Chapter 11: Game Corner Royale

"Ratty, use Quick Attack!"

Yellow's Rattata moved too fast for Pika to react, but luckily the attack did not do very much damage.

"Pika, Head-butt!"

Pika charged at the Rattata, his aim true and knocking Ratty down to a critical level of health.

Yellow started to look panicked.

"Um… Ratty, return!"

She called back the rat pokémon into its ball and pulled out another.

"Go, Dody!"

The Doduo launched out of its ball, sliding along the dirt road and coming to a halt right in front of Pika.

I sighed. Pika sensed my reluctance to fight and simply sniffed at the two headed bird pokémon.

"What's wrong?" Yellow asked.

"Flying types are extremely weak to Electric," I explained for the tenth time that week.

Yellow looked downcast. "Oh. Right. Sorry."

"No, its fine," I replied hastily. "We just need to, ah… come up with something to help you remember…"

I snapped my fingers. "I know!"

I curled my right hand into a fist and laid the bottom of it on the palm of my left hand.

"Misty taught me this while we were camping one night," I said as Yellow watched intently. "Since pokémon typing is like a rock-paper-scissors match up, she made a similar kind of game to go with it. Maybe it will help you remember what types match up and what ones don't."

Yellow nodded and made her hands like mine.

"Now, for the sake of the game we can have paper, scissors and rock be Grass, Steel and… Rock."

Yellow giggled.

"But we also need to add gestures for the other types. So here they are…"

I spent the next fifteen minutes showing the type symbols to make with your hands and then Yellow and I played the game. I have to thank Misty for teaching me this because it is definitely helping Yellow remember the type matchups. We played a couple of rounds and she managed to beat me 4 out of 7 times which I consider very impressive. As we started an eighth round, I heard a bike bell and looked up to see Misty return with my bike that she used to scout ahead.

"The way through Saffron City is closed off," Misty informed as she got off my bike. "The guard complained of being thirsty and then shooed me away. Luckily, there's an underground tunnel that leads right outside Celadon City, where you can get your fourth badge."

I nodded. "Did you happen to catch the typing of the next gym?"

"Grass. The gym leader's a friend of mine and she's no pushover."

I paced around. Poli was weak to Grass and even though he had Ice Beam as a coverage, there's a stronger possibility that the gym leader's pokémon were both stronger and faster. So Ice Beam's 100% Accuracy would mean jack squat if that was true. Pika's electric attacks wouldn't be very effective so I would have to use his speed for finishing moves and Saur is the same type as all of the pokémon I'm likely to encounter so his attacks wouldn't help much, however he would be good for stalling. I love my pokémon and think I really can win any battle with them, but this is a type where I need to be expansive and not rely on the same three pokémon I've been using this whole time.

So I need a Fire-type. I was meaning to catch a few anyway but I heard there was only an abundance of them on this path, with them being rare everywhere else. How convenient.

Out of curiosity, I pulled out my pokédex and ran through my catalogue.

50 species encountered

12 caught

That's normal, right?

Oh well, if I catch more pokémon than intended, that's fine. But there's only one right now that I am absolutely dead set on getting, one I've wanted since I was three years old.

Three Hours Later…

One pokéball left. A Vulpix, Pontya, Oddish, Bellsprout, and Meowth were safely transported from my PC to Professor Oak's lab (because no matter how creepy he is towards humans, at least I know my pokémon will be safe with him) along with my other pokémon there who really need the space. Yet I still haven't found the one I wanted.

"Why are the pokémon I want on my team always the hardest to find?" I muttered.

The three of us were trudging through the tall grass, covered in dirt and sweat. Misty spit off to the side and Yellow was looking around constantly for other wild pokémon.

"Why not use the two Fire-types you already caught?" Misty asked tiredly.

I leaned forward to part the grass. Eyes darting around and my nose working overtime for any scent I could go on, my probing proved fruitless. Grunting in frustration, I stood back up and dusted my jeans.

"Because the one I want is special," I explained equally tiredly. "You ever had a pokémon you wanted since you were a kid but your mom didn't have any for pets and you had to wait ten years to get the chance to find it only to walk around in circles and circles for what seems like days?"

