SinOfDistaster: Those can be rather draining to write I'll not lie. That's basically why I've gone with my less murder-fuckery stories recently. That and it's always to write to the people who appreciate a little deviation from the norm.
T51b Moridin: I'll toss in a few flashbacks, or write a whole different story I don't know how but I'll see if I can give you what you desire my good sir. Because that would be a good bit of fun.
Simon D. Uzumaki: Don't worry Ash will show up less and less, basically because he's already several days behind Menma by the start of this Chapter, due what whatever fuckery happens in Pewter. I'll have a little sneak-peak on what happened in the next chapter though as to how that went.
Eternal-Tundra: You'll love this chapter then my darling reader XD.
Extreme-UnDEAD: Always loved Brock. The sheer amount of patience he had to have in cannon, oh ma lawd. The bitch lesson will happen, but not any time soon.
Shadow Of God: We'll see my friend, we shall see.
Start!
Mt. Moon, quite a nice lot of caves if you ignore the carnivorous Zubat swarms. Though you could drive them off easily enough if you toss some bait, and leg it, you can avoid the worst of it. He had to have his faithful Arcanine, Axel, guide the way through, mostly due to the fact that Axel could illuminate his fur with fire and not toast himself or Collette. It only took about an hour of wandering about to make their way to the old stone location, Menma hopped off the giant wolf-lion thing. Axel sat on his haunches and scratches his ears.
Menma pulled out a torch and flicked it on, the shaft of light was waved across the wall as he tried to find the spot, "It looks like it's been mined out... or clawed out." Clawed made more sense as as there were several scratch marks around the dugout area, he pulled out another ball, this one let out a Mightyena a smaller black wolf creature with grey underfur and a pair of dark blue eyes, "Can you get any kind of scent." The wolf sniffed the area and barked before running off, Menma jumped back onto Axel and bayed him on, the Legendary Pokemon followed after the smaller quadruped easily. Deeper and deeper into the mountain, but at one point they began going up, until they reached a small enclave of Clefairy.
In the centre of their little home was a large black, shiny, stone that stood like an altar to the skies. Menma produced King's Pokeball and let the creature out, returning Mightyena after an ear scratch. King shook himself off and observed the Moonstone, "Go on. Once you evolve we can push even harder." Said Menma, gesturing the creature on, the Clefairy looked scared at the sight of the Nidorino, he smelt of blood. They huddled away like cowards at his approach, he stood before the Moonstone, and dramatically as possible, as shaft of moonlight pierced the cave and illuminated the stone, the light in turn bathed King in its silver light.
The creature that came as a result was Nidoking, the final evolution of the Nidoran Male line. It should be noted immediately that unlike most that were trained by soft handed fools, King was all muscle, none of that pudgy bullshit that came from suppliments or the like. Instead of the usual gut he had a hard abdominal grate that could be used to cut rock. Bipedal now and with dark purple armoured skin, King was a force to be reckoned with. The creature roared loudly, enough to shake the cave a little before turning back to his trainer and stalking forward.
Menma leveled an even stare at King who nodded to him, respect and gratitude in his eyes, "You're welcome." The trainer said with a small smile, causing a grin to break onto King's face, that stony resolve melting into happiness.
"Well well well what do we have here?" Came an oily voice, Menma, Axel, King, and Collette all turned to see a collection of Team Rocket members, all armed with a pistol on their hips, and Pokeballs on their belts, Menma stiffened. There were 9 of these people and sure he could have them all cooked by Axel, but then they may still have the sense to fire on them.
Menma listened as the man continued, fishing into his bag at the same time, "Now listen here, guy. That big ol' rock there is wanted by the Boss. So we'll be taking it, and that fancy little pet of yours." He said gesturing to Collette with his pistol, all the other Rocketeers drew arms and produced their Pokemon, mostly Raticates and Golbats, but still.
So he threw caution to the wind and released the Pokemon from the ball within his hand, a towering figure popped up before him, an armoured monolith of rock skin and devastation. A tyranitar, but instead of the usual grey-green colour to its skin, this one had silver skin. Its eyes were deep red and the heavier armoured parts on its stomach were dark blue.
