Okiies, well, here's the next installment. (:
I was kinda trying for humor, but then I wrote the battle and I started to get all serious. XD
The next one will probably be better and longer.
Hope you like it! And thank you for the reviews from last time!
--x d 0 n n a
Disclaimer: D0NNiiEdahM00N does not own Pokemon or any of its characters.
Jump Into My Heart, Why Dontcha? - Chapter Two - Enter: The Pessimistic Emo!
As the breeze swept on, a fellow traveller walked down a path that led to Floaroma Town.
Said trainer just happened to be a purple-haired boy named Paul. Anyone that knew him would easily describe him as cruel, cold, harsh, and arrogant. You would even know as soon as you saw the look in his eyes when he looks at you.
The fellow teenager scowled as he continued to walk down the dust-filled road. Who knows what was bothering him at the moment. It could be his fellow rival, Ash Ketchum, or it could be that his pokemon failed to reach the strength and power he had expected from them. Poor guy would never open up.
"Ariados!"
Paul's head quickly shot up as he halted to a stop at the sound of a pokemon. His mood seemed to lighten up - Key Word: Seemed.
Nonetheless, Paul's hand reached down to his belt, pulling a pokeball off.
"Chimchar!" He growled, throwing the pokeball out. A small fire pokemon sooned appeared, curious to why it was called out.
"Flamewheel at that Ariados," Paul ordered, barely giving any attention to the monkey. Pokemons were just like servants or slaves to him.
"CHAR!" Chimchar blasted off, catching the Ariados off-guard.
Paul grunted as he threw an empty pokeball at the burnt Ariados. He just hoped that this few minutes of his life would be worthwhile and not wasted by catching a weakling.
The purple-haired boy took out his Pokedex, scanning the red and white pokeball.
"Pa - thetic! It doesn't even know how to use a simple string shot!" Paul growled as he threw the pokeball, releasing Ariados. "Get lost!"
Ariados scampered away, possibly scared. But any pokemon or trainer could be scared at the deadly look in his eyes, right?
"AUGH! HOW RUDE CAN YOU BE?!"
At first, Paul thought this insult was mainly directed to him, because of what he had just did - releasing the Ariados and all. But then he saw a girl around his age smacking a boy as they appeared from the forest.
Paul raised an eyebrow, half-amused, but not really.
"HEY, IT WASN'T MY FAULT!" He heard the boy retort.
"PSH! YE - Hey, whose that?" All eyes were suddenly directed at Paul as the two teenagers look curiously at him.
"OOOH! I SAW HIM ON T.V. ONCE! HE LOST IN THE KANTO LEAGUE! . . . What was his name?"
Paul felt his eye twitch in anger as he heard the girl's comment, who was now trying her best to remember his name.
"Pathetic," Paul mumbled, as he did what he felt was best at the moment: walk away from the two lunatics.
"PATHETIC?!" He heard a scream from behind. "AT LEAST I WASN'T THE ONE WHO LOST!"
That last sentence sure ticked off Paul. Anyone could see. The deadly look returned to his eyes. If looks could kill, the mysterious girl would surely be dead - and her traveling companion. But, of course, that was probably Paul's wish right now.
. . .
"Winnie, calm down," Gary harshly whispered to his cousin.
'I swear. She's just like Ash.'
Winnie pouted and glared at the mysterious maroon-haired stranger, who suddenly turned around in complete anger after hearing the last sentence - with a Chimchar trailing behind him.
"Me, pathetic?" smirked the teenage boy, replying with what was implied in Winnie's last setence. "Let's have a battle then. Two on Two. Got it?"
Before Winnie could reply, Gary quickly stopped her.
"You sure, Winnie?" He said, turning towards her.
Winnie shrugged, "Yea. I mean, what could go wrong? If I lose, then I lose. If I win, then I win, but then of course I'll be laughing at that dude."
Gary rolled his eyes at his cousin's childish behavior, "Fine, but you better not be whining if you lose."
