Well, only one day after the first chapter was posted, I got some pretty
good reviews, at least by my standards. One I found particularly
interesting….
~ "EWWWWWWWW! That was pretty gruesome. I thought was expecting the character to be unenthusiastic . . . kind of Daria like . . . not eaten." -- EmberBlaze
I laughed my ass off when I saw this one….not at EmberBlaze's expense, I just happened to find it funny. One running theme in this story kiddies, 'Life isn't fair'. The thing that bugged me most about the Pokemon series is how easily everything came for our so-called 'heroes'. In my stories, things are a little tougher to get by with. You won't be seeing any gym-leaders just throwing away badges for a good dead, nosiree.
Anyway, on with the story. Same warning as last time, as well as a disclaimer:
I do not own Pokemon, Pikachu, Ash Ketchum, or any other pokemon- related characters or themes mentioned in these stories, save for any original characters or concepts spawned from the series but not owned by the respective owners of Pokemon. I am but a poor, bitter young writer and have nothing of use to sue me for. ^_~
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Nurse Joy of Ivory City yawned loudly into her open palm as she rested wearily against the main desk of her Pokemon Center. It had been a long, hard day with many patients and one-too-many failures. A few unfortunate trainers left in tears without their beloved pokemon, their heavy hearts laden with the loss of their inhuman friends. It hurt Nurse Joy to think of all the poor people and pokemon who were hurt and dying, but she learned to hide her sadness well from experience. It was better for the unfortunates to have a firm, but comforting person to speak with after finding out of their loss.
Glancing at the clock as it struck the eleventh hour of the evening, Nurse Joy reached over to a small control panel embedded in the main desk's surface. She clicked a button which controlled the locking systems of the Pokemon Center and listened to the mechanical whirr of the guard barrier as it slid into it's place over the front doors, locking the main entrance fully from the outside.
Whhhrr…..krreeeaaaa!
Krreeaaaa? That sound wasn't normally there…..
Her attention drawn by the strange sound, Nurse Joy turned to the front doors. The metal guard door's decent had been halted somehow, being held from closing by a pair of black gloved hands, each glove missing random fingers and exposing the pale skin beneath. The hands, working against the mechanism of the door, lifted it upwards and forced it back into it's original place above the doorway enough for the door's interceptor to be seen.
Nurse Joy could hardly make the young man out from the darkness of night and the dim lights of the settling Pokemon Center. His entire form, save for a few of his fingers and his face, was cloaked in rather nice looking black clothing, making him blend in almost perfectly with the nighttime at his back. He had an intense expression as he continued to hold the automatic guard door up with one hand and open the normal doors with his other. He quickly scooted out from under the guard door and into the Center, the aforementioned guard door slamming shut behind him as it suddenly lacked any objection to it's decent.
"Oh my! I'm so sorry about that! If I had realized that you were outside, I would've kept the doors up for you." Nurse Joy apologized as she remained behind the main desk.
Her hand rested on the handle to a drawer, which contained a small handgun that she kept for personal safety. She did feel sorry for almost locking the young man outside, but she felt wary of his dark image as he dusted off his long coat.
The young man, who had finished fixing his attire, looked up at Joy with a blank yet tired expression. He nodded as a reply to her apology and strolled up to the desk. Nurse Joy unconsciously tightened her grip on the handle to the drawer.
"My fault for coming so late. Are there any rooms left to rent for the night?" The young man asked in a surprisingly gentle tone. At the sound of his voice, Joy's hand loosened and finally slipped from the drawer. There was no way someone with such a meek demeanor could be dangerous.
"Of course, there's always space for the weary trainer. Would you like your pokemon tended to overnight?" Nurse Joy offered.
Nurse Joy turned her attentions to a stand-up board of key rings, each numbered with blue lettering. She picked up a set of keys and held them out to the man, who received them with a grateful expression.
"Thank you, but no. All my pokemon and I need are a good night's sleep. Thank you for your concern and generosity." The man replied as he bowed at the waist to the Nurse. Joy could only smile warmly at the man's back as he left her presence for the back halls of the Center and his room.
"What a nice young man….now I feel ashamed for ever suspecting him. So polite…." Nurse Joy mused as she left for her own room, turning off the main lights on her way out.