Tyranitar roared, loudly enough to unbalance the Grunts, "Rockslide." Ordered Menma with a deathly cold voice, bullets began flying along with various attacks from the Pokemon, only for the rocks around them to fall down, Tyranitar had stomped it's foot and caused a cave in, the Grunts began to scream as they were buried beneath the rubble, Menma stalked out from behind his companion and came face to face with the ringleader, he'd only been buried up to his shoulders.
"When you get to hell, tell them Menma sent you." And with that he withdrew his 44. and shot the man in the throat, turned and left to his team and the pathetic fairy Pokemon huddled away in the corner. "Can you dig us out of here, Molag?" Asked Menma, the giant beast nodded and began walking into the nearest wall, just walking, and ended up clearing a path, Menma felt a laugh bubble up as he jumped back picked Collette up off Axel and set her down, "I'll call you guys out when we get to town, I'm sure everyone will wanna stretch their legs." Axel barked an affirmative, whilst King thumped his chest, he returned them both and jogged to catch up with Molag.
"It's been a while since the big guy came out, quick thinking." Praised Collette with a smile, before it softened, "I'm glad you're safe."
"I was worried that they'd start shooting before I could get him out but I guess he liked the idea of monologuing more than getting his job done." Menma commented with a breathy sigh, shaking his head he brushed a stray clump dirt that fell from the 'ceiling'.
Route 4
They emerged into the sunlight and Molag shook the dirt off himself, Menma grabbed a fist full of shrunken Poke Balls and threw them into the air, before doing this again and again, a small hoard of Pokemon appeared before him. There was every eeveelution. Axel, Pidgeot, King, Mightyena, Houndoom, Honchcrow, Empoleon, Typhlosion, Meganium, Skarmory, Flygon.
Yes he could have gotten them all out but he wanted at least some breathing room for the moment.
He was set upon by the affectionate quadrupeds, he was buried under a tide of fur and happiness. His Sylveon was especially bad for this because she had to evolve through affection, much like Crobat. Speaking of the bat was perched happily atop Empleon's crown. The stoic Water/Steel type watching the proceedings with an even gaze.
Menma's arms shot up as he held Sylveon at arms length, like a cat she curled her tail around his forearm and cooed at him, he shook his head and sat with his legs crossed, placing her in his lap she rubbed her head against his stomach, Umbreon and Espeon got all jellyfish and demanded more cuddles, as did Jolteon and Flareon. Glaceon and Vaporeon were sitting back slightly giggling to themselves and Leafeon was being a weirdo and rubbing the grass with her cheeks.
He'd been oddly lucky, or unlucky, to get almost all female Eevee's. Jolteon was male but still was a little attention whore like the rest of them.
"Yes yes I love you too." He assured the pink and cream-white coloured Pokemon in his lap, she looked up at him with those big blue eyes and pouted at him. "No you can't come out more, if the current trend continues you might end up getting snatched up by Team Rocket, you're too delicate for battle we both know that." Since he only had to be sickeningly sweet with Sylveon she didn't fight much, or at all. She was softer bodied than the rest of them who he still had to train properly to be strong enough to fight in conditions to evolve, in the case of Vapor', Jolt' and Flare' he had to train them to learn the new moves that came with their evolution.
She pouted heavier and rubbed her cheeks on his, "Come on now, no need for that." He assured, stroking her back with one hand whilst rubbing Umbreon's chin with the other, they apparently were unhappy with this and demanded more affection, knocking him onto his back and curling up all around him. "Picnic anyone?" He asked helplessly.
Finally Collette broken and burst out laughing.
A Short While Later
Menma was being used as a hanging post for his smaller Pokemon whilst Collette sat near him, barely containing her giggles, Skarmory and Empoleon had gone to a nearby river and fished up quite the feed, Meganium was happily gorging herself on some berries and doing some good ol' photosynthesis to sustain herself, Houndoom and Axel cooked it all in the pit that Molag had dug for them, Typlosion sunned himself while he waited for food with Flygon and finally Honchcrow discussed a few things with King and Mightyena.
Menma bit into his fish constantly trying to keep it away from snippy little Sylveon who wanted him to feed her, needly little shit. He said that with love.
