Third-part of the special!

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon(Just Pokemon Pearl :D)

(In Route 1)

"Hey, Julian, what are we doing here? Are we going back to Pallet Town?" Crys asked the teen. Julian turned, before stopping.

"No, we're going to see if you two can handle something." Julian mentioned casually. Krystee felt her eyes squint into a suspicious glare.

"Is it legal?" Krystee asked, ready to run if it wasn't. Julian feigned a hurt look, while Crys raised her eyebrows at her childhood friend. Looks like the Viridian Forest incident may have emotionally scarred her for good.

"Why, I never!" Julian faked the British accent while Krystee and Crys both showed him an exasperated look.

"Lame!" Crys coughed, looking away innocently, as if interested in the group of flying Pidgeys.

"Anyways, this Route is often the haven of new trainers, especially in festivals like these. I'm going to see if you can handle it." Julian added the last part carefully. Frankly, he just wanted to see if they could avoid being killed by some of the tougher trainers out there.

"Aw, you really are looking out for us!" Crys grinned, patting Julian's shoulder. Julian looked away, about to burst out laughing while Krystee sighed at her friend's naïve nature.

"Alright, I agree. Aki needs the training anyways." Krystee said, remembering that her newly caught Pikachu was merely of level 5, since she had trained it a little this morning, her Bulbasaur reach level 13.

"Hmmm, be careful. Some trainers are tougher than they seem." Julian warned in an ominous voice. Crys stared at him as if he grew another head.

"Wow, that sounded exactly like Nana Jonnie!" Crys remarked, remembering frail, old Nana Jonnie. Krystee immediately recognized Crys' relative.

"Oh yeah! Hey, did she die last year?" Krystee wondered, staring incredulously at Crys. Crys shrugged.

"I don't know. All I know is for her birthday party, we wore black and she was…wait, maybe that was her funeral." Crys' eyes widened. No wonder her parents pulled her away when she was about to set down a present in Nana Jonnie's arms.

"Anyways, you should be finding someone already." Julian interrupted, a little disturbed with the conversation. Crys giggled before running off to meet a trainer.

"Hi, hi! Do you want to battle!" Crys bounced, grinning. The trainer took one look before smirking.

"Alright, but I'll warn you, I'm pretty good!" The trainer warned. Crys grinned even wider.

"Cool! How about a 2 on 2 battle?" Crys asked the unknown trainer. Her opponent nodded, gripping a Pokeball. The trainer threw it and a Pidgey came out, flapping its wings as it took flight.

"Oh, a Pidgey! Go, Collette!" Crys called out her Caterpie, who blinked at the bird. The trainer laughed.

"You expect that to beat my Pidgey?" The trainer said between giggles. Crys remained unfazed, still smiling. Julian quirked an eyebrow.

"Is she insane? Did all the training I give her go to waste?" Julian sighed, remembering how difficult it was to convince Crys that a normal-type can't affect a ghost-type and vice-versa.

"Or she might be using her surroundings for her benefit." Krystee pointed out. The trees surrounding them didn't allow the Pidgey much room to fly in, but the Caterpie could easily maneuver its way around them.

"Who knows." Julian shrugged, turning his attention to the battle. The trainer grinned as he commanded his Pokemon.

"Pidgey, Sand-Attack!" The Pidgey created a whirlwind of dust towards the Caterpie, who squirmed as it couldn't see anything. Crys smiled.

"Alright, Caterpie! String Shot!" Numerous strings shot for the through the dust, clinging themselves to the trees and its branches, though none hitting the Pidgey. Its trainer laughed once more.

"Ha ha ha, that's great! Pidgey, Tackle!" The flying-type shot forward like a missile through the cloud of smoke, only to make contact with nothing.

"String Shot!" More strings filled the battle-field. The Pidgey tried avoiding most of them, however, it was quickly thrown towards a tree, wrapped by a series of String Shots.

"Pidgey!" The trainer cried, looking at the hopeless bird. Crys grinned.

