Chapter 4: A Passport up My Sleeve.
"Alright want to take the story from here?" I offered Amy.
"Naww… I kind of want to hear how you and Lamington ended up working together in an illegal tournament." Amy said to me.
"Oh yeah, I've never told you that," I said.
"An illegal tournament?" asked Rin.
"It's easier if you go ahead and explain." I said, as Amy sat there chuckling. "Is it better if I bring out some coffee?"
"Yeah, if you don't mind," said Rin.
"Get me a ginger and honey-tea." Said Amy.
I took my leave and went to cook up the tea.
"I'm going to continue the story from here," announced Amy.
I was asleep, completely un-aware of what was going on outside. I was awakened by my window suddenly being opened. I lived in a big house, compared to Konoha's mini hidden secret base.
{"I heard that," shouted Konoha from the kitchen.}
In fact my room was two thirds the size of Konoha's room. Putting into consideration that he had that secret room underground. My room was simple, a bed in one corner, a window on the opposite wall, which was mysteriously open. An etiquette dresser sat by the window. But I barely used it. Much like Konoha's room there was a doorway that leads to a separate room. My room was always had light, except in storms. The sun always warmed my room, the moon always chilled it.
The window slid open, my eyes snapped open and I jumped from my bed to the floor. Ready to fight.
In the moonlight, there were three ninjaska, and a shedinja.
They started to get closer, I looked back and ran to the door out of my room. I opened it and shut it behind me. I ran down the hall, sure that I wouldn't be able to fend myself from the group of Pokemon. At the end of the hall there was a set of stairs, and at the end of the stairs a hall that lead into the kitchen that lead outside.
I flew down the stairs at an unbeatable speed when suddenly I ran straight into a Granbull, stopping an inch in front of him.
"Remove yourself from my house, or you will be persecuted!" I shouted.
The Granbull rammed me, I crossed my arms to defend myself, and he pushed me back up the stairs, back into the hall. I looked around, and saw that I was surrounded, three Pokemon behind me, a tough ugly one in front.
"You're coming with us missie!" said the Granbull.
I put my hands together and aimed them at the Granbull before me. My tail shined with a blue light, lighting up the dark hall.
The Granbull was about to grab me, but I released a charge of electricity at him. He flew back and was thrown down the stairs. I immediately ran after him, charging down the stairs.
"After her!" Shouted the Pokemon behind me.
I ignored them and ran out of my house. My house is at a crossroads in Treasure town so I was able to see a ton of different Pokemon running around. Kidnapping children from different houses. I couldn't believe it, I swung my head around shocked, we were getting invaded, but by who?
Then suddenly a cold voice whispered behind me," You're the Sherrif's daughter."
I turned around and saw a Hariyama standing behind me. Before I could do anything he smacked me away with one of his big hands. I flew back and was sent to the ground. Unconscious.
So, Rin said. "You were just beaten right there?"
"Yeah, that hariyama is tough. Me and Konoha went after him, together. Konoha and my -" I started to say but then Konoha suddenly interrupted with," Wait, I want to tell that part!"
"Go ahead!" I shouted to him as he left his kitchen. He had two ceramic mugs in his hand. He handed me one, and put the other one on the table for Rin. Then he quickly ran back into the kitchen and brought himself a ceramic mug. Konoha sat next to me and then he spoke softly saying:
I woke up. My body felt sticky and dirty, like if I hadn't taken a bath in a while.
"You're awake," said a voice coldly. I turned my head to see Lamington staring at me irritably.
"Good morning," I yawned, softly. I sat up and immediately felt pain go around my body.
"I should cuff you." Said Lamington suddenly.
I yawned and said," Seriously, you're starting to become a real pain. It was bad enough that I had to see something like you every day stalking me, now I have to deal with you in the mornings too! Seriously?"
"All the kids and teens in the village were kidnapped, except you." Said Lamington.
When he said that, it felt like a cold winter breeze swept through the room, disassembling my sarcastic irritation.
"Why are you the only one that wasn't kidnapped." Said Lamington.
"It was pure chance." I said angered. I kicked my feet over the edge of the bed and glared straight back at him.
"It was, or was it a set up?" he asked.
{Don't kill me over this okay, Amy? When I get irritated, my tongue gets sharp}
"Look, I don't want to be blamed, for you being a failure at your job." I said irritated. "Continue interrogating me, and I swear, I'll kick right through your mega evolution like it was yesterday."
"Go ahead, insult me all you want, but we're both in the same ditch." Said Lamington coldly.
"I don't want to be heaped together with a failure?" I said to him, leaning closer. "Go ahead, attack someone in a hospital and let's see how easy it is for your pride to sink to the bottom of the already putrid swamp. This is you last warning."
I stood up and cracked my neck, he continued his cold gaze at me.
