Wonderful to see the sea of reviews, do enjoy keep it up ;).
Guisniperman: He'll capture a few and make them badasses I can't really say what at the moment because reasons, and yes at this moment Collette is the only one he's with, that may change in the future but for now she's the one.
Extreme-unDEAD: For now, but the future holds mysteries, ooooooh spoooky.
The DarkEnd Dragon: Not to be tangential, but isn't it funny how those three seem to be the most popular Pokemon to bone? A skinny psychic, a rabbit, and a fire chicken. I just find it funny. I'm with everyone on it, but still it tickles my fancy. The answer to your question is above though.
Shadow Of God: Yeah, not that I don't enjoy it, but writing every iteration of his character as a lunatic that bathes in the blood of his enemies is a little grating, I need variation. Plus that attitude doesn't really fit the world so it's a double-whammy of goodness.
Br2nd66: I can agree with you on that, especially the Naruto/Pokemon crossover section. I'm not going for gritty darkness but a little realism will be enough to make some people draw back I'm sure.
ImWiredSoWhat: Yeah, the Dark Souls story has the problem of being started so long ago, and as I got better at writing the difference in quality was obvious. The Dragon Age one is a good bit of fun, I thought I offended people's sensibilities when I only got 2 reviews on chapter 3 XD.
To everyone else I'd like to give a fuzzy little thank you, you lovely cherubs you.
Start.
The flushed look from Nurse Joy always amused him, seeing the trainer and the Pokemon walking off arm in arm, and then waking up the next day to the sound of a shakedown. Menma and Collette poked their heads around to see a pair of people sporting a white version of the Team Rocket uniform, one was a man with short blue hair and dark blue eyes, the other was a woman, a good looking one admittedly, with long red hair, like is she had a snake strapped to her head and coloured it red. She also had teal coloured eyes.
But unfortunately they were trying to rob the centre, and by proxy, him. And that just didn't fly. So he strode out, hands in his pockets, Collette sitting this one out as she'd seen this exact scenario a few times and would rather just not be involved.
"Oh look James, this strapping young man has decided to just surrender. Good on you." Praised the woman with a smug smirk on her red painted lips, Menma inwardly sighed before pulling out a gun.
Yep, a fucking gun.
He leveled the weapon at the woman's throat, the man turned ashen and the Meowth rapidly backed off. The woman choked out her shock and fear coloured her eyes, "How about you three get on your way and I don't colour the wall with you?" He offered lightly, despite the look on his face. She rasped in shock as he continued on. "This is a rather standard 44. Magnum revolver, nothing custom about it besides the etchings on the side, can you see them? The scratches? They're for each person who stood in my way, and was torn down. Do you want to join them? No? Then LEAVE!" He roared, cocking the hammer back.
"You-You-You!"
"T-t-t-today junior!" Snapped the trainer with a snarl making the pair of criminals hug one another and run out the door in terror, the Meowth demanding they wait up. Spinning the gun on his finger he slid it back into his jacket, the Nurse visibly relaxed, "We all good?" He asked, around, "Oh look the boy." He said noticing the mouse and his boy. Menma walked back into his room, as sirens began to sound off, "Late as usual." He grabbed his belongings, and jumped out of the window, he and Collette were met with Pidgeot, picking them up and carrying them off into the forest.
He'd rather not deal with the fools of a degenerate lineage. Anyway, he and Collette began walking again, Menma returned Pidgeot and once more walked arm in arm with his lovely partner.
Viridian Forest.
The forest was lush, and full of life. Bugs about in droves, Menma and Collette were being observed by hundreds of eyes with each step, and finally they were set upon by a human bearing one such pair of eyes, a boy dressed as a samurai for some reason. "You, I will challenge!" He said before throwing out a ball and revealing a Pinsir, a large bug with a brown shell, a vertical mouth filled with independently moving 'teeth', a pair of horns upon its head with barbs surrounding them.
Menma blinked for a moment before shrugging and producing a ball, this was a Dusk Ball, green with a black web pattern on it, he tossed it onto the field with a shake of his head, this revealed, a four winged bat, dark purple in colour with blue eyes and small pointed ears. This was a Crobat.
