SC: Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon (wish I did! $__$) I do own the
nickname of my Charizard though, so please don't steal it!
=thoughts
Chapter 1~ Taunts and Troubles
"Oh will you just be quiet!"
"No! I can be as loud as I WANT!!!"
"Can't the two of you just get along?"
"Never!"
"Yeah! Never! Besides, what have you got to fight about? Everyone loves you, the almighty suck up."
"Not true," Typhlosion retorted.
"Yes true!" shouted Blaziken. "Allie likes you the most!"
"That's because I was her first Pokemon ever."
"Well, I was the first full-bred Pokemon she planned. All those other eggs were freak accidents!" Stormfront was yelling just as loud as Blaziken.
"Calm down, Stormfront," Blaziken comforted, yet still held his temper. "It's true you were the first purposely bred Pokemon she had, but still, you're her favorite species of Pokemon! Even if you were one of those freak accident eggs she would've liked you because you're a Charizard!" Blaziken was yelling so loud now he probably ripped his vocal chords.
The three fire Pokemon had been arguing for quite some time now. Or rather, Stormfront and Blaziken had been arguing around Typhlosion. Typhlosion had been with Allie since the very beginning, and he knew all about loyalty and cooperation.
Stormfront was the second oldest of the three starting Pokemon there. He had been with the group long enough to learn what Typhlosion already knew; yet he didn't enforce it. Stormfront was an extremely stubborn Pokemon, and a bit vein as well.
Lastly, there was Blaziken, the youngest in the group. He was about one- third the age of Stormfront, and less than one-sixteenth of Typhlosion's age. However, in a short amount of time, Blaziken had been trained to be stronger than Stormfront ever was. Still, Blaziken was moody towards his lesser rival. His quirky nature would lash out and cause arguments like this all the time.
"Knock it off you three," said a voice behind them. Typhlosion turned and saw, to his relief, Halsemon standing there. Halsemon was Typhlosion's best friend, and his trainer's first hand-caught Pokemon.
"Oh great, it's the bird blunder," Blaziken murmured.
"Watch it there!" Halsemon snapped, ruffling her feathers and glaring at Blaziken. "I'm not the only bird around here, am I?" She smirked, eyeing Blaziken's eagle-like appearance.
"At least when Allie got me she didn't name me after a Digimon!"
"Allie never names her starters," Typhlosion answered, stepping into the quarrel. "And besides, have you ever seen what the real Halsemon looks like? It's awesome." Typhlosion wasn't going to let this jerk say things about his friend like that.
"Here comes Mr. Valiant again," Blaziken sneered. He was about an inch from Typhlosion's face. "Always the hero. Well you know something Ty? You're going down. My stats and type combos are better than yours are. My greatest stat can take advantage of your weakest one." He shoved Typhlosion back. "You ain't living to see the day our trainer hopes for."
"My, what terrible grammar," Halsemon said, shaking her head in disapproval. Typhlosion angrily turned on his flames in her direction. Startled, she fell off her perch, a lowly tree stump, landing hard on the bare earth.
"You listen," Typhlosion said in a rushed whisper. "I don't need you provoking this guy. You could get hurt or disrupt the battle enough so that I get hurt, and you don't want that, now, do you?"
Halsemon shook her head vigorously, her long set of head feathers swaying through the air. Typhlosion turned back to face his self-confident foe. Blaziken, who had been listening to their tete-a-tete, chose now to intervene.
"Well, isn't that lovely. So touching, so pure, sentimental even. Typhlosion," Blaziken paused to chuckle a bit, "I never said anything about a battle, but since you suggested it, we'll follow your plan. You really should consider backing down. Once I crush you, your girlfriend will have no one left. She'll be alone in this world, without you to protect her. She'll spend the rest of her pathetic life living in fear of me, for when you lose, I shall let her live. Seeing the scared look on her face will brighten my day for all eternity!"
