Chapter 2
Contently the boy sat there. Bright blue eyes wandered around the room quietly...but he was listening to the conversation between the nurse and trainer. Aqua colored hair fell down into his eyes, bocking his view. A soft grumble was given, and a soft blow to follow to clear his vision. Pale digits fingered the ball he held withen his hand. Nurse joy suddenly raised her voice at the young trainer.
"That is NO way to train! You could have killed your own Pokemon!"
The trainer stared at the floor, hiding shameful eyes under golden locks. Two boys stood not too far behind, looking at eachother nervously while fidgeting. They looked happy that they wern't the ones being yelled at. Nurse Joy went on and on, yelling and pointing fingers. Becomming frusterated with the nurse, the boy stood from the couch and walked between the two. He was hardly half the size of Nurse Joy, and only came up to the trainers chest.
"EXCUSE me." He interrupted rudely.
"And anoth--" Nurse joy looked down to the boy with a bit of suprise. The trainer, as well, looked down to him.
"What she did was obviously right. She was not absing her pokemon. If thats the way she trains, so be it. But I do believe I have some pokemon of my own in intensive care that I've been waiting on for well a long enough time. So I suggest you do your job as a nurse, and not as a teacher, and nurse the pokemon, not lecture." He glared up to Joy. She was completely shocked.
With a soft "Hmph", she turned and walked back into the room. The aqua-haired boy placed his hands on his hips and stuck his tongue out after her.
"Thanks.." The blonde trainer said softly. She'd never been helped by a kid.
"No problem. I just hate it when nurses get all over you and act like they know it all. They heal our pokemon, we train them, so I do believe it is we, the trainers, who know everything."
The trainer giggled and nodded, raising her head. A soft smile was no on her lips. The two males slipped to her side, in a bit of confusion.
"What's your name? I'm Kit. I train fire types." He beamed, as if he were the best fire trainer around.
"Zuey, and electric trainer. Nice to meet you."
"Ohh..Zuey! The sister of the great Team Rocket Whitney?!" He asked, raising his voice a bit too loud.
Others in the room turned and stared....the room grew deathly silent. A blush faded onto her cheeks and she nodded softly.
"Yes, that would be me. But I hate Team Rocket, so don't think I'm in the group too."
"Oh, I know. I met Whitney once. Her Jolteon had falen off a cliff. I helped her find it and showed her to the pokecenter. She didn't seem as cruel as she usualy would be. She mentioend her three sisters, Kasumi, Eevee, and you, Zuey. Each she took pride in speaking of, especialy you."
Zuey sighed softly. The two behind her grew rather silent with the information unknown to them. She turned slowly, staring down to her feet for a moment. The shoes which adorned her feet could probably need washed.
"Unfortunatly, she finaly paid for all her wrong doings and now rests withen the graveyard of a certain, high family of her husbands."
Nurse Joy had stood outside the door of the room to listen to the whole thing. The room had been silent since the mention of Whitney. They all listened, which caused the trainer to feel a little uncomfortable. She never knew what an impact her sister made, or in what way exactly. The boy didn't know exactly what to say, nor did any of the others. She put the conversation to an end really, because saying sorry could not be done. Whitney was not the one to be sorry for, and Zuey surely didn't feel at all bad about any of it.
"Kit, Zuey, here are your pokemon." Nurse Joy was the one who broke the silence, holding out a pokeball in one hand, and two in the other.
Zuey took the one, Jolty soon pranced from the room and to her side. Just as the boy was taking his two, he spoted the jolteon..the powerful electric thing....the ledgend which had spread about all trainers. His soft brown eyes grew large and fearful. Slowly and shakily he backed away from it. Jolty senced the boy's fear and growled softly. Every trainer withen the room also backed away. Fear was easily sensed from them all besides herself, Nurse Joy, and her two companions. Seeing as enough information had leaked, the female trainer silently turned and sauntered out the doorwith Jolty at her side, and the two males behind her. A soft click was the noise that ensured the fastening of the pokeball which carried Electra, to the belt. The overgrown, powerful Jolteon didn't travle in pokeballs on any condition. They were all healed, now was the most perfect time as ever to battle. All she had to do was ready her potions, berrys, and equitment, and she'd be all ready.They arrived soon enough back to their campsite. She dug around in her pack for things she was certain she'd need. Unlike the league, and other certain battles, she could only use three. If her first choice wouldn't work, then she'd try another. Once her things were arranged, she shouldered her pack and called Jolty to her side. Silently the four started to the gym. It was hard to tell if the girl was mad, depressed, or just not in a talkitve mood. Lance nervously broke the silence.
