Chapter 6: Psy Wars
Ash gripped the pokeball in his right hand, ready to throw it. The objected Pokemon was
too weak to resist. This was going to be an easy capture.
"Pokeball, go!" Ash cried. The pokeball sailed through the air and hit the Weedle on
the head in front of the horn. The ball popped open and the Weedle was pulled inside.
"And that," Prof. Oak announced from the podium. "Is how you capture a Pokemon." The
audience applauded.
"Now," Prof. Oak said. "We shall perform a real live Pokemon battle. Brock and Yoshi
will demonstrate." Brock and Kojiyoshi were standing on opposite sides of the stage. They
started to walk across the stage. They passed one another. Stopped and turned.
"I challenge you to a Pokemon battle!" Brock announced.
"I accept," Yoshi called back. "We shall use two Pokemon each."
"Agreed. Vulpix, I choose you!"
"Vul-vul-vulpix," the fire Pokemon said as it came out of its pokeball. On my way,
Brock.
"Bulbasaur, I choose you," Yoshi called.
"Bulbasaur!" I love battling.
"Vulpix, flame-thrower!" Brock ordered. Fire emitted from Vulpix's mouth.
"Bulbasaur, defend yourself with whirlwind!" Bulbasaur blew a small tornado which
quickly put out the flames."
"Bulbasaur, vine whip!" The vine whip was successful in binding Vulpix.
Seeing the fox Pokemon failing, Brock called, "Vulpix, return!" Then, "Geodude, go!"
The pokeball burst open and Geodude, Brock's rock Pokemon came out with a cry of, "geodude!"
Let's do it.
"Geodude, seismic toss!" The seismic toss was a move reserved for fighting Pokemon. But
Geodude was considered both a rock and a fighting Pokemon.
Taking Bulbasaur in its hands, Geodude threw Bulbasaur high into the air and out into the
audience. Suddenly Ranma leaped out of his seat and caught Bulbasaur in mid-air.
"Bulba," Bulbasaur said weakly. Thank you. Of course, Ranma didn't know what it was
exactly saying but he had an idea of what it was trying to say. Ranma brought Bulbasaur back
up to the stage and handed him over to Yoshi.
"Thanks," Yoshi said.
"No problem," Ranma replied and returned to his seat.
Suddenly Kuno leaped out of his seat and declared, "anyone who is a friend of the vile
Ranma Saotome is an adversary of Tatewaki Kuno, the Blue Thunder of Furikan High! Prepare to
die, villain!" Drawing his sword, Kuno began making rapid swings at Yoshi.
Just as Yoshi was about to become shrimp on the Barbie, Kuno's sword flew up into the air
and landed about a hundred feet from Kuno. Kuno looked around and finally spotted the person
who disarmed him. It was Sabrina using her telekinesis.
"Cease this action at once," Sabrina ordered. Kuno did what he normally would do in a
situation like this. He took out a rose and bent on one knee handing it to her.
"Fair maiden," Kuno preached. "a treasure such as yours deserves the honorable hand of a
member of the Kuno family."
"Your methods are honorable," Sabrina answered. "However, I only date members of the
human species." Some of the audience gasped. Not since Ranma Saotome in his female form, had
a girl ever insulted Tatewaki Kuno.
"But voluptuous damsel. I only court those that have the spirit of beauty around her.
And you have it."
"I don't think Haunter would like the fact that you're hitting on me," Sabrina commented.
"Who is this Haunter?" Sabrina threw down her pokeball containing Haunter.
"Haunter-Haunter-Haunter-Haunter-Haunter?" Anybody want to see me do a trick with my
tongue?
"Haunter," Sabrina addressed calmly. "This gentleman would like to speak with you about
courting me."
Kuno's feet rattled at the sight of a ghost. In response to Sabrina, Haunter licked Kuno
with its extremely large tongue, thereby paralyzing Kuno for the next thirty minutes.
"Finally," an audience member said. "Someone to shut Kuno up." Random others laughed at
Kuno including Ranma.
"Thank you, Haunter," Sabrina said.
"Haunter." No problem. The ghost Pokemon replied as it was returned to its pokeball.