The brunette scoffed, "Some encouragement you give, Cousin."
With that, Winnie turned back to the traveler, "I accept."
The guy smirked as he turned towards the fire monkey perched beside him, "Chimchar, you better not fail me."
Chimchar mentally winced at the words of his trainer. As much as he cared for him, Chimchar was never sure if his master felt the same about him.
"Buneary! You're up," Winnie turned towards the hyper bunny beside her.
"Bun Bun Buneary!" The bunny pokemon held out her fists, pretending to taunt her oppenents.
Gary took it as his job to be the referee, "This will be a two on two battle! BEGIN!"
"Ladies first," The fellow purple-haired trainer smirked at Winnie.
Winnie scowled at his words, "Fine then. Buneary, focus punch!"
Buenary's ears suddenly glowed white as it prepared itself for focus punch.
"Chimchar, flamewheel!"
Winnie winced. 'Focus punch needs more time . . . darn. Maybe Gary was right, I shouldn't have battled him. . . . Oh well! People tell me I'm prone to making mistakes!'
"Buneary, jump!" Winnie yelled. Buenary nodded and jumped, but lost it's concentration on the focus punch, causing it to lose its power.
The mysterious stranger - who, still, Winnie could not remember the name - smirked.
"Chimchar, jump as well."
Winnie scowled as Buenary got hit.
"Bun?!"
"Buneary, are you okay?" Winnie cried.
"Buneary!"
"Are you done yet?" snarled the boy smugly.
Winnie shrugged innocently, ignoring the harshness in his voice, "Nah! I gotta practice for my contests anyways."
The mysterious guy raised an eyebrow, "You're a Co-ordinator."
Winnie grinned, "Yuppers!"
In the back on the two, Gary groaned. 'How'd I ever get her for a cousin, I don't know.'
"Okay, Buneary, use ice beam!" The hyper, brown-haired girl suddenly yelled.
The competitor looked bored, "Flamethrower."
The two attacks collided with each other as a blast of smoke appeared on the field - or what seemed to be a field. Nonetheless, in the midst of all the actions, Winnie secretly smirked as she watched what her Buneary did.
As the smoke cleared, a little bit of surprise appeared in the stranger's eyes, but it disappeared as fast as it had came.
Winnie smirked, "Now! Focus punch!"
"Bun - BUNEARY!"
Unknown to where Buneary was, who had jumped amazingly high into the air when the smoke was still there, Chimchar got hit full-blast with the powerful attack.
"Chaaar!"
The teenage boy scowled but wouldn't admit defeat yet. He wasn't going to beaten that easily by a mere traveler - especially a Co-ordinator.
"Dig!" He ordered furiously.
Winnie recoiled in a tiny bit of shock.
"Wicked! I never saw a Chimchar do dig!"
Gary sweatdropped, but felt amazed as well.
"Flamewheel!"
The attack was caught off-guard as Buneary was suddenly hit. Winnie quickly turned her attention back to the battle, silently thinking up ways to defeat this familiar, yet unknown, traveler. Besides that, Winnie knew that Buneary couldn't possibly take another flamewheel - it was just too strong.
"Dizzy punch, Buneary!" Winnie yelled, stilll as confident as ever.
"Into the hole!" retorted the purple-clothed competitor.
A sudden idea popped into Winnie's head as a possible light-bulb lit up.
"Quick! Ice beam on top of the hole so he can't get in!" Winnie yelled.
"Chim!"
The ice beam was too quick for Chimchar as it stopped its tracks, but Chimchar wasn't able to stop as fast, causing it to be thrown off by the impact of himself and the ice.
"Finish it up with focus punch!"
"Dodge it!" yelled Winnie's opponent viciously. He was obviously mad. Look at the oh-so-familiar 'I-Feel-Like-Killing-Someone' look in his eye!
Buneary was too fast for Chimchar, as it was use to using agility as it ran. As the small smoke disappeared, Chimchar lay fainted on the floor with a panting Buneary smirking in front of him.
