Here's chapter thirteen of my Pokémon Gijinka fanfic. In this chapter I made myself a promise that I would bring back a few characters that I introduced in earlier chapters besides Quilava and Umbreon. Now the Japan arc really gets into high gear.
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN POKEMON, NO MATTER HOW MUCH I MAY LIKE TO. ENJOY.
Chapter 13: Planning with Humans
As my alarm rang in the morning I punched it across the room and looked at it satisfactorily to see it in pieces. Stepping onto the support boards of the bed I looked at Tori's bed to find him not in there.
"That's weird, to that guy, sleep is as important as breathing, and an activity that should be done as often," I thought as I stepped off the bed and placed my school uniform on and fit my arms through my coat sleeves. "I think the school is starting the preparations for the festival. Wonder what people do at these things. In the Pokémon world when there's a festival near Mt. Pyre it's always with some creepy old Zubat of a woman waving streamers to ward off evil spirits and to help benevolent spirits move on to the next world."
As I walked down into the courtyard and down to the train station I was soon met by Cassandra and Kimiko who walked on both sides of me. As we walked down the path to the train station I looked over at a distant building that was set aside for the Okinawa students.
"So are you sure that Saru kid isn't the rogue, Itzal?" Cassandra asked.
"Positive, the guy may like to fight, but he knows the limit," I replied looking at the building and then averting my gaze back to the train station that was coming into view. "The rogue is supposed to be a Pokémon that won't stop no matter what. By the way, Kimiko, I've been wondering what happens at one of these school festivals."
"Well it's different at a lot of schools," she said thinking about it. "But normally they have sponsored events, classes do things like haunted houses, cafés, some put on productions of plays, and some just make booths where people can play like carnival games."
"Sounds like a lot of fun," I said sarcastically as I walked onto the train. "But if what you say about sponsored events is true than I think I can make that work to my advantage."
"I don't like where this is going," Cassandra said walking onto the train after Kimiko. "But I'll humor you; what's that one-eyed head thinking up this time?"
"If we can sponsor a large fighting tournament we can ferret out the rogue," I said as the two girls looked at me with blank expressions in their eyes. "That bad, huh?"
"That's the thing, I think that can actually be a realistic plan except for one thing," Kimiko said as both she and Cassandra made pondering poses. "How do we sponsor it?"
"I was thinking about asking Quilava to help me with that detail," I said. "I just need some time off from school to go talk to him."
"Fat chance," Kimiko said while chuckling. "Our school barely allows time off from the campus. You'd be lucky to visit a relative in the hospital at this school."
"I think you're forgetting, I can go anywhere with no one knowing anything," I said pulling my mask out of my bag. "I just the need the first open opportunity."
"Don't expect our help in aiding a criminal," Cassandra said. "And don't think you can get off for this because you're trying to help a powerful figure from another world. That'll mean nothing to these people."
"I guess you gotta point there," I said as the train stopped and we stepped off. As we walked to the school I turned to face the bike rack but found it was empty. "That's weird."
"What is?" Cassandra asked.
"Tori wasn't in our room when I woke up and now his bike isn't here," I said. "If he's not in our room and not at school, where is he?"
"You know about the beginning of February I noticed that at least once a week he was absent for the first part of the school day," Kimiko noted. "And when he came back he always seemed exhausted like he had been somewhere and did a lot of activity."
"Has his dad said anything about it?" I asked turning around to face them.
"Actually last week before you came here he asked if Tori seemed weird in his demeanor," Kimiko said. "I just told him that he seemed overworked and he responded with if it happened again to have Tori come to him for a talk."
"You think Tori's in some kind of trouble?" Cassandra asked turning her face from the two of us.
"It's possible, but I can't be sure," I said. "Everything I've ever thought about the guy has turned out wrong. From him not being a Pokémon and a human with the worst diet imaginable and the physical form of an Olympian. At any rate we should get to class."
