A/N

Okay, everyone, I was made aware of a critical fuck up that occurred when I moved my doc from google to ffn's document manager system. Mainly, it performed a surgical strike to remove a single word from the worst possible position. Mainly, when I was saying that it was not exactly limited at 4.

The 4 move limit does not exist in this story. That should be obvious since Grimm knows 5 moves prior to receiving his boon, but I just want to make this a public statement over what happened since it seems people are damn confused over it.

Anyways, on with the chapter. This time with more silly Humor in the beginning. Gotta earn that tag after all.

Enjoy it if you want

"Grimm! You're able to move around!" Ash yells in excitement, doing that 2 arm gesture he does a lot. The hell is that even called?

My eyes flicker to the fight, seeing that Sneasel is thankfully following my command and Heracross is doing much more wild attacks. Good, sloppiness leaves openings.

"Yep, Brock proclaimed me well enough to move. Under strict orders to participate in any battles, of course, but that's fine. Larvitar is still out though," I casually reply, hoping Ash keeps being distracted by me long enough for Sneasel to at least get in a few hits.

It may be a dirty move, but Ash has more of an advantage than others. He knows I'm a literal Dark Type Pokemon, and we certainly don't play fair.

"Well, I'm sure that you'll feel better soon! And then we can have that battle! Pikachu seemed really fired up," Ash continues, before realizing that the battle wasn't put on hold via a loud crashing noise as Heracross accidentally Horn Attacked one of the rocky outcrops after a particularly wild swing.

Sneasel immediately took advantage by using Quick Attack to slam into Heracross, dislodging him from the rocks, and Slashing his exoskeleton with her claws.

Heracross quickly responds with a wicked Tackle empowered by his wings, but Sneasel was watching out for this and managed a partial dodge with a Quick Attack.

It still didn't mesh well with the high-speed move, and Sneasel went careening for a little bit before tumbling to the ground. She got up reasonably fast though, so it must not have been too bad.

"Come on Heracross, you can do it!" Ash cheered, doing a fist pump dramatically. Man, I wish I had half the flair for dramatics when it comes to body movement as this guy did.

Holy shit, did Heracross just get faster? Heracross was now blurring across the impromptu battlefield, fast enough that the speed was comparable to when Larvitar was using Outrage.

He's not even doing a damn move, he's just using his wings. It's a good thing that Heracross doesn't learn Agility, or I'd probably tell half my team to just forfeit against one. Bug/Fighting is already a nasty prospect for anyone on my team that isn't Alonso, but if it could learn agility? Oh boy.

I opened my mouth to shout out a new order, only to be interrupted by a large explosion of black smoke filling my vision and, more importantly, my now burning lungs.

By Arceus, what the fuck? Did they lace this smoke with peppers or something?! It felt legitimately painful, and I could feel my eyes watering as pinpricks of pain started showing up in them.

The smoke quickly dissipates, leaving me to cough my lungs out and furiously wipe at my eyes. Thankfully, the effects only seemed to last for a few moments once the smoke dissipated, but it was still awful while it lasted.

I open my eyes again, blinking a couple of times only to- Is that the fucking Team Rocket Terrible Trio with my Sneasel and Ash's Heracross in a cage? Oh, fuck no, I will curse these jackasses out again if I have to.

A massive air balloon with a large R was floating above us, a cage hanging underneath that held both of our Pokemon. Sneasel tries to Scratch at the bars, but it had no effect besides making a loud 'Clank!' and a couple of sparks.

Oh, there's the idiots finally jumping to the sides of their massive damn balloon to give their introduction. Shame I won't let them finish that shit, it's a waste of my time.

"To protect the world from devastation!"

"To unite all people within our nation!"

"To denounce the evils of truth and-"

"Shut the fuck up already! I will shank you if you don't let our Teams go!" I yell up at the duo currently hanging off of a balloon.

"Oh, it's the rude Mega-Twerp again. I see that nasty mouth of yours hasn't improved at all," Jesse replies smugly, not thrown off from me interrupting them.

Then again, they were apparently above us in that hot air balloon so they definitely saw me and noticed me. I guess they remembered I didn't have the patience for them to drone on and on about their made-up unofficial motto.

It's not even the actual motto for the greater Team Rocket organization and it changes almost everything from the real one. Although, this is why I consider them a different entity than the actual Team Rocket. I guess I should call them the Rocket Trio or whatever. The point is I'll just stab them, not grievously wound or possibly kill them.

Eh, most of my plans for the Team Rocket organization don't involve mass murder anways. I'm an asshole, not genocidal. There are plenty of ways to ruin an organization and see it burn that don't involve executions by association. There will most likely be some murderation though, I'm not going to be scrupulously moral about a criminal organization.