"Good bye and thank you," I said with a smile, tilting my head. I stormed out of the room and into the hospital hall. I walked down to the office, but no one was there. I walked straight out and saw that treasure town was as empty as ever, the sounds of tears and sobs resounded.
"He wasn't joking was he?" I muttered to myself. I sighed and said ," Looks like I'll have to go back there."
"Back where," asked Lamington, suddenly from behind me. I hadn't noticed that he was there, casting a shadow over me.
"None of your business, world's best sheriff." I sarcastically said, angered with a smile. I walked off towards my house.
The first thing I did was take a quick bath in my house. Another words Take a bunch of buckets of water, put it in this excessively large bucket, ant put it over a fire. Take a bath in that, a traditional way for us soldiers.
{Long story, Rin.}
I went into my secret room and opened a small drawer, built into my desk. I looked around and took out a sheet of paper stamped with multiple things.
In golden letters over the other red stamps read, 'Gladiator Rank S'.
"I had abandoned you, but it seems that I will have to do resign my own promise." I muttered. I dug up my old gladiator clothes from a secret spot in that room. I jumped out of the room and laid the clothes on my bed. I put on the scarlet scarf and put a mask on. The mask was shaped like my face, but it was made to look like an albino zoroark. There were strange red marking all over the mask and the rest of the mask was white.
I put on my red shirt and my baggy red pants.
"Let's do this," I sighed.
I stepped outside my house in my wacky red suit, and took a walk through the forest to go to .
At the forest clearing, at the base of , was a setup of multiple portable tents. Many different characters came and went from them. Some of them battle scarred, some of them familiar, some of them new with clear skin. I didn't know where everyone was, and I didn't know the current situation of this place. But one thing was for sure, they still had respect for me, as surrounding characters cleared paths for me.
"Wow, wow, wow." Said someone walking into my path.
From behind my mask, I glared at the character standing before me. It was a magmortar, and a gang that consisted of a Poliwrath, Omastar, and Torterra.
" Shot here, getting all the respect." Said the magmortar, pointing his mortar hand at me. "Sorry, boy, but that crown belongs to us, the hodunks."
"It's sad how it takes four Pokemon to achieve what a second evolutionary Pokemon can attain." I shook my head sarcastically and said," now if you don't mind, move."
"Wow, wow, wow, here that boys he's talking tr-"
I kicked his jaw and said," It's sad that you also need to egg on your own team, trying to get them to fight your fights. Ask anyone here, how well I beat them, and I think you'll save your breath, some advice from a real one-man champ."
I sighed once more and saw that these so called gladiators were hopeless. I finally put my foot back down and walked beside his whole group.
In the center of all the tents was a single large tent that was taller than the others. I walked in like if I owned the place and said," Weston, you better be planning to release those hostages."
"What hostages," said the Excadrill in the darkness. He was barely visible, but I knew from intuition where he was.
"Let's cut to the chase, what other idiot walks into town and kidnaps all the children? As you can tell I'm not in a good mood. Now do I need to give you a beating like the last time I beat you up before every single one of your friends?"
He started to chuckle, then he hollered in laughter, oinking a little like a pig. "Old, Grovyle you come back and that's all you have to say?"
He walked towards me, his shape became more visible, and he was about to put his drill like hand on my shoulder when I slapped it away.
"Do you remember the last time I repeated myself?" I asked.
His friendly act dropped when he said," Look I need some scratch. Otherwise I wouldn't be doing this whole shenanigan to call you back. After you left, the whole place has been going south, and I need your help."
I sighed and said," Fine, consider ourselves even."
He nodded and said," Yeah we're even. All the money paid off, fully, perfectly, absolutely, you owe me nothing."
"Fine, but show me where you're hiding everyone, want to see that they're all okay." I said more calmly.
"Follow me," he said, walking into the darkness. In the darkness he lit up a torch, and a match was in his other hand.
I was able to see a hole leading to the ground, in one corner of the tent. In the tent was also a desk, a bed, and a large bed. There were pictures of himself hung-up, there was even one of him in a powdered white wig.
He jumped down into the hole. I looked down and saw that there was at least a ladder sticking out a little. I walked over to it and put my feet in the ladder rungs. I could feel that the hole had a whole different atmosphere than the room. It was clammier and much warmer.
Then after a few seconds of walking we passed by a jail cell with a crying piplup inside. I could recognize him as he belongs from our town. He sat in a corner, shacking. He must've been so scared.
"It'll be alright, I'll get you back. Trust your older brother." I said, giving him a soft smile.
"Who are you?" He asked from his corner.
Right I had a mask on. I took it off and gave him a soft smile.
"Konoha, you're a cook!" he shouted.
"Shh…" I said putting a finger to my lips. "I have many identities!"
"I trust you, get us out of here quickly!" said the Piplup.
"I will, so just wait for me, okay?"
"Can we continue, it's hot in here." Complained Weston.
I waved my hand at him, and put on my mask, leaving him in the darkness. The torch lit the faces of countless numbers of children. When suddenly I stopped again and ran right into the Mareep that chased me.
