What's Inside
Cager: Zzzzzzzzzzzzz -_-
Anto: ... o_O;; Urm, why is the Cager sleeping? She's supposed to be giving the disclaimer.
Angi: I don't know why she's asleep. *winks at the audience* ~_^ But I think it may have to do with the massive amounts of sleeping powder Raistlin put in her soup this morning.
Anto: Why'd he do that????? @_@
Antea: Just read the sign.
Raistlin: *hammers signs into the ground all around his armchair*
Anto: *reads the signs* 'Please... keep... quiet'.... 'No... Cager... beyond... this... point.' :( That's not nice.
Raistlin: I need my own sleep, too, you ignorant imbecile and I can't have that with her bouncing all over the place! *Falls into the armchair and sleeps* Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz -_-
Jouti: .... Alright, that was completely pointless -_-;; Please, Gilthanas, if you would be so kind, (being one of the only other sane people around here) give the disclaimer?
Gilthanas: Fine then. Cager does not own Pokemon, The Anime Kitties or any characters (like me and Raistlin) from the Dragonlance books. Please, do not sue her. She does own the anime kitties and the new boy, Kenjo, in this fan fiction.
Yugi Kitty: Please, read, remew,(review) and next time, remember to bring me a BIG plate of fish, please-y!
Prologue
"What kind of plan was that, Meowth?!" demanded Jessie as she kicked the small, cat-like Pokemon. With a yell, Meowth flew across the crater they had created in their fall and smacked into the other side.
"You nearly got us all killed!" growled James with a glare in the direction of their Pokemon partner.
"Wob-buffet!" chimed another of their troublesome Pokemon, who was swiftly returned to his Pokeball.
"Hey! Don' youse go an' blame 'dis all on me!" snapped Meowth as he got back up to his feet after recovering from Jessie's kick. He crossed his furry arms and gave them both a glare of his own. "If you'd just done what I'd told ya ta do, we woulda had Pikachu nabbed by now."
"Whatever, Meowth! All you're plans end up like this!" sniffed Jessie.
"Yes! We always follow exactly what you say and we never are able to grab Pikachu!" insisted James.
"Oh, yeah? Well, if youse have some better plans, I'd like to hear 'em!" retaliated Meowth. Jessie and Jamse looked at each other for a moment before smiling broadly.
"Alright, Meowth," said Jessie in one of her sweeter voices, "you just give us one night and we'll come up with a perfect plan on how to capture Pikachu."
"That's right," added James with a grin too big for his own face. "You just leave everything to us."
Chapter 1
Kenjo looked across the grassy field at his opponent with a smirk. Being only one year into his Pokemon Training, Kenjo was considered a novice in his career but he still had utmost confidence in his Pokemon. Unlike other beginning trainers Kenjo was slow and steady. He liked to stay in different areas for long periods of time so he could learn more about the Pokemon and the people in the area. While most trainers raced through their first year determined to enter the Pokemon League Champion Chips as soon as possible, Kenjo kept to his own pace and only had two badges.
Kenjo had short black hair which was very messy, according to his own style, and he wore a red handkerchief in his hair. His eyes were a rich brown and he had a very charming smile. There were secrets that seemed to travel around with him, secrets that not even his own parents could put their finger on. He had a special aura about him. Or maybe it was the fact that he was very inclined to the Normal-element Pokemon that drew others to him? His clothes were pretty plain: a pair of blue jeans, a black T-shirt, a forest green vest and green-streaked sneakers. Around his left elbow was tied another red handkerchief, identical to the one in his hair. The second hanky held no actual purpose, just a little bit of Kenjo's own style.
Many trainers looked at Kenjo and thought he would be a pushover. Two badges? He was already eleven, so shouldn't he have, at the very least, five? Not to mention coming from a very small-time town like Pallet! Unfortunately for the trainers, they had a lot to learn about Kenjo... a LOT to learn.
"Ponyta, I choose you!" cried his opponent, letting loose her energetic fire horse.
"Then I choose you, Tauros!" yelled Kenjo. Out of his Pokeball, enveloped in quickly dissapating red light, emerged a large, brown body. Thrashing its horned head and stamping its hooves, the Tauros turned to face its opponent without fear. "Tail Whip!" Immediatly, his Tauros began to whip at itself with its own tails, an old trick Tauros use to get themselves psyched up for a battle.
