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When Everything Is Wonderful Again
"Oh I will love you more than that
I won't say those words, then take them back."
--More Than That-- by Backstreet Boys
As the two walked off, Misty walked alongside me. "I never thought I'd see the day when those two would be friends."
"Me neither," I said absently. Immediately, Moonsong nipped at my fingertips. "Ouch!"
"You knew of the rivalry...I guess you would, even if you weren't from around here." Misty looked thoughtful. "Where are you from?"
"Go on! Tell her!" Moonsong laughed from my side. She wanted to walk, food was a great motivater for her. "Hi Misty, I'm from a different dimension, won't you be my friend?"
I ignored Moonsong. For a wolf that had turned into a Houndour, she was sure being catty. "Um, Viridian City." Please, no more questions!
"Oh, I guess that would explain it. Viridian is close enough to Pallet."
The walk to the eatery, a nice place that served great smelling food, was quick and soon we were seated at a booth that had a window overlooking the main street. Gary and me on one side and Misty and Ash on the other. Both guys had aisle seats. Pikachu was on the table closest to the window; Misty had put the salt and pepper shakers on the sill behind it. Moonsong was laying on my feet, and sighed to let me know she was bored and hungry.
We ordered the food and as we waited, Gary and Ash talked some more. They were discussing the finer points of Heavy Balls when three figures stumbled through the open door. Ash, Misty, and Gary didn't take notice, but Moonsong and I did. It was Team Rocket and they looked like they'd been hit by a truck.
I felt Moonsong get up and I looked under the table to see her lay on Gary's feet. He looked over at me and smiled, then resumed talking with Ash. Moonsong and I watched as the Trio made their way over to the bar and sat on the stools that lined said bar.The waiter set glasses of water next to them and they chugged them like college kids at a frat party. They looked like they hadn't eaten in a while either.
Our food arrived then and I didn't think about them. I had ordered a special Houndour meal for Moonsong and she ate it up in a pinch. I won't go into detail about what the others ordered, but I got what looked and smelled like a hamburger and some spicey curly fries. Moonsong helped me with the fries, she's very thoughtful when it comes to food.
"Pikachupi!" Pikachu sounded outraged and when I looked over, I tried to not laugh. Misty had tied a small white bib with a Krabby on it and was feeding Pikachu little bite sized pieces of french fries.
"Now, now...be a good widdle Pikachu. Here comes the Fearow..." I blinked as I saw Misty making zooming motions with a french fry bit. Ash and Gary were staring too.
"Um, Misty, I'm not sure that's a good thing to do..." Ash said, slowly standing up and reaching for Pikachu.
"Pikapi!" Pikachu whined, leaving an opening for Misty to zoom the fry right in. She aimed and missed as Ash swept up Pikachu, got shocked by a Pissed Pikachu, and then glared at Misty, his hair standing on end. I heard Moonsong laughing.
"I'm sorry, Ash," Misty looked totally un-sorry, "It's just that I miss Togepi."
Ash shuddered at the name and he sat down again, Pikachu hiding on the other side of Ash, "That's okay, Mist, just...don't do that again."
When we were leaving, the Rocket trio were still at the counter, munching on salads. Other than the Waiter, Moonsong and I were still the only ones that had noticed them, and once we got back out into the open I gasped, "Oh, no! I forgot my wallet, I'll be right back!" and I dashed back inside.
I hadn't really forgotten it ( I really didn't have one ), I just had the biggest urge to talk to the Rockets, but I'd have to make it quick. I approached them, sans Moonsong, and Meowth was the first to notice me.
"Cirrus!" The little cat gasped, dropping a wilted piece of lettuce. It got the others' attention too.
"We thought you were..dead." Jessie said.
"Yeah, after...what...had happened." James looked to Jessie. "Jessie, what did happen?"
Jessie just shrugged.
"Hey, what's past is past, guys." I said easily, trying to relax them and get their minds off of what they thought they didn't know. "What happened to you?"
"We were attacked," James shuddered, "It was awful. I never wanted to go to that island in the first place."
"Isla Muerte?"
James cowered and Jessie patted his back.
"Dat was da island." Meowth said. "We were toild dat there was this Pok'mon, a rare one..."
"And we just wanted to make the Boss happy," Jessie said, looking decidedly unhappy. "But we were tricked."
"Bamboozled." Meowth said.
"Somebody made fools of us!" James wailed.
"Dat ain't too hard ta do," Meowth muttered.
Then a loud gurgling noise inturrupted what I was going to say. I arched an eyebrow at the three. "When was the last time you guys ate?"
