Pokemon: Victory Streak Chapter 3: Impatience, a pokémon fanfic

A/N: Today we take a close look into a trio of idiots, who plan on stirring up some interesting fun.

T-Rated Warning: Minor cussing, mild suggestive themes, mild violence, and interesting characters.

September 15, Monday 2:38 – Viktree Academy, Focus Dorm #3-10

After a hectic week of classes, things finally started to cool down. By now, the students have become mildly used to where all classrooms were. The schedule itself was rather easy follow; the beginning class, period one, started at seven forty. There were eight periods in all, and each class was approximately forty minutes each. The school day ended around two fifteen, giving the students chances to train, battle, or have a war. So far, no one dared to start a war or a battle. It was tie-game, with each house having a stale amount of zero victory points.

The fact that no one has made a move yet irritated a certain freshman. The whole reason the silver-haired boy had enrolled into this school is because of their unique way of teaching. And, of course, the chance to go to Everlast Island. The boy stormed up the stairs to the Focus dorms, his Focus badge shining brightly as he did so. The Haunter who was guarding this area gave a lazy glance towards the sour-faced boy and floated away. The boy loosened his dark orange tie as he continued up the wide stairs. When he finally reached the third floor, he walked to the tenth room. A golden plaque was pegged up on the wall. Engraved in the plaque were the words, "Dorm #3-10: Markus R. Harriston, Zyon J. Creed, Snow O. Gray"

The boy's light, gray-blue eyes lingered on his own name, Snow O. Gray, for a while before opening the door. Already, his roommates were in their regular clothes. Markus Harriston, a red-haired fellow, was wearing a casual red sweatshirt with plain beige cargo pants, his feet bare. Zyon, or more commonly known as "Trouble," as the teachers say, was wearing a black and white checkered sweater and dark jeans, a black crucifix around his neck. The two sat across from each other, playing a game of poker.

The room was quite nice. Despite its strange, curved shape, it was very homely. There were a total of three, twin-sized beds that all stood vertically. The beds, with a wooden night table to the left of each one, were to the back of the big room, giving space for a medium-sized table and a couple of furnished chairs. There were two vanity dressers and a wide closet. The room itself was painted a dark orange color, giving it a rather relaxing feel. The floor was hardwood with some dark violet rugs, and a cheap chandelier hung in the middle.

Snow rolled over so his face was on his soft pillow, letting out an angrier, louder, groan.

The two boys paid no heed towards the sour freshman, and they promptly continued their game.

"Check it, Zyon!" the redhead cried, slapping his cards down on the table so the black-haired boy sitting across from him could see. "Two kings! Beat that!"

"Three aces," Zyon said smugly, his onyx eyes gleaming with mischief. The red-haired boy fell back into his chair, grumbling at his loss. While he did so, Zyon quietly placed the same three aces back into his black-checkered sweater, replacing the cards with the ones he originally got dealt with.

"Dude, you've been winning with the same hand for the last four games!" exclaimed Mark obliviously, while Snow gave up getting their attention.

"What can I say?" Zyon chuckled. "I'm a lucky person."

Mark gathered up the cards, shuffling them. Zyon drummed his fingers on the wooden table, waiting anxiously to see if the junior would fall to his trick again. Snow stood up from his orange-blanketed bed, stomping towards the duo. He stood there for a moment, opened his mouth, but then closed it. Obviously, the two seemed to have no interest in him; they thought he was some sort of pokenoob. Or, perhaps, they thought it was gay of him to be a pokémon coordinator when they saw his coordinating outfit. Snow frowned at that thought; many people have judged for what goal he has chosen, but those same people knew nothing about coordinating themselves. In fact, there have been numerous men who had been rather successful as pokémon coordinators.

If they wouldn't listen to him, he would try to use a more nonchalant approach.

"So, how do you even start a war?" the silver-haired boy asked coolly while Mark dealt out the cards for a new round of poker. "Do you just randomly walk up to someone? Pretty sloppy, if you ask me."

"Nah, it's not that simple," Mark replied, who scanned his five cards. "First, you have to fill out this form; it asks you the names of the six people participating, the house you're declaring it to, the type of battle your doing, and the pokémon from each trainer. Afterwards, you give the form to a teacher after the school day. The teacher then creates a 'Declaration of War' (Ha, talk about overly dramatic, huh?) to the opposing house. It takes a couple of days until the war 'officially' starts. It's really long, and no one really declares war in September, anyway."

"And why not?" Snow challenged. "Are they lazy like you two?"