Misty looked off in remembrance. "Actually yeah. Before I took over my family's gym, I spent an entire year traveling Kanto just to look for a wild Squirtle before I found out they were only given as starters. My starter was my first Starmie so Professor Oak wouldn't give me one, and since Squirtle's such a popular pokémon no one wanted to trade me."

"Are you still looking for a Squirtle?" Yellow asked. "Because I'd be more than willing to help you find one."

Misty smiled regretfully. "That's sweet of you Yellow, but if I haven't found one in such a long time-"

"There it is!" I shouted excitedly.

Straight ahead was the pokémon I want: A Growlithe.

The puppy pokémon pounced through the grass, looking like it was hunting for something. It rolled over and over and swiped a paw through the air, letting out a small bark in the process. It was pretty adorable.

Ok, how to go about this? One pokéball, and my three pokémon were at level 25 while this Growlithe was likely 20 at the most. I don't want to use Poli at risk of a one hit K.O., and if I use Pika then I'd have to use less powerful Electric attacks to hopefully paralyze it or repeatedly use Quick Attack to whittle away its health. Maybe I could even have Saur use Sleep powder if Growlithe isn't too quick with a Fire attack. Or should I just skip the pokémon and take a gamble in just using the pokéball…

Why does my leg suddenly feel warm and wet?

I looked down to see the Growlithe lower its leg and kick at the ground.

It peed on me!

"Augh!" I groaned.

Of course, Misty and Yellow found this to be funny.

"Please stop laughing," I moaned.

"I think he wants to go with you," Yellow giggled. "Growlithe usually do that to mark their property."

Yellow called out to the puppy. "Is that right?"

Growlithe barked playfully.

I stared at the pokémon, then shrugged. Then, I threw my last pokéball at it and with a flash, it was just the shaking ball where the Growlithe stood.

One…

Two…

Three…

Click!

I walked over and scooped up the pokéball.

"Alright," I said, satisfied. "Now for a stop at the Celadon Pokémon Center and then the gym."

"You don't need to go to a center," Yellow said. "Hand me your pokéballs real quick."

A little confused, I was compliant nevertheless. Yellow took two of my pokéballs in each hand, and a light engulfed the balls for five seconds. Then the light subsided and she handed my pokémon back.

"There, they should be fully healed."

Shocked, I pulled out my pokédex and scanned the balls. Each of the pokémon within the balls were at full health with all of their moves at max PP.

I looked up at Misty, who was just as surprised and amazed as I was.

"…How did you do that?" I asked Yellow.

"I've been able to do that since I was little," Yellow said as she started on walking, with Misty and me following. "To heal and tele… telapuh…"

"Telepathically," Misty supplied helpfully.

"Yeah, that," Yellow confirmed. "Telepathically talk with pokémon. Mr. Fuji said that it is a gift given to anyone born in the Viridian Forest."

People actually live and have children in that deathtrap of a forest? Well, I guess if it gives you the ability to be a living Pokémon Center it can't be too bad.

"Were the rest of your family born in the forest?" I asked.

"I live with my uncle in the city," Yellow said.

"Oh…" I said awkwardly. "So does that mean your parents are…"

My arm felt a sharp pain. I turned to the left to see Misty lower her fist and giving me a reprimanding look. I realized what my mistake was.

"I'm sorry," I said quickly. "I was being insensitive-"

"It's okay," Yellow assured. "It's kind of hard to feel sad if you never knew your parents to begin with."

Without pressing any more questions on Yellow's family, we made our way to the underground tunnel and went through it, ending up at the entrance to Celadon City. Celadon was no doubt the largest city I've seen yet. Buildings were lined up in rows on each street, condos on every corner, hundreds of people and pokémon walking around, chatting and laughing, going into shops or sitting outside restaurants with their pokémon.

"So where's the gym?" I asked Misty.

Misty pulled out a modified Town Map on an electronic tablet. "Around the block from the department store, in the Celadon Park."

"How about we replenish our supplies from the store before going to the gym," Yellow suggested.

"Good idea," I agreed. "But we can't get distracted while we're there."

….

What is it about shopping that makes it a lotus tree for girls? I mean for them, it's like the Hotel California; you can check out anytime you like but you can never leave.