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"….Authorities are still puzzled as to the fate of Asuka Kounji, a young pokemon trainer from Goldenrod City. Two days after her disappearance, AR- K9 unit found evidence of a pokemon battle a few miles outside city limits. Authorities have discovered blood samples and property that have been confirmed as belonging to the missing girl, as well as evidence of a reptile Pokemon and footprints of a man, supposedly within young adulthood. Foul play is afoot, according to the local police. Asuka's family is currently in mourning and a memorial will be held at her home within the week." The newscaster looked solemn and personally hurt by the news of Asuka's vanishing. The well-dressed woman turned to face another camera and was suddenly all smiles, as if she had just won the lottery.
"Great news for Eevee lovers!--" She began cheerily.
Any continued report from the woman was cut off as the television's screen went dark. The young, black-dressed man set the remote control down on the night-table next to his bed and sighed heavily.
It had been two weeks since his run in with this Asuka Kounji. He had tried to avoid any and all attention with relative success. In his heart, he felt no remorse for what had happened. The girl had brought her fate upon herself and deserved what she got. It was no skin off of his nose, in any case.
"Chu?" A Raichu asked from his trainer's side on the bed. Unlike normal Raichu, this pokemon lacked the pleasant-plumpness that was a constant trait in Raichu. He was thin and sleek, looking almost feline in it's demeanor as he sat comfortably next to his master. His muddled brown fur was sheen and glossy, the dim light of the desk lamp reflecting a glimmer from his coat. A long, worn-over scar showed beneath the coat; stretching across the mouse's face from above the right eye, arching down his small snout and ending along his left cheek.
The young man looked at his Raichu, a gentle smile coming to his face as he stroked the electric rodent's smooth fur along the spine. The Raichu fell into a fit of contented chittering and laid himself across his trainer's lap, allowing the man's skillful fingers to continue their work. The man sighed at the pokemon sprawled across his legs, suppressing a chuckle as he continued his efforts.
"I spoil you, do you realize that Kyuuden?" the man mumbled.
"Chaaaaa….." Was the oversized mouse's contented reply.
"Yeah yeah, a little more to the left, I know." The man rolled his eyes and patted the mouse's back a few times.
'Kyuuden' slid from his master's lap and promptly darted beneath the covers, snuggling into the warmth of the plush pillows and soft linen. The man followed in suit, pulling the covers up to his neck as he sank into the comfort of the welcoming bed. He reached an arm out, wrapping it around the pokemon's body and pulling him close to his chest, feeling the pokemon snuggle against him and quickly become still.
All thoughts of Asuka gone from his mind, the man and pokemon both drifted off to a content slumber, just as they had countless nights before.
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"Hey you! Goth-boy! You're a pokemon trainer, ain'cha?!" A voice called, sounding particularly annoying to 'Goth-boy'.
The young man looked up from the ground at the boy standing a few yards away from him. On his way with Kyuuden away from the Pokemon Center and in search of a restaurant, the gloomily-dressed man had encountered this younger boy on the road.
"What tipped you off? The Raichu at my side might've been a clue, ne?" The man said in a bothered tone, looking none-too-thrilled with the early morning confrontation. He knew where this was going….
"Alright then, I challenge you to a one-on-one Pokemon Battle!" The boy challenged, his words bringing a sigh from the young man.
"Look, I just woke up and my pokemon and I are hungry….now is not a good time. Why don't you scurry off and go harass some Sentret?" The young man chided as he removed his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose.
"Oh, I get it. You're chicken! I suppose you're just too scared to face my overwhelming prowess as a trainer….I understand, it's only natural to be afraid of going against a trainer of my mettle." The boy grinned as he puffed his chest out, further accenting the five Gym Badges pinned to his vest.
"Okay, fine. Your overwhelming prowess has successfully whelmed me. You may go now, Oh Great One." The young man said dismissively, secretly enjoying the look of frustration on the boy's face as his egging failed.
The boy steamed for a moment at the condescending tone of the older teen, his face flushing red with anger. How dare this over-dressed dork speak to him like that! He was talking to a professional trainer of a high standard! The boy had not met many who were better than he was and he seriously doubted that this darkly-garbed man fell under the category of 'Superior'. After all, he didn't defeat five Gym Leaders by being a weakling. Perhaps the man didn't see his badges….he was wearing those dorky looking glasses after all……
"I don't think you understand who you're talking to here. I'm Shinji Hanamoto, Professional Gym-Destroyer! I've already defeated five Gyms and have their badges as proof! Still think so little of me?" Shinji bragged as he puffed his chest out even more and moved closer for the young man to see the glimmer of his well-polished badges.
