Woah, yep, Chapter 7 already. Kind of surprising actually. The only thing is, I've been leaning on this story a bit more lately, so updates on my other stories might be scarce. Later on, roles may be switched, so updates are never guaranteed.
Anyways, not that much going on, so I guess I'll be on my merry way…? Yeah…
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon
Krystee groaned as she awoke from her slumber. Still, no improvement so far. She looked to her left and there on the grimy iron floor was a tray, with a cup of rice and a bottle of milk. Krytee cringed. Rice for breakfast? Oh well, that didn't matter to her. She looked up to see Aki and Kiyoshi still asleep, a bowl of Pokemon food on their cages.
"…Why?" Krystee muttered to herself. She contemplated on her situation. Although Team Rocket was nefarious for being a lousy, good-for-nothing gang, it seemed as if they were treating her as a prisoner, not as an hostage. They weren't very nice, but they had the decency to keep her alive and healthy atleast. But why would they do that?
"Bulba?" Kiyoshi called to her trainer sleepily. Krystee looked up to see her Bulbasaur, looking at its surroundings in mild surprise. The mewl awoke Aki, who bristled at the fact she was cooped up in a small cage. Sure she could take adventuring with an idiotic trainer(killing Caterpies wasn't as much fun as killing Zubats), but this, she couldn't take it. Gathering up the electricity she had in her cheeks, she tried shocking the cage, but to no avail.
"Piiiii….." Aki whined, trying again and again until she grew tired, munching on her meal with a pout. Krystee would have cracked a grin, but in this situation, she remained solemn and uncertain. Where was Crys or someone else that could help her? Sure, she hadn't been gone for a even a day yet, but the Battleon…
"The Battleon!" Krystee gasped. So that was it! Maybe they were trying to sabotage the entire competition by capturing the trainers. That didn't make sense though, seeing as she was the only one here. Maybe it was because she stumbled upon their base(yeah, it probably wasn't in Route 1...)? Or maybe, for personal reasons. Krystee frowned as she remember exactly who her captor was.
"Bulba! Saaaauuuur!" Kiyoshi growled. Krystee stiffened, turning to the iron door to see the Rocket Admin. Aki shook and shuddered, the cage moving along with her actions. The woman seemed to pay no mind, crossing her arms as she glared at the brunette.
"Oh my, Krissy. You're looking mighty bad there. Won't that woman worry?" The woman gushed, placing a hand on her cheeck as she faked a worried look. Krystee glared before springing up to the jail cell. She tried reaching for the woman, coming up short, but she did not hesitate to reply.
"YOU! She's my mother and-!" Krystee tried, only to be rudely slapped by the woman. Darn her longer arms. Ignoring the pain, Krystee whipped around to continue looking sourly at the older female, who also had a furious expression.
"Never speak of that again! I have a better life now, no thanks to the two of you!" The woman screamed back venomously. Kiyoshi and Aki looked between the two ladies. What exactly happened…? Krystee's eyes softened as she looked down.
"I know…" Krystee muttered, falling down to the floor. Clearly, the admin did not expect that as she froze. No sooner than she did that a Rocket grunt entered, huffing as he stopped in front of his commander.
"W-What is it?" The woman asked, voice cracking but still sharp. The Rocket grunt composed himself before staring at the woman in the eyes.
"Commander! The Battleon has started. Shall we proceed as planned?" The Rocket grunt asked in a serious tone. Krystee tilted her head, straining to hear the conversation. Apparently, the admin saw this and nodded her head.
"Of course! No hesitance. Proceed just as planned. We mustn't let him over show us of course. This is Team Rocket's debut!" The admin said. The grunt nodded, apparently touched by the "speech", and sped out the room. Krystee furrowed her eyebrows. Plan?
"…" Krystee sat in silence, the admin still not leaving. Finally, the silence was broken.
"You must be thinking, 'What plan'? Am I right?" The admin said, looking at her ruby red nails. Krystee bit her lip.
"Are you a psychic?" Krystee asked sarcastically rolling her eyes. The older woman chose to ignore that, instead scoffing.
"You and that woman are so alike…" The admin turned to walk out that door, when Krystee spoke up.
"She's not just a woman, she's-!" Krystee was interrupted by the slam of the door, quietly fuming to herself. What an ungrateful brat that Rocket admin was.
Crys paced back and forth to her room. The Battleon was today…and no sign of Krystee. No matter how many times she asked anyone in town, they never saw Krystee come back from Route 1. Crys sighed, frustrated and clearly nervous. Not only was Krystee not back, the Battleon was today, starting in about ten minutes.