Prof. Oak stuttered. "Yes... Um... Thank you, Sabrina. Now, Pikachu, one of Ash
Ketchum's Pokemon, would like to perform a routine for us." The group watched in awe as
Pikachu began singing the song he learned from the wild Pikachu. Ditto was going to join in
(as a Pikachu, of course).
Meanwhile, Ash had left the convention center and headed over to Dr. Tofu's to check on
Misty.
"Is she all right?" The young Pokemon Trainer asked the doctor.
"Yes and no," Tofu replied.
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"Physically, she's in 100% good health."
"But..."
"But no matter how many times I try, I just can't seem to wake her. It's like she
doesn't want to be waken.
"That's not like Misty at all," Ash commented. He looked at Misty's body thinking,
{what's going through her mind?}
Misty felt herself plunge through an endless void. Everything was dark. She couldn't
even see her hand in front of her face. Then she stopped. She realized that she was standing
on a sort of rock. It wasn't big, probably about thirty feet in diameter.
A shadow stood there. Misty watched as the shadow took the form of James from Team
Rocket.
"James!" Misty reached for her pokeballs but realized that they weren't there. As a
matter of fact, she was naked. Misty quickly scrunched down to cover herself.
"You need not be afraid, Misty." The voice was James but there was something...
haunting about it. "I am merely your psyche incarnated in a form you can understand."
Misty stood, forgetting all about her bareness. "But why James?"
"I wanted to take the form of someone who you would listen to, but not think of as a
threat."
"Huh?"
"It was a random profile I pulled from your mind."
"Oh. So why did you bring me here?"
"I didn't. You brought yourself here." "James" held out his hand and the air in front
of them swirled to form a window of some sort. Misty saw from third person, everything from
Mousse's entrance, to Squirtle, Starmie, and Staryou putting out the fire including Ranma,
Ryouga, and Stephen's rescue of her.
"You have been in a coma for almost a day now," James explained.
"So why am I here?" Misty rephrased her question. "Why can't I go back to my body?"
"You can return to your body, but not before making a choice."
"A choice between life and death?" Misty has seen enough TV shows and movies to know
that whenever an incarnation from a person's psyche summons the person (or rather, their soul,
so to speak) to the insides of their mind, it's usually to decide between life and death.
"Kind of," James answered. "A choice between a life of bliss, or a life of hell."
"What?" More images floated in front of them. They were images of her life from third
person.
"You were always complaining about your life." A book appeared in James' hands. It was
Misty's diary. She started writing in it just before she began her Pokemon Journey. "You were
complaining how Ash doesn't repay you for your bike, how Brock always hits you whenever you ask
if he loves someone. You're annoyed at how Pikachu always shocks you even if it's accidental
and at the constant attacks by Jessie and James of Team Rocket."
"So? What does that have to do with anything?" Misty's diary disappeared and two
pokeballs appeared in James' hands. One was white and blue while the other was red and grey.
"One of these pokeballs has the ability to return you to your body, your old life. The
other has the ability to give you a new life, one where you can start over and build the kind
of life you want to have."
"How do I know which one is which?"
"That not even I can tell you. You must decide for yourself. Misty, choose carefully.
Once you make a choice, there's no going back. You're stuck with that decision for the rest of
your life." Misty felt sweat form on her forehead. This was a big decision. What to do?
Misty wished that Ash and Brock were here. They could help her.
Suddenly the pokeballs flew out of James' hands and started ramming into each other above
their heads.
"What's happening?" Misty asked.
"We're witnessing your inner psyche battling over the choices. The only way to make them
stop is to make a decision. So, what's it going to be, Misty?"
"This isn't fair," Misty protested. "I don't even know which pokeball is which. And you
expect me to make a decision that will, for one way or another, change my life forever!"
"Noone said life was fair," James said shrugging. "Making a decision is the only way to
stop the pokeballs from battling." Misty sighed. She haven't felt this depressed since she
realized that she, Ash, and Brock were heading for Cerulean City.
"STOP!" Misty yelled. "I've made a decision." The pokeballs settled back in James'
hands. Misty went up and took the red and black one.
"Pokeball, go!" She cried. And she threw the pokeball to the ground. The pokeball
opened and everything was consumed in a flash of white light.