"Honch!" Cawed the giant crow, Menma followed where he was pointing and saw Team Rocket's balloon in the sky.
"Sick 'em boy." Ordered the trainer, the crow laughed and took off into the air like a bullet, its body being coated in a dark stream as it passed like a comet through the balloon and popped that fucker like a virgins cherry, before zipping back down and retaking his seat. As his clawed toes hit the ground the balloon finished plummeting into the river.
"That'll learn ya." Muttered Menma, "No!" He snapped as Sylveon once more tried to take his fish as he took a bit, she whined and rolled over in his lap, showing her stomach, she pat it with her paws and whined more. "You've already finished your food zippy. So how about you let me eat mine in peace." Glaceon chided her and smacked her sibling gently on the head with her tail, Sylveon just whined more and looked as piteous as possible.
"I spoiled you." He said with a shake of his head, rubbing her belly with his free hand making her coo, Umbreon puffed her cheeks and huffed, Espeon just giggled.
"Skar." Skarmory began, getting his trainers attention, the creature pecked at his wrist. "Skar."
"Yes, yes I still have it." He said, playing the game of mystery as he pleased. Skarmory nodded and went into his bag, digging out its ball and returning itself, pleased with the meal and the rest. Menma placed the ball back into his bag, with some effort as Flareon was over his shoulders, who immediately whined that he was moving instead of being a useful pillow.
"Flaaaaare." Whined the Fire Type, Menma tsked and rubbed her head. Before grabbing what was left on his plate and jammed it in his mouth, getting annoyed with Silvy's constant nipping. His cheeks bulged as the herbed meat was stuffed into his mouth, he humed a 'Nurny nur nur' to Silvy. Smug little shit giggled at him. Swallowing after a few moments of glare-chewing he sighed.
"Alright, enough of this. I'll let you all out tonight, we'll camp out and have a jolly little slumber party, ok?" He promised with a sigh, the creatures gave a collective call of joy as he returned them all, sighing and falling onto his back he was met with the barking laughter of Houndoom and Typhlosion. Lifting his head up just enough he glared at them, they wisely shut up.
"It's like having daughters." Menma grumbled.
"Daughters that think you're their chewtoy and pillow." Collette added with a chime.
"So daughters?"
Cerulean City
Typhlosion remained out as he was bored and wanted to walk about for a change, the others were content enough to stay in their balls. The bulky fire type was sleek as usual but like most of his kin under the trainer he was built to be a machine of melee combat. Not to say he couldn't melt a motherfuckers face off, because he could, but Typhlosion was more than willing to throw down at a moments notice, the thing was that most of his breed were more inclined towards Special Attacks, but to supplement any possible weakness Menma had him trained with Molag, after he got him, to beef him up a bit. It bloody worked I can tell you whut.
"Hey you!" Called out a vaguely familiar voice, Menma looked to his right to see the young man he saw before, "That's a pretty powerful looking Typhlosion you got there." He praised with a smirk.
"Thank you, Helios and I have been together for... oh I wanna say coming on four years now?" Menma turned to ask the big creature who shook one of his hands in a 'close enough' sort of motion. "But yes, he's quite strong for his age, I'm proud of him." Affirmed the trainer.
"Would you be up for a quick battle, I wanna see how well my team can go up against a stronger opponent." Asked the boy, Menma smiled and nodded.
"I'd be pleased to, I am Menma Uzumaki. My Typhlosion is aptly named, Helios, and this is Collette." He introduced them all.
"Pleasure to meet you, Gary." Said the Psychic type with a smirk, getting a surprised look from the boy. "Telepathy, darling. Nothing to be afraid of."
"I was more surprised that you spoke, I've never met a Pokemon capable of speech before, sorry. You are right though, Gary Oak. Nice to meetcha." Menma and Gary walked a few paces back from one another, Helios stayed in his place, the street became the battleground as people crowded around at a safe distance, Collette concentrated for a moment before creating a thin barrier around the cleared area, it took a bit of concentration but she managed to erect it, she wouldn't be able to repair or sustain it, but it would stand until broken by a strong enough attack.