"I suppose Jolty is ready to kick butt...let's just hope she and Electra don't get jealous of eachother." He faked a laugh.
She gave no reply, but walked on. Always she was pretty quiet and to herself before such major battles...but not like this. Once more the uncomfortable silence overcame them. For about another hour or two they walked liked this. But Lance had starting a poking game. The two boys laughed softly and poked eachother, occasionaly placing a punch here and there. Zuey wasn't too enthused about this game. They finally reached the gym. The all paused and gazed upon it. Some villagers stared at them..respecting their presence, for they knew what effort it took to get so far up in the training. Inhaling deeply, she gazed back to Jolty, who stood half-bristled at the gym. Zuey led the way in, The other two awaited her to finish at the door. She rejected the battles of the gaurds, and made her way right up to the leader...Pryce himself. He grinned and offered a nod.
"Welcome, trainer. I congradulate you for making it this far. Let us not speak though...a battle is to be faught for this badge." His voice was rough..he was old after all.
"Indeed.." Was her short reply.
The battle feild was set up. She took her spot on the far side nearest the door. Jolty was her secret weapon, therefore;she'd use her last. The first sent out was Agil, the Pikachu.
"Agil, Zap cannon." She spoke most calmly, commanding the attack right when his pokemon appeared.
The pokemon was Seel, an easy target and take down...considering Agil was most likely quite a few levels higher. The blast of electricity hit the puny little thing, and of coarse knocked it out easily.
The battle didn't last long. It only took Agil and Spike to beat him..which in all took a good 20 minutes. The leader was shocked, but handed the badge over as promised. Just one more, she thought, then I shall beat him at the league. The with her own promise at mind, she walked out with a grin, and headed towards Blackthorn.
Contently the boy sat there. Bright blue eyes wandered around the room quietly...but he was listening to the conversation between the nurse and trainer. Aqua colored hair fell down into his eyes, bocking his view. A soft grumble was given, and a soft blow to follow to clear his vision. Pale digits fingered the ball he held withen his hand. Nurse joy suddenly raised her voice at the young trainer.
"That is NO way to train! You could have killed your own Pokemon!"
The trainer stared at the floor, hiding shameful eyes under golden locks. Two boys stood not too far behind, looking at eachother nervously while fidgeting. They looked happy that they wern't the ones being yelled at. Nurse Joy went on and on, yelling and pointing fingers. Becomming frusterated with the nurse, the boy stood from the couch and walked between the two. He was hardly half the size of Nurse Joy, and only came up to the trainers chest.
"EXCUSE me." He interrupted rudely.
"And anoth--" Nurse joy looked down to the boy with a bit of suprise. The trainer, as well, looked down to him.
"What she did was obviously right. She was not absing her pokemon. If thats the way she trains, so be it. But I do believe I have some pokemon of my own in intensive care that I've been waiting on for well a long enough time. So I suggest you do your job as a nurse, and not as a teacher, and nurse the pokemon, not lecture." He glared up to Joy. She was completely shocked.
With a soft "Hmph", she turned and walked back into the room. The aqua-haired boy placed his hands on his hips and stuck his tongue out after her.
"Thanks.." The blonde trainer said softly. She'd never been helped by a kid.
"No problem. I just hate it when nurses get all over you and act like they know it all. They heal our pokemon, we train them, so I do believe it is we, the trainers, who know everything."
The trainer giggled and nodded, raising her head. A soft smile was no on her lips. The two males slipped to her side, in a bit of confusion.
"What's your name? I'm Kit. I train fire types." He beamed, as if he were the best fire trainer around.
"Zuey, and electric trainer. Nice to meet you."
"Ohh..Zuey! The sister of the great Team Rocket Whitney?!" He asked, raising his voice a bit too loud.
Others in the room turned and stared....the room grew deathly silent. A blush faded onto her cheeks and she nodded softly.