Ash gripped the pokeball in his right hand, ready to throw it. The objected Pokemon was
too weak to resist. This was going to be an easy capture.
"Pokeball, go!" Ash cried. The pokeball sailed through the air and hit the Weedle on
the head in front of the horn. The ball popped open and the Weedle was pulled inside.
"And that," Prof. Oak announced from the podium. "Is how you capture a Pokemon." The
audience applauded.
"Now," Prof. Oak said. "We shall perform a real live Pokemon battle. Brock and Yoshi
will demonstrate." Brock and Kojiyoshi were standing on opposite sides of the stage. They
started to walk across the stage. They passed one another. Stopped and turned.
"I challenge you to a Pokemon battle!" Brock announced.
"I accept," Yoshi called back. "We shall use two Pokemon each."
"Agreed. Vulpix, I choose you!"
"Vul-vul-vulpix," the fire Pokemon said as it came out of its pokeball. On my way,
Brock.
"Bulbasaur, I choose you," Yoshi called.
"Bulbasaur!" I love battling.
"Vulpix, flame-thrower!" Brock ordered. Fire emitted from Vulpix's mouth.
"Bulbasaur, defend yourself with whirlwind!" Bulbasaur blew a small tornado which
quickly put out the flames."
"Bulbasaur, vine whip!" The vine whip was successful in binding Vulpix.
Seeing the fox Pokemon failing, Brock called, "Vulpix, return!" Then, "Geodude, go!"
The pokeball burst open and Geodude, Brock's rock Pokemon came out with a cry of, "geodude!"
Let's do it.
"Geodude, seismic toss!" The seismic toss was a move reserved for fighting Pokemon. But
Geodude was considered both a rock and a fighting Pokemon.
Taking Bulbasaur in its hands, Geodude threw Bulbasaur high into the air and out into the
audience. Suddenly Ranma leaped out of his seat and caught Bulbasaur in mid-air.
"Bulba," Bulbasaur said weakly. Thank you. Of course, Ranma didn't know what it was
exactly saying but he had an idea of what it was trying to say. Ranma brought Bulbasaur back
up to the stage and handed him over to Yoshi.
"Thanks," Yoshi said.
"No problem," Ranma replied and returned to his seat.
Suddenly Kuno leaped out of his seat and declared, "anyone who is a friend of the vile
Ranma Saotome is an adversary of Tatewaki Kuno, the Blue Thunder of Furikan High! Prepare to
die, villain!" Drawing his sword, Kuno began making rapid swings at Yoshi.
Just as Yoshi was about to become shrimp on the Barbie, Kuno's sword flew up into the air
and landed about a hundred feet from Kuno. Kuno looked around and finally spotted the person
who disarmed him. It was Sabrina using her telekinesis.
"Cease this action at once," Sabrina ordered. Kuno did what he normally would do in a
situation like this. He took out a rose and bent on one knee handing it to her.
"Fair maiden," Kuno preached. "a treasure such as yours deserves the honorable hand of a
member of the Kuno family."
"Your methods are honorable," Sabrina answered. "However, I only date members of the
human species." Some of the audience gasped. Not since Ranma Saotome in his female form, had
a girl ever insulted Tatewaki Kuno.
"But voluptuous damsel. I only court those that have the spirit of beauty around her.
And you have it."
"I don't think Haunter would like the fact that you're hitting on me," Sabrina commented.
"Who is this Haunter?" Sabrina threw down her pokeball containing Haunter.
"Haunter-Haunter-Haunter-Haunter-Haunter?" Anybody want to see me do a trick with my
tongue?
"Haunter," Sabrina addressed calmly. "This gentleman would like to speak with you about
courting me."
Kuno's feet rattled at the sight of a ghost. In response to Sabrina, Haunter licked Kuno
with its extremely large tongue, thereby paralyzing Kuno for the next thirty minutes.
"Finally," an audience member said. "Someone to shut Kuno up." Random others laughed at
Kuno including Ranma.
"Thank you, Haunter," Sabrina said.
"Haunter." No problem. The ghost Pokemon replied as it was returned to its pokeball.
