T51B Moridin: Contrary to popular belief, the whole 10% brain power thing is just something made up for movies and fiction. I appreciate how much thought you put into that review though, that was good stuff. :)

Hybrid Genesis: A little weird isn't it? Considering how some people try to make their protagonists edgy-bedgy and just forget about good ol' firearms.

jjlol: No, no he will not.

Guest: Oh you lovely little sausage you, much love in your direction.

Extreme-UnDEAD: Who's to say he doesn't have any on him at the moment? Oh the suspense! But yes, he'll be snatching up any he comes across, that is/has been one huge failing most people fall into, 'Oh its so pretty oh look now its gone shame that'. No motherfucker chase it! But I digress, yes. The answer is yes.

Shadow Of God: More than likely Pokemon only due to the way most humans would respond to such things, unless I can rationalize it in my mind further down the line.

guisniperman: The Nidoking line is one of my favourites :3 I will admit they can be a little frail without decent training, sadly.

(Singlet's are sleeveless shirts for those weirdo's who call them 'Wife beaters'.)

Start

Menma awoke next morning, wearing only his boxers, Collette hanging off him and went downstairs to get breakfast from the Centre's mess hall. He sat in a booth, wearing a black singlet, and dark grey shorts, only a pair of sandals on his feet, as he was still a little damp from his shower, halfway through Collette stole his towel to dry off her hair, the bitch.

She was in a dark purple v-neck and a white skirt that fell to her knees. The pair sat quietly, contently, as they enjoyed some eggs and toast for breakfast, Menma's eyes were still a little heavy and he leant into his parnter a little more than he intended.

"Come on, darling. Wakey-wakey." Instructed the Gardevoir gently, tapping his cheeks with her small hands, Menma blinked rapidly and yawned, a cup of coffee was put towards him, a Chansey in a nurse outfit offered it.

"Thank you, Chansey. You're an angel." He thanked with another yawn, the Pokemon blushed with a smile and scampered off with its tray to the next people, giggling all the way.

"You flirt." Chastised the black haired woman with a shake of her head.

"Only when I'm sleepy." Defended the bleary eyed trainer, his eyes had bags under them, he slept well but it was that kind of sleep that you get so deep, interrupting its hell. And waking up was in fact next-level hell this morning.

"You must have been exhausted when we got together." She quipped, a smirk on her lips. A grin pulled onto his, his eyes narrowings as a consequence of the wide smile, giving it a slightly deviate look.

"I certainly was afterwards." The pair broke into a pair of giggles, ending with kisses exchanged, and then more giggles.

"Ah, never change." Ordered Collette as she leant into his shoulder.

"I'll endeavor to remain charming." He promised with a chuckle, she winked and nodded.

"Good enough."

"Excuse me." Said a voice, Menma and Collette turned from their meal and conversation to see the boy and a girl, this girl had short orange hair, some of its tied to the side in a spiky ponytail, she wore a yellow top and a pair of denim shorts with red suspenders, a pair of blue and white shoes on her feet.

"Oh, hello again. Did you manage to get your pet under control?" Asked Menma with a risen brow, seeing the Pikachu on his shoulder the assumed answer was yes, but he liked goading people.

"Pikachu isn't my pet, he's my friend." Corrected Ash, Menma shrugged. "But, I forgot to introduce myself, Ash Ketchum. And this is Misty." Introduced the boy, the girl waved trying to avoid eye contact.

"Misty as in the Fourth Gym Leader of Cerulean City... bit far from home aren't you?" Asked the man with a risen brow, Misty paled slightly, Ash looked at her in confusion. "Either way, Menma Uzumaki, Collette. Pleasure." He said cordially, the Gardevoir waved disinteresdly.

"You're Mr. Uzumaki!?" Snapped Ash, like someone hit his fucking trigger.

"I am..." Responded Menma slowly, eyes narrow in suspcion.

"You killed all those Pokemon!"

"Nidorino killed them all, and ate them. I just baited them into the area, it's a good way to cull a large population and get a Pokemon on the straight and narrow to growing quickly." Menma dismissed the boys words further until he seemed to get so angry and grabbed his shoulder to continue a childish rant.

Menma did not really like being touched by a lot of people, especially annoying children, so he smacked the boys wrist and jabbed him in the sternum with a pair of fingers, knocking the wind out of him and forcing him to the ground. Ash began gasping as he tried to breath, Menma picked up the empty plates and gestured it was time to go, she grabbed his bag, and slung it over her shoulder, he placed the plates at the counter for Nurse Chansey to collect, the Pokemon thanked him and waved them off. Once more, he threw an arm around the gorgeous goth he traveled with.