"Ms. Crystal, are you ready yet?" Nurse Joy called through the door. Crys paused to take a deep breath. Here goes nothing…
"Ah, Nurse Joy. I seem to have forgotten something. May I have about fifteen minutes to sort this all out?" Cys asked sweetly. Buying five more minutes…Fortunately, the kind nurse agreed.
"Of course. I'm sure the other trainers can wait for five minutes." And with that, the pink-haired healer walked away. Crys made sure she couldn't hear the nurse's footsteps before running towards the window and jumping out.
"Ugh, what a waste…" Crys muttered, seeing the new tear in her new jacket. Yesterday, she had bought a whole new outfit to commemorate getting through Julian's training. She currently had a blue and white jacket; blue on the top half, white on the bottom. The jacket was pretty handy storing small items because of its two huge, front pockets. Underneath, she wore a blue halter top with a pair of white capris. To make walking easier, she bought a pair of blue running shoes, but the money wasted was so worth it. She slung her white backpack over one shoulder and had a white beret to top the outfit off.
"Squir…" Gerard muttered, catching Crys' attention. He was currently trapped in Crys' room, along with Collette. They peered through nervously, while Crys shook her head.
"Sorry guys, but I need you to stall Nurse Joy. Just, bang some things and lock the door or something! I need to find Krystee!" Crys whispered, waving bye to her sad Pokemon. The Squirtle turned to its teammate.
"Squirt squirtle! Squirtle squirt tle squirt squirtle! That girl! How dare she lock the mighty Gerard in a measly room!" Gerard huffed, sticking its chest out. Collete let out(or tried to) a mournful sigh, crawling away from the boastful Squirtle.
"Piiiiiiieeeee. Caterpie. Why? That Squirtle…" The Caterpie muttered, laying its head against Krystee's pillow, where it managed to somehow climb. The Squirtle noticed the Caterpie's disappearance, screaming at it from below, seeing as it had no way to climb the top bunk. Oh yes, Crys team got along fine…
Crys checked the time on her phone and mentally cursed herself. Fifteen minutes have passed and as she looked all over Route 1, she didn't find a single clue to Krystee's whereabouts.
"UGH! She better show up at the Battleon…" Crys muttered, turning to run towards the Pokemon Center. Of course, she felt selfish for doing this, but maybe Krystee was just training some more? And besides, if Krystee didn't show up in the competition, then she'd just ask Officer Jenny.
'Come on Krystee, you have to pull through!' Crys thought as she ran to wards the Pokemon Center. She stopped as she reached the back of her window, whistling for her Pokemon. Gerard and Collette came, the door holding back some complaining trainers.
"Collette! String Shot and help me up." Crys whispered to her Pokemon. The Caterpie nodded its little head before shooting the string of goo towards the trainer. Luckily for Crys, the string was better than a rope so it allowed her to climb faster. She silently landed, put her things back into place and returned her Pokemon before opening the door.
"You made us wait." Penny frowned, crossing her arms. A Furret wrapped itself along her neck, the satchel on the petite girl's back making some noise every time the Furret scratched its nose.
"Geez, how long does it take you to get ready?" Kira sighed, shaking her head at Crys, who smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck. Julian only rolled his eyes.
"Whatever. Just hurry up. No one else is going to wait for us." Julian pointed out, walking off. Penny huffed before following the only male while Kira paused to turn to Crys before following the others.
"Hey, don't get distracted okay? It'll only be bad for you and your Pokemon. Good luck." Kira warned. Crys knew that of course, that had been already displayed by her unwillingness in battling.
"Yeah, thanks Kira." Crys muttered, closing the door before walking off. The Pokemon Center's lobby was packed with participating trainers. From young to old, she saw people and Pokemon of all types talking or doing their own thing. The Battleon must have been delayed by just a bit, seeing as anxiety practically reeked from all these trainers.
"Oh wow, this is a whole mess more trainers than I had hoped for!" A voice from behind her said, scaring the heck out of Crys. She shrieked, though it was drowned out by all the noise, and mentally smacked herself when she realized it was Nicole. The black haired girl had changed a bit. She now wore a black long sleeved shirt, with the sleeves being lime green and wore a pair of lime green shorts. Nicole bought a pair of black converse shoes and wore a pair of knee length white shocks. Nicole slung her white book bag over her left shoulder and accessorized herself with a pair of lime green gloves.
"AH! I mean…Nicole! What a pleasure seeing you here." Crys smiled, attempting to make a small conversation. She needed to get out of here fast! Nicole's eyes slanted as she crossed her arms, Gracie perching herself on the teen's head.
