Disclaimer: Welcome to the wonderful world that is Pokémon. Of course everything related to Pokémon is owned and licensed by Nintendo, and I'm sure the author of this story will do his best to treat Nintendo and Pokémon with as much respect as possible. Now, the characters in this story are all original except for professor Oak, Ash, Gary, Misty, Brock, several Jenny's and Joy's and some other weirdo's that wander around in the game and/or series and of course, the Pokémon.

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Chapter 12 – Surfs up

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I had searched for spiritual guidance and I was told by a small wrinkled raisin to take a vacation. Why didn't I think of that? Three days later I arrived at Cianwood and I had decided to do nothing, except lying on the beach and watching fine babes pass by. Of course knowing my luck, something was going to happen, but I decided to just wait with worrying until it happened. I checked in at the local hotel cursing the fact I didn't have the pokétrainer status anymore. But I knew I couldn't risk anyone knowing I was here. There had been too many people after me in Kanto. Then again, that business with Team Rocket was finished, after all, I was on speaking terms with Tom and David, the Dark Squad wasn't really after me, and since I hadn't really committed any crimes in Kanto I had nothing to fear from the cops. So why was it again I didn't become a pokémon trainer anymore? Because I knew Oak and Jenny would come after me and try to "explain" that whole thing, and that was something I didn't really want. My business in Kanto was finished, no need to ever go back. As far as I was concerned the trainer was in Kanto, the hunter was in Johto.

"So why did you come back?" Ash asked.

"You didn't see that big ass Dragonite at Bill's place?"

"Good point."

I grabbed my i-pod and headed out for the beach. I laid calmly on the beach with some Mano Chao on my set with Blaster and War alongside of me until a shade came over my eyes. I took of my set and sat up.

"Yes?" I enquired.

"I'm sorry," the young lifeguard said, "but we don't allow large pokémon on this beach."

I sighed and looked her up and down a bit.

"They're water pokémon," I tried, "they like the beach. I found even them on a beach. And besides, Blaster isn't that large."

"Not large?" she grinned, thinking she had an arrogant know-it-all in front of her, "Blastoise is one of the largest pokémon around."

I sighed and my hand went to a pokéball. There is something you should know about me. I do come off as an arrogant know-it-all, but somehow it's not longer arrogance when you're indeed as good as you say, and I'm as good as I say. So instead of calling Blaster back, I called forward Frostbite.

"Now, does that Blastoise really look that large?" I asked with an innocent smile.

I sighed and called back the Articuno, along with Blaster and War, since I came to realise some people have no sense of humour and don't understand the concept of sarcasm. And I was correct, just as I was about to leave the area, a heavy hand landed on my shoulder.

"Yes?" I asked innocently.

"Did you threaten our lifeguard?" a large man who's chest would put my wardrobe to shame asked.

"That doesn't sound like anything I would do," I answered, "but I've been known to do things I normally wouldn't do. How exactly was I supposed to threaten this lifeguard of yours?"

"Wise ass, aren't you?" the guy nodded and firmed his grip on my shoulder, trying to make me squirm.

Unfortunately (for me that is), I have a huge pain tolerance. And this guy wasn't far from reaching it.

"Is there some reason for this macho behaviour?" I asked as I glanced at his hand, "or do you get off by bullying people around?"

He grunted and let go of my shoulder. Just in time, thank you God!

"I'd have to ask you if you could come with me," he asked.

"That I will not," I replied, "I see no reason why I should go with you. And since you've already threatened me physically I'm certainly not really all that set on being alone with you. Now if you don't leave me alone, I will be forced to call the police on you."

"You're gonna call the cops on me?" the big guy frowned, "but I'm the head of the lifeguards."

"Yeah, that might work to get in the swimsuits of young impressionable girls, or boys, I have an open mind, but me, I would like to see some ID first. Ah, officer?"

A cop who had been watching us for some time came closer, not fully understanding what was going on.

"Well, Earl?" he asked the big guy, "what seems to be the problem?"

"I'm sorry," I interjected, "but I was the one that called you? I would like to register a complaint against this individual."

The cop frowned and looked from me to Earl. He took off his hat and ran a hand through his blonde hair.

"Earl? Why? He's the head of the lifeguards."

"Well," I started, "he gripped me and tried to crush my shoulder, which is physical abuse, and told me to go with him after which he intensified his grip on my shoulder. As for that head of the lifeguards part, he never showed me any ID, so forgive me if I don't really believe that."

"He threatened one of our lifeguards…" Earl started, but I interrupted him.

"Lifeguards aren't your business, but lifeguard business. So you shouldn't meddle with that."

"But I'm the head of the lifeguards!"

"Show him some ID," the cop sighed, clearly smarter than sixpack chest here.

Earl reached into his hip purse and showed me his lifeguard card.

"Nice to meet you," I told him sincerely, "now what about that lifeguard?"

"He threatened one of our lifeguards!"

"Is this true?" the cop asked, seemingly taking my side (which is actually understandable, nobody really likes the strong good-looking type who gets all the girls, I mean, that's what started my adventure in Kanto).

