Chapter 1
Author's Note: Hello my lovelies! I'm back with a new installment of Duty Calls! I thank all the visitors and readers who read the last installment. And special thanks to CaptSpeed for following the story! Anyway, enough of me. Onto the story! Take it away disclaimer!
Disclaimer: Cherri here doesn't own Pokémon or its characters, just this story. Suing her will be a waste of time! Also, this story contains strong language, violence, and gore so read at your own risk!
Cherri: heh, if I did own Pokémon...uh...heh, let me not go there.
Duty Calls
"Ohh come on!"
Morty Matsuba was never a lucky person when it came to nature. The clouds hated him, the rain hated him, the flowers and the bees, even the grass hated him. The blonde wasn't a very fortunate guy when he steps out of his house. So when it started to rain heavily, soaking the male from head to toe with water, it wasn't a rare sight to see him curse at whatever gods lived above. Morty trudged through the heavy rain, muttering obscenities under his breath. The streets of Ecruteak City started to clear as people ran for cover from the rain. The blond frowned. Ecruteak was known for its eerie air and ghostly presence, the peculiar weather however, always came from Morty's appearance outside. As soon as he got home, the blonde vowed to take a shower, dry off and dress, curl up wtih his ghost Pokemon and watch television. Despite their cold bodies, the Pokemon made the man feel safe and comfortable. Taking a turn, Morty silently cut through an alley Ecruteak possessed many of. His walk was silent for the most part, the man feeling at ease even though he was wet. Suddenly, a splash was heard behind him.
'What the hell?'
Morty made no move to look back, picking up his pace. He could feel the hard stare of the stranger behind him. He began to walk faster and faster until he broke out in a run.
"I said this before and I'll say this one more time, where is he?!" Whitney growled in frustration. The Team Rocket goon she had cornered was too busy groaning to answer her question. 'What a pussy...I only shot him in the thigh.' The pink haired assassin cocked her gun in place, getting closer to the Rocket goon. "Fine, since you don't want to answer, I'll have to resort to more painful measures." Before the pink haired girl could pull the trigger, a yellow and purple blur crashed into her, the gun falling out of her hand and slid a few inches away. The Team Rocket goon jumped up and limped towards the street, his hand on his thigh. With quick action, Whitney grabbed the gun and shot the goon, the man falling down dead near the sidewalk. 'Damn...I shot him in the wrong place...' Groaning from behind her caught the assassin's attention. A growing headache began to form in Morty's head as soon as he got up from the slightly flooding ground. Morty looked up, his eyes immediately connecting with a cold pink one. "Omg I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there. I swear I heard something chased me and I broke into a run- holy shit is that guy dead?! Oh my Arceus, I didn't see anything I swear-" The blond haired man felt hard metal smash into his temple making everything go black.
'Ohmigosh Morty?! Whitney! What did you do?!'
'I hit him with my gun. What's it to you?'
'What's it to me?! You dumbass, that feminine body of yours has more power to hurt than a steel bar itself! You could of put him into a coma!'
'Why do you even care? Is he your boyfriend or something? The little fucker deserved it. He messed up my mission.'
'No he's not! He's a close friend. And boohoo on your mission. Think about others than yourself Whitney.'
'Why you little-.'
The blonde man groaned, squinting his eyes from the harsh light up on the ceiling. The two females stopped bickering, Jasmine rushing over to the injured man. "Oh my Arceus! Morty are you ok?!" The blonde squinted further, his eyesight coming back to him. "Jasmine?" The brown haired girl giggled, nodding her head. "The one and only! Are you ok?" Morty flopped back on the bed, groaning. "No, I feel like I've been hit in the head by a ton of bricks, I don't know where I am, and I'm hungry..." The brown haired girl giggled again, handing the blonde water and some aspirin. "Well, for starters, you're in Blackthorn. Strawberry here hit you in the temple with a gun and knocked you out. I'll get you some food in a bit." The blonde nodded, taking the aspirin with the water. A few seconds of silence went by before the blonde's eyes widened. "Wait?! I'm in Blackthorn!? How?! I was in Ecruteak not too long ago!" Whitney rolled her eyes, roughly throwing a set of clothes at the blonde. "Oh shut up dipshit and put those clothes on. Everything will be explained later." And with that, the pinkette left. Jasmine sighed, handing Morty a bunch of Poké balls. "What the? These are mine too! Jasmine, why am I in Blackthorn and where the hell am I?" Jasmine sighed once more, turning around so the blonde can get dressed. "You're in the J.O.S.E Headquarters." The brown haired girl turned back around when the blonde finished and caught her friend's look of confusion. "Excuse me?" The girl rolled her eyes. "Just come on. Everything will be explained."