Pokemon, Battle Theme (Colosseum Normal Battle)
"We'll just go until someone surrenders shall we?" Asked Menma, Helios's shoulders enflameds, as well did his tail, and he cracked his neck and rolled his arms out loose, the creature was more than ready to go.
Gary nodded and tossed out his first Pokemon a Wartortle. A turtle creature, blue skin and brown shell with white wave like ears and a curled spiral tail. Wartortle grunted in the face of Helios, kid had balls if nothing else.
"Lets go, you first." Said Menma, grandiosely.
"Wartortle, Rapid Spin!" Ordered Gary, with speed unlike most creatures of its kind Wartortle shot forward, ducking into its shell, Helios sidestepped the attack and, with a red glowing fist, struck the turtle, not harming it so much as dazing it.
As the his struck Helios was encompassed by a red glow. "That would be Power-Up Punch, each time it lands he get stronger." Menma informed, Gary was a little off balance but kept his cool.
"Use Water Gun and spin into Whirlpool!" Clever indeed, Wartortle struck Helios in the chest with the blast of high pressure water and then released several more, angled streams to spin on the spot, all the water became a great whirlpool that leapt upon Helios.
"Use Fire Wheel and turn that water to steam." Ordered Menma, Helios grinned before becoming, well what you would expect, a wheel of flame, rolling up into a circle and creating a storm of fire in its wake the Pokemon turned the others attack into hot, moist air. "Now follow up with another Power-Up Punch." Helios darted forward, careful to avoid another Watergun and struck the turtle with such force it was forced out of its shell to escape the painful vibrations.
"Now use Flame Charge. Be careful not to kill." Menma liked Gary's spunk, and if nothing else the boy had a brain, he'd had to snuff out that passion so quickly. Like a bullet of red hot pain, Helios shot towards the turtle and struck it in the softer, underside of its shell, Wartortle simply couldn't take any more pain and fell over, unconscious, burn marks on its body in random places.
"Return... well done. I can see that appearance isn't everything, Helios can really back it up." He looked at the tightly wound form of the Fire Type and thought for a moment, he needed to remember he wasn't in this battle to win he was in this battle to test himself and his team.
"Phlooo!" Roared Helios, his fire burning hotter as his battle-hunger grew, he loved a good fight, even one where he was teaching the younglings about strength, this was all harmless fun to him. The people looking on saw the majestic creature and were awed by its strength.
"Alright, let's do this, Pidgeotto!" Ariel advantage would sure allow him to try something different. Pidgeotto was like a better version of Pidgey, nothing too impressive but still better than garden trash, and this one looked to have good genetics on its side if the richer colouration in its crest was anything to go by.
Collette picked the boys brain for a moment and almost giggled at the similarities between him and her lover, they both overlooked Spearow and Fearow due to their less than pleasant looks.
"Pidgeotto use gust to create a cyclone around Helios, suck all the oxygen outta of those flames." Ordered Gary and so the creature did just that, Helios though wasn't having any of that and rushed forward, passing through that gathering winds and leapt into the air, surprising Gary into silence as he watched with morbid fascination as the bigger Pokemon plucked his Pidgeotto out of the air and slammed it into the ground, the cracking noise of its wings drew his hand to its ball and he returned it.
Menma whistled for Helios to come back, he was calling this off, he saw all he needed to. Collette tore down the barrier as her partner walked towards the boy. "Good ideas, I suppose execution can't really be counted due to circumstance but I like the way you think Gary, keep that up and you'll go far." Praised Menma patting the young boys shoulder, "Helios how do you think it went."
A big toothy grin and a thumbs up was all they needed.
Gary smiled, and even chuckled a bit. "Thanks, but I know I got a long way to go. This helped me see that, however short it was, I enjoyed our battle Menma. I hope we can do it again, when my team can match yours evenly." Gary offered a hand and the older trainer took it without hesitation.
"I'd like that Gary, I really would."
End.
So the way I kind of want this to go is for Menma to throw a few pearls of wisdom to those who he thinks will use them well, and offer his experienced eye to the potential career trainers of Kanto.
Drop a review if you liked it, I'll have another one soon for ya.
Raxychaz!