A/N: Welp, back in the saddle. While I was gone I came up with many new ideas, mostly thanks to playing Heartgold. For those of you who might have missed the update, I can no longer take requests. I got a warning and if my stories get deleted, I definitely will quit. I have them backed up on my comp just in case it happens, but sometimes I post chapters up and forget to save them to my comp, so if they get deleted, I'll lose the will to write them. Maybe some new stories, but not the ones I've been working on.
PS. This story isn't exactly accurate because you can't really do it until after you beat the Cianwood Gym
Ch. 7: Where Art Thou Shuckle?
Gold stumbled on the beach as the Politoed he was clinging to hit land. His face was about as green as the pokemon's wet skin, but, after all, he had been holding on to a Pokemon who barely reached his chest past the Whirl Islands. After he returned the Frog Pokemon and coughed up his lunch, the boy felt a little better and he observed his surroundings.
"Ah," he marveled. "Cianwood City, now I can get my fifth badge!"
He shook his cramped arms and turned towards the Pokemon Center when suddenly a flash of red and black rushed by him, turning a corner and disappearing into the cave.
"What the-?" he started to ask before something knocked him sprawling into the ground. The boy reached over and snatched his gold and black hat off the ground staring at the figure running off. Hotheaded as always, he reached for a pokeball with a snarl.
"Explotaro, go!"
With a loud pop and a flash of white light, a slim weasel with flames on its tail and neck popped out.
"Explotaro, Tackle!"
As swift as always, the Quilava dashed towards the retreating figure and slammed into the back of their legs, causing the poor soul to fall flat on their face. Gold returned the Volcano Pokemon and pounced on the person the pokemon downed. He flipped them over and discovered it was a meek looking man with spectacles on the end of his nose. His mousy brown hair was covering half of his face, but enough was revealed to show he was crying.
"I-I-I'm s-s-sorry!" he wailed, trying to cover his face with his hands.
Gold sighed, this desperate pathetic man obviously knocked him over by accident. He stood up and extended a hand to help him up which the man accepted gratefully.
"No problem, just try and be more careful."
Before Gold could register what was going on, the man suddenly collapsed to his knees and buried his face into his hands.
"I d-do-don't kn-kn-know what I-I-I'm going t-t-to do!"
Gold sighed, and grabbed the man's shoulders.
"Calm down and tell me what's going on."
After taking a few deep breaths, the man continued speaking, to Gold's relief, without his stammer.
"I was at home minding my own business when this rude red-headed boy burst in and ran off with my Sneasel!"
Gold scowled, sitting up and looking towards the direction the man was running.
"Silver." he spat with disdain.
The man looked up, tilting his head with mild curiosity?
"You know him?"
"We've met."
The man suddenly shivered, fresh tears falling down his cheeks.
"What if he comes back and takes my other rare Pokemon?"
Gold shrugged, standing up and turning towards the gym.
"Listen, I'm sorry about what Silver did to you, but I really should get-"
Suddenly, the man's eyes lit up and he looked at Gold with newfound hope.
"Wait, you're a strong trainer! Maybe you can help me!"
He suddenly dug into his pockets and pulled out a pokeball, thrusting it into Gold's hands.
"Can you keep my Pokemon safe? Just until I'm sure that hooligan won't come back to get it!"
Gold stared at the man wide-eyed, the whole time trying to protest. But when the man handed him the pokeball, he looked down at the sphere then back at the pleading human being with a thoughtful look on his face.
"Wait a minute... So what you're saying is you want me, a complete stranger who attacked you with a Quilava, to watch your most prized possession?"
The mousy man nodded with an oblivious look in his eyes as if he didn't comprehend what Gold was getting at, but Gold just grinned in response.
"Of course I'll watch it for you! No problem at all!"
He grinned at the fellow who beamed at him in response.
"Thank you! Oh thank you! Just return it to me in the next couple of days, that way we'll know for sure he's gone."
The man was so happy he turned around and ran back to his house without another word. After the man went in, Gold tossed the pokeball in front of him, mildly surprised to find a turtle, that resembled a rock with holes all over its shell.
"Ah I've heard of you! You're a Shuckle! That pokemon that makes berry juice!"
The Shuckle looked up at him with a curious look on its face while Gold started to sort through his devious thoughts.
"Should I?... I shouldn't... But then again, he practically gave me his Shuckle."
Gold shrugged and returned the pokemon to its pokeball and turned towards the pokemon center.
Meanwhile in New Bark Town, Gold's mother was preparing dinner for herself when she noticed something in the transporter.
"Oh! Gold must have sent more money to save!"
She hurried over to the transporter only to find, not Pokes, but a pokeball and a note which read:
Dear Mom,
I will no longer send any more money to you to save for me. I appreciate the gesture, but I'm tired of you buying crap I don't need with My money! I mean seriously, why the heck would you spend money on a berry when I can just walk by and pick one off of a tree? Anyway, to show my "gratitude", I sent you a new blender!
Love, Gold