Sneasel gets a furious look on her face, and I get the feeling that I won't have to personally shank them. Funnily enough, the top of the cage wasn't solid so Sneasel easily slipped her arm through the bars and stabbed through the bottom of the balloon's basket.

"Hey, hands off the balloon! We spent all our money on this, I won't have you destroying this one too!" James exclaims, shaking his fist at Sneasel.

"Try to break the bars with a Horn Attack, Heracross!" Ash orders his Pokemon, despite seeing a different Pokemon's attack do absolutely nothing against the metal they used.

"Why the hell did you spend all your money on a balloon? Multiple times?" I yell up at them, while Heracross obediently slams his horn into the bars to no effect.

"That's none of your business, Mega-Twerp!" Jesse yells back, slashing her arm in front of her while Sneasel renovates the bottom of the balloon even more. You go girl, you'll stab one of them eventually. I turn to Ash and grab his attention from angrily glaring at the inanimate cage that Heracross was still battering, making the cage swing wildly. Sadly, it looks well attached.

"Can you get one of your other Pokemon to attack the bottom of the basket to detach the cage? My flier is… preoccupied after picking another fight with Pikachu," I ask with a sigh, keeping my voice low so the balloon occupants don't overhear us.

Ash nods once and makes a loud "Got it!" completely ruining my efforts to cover up that we were planning something, before grabbing a ball and turning his cap and winding up for a pitcher's throw. What the hell dude, just underhand toss the ball or open it in your hand.

Ash throws the Pokeball clear into the sky, releasing his Chikorita uncomfortably high in the sky. This doesn't seem to bother either of them though since Ash immediately begins yelling orders to his Pokemon.

"Use Razor Leaf on the bottom of their basket, then Vine Whip on the cage to pull it loose!" He orders, receiving a yell of "Got it!" from Chikorita before the blade on her head glows for a moment.

With a swing of her head, a torrent of leaf blades shimmer through the air and cut right through the bottom of the basket, tearing it to shreds in the process.

Sneasel looks mightily upset about this, considering she was currently still in the process of trying to stab the bottom and her arm was clipped by the attack. Fuck, I hope she doesn't hold a grudge over this. I really don't need my team wanting to run into Ash more so they can fight his team. I know it's a pipe dream, but I can hope dammit.

A Vine Whip shortly followed, a pair of tendrils snaking around the entire cage before yanking it clear off of the balloon and sending it hurtling towards the ground.

I dutifully ignore how Sneasel looks to be considering stabbing the vines out of spite, and instead take off towards where the cage is going to impact. The Trio in the balloon above cry out in indignation, but it's their own fault for being so obsessed with easily destroyable balloons.

The cage flips twice in the air, and suddenly the smell of Ozone fills my nose as Pikachu cracks off a Thunderbolt at the balloon. A large explosion fills the air, and I'm left glad that Pikachu knows the meaning of restraint whenever he blasts Alonso for being annoying.

They don't blast off into the sunset, but the charred and destroyed balloon does fall to the stony ground with a crunch and a clatter. Team Rocket and their assorted Pokemon all quickly vacate the now burning balloon and get into a fighting stance.

I pretty much just ignore them though, instead favoring looking over the cage for any locks keeping it shut. I quickly found one, and with a furtive glance around to make sure none of the Rocket people were looking at me before charging up a Scratch in human form and slamming my hand into the lock.

It shatters into pieces, much to my surprise, scattering shards of metal around me and slicing into my hand. I wince and shake out my hand, using my uninjured hand to open the cage door for Sneasel and Heracross, with the pair immediately taking off to go fight their would-be captors.

Why did that lock break so easily? Whenever I use moves in human form they are much weaker, so I only thought it would cut into it a bit and I'd have to work on it for a while…

Humming to myself and ignoring another explosion, I reach down and pick up some of the shards. Turning them over in my good hand, I notice that they are a different color than the rest of the cage.

Did… did they buy a top dollar cage and skimp on the lock? That's such a basic thing, and they don't have excuses since I know they have been criminals for a long time at this point. Isn't there a Team Rocket basic training camp or whatever? The fuck do they even teach there?

Okay, wait, not the time. Currently a battle is going on. I turn my attention from the shards of metal to the ongoing scuffle. It… wasn't much of one at this point. Meowth was desperately trying to dodge Sneasel's flurry of attacks, Victreebel favored eating James' head instead of attacking, and Arbok was getting thrashed by a combination of Pikachu and Chikorita.

