As stated earlier, I do not own Pokémon. However, I do own Leo, Sandy,
Crimson, Samantha, and DemonFire, not to mention a few other characters
who'll be coming in later.
Leo: Hey, how can you OWN us!?
Sandy: Yeah, we're out own people!
L-S: It's just the fact that I created you. I don't REALLY own you, it's just a figure of speech.
Leo: Well, okay then. All you people who're reading this, don't forget to review it!
L-S: And don't forget to let me know if you want more of this! I'd appreciate it! Bye!
Professor Birch walks into a small room connecting to the office where Maya has just gotten Demon. Inside it is mostly bare, just a desk cluttered with papers and a filing cabinet in one corner. And myself, of course, but he doesn't know I'm here.
Yet. Heh heh.
He walks over to his desk and begins to sort through the papers. His thick glasses are perched precariously on the tip of his nose, but he's far too busy to bother pushing them back into place. His thick heeled cowboy boots scrape against the floor as he pushes his rolling chair back, looking under the desk for something. His sleek blonde hair is in slight disarray, and his coffee brown eyes look on top of the papers frantically.
Suddenly he sweeps his arm over the desk, knocking everything to the floor. A coffee mug shatters, and a single piece of glass continues to vibrate. Birch is now on his hands and knees, sifting through the papers for something he will never find.
I close my eyes before clearing my throat. He gasps and looks up. I open one yellow eye to watch him, smirking all the while. One hand is behind my back, while the other plays with the long, red-orange hair that falls over one shoulder.
"Looking for something?" I ask devilishly. My eye narrows as I pull the disk from behind me, holding it between my index and middle fingers. His eyes widen in surprise and horror as I flash him a fanged smile. I'm quite proud of my fangs. Then I turn, my deep red cape swirling around me, and walk out of the workplace, leaving a distraught Birch on the floor.
I quickly move down the halls, keeping out of sight of any human that might chance to come toward me. As soon as I know I'm alone, I move the disk so that it's between my index finger and thumb. I give it a light kiss before placing it in the right pocket of my red jacket. I know that the rooftop level is just up the next flight of stairs.
I slowly move my feet up the steps, listening for anything that might be waiting for me. The only sound is that of my black tennis shoes on the stone steps.
As I reach the door onto the roof I stop. My hand is inches from the knob. Gently I lean into the wood, listening for anything outside. When my hearing fails me, I back up and again reach for the door. But again I stop. There's something I'm forgetting…what is it!? Huh? Oh, yeah. Duh! I close my eyes and just let my body take in the senses, the vibrations from outside. Oh, yeah. There's a nice, big police squadron out there.
Oh, well. What the heck? I reach for the doorknob, grip it, and twist it. The door swings lightly open and I walk out. My yellow eyes fall on about twenty police officers, guns raised, waiting for me to back down. Instead I place my hands on my hips and glare at them. My ride should be here right about…
Now.
A blast of wind sends two or three of the police officers rolling backwards into their partners.
"Need a lift?" a voice calls above me. I look up and see Leo, my twin brother, waiting for me on our Dragonite. His deep blue cape is draped across his shoulder, his green eyes sparkling. "Hey, Dragon, use Razor Wind to blow these chumps outta here!" he shouts. The Dragonite calls and responds by flapping its wings at high speeds, creating a whirlwind that sucks every one of the cops into its vortex, then sends them flying out in every direction.
"Oh, sure, I could use a ride," I say calmly, leaping lightly onto Dragon's back in front of Leo. "Kay, Dragon, let's get out of here. Cerise awaits!" I shout. Dragon calls back happily and does an about-face before flying off.
"Get what we're looking for?" Leo asks eagerly.
"Of course," I laugh, pulling the diskette out of my pocket.
"Great!" he exclaims. "Dad's gonna be psyched!"
"Hey, Leo, he never gets 'psyched' about anything," I remind him.
"He gets pretty darn excited when Crimson comes for a visit," he points out. I have to admit defeat in that point. Our aunt is probably the most fun we get on 'the Lapras shell island,' as she calls it. Dad does get pretty hyped when she sends a letter saying she's coming for a visit. Leo's voice interrupts my thoughts. "But Sandy, he said this was a special mission! And the fact that we actually pulled it off is great! I mean, we are his kids, after all!"
