Chapter6-Rock hard Trouble-
After a brief stop at Viridian city, buying pokemon supplies at the local shop, they didn't do much. There was a drunk old guy at the middle of the street, couple of people staring at Sora, which bothered him. Another thing was, Yasha was still following them.
"Why are you still following us!" In middle of nowhere, Sora exclaimed, calling attention to them. They were at the outskirt of the city where an old abandon gym stood half collapsed next to them. Looking through the broken window not caring much about the approach, Yasha replied, "I'm worried that you're hurt Bulbasaur. And he was my good pokemon. I won't able to defend myself."
"But you still have Squirtle! And it's Yohan." Bulbasaur winced when he heard that, still displeased with the name. "Alright, you can come with us. We're already getting glances from people. More the merrier." Michael felt glad the fight was over without advancing into more complicated things. Sora walked over to the foot of the gym's entrance, doors locked shut with wood and nails. "I guess we'll have to go to the other gym. No one's here."
"Why did we came here for? Let's go." Yasha retorted, leaving the gym. This was how Yasha deal with everything, Michael thought. She complains after someone spoke, then Sora make a smart remark. It was cycle of useless conversation.
"You don't talk very often." She grunted, staring down at his face. Michael couldn't stop his reaction from looking away, slightly crooking his head down.
"I try. Conversation move too fast." He let it out with the mix of sigh. Yasha grunted again as a nod then looked away, searching for a wild pokemon to catch.
The group arrived at Pewter city, despite Yasha's attentive nature they only meet some weak pokemon and trainer, usually bug catcher. Yasha wasn't in a good mood, instead of concentrating on the battle all the trainers' eyes went to her as they want to call out their pokemon to attack HER. She didn't like fighting trainer, but that was the only way to get good experience.
And again the crowds eyes was flying towards Yasha.
"Can we go somewhere else where there's less people?" Yasha voice was weaker than normal, still keeping the irritated tone. Whispers was okay, but the loud ones who saw them as pokemon mocking them and analyzing them was giving them more attention. Yasha tried to keep low, making her large body closer to a dead rat.
"Alright." Sora, also uncomfortable getting stares, lead the other two trainer to a nearby alley making a hole in the crowd. It was a small crummy alley enough room to make a line. They walked till the voices and murmurs gradually disappeared on the other side, then Sora relaxed her arm in arm leaning on one wall facing them, "Arg. I hate crowds."
"Well our opinion finally matched. But where are we going?" Yasha also relaxed herself into crouching on her haunches. Michael leaned between both, looking back at the people crossing behind the dark alley. "I really want to go to than this dump."
"This place isn't a dump! There's a active gym here by somebody name brock!" Sora retorted slightly getting up from her position. "You can win a badge."
"I know that! I'm not stupid! But who needs badges anyway. I could control my pokemon without them." Yasha her head to to the entrance of the alley, watching the boy gaze upon a invisible sting. "What are you looking at?"
Dragged out of his subconscious Michael still stared off as he spoke, "Nothing."
"Well, you're freaking me out." Yasha said getting up. "Let's hurry up and beat the brock guy so I could go to ."
"All right." Sora propped herself upright and guide them to the gym, looking at the city map she snatch from the pokemon center evading stepping on to a busy street. Safely without collision they stood from of the Pewter gym. The building was a grey like a rock carved into a block shape, on the top a sign was engraved:
Pewter Gym
Gym that Rock Hard
Yasha thought of making a comment, but it was too much waste of time to start a argument. They entered the gym, foot step echoing across the gym. There was nothing inside the gym floor marked with line forming a big circle in the center, which only less then half of it could be seen. Someone had noticed them coming in. The lights came on, dizzying them for a second, seeing a figure standing on the opposite side of the gym when their eyes adjusted.
The man wasn't so tall, showing off his great build by not wearing a shirt. He looked weird. The slender eyes focused on them, the man spoke,"My name is Brock. Who is the challenger?"
Sora noting the two not responding, she answered back, "I am!" She walked up, her toes on the white line held out a pokeball. Brock lowered his eyes, looking disappointed. Sora stood still, getting nervous of the response.