The door to the house we were staying in was thrown open with Misty, Brock, and Nick all running out and shouting various things. I don't bother responding, since I feel like I should really pick out the shards of metal still embedded in my hand before I get yelled at and forced onto bed rest over a hand.

LINE BREAK

With Team Rocket mopped up and sent packing, giving us an excuse for why Sneasel and Heracross looked like they went through a grinder with all of the small wounds they had, I got to settle back in for my first night no longer confined to pseudo-solitary healing.

This means I actually get to chat with Alonso and Sneasel about what's going on for the first time since we got here. I'm not counting Alonso's sneak-in, we mostly had to be quiet for that.

Changing into Zorua form to help my healing process, I lay down on the same pillow from the makeshift healing room and look at the pair.

"So, first thing's first on our little agenda. Alonso? Stop picking fights with Pikachu. I don't care why, just stop it. You're a Flying Type, he's an overcharged Electric Type who I'm fairly certain could solo our entire team," I order with a deadpan, ignoring his annoyed look.

"Second, don't try to stab Chikorita for friendly fire out of the blue Sneasel. If you want a fight go for me, Alonso, or Heracross. Or just play charades with Ash, he takes almost no convincing to send one of his team out," I continue, causing my second teammate to get a dejected look to match Alonso's annoyed one.

"In any case, we aren't staying with these guys for long. We have our own journey to do, and I don't want to keep delaying it longer. Our first major opponent is Falkner, who is a Flying Type specialist and apparently has an extremely strong team this year," I state, playing up the whole thing in hopes my team focuses on that rather than their desire to fight Ash's Pokemon.

I swear, I'm not going to become random rival #4 for Ash's team to beat up on and get random mid-fight evolutions. Kid's already got Paul for that. The real question is how I'm going to out-jackass Paul for my play of being the villain of the League because I'm not sure I could do that without going into an orphanage for Eevees and punting every single one I see while laughing maniacally with a lighter.

"A Flying Type Specialist?!" Alonso squawks, seemingly affronted by the idea for some reason. Wonder what's so bad about that?

"Yep," I reply, popping my 'p' as I shift on my pillow. "The man has a Pidgeotto or something on the Standard Circuit team somehow, and it's raising fresh hell for everyone. If we can teach Sneasel here an Ice Type move or two we'd mostly be set for it, but I need to find a way to get you some experience fighting other Flying Types Alonso," I state, trying to mess with Omnissiah as a Zorua. Turns out paws do not have fine motor controls for working machinery.

"Don, I have plenty of experience with that. You weren't allowed to be a weak fighter in the Flock, otherwise, you'd be clipped," Alonso replies, giving me a sharp grin.

Oh shit, that's right. Can't believe I forgot that. And here I was worried about Alonso needing experience versus Flying Types when it's probably his specialty.

"Huh. In that case, I should really plan a strategy for Bugsy. Not sure what his Standard team is, but fighting a Bug Type Specialist…" I shudder, though that may be my inner Dark Type talking. People underestimate Bug Types because of how weak their commonly encountered ones are, but I was friends with someone who adored them and I can tell you they are secretly monsters.

Aaand that's enough thinking about that. Hopefully Larvitar decides to join, he'd be really helpful for that gym due to his Rock typing and penchant for throwing whole ass boulders. Speaking of which, I should probably go see if he's awake yet. I want to get my elevator pitch in before Ash works his magic and gets Larvitar to join him.

How does that even work? Sure, he's likable, but how does this guy keep getting everyone to go on an adventure with him and befriend almost every mythical and legendary Pokemon he meets?

Mewtwo is an antisocial fuckwad and even he likes Ash! And I may be no mythical Pokemon, but even I like Ash because of my memories of my old world. I just have a healthy recognition of the shit he gets into and a survival instinct to match.

Just look at today, for example, the literal first day I'm able to go and move around after the Outrage incident and I've already had Team Rocket try to steal my Sneasel. I feel sorry for the poor bastard that would have gotten her though, she absolutely would have stabbed them and gotten confused why they didn't just dodge.

"-but a Bug Type Gym? That sounds awful, if I get close enough to stab them they might hit me!" Sneasel complains, causing me to tune back in.

"Eh, doesn't sound too bad to me," Alonso replies with an uncaring shrug.

"That's because you're a Flying Type, Alonso, you don't take a stupidly large amount of damage from any Bug Type moves that hit you!" Sneasel replies, pointing an accusatory claw at the Murkrow.

Damn, Sneasel is really worked up over this. I think that's the most she's said in a conversation so far.

"Alright, I'm going off to go see Larvitar now. Have fun discussing the merits of fighting Bug Types in my absence," I call out to the bickering pair, not getting any response. Eh, whatever. I can say I tried.