Running back to the school building I ran into my class just as it was starting stepping in just as the bell rang. Looking in the back of the room Tori wasn't in his seat and was nowhere in the classroom. As the teacher walked in behind us I slowly walked to the back of the class keeping my eyes on his seat.
"So he's absent again, huh?" the teacher said taking down the attendance. "Well he'll probably show up in a few hours. Will someone ask his father if everything is okay concerning Tori-kun?"
"Allow me," I said raising my hand while the teacher nodded in affirmation.
Closing the door behind me I chuckled as I walked through the hallway to the administration building. Opening the door I found only one person in it. He was a burly man with a black crew cut wearing a blue business suit. He turned in his chair to face me with the same eyes that reminded me of Tori.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
"I'm from your son Tori's class, the teacher sent me to tell you that your son's has an unexpected absence this morning, and would like to know if you have any idea why," I said bowing to him.
The man sighed depressively. "I have an idea," he said as I looked at him with my eye narrowing. "Tori is part of an underground band, I'm sure of it. He goes out with that group of hooligans and shirks on his schoolwork. And then he doesn't have the decency to tell me about it."
"He does have the highest grade in the school, sir," I said in reassurance as the man looked at me sharply. "Maybe he hasn't told you about it because he knows that you won't approve."
"I don't need some pirate wannabe telling me how to raise my son, now get out!" he shouted as I left and as I walked down the hall I looked back and forth.
Chuckling slightly I placed the mask on my face and passed through the wall to the outside of the school.
While outside I placed my hands together and turned myself invisible and then running into downtown Tokyo.
"Kazan's Sushi, Kazan's Sushi," I thought to myself as I walked silently down the streets trying to find the spot filled with the most people. "Well I think this is the address, but something's up. It's empty."
Just as I saw it, the entire restaurant was empty and with no decoration inside. I peered inside the windows for a better look to find no sign of Quilava or Froslass. I placed me hand on my head trying to think of a possible reason for Quilava's absence when a note fluttered down to my feet. Picking it up, I saw at the bottom Quilava's signature and instantly opened it up.
"Let's see here, as of today the Kazan Sushi shop is closed. Due to my return to the television life I have decided to take the rest of my time off to sightsee around Japan. For those of you wishing to find a place of equal quality in sushi I strongly suggest you go to Koban Sushi. The chef there is a personal friend of mine and he will make sure you are well taken care of," I said reading the note. "Perfect; no Quilava, no sponsorship of the event, now what?" I asked looking at the address of the shop that Quilava recommended. "Well, couldn't hurt to check it out. And if the chef is a personal friend of Quilava I have an idea on what that might mean."
Clapping my hands together again I turned back into an invisible state and walked secretly down to the address to the shop Quilava called "Koban Sushi."
"Koban is the Japanese word for gold coin," I thought as I tried my best to maneuver around people, local and tourist. "I only knew Quilava for a few months before we were all sent here, but if my clues are a personal friend, sushi, and gold coin I have a pretty good idea as to who runs that shop."
Arriving at the shop about twenty minutes later I opened the door when all eyes turned on me. I saw a general similarity in most of the patrons; a seemed to be wearing business suits with scruffy beards, and some with dark glasses hiding their eyes, but I could still tell that they all seemed to be staring at me. Behind the sushi bar I saw the chef wielding his knife much like Quilava did; masterfully. As he turned his face to stare at me I saw every detail and retained it to memory; he seemed short for his apparent age which I put as 16, his hair was shaggy and a pale blond color with six strands reaching behind his hair on both sides, he wore a yellow shirt hidden under a black jacket, regular blue jeans, and a pair of black tennis shoes left on the side of the door.
"Welcome," I heard a familiar voice say as I looked in front of me.
As the young girl lifted her head up from the bow I saw her to be Froslass that used to work for Quilava. She looked at me kindly and led me to the main bar motioning to a seat in front of the chef. She bowed again and left to tend to the other customers leaving me alone with the chef who looked up barely from his work to look back at me.
