A/N:Sandstone chuckles merrily: Right... well, I'll get to responding now. I swear, I'm trying to improve about this. And I'm happy - now I have several reviewers! Meh, I don't have a DDR pad, so I'm not doing the 'happy dance' right now.
B Boi: Though I'm reluctant to admit it, that Mewtwo thing was inspired by the Pokemon manga / comics. So I'm not claiming credit for it wreaking hell, it did that in the comics. I just liked the idea.
But Mewtwo doesn't get an easy life in the cave. Gio doesn't take lightly to escapes.
And one last thing: it says this in my profile, but I'll restate - I'm a RPer. As in the text-based, forum style stuff. Habitually, I DON'T plan too far in advance with the story, I have to deal with people who aren't inside my head, and do stupid stuff.
I'm working to correct this issue... but habit for me is a bitch to correct. That's why I'm asking about it.
Besides, shouldn't the readers get SOME input on a story? This isn't actual publishing, though some authors here are better that authors that I've seen published. Dragon Moon, for example... it could have been better. Why would a dragon eat humans? Bleargh, that's just a waste.
Spring Hawk: Actually, I noticed the lack of Grass types. No matter what, in the game, they're always in my party. The reserved slot I mentioned was for a grass pokemon. I'm tossing ideas around on which one. For all I've decided, it could be a Tropicus.
And a dark type will come. Chris won't get a swelled head (Mathrara's around to pop his balloon if he tries), but I happen to like dark types. But that's another flip up. Sneasel I'm none to fond of elementally, they're REALLY weak. Fast, but weak. Fire, fighting (which happens to OWN Sneasel), rock, any strong pysical attack... you get the idea.
And I never noticed that I was doing that. I swear, I wasn't. :) Cool catch though, especially the likening mew/ mewtwo thing.
But boundaries aren't a issue. Most trainers are evil in this thing (few exceptions, but I've been lazy. Should have had more evil trainers already), one could beat the crap out of a pokemon, and abandon it...
Eru878: I'll think about it. But how would she get pregnant? And there's another issue as well, she's not mating anytime soon. Keep an eye on her, some of her motives will become more clear.
Though I've given hints enoughto you people... :) JK, ignore that line.
I didn't run this A/N through a spellchecker, so don't bother to correct me about it. My lack of care right now is astounding. I've got to rewrite a 100 + page fanfiction I've been hacking out (it's tied to this one). So that's been eating up a lot of my creativity. I almost forgot to write up this chapter. It's the result of me drinking too much tea in trying to get to sleep. :)
Not to mention all this schoolwork. Why must seniors suffer so much homework with only 15 or so days left?
I hate my school.
Chapter Twenty-four: Fallen dark trainer
Chris grinned, as they walked down the road.
(Chris? What's so funny? )
"Oh, it's just nice to see pokemon acting naturally. Not running in fear when they see me."
Kani nodded sagely. (I know how you feel. Not having to dodge rotten fruits, not being taunted about how you're a human's pet…)
Chris sighed. "I'm sorry about that, Kani. I didn't understand at the time."
(Oh, I don't blame you…) She cut herself off, then looked up.
"What?"
(Oh, nothing.)
Chris looked in the same direction. He didn't see anything, but he knew that Kani wasn't saying something. He blinked, and managed to squint out something… but it was probably an airplane.
"What are you looking at?"
(Oh, nothing in particular. I just was told that the legends have no idea what to do with us.)
"Well, that's great. No clue about your abilities either?"
(Not really…)
A loud cry cut of Kani's comment. Chris glanced at the others, then ran headlong towards it.
Kani sighed, and followed him. Mathrara jumped on Anekiro (he couldn't keep up), and the two paced Chris.
The small form smiled. She understood well enough.
She flew overhead at a high altitude. She'd had been assigned to keep tabs on the potential prodigy, after all.
A dragon couldn't track changes in psyche, and the boy's Espeon was willing to brave hell to protect him…
"Stupid Bayleef. Won't evolve, will you? Houndoom, flamethrower!"
Anekiro rushed forward, and flung Mathrara into the Flamethrower's path. The fox yipped in surprise, but was unharmed when Chris caught up. Chris glared at the thirteen-year-old, looking him over. He had a collection of whips on his belt, and Chris suspected other objects were hidden on him. He'd backed up a step from the glare (Chris's Evil Eye tended to make people do that), but he recovered quickly enough.
"You… how dare you interrupt my training session! Houndoom, teach him a lesson!"
Chris sighed, and met the Houndoom's eyes. "Do as you will. I'm just a defenseless human."
The Houndoom froze in shock, then growled silently to himself. He knew he would be punished by the master if he didn't attack, but he knew what the human represented. He wavered, unsure of what to do.
Not all dark types were nasty fiends they were portrayed to be. "What do I do…"
Mathrara growled, and mimed attacking the Houndoom. The Houndoom caught his wink, and they began to mock fight, where it looked like they were fighting, but in reality they were pulling their blows, or hitting each other with fire attacks.
Both had flash fire, after all.
Chris ignored what was happening, and went up to the Bayleef. It was covered in open wounds, and looked nearly half-dead. He sighed, and bent down. The poor thing whimpered in pain. "You poor dear…"
(Help… help me…) It passed out. Chris dug out a super potion, and sprayed it on the Bayleef. It's wounds began to heal.
Chris, content that he'd done everything he could for the moment, turned, with murder in his eyes. "You brat. You fucking jackass! What the fuck is wrong with you!"
"That stupid Bayleef wouldn't evolve. So I was going to teach it a lesson, until it followed my orders and evolved."
