The Pokemon Chronicles
Fanfiction by Sung-Min Kwon. © 2003
Disclaimer: Pokemon and its associated characters are copyrighted by Nintendo, Game Freak, Creatures Inc, and 4Kids Productions.
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-Aggression-
Ash just watched as his oncoming attacker rush to where he was. He was thinking of something to do. Anything to do, actually.
His head was thumping, and his legs were shaking.
If it had just been someone without any arms, he could have taken anyone. But she had those daggers. Those daggers looked as if they could cut through anything, so Ash was dead meat if one of those happened to hit his body. He was totally unarmed and unprepared for this sudden attack.
Ash couldn't see the face of the woman, because it was covered by the hood of a sea-blue cloak. All he could see under that hood were a pair of eyes. It looked as if she was almost floating toward him, because she moved rapidly yet silently, and her cloak came down almost to her feet, effectively shielding her legs from view.
One might have thought that it was a ghost at first. Ash would have thought that as well if he hadn't heard her let out that yell.
When the woman was close enough to slash his face with her daggers, Ash suddenly leapt high into the air.
Pikachu understood a nod from Ash, and darted off into a nearby bush for safety.
The daggers of the woman slashed the place where Ash had been there not even a second ago, and one hack managed to cut off a small part of his cloak, which now billowed in the air.
It was a good thing that he dodged, because the blades of the daggers would have slashed him into ribbons.
She jumped up into the air as well, her cloak following her ascent.
She came at him at the daggers again while they were both airborne. Ash thought, "This is no ordinary assassin," as he successfully blocked the blades of both daggers with the bottoms of his boots.
"But not enough to beat me," he remarked to himself as he jumped up from the blades and delivered a spin kick into the side of her face.
She ducked just in time, and Ash spun a semicircle counterclockwise. She saw that his back was turned toward her, and delivered a kick of her own straight up, hitting Ash's hamstrings.
Ow.
Immediately after Ash winced, she threw one of her daggers at his arm. It missed, but barely; he could feel the wind created by the weapon whiz by his ear.
But he felt no fear; he was still smarting from that bruise that she had given him, and felt angry instead.
He didn't even notice when the dagger returned like a boomerang, passing through his legs like a field goal in football.
As they were both descending, Ash used his good leg and delivered a football punt-style kick right in the assassin's stomach after executing a 270.
That blow knocked the wind out of her, and she crumpled down on the ground.
He landed immediately after she did, cushioning the impact with his hands. He then bounced off the ground with his hands, and landed daintily on his feet.
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He slowly approached the woman, who was lying motionless on her face. He was very cautious, just in case the cloaked figure suddenly jumped up and tried to take him with the element of surprise.
Just to make sure, he first tried to search for her daggers. They were a good distance away, enough that she would have to get up and roll a few yards to grasp either one of them.
Before taking any action, Ash observed her daggers.
They were very special ones, to be sure. The blades of the daggers looked as if they were made up of white-blue ice. Or more like dry ice, actually. White steam was rising from the blades, just like dry ice does as the solid turns into gas directly. But the blades, measuring at about eight inches long, didn't seem to be getting any smaller at all.
The handles were almost as long as the blades, and they were simple and unadorned.
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After making sure that the daggers were a safe distance away, he dashed toward her, turned her on her back, and held her down by the hands. But when he had a firm grip on her wrists, he felt a very weak pulse.
Hmm. That kick that she received must have been a lot stronger than he thought it was.
He pulled back the hood, which revealed a perfectly oval face of a beautiful young woman about his age. She looked incredibly like his dream girl with her almost goddess-like beauty.
As he closely examined this face over and over again, he couldn't believe that a creature this beautiful could put up such a fight just moments ago.
Well, like they said. You can't judge a book by its cover.
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He knew that he shouldn't leave her like this in the middle of a forest. A young woman in this unconscious state would surely be eaten by high-level Pokemon that periodically visited this neck of the woods.
Just when he was about to carry her on his back, he saw a sparkle from below her bangs. He saw a golden tiara on her forehead. This piece of jewelry was one that was most exquisite.
A pure golden crown inlaid with pearls and ivory as well as many colorful priceless gems. Not even the queen of the most powerful kingdom could have a crown like this.
Many a foolish ruler would trade his country for this jewel, and it was enough to tempt even the most righteous of men. Ash could not resist from taking the tiara in his hands.
In his hands, this jewel suddenly felt heavy and cold. And it felt as if it was getting heavier and colder by the minute.
His lust was disappearing, replaced by a slight fear of this mysterious object. When he couldn't take it anymore, Ash suddenly threw the tiara into a nearby lake, and shuddered a bit.