"Collette, Tackle barrage!" Crys said. The triumphant Caterpie began damaging the Pidgey while the trainer looked on. The Pidgey gave one last final croon before being knocked out by a final Tackle.

"Ah, Pidgey!" The trainer cried out, catching the fallen Pidgey before returning it to its Pokeball.

"Wow, that was pretty…smart. I can not believe I just complimented the psycho loon." Julian muttered the last part quietly to himself. Krystee pumped a fist in the air.

"Way to go Crys!" Krystee cried, while Crys turned around to give Krystee a thumbs up before turning back to the trainer. Krystee turned to Julian. "That was rather, a sticky situation."

"…"

"What?"

"…"

"Stop…"

"…"

"Don't give me that look!"

"Don't make a joke like that lame ever again then." Julian responded cooly, watching the fight progressed. Krystee imitated him with her hands, making a face while doing so. Julian rolled his eyes and ignored the brunette.

"Send out your next Pokemon!" Crys called out to the sweating trainer. He looked at her before he took out his pokeball.

"If you say so!" The trainer threw the red and white device, revealing a Nidoran(M). It whined, pawing the ground before staring the Caterpie down, who shivered. Crys sweat dropped.

"Uhm, return Collette! Let's go Gerard!" Crys said, her Squirtle giving an equally menacing look at the Nidoran(M). It was pretty hilarious, two small Pokemon staring each other down.

"Nidoran, Leer!" The trainer said, hoping for the turtle's defense to go down. Cry immediately retaliated.

"Gerard, Withdraw!" Crys said. The blue turtle went back into its shell while the Nidoran(M) tried to get past its handy defense mechanism. Crys grinned, remembering the technique she came up with.

"Gerard, spinning Water Gun!" Powerful jets of water rushed threw its arm, leg and head holes, destroying the previous string shots and hurtling the purple Pokemon towards a tree. As Gerard stood up, unharmed, its opponent weakly stumbled back up.

"Ah, Nidoran(M)!" The trainer gasped. He quickly recovered though.

"Poison Sting!" The Nidoran(M) opened its mouth, letting loose the poisonous attack. Crys gasped as Gerard flew to the ground. Not only was it weakened, the purple spots all over its body indicated the it had been poisoned, although the Nidoran(M) was in a worse condition for now.

"Gerard, return." Crys weakly mumbled, returning the shivering Pokemon. She gripped Collette's pokeball before she threw it out.

"Collette, wrap this up!" Crys said, the green bug shrinking back as it recognized the intimidating Nidoran(M).

"C-Caterpie!" It cried to Crys, who motioned it to the battlefield. It slunk back, watching in worry as the Nidoran(M) pawed the ground once more. Krystee bit her lip.

"She's in a tight spot." Krystee murmured worriedly, fiddling with her jacket. Julian remained calm and impassive.

"No kidding. Her main Pokemon is poisoned and the Caterpie's reluctant, the trainer being the same. If she keeps that up, her Caterpie will fall in a matter of minutes." Julian explained to Krystee, who kept her focus on Crys.

"Yeah, no doubt about that…" Krystee muttered. Crys clenched her fist before ordering her Caterpie.

"C-Collette, String Shot!" The Caterpie released numerous strings of sticky thread, and, though injured, the Nidoran(M) easily moved out of the way. Its trainer laugh cockily.

"Is that all your Caterpie can do? Let's end this! Nidoran(M), Peck!" The trainer ordered. Just as the poison-type was about to hit the Caterpie, it swung over its head with a String Shot.

"Now, Collette, Tackle!" Crys ordered, her eyes filled with determination. The trainer gaped as the Caterpie swung down, much like Tarzan and continued to hit the Nidoran(M), who was unable to reach it. Krystee's eyes widened.

"What…was that!" Krystee was bewildered. She hadn't seen a move like that at all. Julian, too, was stumped. Since when has Crys been this creative?

"Alright Collette, final attack! Tackle, full force!" Crys ordered, the Caterpie sailing towards the Nidoran(M). Its trainer tried to think fast.