"Another Pokemorph" Brock said raising his arm backward, slinging the pokeball into the ring. The Geodude came out, squinting it's eyes.
"Rock type, eh. Yohan, you can take care of this." Fumbling her fingers till she reached the right pokeball, she throw it out to the center of the ring. Yohan came out with the splash of red light. Although Brock words bothered her, Sora smirked, knowing she was going to win making her feel better.
"Yohan, use vine whip!"Behind the bulb pair of vine stretched out from the side, lashing at Geodude. The crying Geodude soon fell off it's levitation with a violent thud.
"No! Geodude come back!" Geodude was sucked back to it's pokeball. Sora wondered why Brock looked so shocked. Everyone knows rock type is weak against grass type. He seemed to came out of his shock, holding another pokeball in his sweaty hand.
"This will surely beat you. Go Onix!" Sora yawned before the large rock snake five times her height, which roared with grainy hoarse voice. Brock looked like he was mocking her by getting out a large pokemon to intimidate her. Yohan seemed to understood her, whipping Onix with vine whip. Like Geodude, Onix felled, stone body coming undone.
"No!" Brock was about to kneel down and plead. "You won fair and square. I'll gave you the boulder badge." Sora walked into the ring and caught the badge that was thrown to her with her hand. This was too easy. If all gym leader were weak like this, she had to become a gym leader. She stuffed her badge in her pocket with the other stuff and picked up Yohan to gave him a big hug.
"Anyone up for challenge?" Brock facial changed back to the first time they met, like he forgot about losing. Without a word, Yasha took out Squirtle, "Yea, yea, enough with the cliching greeting." Brock was unchanging like a rock, who took up a different Geodude to fight her.
While Yohan was squeaking happily in her arms along the side line with Michael, Sora thought of what Brock said. Another Pokemorph Someone like her and Yasha on a pokemon journey? She never thought of herself as a Pokemorph, thinking Pokemorph as part of human, but at this moment, her Pokemorph spirit had sprouted or something. She needed to find out who she or he was, and even meet up.
As she guessed, Yasha won only using her Squirtle. Yasha took the badge before Brock could throw it to her. Michael and Sora walked up to them on the rock plateaus, pushing back Yasha, Sora spoke to Brock before Yasha could whine back, "I don't mean to sound offended, but what did you mean by 'another Pokemorph?"
Brock looked at her seriously, almost scowling not wanting to talk about it. "There was another... thing like you who challenged me. There's lot more Pokemorph challenging us these days, and most are polite, but this one Pokemorph..." He pause there for a second, clearing his throat for something important. Sora knew the room grew darker for the next word. "...acted like a Mankey."
"...No, I'm not offended, I'm fine. Err, I mean thanks." Sora said uncomfortably as she dragged Michael out, Yasha sulkily following behind. Sora didn't know why she did that. Maybe it freaked her out that she bought up the topic about Pokemorph, or overexcitement that there are other Pokemorph in the Kanto area. She was freaked out about how Brock's eyes was so thin anyway. Think about it...
"Hey, Michael you didn't battle." She said. Michael was getting up, being interruped by Sora, scowl a little. "I don't think I'm ready. Maybe the next gym, I could."
"Yea, you're not ready. You couldn't beat my Ratata." Impassive Yasha spoke from behind, peeking over Michael's shoulder, who jumped a little. Michael eyes glinted with rebellion till he remembered Mew whimpering back. Sora was about to say something to Michael when they saw a man walking up to them, their chat coming to a halt. He was a middle-age man wearing a lab coat like a pokemon professor. He stood eyes to eyes at them except for Yasha.
"Ah, what a nice day to see such a refreshing group of kids." His face shone of flowers and sunlight, taking Sora and Michael's shoulder and dragging them to the back of the gym, which Yasha had to come along, grumbling. Under the shaded area.
"Can we have a little talk?"He said to them again.
As surprised she was at the sudden interruption, Sora gathered up some courage. "Uhh... Who are you?"
"You can call me ."
Chapter7-Rock Hard Trouble 2-
Prof. Normad let them go, backing off as they saw Yasha coming, who got bumped and snarled. When Yasha was beside them, Prof. Normad wipe himself off staring at Yasha, then smiled evily. "No need to be frighten, my child. I just want to see your pokemon for research."
