A/N: Wow, can I just say how awesome it is how pissed everyone's getting over the Truth question? GO YOU GUYS! …And here's the next chapter!
Wizard: Feel like throwing out random quotes?
Rage: Meh, why the hell not? Let's go for it.
Harry: Ooh, me first! (Grins) If two wrongs don't make a right, try three!
Giovanni: I'm sorry, I can't hear you over my sheer awesomeness.
Rage: The bad thing about drinking and driving, is that the trees defend themselves very well.
Wizard: Whoa, Rage. While that was funny, be careful about jokes like that. People get offended.
Harry: Well, your face offends me, but I don't say anything, do I?
Wizard: … -_- Ha-ha, Harry.
Rage: How about this then: Never take life seriously. People don't get out alive anyways.
Giovanni: That can still be misconstrued.
Rage: Motherfu-!
Wizard & Author: (Cover Rage's mouth with hands, sweatdropping)
Harry: Let's go on to the chapter, shall we?
Honorable Author Mention!
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Peace Phoenix
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RedHal
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ALSO to fractalman for Reviewing THIS:
...I think mischief was born from the tiny, unstable fragment of Voldemort's soul once it was disconnected from the rest of Voldemort. It would explain why mischief knows things harry doesn't, AND why harry is much more likely to display his anger than in the books.
THIS IS GENIUS!
I never even thought that far ahead when it came to Mischief's existence!
You are Awesome.
Anyways:
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"Talking"
"Pokémon Talking"
Thinking
"PokéDex Talking"
"PokéGaze Talking"
"Egg-Reader Info"
Chapter Thirty-Seven
"Go, Clefairy!" Whitney cried, throwing her pokeball.
"Alysha, go," Harry said quietly, merely hitting the button on his 'ball. The Pidgeotto appeared in front of him, tossing her head feathers and glaring darkly over at the pink fairy Pokémon. She could sense her Trainers anger and pain, and she going to kick the ass of whatever caused it...
Which was, apparently, this pink... Thing, and it's Trainer.
"Let's go," Whitney and Harry said, Whitney sounding arrogant, Harry sounding cold.
"Alysha, use Twister," Harry ordered; the Pidgeotto lunged into the air and gave a vicious flap of her wings, screeching challengingly as she did so. Immediately, a large tornado formed, and sped towards the opposing Clefairy quickly.
"Clefairy, use Defense Curl!" Whitney shouted, alarmed; Clefairy immediately curled into a tiny ball, about the size of a baseball as opposed to its normal size (about two feet tall, and chubby looking, though whether that is from over-feeding or it's species natural look, Harry didn't know). Twister picked up the balled-up Pokémon, whirled it around, and sent it to slam against the wall, where it bounced off and rolled most of the way back, unfolding back to normal once it came to a stop, shaking its head and looking dizzy.
"Alysha, use Sandstorm," Harry ordered; the Pidgeotto fluttered her wings from where she was hovering in the air, and then lunged towards the disoriented Pokémon, swooping down low.
"Clefairy, use Sing!" Whitney shouted, frustrated; Clefairy looked up, and flinched in alarm when Alysha screeched at it, before lunging up in the air and sending a wave of dust and air towards the Pokémon, who cried out and started rubbing at its eyes. Alysha didn't even need an order, now. She merely dove at the distracted Pokémon, and slammed her beak into it's forehead, sending it flying back into the wall, where it fell to the ground, unconscious. Whitney hissed, scowling and flushed with anger, before recalling her Pokémon. Alysha landed gracefully in front of Harry, whose eyes had never left Whitney, and whose face had never shifted from its cold visage.
"I'll teach you!" Whitney shouted, and threw another pokeball. "Go, Clefairy!" Harry and Alysha could only blink, then share the exact same deadpan expression as another Clefairy appeared.
"Are you stupid?" Harry asked the girl bluntly; she flushed and glared hatefully, but Harry only shook his head. "Alysha, I leave it to you, my dear." The Pidgeotto nodded and leaped into the air, before diving down and throwing a Sandstorm at the Clefairy and, coincidentally, its Trainer.
"Ah, my eyes!" Whitney cried, rubbing at her face furiously.
"Oops," Alysha said, with a vindictive note in her voice. "My bad." Harry's lips twitched slightly before his face returned to its cold mask. Alysha dove down and smacked the Clefairy with a wing, sending it tumbling off to the side with a cry. She swung around and did it again, and again, and again, until the fairy Pokémon was finally unconscious. Whitney, eyes red and watery, called back her Pokémon while sniffling a bit.