Pewter Gym

They'd navigated around the city until they found the large building with 'Gym' on it. Creative. Entering the arena was revealed to be mostly covered in rocks and dirt, a white line of painted stone showing the limits and a small area for viewers to sit. He accepted his bag from Collette and tapped a small buzzer near the door with a sign above it, 'Push if you are here to challenge'. A low humm blared over the speakers, "I'll be right there!" Called out a youthful voice, Menma nodded and took his position, Collette standing beside him, mostly because she knew how sometimes things could go wrong, and would rather not have her love impaled on a rogue stone.

The sound of a sink went off and then a young man, tanned skin, narrow eyes and spiky brown hair came out into view. He was wiping his hands off on a towel and waved to greet them, "Hello and welcome. I'm Brock, Gym Leader of Pewter City. Are you ready for a battle?" Asked the man, he smiled easily as Menma nodded, the young man might have been a few years his junior but he was no boy in his eyes, he held himself with the strength of one who knew who they were, and what they wanted out of life. Few so young had the level of maturity if took to be introspective enough to know this.

He wore a dark green button up shirt over a black singlet, and black trousers on, along with a simple pair of black sneakers

"I am Menma Uzumaki, it's a pleasure to meet you Brock. Standard 3v3 yes?" When Brock nodded he dug into his pocket and produced a shrunken Poke Ball, tapping the centre button it expanded. Just on a side note that used to be possibly the most entertaining thing in the world to him, the novelty still hadn't really worn off that something so small could expand in size so easily, but it was far from the greatest curiosity he held. Still it was a fun little thing he found nifty.

"I'll ref, bro!" Said a smaller boy, this child looking to be Brock's sibling. He had the same facial features, and slightly shaggier hair, and obviously shorter. Brock nodded to the boy he held up a red and a green flag, "This will be the usual 3 on 3 match with no substitutions. Present when ready."

Menma tossed out his Nidorino, the beastly creature snarling lowly as it took in its surroundings, "Focus." Ordered Menma, the creature looked back to him and nodded. It's beastly mind cooling at the words of its master, ready to rip and tear when unleashed but calm until then.

"Interesting choice, let's start with Geodude!" Brock tossed out a small rock creature with two arms and a face. Geodude wasn't much to look out but it was still a fucking rock.

"Begin!"

"Let's start off with Poison Barrage and Tail Whip." Ordered Menma, waiting for Brock to make the first move to get into melee range, missiles of poison shot from Nidorino and it wiggled its stubby tail, not much of an outward effect, but it lowered the guard of other Pokemon with how silly it was, enough to make the next move hit harder at least.

"Defense Curl." Menma cursed under his breath, what a waste of a move then. The Barrage struck true and turned Geodude into a pincushion of noxious gas and dark purple fluid, Geodude's eyes hazed slightly as it was hit by the deathly power of the Poison.

"Double Kick." Brock either didn't notice or suspected it didn't work because he ordered Geodude on, into a Headbutt, Nidorino jumped over its prey just enough to avoid the attack but low enough to strike true with two powerful leg kicks to the back, Geodude's rock body began to break apart as it howled in pain, the poison fluid pouring into the now open wound of the hard arteries beneath, it quickly passed out from shock. Brock rapidly returned the creature and reconsidered his strategy, he called out another sibling, a girl this time, she took the Ball into the back to tend to it.

"That was really clever, I underestimated your Nidorino, I won't make that mistake again." Menma nodded his head and gestured the man on, "Let's go, Graveler!" The evolved form of Geodude, a larger rock creature, but this time it had stubby legs in place of levitation, a pair of sneering eyes and a smaller pair of arms on its stomach along with he pair on its shoulders.

"Grav." Growled out the creature, Nidorino just barked at it, the creature smirked, Collette giggled.

"He said 'I'll use your remains as a stepping stone to victory'." Menma groaned, that was both witty and punny, he had no idea that Nido' had that kind of quip lined up.

"That's just shocking." Said Menma shaking his head, "Whatever... Alright, we'll start strong this time, Focus Energy." Ordered Menma, Nidorino was encircled by the projected aura of his own strength, the creature snorted out a blast of steam as its skin coloured red for a moment, its horn keeping the sheen.

"Rollout." Ordered Brock, Graveler balled up and shot towards Nidorino.

"Again." Once more Nidorino focused, it's muscles bulging beneath its skin and its fangs growing slightly as it hunched forward, Graveler began closing in quickly, "Use your horn as a ramp and send it into the air, then use Double Kick." Menma had commanded trust in his Pokemon, all of them, and he got it for a damned good reason. He used his fucking brain.

Brock was wide eyed when he saw the leverage and force of his own Pokemon turned against it, Nidorino sent it into the air, before leaping after it with two red glowing hind legs, with a savage roar Nidorino slammed both his hind legs into the Graveler with enough force to open its hide and expose the soft flesh beneath, Graveler's back was slowly gaining a very red sheen as blood poured from the open wound. With another kick Nido' sent his foe deep into the ground and landed on top of it with a powerful thump.

