Thanks tea, you helped my train of thought, but if I tell you why, we'll all go mad O.O...actually, it would only give everything away...but thanks.
Oh, and the Viridian power thing? We'll see about that, Phantomness... ;) And yes, of course you can host this, more than happy for you to.
And Shadow DarkestDragon, Writer's Block IS human stupidity, MY human stupidity! (is humanly stupid) and...I've said everything to YOU already. Why am I wasting my time writing this? Hmph! (throws Dragon in bin)(backs away from growling Darkness)
Finally, this is for The Incarnation Pokémon: Thank-yoooou...and...is it by any chance the Lance, Wallace and Steven one I heard about somehow? Nyahahaha!
Disclaimer: I don't own pokémon. I don't even own any of this manga, not a one! Isn't that crap? HAHAHA...(several men in white coats use pepper spray)
The screaming roar of an aircraft stung the ears of the clustered pokémon as it hovered above them and turned, cruising back off into the endless sky. They babbled again as their constant discussion crescendoed once more.
Stupid humans, the Sneasel croaked, alerting the other two pokémon again as the trio huddled in the corner. Their inventions poison me, and the rest of the Earth. They can't even cope with their own technology. They have destroyed themselves.
Isn't their destruction an act of Nature? Ninetales swung her tails slowly.
But what are we? We are all part of her. Yes, the humans have aggravated our Mother, and she strikes back now. Sneasel prodded the ground with a twig.
Crawdaunt turned to them with a nod. Humans are weak against their own punches. A pearly white wing swished into the air.
Don't go badmouthing the humans. Lugia warned gently. The three pokémon looked shocked and bowed. You're right, we are all part of Mother Earth and she loves her children. But be careful...the pokémon have as much potential as their brother race.
Lugia turned its head back to the meeting. The legendaries stood in a ring, waiting for the sea beast to return to the discussion.
I still have my doubts. Latias called, her sibling nodding. We are, together, a race like humans were. Do you think our dominance over this planet will leave us calm? Human dominance brought with it anger and arrogance and ignorance. I can see it already within pokémon.
The shining eyes around the circle glanced into others.
Latias may be right, but we have seen that already at least. Moltres whistled from its perch in a rocky niche. We will have the ability to restrain it before it grows.
This statement attracted more of a positive response.
I will not rest until human imperfection is expelled from our race! Entei growled, its eyes flashing with heat. It is the bane of this world, and with mankind it shall be banished! Lugia slammed its tail against the ground and turned on the dog.
Entei! Cease your anger! We are oblivious to what we fear, and that's what causes it to occur. Mother Earth is cunning and she challenges us to perfect ourselves.
Everyone looked at the ground in thought. Entei fell back in realization.
Remember...that to Nature...Life is a Game. Though that seems cruel, it is true. It is necessary. Jirachi nodded.
Ho-oh gazed at all the legendaries. We are dismissed. Lugia approached the phoenix.
Yes, Life is a Game... Ho-oh sighed. The humans have one last turn. But if we are not careful, we will also be on the brink...
It was just a bit damp. Wallace waded through a puddle whilst everyone else stared as he came out with an expression of disgust on his face.
"Um...if I'd realized, we really could have gone to Viridian like I'd 'suggested'." Lance said. He received a glare from everyone apart from Red who had glomped onto him like a sticky burr when it had gotten colder.
"I know the hideout was in the sewers, but I don't remember this..." Will said, attempting to help out. "And...I can say there's a path around that puddle."
Wallace paled in embarrassment as everyone else shuffled towards him in the gloom.
"It shouldn't be that far..." Red shivered; completely unknowing that he was strangling Lance.
"Mmm..." Steven hummed, pondering. "That way." He pointed, whilst Will harrumphed.
"Red, let go now."
"Sorry..."
The group struggled on through the leaky tunnels according to Steven's directions and magically managed to locate the porthole door they were trying to find. Kamon fumbled with the rusty wheel that opened it but it was encrusted with some kind of slime. He jumped back.
"Yuck. It's impossible, too slippery."
