Criminal aftermath

I own nothing but my own Ideas

The aftermath of Team Rocket was emotionally akin to the aftermath of a bomb. At least that was my opinion wandering through Lavender town, wondering why Mr. Fuji wanted to see me. I hoped he wasn't mad at me for something.

I had an idea of what he might be angry with me for. Last week I was dared to go to the top floor of the tower, where the angry spirit lay in wait. At the time I was more worried about being called a scared Abra, and it was originally a harmless dare from Fiona.

I wanted to save up for a Pokémon. I hoped I wasn't about to spend money on something.

And now I was five minuets late. "Great going Lu" I muttered.

So I ran like mad to Mr. Fuji's house.

"Come in Lucy" he told me in that kind voice.

That tone of voice should be counted as a interrogation technique , or something. It honestly made me feel guilty just being there. Like I was suddenly in the presence of Uxie or something. I felt compelled apologize.

"I'm sorry." I blurted out.

Mr. Fuji was certainly confused. "Why?"

Well this was awkward. I was sure he had known, somehow. Well , time for damage control.

"I'm sorry I went into the Pokémon tower without permission. I just wanted to look around."

No way was I telling him or Fiona I saw a ghost in there. It was probably just fear-induced hallucinations. Same with that kid battling ghosts. Defiantly caused from talking with that creepy orphan- who hangs around outside Lavender Tower- and asks if you have seen a ghost. I am never talking to her again. Ever.

"Well that's very honest of you Lucy. You did no harm, I trust?"

I could only nod my head at that. Really, the only thing I harmed was my heart. I would rather die of a heart attack then enter that place again.

"Then you have nothing to worry about."

That's what she said. That damn crazy child.

"No, I called you here for something far more serious. Do you remember the team Rocket invasion at the Lavender Tower."

Invasion? Suddenly a lot of things made sense.

"Was it stopped by a boy who didn't speak? Was he in the tower?"

"Yes. Did you, by any chance ,meet him?"

Meet him? No! See him.

"Maybe"

"I wonder if, he has gotten any good at playing that Poké flute ,I gave him?" Mr. Fuji wondered out loud.

"Um Mr. Fuji? " I began. "If I'm not in trouble, then why am I here?"

That appeared to jerk him out of memory lane. "Hmm? Oh yes right. When Team Rocket left town, they left behind a lot of stolen Pokémon. I have a Pokémon here who is restless for a journey. Sadly he is unclaimed."

He stared off into space for a moment, then turned back to me. "Lucy, you are a kind and trustworthy person. I believe you would work well with Pokémon. Would you be willing to take this one on a Pokémon journey?"

For a moment I could only stare at him. Getting a Pokémon was a right of passage. The first step to adulthood. It meant you were trusted to make your own decisions, and take care of yourself. It was a tremendous responsibility. In olden times there would be a party to celebrate your adulthood.

Was I really ready to take this journey?

There really was only one appropriate answer.

"Yes!' I told him, enthusiastically. " Thank you! Thank you sooo much!"

Mr. Fuji chuckled. "Ok then Miss. Lucy. Say goodbye to your mother. Take care of Krabby."

Grinning at my Poké ball, I made a promise to my new partner. "Krabby, you and I are going to see the world!" and raced across the path to my moms house.

What happens to the Pokémon left over after criminal organizations have hit? That was a question I wondered way back and prompted this.