I had to spend TWO AND A HALF HOURS being dragged around by Misty and Yellow, who wanted to look at every pokémon accessory from the pokédolls that they played with as kids to pokémon sweaters, cooing about how Pika and my new Growlithe (Arcan) would look "precious" in them. I got what I needed when I came in here, 24 Great Balls, super potions, a couple of TMs and a Fire Stone but nooooooo. The girls wanted to look at every little thing in this store. Right now, they were talking about looking for new clothes back on the 2nd floor.

Arceus Almighty, help me. I didn't like shopping with my mom back in Pallet Town and I don't like shopping with my friends now in Celadon.

By the time we were finally done, I was struggling to carry the mountain of boxes containing everything the girls bought, while Misty and Yellow were in front of me with the lightest possible bags a store could supply. Where are we even going to put all of this stuff? I can only use the hammerspace excuse so many times and I rather not make it harder to find things in my backpack than it already is.

"We can take this to the PC at the Pokémon Center and store all of our stuff in it," Misty told Yellow. "I'll show you how to make an account to access from anywhere so you can store items you don't need at the moment."

I sighed in relief. Unfortunately, that sigh caused the stack of boxes I was carrying to sway a little bit.

"Nonononononono," I pleaded.

The swaying stopped.

I smiled.

WHOOSH!

Next thing I knew, I was trapped beneath all of the boxes like a victim of an avalanche.

"…Help," I whispered.

My cry was answered, and some of the boxes were lifted and formed a window for the sweet sunlight to pour through.

"Are you okay young man?"

I clawed my way out of the rest of the boxes and found a hand in front of me. I grabbed it, and it pulled me up, the remaining boxes tumbling away.

"Thank you," I said, looking up to see who my savior was.

It was a man in what I'd say would be his early 30's. His dark hair was slicked back and he had black pants and a black jacket over a white turtleneck shirt. He had a warm smile as he helped me up, one that reminded me of my mom back at home and how she smiled every time she looked at me.

"No problem," he said jovially. His voice was deep, but fatherly. I was starting to get homesick now and wondering when the last time I called my mother was. "Your friends went ahead to the Pokémon Center. Would you like some help with those boxes so you can catch up?"

After my encounters with Team Rocket and the gym leaders I probably should be more careful about interacting with strangers. But I really did need help with the boxes.

"Yeah, thanks," I said, picking up as many of the boxes I reasonably could while the man scooped up the rest.

As we made our way to the Center, I chuckled.

"Women and shopping," I half joked. "Am I right?"

The man chuckled as well. "I know the feeling. My wife used to drag me to the department store all the time with promises of lunch afterwards."

I noticed the past tense he referred to his wife in but decided not to ask anything. Instead I tilted my head in agreement. "Food is a good bargaining tool. It certainly would've made me more compliant with my friends while they did their thing."

We continued walking.

"So you're a trainer?" The man asked. "I saw the pokéballs on your belt."

"Yep," I said proudly. "I'm here to get my fourth badge."

"Impressive," the man nodded. "And your starter?"

"Bulbasaur, now an Ivysaur."

"A fine pokémon. Can I see it?"

I set down the boxes and pulled out Saur's ball.

"Sure. Come on out Saur!"

I threw the pokéball in the air, which opened up and fired its stream of light that allowed Saur to materialize on the ground.

The man smiled and held out a hand to pet Saur, but to my surprise, Saur stepped back and started growling at the man.

"Saur!" I reprimanded, bending down and calming him by scratching his ears. "I'm sorry, he doesn't usually do this."

"It's alright," the man assured as he pulled his hand back. "Your Ivysaur is just being protective of you, a common reaction when it meets strangers."

I wasn't too sure about that. Saur was friendly when I met Brock, Misty, and Yellow and this man was helpful and nice. So why was Saur giving him a hard time?

I called Saur back into his ball, picked up the boxes and then we continued on to the Pokémon Center, with the man making suggestions for filling the rest of my team and giving me various bits of advice.

"It's also a good idea to rotate between teams so you won't be lacking in pokémon you need for certain situations."

I chuckled. "That's a good idea, but I'm trying to build a team that covers all the bases so I don't constantly have to switch out. I just want to be friends with my pokémon and I can't do that if I have so many that I can't pay equal attention to all of them."

The man shrugged. "Whatever works best."

Once we walked through the doors we found our way to Misty and Yellow at a PC and put down the boxes.

"There you are," Misty said. "I was beginning to think you got lost."