Zyon rolled his eyes. "Look, I would start a war, too. But filling out forms are BORING! Plus, you have to wait, which is even worse. If I want action, I can get it easily without the wait." He put down his hand of cards, which, as usual, held three aces. Mark banged his head against the table before taking all the cards and angrily shoving them into the card box. Bending over to pretend to pick something up, Zyon took out the original cards he was dealt with. "These fell on the ground while you were banging your head against the wall," he said calmly. Mark gave him a grateful look before swiping the cards.

"You do realize I'm never gonna play cards with you, right?" Mark commented.

"It wasn't like I was cheating or anything!" Zyon cried with mock innocence. "You're just a sore loser!"

"Well, what about battles? Do you have to have to fill out a form for that?" Snow asked impatiently.

Zyon blinked. "You know, I totally forgot about those. They don't have forms, but you still need a teacher. Like a war, it has to be afterschool." He turned his chair to face Snow. "You know, for a noob, you're right. Things are going slow. Too slow."

Snow smirked slyly, his eyes gleaming. "So, who should we battle, then? Sandra Ray, from Nature, maybe. . ." Snow liked the thought of crushing his rival in the first month.

"I say we go all-out on Camille Anderman, from Center. Take down the tough first, and then get the noobs," Zyon suggested excitedly, tapping his foot quickly. "Or maybe Roseanne Willerton, from Nightmare. I heard she's really fun." Mark couldn't help from laughing perversely at Zyon's last comment as he placed the deck of cards inside his night table's drawer.

"Although I may not be the best strategically, I can be certain about one thing; it'd be insanely stupid to go against Camille when we have no victory points. We don't want negative points," Mark pointed out, his laughter settling down.

"Wow," Zyon said, impressed by Mark's statement. "You're not a total idiot, after all!" Mark punched him warningly at that remark. Zyon punched him back.

"So I guess we need more people on our side, then," Snow said as he rubbed his chin. "You two idiots aren't much help."

"HEY!" the two boys cried at the same time, their hands on each other's necks, readying to choke. The two looked at each other, frowned, and then pushed each other off. "Idiots," Snow muttered as he shook his head.

"Whatta 'bout that one chick? Liz Valtode, I think her name was, right? She's in Focus," Snow recommended.

Mark placed an arm warmly around Snow, rubbing his chin as he tried to picture who Liz was. "Good choice, you have great potential to be my apprentice. She's a size C, I believe, but I'm sort of swaying towards D—"

Zyon punched him in the gut before Mark could say anything, while a certain dense freshman just stared at Mark with horror. "Okay, that's enough Romeo," Zyon said sharply. "I don't feel like listening to your glorious lecture about your perverted ways."

Mark fell to the floor, still shocked. The black-haired boy swept him off to the side with a broomstick that was tossed into the corner. Snow sweatdropped, and Zyon calmly walked towards the boy. In the corner, still conscious, Mark coughed loudly. "That hurt, you know!" he barked, rubbing his stomach.

"No shit, Sherlock," Zyon called back towards him with a sarcastic tone. "I would've guessed it felt like pillows."

"Maybe we should try to battle a person from each house," Snow said. "That way, we'd have a good idea of their battle strategy."

"Dunno, don't care. I just wanna battle," Zyon said, and checked the analog clock that was just above their door. "We still have plenty of time before dinner. Why don't we go and see if we can find Liz?"

Snow agreed, and Zyon opened one of the windows, which were on the same wall where the beds were placed. The tenth-grader put one foot on the brick, while Snow was opening the door. "What the heck do you think you're doing? We're going out the door!" cried Snow, and Zyon laughed nervously.

"Yeah, the door. . . I knew that."

(Page Break)

September 15, Monday 3:13 – Viktree Academy, Northwest Battle Grounds

"Let the mock battle between Elizabeth Valtode and Mabel Ruhl begin!"

Professor Odecrat refereed the battle with interest. His bald head shined in the sunlight just as his glasses did, his dark eyes watching them intently. It was a rotation battle, with all three pokémon out. On one side stood a Toxicroak, eyes gleaming. To the right of the Toxicroak was a Cubchoo, and on the opposite side, there was a Hoothoot. A medium-heighted girl, wearing the usual Focus uniform consisting of a dark orange tie and a plaid violet and orange skirt with a button-up white tee, stood with her arms crossed, her expression cool and nonchalant. Her dirty blonde hair was tied in a thick ponytail, her side bangs sweeping to the right. Her eyes were a dark orange, which were currently sizing up her opponent's pokémon. On the opposite side stood a honey-haired blonde, who's big, doe-like brown eyes were intently calculating the situation. Even though the girl was petite with a delicate frame, she was a junior. Her wavy hair fell below her chest, and she too wore the Nature uniform. The girl had a Togekiss in the front, with a Glaceon to the right of him, and a Mienfoo to the left.

