Whatever the World Has Come To
Summery: A really bored Rayquaza decides to tour around a bit.
Disclaimer: Potatoes. What? Oh ya… I don't own Pokemon or any of the random characters in this story. Some large company in Japan does.
Rayquaza was bored. He was tired of just sitting there, sleeping, defeating and/or killing a random trainer (if he was in a bad mood), and counting the rocks and cracks on the ground. There were at least one hundred and twenty-two rocks, and there were two hundred sixty-three and a half cracks running along the ground. As much as he hated putting Kyorge and Groudon back to sleep, the dragon was wishing that the two would do something at the least.
"Why in the world did I even bother to agree watching over the two!" he shouted to no one in particular. A random Wingull stared at him. Glaring back, he roared. The little bird, scared out of its wits, fell off the tower to the ground (which took a really loong time). Rayquaza quickly took a mental note to have someone clean up the tower's base later.
Since nothing really has happened lately, the guardian decided that maybe it wouldn't hurt to fly around a bit. Maybe visit the other legendaries. Just as he was really to take off, a random trainer ran up.
"Sweet! A legendary! I must catch it so I can challenge the Pokemon League and become the Pokemon champion!" the champion-wanna-be declared. Rayquaza inwardly groaned. 'Greeeat. Another stupid champion-wanna-be.' This was the fifth time this week and it was only Monday.
The boy quickly sent out a Wurmple. Rayquaza groaned again. 'Stupid waste of $# time. Whose smart idea was to create these in the first place! Oh yeah... mine' Rayquaza didn't even bother to avoid the string shot. He just simply flicked the little worm off the building then realized that there would be more cleaning up to do. 'This really isn't my day'
The champion-wanna-be (and also apparently trainer-wanna-be) screamed as his "precious" poison worm thing fell off the building. "You'll pay for this!" he shouted. Rayquaza clearly was the farthest thing from impressed/intimadated/whatever-the-"trainer"-was-trying-to-make-him-feel. Sighing yet again, Rayquaza flicked the boy off the building and immediately regretted it when a loud pitched scream deafen him for a moment and remembered that the area will need even more cleaning up.
'I have got to stop doing that'
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