
"Are you coming?" She shouted in frustration. Gary and Eevee exchanged a look. What the hell?
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The Pewter Quarries were thick with heat and forced labour. Each pit, burrowed deep into the ground like a corkscrew, was manned by long trains of workers, chained together at the feet and watched in detail by guards carrying curved swords. Cheap wooden scaffolding formed a crude framework from which the expendable manpower could operate, chiselling large chunks of rock from the stone walls.
Ferried down by various imprisoned pokémon, the reddish stone was heaped into a hole, within which a pack of Onix rolled around, crushing the ore beneath them until it was fine enough to process. Geodudes and other rock-types who could survive the Onix powerful work carried armfuls of the powdered ore into a giant smelting pool at the base of the pit, a lake of fire kept constantly a light by an army of fire pokémon.
Jasmine pointed over a stream of molten iron running from this pool down to the forge-pits closer to the town.
"As I'm sure you're aware, Champion," Jasmine, Gym Leader of Pewter, continued, lecturing her bored master. She was tall and imperial, wearing a long wispy white robe and keeping her hair sharply up at the temple like wings. She had all the look and bearing of a Roman goddess. "The ground around Pewter is very rich in ore. Utilising our over-abundance of layabouts, criminals and, of course, Rebellion prisoners, we can at last convert this putrid rock into pure steel."
Her eyes gleamed at the prospect.
"If we can establish proper factories, this ore could allow us to produce firearms of our own, so we would no longer be forced to trade with…" She turned to look at her audience.
How much of this the League Champion was taking in was questionable, as he was currently cleaning his ear with his pinky, and the woman at his side didn't seem much more attentive. Jasmine was deeply annoyed at this, but she maintained her composure. It wouldn't do to lose face in front of so important a man, not to mention her underlings.
Jasmine glanced at the woman. A girl of strikingly sensual appearance, with long brown bangs flapping at the side of her face, dressed in a curve-hugging shirt and mini-skirt. The League Champion was not known as a man of great discretion, but it was unthinkable that he should be seen so publicly with such a tramp, especially when he had a wife for such appearances. Jasmine rolled her eyes; even that graceless tomboy of a wife was better than this girl.
But the Champion was impervious to advice and good sense – he was still wearing that damned baseball cap, for goodness sake! What sort of leader wore such common apparel? All his lieutenants had begged him to wear a crown or military cap… At least it was of the concession design that he and the Gym-Leaders had agreed upon – black with a golden crown embroided on the front.
"Perhaps," she said, in a measured tone. "The Champion would prefer to retire to his quarters early and continue the inspection tomorrow?"
He yawned, and Jasmine took this as a yes, swallowing the insult. Honestly, if he weren't so damned powerful…
A commotion picked up behind her, and she turned to see a Graveller and a small group of men burst into the quarry, catching her guards and overseers by surprise. The Champion perked up noticeable, while his 'escort' craned her neck to see what was happening. Jasmine sighed, taking a pokéball from her side and signalling some units from her Iron Guard.
"Excuse me, Champion, but it seems I need to deal with a slight nuisance."
Her master waved her down. "Nah nah, we've got this. May?" He addressed the tart. She look put-upon, adjusted her gloves and tied a bandanna around her head.
They were gone in a flash, and Jasmine wished to heaven that they'd get out of her city as soon as possible.
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The League Guards had gotten their act together faster than anticipated, and the Rebels were fought back without even freeing any prisoners. At least there were minimal casualties, they considered, as the old members of the Boulder Gym regrouped in the light woods outside the City. They planned to curl around and attack another quarry and at least rescue someone today.
"I can't believe they're doing this to our town!" Exclaimed Hykar, checking on his Rhyhorn as it came up beside him. "If I ever get my hands on that woman, so help me I'll…"
"If you value your arse, you won't try." Broke in 'Cue Ball' – as he was affectionately known. He was a large man in leather with a bald, shiny head. "She's out of our league. We've got to play it smart."
Realising this all too well, Hykar glanced back over his shoulder. "You don't think they followed us, do you?"
"Grrrrnoow." Answered his Rhyhorn, shaking its head. Hykar relaxed and turned back to the other ten trainers as they gathered into a circle to figure out where to hit next.
"Oh boys…"
All the heads, human and pokémon alike turned in shock to see a ravishingly beautiful young woman draped coquettishly over a nearby rock, a Beautifly settled on her knee. She waved cutely with a gloved hand. It was a very tempting sight, and in different circumstances, the rebels might have reacted differently.
They leapt to their feet weapons at the ready, distancing themselves from the visage.
"Who are you?" Demanded Cue Ball, the unspoken question being 'and how did you get so close without us noticing?'
She gave the lot of them a sorry look and shrugged. "Sorry it's got to be like this, guys."
Beautifly suddenly took to air and fired a blast of psychic energy, hammering Graveller hard and into the air. It split through three trees before hitting the ground.
The men turned back to the girl in horror at the strength of her pokémon, only to see her spinning gracefully through the air and landing a kick on Hykar that was as picturesque as it was powerful. He did a full flip in the air before falling – dead or unconscious, no one knew.
Rhyhorn screamed in rage and the mystery woman flipped acrobatically backwards, landing like she was in a competition. The stony rhino growled and charged mindlessly forward, but hardly made three paces before a yellow streak slammed hard into its side, stony fragments spraying off, rolling the beast.
As it came to rest, all could see that what had struck it so powerfully was a cute little Pikachu.
The men nearest backed off frightfully. Had that Rhyhorn just been beaten by a Pikachu?
Suddenly, Cue Ball cried out in pain as someone drove a katana through his back. Realising they were surrounded, the ex-Pewter trainers all looked back at the newcomer, and recognised him immediately, blank horror freezing their guts.
It was the League Champion himself. Not that tall, he nevertheless looked intimidating in his dark dress and kingly black cape, all in spite of the baseball cap. A dirty black mullet framed his soft features, and dark hair burst from underneath in unkempt fashion. He stood with relaxed power, his cape drifting gently in the light breeze as he counted the Pewter rebels with his brown eyes.
The Champion smiled hesitantly. There was really no good way to carry yourself in front of the people you were about to kill.
He reached up to his cap's bill, and twisted it backwards on his head. The men from the Boulder Gym gasped and cringed. On the hat's back there was stitched a skull.
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Author's notes:
Well, here it is. My first fanfic. As a note, I mix anime and game at my leisure, but its mainly anime. Some charcters are OOC, but none of the main ones (at least, I hope…)
And yes, I know Gary's Eevee evolved into an Umbreon, but I like the idea of the cute Eevee versus the cute Pikachu so much… I didn't realise until after planning everything that Eevee pokémon were so cliché – sorry about that.
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