Chapter 4

A/N

It was some time since I updated, yes, but a lot of schoolwork is bugging me. I'm glad I get many reviews, I hope I'm done soon with the revamping on my other one. I hope it will be finished soon, or the reader(s) might think it's discontinued forever.

"Talking"

'Thinking'

"Shopping stupidity"

When John woke up in the PokéCentre, he didn't wake up in a pleasant way; he woke up with a shock.

"AAaah!" he screamed. When he saw what the reason was, he was shocked, "Ka-Boom? Why did you do that for?" he asked, the electric ball Pokémon crackled with electricity in fury.

"Voltorb! Vol voltore, torevol! Vol vol vol! TOORB!" it screeched, it was mad at its trainer because he had left it in the forest with that smoking Scyther, and it had to make all the way through the forest into the PokéCentre to find its stupid trainer.

"Sorry, Ka-Boom, I forgot, I swear I won't do that again, please, please, please?" he begged, the Pokémon spun around once, nodding.

All of a sudden, a window was kicked up and in jumped a brown bird. Farfetch'd, only this time it didn't have its stick. It leaped up on John's bed and stood on his chest, glaring at him.

"Far, fetch arfet, fetch'd?" it quacked, pointing at one of its wing with its other one. It wanted to know where its precious leek was.

"Your stick? Ehh, I gave it to the Scyther, and it, um, smoked it," he explained. The duck looked at him for a while, and started to get teary in the eyes. Tears started to run down the ducks eyes and it wiped some of them. John tried to give it some sympathy but it bit him on the hand.

"OW! Stupid duck!" he yelled, pushing the brown duck off him, getting up from his bed. "And you know, I could've been killed back there because of you!" he then half shouted at it. It looked down in shame, quacking a little.

"But, I'll make you an offer you can't refuse," he then said, sounding exactly like Don Corleone. Farfetch'd and Voltorb fell down animé style. "I'll buy you a new one at the shop if you want to be my Pokémon!" he then said in his normal voice, smiling like an idiot.

Farfetch'd pondered for a while, wondering if it should or not. But it nodded, smiling evilly inside. John was overjoyed and picked up an empty pokéball and attempted hurl throw it at the brown duck Pokémon. But since he was such an idiot he threw it backward since he let go off it when he pulled back his arm, the ball went flying backwards and hit the wall, bouncing back and hit John in the back of the head. He collapsed on the floor with a loud thud.

Farfetch'd sweat dropped and Voltorb fainted again.

"Darn, I gotta learn how to throw properly soon," John moaned, picking up what he thought was the pokéball, but it actually was Voltorb he picked up. He hurled it properly at the Farfetch'd and it hit it right in the head, making it fall down.

While the brown duck rubbed its head in pain, and John stood there like an idiot, Voltorb got up and rolled at its stupid trainer, blowing him up in anger.

"VOLTO, Volt or vol orb!" it furiously said, not liking to be mistaken for a pokéball. The soot black John apologized to his Pokémon many times, promising not to do that anymore. Farfetch'd shook its head, sighing, and walked up to the pokéball and patted it with its beak, letting the red beam suck it in.

"Huh? Where'd it go?" John wondered, not having noticed that the duck Pokémon had entered the pokéball by itself. Voltorb rolled up to the pokéball and patted on it, releasing the duck Pokémon. "Oh, there you are," he then said.

Then the stupid idea came up to him; he jumped up in the air shouting, "YEAH! I got Farfetch'd!" When he jumped up he had to land, and he tripped while landing and fell into the wall.

"OOOOWWW! AAAAAAHH! EEEOOOWWIIEE!" he screamed, bloody red in the face yet again. Farfetch'd looked at Voltorb, who just sighed… somehow.

Later, when John had been fully healed, he checked out from the PokéCentre. He headed for the PokéMart to buy a leek for his Farfetch'd so he wouldn't break his promise.

Inside the Mart, he walked to a vegetables stand, where a lot of different vegetables were sold, he walked to the shopkeeper.

"Hello, sir, I would like some leeks, good quality by the way," he said. The shopkeeper looked at him suspiciously. He was almost bald but some hair was at the sides of his head, he also had a thick moustache.

"Why do you want good quality?" he asked.

"Well, uh," John stammered.

