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.
Chapter 13 – Bill
It was still a long way to Saffron and I didn't have any transportation. There was a bike ship in town but you wouldn't believe what that guy charges for a motorcycle, let alone a measly bike! I even toyed with the idea of giving an anonymous tip to the police that it's really a Team Rocket hide out, but since that wouldn't give me any means of transportation I didn't. But still, with those prices! Asshole.
So I decided to hike, much against my dismay. Saffron was a big city so you would think they could have a train station or something, but no, you had to walk the way over. Fucking assholes. I followed the little plaques marking the way down the road when I saw this little sign pointing to a trail. It said "Daycare (soon to be Breeder)". I was curious. I knew what a daycare centre was, that where you leave little kids and stuff (stuff being other little kids) but if I was not mistaking, breeding was that got you little kids and stuff (now this stuff can mean other things than little kids, that's why you always have to use a condom… except when you are trying to get little kids… or stuff, I have no idea how fucked up you are, no offence). Anyway, I followed the trail and arrived at a small cabin with a large yard where a lonely Clefairy pranced around a tree. I knocked on the door and a guy, slightly older than me opened the door.
"Are you here to leave any pokémon?" he asked hopefully.
"Dude, I went through a lot of trouble getting them, I'm not leaving anything."
"I meant so I could take care of them, of course! You'll get them back eventually. What are you, a retard?"
Hey, I suffer from amnesia, okay? Fuck off, how was I supposed to know!
"Oh, sorry, uhm, no, I'm keeping them."
"Never mind," the guy sighed, "ever since that couple of old dweebs opened their daycare centre in Johto, everyone goes there."
"Are they better?"
"No, but they have more room than me, and they breed the pokémon they get, making it very profitable for them."
"That's why the sign says, soon to be breeder." I nodded.
"Yeah, but I don't have an Ditto and since some idiot dropped off his Clefairy here so I can't leave and go catch one."
Opportunity knocked.
"You know what? I'll go catch you a ditto, but it will cost you."
"Figures, what?"
I looked at the guy closely while I thought of my price. Obviously this guy wasn't an idiot like Allan or even Chubby. His blue eyes glared at me with caution while he stroke his blond hair back. He was only slightly smaller than me but something told me this guy would stand his ground if the occasion arose.
"All of the breeding you have to do for me, is free." I said when I had made up my mind.
He tilted his head slightly when he thought about this.
"Deal!"
I sat in a beach chair next to the pond with my pokémon running around, chasing the Clefairy, while Alex, the daycaretaker or whatever he's called, brought me a coke. A Magikarp came up to see what was going on.
"My one and only pokemon." He nodded.
"Dude, that's lame." I grimaced.
"I know, but wanna know what's really lame?" He sat down next to me.
"Smaug, tackle!"
The Magikarp jumped up and tackled the Clefairy. It fell down and started crying.
"Okay, that was fucking lame," I had to agree, "it doesn't belong to a guy called Allan would it?"
"No, but I think the owner has a cousin who's called Allan."
Ah.
"I didn't even know Magikarp had a tackle attack."
"They don't but they learn one after some combat experience."
"That has to be hard."
"It is. It was no problem when this place was still booming. I let it fight with several pokémon and withdrew it so another one could finish the fight. That way it fought and learned."
"And didn't lose." I nodded, I understood his strategy.
"But now," he sighed, "ever since those fucking old people in Johto, my dad left and I've taken over the business, people stopped coming. And if you want to raise pokémon you need at least two, so you can let them fight."
"You let them fight?"
"Sure, fighting is a way of life for them. Survival and all. I don't let them fight like trainers of course, but small fights, skirmishes, actually. But with only my Magikarp I can't provide much variation and that Clefairy's a loser. He hasn't even won a single fight, not even when I ordered Smaug to lose."
"Why do you call him Smaug anyway? I mean, Smaug is a mean dragon and that's, well, an oversized goldfish."
"Because, my friend, a Magikarp evolve into Gyarados and that IS a mean dragon. Okay, he doesn't fly and still lives in the water, but that's as close as you can get to Tolkien's puppy."
"No kidding? I have to get me a Magikarp."
"Magikarp is the most underrated pokémon there is, my friend. Lousy at first, but a heavy hitter if he evolves."
"You mean when he evolves, right?"
"If. A weak pokémon easily kicks the bucket, and a Magikarp is weak. That's why you have to withdraw him from a fight as soon as possible. Only a good trainer can evolve a Magikarp."
Fuck, and I wasn't a trainer. But still, I was gonna try it.
"Where can I get one?"
"If you have a fishing rod, everywhere. If you don't…" He shrugged.
"I don't have a fishing rod and I wouldn't know…" I fell silent just as War kicked my shin, "oh yeah, could you guys get me a Magikarp?"
War and Blaster nodded enthusiastically and grinned.
"A life one?"
They looked at each other and nodded again slowly but quickly faster with even more enthusiasm which made me a bit suspicious.
"Well, at least you could try to get a life one." I sighed.
"So, you're on your way to Saffron?" Alex asked.
"For the moment. I'm gonna go check out the place and then move on to Vermillion to then go to Fushia."
"Long way," he whistled, "by the way, did you check out Bill's house?"
"Bill Masters is a pokémon hotshot, why on earth would he ever see me?"
"He gets a lot of visitors, most of them to check out his collection, and I've heard he's still looking for rare pokémon."
"Okay, maybe I should check him out. You never know I can get a deal there."
"Hey, if you catch some legendary pokémon, drop by first."
"Why?" I asked suspiciously.
"If I have a ditto, I can breed with it, and then have a legendary pokémon," he shrugged, "I could sell it and make a lot of money."