"Not at all!" I said, "this lifeguard came to me to tell me that I couldn't keep my Blastoise on the beach because there seems to be a "no large pokémon" rule in these parts of the beach."

"This is correct," Earl nodded, "we don't allow large pokémon here."

"So I told her I didn't think my Blastoise was that large…"

"It's a Blastoise for crying out loud," Earl interjected, "if that isn't a large pokémon…"

"And I showed her what I did think was a large pokémon."

"That Articuno I saw?" the cop asked.

"Exactly," I nodded, "now THAT is a large pokémon."

"So you just showed what you thought is a large pokémon, but didn't mean to threaten the life guard."

"Not at all."

"There you go," the cop smiled, "all a misunderstanding. I do believe you're free to go."

"What? Wait a minute…" Earl started, but I didn't waste this opportunity.

"Thank you very much, and by the way, do you know a part of the beach where they allow any kind of pokémon?"

"About three miles that way, the beach isn't that nice as here, but I think it's still a nice spot. A lot of surfers go there."

"Thank you very much, officer," I thanked him and grabbed my bag.

"And Earl?" the cop continued, "I think it's best if you put some sign concerning the maximum height and length of a pokémon that's allowed to enter. Have a nice day."

I walked away with the cop with a confident grin on my face.

"I could you fine for that Articuno," he said to me, wiping it away.

"Well," I started, not really sure how I would bullshit my way out of this one, "you see…"

"That's okay, it was Earl who should have thought about that. Just follow this road until you reach a small path towards the sea. There you'll find a beach that's usually only reserved for the local surfers. But if you'll tell them that Andy send you, you'll do fine."

"Thanks a lot," I told him and got on my way.

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Well, that small path wasn't three miles away, it was at least three miles, and it took me half an hour to reach the beach. Why it is called a small path you ask?

"Uhm, actually we didn't…" Ash started, but Tony's glare cut him short.

Because only one person carrying a surfboard can pass at a time. If you were fat you wouldn't be able to get through, surfboard or not. I finally reached the beach and was immediately spotted by the local surfers.

"Hey!" one of them shouted as I cursed my way out of the bushes, "what you doing here? This is a private beach!"

"Didn't see a sign," I replied, I couldn't help it, I just had to get smart with him, "and Andy send me."

"How do you know Andy?" a blonde girl asked me.

"Ran into him when I had some trouble with Earl."

"The lifeguard geek who hits on every chick he meets?" the first speaker, possible the ringleader of the group, asked.

"That's the guy," I nodded, "couldn't stand my pokémon was bigger than his."

"His what?" some one in the back asked.

"And it's probably not so hard to be bigger," a girl giggled and nudged her friend.

"God, I hope you don't know that first hand," the leader shook his head.

"I've heard a lot of stories in the hotel I work," the girl defended herself, "that's how I know."

"Look," I drew the attention back to me, "I'm sure all this information will be helpful the next time I run into him, but I'm not really planning that, okay? Anyway, Andy helped me out and told me to come here."

"I don't know," the ringleader looked me up and down, "if Andy says he's okay… Nah, I still got to stick to our policy, only surfers allowed. Can you surf, dude?"

Huh? I still lacked some knowledge of my past, but I did know that surfing wasn't something I had learned.

"Hell no," I told him truthfully, "but I am good in bullshitting my way out of sticky situations, so give me a surfboard, show me what part I stand on, and you'll say I'm one of you guys before I even hit the water."

"Nice try, dude," the guy grinned, "but you'll still have to prove on the waves. The boards are over there."

"Well, it was worth a try," I shrugged.

I walked over to the boards and picked out the one that produced the least sniggering behind me. I sighed and looked at the waves. A small Pikachu had just emerged from underneath the waves and was now gently gliding on his board towards the shore. Fuck, you find those little fuckers anywhere, don't you? Well, if smoothtalking wouldn't work, how about intimidation?

"Mind if I let my pokémon watch me for moral support?" I asked innocently.

"Sure, go ahead," the blonde girl said.

I let out Turtle, War and Blaster. This last one caused a few people to gasp and whisper.

"Fuck, look at the size of that Blastoise!"

"It's fucking big!"

"Big? You mean huge!"

"Well," I remarked smugly, "War is also pretty big for a Wartortle."

I didn't tell them that Turtle was pretty small for Squirtle standards, but I had come to notice he didn't have to be big. He was just the right size to bite in someone's ankles. Fuck, who was it again who had said "It's the little buggers you got to be afraid off, they're the ones who can reach parts other men have to do effort for". 'Steelnuts' Willy, that was the guy. He started to say that right after he earned his nickname, after a pup Growlithe bit off his testicles. Ah, 'Steelnuts', hell of a Rocket, but I'm trailing off.

"I can see why you had trouble with Earl," the ringleader nodded approvingly, "that's one big pokémon."

"Oh no," I said, "he just got me in trouble with a life guard. My trouble with Earl started because of Frostbite."

"Frostbite?" his eyebrows rose.

I let the bird pokémon out and everyone jumped back at least five feet.

"Now, about this surfing," I tried to sound as casual as possible, "is there some place I can change? Although I'm normally not this lightly dressed, I would like to wear my swimsuit when I go into the water."