That tiara was not just luxurious, but also had an evil air about it.
Of course, greedy men would not be able to tell, and they would just see it was something of infinite value.
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Ash tried to make a decision about what to do. Should he wait for her to regain consciousness, take her with him, or just leave her like this? He knew that she would slow him down quite a bit if he had to carry her around. But he couldn't leave her like this, either.
Finally, he just shook her awake, as his impatience won over. She slowly gained consciousness, and her eyes fluttered open.
As he looked into those deep blue eyes, he thought that he was seeing a pair of clear, tropical oceans. Those big eyes, that innocent expression... he still couldn't believe that it was this young woman who attacked him. Her expression changed from innocence to apprehension, then to one of curiosity.
She seemed like someone recovering from amnesia as she sat up, and looked about her surroundings.
The first words out of her mouth were, "Where am I?"
********
Ash thought, 'She's really crazy...'
And he had reason to do so. She had been trying to kill him only several minutes ago. Unless that kick in her stomach somehow purged her brain of all past memories, there was no way she could be saying that.
Maybe she was just trying to play dumb, and look for an opportunity to hurt him while he was off guard.
For what seemed like forever, these two people looked at each other with a blank expression.
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He cautiously asked in a deep and clear voice, "And who might you be?"
She replied, "That's what I should be asking you." She, too, did not seem to be able to recognize his face.
Just then, Pikachu came out of hiding, and came to look at this person. The woman's expression suddenly changed into one of elation, and she gave Pikachu a giant hug.
Pikachu looked ready to shock her, but suddenly stopped. Pikachu seemed to know this woman as well.
That look on Pikachu's face... only one person could elicit a response like that.
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Misty?
It couldn't be. She looked nothing like Misty. Misty, as Ash remembered, was a tomboy who looked and acted like an imp.
When she traveled together with Ash and Brock, she had been the scariest of them all. She even scared guests and fellow trainers out of their wits countless times.
Of course she was a good friend. Once you got to know her really well.
She had a sentimental side that was just as soft as anyone else's, and Ash knew it. But she always maintained a tough exterior to hide this vulnerable self.
Most of all, she was unpredictable. She could be serene one moment, then suddenly break out in a fit the next.
Many girls were like that, but she was an extreme case.
This woman could not be Misty. No way.
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But curiosity was gnawing at him. It was eating him inside out. He just had to ask. He finally asked, "Would you... happen to be Misty?"
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Ash came to where the gym in Cerulean City was. He had nothing but good memories at that gym. Meeting Misty's sisters, winning his second gym badge, even defeating the Rockets once. He wanted to take another dive at the pool and watch the Waterflower Sisters perform.
He also wanted to see Misty. It had been long since he saw her. He still hadn't met her ever since they parted after the Johto journeys.
Would she still remember him? Would she be glad to see him?
His train of thought ran off track. Ah. The gym would be around the corner.
There was no gym.
Wait? No gym? That couldn't be right... it was the biggest building there was in Cerulean City. You couldn't miss it if you were blinder than a Zubat.
But it was true. There was no gym. No doubt about it. There was just a big lake where the gym used to stand. Nothing but a big, shimmering lake.
Oh, he panicked, all right. At first, he thought that an atom bomb had been dropped on the gym, blowing it all the way to kingdom come...
But that would have woken up anyone that hadn't been killed by the bomb. He would have heard about it for sure if it had happened.
An air raid? Little possibility of that. An air raid specifically on this gym would be almost improbable.
What threat did this gym pose to any military force? And what military force would have the guts to attack such a renowned place?
Besides that, he couldn't think of anything else that would have caused the sudden disappearance of this gym. But it had disappeared somehow.
***********************
He visited the Pokemon Center to get some information. Luckily, Nurse Joy was on duty late tonight.
She smiled sweetly and said, "Good evening, may I help you?"
He inquired, "Excuse me. Could you tell me about what happened to the Cerulean gym?"
Her expression darkened a bit. "The gym? About that... You see, no one knows. One morning, we just found the gym gone, replaced by a large lake."
He asked desperately, "And nothing suspicious happened during the night? No bombing or anything like that? Somebody must have seen something."
She thought for a moment. "Now that I recall... The night sky was suddenly covered in total darkness, according to one eyewitness. But it subsided after a few minutes, and everything returned to normal. Of course, no one had any idea that the gym suddenly disappeared like that."
"Hmm..."
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"Ash?"
His flashback was interrupted, as he heard his name being spoken by the woman. Was she indeed Misty?
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Well, nothing much to say at the end of this chapter. But please R & R!
