Chapter 4.
A/N & Disclaimer:
I DON'T own Pokémon.
Sorry guys, been busy the past few months (I know, I know, everyone on the site says the same thing). The reasons why I've been gone for so long are from the following: I've been sick a couple of times, went on vacation, been playing too much War Thunder (along with both old Star Wars Battlefronts), and frankly, forgetting my password. Man, I'm crap. Anyways, getting this out of the way. I present chapter 4.
May then got up, brushed herself off, and headed out of the bathroom to get my hat. I could hear May ask, "Brock, do you know where Ash's hat is?"
"Umm, I think it's in his bag."
There was a long moment of silence. The only noises heard were the rain hitting the window and the battle on tv.
"Aha! Here it is!" May exclaimed. "Ash! I found it!"
She came back with it with a joyful look on her face.
"Here you go." May chimed while placing it in my paws.
*Thanks May* I grunted.
"Does it fit?" May cautiously asked while I placed it on my head. It would've fit if it wasn't for my two, giant, big ears. That only made me try harder to get it to fit, but only with little success.
I guess I started looking depressed, because May comforted, "I had a feeling that that wouldn't work. But, have another idea."
She then reached into her belt bag and pulled out some scissors. I knew where this was going, so I grabbed my hat and ran out the door. I mean, I tried to, at least. Right before I was home free, May snagged my tail! I yelped from the split second of pain.
"Ash, why are you trying to run? May sighed while yanking me back into the bathroom. "Besides, this is the only way that it will fit on you."
I groaned and gave my oh so precious hat to May. She cut two slits in the upper back of the hat.
"There we go, now try it on." May finished while placing both of my ears in each slit. "How does it feel now?"
I smiled with a nod and an attempt at a thumbs up. May giggled at that and we headed out of the bathroom.
We walked out to find Brock, Max, and Pikachu watching a rerun of Brock's favorite show. Pikachu heard us walk into the room and perked his head up. He looked at us blankly and put his head back down on the bed without batting an eye.
"Ash, you look great!" Brock grinned, noticing my hat.
"Yeah Ash, you look just like yourself before all this happened!" Max agreed. That resulted with May slugging him.
"Ow." Max groaned.
Moving on from that, Brock asked me if I was ready to go talk to Prof. Oak. I nodded, and we headed down to the lobby. As we walked down the hallway, I watched the rain splash against the very long window and the lighting streak across the sky. The way the droplets burst into thousands of tiny fragments. The way the dark, stormy clouds were illuminated by the sudden outbursts of lightning. It was so fascinating to watch that I was startled when the glass was replaced with a white painted wall. I quickly got over the shock and continued walking toward the main lobby.
"You ok?" Brock asked while we stared at the ringing phone on the screen of the computer.
*Yeah, I guess* I shrugged back.
After the computerized phone rang another 5 times, Prof. Oak appeared on screen.
"Hello, hello?" The Professor answered with a sense of urgency in his tone. You could tell he was in the middle of some experiment. "Oh, hey Brock, how are you doing?"
"Great." Brock replied with a smile. "Did I interrupt anything?"
"No, no," Oak replied. "I was just doing some testing with Gary's Pokémon."
This brought me back. Back to the day when I woke up late to get my first starter. I could just see Gary taunting me in front of the lab. Opening all the empty pokeballs that used to carry the Kanto starters. I could feel the shock of Pikachu when he got mad at me.
While I was reminiscing, Brock and Prof. Oak were talking about what Pokémon evolves into what and so on and so forth. I was shaken from my memories when Prof. Oak asked Brock, "Who is this Pokémon?" obviously referring to me.
"Oh yeah, this is Lucario." Gestured Brock.
"Interesting…" Oak trailed off in thought. "What region is it from?"
"Don't know. But as you can see, it's a very rare Pokémon." Brock winked at me.
"Yes, Indeed." The Professor agreed. "But why is it wearing Ash's cloths?" Gesturing to my shirt and hat.
"Yeah, about that…," Brock reluctantly acknowledged. "…It's Ash."
"That's pretty funny Brock," Oak chuckled but grew silent when he didn't see us laughing. "…Is that really you Ash?"
I gave a weak nod in affirmation. Which, of course, ruined the cheerful mood.
"How did this happen?" Prof. Oak asked with dismay
Me and Brock both shrugged. "Don't know." In which Oak sighed with depression.
"Well, you had better start getting used to your new body Ash," Prof. Oak sighed. "Because it may take me a while to figure something out."
"Ok, call us when you found a solution." Brock replied.
"I will," the professor concluded. "And good luck getting used to your…um…new form."
"Thanks professor, Brock acknowledged. "and good luck."
I gave a nod in agreement and Brock hung up.
"Are you hungry?" Brock tauntingly asked me. My stomach gurgled and I gave a mareepish look at him.
"Okay, let's go." Brock laughed and we headed to the dining hall.
Once we ordered our food and sat down in a booth that faced a window that showed a beautiful view of a meadow outside (even though it was still stormy out), Brock told me that he was going to go get the rest of the gang. He got up and headed up to our room.
I was left with my food, alone. But I decided too recap on what just happened within the past few hours. "The looks on everybody's was hilarious when they first saw me this morning!" I chuckled.
"That was nice of May to see if I was alright." I continued.
"Hey, At least The Professor didn't freak out when he found out it was me. But it's nice to know that he wants me to get used to this body." I finished.
"That should be pretty easy." I continued thinking. "Besides, I finally figured out how to sit down without smashing my tail"
"Meowth! I thought you said the twerps were here!" Jessie yelled at the talking feline while motioning at endless sheets of rain now turned hail.
