- Neojourney -
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Can I Get A...
"I'm just a girl
my apologies
What I've become
is burdensome
."
--Just A Girl-- by No Doubt
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"You want me to do what as who?!"Cell didn't move, totally unaffected by my outburst. "You heard what I said, human. That's how this game is going to be played. You like games, don't you?"
"And I suppose you're gonna tell me that that Pokemon will be playing musical bodies with me and it get's to live my life? Get another girlfriend 'cause I ain't doing it." I spun around and started to walk away. Clouds are not very helpful when one wishes to stomp off as clouds do not make any noise under one's feet.
Cell teleported in front of me and stood with his arms crossed. "You are going to do this, whether you like it or not."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Not."
"Too."
"Not."
"Too."
"Not."
"Yes you are." I could see that he was really getting mad and I knew I'd better behave.
"Why is this falling in my lap?"
Cell sighed, "Because, in a matter of speaking, you're convenient."
"Whaa?"
"You know Brock's moves, what he does, how he acts. You could infiltrate their little lives easier than someone else could. Sure I could grab the soul of someone who's in a coma or whatnot, but you won't need coaching in Brock 101."
"But I get to choose the Pokemon, right?"
Cell nodded, "I'm going to leave you alone for a few minutes. Think about who you will choose and then you'll get started." With that, he vanished.
It all fell to me, for a third time! I was starting to not like this; being a normal girl was so much easier.
So what am I rambling about? Let me fill you in...
It seems that Brock is going to die, very soon, but he's not supposed to die. He's supposed to live to a very old age, surrounded by lots of grandkids. Yup, Brock-o finally gets some! Aiight, I'll get on with it.
The forces of evil finally put two and two together and figured out that Brock was the center of Ash's universe. Not in that way, baka! Brock really is the male "father-figure" in his life and yet, also an older brother-type. The forces of evil (f.o.e. howabout that?!) tried to ruin Ash's life once before, by taking Brock away and slipping Tracey into the fold, but that backfired on them. Even though Tracey is..well...Tracey, and not much in the way of a male Ash could look up to...it backfired on them. Let's leave it at that.
The forces of evil lost even more when Ash won the Orange League without Brock in the group. According to Cell, Ash was supposed to be humiliated in the Orange League, lose miserably, and turn to a life of evil. Personally, I think he was still high on beating Rudy's butt and winning back Misty. Not like he would've admitted to liking her back then, but it has been at least five years since that.
Now for my predicament. I was supposed to do the musical bodies thing once again, this time with one of Brock's Pokemon. Brock would have no idea that I was in his group and it had to be that way. Only one person would know, Cell reassured me of that, and it was to be Gary. I know he has some really strong Pokemon, allies that I could call on if need be. I could tell no one else, not even Brock's other Pokemon, though I was sure they would be able to tell that one of their group was not acting "normal."
Brock has Geodude, Onix, Zubat, Vulpix, Pineco, and Rapidash - a new addition. All of his pokemon, with the exception of Zubat and Pineco, were vulnerable to water. Pineco and Zubat were vulnerable to fire and electricity, respectively. Gee, which way would I want my ass easily beaten? I know they're all succeptable to other Types, but the most obvious are what other trainers, and enemies, would see first.
Who could be the best choice?
Suddenly, I felt Cell's presence behind me and I turned around, my mind not made up. I frowned when I saw several Pokemon behind him.
"Those...those are my Pokemon...aren't they?"
Cell nodded, "Yes, but your Pokemon are strange...aren't they?"
"You insulting my friends?"
"No, merely making a statement. Obviously, they've hidden their own identities from you."
"I don't get it...what are you blabbing about?" I crouched down, "Mystique, Cynda...c'mere."
The two Pokemon looked at the others, Moonsong, Ponyta, and Umbreon, who nodded. Then the two looked up at Cell, who merely shrugged. They turned and walked towards me. Mystique, who never spoke, butted her head against my leg, asking, in her own silent way, to be scratched. I obliged, scratching her between her ears, and she sighed.
Cynda just sat down and stared at me, a guarded emotion in her eyes.
"What's wrong?" I asked her and looked up at Cell. "Since we're up here, is it possible for them to speak in a language I can understand?"
Still standing with his arms crossed and looking bored, Cell flicked his fingers. He yawned, "Done."
"Gee, you're such a peach..."
"Cirrus." The voice chilled me to the bone and I froze.
I knew that voice...I heard it in my nightmares. "Xanady?" I asked in a whisper, looking around.
Heat flared around my legs and I looked down to see Cynda...and saw her for who she really was...Professor Holly Xanady.
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Teaser
- So so bored. I wonder what happens next...
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