Paul growled as he glared at Chimchar, who lay fainted on the ground.
'That Buneary's stronger than it looks.'
. . .
"Pathetic," spat Paul as he returned his Chimchar into its pokeball.
"Hey, it did a great job! You should compliment it!" yelled the brunette angrily. Behind her, Paul could see the brunette's traveling companion glaring at him.
Paul ignored her as he took out his next pokemon.
"Weavile! Stand by for battle!"
"Okay. Buneary, ice beam!" Paul heard the girl order.
"Dodge it and use night slash," He replied with a smirk.
"Buneary! Are you okay?!" Paul watched as the girl ran over to the now-fainted Buneary. His smirk only grew bigger.
"Gary, you mind taking care of Buneary?" The brunette walked over to her friend as she handed him the pokemon.
"No problem, Winnie."
'So her name's Winnie.'
"Okie dokes! Now that, that's done, come out Leafeon!"
Paul raised an eyebrow. This was getting interesting.
'Hn. Maybe this girl isn't as weak and pathetic as she looks like. Maybe.'
"Hn. Shadow claw, Weavile," Paul dismissed his last thought as he turned back to the battle. Now it was done to their last pokemons.
"Use leaf blade!" Winnie yelled.
The two attacks and pokemon collided with each other, soon thrown off by the impact of the two powerful attacks. They were almost evenly matched. Probably was, though.
"Shadow ball," growled Paul.
"Magical leaf!" Winnie retorted.
However, magical leaf was much more powerful than shadow ball as it hit Weavile. But did it knock it out? No. Like his master, Weavile was persistent and wouldn't give up that easily.
"Blizzard!"
Winnie was quite surprised and how fast Weavile recovered, resulting in Leafeon getting hit by the blizzard.
"Eon!"
Yet, Winnie and Leafeon were persistent as well.
"Shadow claw!" Paul yelled.
"Bullet seed!" Winnie shouted.
Though to the blizzard still in attack, Leafeon wasn't able to attack as fast as shadow claw hit it directly.
"Leafeon!" Winnie cried as she watched her pokemon get thrown back.
As the blizzard and dust cleared, the end results were clear to everyone.
"Leafeon is unable to battle! Winner goes to that . . . guy . . ." Gary announced, finishing it off with an awkward pause - with Buneary perched on his shoulder.
"It's Paul."
"I knew it! His name was Paul!" Winnie snapped her fingers, ignoring the coldness in Paul's voice.
"You did a wicked job, Leafeon," grinned Winnie as she returned her pokemon to its pokeball.
"That was a great battle, Paul!"
"Hn. Whatever," was Paul's only responce. But what'd you expect from him? With that, Paul whirled around as he started walking away.
"Wait! Don't you want to travel with us?!"
Both Gary and Paul stumbled in shock as Winnie shot that question out of the blue as they both yelled in unision, "WHAT?!"
Winnie just nodded innocently, "What? It'll be fun . . ."
Paul scowled, "I don't have enough time in my life to put up with you pathetic losers."
The fellow brunette was quick to react, "Pathetic?! At least I don't have purple hair and look like a pessimistic emo!"
Stares. Stares was the only answer Winnie received.
". . . well maybe not a pessimistic emo, but still! If you don't travel with us, I'll . . . scream! Yea! I'll scream!" She retorted.
"Winnie. You know that doesn't work anymore," pointed out Gary as he sweatdropped once again.
"Shut up," Winnie growled as she pouted moodily.
"Fine."
Winnie and Gary's head immediatly flew to Paul's direction at the sound of his voice.
"Really?!" Winnie yelled eagerly. Some would wonder how she gets all the hyper energy.
"Hn. You have ears don't you?" Paul insulted as he started walked away.
The seemingly crazy brunette shrugged, "Let's go, Gary, Buneary!"
Gary watched as his cousin and her Buneary speeded off towards Paul. He frowned.
'This guy sure has a big ego. I hope Winnie knows what she's doing, she is prone to making mistakes . . .'