The young man sighed and glanced over the badges on the boy's shirt. All from low-level gyms like Cerulean, Cyan, and Teal. Any trainer worth his salt could annihilate these gyms with the correct variation of pokemon types and very little effort. Still, the boy must have had some credibility in any case. However, if that was the way he wanted to play it…..
The man reached into his coat pocket, his hand grasping a long wooden box, about the size of the average pencil holder. In the last few years, Gyms had been popping up more frequently than in the past, making for a total of fifty-two certified Gyms total. Contained inside the roughly made box clasped in the man's gloved hand were thirty-five different badges, each earned with effort and dedication to their cause, making them very precious to the man. Before he could expose his treasures and put the boy in his place, he was interrupted by yet another person intruding upon his space.
"Hold on just a second there, this is a mismatch!" A decidedly female voice shouted.
Both trainers looked up from their confrontation to a teenaged girl jogging towards them. She was a rather pretty young lady, long green hair accenting her presence greatly. She was dressed in a simple red t-shirt, overlapped by the shoulder straps of a pair of blue denim overalls. A leather belt hung loosely from her hips, four shrunk pokeballs jangling as she ran. Puberty had obviously been quite generous to the girl as her figure suggested. She was just as tall as the black-dressed man and lightly muscled, as if she were used to being very active. She had a slender figure with well-rounded hips and a rather pronounced bust that gained their appreciation of both male trainers as she arrived to them.
"This man is no amateur trainer kid. If I can recognize the face, weren't you in the preliminaries for the Johto League last year?" The girl questioned as she cast the young man a sideways glance, her green eyes glimmering. With the man's cough as a reply, the girl clapped her hands and smiled triumphantly.
"I knew it! Such a severe expression is hard to forget. Was it true that you punched out one of the interviewers after you lost the match?"
"Hey, he had it coming!"
"I knew it! You should learn how to lighten up a little…you look like you're going to die of an ulcer any moment now."
"I do not! Geez, where do you get off telling a complete stranger how to act…."
The younger trainer, in the meantime, was not pleased with being ignored. However, he decided to beat a hasty retreat while the elder trainers were trading comments. If that man really was in the Johto Preliminaries, then it might be a good decision to scoot on out of there. Discresion was the better part of valor, after all.
Immediately noticing his opponent's retreat, the man sighed a little in relief. One less problem to deal with this morning, though the girl promised to be harder to rid himself of. Especially since Kyuuden had given the girl his full attention, so to speak.
"W..w..why is your Raichu groping me?"
"Damnit Kyuuden! And he wonders why I never let him out around any of the Joy nurses….." the man cursed as he snagged his hands around Kyuuden's body and tried to physically remove him from the girl's chest. As soon as the man had turned his attention away from the girl, Kyuuden had taken the opportunity to leap onto the girl in a friendly hug, copping quite a few feels along the way.
The combined efforts of both trainers to remove the Raichu from the girl's chest proved in vain. Kyuuden had a firm grip on the girl as well as his long tail wrapped several times around her waist. The man grumbled in extreme embarrassment as he finally drew out a pokeball, which had been painted black and scripted in white ink with Kyuuden's name written in tidy- looking kanji. With a flash of light, the amorous pokemon vanished away into the ball, though rather unwillingly.
With the Raichu finally contained, the man sighed and placed the ball in his pocket. Removing his glasses again to rub the bridge of his nose, he looked back up at the girl to apologize for his pokemon's behavior. He was, however, greeted with the sight of an angry girl and a rapidly advancing….
WHAM!
The man staggered backwards, clutching his jaw in his hands. The girl had punched him very, very hard square in the face, an action that made his teeth rattle and his head snap back. He growled and moved his jaw around sorely, checking with his tongue to make sure the girl hadn't knocked any of his teeth loose.
"What kind of things do you teach your pokemon!? They learn from example you know! The girl shouted angrily as she advancing for another strike.