I turn around and get startled by Absol, who was about 5 feet behind me. When the hell did they get there? I was sure they weren't following me for once when I came in here… eh, whatever.

Keeping with my Zorua form, I slowly walk around the house to get to the makeshift infirmary. Of course, it was all the way across and this was a rather large house, so I got to slowly walk to avoid hurting my paw any more than it was.

Luckily, since I'm a Pokemon I don't need to abide by human concepts such as "Disease", "Infection", and "Stitches" for small things like this. Suckers.

The rest of those Reincarnates that aren't Pokemon probably got shafted in their deal. Initially, I was kinda against the whole Pokemon thing but wasn't about to be a whiny bitch about it. But now?

It has way too many benefits for me to want to give it up. I heal fast, I'm tougher, I don't get sick basically at all, I have superpowers, etc etc. Maybe it was getting absolutely crushed by an Outrage only to be better a few days later, but I seriously have much more respect for being a Pokemon.

Well, minus the complete lack of rights and the only people advocating for me are criminal extremists. I should probably go talk to N or someone at some point. Didn't he have a Zoroark or something since he was a kid? I seem to remember that being the case, but maybe that was a popular fanon. I don't remember much about the Black and White stuff, in all honesty, mostly just the bomb-ass outfit that the Subway Bosses wore which I have happily stolen for my own fashion.

Changing back to human briefly to open up the door, I was unsurprised to find that Larvitar was still completely out of it. Well, maybe a little since he's a Pokemon, but he did get hit with something as twice as hard as I did so it was to be expected.

As I close the door behind me, also leaving Absol out there, I change back and shake my now throbbing paw. Larvitar barely shows a reaction to the sound of the door, but that's probably a good sign he's close to waking up.

Guess I'll stay here until I get tired enough to sleep. If that happens at all, that is. I got a decent amount of sleep when I was healing so my body probably won't let me for a while. I left Omnissiah back at the room my team was loaned, so I didn't have much to fiddle with while I waited, but I could still think through what I knew about the gym leaders in Johto.

I could safely ignore what I knew of their teams since it looks like it wasn't consistent at all with the games. Or maybe it is for the Standard Circuit teams? Whatever, I'll know when I fight them. Wait, bad, that's lazy. There's their version of the internet I could use to research. That's a much better idea than just showing up and trying to fight.

LINE BREAK

You know, I'm actually pleasantly surprised it only took 2 hours of waiting until Larvitar woke up. I was less pleasantly surprised when a familiar red aura surrounded him the moment he saw me before his body gave back out on him and canceled the move.

"So, have fun sleeping for like three to four days after our little fight?" I ask dryly, not mentioning that I was also out for quite a while. All I got in answer was a pained groan as Larvitar grabbed his head where my Counter hit him. Yep, makes sense, that'll probably hurt for a bit.

"Trust me, my chest agreed with you for a while after I woke up. Still does when I turn into a human," I say, managing to keep my Schadenfreude out of my tone.

"Wha' hi' me?" Larvitar manages to groan out, burying his head into his pillow. What, does he think that the pillow will protect his head from itself? Then again, I'm pretty sure I've done the same thing with a headache before.

"Oh, you used an Outrage on me and crunched my chest. I had a Counter charged when you did that, so when I got hit…" I trail off, figuring he could piece together the results. I only got another groan in response, but I figured he got it.

"Anyways, when you're not busy with a splitting headache think about the whole joining my team thing. I'm going to go and grab the healer, let him know you're up and have a bad headache and all that," I comment, wincing as my chest and hand pain return as I shift into a human and open the door again. Ignoring Absol's stare, I turn and move towards where Brock was staying. I figured it would just be easier if I stayed human since I need to talk to him anyway and I can't do that as Zorua.

You know, I should learn how to do that. If nothing else I could insult Meowth for his accent if I do it. That may honestly make the effort worth it alone. Free shit-talking material is always worth it.

I was able to cross the house much faster as a human, what with the longer legs and lack of an injured foot, so I made record time towards the room Brock and Ash were staying in. Thankfully for everyone's sanity, Misty got her own room so I wasn't about to be screamed at for waking her up at… what time is it? I glance around for a moment before locating a small analogue clock tucked away into a corner. Ah, 23:36. Yeah, she'd try and kill me.

I knock on their door lightly, trying to make just enough noise to get their attention. I hear a muffled voice inside followed by some clattering and shuffling. The door is eventually opened by a bleary-eyed Ash with Pikachu hanging onto his shoulder.