"He said you would come eventually," the boy said placing down his knives. "So what'll it be, the great chef Nyaro can cook you up anything."
"How about some answers," I said showing Nyaro the note. "The only thing that I can recognize is Quilava's signature; the rest of this note is probably a forgery. So did you write it for him, or is there something else going on?"
"He had to leave abruptly," Nyaro said driving his knife through another fish for a serving sushi. "He came by about three days ago; he said you'd be in Okinawa. He introduced Missy to me and requested that I give her a job. She's good at what she does so I didn't have a problem, but he left me a final message. That was to write that note in case you came back to his place and then come here."
"So that's it?" I asked expecting more raising an eyebrow.
"You don't trust me?" Nyaro asked.
"I make it a point not to trust Pokémon like your kind, Meowth," I said quietly so as not to alert the other customers.
"The hair tipped you off, huh?" he asked finishing the fish and then sticking the knife into the cutting board.
"No, the name Koban is based on a saying in Japanese that says that something unappreciated is like giving a cat a gold coin. Quilava described you as a personal friend, only he's never in town long enough to make new friends, and you're the only one who can fit all these parameters," I explained as Meowth shrugged his shoulders.
"Maybe I should've picked a more inconspicuous name," Meowth said serving me the dish. "Maybe you should do the same, though."
"I know, they've been looking at me since I entered," I said shifting my head to side to look at the customers who all seemed to be looking at me except for one in the back.
He seemed much more muscular than the other people in the restaurant wearing a plain pale yellow t-shirt and a pair of dirty jeans. Looking up I saw his dark-bluish hair that fell almost over his eyes where it turned to a more red color. Sitting next to him was a young girl with long blonde hair wearing a frilly dress swinging her legs back and forth as the two paid me no mind as opposed to everyone else.
"This your usual audience to entertain?" I asked. "And do you ever worry about Froslass' safety?"
"I never really have to," Meowth said. "Yakuza only attack at night."
"Oh, and that's supposed to make me feel better?" I asked looking at him exasperated when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Turning in my seat I looked up and saw one of the men as he gritted his teeth. "Let me guess, it has to do with my eye patch?"
"Exactly, you're the enemy," he said rearing his fist back.
I reached into my coat pocket and held onto my mask as the man in front of me thrust his fist forward. Just as the fist made impact the man from back had gripped onto his fist a few inches from my face. To be honest, I felt like fainting, but the man in front of me exuded so much force that I would feel bad to pass out.
"He did nothing to you, just sit down and be civil," the man said in flawless English.
"What's with you foreigner?" the man asked not fully understanding the man's foreign speech.
"He said to sit down and be civil," Meowth said from behind the counter moving to the back of the kitchen.
"Yeah, right like I'd do that in front of the enemy," the man said releasing his fist from the other man's grip. "If you're with him than you're also my enemy," he said about to punch him.
The second man looked back at the young girl who looked up from her drink and nodded which made him smile as he grabbed the man's fist and moved off to one side. Forcing the man's arm downward the second man brought his knee up and impacted with the attackers gut. As he nonchalantly walked back to sit with who I assumed to be his younger sister the man patted her head angering the other customers. Just as the hoard attacked the two people a knife stuck into the wall in front of them and above the man's head. The mob looked back to see Meowth with his arm extended.
"I do not permit violence of any kind unless it's for self-defense," he declared with a loud voice I had never heard. "Now I suggest you leave before the police have something to ask all you gentlemen," he said holding up a small cell phone.
As the mob slowly cleared out of the restaurant me, Meowth, Froslass, who now was cleaning the floors and the two mystery people, were left alone in the shop in dead silence.
"I apologize for my rude actions," Meowth said in English looking towards the man in the back.
"There's no need," the man said. "Well, I think we'll take our leave. Sorry for the inconvenience."
As the two were about to leave the restaurant the little girl with the man walked up to me and stared at me for several seconds when she tugged on the man's sleeve.