"J.O.S.E, it means:
Johto's
Own
Special
Elite...s. It's a top-secret organization that deals with terrorist attacks, government safety, and regional deals and whatnot."
Jasmine looked back at her friend once she wrote the acronym on a white board, one of her eyebrows raising at the sight of her friend's face. The bewildered blonde didnt know what to say. He's good seen plenty of acronyms in his life. He's seen good ones, bad ones, and the ones that made you go "what the fuck were they thinking?!" Of course the latter resulted in a face of pure mockery and disbelief. Jasmine frowned, recognizing the mocking look on her friend's face. Yes the acronym was weird for an elite group of people, not to mention it was a Spanish name nonetheless, but there were smart people associated with said weird acronym and it didn't settle quite well with Jasmine that her friend was basically ridiculing them. Silently of course. Before she could scold the blonde haired man, a loud voice attracted their attention.
"Why do I have to train that blonde dipshit?! It's his fault he ran into me!"
"Whitney, I don't have the time to argue with you. Just go in the office."
Jasmine and Morty looked towards the door, watching a scowling Whitney walk in, an exasperated Lance right behind her. The pink haired female angrily sat in the leader's seat, mumbling under her breath. Lance rolled his eyes at her behavior, pinching the bridge of his nose while he faced Morty and Jasmine's direction. "Alright let's make this short and sweet. Your name is Morty, am I right?" The blonde nodded meekly, his throat drying up considerably. Lance intimidated the blonde. Despite his godlike complex, Lance's fierce persona could melt a person in a puddle of fear without even trying. The red head nodded silently, giving Morty a small smile, scaring the blonde even more.
"Lance quit smiling. Your scaring him. A man of your caliber will strike fear in children than to make them feel better. Especially with that smile."
Lance growled at Whitney's statement, turning around to scold her. But before he could get any words out, she spoke first. "Alright, listen up you blonde bitch. Since you botched my mission with your clumsiness and shit, I'm forced to train you into becoming an assassin like me. I own you now, you're my slave. You can't complain, whine, beg for forgiveness, run away, commit suicide, etc. Your ass belongs to me now, capiche?" The blonde stared at her in shock, the room filled with silence. The pink haired girl looked at the three frozen persons in the room and scoffed, flicking her hair back and leaving. Lance cleared his throat, breaking the clearly uncomfortable silence. "Well she basically explained...everything. Well, sort of. You were relocated to Blackthorn so you can work in the organization for accidentally witnessing the murder and also to stop you from going to police and voice concern. I assigned Whitney towi be your mentor, she'll teach you all that you will need to know. And since it seems like you and Jasmine know each other, you can go to her with questions as well. It's only for the best. We don't want Giovanni coming after you since I'm sure he knows that you witnessed one of his grunts being killed." Morty silently nodded, robotically getting up from his seat. The man didn't manage to make a single step before passing out completely.
(To be continued)
Author's Note: Finished, finished, finished! I'm really proud of this chapter to be honest. It sort of shows the humor I possess while writing. It sure did take a lot of time to edit though! I love the personality i gave to Whitney. She's not a cute, sweet girl anymore! Change, change is hella good! Remember, questions, reviews and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is welcome so please don't be afraid to share! Next chapter is coming soon so stay tuned! Sayonara for now~
-Cherri
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