"Mabel Ruhl, as an older student, will start with the first move of this rotation battle," Professor Odecrat declared.

"Cirrus," the brown-eyed girl said, addressing the Togekiss, "use Water Pulse!" Mabel assumed that she'd start with something easy; the Water Pulse should be able to confuse the Toxicroak due to the Togekiss' ability, Serene Grace, which meant it was more likely for side effects.

The flying-type sent out a ring of water, charging towards the poison-type. The Toxicroak did not bother to move out of the way, and Liz did not call any commands to dodge. When it hit, the pokémon absorbed the water, due its ability, Dry Skin.

"Toxi, use Toxic!" Liz said, and the frog-like pokémon poisoned the flying-type badly.

Mabel kept quiet. Water Pulse wouldn't do any good against the Toxicroak. The pokémon was already at a disadvantage against her Togekiss, due to it being a fighting-type while Cirrus was a flying-type. The light-toned girl decided to use her usual strategy, which would be most effective.

"Cirrus, Double Team." Suddenly, many copies of Cirrus began to circle around Toxi, each one looking exactly the same as the other. Toxicroak looked around, confused by all of the Togekiss. It was Liz's turn now, and she was trying to think of what to do. "Toxi, use Toxic!" She purposely did this to hide her other moves. Obviously, the attack missed, and hit a fake Togekiss. After Liz's move, one Togekiss cringed; it was the real one, and he was suffering from the poison.

'Toxi specializes in close-range moves. It'd be truly stupid to keep him in. Now that Cirrus is poisoned, it'll be easier to tell which one is which. . . Mabel will probably switch him out,' Liz thought.

While Liz rotated her pokémon so Hoothoot was up, Mabel switched her pokémon to Glaceon. Liz gritted her teeth. She was expecting Mabel's Mienfoo to be switched in, but she was wrong. Mabel's lips slightly curved into a small smile. For her, everything was going as she planned.

Glaceon was the quickest, and started with the first move. "Khione, use Attract!" Mabel exclaimed. Sure enough, pink hearts began to swirl around the Hoothoot. The owl pokémon's eyes became pink hearts, swooning over Khione. The ponytailed girl called to her Hoothoot, "Nox, use Hypnosis!" But it was in vain. Nox was head-over-heels for the Glaceon, and he couldn't attack his lover!

Liz had switched Nox with Toxi, but Mabel was already one step ahead of her. The girl switched her pokémon with her Togekiss, and immediately attacked him with a powerful Psychic. Toxi fainted, since psychic-type moves were his biggest weakness.

"Toxicroak in unable to battle. The winner is Togekiss!" cried Professor Odecrat.

"You did your best, Toxi," Liz whispered comfortingly as she returned the pokémon to its pokéball. She told her Cubchoo to take center. Again, Cirrus cringed as the poison continued to get harsher and harsher. . . By now, it had lost a little more than a fourth of its HP.

Mabel commanded Cirrus to use Work Up, and the flying-type pokémon began to strengthen its spirit, raising its attack and special attack power. Cubchoo used Hail, which chipped a little bit of HP off of Cirrus. Again, the pokémon was affected by its worsening poison state. Noticing this disadvantage, Mabel switched her pokémon to Glaceon, taking advantage of the Hail weather.

"Attract, Khione!" came Mabel's voice. The same, deadly pink hearts floated towards Choo, but Liz gave a sudden command, "Evade it and then make it follow you! Make it hit Khione and then use Frost Breath on the ground!" Choo ran towards the Glaceon, the pink hearts hot on his trail. He dodged Khione, making the hearts hit the eeveelution. Choo followed it up by using Frost Breath on the ground, making a crisp, icy surface. Khione ran up towards the icy-covered ground and began to admire her reflection. Beautiful, indeed. . .

Meanwhile, Zyon, Snow, and Mark were making their way towards the Northwest Battle Grounds. Of course, they had searched everywhere except here, where Liz has been all along. The trio noticed the strange hail and hurried to see what they were missing.

"Looks like a battle," Snow stated the obvious when they had reached the grounds.

"Oh really? I thought they were having a slumber party," Zyon said dryly.