By the end of Blaziken's long and boring speech, Typhlosion had sat down in the middle of the floor, turned off his flames, and begun meditating. Halsemon herself had fallen asleep, still on the ground from when Typhlosion had startled her. Blaziken sweatdropped.
/Idiots! / He thought, glancing around at the two of them. He watched Halsemon sleep for awhile, lost in thought. /Pathetic/ he spat in his mind, /How incompetent they are. / For many long moments he stood in silence, eyes closed in restless hate.
Typhlosion's eyes snapped open.
In a rush of flames he leapt from the ground, surging with the speed and power of a runaway freight train. Right paw held high, he propelled forward with such speed that his paw became engulfed in electricity. The crackling sound of the electricity was never heard; Typhlosion had broken the sound barrier. He was a blur: a blur of raging, acid flames and pulsating electricity. At the very last instant he gave it his all, so that all the possible force could be exerted on his fist.
He struck.
A direct hit across Blaziken's face sent him reeling headfirst into the trunk of an aged oak. There was a sickening crunch as the tree snapped, splinters flying in all directions. Blaziken kept going even after the tree, skidding along the ground some twenty feet before slowing down to a stop.
All of this happened in nearly a blink of an eye. Blaziken was on the ground before even the splinters had hit the ground. Spiked snippets of wood hurled toward Halsemon, but Typhlosion, who hadn't stopped moving, used his momentum to circle around and stopped dead in front of her. The splinters burned to ashes ten feet away from Typhlosion's location. The heat created from his intense speed and anger created a protective barrier, blocking their entry.
Halsemon sat up groggily. Her eyes widened in almost fear when she saw the swirling mass of flames before her, yet something about it made her think twice. Instantly she knew it was Typhlosion, she sensed it, a presence within the back of her mind. Being together for so long had forged a connection between the two of them, as well as between the three other Pokemon their trainer had raised under Silver. She could tell you exactly where they all were at any given time.
And speaking of which.
She felt a strong surge; a surge which grew black as it neared.
"Typhlosion!" she yelled through the flaming vortex. "Megan's coming!"
"Great," Typhlosion said, although it appeared as if the flames themselves had spoken. "I'll need all the backup I can get, in case this guy really is what he's cracked up to be."
"Shall I go look for him?"
"No, look for the others. We'll need everyone here. Megan can find the way."
"Ugh," Blaziken said as he sat up. He couldn't see anything through the haze of stars that blanketed his vision. He felt a great deal of pain in his head and shoulders. Raising one of his great, clawed hands to wipe his mouth, he found that it drew blood.
"Alright, I'm on my way," Halsemon said as she beat her wings. There was a slight gust as she rose high in the air. Applying the natural speed of bird Pokemon, she flew away like a cork from a wine bottle.
Blaziken was up, standing on two legs, although he barely had his balance. He watched in agony as Halsemon soared, then looked down and saw Typhlosion. Almost instantly, his fighting spirit caught up with him, and his swaggering taunts followed suit.
"You think you're pretty smart, don't ya'?" Blaziken huffed, clutching his side and breathing heavily.
"I think you're the smart one. All that bragging about how your high attack targets my defense, and how defense is my lowest stat? Well, it's time for a dose of your own medicine. Your lowest stat happens to be special defense, and my highest, special attack. Your conniving tricks won't work with a match up like this."
"True," Blaziken hissed through clenched teeth, sweat dripping down his face. He shuddered slightly, the salty liquid stinging the wound on his jawbone. "But all of your special attacks, besides Thunderpunch, are fire moves. My, my, are we forgetting about type match-ups already?"
"What's wrong with Thunderpunch?" Typhlosion shot back. He clenched his fist again, and electricity formed around his paw.
"What's wrong?" Blaziken feigned surprise. His expression hardened. "What's wrong is I won't fall for that again. You just got lucky." He stepped forward, and assumed his well-known fighting pose. He placed his left foot out, spread his claws wide, leaned his upper body back at the waist, then leaned forward just below the shoulders. Blaziken preferred this stance above the many others he had learned in training because it confuses the foe. Most of his body was behind the center of balance, so opponents assume his weight is on his back leg. However, he specifically learned to keep his weight forward on his left leg, so that he could launch towards his opponent quickly.