"Well, we've got to get it open. Try again." Steven coughed and folded his arms. Kamon scowled and rolled up his sleeves.
With a clunk the door swung open. The six of them swarmed in, but gaped to discover something that made their hearts sink.
"Hello." Giovanni smirked, "I won."
There was a slam again and several rather wide grunts framed the doorway. The Elites stared at each other in helplessness.
"Well, well, well." Giovanni stood up and strode over, beginning in a very clichéd manner. "I guess you were right. We do have some qualities, Team Rocket." The grunts saluted at the name. "And since the world of men needs you for knowledge reasons..."
"Spit it out, Gio!" Red snapped.
Red was ignored. "I'm afraid the world has decided your futures as Elites."
"Our future as treasure." Steven snarled, his eyes shaded with a venomous glint. "This will never happen, Giovanni! This is sick. It's sick and desperate! We won't allow any person on this Earth to be left to rot as some sort of...piece of...INFORMATION! The race of men is gone and everything we have uncovered will be lost with us. There's no going back on our wrongs and there's nothing we can do."
The Team Rocket leader only smirked again.
"I would never hang onto life like that for humanity!" Lance roared suddenly. He spat at Giovanni's feet; the memory flashed between their eyes as they met.
"You've not changed, I see." Giovanni trilled at him. "And I'm afraid there's nothing any of you can do about your future whilst the world is in infernos around you, watching your fellow race perish. I apologize for the inconvenience. But I'm just the messenger; Humanity's Will is the order..."
The pokémon did not stir. A Blaziken's golden eyes watched the stillness out of the shadows where it sat, with a clawed hand over the old flesh wound on its leg.
Battle memories, Flare? the Umbreon beside him ululated softly.
Flare nodded. I remember. Took a Slash to it when launching into a Sky Uppercut during a battle challenge. The trainers don't realize that although we stand strong in the short-term, the attacks can cause long-term damage, do they?
A third pokémon shook her dainty head nearby. She floated over gracefully and sat down like a fakir in the air, her white skirt flowing over the rocks.
We love our trainers though. We're all part of Nature, so why not be part of each other? Gardevoir shrugged.
It seems so harsh, Telempathy... Flare whispered, hugging its knees. There are good people in this world...
Lunatra blinked slowly and padded away at a trot into the moonlight. He sat back down on the foreign ground that he and his pokémon friends were so unsure of. Any wise creature could see a flaw ahead, but what was it? Such a mystery, like life itself. The psychics were so terrified of it that they couldn't even look ahead to see.
Flare and Telempathy watched the rings on the Umbreon's coat glint with reflected moonlight. Reflected once, then reflected a second time, off a reflected pokémon. Lunatra suddenly slunk off again further away from the others down to the water outside the cave and gazed at itself. Reflected.
Am I real? he moaned, flicking the water with a paw. The second Umbreon below him replied not, only stretched dementedly. A struggled sigh.
The other two pokémon sighed as well, looking down into the soil. They felt for their friend, with his strange history and unfair background. It wasn't his fault that he was who he was. It was only luck that caused their trainer to find him, giving him somebody who understood and treated him with equality.
Do you still think he thinks he's... Flare began.
Sometimes. Telempathy finished, closing her eyes. She hummed softly.
Lunatra collapsed to the ground once more. Some kind of...human invention...
Nothing disturbed the pokémon in the stillness once more. Before a bellow split the night and the shadowed figures of angered creatures spirited themselves away...
"Behold my new base, Elites. What other way could I use an abandoned oil rig? Bring it back into action? Ah, yes. You may realize by now that we don't really care, being Team Rocket. Our pokémon are forced to be loyal and serving to us, with their trainers right to the end, as you have assumed will be near..."
Red winced slightly at the fowl words being thrown into their captor's long, ongoing talk. He now stood among the rest of his disheartened peers, in a line flanked by two Rocket Grunts who were both a dramatic contrast to the Elites in shape and size. The teenager tried to turn his attention to something else. Wallace had Steven's hand in his concealed behind his back, Will was eating his lip as was Kamon and Lance was slowly clenching and unclenching his fists with an expression on his face which was most definitely supposed to be read as a threat to shatter every bone in Giovanni's face.