"Uhm, yeah," the blonde girl said, "I'll show you, it's this way."

I tried to keep the smile on my face from not turning into a grin, but I'm not really sure if I completely succeeded. I followed the girl to a few cabins alongside the bushes.

"That's one impressive pokémon," the girl said.

"One of the five legendary birds." I replied.

"How did you find it?"

"Actually, it found me," I said, "saved my life a while back."

"Wow, that's amazing. You know, they say there's a legendary bird on those islands a bit further."

I turned to look at the horizon, and indeed, I could just make out a black spot that could have been an island.

"But there's something else there too," she continued, "it's not a bird, although it also flies. A dark pokémon, colour I mean, not type. It looks like some kind of dragon, well, that's what the rumours say. But no one really believes it, because, well, they ARE rumours. But I've seen something late at night, wading through the water with big dragonlike wings."

"There not really that many dragontype pokémon," I said as I put down my stuff, "and I don't think that many have actual wings. So how did you know they were dragonlike?"

"Well, actually," she confessed, "they kinda looked like the wings dragons have in those old story books. And they sorta reminded me of this Dragonite I once saw when I was just a little girl. They kinda looked the same, well at least to me."

"Dragonite?" I narrowed my eyes and looked back at the horizon, "darkly coloured? No shit."

"Something the matter?" she asked as she caught my gaze.

"Nah," I lied, "reminded me of something I still have to do."

"Well, you can change here, I'll go back to the group."

"One more thing," I asked, "what's the deal with Andy, no offence, but he don't really looks like a surfer to me."

"He's my brother," she said, "I'm Karen."

"Tony, pleased to meet-"

My cell phone interrupted me and I signalled her this would only take a second.

"Hunter speaking,… yes… what?… Now?… I'm on a vacation for the mo… you can't… but I… double? Do you know… yes… but… do you know… now listen to me…listen… yes, do you know how many vacations I've been on the last five years? … Guess, even an Onix could show it on his fingers… my point exactly, so you see… okay, keep talking… still not impressed… fine, tell me where and I'll be there as soon as possible… of course, I'll see you there."

I hung up the phone and grabbed my bag. I marched back to the beach under the puzzled gaze of Karen.

"No show today, boys," I called out loudly, causing my pokémon to look back, "just got a job offer, well worth of cutting this vacation short. We're needed in Cherrygrove. Don't worry, they have water there too."

They all nodded and War slammed his paws into one another and let out a small cry.

"Probably, but first, Frostbite, you'll need to fly us back to Cyanwood so I can get my stuff from the hotel. No fucking way I'm walking that distance again. And then fly to Olivine to pick up my cycle."

Frostbite roared and lowered himself.

"Anyway, boys and girls," I addressed the crowd, "it was fun while it lasted, but I have to go. I'm a terrible workaholic, especially when huge amounts of money is at stake."

"What kind of work do you do then?" Karen asked as I mounted the Articuno.

"I hunt pokémon," I replied, "and maybe, one day, I'll come to get that dark pokémon on that island."

"Hopefully soon," she smiled as I took off, "have a safe journey, Tony!"

Yep, I'm a chick magnet.

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Half an hour later I was flying over the ocean and it suddenly dawned to me. Although I had gotten that phone call, nothing actually happened to me while on Cyanwood. Nothing at all! The only thing that now could happen above the ocean was when I passed those so called Whirl Islands.

"Frost!" I yelled above the streaming wind, "stay away from those islands!"

Nothing happened on my journey back. It was bliss.

"Nothing happened?" Ash groaned, "that's boring!"

"Boring is good," Tony nodded, "you know the people who say that excitement is fun? Those are people who never have excitement. Those who have known true excitement, like me, know what good times boring is. You should enjoy boring, it's less lethal."

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AN: To be honest, I liked the idea of Tony going on a vacation and something happening to him, but all of my ideas didn't work (yet) and I had no desire to start juggling with chapters I had already written or putting this in the freezer until it was more appropriate. Now I am forced to return Tony to Cyanwood so I can work out my ideas then.

Anyway, I sincearly apologise for my lack of updating, but I've recently had trouble with my computer and lost everything on my C-drive. Luckily all my important things were on my personal hard drive, but all software were on my C-drive, including Word, meaning I had to reinstall everything. You would be surprised where all those installation CD-roms turned up (and still I haven't found everything!). I have everything back now, so expect massive update this month. To make up for the lack of updates, I'll give you the following 4 things you'll see in Tony's future:

1) Tony's return to Cyanwood! (in case you forgot I wrote that a couple of lines above)

2) the return of Franky! (in case you forgot who Franky is, go read Hunter again)

3) the return of Allan! (in case you forgot who Allan is, you've got a good shrink)

4) I've recently acquired Leafgreen and saw the total useless Famechecker. On a waklthrough site, I found all quotes coming with said Famechecker and stumbled upon the following piece of information: "You... you're not GIOVANNI's kid are you? No, that can't be right. GIOVANNI's kid had red hair." Meaning... YES! TONY'S GETTING HIS HAIR DYED!!!!