Chris growled under his breath. "It's people like you that ruin the rep of good trainers."
"What do I care about some stupid reputation? All I want to do is get strong enough so I can join the Rockets, and get rich."
"I don't think so."
The Vulpix whispered in the Houndoom's ear "Look. Pretend to faint when the Dragonair attacks you with dragon rage, and you'll be in the clear." He disappeared again with faint attack, and the Dragonair used Dragon Rage to hit the Houndoom.
He feigned being knocked out. His master wouldn't believe he was weak – he would believe that the Dragonair was super-strong. After all, he was the strongest his master had.
Jake recalled his Houndoom. "That Dragonair's powerful. So I think I'm going to take it for myself!"
The trainer standing by HIS Bayleef snorted. Infuriated, he called out his other four pokemon. Jake tried to recall his Bayleef, but the trainer stood in the beam, preventing that from happening.
Chris sighed. A beat up Skarmory, an evil looking Sneasel, a starved Misdreavus, and an exhausted Rhydon. This jackass was a moron, as well as evil.
"Kani, you know types. Take the advantage of whatever you know will work!"
(Right. Mathrara, hit the Skarmory and Sneasel with heat wave. Both are weak to the attack. Anekiro, make sure that Misdreavus doesn't get near me, or the Sneasel. Their attacks would hurt. I'll deal with the Rhydon.)
Mathrara burst into flame (he was powered up from being hit with all those fire attacks), and fired a heat wave. The Skarmory fainted, and the Sneasel apparently couldn't see straight (it attacked something to his left with a slash). He knocked it out with a flamethrower.
Anekiro hit the Misdreavus with thunderwave, then began to attack with Twister. It retaliated with Psybeam, but he shook it off. They continued battling.
Kani, taking pity on the Rhydon, knocked it out in one blow with a psybeam (it was already in sad shape to begin with). She then used a psybeam of her own to deflect the Misdreavus's.
Anekiro, grateful for the opportunity Kani had granted him, struck hard with dragon rage. Mathrara jumped out of nowhere with a faint attack, and the Misdreavus passed out.
Jake couldn't believe it. His entire team was defeated by two lousy pokemon and a Dragonair. He swore, and dove for the other trainer, trying to get his Bayleef. If he couldn't have it, no one could.
Chris sighed, and punched the other trainer in the gut, just before he flew into him.
Kani, catching on to what Chris wanted, used confusion to knock the evil trainer out.
It was kind of a shame. The kid was fifteen, and apparently not used to brawling. Chris was eighteen, and HAD to learn a few tricks to survive. Living in the 'bad side of town' DID have advantages - sometimes.
Jake tried to suck in air, trying to recover from when the bleeding heart trainer knocked the wind out of him. He felt something hit the side of his head, and he passed out.
Chris wearily looked at Kani. She was almost in tears. (It's just so wrong…)
"I know."
The Bayleef moaned, then opened its eyes. (What… happened? )
Chris sighed. "Your trainer tried to attack me when I defended you. I defended myself."
(Jake got what he deserved… thank you.)
Chris sighed again, heavily. He reached into the trainer's belt, and found the one that he'd tried to use on his Bayleef.
He then shattered it into pieces on a rock. A shard scratched him, but he ignored it.
(What…)
Chris and Kani exchanged a glance. She shook her head, and Chris sighed. "That's all we can do. Your former trainer has no hold on you, any longer. But I can't release the other pokemon. He rigged his pokeballs somehow, that they don't work for anyone else."
(Every ball does that now. It's to "protect the trainer's pokemon".) Kani shook her head. (Even for your pokeballs as well, Chris. It's just that I've weakened the enter / exit mechanism so anyone can leave the ball if they want to.)
Chris nodded at Kani's comment, then turned back to the Bayleef. "Well, good luck."
The Bayleef regarded him carefully, and then ran off. She was mostly healed by the super potion, and wanted to get as far as possible away from Jake before he woke up.
Chris smiled faintly as a few wild pokemon who'd witnessed the battle cheered.
He then led the others a safe distance from 'Jake', and then looked them over carefully. "Everyone ok?"
(We're mostly ok. Anekiro took two psybeams, though.)
(I'm tired. Really, really tired. It's all I can do to hover.)
"Kani, teleport us outta here, before he wakes up and goes looking."
She nodded, and they disappeared.
Jake woke up, and looked around. He could tell he was missing a pokeball.
He swore when he saw the fragments of it on the ground. Now he'd lost that Bayleef, thanks to that stupid bleeding heart. Pokemon were tools, and then this fool goes and tries to make friends with them…
He swore profoundly. There was no way he could get that Bayleef back now. It knew his scent.
Chris sighed. "Another early made camp. Kani, is it me, or am I hearing more than I used to?"
She nodded sagely, while Chris grumbled over a tangled cord. (Oh, of course you are. You're getting stronger, all the time. Your mind has practice now on managing it's telepathy, and it can now receive more now. Your senses should be somewhere beyond line of sight.)
"Then why didn't I feel…"
(I didn't. That you wouldn't isn't a surprise.)
He sighed, and continued to work. He paused, as an idea hit him. "Hey, Kani?"
(Yes? )
Chris grinned, and asked his question to her. She thought it over for a while, then nodded slowly, amusement clearly written on her face.
His grin grew wider. So it could work…
A/N: What Chris asked about will NOT be demonstrated anytime soon. Feel free to guess what he suggested. Get it right... meh. Some RP toy, or something? I've got a massive list of e-gifts (not real) to give away, and I haven't used most of them.
I got bored one night.
And yes, I use meh in real life. I also call people flamers, what's your point?
