Pokemaniac Hanni; You're right, I should have remembered the 'healing
powers' stuff. *hangs head*. I will next time. Thanks!!!
TopazSoarhire; Studying what? How to Sue 101?
ImagineThat; Don't worry. I have my plots. Muahaha.
Vulpix Dark Flame; Yay! I've been glomped! I've never been glomped before! *squeals* Yeah, Vulpix is my favourite Pokemon right after Espeon and Mew. Ickle kitty-catses....
And here's the eighth chapter (I only meant it to be ten! What happened?), with thanks to my beta-reader Daisy. If I was rich, I would buy you a Hawaiian island. But since I'm not, you'll just have to settle for my eternal gratitude and lots of imaginary cookies.
Later that day, (twenty-two minutes and thirty-seven seconds later to be precise) the Twerp Team -minus Misty- was wandering down one of the Gym's many winding passages, looking for the Gym Leader. Pikachu was still huddled in Ash's jacket, quaking. Brock had released Vulpix, who now trotted alongside them with a disgruntled expression on her face. The reason for this was the new 'ethereal light' that shone from Vulpix's blue eyes, basically turning her into a walking torch. And the fact that Vulpix had always had brown eyes didn't seem to have occurred to anyone except Brock; once or twice Pikachu spotted him looking down at the fox Pokemon with a mildly bemused expression, but then Celandine turned back and waved at him and the familiar glassy expression slid over his face. Stupid Sue. Pikachu had been a well-brought-up young Pikachu and his mother had always taught him not to swear - not even 'drat'- but Celandine was sending him dangerously close to it.
A moment later the trio had walked out into a large, surprisingly nondescript hall. The walls were grey, the floor was grey, even the people standing in it looked rather grey. A tall fat man in a ninja outfit stepped forwards.
"I am Koga, the Leader of this Gym. I use poison type - cor, is that boy pregnant?"
Ash glanced down at Pikachu, still curled up inside his jacket. "Um, no, it's just my Pokemon." He pulled Pikachu out and dropped him rather unceremoniously on the ground.
"I think he must be scared of the dark!" Celandine said with a annoying, tinkly little laugh, thereby earning a bit more of Pikachu's undying hatred. Like she needs any more of that.
Koga nodded, no looking that convinced. "Um. Right. Shall we battle now?"
"Yay!" Celandine trilled. "Let's battle!!" She let out her Sparki, miraculously healed from being thrown against a wall.
Pikachu sighed and turned away, wandering off to the side of the Gym. Vulpix followed him. Neither of them wanted to watch the coming Gym Battle. So, while they were staring determinedly at the opposite wall, they noticed something. A familiar figure was strolling down the edge of the Gym towards them, humming an annoying tune and carrying a clipboard. Have you guessed who it is yet? Have you? Fine, you can have a clue. The Mystery Pokemon was six foot seven, weighed 269 lbs, and looked like an overgrown pink-and- purple kangaroo. For those of you who are really dense, it's Mewtwo.
"What are you doing here?" Pikachu demanded, apparently forgetting that he was talking to the self-proclaimed most powerful Pokemon in the world, and that a little courtesy might be in order. To everyone's surprise, Mewtwo didn't turn him into a paper plane, but leaned against the wall and pushed his bright yellow builder's helmet up further on his forehead.
"Well, once I take over Fuchsia City I'll have to redecorate, won't I?" He looked at Pikachu expectantly.
"Oh." Pikachu said.
"Yeah." Mewtwo sighed. "Grey does nothing for my complexion."
"Oh." Pikachu said again. What else was there to say?
Mewtwo looked over to where Sparki was beating up a poor defenceless Zubat. "That Pikachu's doing rather well."
"Meh." Pikachu said sourly.
"Is she your girlfriend?" Mewtwo inquired innocently.
"No! She's not! And if you ever say that again I'll...do something!"
Mewtwo smirked. "All right then. Suit yourself." He teleported away in a flash of blue light.
"And you know what? Most construction helmets don't have Bob the Builder on the front!" Pikachu yelled spitefully after him. Celandine glanced sharply at him, clearly wondering what he was talking about. She didn't seem to have noticed Mewtwo. Just how unobservant to you have to be not to notice a six foot tall super-powerful Pokemon standing next to you?
On the battlefield, Sparki finished kicking the Zubat - when it was lying on the floor too, that's just rude- and trotted back to sit by Celandine. There was an unbearably smug smirk on her face. And Sparki looked pretty pleased as well.
"So, Celandine, you have proven yourself a capable Trainer." The Gym Leader announced. He sounded like he was reading off one of those prompt-boards the really stupid film-stars get given. Celandine smiled and blushed.
Koga handed her the Fuchsia City Gym badge with another speech that, due to bad grammar and odd references to someone called 'Madonna', made Pikachu's ears swell up and turn purple. Poor unfortunate electric rodent
Pikachu uncorked his ears just in time to hear Ash say, "Pikachu! I choose you!"
All right! Pikachu bounded out onto the field, eyes sparkling, and was promptly hurled into the nearest wall. Then into the ceiling. Then the floor. Then the ceiling again. He wasn't doing too well.
"Oh no!" Ash cried. "Pikachu's losing! Whatever shall I do?!"
"You could borrow my Flareon!" Celandine suggested. "She's really tough!"
Ash grabbed the proffered Pokeball and hurled it out onto the field, yelling, "Celandine's Flareon, I choose you!"
The Flareon popped out, shot Pikachu a smug smirk, and leapt forward to face the enemy. Red with embarrassment, Pikachu crawled back to Ash's feet and sat down on them, watching as Flareon effortlessly polished off the Weezing. Celandine would pay for this. Oh yes. She would pay.