The boy blinked until he saw his little pet bug fall over frothing at the mouth, its face filled with black pins, each pin popped with a purple noxious gas. "Poison Sting, or I suppose Poison Barrage is more accurate, is devastating if one is willing to train long enough." Crobat fluttered its way onto his shoulder, using it smaller wings as legs and sitting happily with its master.
The boy fell on his ass in shock as the now trio left him in their wake. Crobat was an old companion, one of his first, as Zubat's were so easy to come across. It took a lot of TLC to get a Crobat, as Zubat's were usually pathetically weak, but patience and care allowed him to get quite the powerful little spitfire as his lifelong ally.
Crobat's evolved through trust, unwavering loyalty and love.
Other interesting things happening, nothing. The rest of the walk was rather calm. And quiet, just as he liked, there was less banter than usual but still a silent pleasant trip never went ill received.
They came upon the exit and were set upon by a rather grumpy looking Nidoran Male, a small quadruped with purple skin, a few blotches on its flank, and a cluster of poisonous horns adorning its forehead, adorable big ears on the sides of its head. Menma paused for a moment, he didn't have a Nidoking, and Nidorans were quite easy to raise from what he heard.
"Oh... cool." He mumbled for a moment, nudging Crobat up, the creature fluttered into the air and struck the smaller creature with more Poison Stings, he didn't want to kill the poor thing, and this was Crobat's weakest attack, it helped Nidoran was also a Poison Type.
The creature rolled onto its side, its hind leg twitching, Menma produced a shrunken Poke Ball before tossing it, and snaring the creature within, given how critically wounded it was it was a simple catch and grab. He caught the ball that sought out the tracker on his wrist, that's how they leapt back into peoples hands for future reference.
He pulled the dazed creature out of its new home and administered several hits of Potion. Washing the wounds with Spring Water.
The creature roused after a few minutes of rest and looked up at him curiously, "Yes, I caught you. I'm sure you have some reservations about this but I'll be honest, your opinion on the matter is moot." Nidoran's ears fell flat at the blatant manner of his new master, Menma pat the creatures back, "C'mon, I'll drag you to glory." He said, Crobat being returned as Nidoran followed after him, Collette taking his arm once more.
Later, Just Outside Pewter
"Alright, Poison Barrage on the Pidgey." Ordered Menma, as his new pet tore into its opponent with vicious aptitude, a plethora of purple pins shot from the back of the small Poison Type and turned a flock of Pidgey into a sack of rotten meat in a few moments. "Fuckers were making too much noise." He looked on as Nidoran began feasting on his kills, Menma shrugged and let the creature be, most Pokemon were Omnivores, but some people were so against the idea of them being the natural beasts they were that they kept them on supplements and Berries, this is why his were stronger. They kept their killers instinct, they kept their predators pride.
Also it just made them generally more vicious so that was a great side effect.
Upside though, now he could bond with the little King over fried chicken. 'Chicken' was the name given to creatures bred with no combat ability whatsoever and instead were just used for eating. They were glorious deep fried and drizzled with honey.
"Shit now I've got cravings." Menma wiped a little drool from his lip at the thought, it had been a while since he had a good feed on take-away.
"You're such a woman." Chimed Collette from her spot, leaning against a tree and fiddling with his new Pokedex, he didn't really bother with it, information was easier to access on the Nav-Net. Tangents aside Nidoran came back over licking his chops happily, "I'll put out the bait and we'll wait for the next wave of survival of the fittest." Said Menma, opening a disk shaped, heavily scented, pill. It was bait, it made finding Pokemon immensely easier, it also helped training in the harsher environments, because it allowed most of his team to stick to their guns in the hardest fight, and still come out on top.
Admittedly Mt. Silver was a total fucking chore though, he would never deny that.
Nidoran nodded and just scratched behind its ear, Menma scanned the little fella, plucking the 'Dex from Collette for a moment much to her chagrin. Double Kick, Poison Barrage, Tackle and Tail Whip. Nothing special but that fighting move would come in handy for the Rock Gym. If nothing else it would prove his point that type advantage was all you needed. And planning ahead guaranteed a win.
This is why public schools needed to be more inclusive about this kind of stuff, like just tack on a 'Pokemon Studies' course and the level of general trainer intelligence would skyrocket by the next generation.