"Sorry if we bogged you down," Yellow added.

"It's alright," I said. "I had some help getting all this stuff here."

I turned to the man. "Thank you sir. If there's anything I can do to make us even, let me know."

"Actually, there is," said the man as he ruffled through his pockets. "I own the Celadon Game Corner a few blocks from here, and I would like you three to come check it out. Here's some coupons for a free round of coins to use at the machines."

We each took a coupon.

"Sounds fun," I said, pocketing the coupon. "We can drop by on the way to the gym."

"Excellent," the man said brightly. "I'll see you there then."

As he exited the Pokémon Center, Misty spoke up.

"Red, who was that man?"

"I don't know," I admitted.

"You didn't get his name?"

"No, he just offered to help me with the boxes and we started talking."

Misty stared at her coupon suspiciously.

"I don't know about this," said Misty wearily.

"My uncle always told me not to accept things from strangers unless I beat them in a battle," Yellow said with a tone conflicted between wanting to check out the game corner and feeling suspicious about the man.

"It's just a game corner," I chuckled. "What's the worst that could happen?"

I deserve to be slapped for saying that.

SLAP!

…I did ask for that.

So after we got all the clothes and other purchases stored onto the PC, Misty, Yellow and I left for the game corner. As we looked for it, we heard some people say that it was bad for the city's image while others said we would have a blast. Regardless of what we heard, we kept on walking until we finally reached the place.

Stepping through the doors, the interior definitely fit my perceptions as to what a game corner would look like. I mean, it wasn't a lavish casino or anything but it was clean and well-kept with a baby blue paintjob along the walls that overall tied the place together. Slot machines were set up in row after row with frantic players clinging to see how much gold they would win or lose, card tables with dealers shuffling the decks in over the top fashions, there was even a kid's zone with a few classic arcade games and a claw machine. At the end of a row of slots, the counter where you can get your coins was waiting there, the worker behind it bearing a bouncy smile.

"Come on," I said excitedly. "There's no line!"

We cashed in our coupons and got three separate bags of coins along with three empty buckets in case we actually won more coins. I spotted an unoccupied slot machine and asked Yellow if she wanted to try it.

"Um…"

"It's easy Yellow," I prodded. "All you do is enter a couple of coins, pull the lever, see if the slots match up and you either get or lose more coins from it."

Yellow shrugged, got up on the stool and inserted a couple of coins. She pulled the lever and waited for the slots to finish spinning. Two of the slots matched up and at least six coins flowed from the dispenser.

"This is fun," Yellow said with a smile, preparing to play again. "I think I'm going to stay at this machine for a little while."

"Alright," I replied cheerfully. "C'mon Misty, let's see what else there is."

Misty and I walked around the game corner, looking for any game that we could have a chance at winning. We were passing a card table when the dealer started advertising.

"Step right up," the dealer shouted to us while shuffling a deck. "Choose a card with a pokémon on it and try to get four in a row before the one minute time limit runs out. Ten coins for three tries. If you get rows on all three then you win 1,000 coins. Two out of three, it's 500. One it's 250 and if you lose all of them it's zip, zero, none."

The dealer motioned for the two of us. "How about you two lovebirds?"

I coughed. "Lovebirds? We're-"

"Wow, that looks fun," Misty suddenly said wistfully. "But I don't think I could win. I'm not good when it comes to cards. Can you stay here to support me, 'honey'?"

I sweat dropped as Misty gave me a quick, barely noticeable wink.

"Um, anything for you… my beloved… pumpernickel?"

The dealer gave me an odd look but if Misty thought it was lame, she didn't show it and instead kissed me on the nose.

Next time she does that I hope she aims a little lower.

Misty sat at the table and the dealer quickly dealt the cards in five rows.

"Which pokémon do you hope to find?"

Misty stared at the cards, biting her lip in thought.

"How about…Seel."

The dealer gave a painfully fake smile. "Good luck."

Misty tapped her fingers on the table a few times before selecting her first card; it was a Seel. She took a little longer before selecting the next one, however it ended up being a Jigglypuff. By the 15 second mark, I was starting to get a little worried. Misy only found two Seel cards and neither of them were in a row. Surrounding them were overturned cards with every pokémon but. There was no way she could get four in a row in time.