"Let's cut to the chase. Listen very carefully. I'm going to beat you and your brunette friend, so you might as well give up." Nicole stressed the last part very carefully, as if talking to a child. Crys felt her anger boil, but controlled it. After all, it wasn't 'appealing' for a lady to explode all of a sudden. She needed to act polite and in-control, or the public might just find out about her 'temper'(coughANGERMENTISSUEScough).
"Look, Nicole. There are other, tougher trainers out there so…" Crys tried explaining, but she realized she was just talking to herself, seeing as Nicole had walked away after delivering her message. Crys sighed, rubbing her temples. She didn't have enough time for this anyways…Her thought were interrupted by the sudden loud voice of the speaker, hanging right above her.
"ATTENTION! ATTENTION TO ALL TRAINERS! It is with my delight to announce and host this year's Pokemon Battleon! My name is MC Jennifer and as I said before, I will be this year's host. Anyways, trainers, proceed to your left of the Pokemon Center and enter the booth. Take your seats and wait until your name is called. The Battleon is a time where trainers of all kinds can participate and generally just have fun. This year, trainers must have atleast one Pokemon as the theme is double-battling. You will be paired off randomly and so will you opponents. The final battle will be a one-on-one battle between the last set of partners. Are we all clear?" Jennifer asked. All the trainers cheered while Crys swore she was going to go deaf.
"Now that the rules have been stated, how about we announce the prizes? Third prize is split by the tag team who came in second, sharing a year's worth of Pokemon Food. Second prize gets the three elemental evolutionary stones! To top it all off, the winner gets the grand prize! And what might that be? None other than an genuine Azure Flute and a collectible Mew Harp! It is said that strange things happen when you play them on top of Mount Coronet in the land of Sinnoh!"
"Then what good does that do here?" Crys muttered under her breath. She wondered how they ever got hold of that though and decided that the sponsors were either ridiculously rich or were thieves, deciding the latter was the likeliest case.
"Oh, but the prizes don't end there! The winner gets to fight out town's own gym leader, who was newly appointed after our previous gym leader took a break. If they manage to win, they get an Earth badge as well as a one-on-one battle with a guest commentator!"
"Guest commentator?" Crys wondered who it could be. There was no news of a guest judge at all. Other trainers began to whisper amongst themselves but Jennifer's voice was still heard over them all.
"Now, time to reveal who they are! Our first special guest is the world-renowned Professor Oak!" Jennifer introduced. The camera moved to Prof. Oak, who waved merrily with a smile on his face.
"It's good to see you all!" Prof. Oak said. The crowd behind him cheered. He was still wearing the same clothes as always, though he seemed…more professional looking? Crys couldn't put a finger to it, but Prof. Oak changed a little as well.
"Now our next special guest is our very own gym leader, Taylor!" Jennifer said, the camera showing a fairly young male sitting to the left of Professor Oak. He nodded his head upwards, and did nothing more. Some girls from the crowd and Pokemon Center squealed, while Crys merely covered her ears. Nicole must have been set off by this too.
"For our last judge, the very own, Hoenn Champion Sarah Jones!" Jennifer called out, pointing to a girl on the farthest left. Many trainers began to talk amongst themselves, some even bouncing in there seats at the prospect of battling a champion.
"Thank you, Jennifer." Sarah smiled politely, waving a white-gloved hand at the crowd. She was a mature looking sixteen year old girl with a light tan, green eyes and long, black hair tied up into a ponytail. She wore a pair of black jeans with matching boots, a white shirt with metallic silver and blue dragons on the front.
"Alright trainers! Now, if you walk in an orderly fashion…" Jennifer's voice was drowned out by the sound of footsteps, yelling and Pokemon cries as the crowd of trainers rushed into the entrance of the Battleon tent. Crys screamed as she was carried by the crowd, only to be rudely dropped at the waiting room.
"This is the last time I'm entering one of these." Crys muttered, groaning as she pushed herself up. The waiting area was a light blue room with dark blue seat. A huge TV hung in the middle, displaying five empty battle grounds. Jennifer stood on a large pedestal, easily overlooking all five battling areas.
"Woah, hey, you alright?" A girl's voice called out. Crys glanced up to see a girl with unusual platinum blonde hair. The girl must have dyed it, seeing as there were some blue and red streaks. She had a tan and piercing gold eyes. Crys felt herself avoid the girl's eyes, looking at her own feet instead.
"Yes, I'm fine…" Crys muttered softly, dusting her clothes off of dust. The older girl smiled.
"Heh, that's good! Those jerks, trampling over a girl half their age…" The girl clenched her fist, scowling before looking back at Crys with a smile, "Oh well. Anyways, my name is Storm Hopsicle, what's yours?"