"You don't happen to have a Farfetch'd, do you?" he asked suspiciously. John nodded. The suspicious look of the shopkeeper then turned to a happy smile. "Good! Just come 'round the back!" he finished.

At the back of a store, they were in an oriental room, and the shopkeeper sat down on his knees on a carpet. John did the same and released his Farfetch'd.

"So, eh, you got any special leeks or something?" asked John. Farfetch'd gawked at all the different leeks that were at the walls, it resisted the urge to steal them.

"I can see your Farfetch'd is a brave fighter," the shopkeeper said in a religious voice, holding a leek carefully in his both hands. Farfetch'd stood up proudly.

"Yeah, it left me to get killed by a Scyther yesterday," he said, only to get slapped by the duck. "Hey, it's true!"

"This, is a legendary leek," the shopkeeper continued in his religious voice.

"But it looks just like the other ones," said John matter-of-factly. The old man glared at him.

"SILENCE!" John shut up immediately. The shopkeeper continued: "Farfetch'd test this amazing weapon while I tell your trainer the background of this legendary weapon." He gave the leek to the duck who stood up and tested swinging with it.

"If you must know," he began, "the dark Rayquaza leek; picked up outside Viridian," he told john, who was enthralled by the story. Farfetch'd practised some moves, which included swinging horizontally, vertically and stabbing. Spin slashes and jump slashes.

"It has slain many lives, but only those good for its own kind," the shopkeeper said, "and it's said to be the only of its own kind."

Farfetch'd grew tired of the leek and ate it up. Only John noticed that, since the shopkeeper was still busy telling the story. The duck Pokémon quickly realized what it had done and quickly ran up and grabbed another one.

"This powerful leek is said to have overpowered many prehistoric Pokémon."

Farfetch'd broke one of the leek in half and threw it in a bin, sweat dropping, it quickly running up to get another. The shopkeeper looked at the duck and smiled.

"He seems to like its new weapon," the shopkeeper said cheerfully, in his normal voice. John was sweating like crazy, he thought the shopkeeper would notice, but he hadn't.

"How did you know it was a male?" John asked.

"Experience, my fellow trainer."

"Oh."

"So, will you be buying this QUALITY product for only 2, 50 Pokédollars?" he asked, stealing the leek from the duck. Farfetch'd nodded at his trainer, he liked that leek very much, since the 'legendary' was just crap.

"Yes, but do the parts come-" started John but the shopkeeper interrupted.

"No! Parts DON'T come separately," the old man announced.

"And the-" John asked again, but was interrupted yet again.

"Batteries not included!" the shopkeeper said, quite annoyed. John sweat dropped and Farfetch'd fainted.

John extended his hand and let some metal objects fall into the shopkeeper's hand. The metal objects consisted of two yellow bottle caps and one metal screw.

"What the hell is this?" the shopkeeper inquired, pointing at the objects.

"The gold one is one Pokédollar and the silver one is a half," he explained. The shopkeeper took up a magnifying glass and studied the 'money'.

"So this is what Pokédollar looks like, I mean, I get it from people everyday, but I never really look at it," the shopkeeper said, a little stupid. OH NO! JOHN'S STUPIDITY IS CONTAGIOUS!

"But I can assume I get the right amount… somehow. But HEY! I bet the shopkeeper who runs the pokéball shop doesn't know how it looks like either!" he then concluded.

After the leek shopping ordeal John walked down the streets of Pewter, heading for the gym. But for some reason, he let his Pokémon out of their pokéballs.

"So guys, do you think you'll make the first gym battle?" he asked Voltorb and Farfetch'd who practised with his new weapon.

Voltorb tilted its body, not knowing what to say.

"The battle is going to be so Fetch!" Farfetch'd said.

"Farfetch'd? Did you just talk?" asked John, very shocked by that event. Farfetch'd sweat dropped.

"Uhh, Far, fetch'd farfetch'd!" he then said.

"Thought so," john then said, returning his Pokémon. He doesn't know why the hell he called them out in the first place, gosh this is so stupid.

So, will John get his first badge when he's battling Brock? Only time will tell.

To be continued…

A/N

So that was my chapter, I hope I can proceed quicker on the rewriting, since I will always celebrate with a new chapter on John's unfortunateness (that wasn't even a word.).

I hope you liked this chapter, I don't force you to. But I could use some suggestions… my creativity seems to be failing me, where it usually does on trainer fics.