Disclaimers: Refer to prologue.
Notes: First go at a pokemon fanfiction; humor me.
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Chapter Three: "I'm NOT a Hero!" – quote; Mitsuko
Trudging back to the lab took her longer than she thought, although it might have been just because she didn't really want to be there, but whatever. It was all part of the non-existent plot that had thrown her into this situation in the first place, and she wasn't all that happy about it.
Well, on the bright side, she got lots of exercise this way, whether she wanted it or not, and no one could complain about her not getting enough fresh air and exercise in the end. Then again, who was going to bother to complain about THAT?
No one, as far as she knew.
Looking about her, and being completely ignored by everyone, Mitsuko tried to plot her surroundings, failing miserably. Pouting to herself, the child tried to work out what she was supposed to do now, and then remembered that she was wearing her pokegear; the giant, heavy, bulky thing was actually a hard thing to forget in the first place, but she had. Oh yeah, she was supposed to call home sometime as well… or she could just pretend that she'd been eaten by a giant bear or something… that might work… if there had been bears…
Poking at it, she experimented with the keys, hoping that something of use would pop out and actually help her out of the mess she'd found herself in. Eventually, the screen lit up onto a map, although how it was so accurate (at least, that was what she was hoping for) she'd never know. A few minutes later she was able to relocate the lab.
It was night now, and the crowd that had been there that morning were gone, probably to eat or do whatever they were supposed to be doing rather than making a racket by the lab. Of course, that didn't stop the police offices from crowding around, but they seemed to be on a coffee break and didn't notice as she walked past them.
Yes, they really did need to bring up the standards of the police force in this area, that was for sure.
As she had guessed, the professor she had left behind in his own wailing despair was still in that position, although he had managed to get the chair back up and was sitting on it again. He wasn't paying her any attention until she dropped the three pokeballs right in front of his face.
This, of course, caused him to fall backwards again. How the swivel chair survived with such treatment, one could only guess.
"What… huh? Huh?.!" He spluttered, unable to string a group of words together to make a proper sentence.
Mitsuko couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the older man. Like, he was old. Probably in his thirties, balding and… wait, why was she rambling about that to herself at this point of time? Bleh.
"I'm assuming that these," she waved a hand at the pokeballs rolling around on the table, "are property of the lab."
He scrambled up at this, ignoring the pitiful display of his chair on the floor, and stared at the pokeballs like they had dropped from the sky… and onto his head. Mitsuko was beginning to wish she'd done that to him instead.
"So?" she asked, inclining her head and waiting for him to stop ogling the three objects.
"Oh. Well, then," he coughed, standing up straight, "you must be that wonderful hero we've been hearing about!"
"Say… what?" She wasn't liking where this was going. It had a really bad feeling to it. "I just found them and returned them."
"But you smited those who stole it! … Didn't you?"
"No way! I'm ten years old, for crying out loud!"
"So you've never heard of the trainer known as Ash Ketchum?" the professor frowned at the blank look on her face, and he expanded on it, "He's a trainer who tends to stand around and help people who need it. A model pokemon trainer!"
Mitsuko blinked, "And I'm supposed to care?"
"Don't you have idols? People you admire for their training abilities?"
"None in particular…"
"Don't you want to help people and be known as the greatest champion of all?"
"Nope."
"… You are one very, very strange child."
"I'll take that as a compliment," scratching the back of her head, she looked down at the pokeballs, "anyway, I'm supposed to choose my first pokemon, so can we just get this over and done with?"
"Ah yes. Well, let's see if they're doing well," he allowed each pokemon out before turning back to her, "I'm Professor Elm, by the way. And you are…?"
"Mitsuko." She would have said 'pleased to meet you', but that was far from the truth.
"Right then, Mitsuko, we have the three basic pokemon here… hey! Get back here!" Elm ran across the lab in chase of Chikorita, who had decided that it didn't like being where it was and attempted to get out. "Anyway. You have fire, water and grass, as you can see… stop fighting!"
He waved his arms around wildly at this, but to no avail. The three pokemon clearly didn't respect him and hated each other with a will. Ah, the wonder of wild animal life forms and how their brains worked…
Totodile was attempted to drown Cyndaquil, who was trying to toast Chikorita, who was still trying to get out of the lab, and Elm had been caught in the middle of it all. Mitsuko, being the child she was, found this all pretty amusing.
"I have to admit they're pretty cute," she commented, before adding, "and highly energetic. Are they always like this?"
"… Stop… running… fighting…" mumbled the professor, paying her no attention.