"Yeah, and he's the grand master of the Elite Four, 'after all,'" I point out.
"Yeah, and we're the KIDS of the grand master of the Elite Four, not to mention the niece and nephew of the most powerful trainer." I have to admit that he's right there, too.
"Leo, you should really get into the habit of calling Dad's sister 'Aunt' Crimson," I sigh. He may be my twin, but he seems to be about two years younger than me.
"She asks us both to just call her Crimson. You just don't think it's right," he retorts.
"It's disrespectful to her. She IS Elite material, even if she doesn't admit it."
"I'm gonna keep calling her Crimson," he says, sticking his tongue out at me. I glare back at him. His blue-green hair is getting messed up in the wind. His hair is spiky, just like our dad's, while mine is straight like our mom's. Of course, I got Dad's personality. Leo is a mirror image of Aunt Crimson. I swear, the two of them must have been Mews in a past life!
Dragon calls to get our attention. She was no doubt trying to avoid one of our frequent fights. I sometimes envy her intelligence. She knows when and when not to fight, unlike the two of us. I clamber up to her head and glance between the two delicate antennae there, using the horn on the back of her head as a step. I see Cerise Island coming into view. Below us is the sea, sparkling in the mid-morning light. The day is slightly overcast, keeping most of the harsher sunlight from hitting the water. Days like this are perfect for sea flights. There's no glare from the surface of the ocean to blind a Pokémon.
"I'm giving the disk to Dad!" Leo shouts from behind me. I sigh and look back.
"Leo, I have the diskette. You have to ask me if you can give it to him," I explain. He knows his manners, but he doesn't use them with me.
"No you don't!" he exclaims, pulling the square out of the pocket of his pale blue jacket. My mouth drops. There's no WAY he could have gotten it! I frantically search my pockets, but, sure to his word, there is no diskette.
"Oh, fine, you can give it to him," I concede.
"YIPPEE!!" he yells, waving his arms around. I know I'm sweat dropping. I can feel it attached to the back of my head. Sometimes he acts so immature, and others he acts about five years older than he really is. I can never tell when he'll act which way, though. Sometimes I wish I was an only child. Finally, we land on Cerise.
Leo: Hey, how can you OWN us!?
Sandy: Yeah, we're out own people!
L-S: It's just the fact that I created you. I don't REALLY own you, it's just a figure of speech.
Leo: Well, okay then. All you people who're reading this, don't forget to review it!
L-S: And don't forget to let me know if you want more of this! I'd appreciate it! Bye!
Professor Birch walks into a small room connecting to the office where Maya has just gotten Demon. Inside it is mostly bare, just a desk cluttered with papers and a filing cabinet in one corner. And myself, of course, but he doesn't know I'm here.
Yet. Heh heh.
He walks over to his desk and begins to sort through the papers. His thick glasses are perched precariously on the tip of his nose, but he's far too busy to bother pushing them back into place. His thick heeled cowboy boots scrape against the floor as he pushes his rolling chair back, looking under the desk for something. His sleek blonde hair is in slight disarray, and his coffee brown eyes look on top of the papers frantically.
Suddenly he sweeps his arm over the desk, knocking everything to the floor. A coffee mug shatters, and a single piece of glass continues to vibrate. Birch is now on his hands and knees, sifting through the papers for something he will never find.
I close my eyes before clearing my throat. He gasps and looks up. I open one yellow eye to watch him, smirking all the while. One hand is behind my back, while the other plays with the long, red-orange hair that falls over one shoulder.
"Looking for something?" I ask devilishly. My eye narrows as I pull the disk from behind me, holding it between my index and middle fingers. His eyes widen in surprise and horror as I flash him a fanged smile. I'm quite proud of my fangs. Then I turn, my deep red cape swirling around me, and walk out of the workplace, leaving a distraught Birch on the floor.
I quickly move down the halls, keeping out of sight of any human that might chance to come toward me. As soon as I know I'm alone, I move the disk so that it's between my index finger and thumb. I give it a light kiss before placing it in the right pocket of my red jacket. I know that the rooftop level is just up the next flight of stairs.
I slowly move my feet up the steps, listening for anything that might be waiting for me. The only sound is that of my black tennis shoes on the stone steps.
