Genesis Of A Creation

Disclaimer: I don't own pokemon. I wonder if I can get it cheap from whoever does...

Author's notes: okay. I haven't gotten many reviews, but I'm gonna die if I don't get to use the comp so I'm making my mom believe that I'm typing... which I am. Anyway, I'm kinda stuck with writer's block so I hope you'll forgive me if this chapter sucks. Once again, thanks to Optimus for his help in editing.

This reminds me. I was actually forgetful enough to thank my reviewers. Thanks you people very much! Your reviews have really given me a confidence boost. I hope to do better(if I can, and with the time.)
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"Oh great. What is it this time?" Misty grumbled as she pulled herself out of bed to get the ringing doorbell. It was the next day after the battle, but Dewgong and Gyarados were starting to do better.

"Can I help you?" she rubbed her eyes as she leaned against the doorframe while she opened the door.

"Misty, sorry to wake you so early in the morning, but Lance and the others called a meeting," her best friend Brock was at the door. "It appears to be rather important considering that he called the rest of us to tell us that at 3 in the morning."

Misty stifled a yawn as she nodded. "I wonder what does he want this time," she mumbled before turning to go back into her house. "Will I be delaying anyone?" she asked tiredly.

"Well... not really, if you make it fast. Our flight is due in one and a half hour," Brock informed her. "We might just make it if you do everything fast. It took me about two and a half hours just to reach here even by plane."

"Okay. Why don't you come in for a while, while I shower and change?" Misty entered the house without waiting for an answer, leaving Brock to enter and close the door behind him.

Misty was more awake by the time she finished her shower, which lasted only five minutes. She knew that if 'Lance and Gang' were to order you to go to a conference at Indigo Plateau, you get ready and reached the airport in time. Otherwise, there goes her status.

"Hey Dewgong," she greeted as she poked her head into the pokemon's room on her way back to the living room where Brock was staring at his watch.

"Gong!" the white pokemon greeted her back cheerfully.

"I'm going off somewhere for today. Do you want to come with me or do you want to stay here?" she asked, laughing when Dewgong barked while rushing over to her. "I guess I can't keep you away from me huh?" she smiled as she rubbed her cheek against the Dewgong's. "C'mon. we better get going," she returned the pokemon into its pokeball.

"Ready to go?" Brock got up, replacing the phone on the cradle. "I called a cab. It'll be faster," he went on as Misty watched him return the phone with a slight bit of interest.

"Okay let's go..." she stuck Dewgong's pokeball onto her belt, before sticking her fingers into her pockets and leaving the house, waiting for Brock to go so that she could lock the door.

"Still so much like a tomboy," Brock muttered cheerfully, making sure that Misty didn't hear him. "Hurry up Misty, the cab's here," he turned to hurry Misty who nodded and placed her wallet back into her bag.

"Cerulean airport please," Brock told the driver, while Misty piled into the backseat where she promptly fell asleep again.

"Hey Erica," Brock called his fellow gym leader after their destination had been appointed. "Misty's here with me, in the back seat sleeping. Yeah. She was still sleeping when I woke here up. Wonder why'd she'd stay up so late though," he went on. "I'll see you later then," he hung up.

The group were gathered around a large round table made of marble which glowed partially under the overhead lights. Out of the usual fourteen seats, however, only ten were present.

"Once again, another of our number has been assassinated," Lance announced to the gathered, who absorbed the news stoically. "He was killed last morning, while he was out buying stuff. Not that that was important," he continued. "Currently, we have lost four of our respected gym leaders."

"Why are we being targeted anyway?" Erica asked from her seat.

"We don't know," Bruno answered her from his meditative position on the floor a short distance away from the table to allow everybody to see him. "We found no traces of anyone who has a grudge against them, though we suspect that it is the work of Team Rocket."

"A reasonable deduction," Brock nodded as he crossed his arms across his chest, his leg one over another. "So there's no connection among each killing that you found yet?" he asked, understanding Bruno's reasoning. When he traveled with Misty, he was always the one who kept his cool and reasoning.

"Not that we know of, currently," Lance nodded in Brock's direction. "If it was the work of Team Rocket, it would be a very high leveled operation, considering that none of our spies knew about it."

"Then why don't we, like, find a way to, like, look for the assassin? Like, using psychic or ghost pokemon?" Violet asked brightly.

Sabrina, who had been listening to this conversation close eyed, opened them to give the cerulean sister a steely look. "We tried, but it won't work. Apparently, someone is blocking us or he doesn't seem to have a soul."

"Someone as powerful as, like, you and Agatha can get, like, blocked?" Lily asked in slight astonishment.

"We are powerful but there are always people who are better," Agatha told her in a sagely manner, which could be attributed to her age. "Even my ghost pokemon cannot find the assassin. They tell me that there is emptiness where he should be."

"Which means that he cannot be found until he wishes to be," Lorelei added. "For now, we advise you to exercise caution. Especially when you leave the gym or your house."