Typhlosion stepped up and mimicked the pose
Ka-SHIK! Ka-SHIK! Ka-SHIK!
A great rustling of grass and shrubbery filled the forest, scattering the wild Pokemon who lived there. Pidgey swooped in and out among the trees, as the rustling sound grew nearer.
Suddenly, a black form rushed by. It seemed to be a moving shadow given physical form. The shadow crashed through bushes and knocked over small tree seedlings, carving a path as it raced through the forest.
/ Hold on Typhlosion! /
The battle commenced.
The two fire Pokemon clashed, raging in an epic and ferocious battle. It was a close match-up: Typhlosion had more power, yet Blaziken's tactics were menacing. Blaziken drew on the natural abilities bestowed upon the Fighting-type, throwing punches and launching kicks.
Typhlosion did not have a second type to draw from, and was suffering because of it. Although his fire attacks were destructive, even to other Fire-types, he didn't have time to execute them. Blaziken was bringing on a rush of physical blows, and Typhlosion didn't have time to attack back. He spent all of his time dodging Blaziken's attacks.
/ At this rate I'll be too exhausted to battle! / Thought Typhlosion, his weariness detectable on his face. Blaziken smirked profoundly. / Wait! / Typhlosion suddenly realized. / This is what he wants me to do! He's trying to tire me out! That gives me an idea. /
Typhlosion kept up the dodging until Blaziken launched his weakest attack, Double Kick. He dodged the first one, then let the second one hit him squarely on the shoulder. He was knocked back, and Blaziken looked surprised.
/ Good! / Thought Typhlosion over the throbbing pain in his arm. / He didn't expect me to take a hit. He's let his guard down. / Blaziken walked over to Typhlosion, towering over him with a maniacal grin across his bloody jaw.
"You have lost," he whispered, and raised his fist. A glowing energy emitted from his wrists; Blaziken was preparing its best attack: Sky Uppercut. "Goodbye, friend of Allie. I shall take over where you left off."
He jumped, thirty feet up, and plummeted back down. Just as he was about to land the finishing blow, he realized his fate.
It was a trap.
Typhlosion rolled to the side with incredible speed, just as Blaziken collided with the ground. He stood, and fired a powerful Flamethrower right where Blaziken had landed. Then he too leapt up, and hit the ground full force with his feet. The resulting shock waves caused an earthquake to surge through the earth and rupture its surface. Wide fissures formed, their gaping holes leading to an unknown abyss.
Typhlosion fired a few more Flamethrowers in Blaziken's direction, just to be sure that he was finished. When the dust cleared, Blaziken was lying motionless in a crater that had formed from the combined force of Earthquake and Flamethrower. Typhlosion panted and glared at Blaziken through fierce violet eyes.
"It's over," he said, "I've won."
Hey! It's Shining Charizard here! I hope you like my fic. I wrote it just because I wanted to have a huge story take place between all of my Pokemon. Yeah, I know I made Blaziken out to be a jerk, but in reality he's charming. ^__^ There will be more Pokemon appearing later in the fic. just wait until the next chapter! Until then, review! Bonus: If you can guess what Pokemon Megan is, I'll feature your name in one of the next chapters.
Blaziken: "Why did you make me a jerk?"
Typhlosion: "Where did Stormfront go?"
Megan: "When do I show up?"
Halsemon: "Will I find the others?"
S.C.: "Why do I have a headache?"
Others: ?.?
S.C.: All but 1 question will be answered next chapter!
Others: ^__^
Blaziken: Which one?
S.C.: Your question. :D
Blaziken: -__-'
Typhlosion: =D
Stormfront: *pops in* Can I have a shrubbery?
Knights Who Say Nee: Bring us a gift! We want a shrubbery! (Sorry, you probably won't get that unless you've seen the movie "Monty Python and the Holy Grail". I recommend it!)