"What do you take me for, a pervert? I don't know why, but Kyuuden always glomps anything female and pretty as soon as I turn my head for a second. At first I thought he was just social…." The man excused as he backed up, his hands out in front of him innocently.
Apparently, the girl didn't buy this excuse and was still intent on beating the man for his pokemon's offense. She threw another punch at the man's face, leaning her weight behind the attack to give it more force. Suddenly, her arm twisted painfully and her world was topsy-turvy. She impacted dully with the ground, looking stunned for a few moments as she tried to figure out what just happened. Slowly, she sat up from her prone position on the ground, looking up at the man with an expression of shock and anger.
"You threw me! How dare you even think about…."
"You hit me in the face! You were going to do it again and that's something I don't enjoy. You can hardly blame me for defending myself."
"You're not supposed to fight girls, it's against the rules!"
"What, you expect me to just stand around and let you beat the tar out of me?"
"Yes!"
"….."
The man sighed heavily and dropped his hands to his sides, then slipped them into his coat pockets. He turned away from the still-grounded girl and started back down the dirt road leading away from the Pokemon Center. As his coat flared dramatically on the breeze, the girl got to her knees and called after the man.
"Where do you think you're going, we're not done yet!" the girl yelled at the man's back.
"Yes, we are. I don't have the energy nor the desire to get in a pointless fight with you.
Besides, I've got a lot of ground to cover before nightfall." The man replied as he continued.
The girl scowled as she watched the man continue to walk away. There was no way she was going to let him go scot-free with something like this hanging over his head. She would have no trouble getting a suitable revenge on him sooner or later. However, something bugged her about him. When she finally realized what she was missing, the man had almost vanished all the way down the road.
"My name is Nozomi Iziuma! You'd better remember it for when we meet again!" Nozomi called after the man.
The man halted, briefly looking over his shoulder at the girl. He pushed his glasses up higher onto the bridge of his nose.
"I'm Karuta! And for the sake of your modesty, let's hope we don't meet again!"
And with that, Karuta turned into the woods and vanished away from Nozomi's view, leaving her only to fume and pick herself up from the ground.
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Same deal as last time folks, give me reviews to see the next part. Hey, our 'hero' finally has a name….happy day.
~ "EWWWWWWWW! That was pretty gruesome. I thought was expecting the character to be unenthusiastic . . . kind of Daria like . . . not eaten." -- EmberBlaze
I laughed my ass off when I saw this one….not at EmberBlaze's expense, I just happened to find it funny. One running theme in this story kiddies, 'Life isn't fair'. The thing that bugged me most about the Pokemon series is how easily everything came for our so-called 'heroes'. In my stories, things are a little tougher to get by with. You won't be seeing any gym-leaders just throwing away badges for a good dead, nosiree.
Anyway, on with the story. Same warning as last time, as well as a disclaimer:
I do not own Pokemon, Pikachu, Ash Ketchum, or any other pokemon- related characters or themes mentioned in these stories, save for any original characters or concepts spawned from the series but not owned by the respective owners of Pokemon. I am but a poor, bitter young writer and have nothing of use to sue me for. ^_~
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Nurse Joy of Ivory City yawned loudly into her open palm as she rested wearily against the main desk of her Pokemon Center. It had been a long, hard day with many patients and one-too-many failures. A few unfortunate trainers left in tears without their beloved pokemon, their heavy hearts laden with the loss of their inhuman friends. It hurt Nurse Joy to think of all the poor people and pokemon who were hurt and dying, but she learned to hide her sadness well from experience. It was better for the unfortunates to have a firm, but comforting person to speak with after finding out of their loss.
Glancing at the clock as it struck the eleventh hour of the evening, Nurse Joy reached over to a small control panel embedded in the main desk's surface. She clicked a button which controlled the locking systems of the Pokemon Center and listened to the mechanical whirr of the guard barrier as it slid into it's place over the front doors, locking the main entrance fully from the outside.
Whhhrr…..krreeeaaaa!
Krreeaaaa? That sound wasn't normally there…..
Her attention drawn by the strange sound, Nurse Joy turned to the front doors. The metal guard door's decent had been halted somehow, being held from closing by a pair of black gloved hands, each glove missing random fingers and exposing the pale skin beneath. The hands, working against the mechanism of the door, lifted it upwards and forced it back into it's original place above the doorway enough for the door's interceptor to be seen.