"Not including this salad?" Jessie asked, picking at a piece. "We've gone about two weeks without anything substantial, unless you count the occasional piece of fruit."
Two weeks?! I thought, feeling a bit sorry for them. "Well, lunch is on me then, whatever you want."
The three started cheering and drew a bit of attention to themselves. I blushed and hushed them, and told the waiter that he was a fine young thang. Okay, so I told him that I was picking up their tab, but they were't to order anything totalling above $100. Could you imagine the indigestion?
I left then, giving hugs to all three. They really were good people, and Pokemon, but they'd just fallen on hard times and Team Rocket was always there to take advantage of those in need. I slipped two K into Jessie's hand and whispered, "Make sure you guys can get yourselves situated. Give me a call sometime; my phone is always on."
Like I said before, I could afford it.
When night fell, I was in a nice room in the Goldenrod Pokecenter. Gary, Misty, and Ash had gone out, clubbing or whatever. I hadn't wanted to, I skipped out saying I was really tired. I was, kinda, but I was also curious about the island. Gary hadn't asked what took me so long in the eatery and I hadn't offered. I think he may have known what I'd been doing, but he didn't ask.
"Pi ka!" Pikachu laughed, as it darted around the room. Moonsong was quickly behind it, the two were playing like kids in a schoolyard. I had said it would be okay, as long as no one used any destructive attacks.
I was standing next to the window, looking outside. Only one light was on in my room, next to the lone twin sized bed. The tv was on, an announcer doing his eemcee thing for a Pokemon gym battle, but I wasn't paying attention. People were walking out on the streets and I saw a familiar figure walking just below my window. I smiled when I saw who it was, though the Cyndaquil that hung on her shoulders was a giveaway. Maybe someday I'd battle her.
Beyond the streets of Goldenrod, I could see Route 34 sloping away gently, and I thought I could see the glitter of dark water. Isla Muerte was down that way, Jessie had told me so.
She'd called and we'd talked. I had hung up about twenty minutes ago, but we had talked for nearly an hour. She thanked me for the money, but I just wanted to see the three of them happy for once. They couldn't get out from Team Rockets tight leash of control just yet, but they had put away most of the money in a small bank account. It was the right thing to do. Then she told me what happened on that island.
They were told by an elderly woman of the rare Pokemon on the island, she had even given them a map of the island, with the areas the creature had been sighted at most, marked in red. The island was an overgrown weed patch, according to Jessie. Hard to navigate through, at first. Once they got in deeper, it suddenly was free of weeds and looked like a normal forest. They got closer to one spot on the map, and suddenly they were under attack from a huge dark shape. Blue fire everywhere, explosions, and the worst part of all was that it spoke understandable English, just like Meowth did.
Jessie told me that after it spoke, she had blacked out and when she woke up, they were all on the beach at Route 34. She didn't remember what it said, only that it could speak. It had been night, around 2 in the morning, and they ran to the Pokemon Day-care center. The caretakers had taken them in and in the afternoon, they walked to Goldenrod and into the eatery. The rest, I knew.
The breeze blew coldly then, into the open window, and I shivered. Right now, it wasn't a matter of catching this Pokemon. It was a matter of stopping it and whatever terror it caused. It looked like I had another job to do.
"Very good, Cirrus!" a gentle voice chimed from behind me.
I spun around, letting the curtain fall. Pikachu and Moonsong had been frozen in mid-stride, looking like perfect statues. "Will they be okay?"
"Sure they will!" Mew appeared above the two in a sparkle of silver. "I know you know about a certain Pokemon on a certain island. It won't be safe, you know."
"I know," I sighed. "But I've played the game once before and I won. I can do it again."
"This won't be like anything you've ever faced, Cirrus. This thing is dangerous." Mew hovered in front of me, her blue eyes sparkling with knowlege. "It is no ordinary Pokemon, but it is also not a Legendary Bird, or Dog, or anything Legendary."
"Okay, so....what? What is it? Is it an illusion, a ghost, a demon...what? Was it something I said?"
"It is exactly what you said." Mew sighed. "This is what we've come to call a Pokedemon. It is uncatchable by any means and very hard, if not impossible, to kill."
"Why?"
"Because it is already dead."
"Well that's just perfect."
A.N.: Good? Let me know! I'll continue writing this^.^
Teaser: Another job, another day. Will Cirrus be able to take care of this allegedly "dangerous" Pokemon? I mean, Pokedemon? Will it be too powerful for her to deal with? Just how did it learn to talk? All this and more, in the next exciting chapter!