"P-Poison Sting!" He said, as the Nidoran(M) opened its mouth, sending minute purple missiles at the Pokemon. Although heavily injured, Collette continued, not poisoned and hit the Nidoran(M) hard, immediately knocking it out.

"Alright, Collette! Way to go!" Crys hugged the tired Caterpie, who tried to escape Crys' harsh grip. Krystee turned to Julian, tilting her head.

"Why wasn't Collette poisoned, like Gerard?" Krystee asked, remembering how easily Gerard was poisoned. Julian though about it before answering.

"I'm not sure, but I think its because of Caterpie's ability, Shield Dust." Julian pointed out. Crys had joined in shortly after giving Gerard an Antidote and waving goodbye to the defeated trainer.

"Ability?" Crys repeated. Julian nodded his head.

"Yeah. Each Pokemon has its own ability. For example, Scalia. Her ability is Blaze, which powers up fire-type moves when Scalia is injured. Each ability benefit's the Pokemon…most of the time." Julian explained. The girls slowly understood. Krystee smiled.

"Well, I guess Pokemon really are unique in their own way." Krystee thought out loud. Crys agreed.

"Yeah! I mean, more unique than when…" Crys was about to start another story when Julian interrupted her.

"Hey, Krystee, aren't you going to battle someone?" Julian asked the brunette, who blinked.

"Oh, I was going to, but I think I'm going to battle sometime later." Krystee smiled, walking away. Julian rolled his eyes. Such disobedient slaves.

"You know we're not you're slaves, right?" Crys pointed out, sweat dropping. Julian turned to her with a smile.

"Of course, of course! Now go to the Pokemon Center to get me some grapes." Julian shooed Crys off, who muttered about ungrateful teachers, off to heal her Pokemon and get some grapes.

Yeah, I only showed Crys' battle. Unfortunately, it took up more than I intended, and I decided to leave Krytee's battle and Team Rocket's plan for the next chapter.

And so, I really didn't explain much about Krystee, Crys and the other Ocs, so I've decided to do some character profiles after every chapter in hopes of taking out some confusion. First up is…

Character Profile:

Name: Krystee Star

Age: 12

Hometown: Pallet Town, Kanto

Occupation: Trainer

Personality: Krystee is usually the adventurous type, though she often gets lost. It takes sometime to get her temper up, but when she does, she explodes, resulting to screaming and thrashing. Krystee is a little naïve and a little unfamiliar with battling, seeing as the only trainer in her family was her father, who died when she was only five. Krystee is very curious, not hesitating to take on a challenge, though she has common sense. She freezes up when someone questions about her, thinking that they are disappointed on how she is acting, much like some of her relatives.

Appearance: Krystee has mid-back brown hair, usually kept in a ponytail or pigtail. Her bangs are separated in the middle with two clips. Krystee has a mild tan because of all the times she spent out in the sun. Krystee has her mother's face, except for her chocolate brown eyes from her father. Krystee is fairly tall for her age, about 5'1 and weighs about 103 lbs.

Clothes: Krystee has an orange half-jacket, with sleeves rolled up to her elbow, which is open to reveal a white tank-top. She had plain blue shorts reaching mid-thigh. Krystee wear white knee-socks with orange sneakers. Her bag is white and she usually hangs it around her shoulders(like Leaf).

Others: Krystee's only reminder of her father is a bracelet she receiver on her fifth birthday before his sudden death, which she wear on her right arm.

Pokemon:

1) Kiyoshi(F), Bulbasaur (Poison/Grass)

Level: 12

Ability: Overgrow

Nature: Quiet

Moves: Tackle, Growl, Leech Seed, Vine Whip

2) Aki(F), Pikachu (Electric)

Level: 5

Ability: Static

Nature: Hasty

Moves: Thundershock, Growl, Tail Whip

Amount of Badges or Ribbons: None so far

Love Interest: None(That we know of ;))

Alright, that's it for now. Until next time, where a hero gets caught up in the plan and where a hero frantically prepares for the Battleon.