"Crys…" Crys said warily. Now that she looked at the girl properly, Storm wasn't as menacing as she though. The blonde wore a red halter top and a puffy blue skirt that almost looked like the end of a Bellosom. Storm also had a pair of black sneakers on and a white gym bag. Crys sweat dropped at the mismatched clothing.
"Okay, Crys. I'll remember my partners name now." Storm winked, pointing at the TV screen. Crys scrunched her eyebrows together.
"What are-? Oh…" Crys watched in horror as the TV screen did say that she and Storm were now partners. Sure, she was hoping to see if Krystee was partner, but now a bipolar wacko was? Crys shrugged. Well, atleast it wasn't someone as snotty as Penny was…
"Hehe, we'll have lots of fun together, won't we!" Storm squealed, hugging Crys hard. She heard a crack, positive that it was her bones until Storm let go and took out an egg from her bag. It had a peculiar scarf pattern around it and had some cracks.
"Is that a…?" Crys trailed off, mesmerized by the Pokemon egg. She hadn't seen one since she visited the Egg Farm with her parents. Storm grinned.
"Yep! And it's still alive!" Storm sighed in relief, carefully putting the egg back. Crys snapped out of her trance when Jennifer called them out to Field 3.
"I guess that's us…" Crys sighed, hoping Krystee would show up soon. I mean, where was she?
Wow, yep, got that done! So, the Battleon started, but where's Krystee? Did she manage to escape off-screen or will there be-! Nope, not going to spoil.
Character Profile:
Name: Nicole Jenson
Gender: Female
Age: 12
Occupation: A trainer…?
Personality: Nicole is a ditzy, energetic pre-teen. She stays tuned to the latest fashion trends and acts very girly. However, she's also very childish and prone to throw tantrums. Nicole doesn't like to get down and dirty, preferring others to so hard-work for her. However, with the right motivation, Nicole is able to do things that amaze others.
Nicole has a vivid imagination, which she incorporates in her battling skills. She is able to do combonations that others haven't even though about yet. Nicole has a rather finicky and picky style, and she is an easily jealous Pokemon. Nicole is naïve and easily manipulated, much to the chagrin of others. When Nicole sets her mind to something, almost nothing can stop her, except for her best friend Taylor and some other individuals.
Appearance: Nicole has an olive skin tone and her complexion is very smooth. Nicole likes to take care of herself , using only the finest and latest products. After finding out that Crys come from a wealthy family, she is jealous that the girl has more opportunities to look better than her. Nicole has shoulder-length green hair with lime green highlights, though her parents are very that she actually put highlights in her hair. Her eyes are a deep shade of green. Nicole is short for her age and fit, just because she diets a lot. She works hard for her looks and BLOWS UP when someone insults her about it.
Clothes: The black haired girl has changed a bit, as said before. She now wears a black long sleeved shirt, with the sleeves being lime green and wore a pair of lime green shorts. Nicole bought a pair of black converse shoes and wears a pair of knee length white shocks. Nicole lings her white book bag over her left shoulder and accessorized herself with a pair of lime green gloves.
Nicole sometimes overly-accessorizes. She was five, metallic gold bracelets on her right arm, and seven silly bands on her left. The shapes are an Eevee, a Pikachu, a Skitty, a Munchlax, a Charmander, a Butterfree and finally, a Meowth. Nicole also wears dangly earrings, the designs varying from normal things like flowers or stars, and Pokemon. They're usually very big, which explains why she is seen not wearing them when she goes out into a mountain or large forests. She wears two belts, one that has a Pokeball design and another to hold up her pants, the color matching her short's. Nicole' wears a Charmander anklet on her left leg and had an anchor necklace.
History: Nicole has had a fairly normal childhood. She went to Trainer's school in Viridian and often played in Viridian Forest. She's watched many Elite Four battles, as well a Gym leader battles. It didn't surprise her parents when she announced she wanted to be a trainer. In fact, they were delighted, since they were once trainers themselves. Nicole is unsure whether or not she wants to stay a trainer or take after another profession, like Crys.
Pokemon:
1. Gracie(F): Eevee(Normal)
Nature: Rash
Level: 10
Ability: Run Away
Moves: Tackle, Sand-Attack, Helping Hand, Thief
Nicole's closest Pokemon. Her parents got it for her when she announced she wanted to be a trainer. Gracie is very mischievous and acts without thinking, getting it in troublesome and embarrassing situations.
2. Charmander(M): Charmander(Fire)
Nature: ?
Level: ?
Ability:?
Moves: ?
(Charmander was only briefly mentioned. Due to that, not much is known)
Love Interest: She is MADLY in love with Lance from the Elite Four. Yeah, I didn't see that coming either -_-