"Time's up," the dealer announced cheerfully.

"Aw man," Misty pouted.

What was with all the theatrics? What was she up to?

"Tell you what," the dealer offered as he shuffled the cards again. "Since you're such a pretty face, I'll let that be a practice round and give you three additional tries. If you win all three of them, I'll give you quadruple the usual reward."

I rolled my eyes. "Come on Misty, these things are rigged anyway."

"That does sound like a good offer," said Misty while ponderously scratching her chin. "I'll do it!"

The dealer smirked and dealt out the cards once more, facedown. This time however, Misty was quicker in finding the cards she wanted. To my surprise and the dealer's mild amusement, Misty managed to find all four Seels in a row with only three other cards flipped.

"An improvement," the dealer said as he collected the cards. "But let's see if your luck improves twice more."

Next time, Misty managed to find all four in 15 seconds, to the dealer's chargin. Then, she found all four in three seconds. The card dealer's jaw dropped in shock as Misty scooped up 4,000 coins and remained that way as she got up and started walking towards the exchange counter.

"Coming darling?" Misty called back.

I realized I was standing there absently as well, but shook out of it and trotted after the water gym leader.

"What was that?" I asked.

"My mom taught me how to count cards when I was little," explained Misty with a mischievous grin.

My eyes widened. "Isn't that… morally ambiguous? And illegal?"

"Only in some regions," Misty dismissed. "Besides, it was fun to actually put that to use."

"Who are you and what have you done with Misty?" I joked.

Misty playfully punched me in the shoulder. "Shut up, that was the only time I'll do it. You said it yourself, those things are rigged anyway. How else was I supposed to win?"

"You're not supposed to sweetheart," I grinned. "That's the one rule of gambling, you win nothing for something and know when to get away with what you could salvage."

"Ah, but it isn't gambling if you know you can't lose."

She got me there.

At the exchange counter, we figured out that we could exchange our coins for many rare prizes such as TMs and hard to find items and-

"Pokémon?" I repeated after the cashier explained.

"Yeah, if you have enough coins you can exchange them for a rare pokémon that are hard to find anywhere else like Scyther, Abra, Dratini, and we're also the only place where people can get a Porygon. But we gave the last one of those away to another boy your age just yesterday. Don't worry though, we're restocking on those next week!"

I looked at Misty. "Can they do that? Give pokemon away as prizes?"

"It does seem questionable," she said.

"Nonsense," the cashier laughed. "Just think about it as getting a gift pokémon but giving a gift back."

Misty and I cast glances at one another.

"I'm gonna check on Yellow," I said.

"I'm gonna go see what the arcade has," Misty replied with a nod.

I knew that meant "do some investigating". So we went off in separate directions, with the cashier calling that Misty forgot her coins. I went back to the slot machine we left Yellow at and sure enough, she was still there but with a much bigger load in her bucket.

"Nice job," I commented as a few more coins dropped from the slot to the bucket. "Misty and I are ready to go, so finish up here and come on."

"N-not yet," Yellow swatted as she stared at the slots longingly. "I'm almost at 100,000 coins."

Yellow inserted more coins into the machine and pulled the lever. However, none of the slots matched up and she got nothing.

"Dang it," she dejected.

I raised an eyebrow. "It's okay Yellow, you got more than enough-"

"Nonononono," said Yellow quickly, desperation rising in her tone. "I got this."

She pulled the lever. Same result.

"Just quit while you're ahead," I pleaded.

"Just one more."

Yellow pulled the lever once more, and this time a few coins tumbled out.

"There, you won," I said dismissively. "Can we go now?"

"No, I gotta ride this hot streak!"

I sighed. This was gonna take a while.

I looked around at the slots next to us and I noticed one of them was currently being worked on by a repair person. Hey, I don't want to gender associate.

"Hey, do you know if the game corner's allowed to give pokémon as prizes?" I asked.

The repair person froze.

"Um, son," they said in what sounded like a girl's voice trying to impersonate a man's. "I just fix the machines, I don't really-"

Wait. I know that voice.

"Blue?" I asked disbelievingly.

Blue got out from the machine's small doorway and got up while simultaneously trying to block a toolbox of coins from my view. She was dressed in a standard repairman uniform with her hair tied up in a ponytail under a cap and had black smudges on her face for added effect.