S. C.: All right, now review! (I accept flames)
Chapter 1~ Taunts and Troubles
"Oh will you just be quiet!"
"No! I can be as loud as I WANT!!!"
"Can't the two of you just get along?"
"Never!"
"Yeah! Never! Besides, what have you got to fight about? Everyone loves you, the almighty suck up."
"Not true," Typhlosion retorted.
"Yes true!" shouted Blaziken. "Allie likes you the most!"
"That's because I was her first Pokemon ever."
"Well, I was the first full-bred Pokemon she planned. All those other eggs were freak accidents!" Stormfront was yelling just as loud as Blaziken.
"Calm down, Stormfront," Blaziken comforted, yet still held his temper. "It's true you were the first purposely bred Pokemon she had, but still, you're her favorite species of Pokemon! Even if you were one of those freak accident eggs she would've liked you because you're a Charizard!" Blaziken was yelling so loud now he probably ripped his vocal chords.
The three fire Pokemon had been arguing for quite some time now. Or rather, Stormfront and Blaziken had been arguing around Typhlosion. Typhlosion had been with Allie since the very beginning, and he knew all about loyalty and cooperation.
Stormfront was the second oldest of the three starting Pokemon there. He had been with the group long enough to learn what Typhlosion already knew; yet he didn't enforce it. Stormfront was an extremely stubborn Pokemon, and a bit vein as well.
Lastly, there was Blaziken, the youngest in the group. He was about one- third the age of Stormfront, and less than one-sixteenth of Typhlosion's age. However, in a short amount of time, Blaziken had been trained to be stronger than Stormfront ever was. Still, Blaziken was moody towards his lesser rival. His quirky nature would lash out and cause arguments like this all the time.
"Knock it off you three," said a voice behind them. Typhlosion turned and saw, to his relief, Halsemon standing there. Halsemon was Typhlosion's best friend, and his trainer's first hand-caught Pokemon.
"Oh great, it's the bird blunder," Blaziken murmured.
"Watch it there!" Halsemon snapped, ruffling her feathers and glaring at Blaziken. "I'm not the only bird around here, am I?" She smirked, eyeing Blaziken's eagle-like appearance.
"At least when Allie got me she didn't name me after a Digimon!"
"Allie never names her starters," Typhlosion answered, stepping into the quarrel. "And besides, have you ever seen what the real Halsemon looks like? It's awesome." Typhlosion wasn't going to let this jerk say things about his friend like that.
"Here comes Mr. Valiant again," Blaziken sneered. He was about an inch from Typhlosion's face. "Always the hero. Well you know something Ty? You're going down. My stats and type combos are better than yours are. My greatest stat can take advantage of your weakest one." He shoved Typhlosion back. "You ain't living to see the day our trainer hopes for."
"My, what terrible grammar," Halsemon said, shaking her head in disapproval. Typhlosion angrily turned on his flames in her direction. Startled, she fell off her perch, a lowly tree stump, landing hard on the bare earth.
"You listen," Typhlosion said in a rushed whisper. "I don't need you provoking this guy. You could get hurt or disrupt the battle enough so that I get hurt, and you don't want that, now, do you?"
Halsemon shook her head vigorously, her long set of head feathers swaying through the air. Typhlosion turned back to face his self-confident foe. Blaziken, who had been listening to their tete-a-tete, chose now to intervene.
"Well, isn't that lovely. So touching, so pure, sentimental even. Typhlosion," Blaziken paused to chuckle a bit, "I never said anything about a battle, but since you suggested it, we'll follow your plan. You really should consider backing down. Once I crush you, your girlfriend will have no one left. She'll be alone in this world, without you to protect her. She'll spend the rest of her pathetic life living in fear of me, for when you lose, I shall let her live. Seeing the scared look on her face will brighten my day for all eternity!"
By the end of Blaziken's long and boring speech, Typhlosion had sat down in the middle of the floor, turned off his flames, and begun meditating. Halsemon herself had fallen asleep, still on the ground from when Typhlosion had startled her. Blaziken sweatdropped.
