DB: Whoo! Chapter 1 has premiered!
CJ: A little warning next time! You yelled right in my ear!
DB: You're still alive ain't ya?
CJ: Yea, just not sure if I can hear anymore.
DB: (Grunts and crosses his arms) You know you can always just work on your own. I do have three of my own stories to work on.
CJ: You wouldn't...
DB: Yea, you're right, I wouldn't. Now come here! (Grabs CJ around the neck) Go and enjoy the chapter while I noogie this guy.
CJ: You really shouldn't do that.
DB: (starts noogie assault)
Chapter 1 Reunion (Well sort of...)
"It's so peaceful," A red headed girl says before sighing, her legs swinging back and forth under the branch she's sitting on; the tree growing in a lush garden. Her bright gold eyes watch the lazy clouds above through the foliage, taking in those fluffy blobs as well as every quiver that a leaf made "Right brother?" She asks.
No response.
"Brother?" She asks while turning around, a smile on her face thinking her bro is just zoning out again. The smile instantly vanishes while she sweat-drops, her eyes now starring blankly at the Latios lying on another branch, slumped up against the tree trunk and snoring like a chainsaw. She sighs, then quickly conjures up a mischievous plan and starts jumping over to him.
After a few jumps, she lands on the Latios' branch, then transforms back into a Latias. Carefully she grabs him by the wings and lifts him off the tree by the wings, and flies off.
"ZzzZZZzz..." Latios' head shakes when he realizes he's moving, "Wh-wha..." he can't finish the question, his devious sister had dropped him into the water. After flailing a little, Latios bursts up above the surface, shaking himself violently. "Dammit sis! I hate it when you do that!"
"Awww. Come on, you smelled anyway!" The red and white dragon said through her laughs as their increased. Latios scowls at her while flying around, shaking the rest of the water out of his downy fur. He coos silently from the refreshing feeling, his pride keeping him from admitting it to his sister.
"Well, now that I'm up, I'm gonna go fly around, coming with?" Latios asks his still giggling sister.
"Mmmm, nah. I'll just take a walk."
Latios raises his arms in a shrugging motion, "Suit yourself."
Ray strolls along through the city, his sleeves rolled up and his hands in his pockets, avoiding suspicion by staying in human form. The golden case on his back is the only thing that turns heads, but no-one bothered him about it.
He sighs while moving through the crowds filling the streets. He wasn't claustrophobic, but he still hated having no elbow-room. Desperately needing breathing room, Ray forces his way through the crowd to a street that leads him to a more quiet area.
He smiles at the sight of his favorite cafe sitting on the other side of the bridge in front of him. He crosses the stone masterpiece, glancing down at a gondola passing below. 'Heh, looks like Lorenzo's gondolas are quite popular,' he thinks to himself, noticing several more further down the canal.
Ray finishes crossing the bridge and opens the clear door of the busy cafe, meeting a cold blast of air conditioning in the process. He pleasantly shivers at the breeze and walks over to the counter.
"Can I have an italian beef and some lemonade? Just give me the sandwich and a disposable cup, I'm not going to eat here."
"Sure thing," the girl behind the counter says, smiling at Ray's polite tone. She's wearing a green polo and a beret, but anything below her waist is blocked by the counter. Ray doesn't really care about that, noticing that her hair is in the shape of...
"That'll be 487 Poke, wait here." she says before leaving to go get Ray's order.
A pair of latias wings...that's exactly what her hair-style looked like. She returns a minute later, flashing him another smile while taking the money, then handing over a great-looking, large italian beef sandwich and a disposable cup filled with lemonade in exchange.
"Trying to lay off on the pop," Ray says, giving her a friendly smile. "Don't I know you from somewhere?" He asks while taking his food.
"Sorry, but I don't think we've ever met."
Ray shrugs and leaves after saying his thanks. The teen finishes his lunch in no time at all, wolfing down the 8-inch long sandwich in less than a minute. Deciding to slow down a little, he wanders back onto the bridge and leans against the railing, idly sipping at his drink while watching the gondolas float around on the water.
Eventually he glances over at where he came from and spots a cute girl walking along, there's no way she could've been any older than thirteen. She has on a red tank-top, a white skirt falling to just above her knees, and a red-and-white cap on. Her long, autumn-red hair is tied back into a ponytail which was pulled through the back of her cap. Her eyes flashed in a captivating shade of gold and there is a content smile plastered to her face while she walked toward him, like nothing was bothering her.
