Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon. Nintendo does. This story isn't written to make profit, or even to get attention from girls. It is simply written for entertainment and to keep myself busy. The main characters are mine however (except for professor Oak and some Jenny's and Joy's) and I would appreciate it if you wouldn't use it without my approval.
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Chapter 9 – Getting Jiggly with it
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When I stopped at the police station to tell them I was leaving, I learned officer Jenny had gone up to Mount Moon. Well, at least I was to see a pretty face there. When I was about to leave Pewter some weird guy came to me.
"Hey, you got a Vileplume by any chance?" he asked, "or a Gloom, that's okay too. I can get the sunstone later."
I looked at him, he pushed his long lightbrown hair back and looked kinda dodgy. His shirt had seen better times and probably even better owners. The word 'stoner' came to mind.
"Sorry dude, can't help you." And even if I could, something told me I better didn't.
"Oh, I thought, well, if you can get one…" he grinned, "I'm sure you know how to get one."
He turned around as he laughed at something that was apparently funny, but I didn't get the joke. Why was he sure I could get a Gloom? He also had had a look in his eye that suggested he knew me, or at least knew someone that looked like me. I could have gone after him to find out, but I wasn't sure if I would like the answer.
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The road to Mount Moon was full of trainers and I liked it that way. You might have guessed I'm not really a people person, but I enjoyed the battles (and none of those guys clung to me). I could feel Flutter was on the verge of evolving but he remained in his pod. Oh well, then not. He had to crawl out of his shell one day and grow open, heh, get it? Crawl out of his shell and grow o…? Never mind. Anyway. The last girl I fought tried to deck me with a Jigglypuff. A Jigglypuff of all pokémon. Puh-lease. Sabretooth kicked his ass easily, with a lot of luck… Fucking lullaby…
"Come on guys, I mean, what was up with that?"
Flutter, Blaster, War, Sparrow and Weasel were sitting quietly (and still drowsy) before me. Sabretooth was gloating of course.
"It's obvious we have to train on speed so this doesn't happen again," I glanced at the Rattata, "and also precision," he suddenly dropped his head low, "no more misses, not giving the opponent a chance. Striking hard and ruthless," somehow I didn't like how that sounded, "I mean as hard and ruthless as we are allowed."
I looked around at my pokémon who all stood there, giving me their full attention. I suddenly felt the need for a name. You know, a nickname for a platoon or something, like the Dirty Dozen (not the rap formation, of course, but the platoon from the movie with the same name) but first of all, I could only carry six and not twelve, and the Dirty Dozen all died in the movie one by one (why can't the rap formation do the same, but this on a side note), and I intended to keep them as long as possible. How about… Hunter's Hunters, which sounded completely ridiculous.
A sound made me look up and I saw a Jigglypuff come out of the bushes, humming a song. I believe the glint in my eye was the same as the one in my pokémon's eye (except for Flutter since a Metapod doesn't really have eyes, at least not on the outside).
"Well boys, go get him." I grinned.
Could you believe the little motherfucker dodged everything they threw at him? He jumped up to avoid a tackle of Weasel and landed in front of me and held his front paw up high. Slowly he raised one of his fingers. That little bastard just flipped me the bird! As he dodged Sabretooth's attack I threw a pokéball at him. It closed and immediately broke right open while the activation button flashed green. That meant the pokémon was already registered as caught (I never understood why the button flashed red for go and green for not… go… well, you know what I mean). Fuck, and I promised to stay out of trouble. Now that he had made it clear I couldn't catch him the Jigglypuff started to taunt me even more. That's where I drew the line.
"Okay, you're too strong and fast for my pokémon," I called back my pokémon, "congratulations," he stood right in front of me, grinning, knowing he had won, "but I wonder, are you too strong and fast for me?"
He had just the time to look puzzled when my boot hit him right between the eyes and sent him flying. He touched down a few meters away and stayed there. I stretched my arm and especially my middle finger before I picked him up and carried him to the pokécentre at the bottom of Mount Moon.
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I opened the door and looked straight in the face of officer Jenny.
"I didn't know he wasn't a wild pokémon." I said instinctively.