"Ponyta, Take Down!" ordered the opposing Trainer. Her Ponyta ran straight towards the anticipating Tauros. Kenjo waited until the Ponyta could see the whites of his Tauros's eyes before giving his next order. "Tauros, Leer!" His Pokemon's eyes flared red and smoke began to issue from its nostrils in its heat. The Ponyta gave a small whinny and skidded to a stop in its shock. The trainer knew her Pokemon was now left defenseless and open to attack but Kenjo didn't give any other order to his Tauros.
"It's alright, Ponyta! That's just a little mind trick, you don't have to get close to it to attack anyway," smirked the Ponyta's trainer. "Use the Flame Wheel!" The Ponyta's body began to glow red with flames and after just seconds of preparation, it shot off a large wheel of flames straight towards Tauros! Any other Trainer would have thought this to be the end of the Wild Bull Pokemon but Kenjo wasn't any other trainer. Actually, this was just what he'd been waiting for!
"Tauros, Rage!" shouted Kenjo in triumph. The Trainer across the field saw her mistake immediately and knew right then and there that nothing else could be done. The flames enveloped the Tauros, which was now running in its building rage towards the Ponyta. The heat from the flames that covered the Tauros now only added to its attack power two fold, and there was no way the Ponyta could move fast enough to get out of the line of fire.
"Ponyta!" cried the Trainer as she ran to her Pokemon even before it was hit. The Tauros slammed directly into the frail Ponyta's body with a crunch, beating it with only one hit. The flames that covered Tauros died without even being felt by it, due to the large amount of adrenaline in its blood, a large amount that was slowly dissipating as the Tauros pawed the ground restlessly.
The Trainer stroked her Ponyta's neck and whispered reassurances to it as she watched the Tauros with increasing fear. Tauros were known to be extremely hard to train and were still very wild, even after years of captivity. What if this Tauros decided to go on a rampage and its Trainer was unable to stop it? These thought all flashed through the girl's head before she heard Kenjo click his tongue quickly three times and then give two long whistles. The Tauros stopped its restless stomping but it was still breathing hard as it turned towards its trainer. Kenjo chuckled and gave three more quick click of his tongue. The Tauros, with ever-slowing breaths, began to amble back to its trainer. By the time it reached Kenjo, it was docile as a lamb and was allowing him to scratch behind its ears as he whispered how proud he was of it.
Yes, many trainers had a lot to learn about Kenjo.
* * *
"So, what's 'da point of 'dis, again?" asked Meowth as he forced himself to get back down on all fours and sit down in the middle of the deserted dirt path. Jessie and James where hid in the forest just a few feet off from the path.
"You let yourself be 'captured' by some dimwit trainer and then when he's sleeping, you steal the rest of the Pokeballs he has and bring them to us so we have something new to use when we go to catch Pikachu," explained Jessie the um-tillionth time that morning, but it seemed strange to Meowth that she would still not mind having to explain her plan over and over.
"See, Meowth, once we have some stronger Pokemon, we'll be able to steal Pikachu in a real battle instead of using some weird, never-going-to-work plan," giggled James with that untrustworthy grin again. Over all the years he had been part of this team, Meowth had trained himself always to be wary of such a grin, but he wasn't sure why he should be right now. The plan was a simple one, wasn't it? Get caught, steal the Pokemon, get out. Simple, completely simple. But something was still wrong with it. Maybe it was... too simple? Yes, it was too simple. An odd feeling of fear began to gnaw at his mind just then, but Meowth just couldn't quite put his paw on why.
"Just remember, Meowth," said Jessie as she began to slouch down even deeper into the brush to keep hidden, "you have to act like a wild Meowth, not like a talking Meowth."
"Wob buffffff!" agreed her blue, Psychic Pokemon before getting sent back to his Pokeball.
"Hey, Jessie," said James, turning to his best friend, his grin broadening ever so slightly, "I'm getting hungry. How about you?"
"Why, James, I was just thinking the same thing," replied Jessie, grinning back at him. Both Jessie and James stood up and began to walk deeper into the forest, causing the slight gnawing to grow into a sharp scratching at his soul.
"Wahh? Where are ya goin'?" demanded Meowth his face filled with panic.
"We're just going over to the next town," answered Jessie with a grin.
"After you get the Pokemon from the trainer, just head on out here," added James. "It's not too far."