"He's like you, Johan," she said as the two of us looked at each. "And the person behind the counter is the same, too."
The man she called Johan walked up to me and looked at Meowth with observing eyes when he backed away and looked at the small girl.
"You're right, Alice," he said smiling down at her. "Hey, can I ask that you wait in the car while I talk to these two?"
"Sure, but don't be too long," Alice said shaking her finger at him leaving the restaurant and straight into a long car parked outside the restaurant.
"Three at once," Johan said turning to face me, Froslass, and Meowth. "Never thought it could happen. I knew about Meowth from the start, but I guess ghost types are always harder to discern from other Pokémon."
"And you would be?" I asked.
"Call me Johan, a Typhlosion," Johan said introducing himself with a bow. "You could consider me that girl's guardian."
"So I take it she knows?" Meowth asked pulling his knife out of the wall.
"No," Typhlosion said sitting down. "She's only twelve; I can't bring a child that young into our world. I only stay with her because we both give something to each other. We both see each other as brother and sister to make up for the siblings we lost. When we came here I had to leave behind my younger brother and she lost her older brother many years ago. To her, I look almost exactly like that person so I took upon myself a name that she could easily remember and one that would allow us to give something to each other. Other than that, Pokémon affairs are completely unknown to her. And I'd like to keep it that way."
Typhlosion stood up with a sigh and began walking out and looked out at the closed window of Alice's seat.
"We're from England and I'd like to do something special for her so that when our time together is over she can have some great memories," he explained. "Her parents are usually overseas and she doesn't see them that often. To her, I'm the only family she ever gets to see. Her birthday, she said, is the beginning of March and when I asked her what she wanted she just said two things; a new flowered hat, and a chance to do something."
"I can give her that chance," I said from behind him as he turned around. "And you can tell her that it would go a long way to making a lot of your friends feel safe. I am currently searching for a rogue Pokémon and the only way to do that is to organize a fighting tournament, if you can sponsor it I can make all the arrangements."
"And this won't be a wasted effort?" Typhlosion asked pulling down on the door handle.
"If it is, you have my permission to brutally maim me," I said as Typhlosion chuckled.
"Sounds fair," he said walking out the door.
"Part one complete," I thought. "And all it took was a girl who is more aware of the world around her."
"It's children like that who should become this world's future leaders," Meowth said organizing his knives. "Selfless, watching, and caring."
"I have to be going," I said walking out of the door and then turning myself invisible. "Thanks for the information by the way."
"Wait," Froslass said quietly as I walked back in barely visible. "Quilava said this was your only available clue."
Holding out her hands a bell fell into mine and chimed in my hand. I stared at it for several seconds and then hid it in my coat before leaving the restaurant.
By the time I returned to school it was already past the end of the school day meaning that I was in deep dirt. Returning to visibility after entering my own room and sighed out of relief with the bell clenched in my hand.
"This is my clue, huh?" I asked myself as the door handle jiggled behind me. I quickly pulled off my mask and hid it under my mattress as Tori walked in with a wiped out expression on his face as I placed the small silver bell in my pocket.
"So where were you?" he asked climbing the ladder to his bed.
"I was there for the first part, but then I had to run an errand," I answered not fully lying. "Better yet, where were you this morning?"
"That's my own business, not yours," he said turning his body in the bed.
"I think you're father wants it to be his business as well," I said as Tori's eyes popped open.
"So, he's still spreading the rumor that I'm in a punk band, is he?" Tori said relaxing.
Before I could answer a knock sounded at the door and I went to answer it. Opening the door I saw Tori's father facing me head-on with Tori still looking away from the door. The large man motioned for me to come outside with him.
"Technically what I'm about to ask you is strictly against school rules," the man said quietly into my ear.
"And that would be?"
"I want you, next week, to follow my son to wherever it is he goes and take pictures for me as to what he's doing," he said holding onto my collar.
"What reason would I have for doing that? Tori's my classmate."