"Huh?"
I held up the still unconscious Jigglypuff. She looked blankly at it and then narrowed her eyes.
"Is that a boot imprint?"
"Uhm…"
"My Jigglypuff!" our attention were drawn away from the imprint and looked at some old geezer coming from the other side of the pokécentre.
"This yours?" I asked.
"It is, thank you for finding it." The man was ecstatic.
"He's a good fighter." I said.
"Oh, he's not trained to fight but to entertain, but Lawrence here is a bit rebellious, isn't he?" He shook the pokémon gently and that woke him up. Lawrence saw where he was and tried to get away but he couldn't escape the iron grip of the old man.
"Maybe I can find you a Jigglypuff that's a bit more…" I was looking for the right word, "commercial? Maybe we could trade?"
"Oh, would you? That's very nice of you." He said with a large smile.
Now I had to catch a Jigglypuff and I knew just the bait.
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I put the radio on speaker and hit the play button. Soon a hideous sound spread across the grassy areas at the foot of Mount Moon with a little crackling.
"Hit me baby one more time…"
Blaster kicked me.
"I know dude, but it's obvious that guy wants a Jigglypuff that's commercial and I don't mean the Eminem way, but, unfortunately, Britney Spears, Lipsync and other gay bands."
I said it, but I didn't like it. Neither did Blaster and he wasn't the only one. Flutter came out of his pokéball and lied there in front of me. I had heard pokémon could do that, spontaneously leave their pokéball, but most of the time they had a reason for it, so why… huh? Slowly the shell of the Metapod started to crack and a Butterfree came out into the sunlight, spreading his wet wings. I had no idea why he evolved now, since I hadn't let him fight since we had left the centre. Maybe it was a slow reaction or something. He flapped his wings to check if they were dry enough and flew up against my radio. Or maybe he was also tired of Britney. Hi, I'm Tony, my pokémon don't evolve to get stronger, they evolve so they can complain about the music. Anyway, the radio fell and went silent. As I picked it up I heard a soft voice singing.
"Hit me baby one more time…"
That was no radio. That was a Jigglypuff. Not many people know the full potential of a Jigglypuff. It is valued by trainers because of its soothing melody it sings to lull pokémon to sleep, but it is a little known fact that Jigglypuff are actually mimickers. They can mimic sounds they hear and they especially appreciate music. Let them listen to a song long enough and they will sing the words. And this one was pretty fast. When my gang jumped him (I really had to name them, Hunter's League or something) it didn't know what hit it. I caught it with ease and fifteen minutes later I was in the possession of Lawrence. Or so I thought.
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I had just caught the Jigglypuff when my cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Tony? This is professor Oak. I have some disturbing news for you."
"What is it?"
"Some men just came at my door, with a picture of you, asking me if I have seen you."
"A picture? What did you say?"
"That I didn't know you."
"What? Why?"
"I don't know, there was something about them I didn't like. I think they were of Team Rocket."
"What? What business does Team Rocket have with me?"
"I have no idea, but they seem to be looking for you, if of course they were Team Rocket."
"Thanks, I'll keep my eyes open. And if it was Team Rocket, you better watch yourself also."
"I will. How are you doing?"
"Fine, I just caught a Jigglypuff to exchange and I'm ready to enter Mount Moon. So what did that picture look like."
"I think it was taken in Fushia in the Safari Park, but I'm not sure."
"I'll check out Fushia then. Thanks for the warning."
"You're welcome, please call me when you arrive in Cerulean."
"I will, goodbye."
I hung up the phone with a bad feeling. Why was Team Rocket looking for me, and why didn't that really surprise me? Was I that important or did I just have a big ego? I had no idea. But best is to be careful, either way Team Rocket was dangerous. But I could handle myself, I survived a shipwreck and stranded on a deserted island and I kept my cool. Even when I faced stronger foes like that pokémon master. I only lost my cool when I faced that wounded Pikachu. I don't know why, but I definitely lost it then. Maybe that's one of the reasons why I'm a bit reluctant to discover my past. Maybe I won't like the man I see in the mirror, especially if that man has my face.