"Yes, that would be me. But I hate Team Rocket, so don't think I'm in the group too."
"Oh, I know. I met Whitney once. Her Jolteon had falen off a cliff. I helped her find it and showed her to the pokecenter. She didn't seem as cruel as she usualy would be. She mentioend her three sisters, Kasumi, Eevee, and you, Zuey. Each she took pride in speaking of, especialy you."
Zuey sighed softly. The two behind her grew rather silent with the information unknown to them. She turned slowly, staring down to her feet for a moment. The shoes which adorned her feet could probably need washed.
"Unfortunatly, she finaly paid for all her wrong doings and now rests withen the graveyard of a certain, high family of her husbands."
Nurse Joy had stood outside the door of the room to listen to the whole thing. The room had been silent since the mention of Whitney. They all listened, which caused the trainer to feel a little uncomfortable. She never knew what an impact her sister made, or in what way exactly. The boy didn't know exactly what to say, nor did any of the others. She put the conversation to an end really, because saying sorry could not be done. Whitney was not the one to be sorry for, and Zuey surely didn't feel at all bad about any of it.
"Kit, Zuey, here are your pokemon." Nurse Joy was the one who broke the silence, holding out a pokeball in one hand, and two in the other.
Zuey took the one, Jolty soon pranced from the room and to her side. Just as the boy was taking his two, he spoted the jolteon..the powerful electric thing....the ledgend which had spread about all trainers. His soft brown eyes grew large and fearful. Slowly and shakily he backed away from it. Jolty senced the boy's fear and growled softly. Every trainer withen the room also backed away. Fear was easily sensed from them all besides herself, Nurse Joy, and her two companions. Seeing as enough information had leaked, the female trainer silently turned and sauntered out the doorwith Jolty at her side, and the two males behind her. A soft click was the noise that ensured the fastening of the pokeball which carried Electra, to the belt. The overgrown, powerful Jolteon didn't travle in pokeballs on any condition. They were all healed, now was the most perfect time as ever to battle. All she had to do was ready her potions, berrys, and equitment, and she'd be all ready.They arrived soon enough back to their campsite. She dug around in her pack for things she was certain she'd need. Unlike the league, and other certain battles, she could only use three. If her first choice wouldn't work, then she'd try another. Once her things were arranged, she shouldered her pack and called Jolty to her side. Silently the four started to the gym. It was hard to tell if the girl was mad, depressed, or just not in a talkitve mood. Lance nervously broke the silence.
"I suppose Jolty is ready to kick butt...let's just hope she and Electra don't get jealous of eachother." He faked a laugh.
She gave no reply, but walked on. Always she was pretty quiet and to herself before such major battles...but not like this. Once more the uncomfortable silence overcame them. For about another hour or two they walked liked this. But Lance had starting a poking game. The two boys laughed softly and poked eachother, occasionaly placing a punch here and there. Zuey wasn't too enthused about this game. They finally reached the gym. The all paused and gazed upon it. Some villagers stared at them..respecting their presence, for they knew what effort it took to get so far up in the training. Inhaling deeply, she gazed back to Jolty, who stood half-bristled at the gym. Zuey led the way in, The other two awaited her to finish at the door. She rejected the battles of the gaurds, and made her way right up to the leader...Pryce himself. He grinned and offered a nod.
"Welcome, trainer. I congradulate you for making it this far. Let us not speak though...a battle is to be faught for this badge." His voice was rough..he was old after all.
"Indeed.." Was her short reply.
The battle feild was set up. She took her spot on the far side nearest the door. Jolty was her secret weapon, therefore;she'd use her last. The first sent out was Agil, the Pikachu.
"Agil, Zap cannon." She spoke most calmly, commanding the attack right when his pokemon appeared.
The pokemon was Seel, an easy target and take down...considering Agil was most likely quite a few levels higher. The blast of electricity hit the puny little thing, and of coarse knocked it out easily.
The battle didn't last long. It only took Agil and Spike to beat him..which in all took a good 20 minutes. The leader was shocked, but handed the badge over as promised. Just one more, she thought, then I shall beat him at the league. The with her own promise at mind, she walked out with a grin, and headed towards Blackthorn.