Mabel had switched Khione with her Mienfoo, certain that the attract effect wouldn't go away any time soon. Liz expected this, and switched to Hoothoot. The Mienfoo, nicknamed Pan, used Calm Mind, raising its special attack and special defense. Nox had sent out an accurate Hypnosis, making the fighting-type fall into a heavy sleep. Both pokémon were affected by the hail, but the damage was very little. The brown-eyed Mabel decided to switch her pokémon yet again, this time starting with her Glaceon. Liz too switched her pokémon to her Ice-type.

Zyon was growing bored of this battle. Too slow for him. He wanted some explosions. . . Yeah, that'd be really cool. His eyes wandered until he heard some music. It was lively and bright, and he found himself walking towards the source of it. Snow and Mark, who were too caught up in the battle, didn't notice their friend leave.

'I'll have to take my time in this battle. . . Smart moves and smart choices mean a positive outcome,' thought Mable as she analyzed the battlefield. 'Maybe . . . yes, that's the best possible strategy right now.' Mable shouted her command, and Glaceon followed with Swagger. It bulked itself up, making Cubchoo get angry as well as confused. The starry-eyed Choo hit itself in its confusion. Khione followed up with Work Up, raising its attack and special attack. Choo, although confused, managed create a tomb of rocks encircling Khione, lowering its speed. Rock-type moves were super effective against ice-types, but the damage was a bit more less than half of its HP. Rock Tomb was a rather weak move. . .

Again, Khione used Work Up, its stats rising again. Choo hit itself in its confusion. Liz didn't want to switch out to Hoothoot due to the type disadvantage, and just hoped that her dear polar bear pokémon would snap out of it.

"Khione, Ice Beam, now!" cried Mabel, and a beam of light blue ice shot towards Choo. However, the Cubchoo, which had now snapped out of its confusion, was just barely able to evade it because of its Snow Cloak ability. "Choo, use dig, making a bunch of holes on the battlefield!" Liz said, and the ice-type began to borrow its way underground. Soon, the ground was full with holes. Glaceon used Work Up, her attack power becoming dangerously high.

"Now, jump out of the holes and use Ice Beam while spinning!" Liz commanded. She wasn't sure if her Cubchoo would be able to pull it off, but it was jumping out of the holes, the Ice Beam creating a strong barrier with purposely made cracks. The area looked like there were huge globs of whipped cream on the ground.

"An interesting move Liz," complimented Mabel. "Is this one of your contest combos? It's original, I'll give you that much."

On the sidelines, Snow looked at Mark. "She's a coordinator? I wouldn't expect it; I mean, with that slightly tomboyish personality and all," Snow said, looking at the battlefield. The whole ice-barrier was very interesting, and Snow decided that it was a smart defensive move. The Cubchoo was safely underground, and Khione could not enter the holes because of the whipped cream barriers. Mark laughed at Snow's comment.

"Most people view Liz as the cool, tomboyish girl. For the most part, she is, except when she hangs out with Camille all alone. It is really weird, though," Mark said, and silver-haired teen gave him a skeptical look.

"And you know this how?" Snow asked him, and Mark gave him a cheerful reply, "That information is classified, and that's all there is to it."

The Glaceon had tried to break the barriers with her own Ice Beam, but it didn't work. The ice was extremely cold and hard, especially due to the hail weather. There was nothing that could break it, and the now it was the Cubchoo's turn.

"Choo, use Frost Breath when you're ready!" cried Liz. There was a slight pause, and soon an icy haze erupted from the ice barriers, due to the small cracks. It sparkled beautifully, just as a coordinating move should be like, the soft ice blowing elegantly around Khione as it did little damage to her.

"If this was a contest battle then you'd make much more damage, but this attack was rather weak towards Khione," Mabel said, and Liz smiled. "Don't underestimate my pokémon," was all she said, and Mabel blinked. Was this just something so she'd be overly cautious? Or was the blonde girl telling the truth?

"Khione, try smashing the ice barrier!" Mabel said. Despite the weak Frost Breath, the whole thing was very defensive. By now, the hail had stopped, and the Glaceon rammed into the barrier with much strength. It cracked, but the recoil wasn't worth it.

"Okay, now!" cried Liz, and Cubchoo shot out of the ground directly underneath Khione. Cubchoo spun while using Ice Beam, creating yet another barrier and hitting Glaceon. Khione was barely conscious; one more hit and she'd faint. The double attack was very effective due to the element of surprise. Mabel rotated her pokémon so Mienfoo was in. She commanded Pan to use Calm Mind and follow up with Brick Break on the Ice Barriers. At once, the ice shattered, and the battlefield was nothing but holes.

