Alright, Here's part 2. Just so my page doesn't get cluttered, after the fourth segment (yes, there will be another part), I'm gonna post this as a completed story in the first arc of this series. So, anyways, if you are reading this, I'd like to say thank you for the taking the time to stop at my page for anything and if you feel like reviewing it before I post it as a fic, you can pm me if you want. As they say in show business, the show must go on! Here we go!
One again, for this and subsequent chapters I don't own yoshi or pikachu or more or less every character I use, unless otherwise noted.
I guess I got myself into quite a fix this time. Damn mad scientist with their mind altering experiments. Oh, you don't know me huh? We'll I'll introduce myself. The name's , I'm a pikachu, just one type of a species who for some reason were named pokemon. Yeah, the pokeball thing works for captured ones but what about the ones not captured. I think we deserve a cooler name!
cough, cough, well may'be I'm getting a little off topic. You see, I'm a wild pikachu from a faraway country. Well, I wasn't always a wild pikachu. I once had a pretty decent trainer who helped me evolve and learn some nifty moves. But then, this mad scientist and his grunts showed up. He set up this pokemon playground trick. At the time, I was pretty friendly, so I caught the bait. Fortunately for the other pokes who were caught, his men slipped up and the place was shut down. But for me, the first customer, I was long gone. He destroyed my pokeball and had me locked up in a cage. I was shipped off from base to base for about six months or so before I ended up in the asshole's airbase.
So you see while I consider myself a wild pikachu now. My trainer has probably forgotten about me, after all I was told that any poke that got caught like me would be reported dead if this groups plan went to shit. Besides, my pokeball's busted, so it's not like things are the same even if I went back.
Anyways, I came here to this island after escaping some mad scientist who was trying to create enhanced pokemon using a drug that makes them angry. The pill lasts about five days, explaining why I'm me again. Actually, I'm surprised I'm me again. That asshole said that it usually kill the pokemon in about a day or so. He attributes the success to my electric body structure. So naturally, I got pissed off at the guy and shocked him into unconsciousness (hey, I was on drugs, what can I say?) and jumped off his ship and landed in the ocean. I landed on some unknown island on the fifth day or so, regaining consciousness from my madness and insane hunger. Of course, I began to rampage, scaring a few odd looking pokemon and getting into a fight with a green verison of one.
Let me just say the fight didn't last long. My starvation allowed me to waver just long enough for the guy to knock me out with an egg. And then... wait, an egg! Damn it!
oh well, the story isn't quite over yet. I'm still here, right? so the story isn't really over yet.
"Ah my head," I shouted, in my language.
"Huh, oh you're awake," said a voice.
I looked up and I noticed I was in this stone hut, and I looked up to some tools, and a big green dinosaur like pokemon looking at me.
"Woah, hey man not so close," I shouted. "I may not look it, but I'm from the streets."
The green pokemon looked at me with a curious look on his face and said plainly: "What's a street?"
I sighed. "There is no way I'm gonna explain it to you, I don't even think it's worth the hassle," I said. "Who exactly are you?
"Well, my gave up my first name when I was a child to become the leader of my clan, so I now simply go by the name of my species, Yoshi," said the green pokemon.
I gave him a puzzled look. "Why'd you give up your name?"
He then looked at me and said plainly: "You know, I've never really thought about it. It's just tradition in my clan for the green one born once a generation to give up his name and become the leader."
Just as I was about to say more, suddenly, I heard an explosion!
part two posted 8/26/09