-Latias in Space-
Fanfiction by Sung-Min Kwon. © 2003
Disclaimer: Pokemon and its associated characters are copyrighted by Nintendo, Game Freak, Creatures Inc, and 4Kids Productions.
***********************
-Aggression-
Ash just watched as his oncoming attacker rush to where he was. He was thinking of something to do. Anything to do, actually.
His head was thumping, and his legs were shaking.
If it had just been someone without any arms, he could have taken anyone. But she had those daggers. Those daggers looked as if they could cut through anything, so Ash was dead meat if one of those happened to hit his body. He was totally unarmed and unprepared for this sudden attack.
Ash couldn't see the face of the woman, because it was covered by the hood of a sea-blue cloak. All he could see under that hood were a pair of eyes. It looked as if she was almost floating toward him, because she moved rapidly yet silently, and her cloak came down almost to her feet, effectively shielding her legs from view.
One might have thought that it was a ghost at first. Ash would have thought that as well if he hadn't heard her let out that yell.
When the woman was close enough to slash his face with her daggers, Ash suddenly leapt high into the air.
Pikachu understood a nod from Ash, and darted off into a nearby bush for safety.
The daggers of the woman slashed the place where Ash had been there not even a second ago, and one hack managed to cut off a small part of his cloak, which now billowed in the air.
It was a good thing that he dodged, because the blades of the daggers would have slashed him into ribbons.
She jumped up into the air as well, her cloak following her ascent.
She came at him at the daggers again while they were both airborne. Ash thought, "This is no ordinary assassin," as he successfully blocked the blades of both daggers with the bottoms of his boots.
"But not enough to beat me," he remarked to himself as he jumped up from the blades and delivered a spin kick into the side of her face.
She ducked just in time, and Ash spun a semicircle counterclockwise. She saw that his back was turned toward her, and delivered a kick of her own straight up, hitting Ash's hamstrings.
Ow.
Immediately after Ash winced, she threw one of her daggers at his arm. It missed, but barely; he could feel the wind created by the weapon whiz by his ear.
But he felt no fear; he was still smarting from that bruise that she had given him, and felt angry instead.
He didn't even notice when the dagger returned like a boomerang, passing through his legs like a field goal in football.
As they were both descending, Ash used his good leg and delivered a football punt-style kick right in the assassin's stomach after executing a 270.
That blow knocked the wind out of her, and she crumpled down on the ground.
He landed immediately after she did, cushioning the impact with his hands. He then bounced off the ground with his hands, and landed daintily on his feet.
***********************
He slowly approached the woman, who was lying motionless on her face. He was very cautious, just in case the cloaked figure suddenly jumped up and tried to take him with the element of surprise.
Just to make sure, he first tried to search for her daggers. They were a good distance away, enough that she would have to get up and roll a few yards to grasp either one of them.
Before taking any action, Ash observed her daggers.
They were very special ones, to be sure. The blades of the daggers looked as if they were made up of white-blue ice. Or more like dry ice, actually. White steam was rising from the blades, just like dry ice does as the solid turns into gas directly. But the blades, measuring at about eight inches long, didn't seem to be getting any smaller at all.
The handles were almost as long as the blades, and they were simple and unadorned.
***********************
After making sure that the daggers were a safe distance away, he dashed toward her, turned her on her back, and held her down by the hands. But when he had a firm grip on her wrists, he felt a very weak pulse.
Hmm. That kick that she received must have been a lot stronger than he thought it was.
He pulled back the hood, which revealed a perfectly oval face of a beautiful young woman about his age. She looked incredibly like his dream girl with her almost goddess-like beauty.
As he closely examined this face over and over again, he couldn't believe that a creature this beautiful could put up such a fight just moments ago.
Well, like they said. You can't judge a book by its cover.
***********************
He knew that he shouldn't leave her like this in the middle of a forest. A young woman in this unconscious state would surely be eaten by high-level Pokemon that periodically visited this neck of the woods.
Just when he was about to carry her on his back, he saw a sparkle from below her bangs. He saw a golden tiara on her forehead. This piece of jewelry was one that was most exquisite.
A pure golden crown inlaid with pearls and ivory as well as many colorful priceless gems. Not even the queen of the most powerful kingdom could have a crown like this.
Many a foolish ruler would trade his country for this jewel, and it was enough to tempt even the most righteous of men. Ash could not resist from taking the tiara in his hands.
In his hands, this jewel suddenly felt heavy and cold. And it felt as if it was getting heavier and colder by the minute.
His lust was disappearing, replaced by a slight fear of this mysterious object. When he couldn't take it anymore, Ash suddenly threw the tiara into a nearby lake, and shuddered a bit.