Nidorino spat out the blood of its foe, clearly he wasn't a fan of Rock Type. Brock returned his Pokemon, once more with great haste, and began to worry slightly, not over the safety of his Pokemon, the Gym was well stocked with healing items, and the Centre was very close. No he was worried over his own ability as a trainer if he could be bested so handily but someone, who while older than him, technically counted as 'New' Trainer.

Poor Brock, he was doing fine. Now if he lost to Ash, then Menma would come back and tell him to just quit while he was behind, at least that's what Collette thought would happen. She'd been reading the young mans reactions, and mind, since the battle started and quickly he began to doubt himself.

"Brock, I must say you are giving my Nidorino quite the challenge, I've yet to see him this invested in a battle yet. Thank you for that." Menma tilted his head slightly, Brock had a smile grow on his face, it wasn't all bad at least.

"Well it's certainly interesting I'll say that, the battle that is." Acquiesed Brock with a nod, "But let's finish this up shall we?" He suggest and presented his final Poke Ball, this time it was an Onix, a rock snake in every sense of the word. Onix was long, large and made completely of stone, a horn of rock jutting from its skull, Onix loomed over Nidorino ominously, who only grinned like the Devil before virgin.

"This seems a little unfair..." Thought Menma, the way he'd win this already in his mind. "King." He addressed Nidorino, the creature looking at him curiously, "Earn that name, and you can keep it." 'King' grinned and nodded, "Good, now... how well do you think you can spread 'Double Kick'? Can you do a 'Quadra Kick'?" Asked Menma, King looked at his legs and tapped each of them onto the ground.

"Nido." He nodded in response, 'I think I can'. Conveyed Collette, angel that she was.

"Onix, use wrap!" Ordered Brock, Onix sped forward, obviously King was having none of it, and dashed away, the Focus Energy still heightening his abilities, he ran circles around the snake, as it tried to pin him constantly.

"Use Quadra Kick and climb Onix's body until you reach the head, then bury it!" Ordered Menma with a boom, King did just that and leapt onto Onix's body each step was a powerful crater creating thump on the stone body, Onix wailed as it's world was consumed by pain, the innate weakness to 'Fighting' moves working well to King's advantage. Onix dropped like a sack of potatoes, and King barely broke a sweat.

Damn he must have been one tough sonoffabitch when he was wild.

Menma offered thanks to whatever luck he had as he'd struck gold with this little fellow. The way King could adapt to new maneuvers on the fly was nothing short of prodigious. He doubted he'd have this kind of luck for a while when it came to wild Pokemon, but he counted the blessing for what it was, a good ol' fashion stroke of luck.

Onix moan pitifully, begging to be returned, Brock granted the creatures wish and it was sucked away into stasis, Menma snapped his fingers and King came to his side, as he walked towards the Gym Leader, offering his hand, Brock accepted it humbly.

"You showed me quite a lot, mostly to never take chances with my opponents. I'll be more direct in the future, thank you, Menma. I think I can grow as a trainer because of this." Menma smiled and placed a hand on the guys shoulder, and dug into his pack with the other.

He presented a ball to Brock, opening it to reveal a Rhyhorn. A big, burly stone rhinoceros. "I think this guy can help you with that. He doesn't have a name so if you feel he can earn one, give it to him. Rhyhorn. You'll be staying with Brock for the immediate future, help him sharpen his fangs." Rhyhorn nodded with a snort of air.

"I can't accept this, Menma." Rebuked Brock, Menma just pushed the ball into the boys hand.

"Rhyhorn is a strong creature, but he's still young and I've never had the time to really sit down and help him evolve, Rhyhorns take quite a while to mature FYI, and I travel to much for it to be any kind of stable environment. So you keep him for now, and when you feel you and he have grown together, we'll battle again. If I beat him with King, I'll take him back. If I lose, you can keep him."

Brock looked at the Ball in his hand and smiled, like a weight had lifted and a passion had been ignited, "You can count on us, right Rhyhorn?" The creature roared with a triumphant bluster, "You've got a deal Menma, until we meet again." The pair shook hands and Menma left, badge in hand and goth on his arm.

Truth be told he knew Rhyhorn would love this kind of thing, evolution problems or not the beast would enjoy being around such an environment, and he loved kids. So that was a bonus.

Menma smiled as he looked at his new badge, pinning it to his bag he kissed the smaller hand in his own, "Shall we away, my dear?" He asked with a theatrical bow. Collette laughed into her free hand and swooned dramatically.

"Oh yes you great stallion you." She said breathily, Menma produced Pidgeot's ball and took off towards Mt. Moon, he'd been through there once before many years ago and he needed to check if a certain stone vein was still there.

End

Hello my lovelies, can I just say fuck yes? Because this is the kind of response I crave. Man you guys are just the bee's fuckin' knees. Hopefully you enjoy this story even more as it progresses.

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