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I pushed the door of the pokécentre open, looking for that old geezer when I saw officer Jenny standing there. Apparently, she still had business there in the middle of nowhere, so I decided to say hey.
"Still here?"
She looked up from her notebook and smiled when she saw me.
"Unfortunately, yes." She sighed.
"What's the matter?"
"A couple of years ago Team Rocket tried to start a criminal organisation using pokémon, and one of their schemes was to obtain some fossils from Mount Moon. Thanks to a boy from Pallet town they only could take one, and we even were able to get that one back when we raided one of their hide outs in Veridian. But now it seems they are back and for some reason they are inside Mount Moon, we think it's for the same thing again."
"No problem, I can deal with them."
"Forget it, they all have pokémon from level 30 and more. You're no match for them."
If that was true, I wasn't. All my boys were fifteen at most. If I tried to go one on one, I would croak. So…
"Then I'll make sure they won't spot me."
"No, no one goes in or out Mount Moon until the SWAT gets here."
Fuck.
"So, what else does Team Rocket do? Or do they only steal fossils?" Hey, if I had something to do with Team Rocket, I might get as much information as possible.
"They're in all sort of criminal activities, from theft, of pokémon and other valuable items, to smuggling of rare pokémon and even narcotics."
"Narcotics? That doesn't sound very pokémon…y." Is that a word? I think so, but…
"They use certain grass pokémon, especially a Vileplume."
"Hey, there was this kid that asked if I had a Vileplume."
"What? Where?" she nearly dropped her notebook.
"In Pewter," I answered and… fuck, that guy must have thought I was a dealer! Do I fucking look like a dealer? Fuck this shit man, I should kick his ass, "light brown hair, shoulderlength, kinda pale, average height, uhm…"
"I think I know who you mean. I'll quickly send in…" she took her walkie-talkie but saw the batteries were dead, "fuck, I took the wrong one, and of course the phone is out of order here."
"I have a cell phone." I tried to help.
"There's no reception this close to Mount Moon, I'll have to go back to Pewter myself," she ran towards the door, getting the keys of her motorcycle out, "oh, and Tony? Stay here."
Of course, I still had to trade that Jigglypuff.
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A bit later I was walking out with Lawrence. There was a guy in Lavender Town that could change your pokémon's names so that was someone I had to see. Lawrence was tripling a bit before me and somehow, with absolutely no part of my own (honest), a small rock jumped away from under my foot and hit Lawrence which made him turn left, where coincidently the entrance to Mount Moon was. He turned around to shout at me, but a quick nod of my head made him silent and go on in his new path. As he walked towards the entrance he glanced back, looking if he had to do this, and I quickly nodded and urged him on. He quickly ran towards the cop in front of the cave, jumped passed him and disappeared in the darkness.
"Hey, come back!" I shouted and quickly motioned him back with my hand, hoping the cop wouldn't see it, because he really was coming back.
He quickly disappeared in the darkness again and left me standing outside next to the cop.
"Oh man, and I just got him." I whined.
"New pokémon?" the cop asked.
"Yeah, I traded him 'bout five minutes ago."
"Oh, traded pokémon huh?" Looks like the cop was a pokémon master, "always be careful with traded pokémon, since they don't always listen. Catch yer own, that's what I always say. So did my father by the way, he taught me that, to always catch yer own."
Yep, real pokémon master.
"Can I go get him, officer? I mean, I really want him, and I spend hours trying to catch the pokémon I needed to get him."
"Wow, really?"
"Yeah, that's how much I wanted that one." I think I even pouted at this moment.
"Hm, okay, go inside and get him, but quickly. You're not supposed to be in there. And next time catch yer own, okay?"
I nodded, and ran inside. Faze one of my plan was complete, now faze two, not getting killed by Team Rocket.
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AN: Sorry for the short delay, but I've been busy (and unfortunately not with my stories). And just when I think my life can't get any worse, I find out fanfiction won't allow my " ! " anymore for deviding my paragraphs (or the abreviation "F F. net" by the way). I mean, now it's just ! and that's just doesn't look the same!
Oh well, we'll live.