"Now that we have conferred regarding these murders, we shall move on to your gyms. They are faring well, I guess?" Lance looked at the seven gym leaders, his gaze lingering on the cerulean sisters.

"Like, yeah," Daisy replied hastily, causing Brock to snicker. She glared at him as Lance shot him a rebuking look.

The other leaders all replied likewise, and Bruno nodded in satisfaction. However, they knew that there is a pressing problem. Who are going to replace the dead members, they all had that though running through their minds.

"If there's nothing else that matters, this meeting is adjourned. Like before, we hope that you will maintain your vigilance and stay safe," Lance told them. One by one, the gym leaders and members of the Elite Four got up and left the table. Misty, however, stayed at the table. "Is something the matter, Misty?" Lance asked, steeping his fingers as he regarded her.

The redhead did not reply, but still looked down at the table, causing Lance to cock an eyebrow. Slowly, he got up and approached her, calling her name again. When she did not reply, he nearly thought that she was dead, being poisoned or by some other way. However, as he shook her shoulder vigorously, she suddenly looked up, a look of mild fright plastered on her face for that moment.

"Is something the matter?" Lance repeated his question, hiding the relief he had that she wasn't dead.

"N-no," Misty stammered, as she looked at the table once again, her cheeks flushing. However, she was suddenly struck by a thought. "Lance, you recognize every pokemon there is in this continent, right?"

Lance nodded as the corner of his mouth twitched at the silliness of the question. One did not reach his position by simply winning.

"Do you know of a kind of dragon pokemon that looks like a medieval dragon? Resembles a Charizard but it's.... different, and black in color." She frowned. "I don't know how to describe it, and it can use fire and lightning type attacks."

Lance ran through his memory. As far as he knew, there were only a few dragon types. There was Charizard, Gyarados, Dratini, Dragonair, Dragonite, and the extinct Aerodactyl which Blaine had helped him resurrect. "I do not recognize that creature. Why is it that you ask me that?"

Misty sighed and rubbed her temple. "I happened to be challenged by this guy, who used that pokemon and one other to defeat me," she told the leader of the Elite Four reluctantly.

"Did you use the Gyarados I gave you? It should be strong enough to knock out any pokemon," Lance frowned. Before Misty had settled down to help her sisters, the cerulean gym was hopeless. However, it was one of the toughest gyms around now.

"I did, but it was Gyarados who was knocked out first," Misty bowed her head in embarrassment. "I used him before using Dewgong."

Lance was flabbergasted. "You mean, Gyarados was defeated?" he asked. "That pokemon must be very strong to be able to do that," he muttered when Misty nodded, still looking at her lap.

"It didn't matter if that guy and his pokemon were strong enough to defeat me, but I seriously hate him!" Misty declared, looking at Lance so suddenly that he flinched slightly.

"Why?"

Misty clenched her fist furiously as she answered him. "Because that son of a bitch actually HURT Dewgong," she growled, looking as though she would like to have her challenger's neck in her grasp now. "He actually caused Dewgong to be cut!"

"How did that happen? Dewgong's' are know for their thick hide and blubber," Lance reminded her.

"You tell me! He sent out a pokemon that created an ice wall with spikes running out of it and Dewgong injured himself when he couldn't avoid it in time!" she rose her voice, almost yelling outright.

"I see... do not let such a simple matter stop you from doing your duty. I shall take him and his pokemon down if he challenges me," Lance laid a hand on Misty shoulder, causing her to calm down significantly.

"I don't think he will. He didn't take a badge when he left," she told him flatly. "Alright! Keep you hair on!" she turned to yell at her sister who was asking if Misty wanted to spend a month trekking back home. Misty sweatdropped when Lily yelled at daisy that she was going to go bald over such a simple thing, causing the latter to yell and run all over the place asking everyone if she really was.

"Anyway, thanks for understanding. I really hate him! He doesn't give a damn about my pokemon and didn't even apologize," she informed Lance. "I got to go. See you," she turned and headed to where her friends and sisters were.

Lance watched her walk- stalk, Lance thought- away from him. As soon as she was out of sight, he smiled. "You don't know it, but you're seriously attractive," he told the empty place, unaware as an observer narrowed his(her?) eyes at his statement before leaving.
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Author's notes again:

Okay. I've done this chapter and I'm rather proud of myself for having managed to. Because of my mother, who happens to wish to confiscate my keyboard and mouse, I may not have a chance to work on my next chapter. Rest assured, though. I promise that I will put up a next chapter, but please wait for it!

Anyway, one question to ask you . Would you like to have Ash fall unconscious or would you like him to be caught in a situation first?(Note: I might not be able to write action/adventure very well, so please forgive me if you think it sucks) Anyway, please review and tell me which situation I should work on first.

Once again, I would like to thank Optimus Magnus who helped me out whenever I need, and to all your reviews which helped me too! Thank you!!!

P.S. Ayumi Hamasaki rocks man. I'm listening to her songs even as I write. Whoever hadn't heard of her should listen to her music!