Prof. Oak stuttered. "Yes... Um... Thank you, Sabrina. Now, Pikachu, one of Ash
Ketchum's Pokemon, would like to perform a routine for us." The group watched in awe as
Pikachu began singing the song he learned from the wild Pikachu. Ditto was going to join in
(as a Pikachu, of course).
Meanwhile, Ash had left the convention center and headed over to Dr. Tofu's to check on
Misty.
"Is she all right?" The young Pokemon Trainer asked the doctor.
"Yes and no," Tofu replied.
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"Physically, she's in 100% good health."
"But..."
"But no matter how many times I try, I just can't seem to wake her. It's like she
doesn't want to be waken.
"That's not like Misty at all," Ash commented. He looked at Misty's body thinking,
{what's going through her mind?}
Misty felt herself plunge through an endless void. Everything was dark. She couldn't
even see her hand in front of her face. Then she stopped. She realized that she was standing
on a sort of rock. It wasn't big, probably about thirty feet in diameter.
A shadow stood there. Misty watched as the shadow took the form of James from Team
Rocket.
"James!" Misty reached for her pokeballs but realized that they weren't there. As a
matter of fact, she was naked. Misty quickly scrunched down to cover herself.
"You need not be afraid, Misty." The voice was James but there was something...
haunting about it. "I am merely your psyche incarnated in a form you can understand."
Misty stood, forgetting all about her bareness. "But why James?"
"I wanted to take the form of someone who you would listen to, but not think of as a
threat."
"Huh?"
"It was a random profile I pulled from your mind."
"Oh. So why did you bring me here?"
"I didn't. You brought yourself here." "James" held out his hand and the air in front
of them swirled to form a window of some sort. Misty saw from third person, everything from
Mousse's entrance, to Squirtle, Starmie, and Staryou putting out the fire including Ranma,
Ryouga, and Stephen's rescue of her.
"You have been in a coma for almost a day now," James explained.
"So why am I here?" Misty rephrased her question. "Why can't I go back to my body?"
"You can return to your body, but not before making a choice."
"A choice between life and death?" Misty has seen enough TV shows and movies to know
that whenever an incarnation from a person's psyche summons the person (or rather, their soul,
so to speak) to the insides of their mind, it's usually to decide between life and death.
"Kind of," James answered. "A choice between a life of bliss, or a life of hell."
"What?" More images floated in front of them. They were images of her life from third
person.
"You were always complaining about your life." A book appeared in James' hands. It was
Misty's diary. She started writing in it just before she began her Pokemon Journey. "You were
complaining how Ash doesn't repay you for your bike, how Brock always hits you whenever you ask
if he loves someone. You're annoyed at how Pikachu always shocks you even if it's accidental
and at the constant attacks by Jessie and James of Team Rocket."
"So? What does that have to do with anything?" Misty's diary disappeared and two
pokeballs appeared in James' hands. One was white and blue while the other was red and grey.
"One of these pokeballs has the ability to return you to your body, your old life. The
other has the ability to give you a new life, one where you can start over and build the kind
of life you want to have."
"How do I know which one is which?"
"That not even I can tell you. You must decide for yourself. Misty, choose carefully.
Once you make a choice, there's no going back. You're stuck with that decision for the rest of
your life." Misty felt sweat form on her forehead. This was a big decision. What to do?
Misty wished that Ash and Brock were here. They could help her.
Suddenly the pokeballs flew out of James' hands and started ramming into each other above
their heads.
"What's happening?" Misty asked.
"We're witnessing your inner psyche battling over the choices. The only way to make them
stop is to make a decision. So, what's it going to be, Misty?"
"This isn't fair," Misty protested. "I don't even know which pokeball is which. And you
expect me to make a decision that will, for one way or another, change my life forever!"
"Noone said life was fair," James said shrugging. "Making a decision is the only way to
stop the pokeballs from battling." Misty sighed. She haven't felt this depressed since she
realized that she, Ash, and Brock were heading for Cerulean City.
"STOP!" Misty yelled. "I've made a decision." The pokeballs settled back in James'
hands. Misty went up and took the red and black one.
"Pokeball, go!" She cried. And she threw the pokeball to the ground. The pokeball
opened and everything was consumed in a flash of white light.