"Choo, Ice Beam!" Liz ordered, and Choo jumped up behind Pan with a beam of ice shooting at it. The Mienfoo had taken little damage from it. Liz then rotated her pokémon with Hoothoot taking center. Mienfoo started the round with a powerful Stone Edge, but missed. Nox used Hypnosis, and was just barely able to hit Mienfoo. Mabel tried to wake her pokémon up, but it was sleeping peacefully. Nox followed by using a powerful psychic attack according to Liz's orders. The Mienfoo would have fainted, but its held item was a Focus Sash, and it was able to endure the hit. However, it was still sleepin

"Your effort was amazing," Mabel said soothingly as she returned it to its Nest Ball. She told Cirrus to take center. The poisoned Togekiss cringed a bit before putting on a brave face. Hoothoot stayed at center, and Cirrus delivered the first move: a powerful Water Pulse. The owl pokémon fell back, becoming confused as a side effect. It hit itself, and Mabel did not hesitate to follow up with Psychic. The injured Togekiss cringed from poison. It was becoming weak from the poison, both trainers knew that. Nox had fainted, and was replaced with her final pokémon: Choo.

"Hoothoot is unable to battle. Togekiss wins!"

"You deserve some rest," Liz said when she returned Hoothoot to its Dusk Ball. Her eyes became suddenly determined. Victory was so close. . . Both of Mabel's pokémon were badly injured, and the type advantage was perfect. Just a few moves. . .

"Water Pulse!" cried Mabel, and Cirrus gave out a strong water attack. "Choo, dodge it and use Hail before jumping in the holes!" Liz commanded. Cubchoo was hit by the Water Pulse, but created a hailstorm before hiding in the ground. Togekiss was hurt by the poison and hail, and it didn't have much more strength.

"Cirrus, use Work Up!" cried Mabel. The pokémon's strength was at its max. The Cubchoo had jumped up from a nearby hole, but Mabel was expecting that. "Cirrus, dodge and use Psychic with all your might!" The Togekiss sent out an extremely powerful psychic attack, making Cubchoo fall to the ground with a painful force. Cirrus fell to the ground, weary and hurt from the poison and hail.

Professor Odecrat looked at both sides pokémon. "Both Cubchoo and Togekiss are unable to fight. The overall winner of this mock battle is Mabel Ruhl, remaining with one pokémon!" he cried. The teacher then walked off, mumbling something about his head and sunburn.

The two girls returned their pokémon, and Liz walked up to Mabel, hand extended. "Great battle, Mabel. Thanks for helping me out with rotation battles, 'cause it was really getting on my nerves," she said calmly, her eyes shining.

"Thank you, but my win was pure luck," Mabel replied honestly. "Khione was just barely to hang in there. You put up a good fight for a coordinator, though."

"Mabel Ruhl, huh?" Snow mumbled and then turned to Mark. "I think she'd be a helpful ally. She's really strong." Mark agreed and began to walk towards them, putting on a friendly smile.

"Hey, you guys are part of Focus, right?" he asked casually.

"Nah, we're just random people who wear these horrible uniforms for fun," Liz said sarcastically.

"She means that we are," Mabel explained politely. "Please excuse her rudeness."

"No wonder," he flirted charmingly, eyes focused on the petite blonde. "The girls from Focus are always most beautiful." Mabel blushed, but looked away shyly.

"H-hey! Don't forget about me, idiots!" Snow called, jogging up to meet them. "I'm from Focus, too!" He frowned at them disapprovingly, his arms crossed. "Anyway, we want you two to team up with us. We want to start getting some victory points. No one else will, and I don't plan on waiting." Liz nodded, her eyes still very cool. Mabel listened intently, quite interested in the freshman's thoughts.

"So, who are we going to battle then? Is there a certain target we're facing?" Mabel asked.

Mark nodded. "Yeah, we're planning to hit all the other four houses." Mabel frowned, not liking that idea. "I think we should battle one particular house, so we know what we're facing against," she suggested, and Liz agreed.

"I say we hit Nature first; although Center may be all-normal types, they probably all know the move Psychic. Our Ice types can take care of their grass, and we'll just have to use strategies from there," Liz said.

"Then it's settled," Snow decided. "We'll hit Nature with battles and then follow up with a war next month."

'And I'll able to destroy Little Miss Sunshine in the first month,' he added devilishly in his mind, thinking of a particular Nature student who he loathes.

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