"I'm willing to pay normal detective rates."
"You want those pictures in black/white or in color?" I asked rubbing my hands together. "But let's be clear here, I'm only going to tell you what I see when I do this, alright?"
"Whatever, I just need to know the truth," the man said straightening my collar for me and walking away.
"Great, I fell like a regular detective now. Doing things just for the money. Who knows, maybe something interesting will show up."
As I walked back in the room I saw Tori out of his bed and in the kitchen area slurping his noodles contently as he regained his vigor quite easily.
"So out of curiosity, how're things going with the festival?" I asked trying to make friendly conversation.
"Okay, I guess," Tori said finishing off his noodles. "The class wants to do some kind of café, but I don't know. The planning committee has a two day event opening still that needs filling up. Have any ideas?"
I chuckled while raising my eyebrow and relayed my idea to Tori in broad terms who thought about it for several minutes asking me questions on regulations, time limits, and all the various aspects of the tournament. By the end of it Tori was already willing to speak to planning committee on the basis of my idea and was already walking out the door.
"This is going to be easier than I thought," I said pulling a cup of chicken noodles from the depleting source that I had started with since coming here.
The following week was a fast one. Tori spent most of homeroom out of class with the planning committee trying to sell my idea to them which resulted in a large success for the idea. As for myself I tried for three days to get in touch with Quilava through cell phone and via a webcam installed on my computer. When that proved useless I began calling other Pokémon that I had met along the way and asked them for ideas. When I found that none of them had any ideas I called one last Pokémon via my webcam and groaned when I saw the face on the other end.
"And you're the one who called me up," Blaziken said on the other end with his arms crossed on the screen.
"Shut-up," I said rubbing my eyes from tiredness. "Out of curiosity have you seen Quilava? I saw that you were in Japan on your last parkour video so I thought you were still in the area."
"Yeah, I'm in the Tokyo area right now," Blaziken said looking out at the scenery. "I heard from Cassandra yesterday about this whole tournament thing and I hope this works for you. On another note, how are things going between you and your girlfriend?"
"Who said anything about a girlfriend?" I asked. "And better yet, who?"
"You're kidding, right?" he asked looking at me with a raised eyebrow. "Meowth told me all about that girl you saved. Froslass even mentioned how this must be so hard for Cassandra."
"I'm going to close my laptop now for two reasons; one, you're being psychotic, and two, I have no idea what you're talking about," I said shutting the laptop screen. "Okay, so no one's seen Quilava in about four days, based on the interested parties I'm assuming a lot of these Pokémon are going to be trying out for this tournament. And out of them will be one rogue Pokémon to boot. The only thing left on my agenda for the foreseeable future is to become some glorified photographer for Tori's dad."
The next few days of the week were spent with the females in our class trying on various maid costumes and the males in our class trying on different waiter suits which made me feel more ridiculous than usual being in the school uniform.
"Why do you put up with this?" I asked looking over at Tori.
"For two reasons," Tori said lying back in his chair while straightening his tie. "With girls, there's no winning, and two it's considered a legitimate business so it gets us some spending money. Just go with the flow."
"Prepare to die," I thought raising my eyebrow in twitching fashion.
The day of my spying came all too soon as I knew it would cause a human friend to distrust me if he knew what I was going to do. I decided to go to bed earlier and then follow him out as he left by a good hundred feet.
After Tori walked in to find me already asleep he chuckled and reached into his bag and grabbed two long objects and stuffed them in his pocket. He took off his school uniform and placed on a light blue dress shirt with a black vest over it, a pair of black slacks, and a loosely fit red neck tie and walked out of the dorm and as the door shut behind me my cue was given to begin my reconnaissance. Following him down the stairs I never was able to catch a glimpse of what he placed in his pocket.
Reaching the outside I placed my mask over my face and turned invisible as Tori unlocked his bike from the long chain latched around it. After wrapping the chain around the main body and locking it in place he jumped onto the bike and sped down the street lighting his path with a bright light attached to the handle bar.