"I could've sworn dat they went dis way!" Meowth shouted back, pointing at his drenched map.
"Hey I think I see something over there!" James exclaimed looking off to the left.
"You better be right!" Jessie growled while shivering in the cold.
The Rocket trio continued bickering back and forth until they got to the entrance of the town.
"Hmm, Verdanturf Town." Meowth read off once they got entrance. "Yep, dats where they went."
"How do you know for sure?" Jessie asked while trying to shelter herself from the hail.
"Instinct." Meowth replied with a somewhat dramatic tone in his voice. It went dead silent for a few moments. The only thing to hear was the roar of the sleet coming down…
"Jessie, Meowth, I don't think we can last that much longer in this weather." James pleaded, breaking the awkward silence.
"yeah, I'm getting cold to my skin." Jessie agreed. "Meowth, let's go."
With that, the trio left the sign and headed into town.
"Man, this is good!" Max said in-between bites. "But it's not as good as your cooking Brock!"
"Oh, my cooking's not that good." Brock replied sarcastically. We all laughed at Brocks remark and continued eating.
"Brock what are we doing tomorrow?" May asked once we finished eating our dinner.
"Explore the town, I guess." Brock answered.
"I heard that there are a bunch of rare items at the pokemart." Max suggested.
"I don't know…" May pondered. "I mean, there isn't a lot to do here."
"May I thought I've heard you say before that you wanted to do every contest in Hoenn, not to mention explore every place in the region." Brock replied back.
"Well, now that I think about it," May continued. "We never have been able to see the towns and cities in-depth thanks to a certain hot-headed Trainer sitting next to Max." Obviously referring to me, I blushed from embarrassment.
"Yeah, and that same Trainer was so stubborn that even after being warned countless times he tried to stop Mew and Mewtwo from fighting!" Brock chuckled back. Everyone laughed at this. Even I got a kick out of it.
"Yep, things are finally starting to go back to normal"
A couple hours later, we were back in our room. May was in the bathroom, probably getting ready for bed. Max was on his bed, pointing his pokenav everywhere to see what there was to do tomorrow. Pikachu, he was probably taking a nap on my bed then. While they were doing that, Brock and I were sitting on the couch, watching a tournament battle on tv. The Pokémon that were fighting, I think, was a Alakazam opposing a Heracross.
"Why did she send out Alakazam if the other trainer sent out a bug type?" grunted Max, "seem like a weak strategy to me."
"Well, you see Max, the reason why she sent out Alakazam was probably because Heracross is a Fighting type as well." Brock reminded. "although, she should be careful of any Bug type moves."
While they were talking strategy, I was more focused on the Pokémon themselves, the way they moved, it was all so graceful. From the way they danced about, dodging each other's moves, to the way they used the attacks/defenses themselves. It was very mesmerizing.
"I wonder if I will ever get that good." I thought to myself. I was pulled back into reality when Brock and Max were shaking me to get my attention.
"Ash, which one of us is right?" Brock pressured, "Should Heracross have used Night Slash- "
"-Or Megahorn" Max interrupted.
I thought about this for a sec, and finally pointed out to Brock while making a "gruff" noise. While Max was right about the potential damage, Night Slash had a 100% hit ratio along with the higher chance of critical damage.
"Awe, come on Ash." Max groaned.
I just shrugged, and turned to watch the battle already in progress. The two were getting tired and you could tell that either one could faint at any time. Around 5 minutes later in the match, the Heracross started charging up to unleash its Night Slash attack while the Alakazam was preparing a Psychic attack (the move, not type).
"This should be it," Brock announced, "there is no way that the Heracross could miss this."
Out of nowhere, the Heracross started charging the Psychic type. Then the Alakazam unleashed Its psychic move on the Bug/Fighting type, raising it into the air. The Psychic Pokémon then proceeded to throw the Heracross into the ground repeatedly. The Alakazam sent the Heracross into the dirt one more time, making a crater while doing so.
The Heracross was nowhere to be seen in the smoke entirely covered the crater. The Alakazam let down its guard, thinking that the Heracross had fainted. Right as the Psychic Pokémon turned to head back to its trainer, a neon green glow started to shine brighter and brighter through the smoke. Charging out of the smoke came the Heracross, horn green from the attack. The Alakazam didn't see this coming and suffered because of it. The Heracross nailed it right in the back of the head, causing it to faint right then and there.
"Alakazam is unable to Battle, Heracross Wins!" shouted the Referee. Brock just stared at the tv for a few moments with a blank look in his eyes.
"See Brock, I told you that Megahorn would win." Max chirped.
"Oh well," Brock said, regaining his cool. "Anyways, we should probably hit the hay soon because we have a busy day tomorrow."
Just then we hear the bathroom door unlock, and May walked out, wearing her pajamas and her curling irons (I don't know what to call them). I suspected that she was wearing them for the contest tomorrow.
"What's all the commotion out here?" May wondered. "it sounded pretty loud out."
"Nothing, we were just watching tv." Brock shrugged. "But I think we should get to bed."
With that, everyone said good night, got into bed, and fell asleep. I, on the other hand, couldn't find a single comfy position to sleep in. it's hard with a tail always getting crushed by either you or the bed. But, I eventually found a position to fall asleep in, and I feel asleep just like that.
Hey Guys, L.C Trooper reporting in. Just wanted to let you guys know that I've been extremely busy over the past few months (as I've stated in the opening paragraph). But yeah, just wanted to let you guys get the heads up. Please, please, please review this story so I can make it better. Which, in turn, will make it more enjoyable to read.
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