This time it was Spearow mixed in with the Pidgey, "Only use Double Kick, if you get hit, sprout barbs on your hide and get that Poison Point working for you, kiddo." Ordered Menma, Nidoran nodded and stalked his way into the grass, stealthy as he could.
The Spearow were getting all bitchy with the Pidgey so they were distracted until a large purple form shot out of the thicket, a glowing foot struck one Spearow reducing its head to mush, then the little Nido' spun in the air, using the corpse to direct himself, and released a few barbs from his hide, making sure his prey couldn't go anywhere.
Menma was happy all it took was a few scenarios to get Nidoran thinking for himself, when he finished eating he plopped back on Menma left and began glowing, "Well that was a productive afternoon I'd say." What emerged was a Nidorino, a much more intimidating version of the previously pudgy purple fella, his legs gained more muscle and his ears lengthened and sharpened, his horn grew some, over all he got bigger and tougher looking.
"How long was that, a few hours?" Asked Collette curiously.
"I guess they really are easy to raise, good for you Nidorino. Come on we'll let you rest up and we'll hit the Gym tomorrow." The creature nodded and plodded after its master, until said master produced its ball and it was allowed to sleep in stasis. Menma pat the ball before shrinking it down and sliding it back into his bag, walking hand in hand with his lover.
"A productive afternoon I'd say." Commented the Gardevoir as they entered the city and made a B-line for the nearest fast-food restaurant.
"Oh definitely, I'm pleased that he grew so quickly. Then again I suppose he was already close to maturity. So many factors not enough effort to give a shit." Menma sighed in mock distress, but strode into the rather quiet KFC with purpose, and that purpose was gluttony.
Pokemon Centre, Later That Night
Menma lay on his side, the smaller form of his love against his, both were only in their smallclothes and just on the precipice of sleep, "Hey... Col." Whispered Menma, his voice rough from the few minutes of complete silence.
"Hmm?"
"I love you." He kissed her head and placed his head back onto the pillow, content. She allowed a small laugh to leave her before she drifted off, her smaller fingers intertwining with his, a silent gesture of 'And I you'.
As the pair slept they were observed, a small camera in the room, all the rooms had them to observe the facility, to make sure nothing untoward happened. Joy almost fluttered out of her seat, hearts in her eyes as she sighed dreamily.
"Oh my, it's so beautiful."
Her moment of cuteness induced delirium was interrupted by a boy, and a Girl was that Misty from the Cerulean City Gym? Why was-no wait that didn't matter, job first curiosity later. "Hello, how can I help you?" She chirped sweetly.
"Oh hi Nurse Joy, would it be Okay if we got a room tonight?" Asked Misty, at Joy's risen brow and eyes glancing to the boy the orangette immediately amended the statement, "Separate, rooms."
"Is he alright?" Whispered Joy, seeing the young man's pale look.
"We found a... lot of blood in field, along with Pokemon Bait, we think someone may have been poaching." Replied Misty, her eyes shifting conspiratorially.
"Oh heavens no, that was just one of our temporary residence, Mr. Uzumaki. To be honest he did the city a favour without even knowing it, the Pidgey and Spearow populations were getting a little high anyway. He was apparently training up one of his new Pokemon."
"How can someone force their Pokemon to do that!" Shouted Ash with horror.
"Well the ecosystem needs to be balanced, unfortunately most trainers don't seem to know this and without a functioning eco-system we'll have overpopulation and loss of resources where there otherwise doesn't have to be." At his baffled look she simplified, "If they're too many of one type all the others suffer."
"That doesn't make killing them any better!" Snapped Ash angrily.
"I'll have to ask you to please keep your voice down, there are many people resting and it's rude to disturb them at such an hour."
"No way! I'm going to find this guy and give him a piece of my mind, c'mon Pikachu!" Ordered the boy, a small mouse immediately following.
"Oh crap." Muttered Misty, a burly Chansey stood in the way of the boy and his pet, delivering a powerful Hypnosis, they both fell down immediately, boneless and snoring. "I'm so sorry Nurse Joy, he's still young and idealistic." Apologized the Gym Leader.
"Oh that's quite alright, I'm unfortunately used to that reaction." The pair of them held a moment of silence to hope nothing too terrible came of this incident.
End.
You know there will be.
Anyway, don't forget to review, even little things encourage me to write more. And I can see this being a good bit of fun.
Raxychaz!
