The Leaf Village story will be a prequal. And if it is successful, there may be another prequal and/or sequal. There are quite a few ideas me and Dr. Insane-O have for other animes...

Ah yes, before we begin let me explain something.

Napalm is a fluid that bursts into flames easily, kind of like a super-flamable gasoline. It is held in large containers which are dropped like bombs from planes. It hits the ground, catches on fire, and splashes on everything in sight. It is impossible to put out with water or a fire extinguisher. It just burns and burns until it finally runs out. Needless to say, it makes everything toasty.

Now that we're clear on that, lets get on with the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon.


Dr. Insane-O sat up and rubbed the bump on his head. "Oh... what happened?" He glanced from side to side and found himself sitting in the middle of the street in the Soul Society. "Hm... What happened?"

"Pika?" a soft little voice asked from behind him.

"Huh?" Dr. Insane-O turned around. Sitting in front of him was that little bundle of love known as Pikachu. "Pikachu?"

"Pika!" the Pokemon chirped.

"Why are you in the Soul Society? Wait..." Dr. Insane-O realized that Pikachu wasn't the only Pokemon in front of him. Behind Pikachu, thousands of the little creatures filled the streets as far as the eye could see. Tears welled in Dr. Insane-O's eyes, and he sank to his knees as he surveyed the countless spirits. "He did it... He actually did it..."

"Pika?" Pikachu looked up at the sky. Above them, several fighter jets were flying overhead.

"That maniac!" Dr. Insane-O punched the dirt. "That fool! Why Agent HUNK?! Why?! Why did you have to kill them?! You were supposed to catch 'em all, not kill 'em all! WHY!?"

Meanwhile, Agent HUNK was sitting in the cockpit of one of the overhead fighter jets. "Okay boys, lets roast us some BBQ..." he joked over the radio. Agent HUNK cackled like a madman as he hit a large red button, releasing several containers of napalm upon the unsuspecting crowd of Pokemon beneath him, as did the other planes.

"YOU MANIAAAAAAC!!!" Dr. Insane-O screamed at the sky as everything he knew and loved burned into the night.

---

"WUH?!" Dr. Insane-O bolted upright, throwing the blanket over him aside. "A dream?" he looked around. "It was all just a dream..."

"Good, you're finally awake," a voice chuckled behind him. Dr. Insane-O looked over his shoulder and saw Ganju sitting in the corner of the room eating from a bowl of rice. "I was wondering when you'd wake up. What's wrong?"

"I had a bad dream..." Dr. Insane-O sighed. "It involved cute and innocent critters and lots of napalm."

"What's napalm?" Ganju blinked dumbly.

"Liquid fire," Dr. Insane-O replied. "It burns anything and everything."

Ganju grinned. "Do you know how to make it?"

"No," Dr. Insane-O shook his head. "But Agent HUNK does."

"Hm, I'll have to ask him about that when we find him," Ganju mused. Suddenly, his face lit up. "Oh right, I need to tell my sister about you! She was asleep when I brought you in, so she doesn't-"

SLAM!!!

The door to the room suddenly slid open, and a loud voice screamed out, "WHO THE ---- IS THAT?!"

---

'Heh heh heh...' Agent HUNK thought to himself as he casually walked down the streets of the Seireitei, hands in his pockets and a smirk beneath his mask. 'I look like ol' Kakashi, and nobody suspects a thing. This is great!'

"The parade is about to start any minute!" a child squeeled as she ran by him in a hurry.

"Wait for me!" a little boy ran after her.

"What's going on?" Agent HUNK watched the children run around a street corner up ahead.

"The Soul Reaper parade is about to begin!" a man replied as he rushed by.

"Soul Reaper parade?" Agent HUNK went pale, although the mask he was wearing obscured most of his face from view. "I think I'll go the other way..." He turned around to walk the other way, but when he took a step forward he ran into somebody. "Oh, I'm sorry..." he apologized.

"No problem at all," a grim voice replied, "Old friend."

"Oh snap," Agent HUNK stared up in horror at the grinning face of Zabuza Momochi.

---

"So... WHO IS HE?!"

Ganju was trembling in terror before the raven-haired woman standing in the doorway. Dressed in revealing red attire and possessing a prosthetic arm, she looked like the Devil incarnated as a woman. "He's... he's..." Ganju stuttered.

"OUT WITH IT!!!" she barked.

"He's a friend of the Soul Reaper Slayer!" Ganju replied in a frightened tone. "His name is Dr. Insane-O! I told him we'd help him find his friend, Agent HUNK! I thought it was a good idea, Kukaku!"

"Hi..." Dr. Insane-O waved weakly, sitting on his knees with a blank stare on his face.

"Hmph..." the woman glanced at Dr. Insane-O. "And why would we do that?"

"Well, his friend kills Soul Reapers with no remorse..." Ganju shrugged. "And he can give us some sort of liquid fire, which should help business."

"Liquid fire, you say?" Kukaku arched an eyebrow.

"Hi..." Dr. Insane-O waved again. Kukaku stared at him for a moment in confusion. Then she realized that all though he was staring at her, he wasn't looking at her face.

"YOU PERVERT!!!" she ran forward and kneed him in the jaw, sending the poor doctor flying across the room.

"WOW, SHE'S AWSOME!!!" Dr. Insane-O exclaimed from the floor.

"Get up..." she growled.

"Yes, ma'am..." Dr. Insane-O whimpered, staggering to his feet and standing up straight.

"Now, I don't you what you're doing here..." she walked over to him and poked him in the chest, "But what makes you think we're going to help you? So what if you're friends with the Soul Reaper Slayer? Like we're supposed to believe that!" As she ranted on, Dr. Insane-O's head began to tilt forward, and his eyes started to drift downward. "The only way we're going to help you is if you make it worth our while. Payment. In cash. You give us the money, we give you the help. ... Are you listening to me?"

"Hi..." Dr. Insane-O's blank stare had returned.

"Gr..." Without warning, Kukaku lunged forward and grabbed him by the throat. With terrifying strength, she choke-slammed him into the ground, cracking the tiles on the floor, as well as most of his bones. "IF I EVER SEE YOU LOOKING BELOW MY NECK AGAIN, I'LL STRAP YOU TO THE BIGGEST ROCKET I'VE GOT AND BLAST YOU INTO OBLIVION!!! GOT IT?!"

"Yes, ma'am..." he whimpered. "But what if you're holding something in your hand, and you want me to look at it, and you're holding it below your neck, and-"

"BOOM!!!" she snarled.

"Okay, just checking..." he smiled nervously.


I hate Pokemon. I told Dr. Insane-O that I have an urge to massacre all Pokemon in a mass Pokemon genocide. He claims I wouldn't stand a chance. I say napalm works wonders. -evil laughter-