That tiara was not just luxurious, but also had an evil air about it.
Of course, greedy men would not be able to tell, and they would just see it was something of infinite value.
***********************
Ash tried to make a decision about what to do. Should he wait for her to regain consciousness, take her with him, or just leave her like this? He knew that she would slow him down quite a bit if he had to carry her around. But he couldn't leave her like this, either.
Finally, he just shook her awake, as his impatience won over. She slowly gained consciousness, and her eyes fluttered open.
As he looked into those deep blue eyes, he thought that he was seeing a pair of clear, tropical oceans. Those big eyes, that innocent expression... he still couldn't believe that it was this young woman who attacked him. Her expression changed from innocence to apprehension, then to one of curiosity.
She seemed like someone recovering from amnesia as she sat up, and looked about her surroundings.
The first words out of her mouth were, "Where am I?"
********
Ash thought, 'She's really crazy...'
And he had reason to do so. She had been trying to kill him only several minutes ago. Unless that kick in her stomach somehow purged her brain of all past memories, there was no way she could be saying that.
Maybe she was just trying to play dumb, and look for an opportunity to hurt him while he was off guard.
For what seemed like forever, these two people looked at each other with a blank expression.
***********************
He cautiously asked in a deep and clear voice, "And who might you be?"
She replied, "That's what I should be asking you." She, too, did not seem to be able to recognize his face.
Just then, Pikachu came out of hiding, and came to look at this person. The woman's expression suddenly changed into one of elation, and she gave Pikachu a giant hug.
Pikachu looked ready to shock her, but suddenly stopped. Pikachu seemed to know this woman as well.
That look on Pikachu's face... only one person could elicit a response like that.
***********************
Misty?
It couldn't be. She looked nothing like Misty. Misty, as Ash remembered, was a tomboy who looked and acted like an imp.
When she traveled together with Ash and Brock, she had been the scariest of them all. She even scared guests and fellow trainers out of their wits countless times.
Of course she was a good friend. Once you got to know her really well.
She had a sentimental side that was just as soft as anyone else's, and Ash knew it. But she always maintained a tough exterior to hide this vulnerable self.
Most of all, she was unpredictable. She could be serene one moment, then suddenly break out in a fit the next.
Many girls were like that, but she was an extreme case.
This woman could not be Misty. No way.
***********************
But curiosity was gnawing at him. It was eating him inside out. He just had to ask. He finally asked, "Would you... happen to be Misty?"
***********************
Ash came to where the gym in Cerulean City was. He had nothing but good memories at that gym. Meeting Misty's sisters, winning his second gym badge, even defeating the Rockets once. He wanted to take another dive at the pool and watch the Waterflower Sisters perform.
He also wanted to see Misty. It had been long since he saw her. He still hadn't met her ever since they parted after the Johto journeys.
Would she still remember him? Would she be glad to see him?
His train of thought ran off track. Ah. The gym would be around the corner.
There was no gym.
Wait? No gym? That couldn't be right... it was the biggest building there was in Cerulean City. You couldn't miss it if you were blinder than a Zubat.
But it was true. There was no gym. No doubt about it. There was just a big lake where the gym used to stand. Nothing but a big, shimmering lake.
Oh, he panicked, all right. At first, he thought that an atom bomb had been dropped on the gym, blowing it all the way to kingdom come...
But that would have woken up anyone that hadn't been killed by the bomb. He would have heard about it for sure if it had happened.
An air raid? Little possibility of that. An air raid specifically on this gym would be almost improbable.
What threat did this gym pose to any military force? And what military force would have the guts to attack such a renowned place?
Besides that, he couldn't think of anything else that would have caused the sudden disappearance of this gym. But it had disappeared somehow.
***********************
He visited the Pokemon Center to get some information. Luckily, Nurse Joy was on duty late tonight.
She smiled sweetly and said, "Good evening, may I help you?"
He inquired, "Excuse me. Could you tell me about what happened to the Cerulean gym?"
Her expression darkened a bit. "The gym? About that... You see, no one knows. One morning, we just found the gym gone, replaced by a large lake."
He asked desperately, "And nothing suspicious happened during the night? No bombing or anything like that? Somebody must have seen something."
She thought for a moment. "Now that I recall... The night sky was suddenly covered in total darkness, according to one eyewitness. But it subsided after a few minutes, and everything returned to normal. Of course, no one had any idea that the gym suddenly disappeared like that."
"Hmm..."
***********************
"Ash?"
His flashback was interrupted, as he heard his name being spoken by the woman. Was she indeed Misty?
***********************
Well, nothing much to say at the end of this chapter. But please R & R!
-Latias in Space-