Following him using Shadow Sneak I found that we stopped at a nightclub that housed many adults like the ones who attacked me in the sushi shop. Sneaking into a back room that Tori walked through after showing a card to two largely muscled men. Inside I found Tori simply cracking his knuckles and placing the hood over his head and the two red spots reaching perfectly over his eyes. A young girl walked in front of me wearing a light sky blue dress and talking to Tori in a familiar voice. Looking around the corner I saw the dress was in a corset style at the top of it and in layers around the waist with a snowflake design sewn into it.
"I don't believe it," I thought ducking out of the dressing room and then sneaking into the main club room. "Froslass?"
Thinking back to what I had just seen I had indeed saw Froslass talking to Tori while wearing something completely unrelated to her normal work clothes.
"Okay, this complicates matters, but assuming they are performers they won't stop in the middle and call me out," I thought as the curtains in front of the stage opened up with what I thought was an unusual set-up; a drum set in the back of the stage, a large upright bass, a guitar in the corner, a piano to its side, three rows of elevated seats where four people sat in each row holding up a set of saxophones in the first, trombones in the second, and trumpets in the third, and finally, and a lone microphone in the center stage. "What is this?"
As the curtains fully opened a tall lanky man with dark purple hair styled into spikes at the top, sparkling eyes with a tear drop tattoo underneath wearing a white long sleeved shirt with a purple vest over it with fake gems sewed in, black pants and black buckled shoes picked up the bass and began plucking at a few of its strings. The piano on the side of the guitar had its bench pulled out from under the keyboard with Meowth wearing a tan jacket and slacks with black dress shoes sitting down on it. The drums were then taken by Tori who tapped the cymbals with one of the two sticks he pulled out of his pocket. The center microphone was taken by Froslass who gave a cheerful smile to the customers in the club. I waited for the final spot to be taken, but as it was I shuddered out of fear. The black arm extended behind the curtain and gripped onto the neck of the guitar and the figure stepped out with a black dress shirt, black slacks, and a blue neck tie.
"Cofagrigus," I said to myself as the Australian street performer took the stage wearing a pair of black gloves.
I took pictures for about five minutes and then tried to leave but found my passage blocked by several people crowding the door as the band in front of me started playing. Playing the drums with a small swing beat Tori looked at the rest of the band with a large smile on his face as the rest of the instruments began playing. Froslass began snapping her fingers in time as she started singing in a velvety tone for about three minutes.
After the song finished Froslass blushed while the audience applauded as the band began playing again and continued for about an hour after that with Froslass singing every other song. The band ended their time and left the stage as Cofagrigus looked out to the audience and seemed to stare straight at me with a face of disapproval.
I left through the main entrance while still invisible when I snuck back to the dressing room to get more information on Tori when I saw the thin man who played the bass walk out with a chuckle while his eyes sparkled in the night.
"He's a Sableye," I thought out of realization as he turned his stare to me and stopped and tipped an imaginary hat to what other people saw as nothing. "Yep, definitely a Sableye. Only they are so dapper when in the presence of another ghost type. That's another thing, why was Cofagrigus here? I haven't seen him since my outburst and he seemed disinterested in me ever since. And yet he gave me that stink eye when he turned to me. Meowth, Froslass, and Tori were also in the band's main section, but I can't understand why."
Walking to the back door I noticed some of the men from the club trying to sneak into the back as they were whispering on the subject of Froslass. As they were about to break the door down they, along with me, heard a coin being flipped into the air. The coin landed in a stranger's hand as the arm led up to Meowth's face.
"Hey, what's with this guy?" one of them asked. "Now were gonna pound you for what happened earlier."
"How much you willing to bet?" he asked as he flipped the coin once more as it shined in the night alleyway. "Payday…" he said under his breath with a furry of small coins being projected from the one he threw.
Within seconds the group of men were subdued and Meowth already on his way still flipping the coin up and down.