Cute.

"What are you doing?" I asked in an Are you kidding me manner.

Blue shrugged. "Do you honestly expect me to actually buy coins only to gamble them away on rigged casino games? Why do that when I can just get free coins from the machines and pass them off as my spoils?"

That's… actually… huh.

She knelt back down to get her tool box. "I could also just buy lots of coins at the counter and take them directly to the prize counter, but they wouldn't allow that and then I have to actually pay. This is easier and-"

"More fun?" I finished.

"Exactly," Blue replied happily. "You're starting to get it!"

As Blue stood back up, carrying the tool box full of coins by the handle, I continued to question her.

"So what do you know about the pokémon offered as prizes here?" I asked. "And whether it's legal or not?"

"Ah, right," Blue said. "Green told me you would be concerned about that."

"Green was here?"

"Yeah, he won the last Porygon," Blue explained.

I laughed. "There's no way Green would gamble for a pokémon if he knew it was against the law or seemed harmful to the pokémon itself."

"Of course he wouldn't," Blue agreed. "The gym leader told him to."

I furrowed my brow. "Is the gym leader in on this?"

Blue shook her head. "No, she wanted it as evidence for her private investigation. She didn't give Green exact details except that she had a way to tell whether a pokémon was obtained illegally or mistreated."

"Was it?"

"Green said yes but you had a track record for meddling in criminal affairs so he wasn't worried," Blue assured.

I smirked. "Green seems to be telling a lot to someone who stole from his grandfather."

Blue returned the smirk. "We got to know each other a little better when he handcuffed himself to me. After dragging me on his errand, I managed to distract him and escape."

Blue leaned in a little closer, her nose nearly touching mine. My smirk disappeared as I desperately thought about Misty and tried to ignore the fact that Blue smelt like peaches.

"I'd show you how, but I don't want to make the red head jealous," she whispered. "And quite frankly, I don't think you're as cute as he is."

"Look, I'm experiencing complicated feelings about Misty and you flirting with-"

My eyebrows raised. "Wait, you think Green is cuter than I am?"

Blue backed up and gave an apologetic look. "Well, look at him. He's cold yet confident, his eyes are gorgeous and he has a nice, tight-"

I stopped paying attention then. Over Blue's shoulder, I saw a shifty looking man in a trench coat push a button behind a poster of a rocket. A downward passageway opened up next to it and the man went down the stairs out of sight.

I walked around Blue and speeded towards the passage.

"Red?" Blue called confused.

"Get Yellow out of here and find Misty," I called back.

The wall hiding the secret stairs was coming back down so I quickly rolled through before it closed all the way.

Predictably, I forgot about the stairs.

I shouted in pain as I tumbled down and down. I made it downstairs with what I was sure to be a bruised coccyx and my welcoming committee wasn't ideal either.

Surrounding me were about twenty Team Rocket grunts. Some looked startled at my sudden appearance and some were grabbing their pokéballs.

"Thirty five minutes before you found our hideout. I must say, that's very disappointing."

I watched as the Team Rocket members parted for the man who helped me earlier.

"You?!"

The man smirked.

I rolled my eyes. "Alright, what's your gimmick?"

The slick haired man continued to look amused.

"Gimmick?" he asked innocently.

"Yeah, for Koga it was that ninja thing and Surge it was a military/terrorist gig. So what about you? Gambling? Do you have card suit symbols on your pokéballs or something?"

The man chuckled. "I don't need a gimmick."

"Right," I scoffed. "Because you're so much more special than that."

I felt myself forcibly yanked up by two grunts, who then proceeded to yank off my belt of pokéballs and lock my wrists in handcuffs.

"You know, I don't think I've properly introduced myself to you, Red of Pallet Town," the man said.

"…How do you know where I'm from?" I asked slowly. He obviously heard Misty say my name earlier, but that doesn't explain how he knows where I lived before starting my journey.

"Because Koga reported it to me when he went through your PC profile."

The man got closer to me. I slapped my forehead with both of my cuffed hands. Of course, I should've seen this coming.

"My name is Giovanni, and I am the boss of Team Rocket."

The brains behind Team Rocket reveals himself! Can Red escape from his clutches? How long do you think it will take before fans of Pokémon cry out for a Diamond and Pearl remake after Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire are released?

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