"You again." I muttered.
The mareep stared up at me from her cell.
"The thief." She said, flatly, as if she were unsurprised. "And your brother Konoha is here too, it sounds like."
"You sound unsurprised." I said.
"You're a thief, and now you deal in slave trades."
"What, oh come on, I only steal milk, you're going to be put me on the level of these major criminals over that?" I shouted at her.
"You steal milk," Weston chuckled.
"Shutup!" I told him. "Anyway, this match is already mine, so you better not hold your breath for some hero."
"No need, I expect my father to come here and defeat you." She said.
Umm… I kind of just beat the living daylight out of him last night, I thought to myself. But had I said that then the children would've been frightened. Great, I hope that Piplup doesn't blabber about my identity.
"Crap the sherrif, no one can beat him." I said with fake fear.
The mareep's eyebrow rose into a furrow, as if she was asking why was I saying something that was an obvious lie.
Weston started to chuckle. I glared at him, and he stopped, like I poked him with a knife.
"Anyway, goodbye, we will be seeing who wins this tournament shall we not!" I said, walking away.
"Your chances of getting away with a win, are slim!" she said calmly.
"That's what they all say, the master thief, never gets caught." I said, well maybe sometimes, but that wasn't the point!
"You've only stolen milk."
She had me there.
"Whatever! Let's go," I said.
"By the way girl, this guy is a master gla-" Weston started to say.
I quickly covered Weston's mouth with my hands.
"A master what?" she asked tonelessly.
"It doesn't concern you," I hissed.
After a few more minutes we turned around and made our way out of the tent.
"Well the tournament is today." Said Weston. "I knew you would come so I already have some VIP tickets! Of course you get to have the first match, and don't disappoint me!"
"Yeah, yeah, I got it."
"Follow me, the stage is just a simple grass field." Said Weston. "Oh yeah do you have a partner?"
"What this isn't a one on one match?" I asked, becoming a little nervous.
"What no! Don't tell me you had no idea!" said Weston surprised.
"I just came in today!" I said.
"Huh, noobs." He said.
"Excuse me the official term is 'veterans'. Whatever, I already know who to invite."
"Who?"
"Hmm… I think I know someone." I smiled.
"I definitely don't like the look on your face." He said.
"You don't like me in general." I said.
"Well you have a point but still…"
"The longer I sit here the longer we postpone the fight." I reminded him.
"Go, go, go!" he said.
I looked at my fingers as if I had fingernails and asked," Magic word?"
"Please!"
"Oh, only cause you begged!" I said sarcastically. I made a quick run back to town.
I opened Lamington's office door and walked in.
One would think Lamington was a lawyer with his kind of office. He had a large black desk, that took up so much of the room that he had trouble getting past it. But he didn't seem to mind. The room had one dusty window with very little lighting like if he were some mad mafia boss. All he needed was that hat. The walls hid behind their shelves, which contained binders and books of many different colors. Surprisingly this was not the library, but a room with notes of different cases that he and a few of the previous sheriff's had.
He was looking at a badge, and there was a box on his black large desk.
"Sup Lamington." I said leaning on a bookshelf.
"Don't lean on that." He muttered sully.
I got away from the bookshelf, and said," What are you up to?"
"Look, if you're here to tease me about losing my job, get lost." He said.
"Fine, I'll just take this really important and valuable information on where the kids are and go to someone else." I started to say leaving the room. "I'm sure other parents are willing to come fight with me, in this illegal tournament, that I mysteriously figured out with my genius mind. I saw every single kid, and I know we have a chance at winning. But fine! I think Murdock's father, or mother, might be a better partner. I'm sure it could've gotten back your daughter and job, but you know, I'll take it to somewhere else."
"Hold on!" he said.
"I thought I should've gotten lost," I said with a smile, turning around. Then I lost the smile and said, "I would love to enter that tournament myself, but unfortunately we're going to have to team up. Seeing as you're probably the strongest fighter in this town."
"So where's the tournament?" He asked. His moaning voice recovered and grew back to his depressingly serious voice that resembled a lawyer.
"By . Unfortunately we're in the first fight." I said, putting my hand on the door. "We don't have much time. Don't run too fast though, or else you'll kill your stamina."
"Worrying about me?" he said running over to me.
"What no, I just don't want to drag you over there." I said opening the door for him.
"One last question," he said.
"Go ahead," I said sternly.
"What's with the suit?" he asked.
"I change my mind, let's stay here and chat about my luxurious suit. See this red strip on my mask? It stan-"I started to sarcastically say.
"Okay, okay, my bad for asking let's go." He said.
We started to run, back to .
{Setsuna Damius: Grovyle walks by … Start playing the song :P. Writing this on the last night I'm here. Umm, yeah you can go ahead and not like Grovyle, wait till you hear a little bit of his backstory.
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