"So that's it, huh? He came to protect Froslass. Good choice in a boss Quilava."
Peering inside I saw Tori with a man wearing purple shaded sunglasses and an outdated leisure suit. The man handed him a check made out for, to my surprise, 15000 yen (which amounts for about $150) and went on his way.
"Thanks again Toriyama-san," he said walking away.
"Thank you for these kind services," Tori said bowing to the man.
"Toriyama," I thought as Tori walked away and mounted his bike. "Why name somebody with the same first name as the first part of their last name? Unless, Tori's just a nickname. Why go by a pseudonym that's directly based off of his last name? This guy is more interesting than the Pokémon I've met."
Continuing to follow him down the open road I ducked behind a dimmed lamppost Tori stopped at a darkened building and dismounted his bike. He sat with his back up against the stone gate that probably said its name but was too dark to read. He sighed and looked at the stars and stayed awake all night never even trying to doze off.
As morning came I continued to watch Tori who was still waiting by the stone gate with his back still resting up against it. I looked over at the sign and saw that it read, "Fujimoto Orphanage." I looked back at Tori who shuffled through his pocket and looked out at the building when he saw a woman walking out from the door onto the paved path towards the gate. Tori stood up and handed her the check and bowed to her.
"Looks like I got an advance on my paycheck," he said. "15000 yen."
The woman gasped with delight and flung her arms around Tori's neck. She released him and asked him to come inside.
"Sorry, I gotta get to school. I've already gotten into enough trouble for being late on my delivery days," he said walking to the corner and grabbing his bike.
"Are you sure, Toriyama-kun?" the woman asked still looking at the check. "The kids love it when you come and visit."
Just as she said this a group of maybe six or seven young children came running out to meet him all exclaiming, "Tori-nii!" They dragged him inside the building and I placed my camera down and looked at the pictures saved there. In all of them I found something that I could almost never find Tori doing in real life; smiling. I chuckled as I deleted all the pictures from my camera and returned to school.
After reaching the school I was approached by Tori's father who shook me down and asked what I had found out. I pushed him away and shrugged my shoulders.
"Like I said to you last week," I started. "I would only tell you what I saw. And I saw a person who would make any father proud."
Confused as to the meaning Tori's father stepped back and walked away.
"Toriyama," I thought. "A man of mystery; he plays the drum kit for a jazz band that regularly plays at a night club, he hangs out with some of the safest people I could recommend, and he's the most selfless person ever. I wonder what would become of this world is everyone had even a tenth of the kindness he shows to least fortunate. If he were ever to fight it would be for the right cause. I apologize Tori; I came here thinking you were a rogue, only to find that you are a knight."
Looking out the window of my classroom I saw the form of Typhlosion and the young girl he guards. He gave me a thumbs-up and motioned for me to come out with him as though he were trying to show me something. I smirked already knowing what he needed to show or tell me.
"I came to Japan and took this job for Arceus and thought I would be miserable, but now I see that in coming here I have grown much more as an individual, as a human, and as I always will be, a Pokémon."
Duskull played by Nightfall00
Meowth played by Comcfan616
Froslass played by Mew-Mew Pachirisu
Typhlosion played by Soaring Crow Ver2.0
Blaziken played by Comicfan616 (talk about a versatile actor)
Sableye played by The Helpless Romantic
Cofagrigus played by Umbrafox
Chapter thirteen complete. Whoo, that was long, but I guess I tried to put too much in at once to try to get into some more of the characters I've been given. I hope you all like how your OCs are being portrayed for those whose OCs have appeared. Rest assured for some of you that you're OC will have its final verdict by the tenth…I hope. Until then wait in anticipation for the next installment of Walking Among Us.
Chapter fourteen preview: With the festival quickly approaching and the mysteries of the academy coming to light Duskull and his friends meet friends both old and new from everywhere they've ever gone in preparation for this momentous occasion. Next time: Meeting with Humans.