"You're a horrible little brat!" She shouted, and threw her next pokeball. "Go, Miltank!" A pink cow appeared from the ball. It had bright blue eyes, a long, cream colored tail that ended in a black ball, and four udders. A black "hood" of fur was on its head, along with two small, white horns. It shook its head and stood tall on two legs, coming up to about four feet in height, a good foot taller then Alysha. Harry narrowed his eyes slightly.
"My Miltank will definitely put you in your place!" Whitney declared, still rubbing at her eyes. "She's a certified champion!" Miltank narrowed her eyes and growled... Which came out as more of a pissed-off sounding mooooo deep in her chest, but that didn't matter.
"Even champions fall," was Harry's only response, before pulling out his PokéDex and pointing it at the opposing Pokémon.
"Miltank, the Milk Cow Pokémon," the PokéDex said. "The milk it produces has advanced healing properties, that can heal sick humans and Pokémon alike. Usually very even tempered, this Pokémon has a stubborn streak that can make itself known if not trained properly." Harry nodded and put his PokéDex away.
"Are you ready now?" Whitney demanded impatiently; Harry gave her a small sneer in response.
"More than ready," he replied; Whitney glowered, and dramatically pointed a finger at him and Alysha... The action was ruined because she had to keep blinking, eyes still irritated.
"Miltank, use Roll-Out!" (A/N: OMG, I HATE that move.) The Miltank gave another angry-moo sound, and lunged forward, body curling until she was rolling at an alarming pace, straight at Alysha.
"Dodge it!" Harry ordered, and was forced to dive to the side when Alysha's dodge left the rolling cow-Pokémon moving straight for him. He got back to his feet and watched the Miltank turn her rolling body until she returned to her place in front of Whitney. Alysha landed on the ground again, and the two of them eyed the Miltank with narrowed eyes.
"Alysha, use Twister, then Gust, and then Sandstorm as a finishing gesture," Harry ordered quietly.
"Yes, Harry," the Pidgeotto replied, and lunged into the air before launching a Twister.
"Miltank, use Defense Curl!" Whitney shouted; Miltank curled into a ball about the size of a bowling bowl, and it's heavy weight, condensed in that smaller ball, barely moved when Twister hit it. The ball loosened a bit, just as Alysha unleashed her Gust, which battered the rolled-up Pokémon a bit more. Alysha waited until Miltank had unrolled, before she swept her wings up and away, sending a powerful gust of dust and air at the Miltank, who cried out and rubbed her eyes after the move, but recovered quickly.
"Use Body Slam!" Whitney shouted; the Pokémon lunged forward, crouched, and then jumped through the air to slam its considerable weight into Alysha, who hit the ground harshly, wind knocked out of her.
"Alysha?" Harry asked with a small, worried frown. The Pidgeotto wheezed weakly, and struggled to get up. Harry nodded, taking that as an answer. "Go rest, my dear," he said quietly, making the bird-Pokémon slump, before he recalled her. He pulled out another pokeball, and hit the button. Pirate appeared before him, shaking his head and sending a narrow look towards the Miltank.
"...It's pink," he said, voice disturbed.
"She," Harry corrected. "Not 'it'." Pirate gave him a doubtful look.
"...She's pink," Pirate replied, staring at him. Harry rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Yes, Pirate. She's pink. And you're white...ish. White-ish. Whatever." Pirate gave him a dirty look and sniffed, stroking his fur delicately.
"I'm cream, you jerk," he announced primly, turning with his nose in the air. Harry bit back a groan and reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose.
"Whatever, Pirate! Let's just battle, alright?" He sighed; the Furret grumbled but nodded. "Pirate, use Spring-Tail, and whatever you do, don't let Miltank hit you." Pirate nodded, tail already corkscrewing, as Whitney frowned in confusion.
"Don't make up moves," she told Harry in a condescending way. Harry arched an eyebrow at her, and then smirked darkly as Pirate shot forward, propelled by his tail, and slammed into Miltank, knocking the cow-Pokémon on its butt before bouncing away, coiling on his tail, and speeding forward to do it again, and again. Whitney, wide-eyed, gaped for a few seconds, before sputtering.
"Defense Curl!" She yelped; Miltank quickly curled into a ball, though it was a bit bigger then it was the first time she used the move. Pirate hit the balled-up Pokémon, and began to play a backwards-version of Pinball, where he moved the still ball a few feet in every direction. Suddenly, Miltank unraveled, just in time to slam her head into the oncoming Pirate and send him flying to the ground some feet away as she stood, gasping for breath. Pirate ground and got up, two small, bloody wounds on his chest a testament to the cow-Pokémon's horns."You okay, Pirate?" Harry asked; the Furret grunted.
"Just... Peachy,"his Pokémon replied, still wheezing a bit. Harry nodded quietly.