'Odd...' Ray thinks, he could've sworn he detected...
"Hey there," Some guy decided to cut off his thoughts again. He has on a black shirt and white cargo shorts, black-hair shaved into a buzz-cut, and shades on over his eyes. He practically screamed "I'm a gangster!" while walking up to the girl. "What's a beaut like ya doin' round here?" he asks while walking closer to the girl, who began shifting around uncomfortably.
'Great...' Ray thinks, starting to walk towards the two. He didn't just think that guy was bad news, he knew he's bad news.
"Nothing." the girl replies, speeding up a little to try and pass him.
"Hey, don't be like that," he says, grabbing her arm so she can't get away. She struggles against the 15-year old boy, but was clearly losing to him, not surprising since he is clearly stronger and bigger than her.
Ray took one last sip of his lemonade before reaching them. "Oy! You! Back off!" he barks, snapping the goon's attention from the girl to him.
"This is none of your business, piss off flyboy," the 15-year old hisses. If looks could kill, that guy would have fallen dead in an instant.
"Got a problem with flyboys?" Ray threateningly asks. Once you insult his goggles, you cross a line.
"Yeah, the fact that they're all pricks, now piss off before I mess your face!" The boy retorts, still holding onto the girl's arm. As if daring Ray to do something, he smiles the most cocky, arrogant, and stupidest possible grin.
Immediately Ray wanted to either choke-slam him into the ground, or vaporize him and that stupid grin with a Luster Purge. He manages to keep those urges pinned down and sighs while bringing his cup up to his lips, but then throws it forward, spilling the remaining lemonade all over the boy's groin area, staining those pure white shorts to a shade of "Wee-wee yellow."
"What the hell?!?!" the goon yells, letting go of the girl during his freak out.
"Look who's pissing now you spaz." Ray spits, glaring at the boy with a look that would make a Weavile run away.
The boy retreats a few steps, his smile quickly replaced with a scowl. He puts the ring, middle, and index fingers of his right hand against his left in a way that makes it look like an 'A'. "You just messed with the west side of A!" He yells, as if hoping to frighten Ray off.
"Yeah! West side of my ass! Now get lost!" Ray snarls, stepping forward in a stomp. People (by now) had been drawn out of their homes and laughed while watching a teenager with soiled pants run away like a scared Rattata. Ray scoffs in disgust before stepping closer to the girl, who just stared at him.
"You alright?" Ray tenderly asks.
The girl nods and cups her hands together, holding them over her belly. "Yes I am, thank...you?" she asks, distracted by Ray's behavior. He started circling her, looking her up and down. She curiously blinks while he smirks.
"Hey Jin," he says, looking right into her golden eyes.
"U-Uh, sorry but the name's Cheryl." The girl replies, stuttering a little.
He thought he felt it from over on the bridge, but at this range, Ray is sure that he's feeling the energy of an Eon coming from her. He couldn't talk anymore, they got interrupted by the girl from the cafe.
"Cherry!" She yells, hurrying over to the two. "Are you okay? Once of the customers said something about..."
"Its okay Bianca, I'm fine." Cheryl replies.
Cherry must be her nickname, but is that really Bianca? Ray thinks. I can't believe it, she's gotten so big!
"This nice guy..."
"Ray." He interrupts.
"Ray chased away the goon that was bothering me," Cheryl happily replies, "Although to be honest, I probably shouldn't have left home without Pikachu."
Pikachu?! This girl has a Pikachu?! But I'm sure she's Jin! Ray thinks to himself in a panic, But Pokemon can't become Pokemon trainers...but...oh god my head hurts... he groans, drawing the attention of the girls.
"You okay?" the girl named Bianca asks. Now that she's out from behind the counter, Ray could see that she's also wearing a white skirt, but this one only reached to the middle of her thighs.
"Huh? Yea..I'm fine. Just a bit of a headache."
"Care for a drink on the house?" Bianca asks, "Least I can do to say thank for helping my friend."
"Can't. The sooner I find my friend and hand this over," he gestures at the gold case, "the better."
Before Bianca could argue, Cheryl quickly says, "Oh well...maybe next time!"
"Maybe." Ray replies, walking away down the street.
"Bye! Thanks again for saving me!" Cheryl yells after him.