As I reach the door onto the roof I stop. My hand is inches from the knob. Gently I lean into the wood, listening for anything outside. When my hearing fails me, I back up and again reach for the door. But again I stop. There's something I'm forgetting…what is it!? Huh? Oh, yeah. Duh! I close my eyes and just let my body take in the senses, the vibrations from outside. Oh, yeah. There's a nice, big police squadron out there.
Oh, well. What the heck? I reach for the doorknob, grip it, and twist it. The door swings lightly open and I walk out. My yellow eyes fall on about twenty police officers, guns raised, waiting for me to back down. Instead I place my hands on my hips and glare at them. My ride should be here right about…
Now.
A blast of wind sends two or three of the police officers rolling backwards into their partners.
"Need a lift?" a voice calls above me. I look up and see Leo, my twin brother, waiting for me on our Dragonite. His deep blue cape is draped across his shoulder, his green eyes sparkling. "Hey, Dragon, use Razor Wind to blow these chumps outta here!" he shouts. The Dragonite calls and responds by flapping its wings at high speeds, creating a whirlwind that sucks every one of the cops into its vortex, then sends them flying out in every direction.
"Oh, sure, I could use a ride," I say calmly, leaping lightly onto Dragon's back in front of Leo. "Kay, Dragon, let's get out of here. Cerise awaits!" I shout. Dragon calls back happily and does an about-face before flying off.
"Get what we're looking for?" Leo asks eagerly.
"Of course," I laugh, pulling the diskette out of my pocket.
"Great!" he exclaims. "Dad's gonna be psyched!"
"Hey, Leo, he never gets 'psyched' about anything," I remind him.
"He gets pretty darn excited when Crimson comes for a visit," he points out. I have to admit defeat in that point. Our aunt is probably the most fun we get on 'the Lapras shell island,' as she calls it. Dad does get pretty hyped when she sends a letter saying she's coming for a visit. Leo's voice interrupts my thoughts. "But Sandy, he said this was a special mission! And the fact that we actually pulled it off is great! I mean, we are his kids, after all!"
"Yeah, and he's the grand master of the Elite Four, 'after all,'" I point out.
"Yeah, and we're the KIDS of the grand master of the Elite Four, not to mention the niece and nephew of the most powerful trainer." I have to admit that he's right there, too.
"Leo, you should really get into the habit of calling Dad's sister 'Aunt' Crimson," I sigh. He may be my twin, but he seems to be about two years younger than me.
"She asks us both to just call her Crimson. You just don't think it's right," he retorts.
"It's disrespectful to her. She IS Elite material, even if she doesn't admit it."
"I'm gonna keep calling her Crimson," he says, sticking his tongue out at me. I glare back at him. His blue-green hair is getting messed up in the wind. His hair is spiky, just like our dad's, while mine is straight like our mom's. Of course, I got Dad's personality. Leo is a mirror image of Aunt Crimson. I swear, the two of them must have been Mews in a past life!
Dragon calls to get our attention. She was no doubt trying to avoid one of our frequent fights. I sometimes envy her intelligence. She knows when and when not to fight, unlike the two of us. I clamber up to her head and glance between the two delicate antennae there, using the horn on the back of her head as a step. I see Cerise Island coming into view. Below us is the sea, sparkling in the mid-morning light. The day is slightly overcast, keeping most of the harsher sunlight from hitting the water. Days like this are perfect for sea flights. There's no glare from the surface of the ocean to blind a Pokémon.
"I'm giving the disk to Dad!" Leo shouts from behind me. I sigh and look back.
"Leo, I have the diskette. You have to ask me if you can give it to him," I explain. He knows his manners, but he doesn't use them with me.
"No you don't!" he exclaims, pulling the square out of the pocket of his pale blue jacket. My mouth drops. There's no WAY he could have gotten it! I frantically search my pockets, but, sure to his word, there is no diskette.
"Oh, fine, you can give it to him," I concede.
"YIPPEE!!" he yells, waving his arms around. I know I'm sweat dropping. I can feel it attached to the back of my head. Sometimes he acts so immature, and others he acts about five years older than he really is. I can never tell when he'll act which way, though. Sometimes I wish I was an only child. Finally, we land on Cerise.