/Idiots! / He thought, glancing around at the two of them. He watched Halsemon sleep for awhile, lost in thought. /Pathetic/ he spat in his mind, /How incompetent they are. / For many long moments he stood in silence, eyes closed in restless hate.
Typhlosion's eyes snapped open.
In a rush of flames he leapt from the ground, surging with the speed and power of a runaway freight train. Right paw held high, he propelled forward with such speed that his paw became engulfed in electricity. The crackling sound of the electricity was never heard; Typhlosion had broken the sound barrier. He was a blur: a blur of raging, acid flames and pulsating electricity. At the very last instant he gave it his all, so that all the possible force could be exerted on his fist.
He struck.
A direct hit across Blaziken's face sent him reeling headfirst into the trunk of an aged oak. There was a sickening crunch as the tree snapped, splinters flying in all directions. Blaziken kept going even after the tree, skidding along the ground some twenty feet before slowing down to a stop.
All of this happened in nearly a blink of an eye. Blaziken was on the ground before even the splinters had hit the ground. Spiked snippets of wood hurled toward Halsemon, but Typhlosion, who hadn't stopped moving, used his momentum to circle around and stopped dead in front of her. The splinters burned to ashes ten feet away from Typhlosion's location. The heat created from his intense speed and anger created a protective barrier, blocking their entry.
Halsemon sat up groggily. Her eyes widened in almost fear when she saw the swirling mass of flames before her, yet something about it made her think twice. Instantly she knew it was Typhlosion, she sensed it, a presence within the back of her mind. Being together for so long had forged a connection between the two of them, as well as between the three other Pokemon their trainer had raised under Silver. She could tell you exactly where they all were at any given time.
And speaking of which.
She felt a strong surge; a surge which grew black as it neared.
"Typhlosion!" she yelled through the flaming vortex. "Megan's coming!"
"Great," Typhlosion said, although it appeared as if the flames themselves had spoken. "I'll need all the backup I can get, in case this guy really is what he's cracked up to be."
"Shall I go look for him?"
"No, look for the others. We'll need everyone here. Megan can find the way."
"Ugh," Blaziken said as he sat up. He couldn't see anything through the haze of stars that blanketed his vision. He felt a great deal of pain in his head and shoulders. Raising one of his great, clawed hands to wipe his mouth, he found that it drew blood.
"Alright, I'm on my way," Halsemon said as she beat her wings. There was a slight gust as she rose high in the air. Applying the natural speed of bird Pokemon, she flew away like a cork from a wine bottle.
Blaziken was up, standing on two legs, although he barely had his balance. He watched in agony as Halsemon soared, then looked down and saw Typhlosion. Almost instantly, his fighting spirit caught up with him, and his swaggering taunts followed suit.
"You think you're pretty smart, don't ya'?" Blaziken huffed, clutching his side and breathing heavily.
"I think you're the smart one. All that bragging about how your high attack targets my defense, and how defense is my lowest stat? Well, it's time for a dose of your own medicine. Your lowest stat happens to be special defense, and my highest, special attack. Your conniving tricks won't work with a match up like this."
"True," Blaziken hissed through clenched teeth, sweat dripping down his face. He shuddered slightly, the salty liquid stinging the wound on his jawbone. "But all of your special attacks, besides Thunderpunch, are fire moves. My, my, are we forgetting about type match-ups already?"
"What's wrong with Thunderpunch?" Typhlosion shot back. He clenched his fist again, and electricity formed around his paw.
"What's wrong?" Blaziken feigned surprise. His expression hardened. "What's wrong is I won't fall for that again. You just got lucky." He stepped forward, and assumed his well-known fighting pose. He placed his left foot out, spread his claws wide, leaned his upper body back at the waist, then leaned forward just below the shoulders. Blaziken preferred this stance above the many others he had learned in training because it confuses the foe. Most of his body was behind the center of balance, so opponents assume his weight is on his back leg. However, he specifically learned to keep his weight forward on his left leg, so that he could launch towards his opponent quickly.