"You see, we heard far too much about your ending theory from your 'hiding place'. Never thought Team Rocket would be on the loose, hmm? So, before we turn you in, let's get some answers out of you."
Kamon and Will snapped back to reality; "Say WHAT!" Giovanni smirked once more.
"When is this due to happen?" he asked.
Steven turned away from the question. "I've told you..." he hissed, "There is absolutely nothing. We're not willing to do anything for you." Wallace shifted nervously and squeezed more blood out of Steven's hand.
"Oh dear...well, that's a shame isn't it? As league representatives..."
"We are not league representatives, we symbolize the Earth's Purity and Treasure..." Red pointed out. "But as we already said to you earlier, we will not allow ourselves to be treated as such."
A definite nod of agreement ensued, causing Giovanni to raise his eyebrows. Kamon's eyes flashed towards the open door. Given the opportunity...
"I see, well..."
Giovanni turned away slightly. Kamon sharpened and collected all his senses...then collapsed into Wallace.
Domino effect equals...
"NOW, DAMMIT!" Kamon yelled and legged it to freedom. Reacting immediately Wallace dragged Steven away from his state of shock after falling into the immense mountain of flesh beside him; the Rocket fell whilst they made their escape after Red and Lance. Just as Giovanni caught on to what had happened.
After roaring at the Grunts they made a clumsy chase.
Four elites skidded around the corner to find Kamon furiously beckoning them into a creaky old lift at the end of the corridor. Will rubbed his forehead.
"Those grunts are coming." he murmured. "They'll go 4th floor."
Kamon stabbed the 12. All of them leaned against the mesh 'walls' of the cage and fell silent, trying not to even breathe loudly in the confined space as the mechanism shuddered into life. Kamon whipped around to Will suddenly.
"Why'd you not see that coming before, back in the sewers?" he growled accusingly.
"Shut the fuck up," Will replied in the usual tone of voice, his expression still exactly the same.
Kamon turned away again, muttering something like 'some Purity you are' under his breath. Everyone else fought back laughter, but retained their collected manner whilst the door clattered open.
"And if you think about it, we've learn something rather important." the psychic added. "They mean it."
"Yeah," Red whispered, "And we mean it too."
The adjacent area was completely deserted. Steven tried to detach Wallace from his arm, who was shivering.
"Wallace..."
Wallace felt a hand on his shoulder and turned his worried orb like eyes to Steven. He sighed.
"What...can we do? It's...impossible..."
"We can't worry about that right now. First, we're getting out of this shithole." Steven tried to reassure him, then stood up and crept out stealthily. Satisfied that it was safe, he beckoned to them.
Muffled footsteps echoing around the empty hallways commenced as they ran. There was nothing there to help them.
"What are we trying to achieve? Do we have ANY idea where we're headed?" Red panted.
"I don't think so...no. Try not. Do. Or do not. There is no try."
"KAMON! Stop making an arse out of yourself and keep going!"
"Don't complain! If it weren't for me we'd all still be clamped in between those grunts being bored to death by Giovanni!"
"Try a different level, guys..."
A door slammed, freezing everyone on the spot. Low voices sounded a short distance away and whoever it was set off at a brisk pace...
The roar screeched off into the night again, but this time, it was the roar of angry pokemon. Blinded by their rage for the act of these people they left the Cave of Origin...
Lunatra watched them go. He knew also that it was time for the pokemon to have it their way. Standing up again, he trotted back into the shadows.
And by the water, there stood an Absol.
(brings samurai sword bang right on top of Writer's Block) RRRRAAAARGH! EFFING WRITER'S BLOCK! Sorry about that. It was REALLY starting to tick me off.
If this chapter ended a bit abruptly, I dunno...I wrote a bit more, then got writer's block, then cut that bit off as the beginning of chapter 4. So this one's a bit shorter, I think...
Yes, it is. And this has taken me ages because I've been sidetracked, and I'm putting up a shorter chapter because it's taken so long, so please, just yell at me. I demand.
And of course, if you think this is slipping, tell me.