Sora looked down at her Bulbasaur. She had him there so it musn't be him, them which one? Why did he wanted to see ONE of their Pokemon? She raised her head again, Prof. Norad not getting tried of smiling. Before she could reply, Yasha spoke in a harsh tone, pointing her index finger to herself. "You're not talking about ME, are you?"
Prof. Normad snickered, pushing the crocked glasses back to his nose. "Oh, no, no. I'm not interested in Pokemorphs. There are pokemons that squeak 'Mew' like the legainary Pokemon Mew. Isn't it funny."
"You mean..." Sora stopped. Mew? They wanted Mew the Nidoran. Think about it, there was a news recently about a new Pokemon call Mew.
"Uhh... mine?" Michael said, finishing Sora's sentence. The professer seemed to grin as Michael call out his 'Mew'. Mew sat comfortably on the grass looking watchfully at before running to Michael's legs and shiver.
"...Why did she do that?" Michael said, concerned. Yasha leaned forward and snarled."You're the one that hurt mew."
Prof Normad laughed hearing that. "Heh, you're a weird kid. Maybe you all figured who I am." Michael was the only one looking curious, Sora and Yasha eyes locked at the doctor and around. Pokemon only coward front of people if they had some kind of abuse from that person.
When snaped his finger, adults dressed in blacks clothes marked with a big red 'R' on the tee shirt jumped out from the brushes and the trees. Yasha and Michael inched closer to Sora to distance from the obvious Rockets.
"Now, now children. We won't harm you unless not following orders." He said still putting on a creepy smile. The half-circle of the rockets got smaller getting closer to them, laughing and boucing their pokeball in their hands. This was not good.
Yasha looked like she had a good idea, or something to say back to them. She called out Venonat. "Why would we give up so fast. Venonat, supersonic!" The little fluff-ball creature wiggled it's anntenna, noise not reaching to Sora and Michael. The Rockets pluged their ears with their hands twisting in pain. Normad did the same, helplessly watching at them pushing the Rockets aside scrammbing out of there. Even in pain Normad yelled. "You won't get away with it! We will find you another day. Gaahhh! The pain!"
Walking out of a corner they came upon a city. They gone a little farther to get out of any crowd of people, which would had been safer to be right now, and lose the rockets off their tracks. They came to a tall grass field bound to be filled with Pokemon.
"Phew, glad to get out of that but what was that about?" Sora said looking at Mew. "We should had asked something before running away from them."
"Well, I'm sorry. I couldn't think about anything else but to get out of that mess." Yasha said, not really apologizing. Sora nor Yasha talked so Michael decided to spoke out.
"Maybe my Mew has something to do with 'Mew'. I don't know what or who is Mew though." Mentioning her, Mew came closer to Michael begging attention. Michael ignored waiting for someone to reply.
"You're right. Mew squeaks 'mew' considering she is a nidoran." Yasha kneel down observing Mew reaching her claw out. She felt a tingling sentation on back of her skull. She flipped backward holding her head tightly as she could, screaming.
"ARRGGGRAAAAAAGGGG! What the heck!" The pain faded away. Rolling on her back she stood up, stomping toward Mew angrily. She didn't know what just happened, be she know it was that rats fault. Mew might be a cute little Pokemon, but it might had a vendetta against Yasha.
"WHAT DID YOU DO YOU STUPID NIDORAN!" Back of her, Sora and Michael was holing her arms, unable to throw it down on Mew. Yasha settle down, lowering her arm but glared at Mew, still angry from the pursue.
"Maybe Michael is right. Or it wasn't a act, was it." Sora said little scared off from Mew.
"No, it wasn't. It did Psychic to me! Rockets is on our tails and Mew doesn't like me or something. So, what are we going to do now? Run around till Team Rockets catch us?" There wasn't anywhere they could go. Team Rockets were everywhere. Sora remembered reading them on Newspaper in her home, Vermellion and Cinnibar on to no good. They could just be behind your backs. They could only continue their Journey like they were.
" isn't filled with them. Only annoying Zubats." The others noded their head in agreement. "Let's head for !"