Nurse Joy could hardly make the young man out from the darkness of night and the dim lights of the settling Pokemon Center. His entire form, save for a few of his fingers and his face, was cloaked in rather nice looking black clothing, making him blend in almost perfectly with the nighttime at his back. He had an intense expression as he continued to hold the automatic guard door up with one hand and open the normal doors with his other. He quickly scooted out from under the guard door and into the Center, the aforementioned guard door slamming shut behind him as it suddenly lacked any objection to it's decent.
"Oh my! I'm so sorry about that! If I had realized that you were outside, I would've kept the doors up for you." Nurse Joy apologized as she remained behind the main desk.
Her hand rested on the handle to a drawer, which contained a small handgun that she kept for personal safety. She did feel sorry for almost locking the young man outside, but she felt wary of his dark image as he dusted off his long coat.
The young man, who had finished fixing his attire, looked up at Joy with a blank yet tired expression. He nodded as a reply to her apology and strolled up to the desk. Nurse Joy unconsciously tightened her grip on the handle to the drawer.
"My fault for coming so late. Are there any rooms left to rent for the night?" The young man asked in a surprisingly gentle tone. At the sound of his voice, Joy's hand loosened and finally slipped from the drawer. There was no way someone with such a meek demeanor could be dangerous.
"Of course, there's always space for the weary trainer. Would you like your pokemon tended to overnight?" Nurse Joy offered.
Nurse Joy turned her attentions to a stand-up board of key rings, each numbered with blue lettering. She picked up a set of keys and held them out to the man, who received them with a grateful expression.
"Thank you, but no. All my pokemon and I need are a good night's sleep. Thank you for your concern and generosity." The man replied as he bowed at the waist to the Nurse. Joy could only smile warmly at the man's back as he left her presence for the back halls of the Center and his room.
"What a nice young man….now I feel ashamed for ever suspecting him. So polite…." Nurse Joy mused as she left for her own room, turning off the main lights on her way out.
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"….Authorities are still puzzled as to the fate of Asuka Kounji, a young pokemon trainer from Goldenrod City. Two days after her disappearance, AR- K9 unit found evidence of a pokemon battle a few miles outside city limits. Authorities have discovered blood samples and property that have been confirmed as belonging to the missing girl, as well as evidence of a reptile Pokemon and footprints of a man, supposedly within young adulthood. Foul play is afoot, according to the local police. Asuka's family is currently in mourning and a memorial will be held at her home within the week." The newscaster looked solemn and personally hurt by the news of Asuka's vanishing. The well-dressed woman turned to face another camera and was suddenly all smiles, as if she had just won the lottery.
"Great news for Eevee lovers!--" She began cheerily.
Any continued report from the woman was cut off as the television's screen went dark. The young, black-dressed man set the remote control down on the night-table next to his bed and sighed heavily.
It had been two weeks since his run in with this Asuka Kounji. He had tried to avoid any and all attention with relative success. In his heart, he felt no remorse for what had happened. The girl had brought her fate upon herself and deserved what she got. It was no skin off of his nose, in any case.
"Chu?" A Raichu asked from his trainer's side on the bed. Unlike normal Raichu, this pokemon lacked the pleasant-plumpness that was a constant trait in Raichu. He was thin and sleek, looking almost feline in it's demeanor as he sat comfortably next to his master. His muddled brown fur was sheen and glossy, the dim light of the desk lamp reflecting a glimmer from his coat. A long, worn-over scar showed beneath the coat; stretching across the mouse's face from above the right eye, arching down his small snout and ending along his left cheek.
The young man looked at his Raichu, a gentle smile coming to his face as he stroked the electric rodent's smooth fur along the spine. The Raichu fell into a fit of contented chittering and laid himself across his trainer's lap, allowing the man's skillful fingers to continue their work. The man sighed at the pokemon sprawled across his legs, suppressing a chuckle as he continued his efforts.
"I spoil you, do you realize that Kyuuden?" the man mumbled.
"Chaaaaa….." Was the oversized mouse's contented reply.
"Yeah yeah, a little more to the left, I know." The man rolled his eyes and patted the mouse's back a few times.
