Disclaimers: Refer to prologue.

Notes: First go at a pokemon fanfiction; humor me.

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Chapter Two: So we're the villains; we rule (sarcasm intended)

Some few hours later resulted in Mitsuko getting lost and incredibly annoyed. Not that it wasn't all that hard to get lost in the first place; she was only ten, for crying out loud. And although it seemed that all other ten-year-olds had their own in-built map sensory junk, she was left to ten different trails and a hell-of-a-lot of evil looking bugs that she didn't want to have to face.

Hm… yes, today really wasn't her day. Why was it that they were being forced to do this in the youngest stages of their delicate life? She couldn't place it as to why, couldn't bother like hell, and had to swerve to avoid another rock that threatened to get in her way; of course, only that was possible if the rock could move, or it was a graveler or something.

And that wasn't the point and now she was talking to herself and attempting to keep herself company without going and insane and wasn't doing this meaning that she was insane?.!

The heroine-that-wasn't ended up taking a break a little after that, messing around with her new wristwatch that her mother had commanded she take. She didn't want it; it was too large and bulky and annoying… and it was missing a radio card. Too bad: any noise was better than what she was listening to now.

That being… well, what it seemed to be was three guys singing really off key and high on something that they shouldn't have at all.

Anyway, getting past all that, Mitsuko ended up finding New Bark Town two days later and wasn't in the best of moods, mainly because she wanted to have a bath and couldn't, not to mention going to the bathroom was a highly embarrassing affair. Yes, this life was just so much better; she rolled her eyes.

Entering the town, she wasn't all that surprised to see people running around and yelling stuff to each other, going on about 'theft' and the like. They never seemed to learn from their mistakes, and it also looked like the police hadn't been of any help at all.

Judging by the incredibly large building that was dumped right in the center of the town, it had to be the labs in which she was supposed to get her very first pokemon. Of course, if anyone had expected her to be excited and jumping for joy, they were sorely disappointed.

And she was annoyed with all the people crowding around the only entrance: all she wanted was to get here and back. And probably get herself some more supplies and the like, dammit. Not to mention her sleeping patterns were all but messed up now, thanks to the fact that she was not about to get any shut-eye with bugs crawling about. Although how getting a pokemon fit into that, she didn't know and was too lazy to care.

The blue-haired police officer was yelling at the crowd; "Please stand back! This is a crime scene! Everyone go back home and--"

Yes, yes, the usual problems and all that. It wasn't hard for Mitsuko – who had chained her bike someplace back – to slip by unnoticed, because there was only one police officer in the first place. And even as a ten-year-old she knew that it was very, very pathetic.

She stepped into the lab and was met with… and lot of white. White and all that usual junk one would find in a lab. It didn't take her long to find the crazy guy who was the nutty professor here and she poked him in the back.

"What?.!" He tripped off his swivel chair and collapsed in a heap.

Yup, really pathetic…

"I'm supposed to be here to get my first pokemon," she explained bluntly, watching as the nerd-professor-dude-thingy attempted to stand up again and regain some sense of dignity. Not that it helped much.

"Oh… right… actually… there's a problem… and how did you get in here in the first place?" he blinked, only remembering just then that this was, indeed, a crime scene and ten-year-olds weren't supposed to be in there, "Are you going to help with the problem?"

"… What?" Mitsuko frowned.

"It's just that… some people came in and stole our beginner pokemon!" he wailed, but she was unimpressed.

"That's nice to know," she turned away, "Well, I'll just go to the pokemon center until you get this all dealt with then, hm? Bye!"

Before he could say anything else – or plead his case – she had already walked off, grumbling under her breath about incompetent professors and police and the stupid world going insane.

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For one reason or another, or maybe because she just thought too much and all in the end, she couldn't help but find it odd that the pokemon center not only healed pokemon, but allowed travelers and trainers to spend the night there, get free food, and all that junk. In all literal sense, didn't they need some form of income? And if they did, where the hell did they get it then?