"Yo. Can you grab Brock? Larvitar just woke up and has a bad headache," I say quietly, keeping my voice down since it's late for most people. I see Ash take a deep breath and look a lot more awake, so I quickly make a shushing sound and nod my head towards Misty's door.

Ash seems to get what I'm saying, nodding and quietly going back inside the room. After a moment, he returns with a half-asleep Brock carrying his bag. I slouch a bit and step out of the way, since my only use is as a translator at this point, and having done my duty of informing the medic I no longer have to do much.

Brock yawns and readjusts his backpack, heading towards the infirmary with a helpful entourage of a sleepy Ash, an even sleepier Pikachu, and a Zorua masquerading as a human. None of them have any medic experience with Pokemon.

Truly the pinnacle of aid for a medic.

The entourage follows behind Brock, with all of us silently heading towards the room. I'm not entirely sure why Ash is following, but it is Ash so the health of a Pokemon is probably enough of a concern to drag him out of bed.

Larvitar barely reacts to us entering the room besides insulting the mother of whoever just opened that door so loudly. I helpfully inform Brock of this, but he seems to barely react besides a small frown as he grabs out some medicine. Looks like a basic potion and some pills. Is there Pokemon Asperin? Pokeasperin?

Brock has Larvitar swallow the pills after some more insults I dutifully translate, then sprays the cracks on the side of his head with the potion. Larvitar lets out a hiss, but sadly not another insult for me to translate. Ash looks like he wants to laugh about the insults, and Pikachu's face is ballooning slightly as he holds back some chuckles.

I lean back against the wall and look up at the ceiling, just mostly waiting for this to be over. Hopefully, Larvitar decides to come with us, he did already technically agree in the cave I think. But he might hold some bad blood over being punched into the ceiling and being injured for so long.

I think he probably works off of power dynamics, so he'll probably come with for no other reason than he thinks he lost that fight. I guess technically he did too since he was knocked out first and I was able to stand up first. Albeit, it took multiple days for me to stand up so it's not like I shrugged it off, but he doesn't exactly know that and I don't plan to tell him.

Brock quickly finishes up, leaving a now snoring Larvitar behind. I raise an eyebrow at this since Larvitar had just woken up and seemed really energetic. Brock picked up on my slight concern and showed me the label on the pills he had Larvitar take.

"Did you just feed him anesthetics and sedatives?" I ask incredulously, my eyebrow reaching my hairline over this. Brock nods, putting away the bottle and rubbing his chin.

"It's safer for Larvitar to recover when sleeping, less painful too. Their kind really enjoys eating rocks and dirt, but to do that they tunnel head first. I don't want him trying to eat and slamming his injured head into the ground," he explains seriously.

"Makes sense, I was just surprised you drugged the probable newest edition to the team. Where'd you even get sedatives that work on Pokemon? I thought we were supposed to be hyper-resistant to drugs and things, don't our bodies burn it out of our systems really fast?" I question, furrowing my brows as I think back to my wiki diving at the Azalea Town library.

"Yeah, there's various medicine that works on Pokemon but it's restricted and hard to access. Normally not available for people, but I can get some due to my status as a Gym Leader and licensed Pokemon Breeder. Some species like Psyduck get chronic headaches, so I keep some on hand for Misty's Psyduck," he explains, shouldering his pack.

You know what, makes complete sense now that he mentions it. Wasn't there a special potion you have to give to a couple of the Psyduck to clear a path in the Gen 4 games? I should really see about trying to get my hands on some, I could really use it if my insomnia gets worked up too bad and I really need to sleep. Just gotta be careful to not become dependent.

"Alright. Once Larvitar is feeling better and makes his decision on joining me or not I'll probably be leaving back for Johto straight away. Think I could get some of that food you gave me to go? It's possibly the greatest and worst tasting thing I've ever had," I ask Brock, ignoring the proud smile that shows up on his face.

"Sure thing! I'm always glad to hear someone enjoying my cooking! Why, I'd be even happier if a Nurse Joy or Officer Jenny decided to let me cook for them!" Brock exclaims, going from normal sounding to swooning over his love of the various Nurse Joys and Officer Jennys in the world. I swear these people are damn weird.

"I'm… going to leave you to it then," I mumble out, wondering how Brock managed to literally gain hearts in his eyes just thinking about it. The only woman around for miles is Misty, maybe he's just going through withdrawal?

A/N This is super late because my friends decided to really get into my 3rd favorite game ever, EU4. Been teaching them shit, and generally having a good time with it.

And then a Tournament started for my favorite game ever, Age of Empires 2, so I've been watching that non-stop for the past few days.

And then I realized I was being lazy so I wrote this chapter.

Peace

-Taldor