'Kyuuden' slid from his master's lap and promptly darted beneath the covers, snuggling into the warmth of the plush pillows and soft linen. The man followed in suit, pulling the covers up to his neck as he sank into the comfort of the welcoming bed. He reached an arm out, wrapping it around the pokemon's body and pulling him close to his chest, feeling the pokemon snuggle against him and quickly become still.
All thoughts of Asuka gone from his mind, the man and pokemon both drifted off to a content slumber, just as they had countless nights before.
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"Hey you! Goth-boy! You're a pokemon trainer, ain'cha?!" A voice called, sounding particularly annoying to 'Goth-boy'.
The young man looked up from the ground at the boy standing a few yards away from him. On his way with Kyuuden away from the Pokemon Center and in search of a restaurant, the gloomily-dressed man had encountered this younger boy on the road.
"What tipped you off? The Raichu at my side might've been a clue, ne?" The man said in a bothered tone, looking none-too-thrilled with the early morning confrontation. He knew where this was going….
"Alright then, I challenge you to a one-on-one Pokemon Battle!" The boy challenged, his words bringing a sigh from the young man.
"Look, I just woke up and my pokemon and I are hungry….now is not a good time. Why don't you scurry off and go harass some Sentret?" The young man chided as he removed his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose.
"Oh, I get it. You're chicken! I suppose you're just too scared to face my overwhelming prowess as a trainer….I understand, it's only natural to be afraid of going against a trainer of my mettle." The boy grinned as he puffed his chest out, further accenting the five Gym Badges pinned to his vest.
"Okay, fine. Your overwhelming prowess has successfully whelmed me. You may go now, Oh Great One." The young man said dismissively, secretly enjoying the look of frustration on the boy's face as his egging failed.
The boy steamed for a moment at the condescending tone of the older teen, his face flushing red with anger. How dare this over-dressed dork speak to him like that! He was talking to a professional trainer of a high standard! The boy had not met many who were better than he was and he seriously doubted that this darkly-garbed man fell under the category of 'Superior'. After all, he didn't defeat five Gym Leaders by being a weakling. Perhaps the man didn't see his badges….he was wearing those dorky looking glasses after all……
"I don't think you understand who you're talking to here. I'm Shinji Hanamoto, Professional Gym-Destroyer! I've already defeated five Gyms and have their badges as proof! Still think so little of me?" Shinji bragged as he puffed his chest out even more and moved closer for the young man to see the glimmer of his well-polished badges.
The young man sighed and glanced over the badges on the boy's shirt. All from low-level gyms like Cerulean, Cyan, and Teal. Any trainer worth his salt could annihilate these gyms with the correct variation of pokemon types and very little effort. Still, the boy must have had some credibility in any case. However, if that was the way he wanted to play it…..
The man reached into his coat pocket, his hand grasping a long wooden box, about the size of the average pencil holder. In the last few years, Gyms had been popping up more frequently than in the past, making for a total of fifty-two certified Gyms total. Contained inside the roughly made box clasped in the man's gloved hand were thirty-five different badges, each earned with effort and dedication to their cause, making them very precious to the man. Before he could expose his treasures and put the boy in his place, he was interrupted by yet another person intruding upon his space.
"Hold on just a second there, this is a mismatch!" A decidedly female voice shouted.
Both trainers looked up from their confrontation to a teenaged girl jogging towards them. She was a rather pretty young lady, long green hair accenting her presence greatly. She was dressed in a simple red t-shirt, overlapped by the shoulder straps of a pair of blue denim overalls. A leather belt hung loosely from her hips, four shrunk pokeballs jangling as she ran. Puberty had obviously been quite generous to the girl as her figure suggested. She was just as tall as the black-dressed man and lightly muscled, as if she were used to being very active. She had a slender figure with well-rounded hips and a rather pronounced bust that gained their appreciation of both male trainers as she arrived to them.
"This man is no amateur trainer kid. If I can recognize the face, weren't you in the preliminaries for the Johto League last year?" The girl questioned as she cast the young man a sideways glance, her green eyes glimmering. With the man's cough as a reply, the girl clapped her hands and smiled triumphantly.
"I knew it! Such a severe expression is hard to forget. Was it true that you punched out one of the interviewers after you lost the match?"
"Hey, he had it coming!"