"… Anyway," she looked over the three and pointed at each one in turn, "Tiny-looking dinosaur, potato shaped green thing, and… how would I describe you?" Mitsuko bent down to inspect Cyndaquil further, who ran behind her to avoid being sprayed by Totodile, which meant she was hit instead. With a sigh, she extracted a taser she had in her bag for some reason and walked over to poke the water pokemon.
Glancing down at the fainted creature, she blinked, looked at the taser, noticed that it was at full power, and shrugged.
"Well, I don't like water pokemon all that much anyway…" her eyes traveled over to where Elm was still struggling – wrestling, if you will – with Chikorita and decided in an instant that she didn't want that either… "Potato-body-head-thing."
So that left one last choice, "So, do you wanna be my pokemon or stay with the professor?" she asked Cyndaquil cheerfully, who nodded furiously. Apparently, anyone was better than Elm.
Mitsuko grinned, picking up the fire pokemon, "Welcome to the non-existent team, Flame!"
Elm glanced up at this, "So… you're the sort who gives pokemon odd nicknames…" Chikorita bashed him in the head.
"Hey, old man, it's either that or Sun Cancer. Both names are pretty good, now that I think about it," the ten-year-old replied huffily.
"I remember a trainer who used to give her pokemon odd names," the professor continued to muse, "She called her first pokemon Water Spout… and it was a Chicorita."
"… Okay…" Mitsuko was beginning to hope for a distraction, or at least an excuse to walk away already; the first of the two options was answered.
The wall on the far side of the lab blew up spectacularly and, surprise, surprise, the boy and girl from the previous chapter walked in, coughing as the dust filled their lungs. Their Pikachu, of course, was already coughing all the time, so that wasn't anything exciting or amazing.
"I told you! This isn't going to work Eimi!" the boy hacked, rubbing his eyes, "And I thought you were going to use the explosives later… so we could EAT!"
"WE CAN EAT LATER!" was the shrieked reply, "FOR NOW YOU!" She pointed at Mitsuko, "HAND BACK OUR STOLEN POKEMON!"
"… Why?"
"BECAUSE WE'RE AT LEAST FOUR YEARS OLDER THAN YOU AND WE CAN BEAT YOU UP!"
"Eimi…" groaned the boy, rolling his eyes, "I don't like beating up little kids… besides, what's the point? I just want dinner…"
"DAMN YOU CHESTER! CAN'T YOU THINK OF ANYTHING BESIDES YOUR STOMACH!"
"Yeah… the fact that I'm missing school for this."
"…" As Eimi blew up, Elm looked to be in a state of shock, Chikorita was STILL trying to get away (in which, the suspicion that, if it could talk in an understandable language, it was trying scream "save me!") and Cyndaquil, affectionately nicknamed Flame, didn't seem to care the least while Mitsuko tapped her foot against the floor, arms crossed, and waiting for something to happen.
"Pika-cough-hack-hack-choke-cough-cough-chu!"
And the Pikachu was still coughing pitifully. Sad, really.
"ANYWAY! WE SHALL HAVE YOUR POKEMON!" Eimi had clearly given up on yelling at her partner, and threw a pokeball in the air, which hit the ceiling before ricocheting against the wall, "GO ODDISH!"
"No fighting! Please!" Elm burst out, "This is a science lab and--"
Whatever else he was about to say was cut short as Mitsuko's Cyndaquil opened its mouth and a jet of fire shot out unexpectedly, frying everything in the process. The new trainer glanced down at it.
"Are you tired?" she asked.
"SMITED! SMOTED! AGAINST A MERE CHILD!" lamented Eimi, as she, her Oddish, the Pikachu and Chester were more or less hit by the flames. "WE SHALL BE BACK!" She threw down a smoke bomb that didn't work and they ran off.
Mitsuko had no idea on what had just happened, and decided that it was better not to ask. Elm was going on about the lab and heroes and whatever else a crazed bald guy could go on about, and she left the place.
"I will be so glad when I can get out of here…" she mumbled, Flame agreeing with her readily. Well, at least she had a pokemon that could burn the forest if it annoyed her too much.
She stretched as they made their way back to the pokemon center. "Ah man, I'm so tired and I still need to call home and… oh my freaking gosh! Is that a pokemon doll?.!"
As it seemed, childish tendencies never left at all.
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And thus begin-eth the oddities. ;) Not to mention Mitsuko will eventually meet the pokemon trainer who has a tendency to give odd nicknames… XD So all that's left now is her 'rival'… :)
Celtic Warrior: Thanks XD
marthawolfer: She's a lucky person, one has to admit XP Yeah, I take my time… I think the main idea is to keep people guessing… or just wonder 'what the hell'… XD