Not that she should really be complaining about it, she admitted, as she locked the door to her room so that she couldn't be disturbed by running nurses and other trainers. From what she had heard, from them and other passer-bys, the 'bad guys' had gone off, 'infiltrated' the lab and got away with no problem at all.

Her theory on it was that they walked in, took them, and walked off. Because from what she'd just done not all that long ago, it was so pathetic that it wasn't funny.

And this was coming from a ten-year-old.

She flopped back onto the bed, dragging her bag with her and digging through it before unearthing a book. The room was clean enough, rather… sterilized… like all rooms in hospitals and stuff, and the air had been stuffy until she'd opened a window to breathe.

Read, read, read…

Damn stupid place.

Damn stupid age and 'fate'.

Dang… if only she could punch her brother in the face right now… that would teach him a lesson…

Her mental ranting was cut short by voices outside her room; and considering that she was located on the third floor was saying a lot as she could hear each word rather clearly.

"These pokemon aren't worth anything. Seriously!"

"But what are we supposed to give the boss?"

"Pika-pika-cough-hack-hack."

"Dammit, your pikachu is going to have to die one day; either by illness or by my own hand."

"I wouldn't advise it, Eimi…"

ZAP-- "OH SH--"

Blah, blah, blah. Didn't anyone ever shut up? Mitsuko sighed, sitting up as she crossed the room to the window. Shoving her head out and glancing down, she way two people crouching and talking rather loudly. Yup, very conspicuous.

As it was, she was planning to just close the window and go back to her mental ranting, but somehow managed to slip and fall all three stories down the building. And as fate would have it, she managed to avoid major injury as she both hit one of the two figures and a large bushy… bush-thingy. She cursed under her breath.

"OH F--" swore one of them, "WE'VE BEEN DISCOVERED!"

Sitting up in a vague daze, Mitsuko blinked at the two figures that had scrambled up and their pikachu, which was coughing pathetically. Assuming that they were wearing matching uniforms with a stupid, giant R splashed across them and all, and trying to look evil, it wasn't hard to wonder who the hell they were. And the fact remained that she didn't give a damn anyway.

The traditional boy-girl team, they seemed to have wonderful hair-colour sense; wow, pink and fluorescent yellow. And the other funny thing was that the boy had the long hair while the girl had short hair.

Yes, yes, whatever.

"WE ARE TEAM ROCKET!" boomed the girl.

"And we will… uhm… just hand over your money," the boy seemed worried for his partner's sanity and cast her a glance.

"Pika-pika-cough-cough-cough-hack-hack-hack-chu!" could rodents even cough up hair balls?

"PREPARE FOR TROUBLE!"

"And make it… whatever; that is so old."

"SHUT UP, IT'S OUR MOTTO!"

"But why do we need one? What's the point?"

"THERE'S PLENTY REASON! NOW CONTINUE!"

"Fine…" snort, "Make it double."

"TO PRO—where did she go?"

The two looked around curiously.

Mitsuko, having gotten bored with the spectacle, had walked off. And since the 'bad guys' had left pokeballs lying around – that had the New Bark Lab insignia etched in them – she just grabbed them to return. It wasn't about being great and good and the heroine; she just wanted to avoid getting a migraine from listening to the girl's booming voice.

Team Rocket? What kind of stupid, stupid name was that?

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Power to randomness (lol). Mitsuko's not impressed, and for a 10-year-old, she thinks pretty weird, don't we all think? XD

marthawolfer: Well, she made it there in less than a week without breaking any bones XD Yeah, their attitude's are so alike… I can't wait… she's gonna give it a nickname… :P

chrnoskitty: Originality, insanity… I suppose they mean the same thing in the end. And thanks so much (hug) although it probably won't be as focused on pokemon than character complaints XD

Lee Totema: Thanks—

nattie: Thanks :) I believe there has to be one person out there in the pokemon world who doesn't see why they have to do it in the first place, and Mitsuko ended up as that person XD It's just going to go down hill from here…

Celtic Warrior: Nope, she doesn't like the idea at all XD It's a rather large twist, kinda odd :P Thanks for the review.