"See ya!" they both yelled before continuing down the road. Meowth looked after them with uncertainty before telling himself to relax. Little did he know that by the time they were out of sight they started into a run.
Of course 'dey'd leave, Meowth thought to himself as he curled himself up, readying himself for a long wait. Who knows how long it'll take for a Trainer ta find his way down 'dis road and decide ta capture me. Plus, I'll have ta wait until tonight before I can steal his Pokemon. It's still pretty early. Had 'dey stayed out here it woulda been a total waste of 'da day. Meowth felt himself becoming more confident in this plan the more he talked to himself. 'Dey also said 'dey were goin' ta get somethin' ta eat. Maybe if 'de Trainer has really good Pokemon, I'll be able ta get somethin' extra special for dinner!
* * *
Kenjo walked down the road with a hum in his throat and a smile in place. He sure loved traveling, especially down roads where there was nothing but the sounds of the wild Pokemon. He breathed in the fresh pine air and felt as exhilarated as he had when he first left Pallet on his Pokemon journey.
It was just Squirtle and I at that time, thought Kenjo with a sigh. How far we've come since then.... Kenjo found himself wandering back to his experiences during his first year of training. He still remembered the feeling he go when he had caught his first Pokemon, when he won his Boulder Badge, when he won his Soul Badge and all the moments in between! How he missed his mother! His father was killed in a shipwreck three months before he had been born, so there was no real tie between him and a fatherly figure. Except for probably Professor Oak. He was both Father and Grandfather. Both Teacher and Friend.
"I'll make you proud, Mom. Both you and the professor!" said Kenjo aloud to himself before breaking into a determined-filled run. He expected to run for at least a few miles before stopping (he had been a great runner even before leaving on his journey) when he saw that something was sitting in his path. He skidded to a stop and stared at the creamy white and tan body that sat in the road.
"It's... a Meowth!" cried the boy, snatching out his Pokedex.
"Meowth, the Scratch Cat Pokemon. Meowth adore round objects. It will wander the streets at night looking for dropped change," stated Kenjo's Pokedex, Edwin (Cager's Note: I figured all Pokedex have names, considering Ash's Pokedex is named Dexter).
"Oh, wow! A wild Meowth!" laughed Kenjo, pulling a Pokeball from his belt. "I'm going to capture it! I choose you, Butterfree!" Bursting forth from the Pokeball came the butterfly-like Pokemon, ready for action.
"Me-owth!" hissed the Pokemon in the road, which, as we all know, is our friend the Meowth of Team Rocket. At this moment, Meowth was fighting with himself over the urge to run and the odd feeling of wariness that filled him about this whole plan. He didn't have much time to dwell on his feelings, though, because Kenjo wasn't about to let this Pokemon get away. He simply adored Normal-element Pokemon!
"Butterfree, Whirlwind!" ordered Kenjo. Flapping its wings madly, the butterfly began to churn up a whirlwind that pulled the Meowth out from under his paws and threw him into the air.
"Now, Tackle!" Completely helpless while he fell, Meowth could only flail out his arms while the Butterfree gave him a mid-air tackle and knocked him up against a nearby tree.
"Now, Sleep Powder!" cried Kenjo and his butterfly-like Pokemon complied without hesitation. Flying closely to the beaten Meowth, the Butterfree released its sleeping spores and they covered Meowth's body. He breathed in the sparkling silver dust and immediately felt a wave of sleepiness fall over him. Everything was quickly going black, much too fast and too black in Meowth's opinion. He had never felt so beat, so tired. He was almost grateful when the unconsciousness began to crowd in. The last thing he remembered was the boy yelling out one more time.
"Pokeball, go!"
* * *
"Well, James, we did it!" cackled Jessie when they claimed a seat at a nearby diner.
"I know! To think, we're finally rid of him!" agreed James. The ordered two chocolate malts while Wobbuffet escaped from his Pokeball, once again, but they let it slip this time. They were much too pleased with themselves to let Wobbuffet ruin it.
"Here's to Meowth's 'lucky' new Trainer," laughed Jessie as she raised her malt glass.
"Here! Here!" chuckled James, raising his own malt to hers. They both giggled as they slurped their malts, both totally unaware that throughout the entire conversation Wobbuffet, who was usually very social and talkative, remained completely silent.
To be continued....