"Well, I have to catch rare pokémon for the pokéleague which they intend to breed with, maybe I can drop your name as breeder so you can be the official pokéleague breeder or something."
"Interesting," Alex thought aloud, "that would be good advertisement and soon those two fossils in Johto will wish they had stayed in retirement. I like it. You're on."
"Well then," I stated as I got up and gathered my pokémon, "I'll return to Cerulean to visit Bill Masters and then go search your ditto. It's somewhere around Fushia, isn't it? Perfect, that's where I intend to end up. I love it when a plan comes together." I grinned and wished I had a cigar.
Okay, this is getting fucking boring, going back and forth all the places I just have been (AN: I have to agree), first from Pallet to Viridian to Pewter to Viridian to Pallet to Viridian to Pallet and now from Cerulean to halfway Saffron and now back to Cerulean, this fucking sucks (AN: I have to agree). It's like my life is being directed by some crazy sadistic motherfucker (AN: I have to agr… HEY! I resent that remark! It may be true, but I still resent it). If I'm doomed to return to all the places I've already been, I'm gonna need some wheels, preferably a motorcycle (AN: I get the hint, I'm working on it). I dropped in at the police station to report I was back in town and that I was heading to the residence of Bill Masters.
When I crossed the bridge I was challenged by some guys I easily defeated. At the end of the bridge there was some guy who wanted to recruit me for Team Rocket. I punched him in the face and he went down. Pussy. I followed the path to this huge villa on the edge of the cliff looking over an overcast sea. Several people were at the railing, looking through some telescope.
"What's going on here?" I asked a tubby guy in a hawaiian shirt with a pair of binoculars that made the telescope look like a monocle.
"This is the site where Bill saw that mysterious pokémon a couple of years ago. He has no idea what pokémon it is and he's dying to find out. And maybe we can catch a glimpse of it."
I looked at the plaque next to the telescope. There was the silhouette of the pokémon Bill saw. I got out my pokédex and started shifting through the pages.
"Hah, you think you can find it that easily?" the tourist laughed, "there are more than 250 different pokémon, there's no way you can tell which one it is."
Of course there was a way, a very easy way. The plaque stated the pokémon was a large creature with wings, so I asked for all flying pokémon and dropped the small ones. It was just a manner of minutes to find it. I grinned at the tourist and turned around to go to Bill's house. I told the man at the information desk that I knew that pokémon Bill had seen and I wanted to tell him.
"Yeah right, you guys try everything to meet the great Bill Masters."
"I'm not just any guy, call professor Oak and ask him to make an appointment with Bill for Tony Hunter."
The clerk hesitated. I sighed, and got out my cellphone. I dialled Oak's number and gave my phone to the clerk. He accepted it and placed it to his ear.
"Hello, this is Oak, Tony? Is that you?"
"Uhm, no, this is the clerk at the information desk of Bill's house, uhm, are you really THE professor Oak?"
"Yes, I am and I'm quite busy for the moment, so please state you business or be gone, you're wasting my time."
"Uhm, this Tony Hunter wants an appointment with Bill…"
"Then give him one, for God's sake."
"Okay."
The clerk gave me back my phone with a shocked look on his face. I grinned as he buzzed me into the private part of the villa. A young man was sitting behind a laptop with several sketches of pokémon that were scattered across the room. He looked up and raised his eyebrows.
"Who are you?"
"Tony Hunter, and I believe I know who your mystery pokémon is you saw outside."
"Really? Please do tell me!" He jumped up and came towards me to guide me to a similar plaque like the one outside. I got out my pokédex and called up the information of Dragonite.
"A Dragonite…" he ran his fingers through his brown curly hair, "I thought that as well, but it wasn't orange, it was some dark colour."
"Well, isn't it possible that it had a different colour? I mean, Dratini and Dragonair are both darkblue pokémon and maybe this was a natural evolution?"
"Hmm, yes, yes," he nodded and ran back to his laptop to type in some things, "it could be, here it is, it is possible that some pokémon who evolve in the wild have different colours since they need these colours for survival, something captured pokémon no longer need. It could be that was a natural evolved Dragonite. Oh, how I like to add it to my collection."
"Uhm, excuse me?"
"Oh, no I couldn't, I collect rare pokémon, but not ones who are one of a kind, I could never capture it, but I would like to know where it is, so I can try to be friends with it."
"Hey, maybe I can help you with the rare pokémon, but that Dragonite, sorry, but I don't really think that's possible."
Bill looked up and stared at me not quite understanding what I meant. I explained to him I was a (beginning) pokémon hunter and I could maybe go out and catch rare pokémon for him, along with the pokémon I had to catch for the league. He slowly started to nod and rushed up to me to shake my hand.
"Yes, yes, if you could do that, I would be a happy man, of course, I will pay you good money for these pokémon, rest assured. I won't let them come to harm."
"You know, I know somebody who could breed them." I mentioned.
"Breed them? No, having one of each kind is enough for me. Can you go out and find some now?"
"Uhm, no, as I told you, I'm just beginning, and I know I still have a long way to go. But as soon as I'm ready for real business, I'll let you know and then you can send me a list of what critters you want."
"Very well, but still, let me thank you for identifying that pokémon for me. What can I give you that would help you in your quest? Money is no object, I have enough thanks to my patents on the pokémon storage system."
My eyes sparkled. No, I couldn't, that would be taking advantage of the man. But still, I figured, it wouldn't hurt to ask…
AN: Well, you got to admit, this isn't much of a cliff hanger, is it? That's why you will also get the next chapter this time (aren't I nice?). Oh, and somewhere in this chapter, there's a hint to a television series from the 80's. The first person who knows what series this is, receives the great honour of getting his name in this story! No, really, I won't just post you name in some AN but really include it in my story. After all, Alan's retarded Pikachu still needs a name.