"I knew it! You should learn how to lighten up a little…you look like you're going to die of an ulcer any moment now."
"I do not! Geez, where do you get off telling a complete stranger how to act…."
The younger trainer, in the meantime, was not pleased with being ignored. However, he decided to beat a hasty retreat while the elder trainers were trading comments. If that man really was in the Johto Preliminaries, then it might be a good decision to scoot on out of there. Discresion was the better part of valor, after all.
Immediately noticing his opponent's retreat, the man sighed a little in relief. One less problem to deal with this morning, though the girl promised to be harder to rid himself of. Especially since Kyuuden had given the girl his full attention, so to speak.
"W..w..why is your Raichu groping me?"
"Damnit Kyuuden! And he wonders why I never let him out around any of the Joy nurses….." the man cursed as he snagged his hands around Kyuuden's body and tried to physically remove him from the girl's chest. As soon as the man had turned his attention away from the girl, Kyuuden had taken the opportunity to leap onto the girl in a friendly hug, copping quite a few feels along the way.
The combined efforts of both trainers to remove the Raichu from the girl's chest proved in vain. Kyuuden had a firm grip on the girl as well as his long tail wrapped several times around her waist. The man grumbled in extreme embarrassment as he finally drew out a pokeball, which had been painted black and scripted in white ink with Kyuuden's name written in tidy- looking kanji. With a flash of light, the amorous pokemon vanished away into the ball, though rather unwillingly.
With the Raichu finally contained, the man sighed and placed the ball in his pocket. Removing his glasses again to rub the bridge of his nose, he looked back up at the girl to apologize for his pokemon's behavior. He was, however, greeted with the sight of an angry girl and a rapidly advancing….
WHAM!
The man staggered backwards, clutching his jaw in his hands. The girl had punched him very, very hard square in the face, an action that made his teeth rattle and his head snap back. He growled and moved his jaw around sorely, checking with his tongue to make sure the girl hadn't knocked any of his teeth loose.
"What kind of things do you teach your pokemon!? They learn from example you know! The girl shouted angrily as she advancing for another strike.
"What do you take me for, a pervert? I don't know why, but Kyuuden always glomps anything female and pretty as soon as I turn my head for a second. At first I thought he was just social…." The man excused as he backed up, his hands out in front of him innocently.
Apparently, the girl didn't buy this excuse and was still intent on beating the man for his pokemon's offense. She threw another punch at the man's face, leaning her weight behind the attack to give it more force. Suddenly, her arm twisted painfully and her world was topsy-turvy. She impacted dully with the ground, looking stunned for a few moments as she tried to figure out what just happened. Slowly, she sat up from her prone position on the ground, looking up at the man with an expression of shock and anger.
"You threw me! How dare you even think about…."
"You hit me in the face! You were going to do it again and that's something I don't enjoy. You can hardly blame me for defending myself."
"You're not supposed to fight girls, it's against the rules!"
"What, you expect me to just stand around and let you beat the tar out of me?"
"Yes!"
"….."
The man sighed heavily and dropped his hands to his sides, then slipped them into his coat pockets. He turned away from the still-grounded girl and started back down the dirt road leading away from the Pokemon Center. As his coat flared dramatically on the breeze, the girl got to her knees and called after the man.
"Where do you think you're going, we're not done yet!" the girl yelled at the man's back.
"Yes, we are. I don't have the energy nor the desire to get in a pointless fight with you.
Besides, I've got a lot of ground to cover before nightfall." The man replied as he continued.
The girl scowled as she watched the man continue to walk away. There was no way she was going to let him go scot-free with something like this hanging over his head. She would have no trouble getting a suitable revenge on him sooner or later. However, something bugged her about him. When she finally realized what she was missing, the man had almost vanished all the way down the road.
"My name is Nozomi Iziuma! You'd better remember it for when we meet again!" Nozomi called after the man.
The man halted, briefly looking over his shoulder at the girl. He pushed his glasses up higher onto the bridge of his nose.
"I'm Karuta! And for the sake of your modesty, let's hope we don't meet again!"
And with that, Karuta turned into the woods and vanished away from Nozomi's view, leaving her only to fume and pick herself up from the ground.
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Same deal as last time folks, give me reviews to see the next part. Hey, our 'hero' finally has a name….happy day.