Muahaha.
TopazSoarhire; Studying what? How to Sue 101?
ImagineThat; Don't worry. I have my plots. Muahaha.
Vulpix Dark Flame; Yay! I've been glomped! I've never been glomped before! *squeals* Yeah, Vulpix is my favourite Pokemon right after Espeon and Mew. Ickle kitty-catses....
And here's the eighth chapter (I only meant it to be ten! What happened?), with thanks to my beta-reader Daisy. If I was rich, I would buy you a Hawaiian island. But since I'm not, you'll just have to settle for my eternal gratitude and lots of imaginary cookies.
Later that day, (twenty-two minutes and thirty-seven seconds later to be precise) the Twerp Team -minus Misty- was wandering down one of the Gym's many winding passages, looking for the Gym Leader. Pikachu was still huddled in Ash's jacket, quaking. Brock had released Vulpix, who now trotted alongside them with a disgruntled expression on her face. The reason for this was the new 'ethereal light' that shone from Vulpix's blue eyes, basically turning her into a walking torch. And the fact that Vulpix had always had brown eyes didn't seem to have occurred to anyone except Brock; once or twice Pikachu spotted him looking down at the fox Pokemon with a mildly bemused expression, but then Celandine turned back and waved at him and the familiar glassy expression slid over his face. Stupid Sue. Pikachu had been a well-brought-up young Pikachu and his mother had always taught him not to swear - not even 'drat'- but Celandine was sending him dangerously close to it.
A moment later the trio had walked out into a large, surprisingly nondescript hall. The walls were grey, the floor was grey, even the people standing in it looked rather grey. A tall fat man in a ninja outfit stepped forwards.
"I am Koga, the Leader of this Gym. I use poison type - cor, is that boy pregnant?"
Ash glanced down at Pikachu, still curled up inside his jacket. "Um, no, it's just my Pokemon." He pulled Pikachu out and dropped him rather unceremoniously on the ground.
"I think he must be scared of the dark!" Celandine said with a annoying, tinkly little laugh, thereby earning a bit more of Pikachu's undying hatred. Like she needs any more of that.
Koga nodded, no looking that convinced. "Um. Right. Shall we battle now?"
"Yay!" Celandine trilled. "Let's battle!!" She let out her Sparki, miraculously healed from being thrown against a wall.
Pikachu sighed and turned away, wandering off to the side of the Gym. Vulpix followed him. Neither of them wanted to watch the coming Gym Battle. So, while they were staring determinedly at the opposite wall, they noticed something. A familiar figure was strolling down the edge of the Gym towards them, humming an annoying tune and carrying a clipboard. Have you guessed who it is yet? Have you? Fine, you can have a clue. The Mystery Pokemon was six foot seven, weighed 269 lbs, and looked like an overgrown pink-and- purple kangaroo. For those of you who are really dense, it's Mewtwo.
"What are you doing here?" Pikachu demanded, apparently forgetting that he was talking to the self-proclaimed most powerful Pokemon in the world, and that a little courtesy might be in order. To everyone's surprise, Mewtwo didn't turn him into a paper plane, but leaned against the wall and pushed his bright yellow builder's helmet up further on his forehead.
"Well, once I take over Fuchsia City I'll have to redecorate, won't I?" He looked at Pikachu expectantly.
"Oh." Pikachu said.
"Yeah." Mewtwo sighed. "Grey does nothing for my complexion."
"Oh." Pikachu said again. What else was there to say?
Mewtwo looked over to where Sparki was beating up a poor defenceless Zubat. "That Pikachu's doing rather well."
"Meh." Pikachu said sourly.
"Is she your girlfriend?" Mewtwo inquired innocently.
"No! She's not! And if you ever say that again I'll...do something!"
Mewtwo smirked. "All right then. Suit yourself." He teleported away in a flash of blue light.
"And you know what? Most construction helmets don't have Bob the Builder on the front!" Pikachu yelled spitefully after him. Celandine glanced sharply at him, clearly wondering what he was talking about. She didn't seem to have noticed Mewtwo. Just how unobservant to you have to be not to notice a six foot tall super-powerful Pokemon standing next to you?
On the battlefield, Sparki finished kicking the Zubat - when it was lying on the floor too, that's just rude- and trotted back to sit by Celandine. There was an unbearably smug smirk on her face. And Sparki looked pretty pleased as well.
"So, Celandine, you have proven yourself a capable Trainer." The Gym Leader announced. He sounded like he was reading off one of those prompt-boards the really stupid film-stars get given. Celandine smiled and blushed.
Koga handed her the Fuchsia City Gym badge with another speech that, due to bad grammar and odd references to someone called 'Madonna', made Pikachu's ears swell up and turn purple. Poor unfortunate electric rodent
Pikachu uncorked his ears just in time to hear Ash say, "Pikachu! I choose you!"
All right! Pikachu bounded out onto the field, eyes sparkling, and was promptly hurled into the nearest wall. Then into the ceiling. Then the floor. Then the ceiling again. He wasn't doing too well.
"Oh no!" Ash cried. "Pikachu's losing! Whatever shall I do?!"
"You could borrow my Flareon!" Celandine suggested. "She's really tough!"
Ash grabbed the proffered Pokeball and hurled it out onto the field, yelling, "Celandine's Flareon, I choose you!"
The Flareon popped out, shot Pikachu a smug smirk, and leapt forward to face the enemy. Red with embarrassment, Pikachu crawled back to Ash's feet and sat down on them, watching as Flareon effortlessly polished off the Weezing. Celandine would pay for this. Oh yes. She would pay.
Muahaha.