Typhlosion stepped up and mimicked the pose
Ka-SHIK! Ka-SHIK! Ka-SHIK!
A great rustling of grass and shrubbery filled the forest, scattering the wild Pokemon who lived there. Pidgey swooped in and out among the trees, as the rustling sound grew nearer.
Suddenly, a black form rushed by. It seemed to be a moving shadow given physical form. The shadow crashed through bushes and knocked over small tree seedlings, carving a path as it raced through the forest.
/ Hold on Typhlosion! /
The battle commenced.
The two fire Pokemon clashed, raging in an epic and ferocious battle. It was a close match-up: Typhlosion had more power, yet Blaziken's tactics were menacing. Blaziken drew on the natural abilities bestowed upon the Fighting-type, throwing punches and launching kicks.
Typhlosion did not have a second type to draw from, and was suffering because of it. Although his fire attacks were destructive, even to other Fire-types, he didn't have time to execute them. Blaziken was bringing on a rush of physical blows, and Typhlosion didn't have time to attack back. He spent all of his time dodging Blaziken's attacks.
/ At this rate I'll be too exhausted to battle! / Thought Typhlosion, his weariness detectable on his face. Blaziken smirked profoundly. / Wait! / Typhlosion suddenly realized. / This is what he wants me to do! He's trying to tire me out! That gives me an idea. /
Typhlosion kept up the dodging until Blaziken launched his weakest attack, Double Kick. He dodged the first one, then let the second one hit him squarely on the shoulder. He was knocked back, and Blaziken looked surprised.
/ Good! / Thought Typhlosion over the throbbing pain in his arm. / He didn't expect me to take a hit. He's let his guard down. / Blaziken walked over to Typhlosion, towering over him with a maniacal grin across his bloody jaw.
"You have lost," he whispered, and raised his fist. A glowing energy emitted from his wrists; Blaziken was preparing its best attack: Sky Uppercut. "Goodbye, friend of Allie. I shall take over where you left off."
He jumped, thirty feet up, and plummeted back down. Just as he was about to land the finishing blow, he realized his fate.
It was a trap.
Typhlosion rolled to the side with incredible speed, just as Blaziken collided with the ground. He stood, and fired a powerful Flamethrower right where Blaziken had landed. Then he too leapt up, and hit the ground full force with his feet. The resulting shock waves caused an earthquake to surge through the earth and rupture its surface. Wide fissures formed, their gaping holes leading to an unknown abyss.
Typhlosion fired a few more Flamethrowers in Blaziken's direction, just to be sure that he was finished. When the dust cleared, Blaziken was lying motionless in a crater that had formed from the combined force of Earthquake and Flamethrower. Typhlosion panted and glared at Blaziken through fierce violet eyes.
"It's over," he said, "I've won."
Hey! It's Shining Charizard here! I hope you like my fic. I wrote it just because I wanted to have a huge story take place between all of my Pokemon. Yeah, I know I made Blaziken out to be a jerk, but in reality he's charming. ^__^ There will be more Pokemon appearing later in the fic. just wait until the next chapter! Until then, review! Bonus: If you can guess what Pokemon Megan is, I'll feature your name in one of the next chapters.
Blaziken: "Why did you make me a jerk?"
Typhlosion: "Where did Stormfront go?"
Megan: "When do I show up?"
Halsemon: "Will I find the others?"
S.C.: "Why do I have a headache?"
Others: ?.?
S.C.: All but 1 question will be answered next chapter!
Others: ^__^
Blaziken: Which one?
S.C.: Your question. :D
Blaziken: -__-'
Typhlosion: =D
Stormfront: *pops in* Can I have a shrubbery?
Knights Who Say Nee: Bring us a gift! We want a shrubbery! (Sorry, you probably won't get that unless you've seen the movie "Monty Python and the Holy Grail". I recommend it!)
S. C.: All right, now review! (I accept flames)