Ray only answers with a single wave before rounding a corner.
Once he was out of earshot, Cheryl grabs Bianca by the arm and tugs her close enough to whisper, "We've got a problem." in her friend's ear.
"What do you mean?" Bianca quietly asks back.
"That guy must be looking for me and Latios."
"How do you know?"
"He called me Jin."
"What?!" Bianca asks in a panic, barely keeping her voice in a whisper. She takes a deep breath to calm herself before continuing. "Okay okay...head back home and warn Jabir, my shift's almost done and I'll meet you there. There's a shady area behind the cafe where you can change."
"Thanks."
Bianca gives a quick wink. "No problem."
The two girls give one another a hug before Cheryl hurries off and Bianca heads inside, both oblivious to the two men on the cafe's patio. Both are wearing a long, brown trenchcoat and have a bowl-cut hairstyle, although one had blond hair and the other has brown.
"You heard what that guy screamed after the kid dumped his lemonade on him, right?" The brown-haired man asks his friend.
"Yes. That gang might pose a problem to our operations here." Blondy replies.
"We'll have to see if they're worth the effort first."
The blond snorts, "You really think they can stand up to us?"
"I'm talking about finding where they gather. Once that's out of the way, they'll all go down in five seconds." Brown replies, his face contorting into a wicked grin.
After about ten minutes of walking, Ray finally comes to Lorenzo's workshop, relieved that he could finally relax for a few minutes. Knowing how old the tykes are now, they would be probably be out on the town. That's perfectly fine for Ray...more time to catch up with Lorenzo.
The black-haired teen strolls right into the workshop, then through the doorway into the living room of the house, finding the large, old form of Lorenzo sitting in a chair, watching the news while scratching the belly of a...Pikachu?
'Must be Bianca's.' Ray assumes before rapping on the walls, getting Lorenzo's attention.
"Huh? What's..." he turns around to see Ray there, " Ray! Such a pleasure seeing you again!"
Before Ray could respond, three teens stroll right in through another doorway; two girls and an older boy. The girls he recognizes as Bianca and Cheryl, but the boy, wearing a white T-shirt and jeans which stood out from his deep-blue hair and crimson-red eyes, is new.
"You!" The girls exclaim, remembering Ray from before.
"You?" Ray asks, surprised to find them here. After learning that Cheryl has a Pikachu, he was sure he had the wrong girls...now, not so much.
"Him?" The blue-haired boy asks. The girls told him about Ray, but he was expecting someone a bit...tougher looking.
"Me?" Ray asks, now utterly confused. "Lorenzo?" he asks, wanting an explanation.
"Lorenzo?" the teens repeat, surprised that this stranger knew the old man's name.
"Jabir?" Lorenzo asks, surprised that Latios (the blue-haired boy) didn't recognize Ray.
"Lorenzo!" Latios yells, thinking the old man just gave away the secret.
"Jabir?!" Ray asks in surprise, astounded that the pokemon that couldn't shapeshift is now disguised as a person. This only served to make his headache a little worse.
"Pika!" Pikachu yells, clutching his head in his paws. It was too much for his little mind to handle, he collapsed right over onto the table he was standing on.
"Alright, the next person to give a one word sentence gets smacked!" Lorenzo bellows, infuriated at the confusion.
"But grandpa! He..."
"Is here at my request." Lorenzo finishes.
"And we weren't told about this because?" Jabir asks, more than a little upset.
"I can't surprise you with an old friend?" Lorenzo counters.
Jabir's face turns into a confused stare as he turns from Lorenzo to Ray. He stares for a few seconds before asking, "That you Ray?"
Ray only responds by triumphantly smirking.
DB: (gets up off the floor, nursing a hard punch to his head) Geez CJ, did you really have to deck me?
CJ: I told ya noogying me was a bad idea.
DB: Sourpuss.
CJ: Ignoring that, anyways...in case you forgot from Trigger, Jabir is Latios' name and Jin is Latias'. Cheryl is a fake name Latias uses whenever she's out in public, also going by her nickname "Cherry".
DB: That's right. Also, Lat...er, Jin's hat is the same hat Ash left behind at the end of Trigger and she also takes care of his Pikachu (who also stayed behind). Poor Ray, that must've been so confusing.
CJ: Right, and did he mess with the wrong guy? What about those other two men at the cafe? For those answers, you'll have to be patient and wait!