"Use Quick Attack, and then use Spring-Tail again, alright?" Pirate nodded firmly, shaking of his daze and hissing darkly at Miltank. He sped forward, no more then a zigzagging blur, and slammed into the cow-Pokémon, sending her stumbling back with a cry, before he coiled tightly and sprang forward, head meeting Miltank's forehead with a loud, meaty thunk! Both Pokémon staggered away from each other, dizzy and disoriented. Miltank groaned lowly, and then fell back, eyes rolling up in her head as she fell unconscious. Pirate stood proudly for a few seconds, before he, too, fell back, unconscious. Harry and Whitney both recalled their Pokémon, and Harry arched an eyebrow at her.
"I still have two useable Pokémon," he informed her coolly; She glared at him even as tears filled her eyes.
"I hate you!" She finally screamed, face flushing with anger as she slammed her foot on the ground. "You're a horrid, mean little boy!"
"Shut. Up," Harry said in a hard, cold voice; she flinched, startled, breath hitching as she cried. "You are not worthy of being a Gym Leader. You are spoiled, immature, and pathetic." Harry's green eyes held Whitney's wide, pale pink. "You throw tantrums at the smallest provocation, and are boastful, proud, and whiny. You are a brat, Whitney, and the only reason I am even talking to you right now, is because I am so thoroughly disgusted with you that I can't even begin to walk away without telling you how much, which, while unbecoming of a Giovanni, is still something I can't help in this instance." He gave her a dismissive glance, and held out his hand. "Now, that being said, I will take my rightfully-won badge and then take my leave." Whitney, tears filling her eyes again, timorously placed the Plain Badge into his hand. Harry barely glanced at the generic dark yellow square that was lined in dull silver, before he turned and stalked towards the opposite side of the Arena, where the Kadabra, Zinc, waited patiently for him. Once he reached the Psychic-Pokemon, he was immediately Teleported to the entrance, where he walked out without saying anything to Forrester.
Once outside, he sent a text to his friends, telling them he was going to be at the Pokémon Center, and that he'd won, but wouldn't see them for a little while as they still had to fight Whitney. He did tell them what her Pokémon were, so that they were prepared, but after that, he shut his phone off totally and called a cab, getting a ride to the Center. He turned over Alysha and Pirate for care, and then just sat in the cafeteria without really saying anything else. He ordered himself a bowl of strawberries, and sat to quietly eat them.
"Uh-oh," a voice said; Harry looked up and met the gently-concerned, icy blue eyes of a girl who looked about sixteen, whose sunny-blond hair was long and braided loosely behind her. She had a pretty face, with tan skin that made her pale blue eyes stand out expressively. She was wearing a amethyst-toned corset-jacket...thing, and earthy-brown riding pants, along with black riding boots. A silver locket in the shape of a Pokémon egg hung from a thin silver chain, right between her modest breasts.
"Uh-oh?" Harry asked tiredly, confused; the girl nodded and helped herself to the chair next to him.
"I know that look," she told him seriously. "Either you just lost a big battle, or you heard some bad news from home." Harry snorted and bit into a strawberry viciously, scowling slightly, but feeling drained from all the negativity he'd dealt with so far.
"Neither," he finally sighed, and rubbed at his forehead, blinking and pushing his Go-Goggles back to the top of his head, wondering how he'd forgotten to move them after his battle. "You know Whitney, the Gym Leader?" The girl nodded, blue eyes curious. "She's a brat. I mean, really a brat," Harry told her, and then explained the Three Riddles and the Truth Question, which made the girl scowl darkly and growl.
"That's just cruel!" she said furiously; Harry nodded, and continued, telling her about Whitney's attitude, which just made the girl even more infuriated.
"Don't worry," she told him, "you definitely did the right thing, giving her a piece of your mind like that." Harry gave her a small, tired, but grateful smile.
"Thank you," he told her warmly. "Oh, um, I'm Harry, Harry Morsinger," he introduced himself with a small flush of embarrassment; the girl smiled at him, exposing the dimples in her cheeks.
"Nice to meet you, Harry," she chirruped, and shook his hand firmly. "I'm Amalthea Tsukino, Pokémon artist and Psychic, at your service!" Harry grinned back at her, and they both laughed, before they decided that a proper lunch was in order, and settled down to eat.
A/N: There we go, the next chapter has arrived! And also:
WELCOME to AmaltheaLuchiaAizen's OC!
Hope you liked how she entered the Fic!
To all others with OC's, I apologize for the wait, but, well, it's all about the entrance, you know?
Sorry for how short this chapter is (Or, well, it feels short...)
ANYways...
R&R!