Pokemon Adventure Pt 3: Arson In Johto Chapter 2: All Washed Up, a pokémon fanfic

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All Washed Up

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I opened my eyes, watching as the blackness cleared away from my vision. It was morning, not sunrise, but still morning. I couldn't believe it, not only was I alive, but I still had my glasses on. I could feel the warm sun on my face and some warm hair brush up on me. I raised up, coughing up some water. Arcanine leaned up to lick me on the face. He had his body wrapped around me, keeping me warm.

"You finally awake?" I heard a voice say. I turned to see the same guy as before, the one in the pool hall, sitting on the beach a few feet away. I knew it was him from that wild crazy red hair and those blood red eyes, but it also helped that be was wearing the same striped hoodie that I saw him in only two days before. "Nurse

Joy from the center is on her way over. She said she had some major pokemon problems first and that she would head over after that."

I leaned up, catching myself and feeling my head. The scratch I had was scabbed over already. I looked at the guy, who sat on the sand of the beach looking at me. I knew his name; at least I thought I did. "Ricky?"

"Hey, you remember me!" He said, walking over to me, holding out his hand to help me up.

"Rrrr…" Arcanine growled when he got closer.

He backed off, looking at us. "You need to do something about that mutt." He said, looking at Arcanine. "He hasn't let me near you this whole time."

I stood up, stumbling a little when Arcanine put his side to me for support. "He's not a mutt." I said, walking around dizzy. "If having a loyal pokemon is a bad thing I would hate to see what your idea of a good thing is." I wrapped my arms around Arcanine falling into his hair. "You did great, thanks Arcanine." My eyes opened wide as I looked around the beach line. "Where's Gyarados?"

"Right behind you." Ricky said, pointing to the ocean. I turned and saw, a little ways out, Gyarados slithering through the water. "It's hard to believe that you were able to make it through that storm last night alive, let alone having your two pokemon making it as well."

I threw down my book bag digging through it. Everything seemed to be there, all wet, but still there. I dug all the way down to the bottom and found the pokeball I stuck Pichu in.

Pushing the button, he hopped out. "Piii!" He hopped around dizzy, and fell over face first in the sand. "Pi?" He looked at the sand oddly before running around happy. "Pi! Pi!"

I watched Pichu start playing in the sand as I reached for my other pokeballs on my belt. "Oh crap!" I said.

"What is it?" Ricky asked, inching his way towards me. This time, Arcanine let him.

"All of my pokemon." I said reaching for my belt. "They're gone!"

"Ouch." He leaned up looking across the ocean line. "They could be anywhere. How many were there?"

"There were three others." I said, scooping Pichu up in my arms climbing on Arcanine's back, barely able to stand. "Dragonite, Scyther and Raticate."

He looked up at me strangely as the giant dog stepped in front of him. "Where are you going?"

"To find my friends." I said, with my back facing him. "Could you do me a favor?"

"Uh, yeah, sure."

"When Joy gets here have her form a search party." I looked to the ocean line, taking a deep breath. "We will need all the help we can get." Me and Arcanine took off, running along the shore, with Gyarados quickly following in the water. I would recall him, but the only pokeballs I had were the ones belonging to Arcanine and Pichu.

Suddenly Arcanine came to a stop, sliding on the wet sanding, getting it stuck in the fur around his feet. I hopped off, looking at the ground. In front of us, buried half way in the sand was a pokeball. I picked it up, brushing it off. It was so dirty I couldn't really make out if it was mine or just a stray one. I pushed the button, letting out a stream of light that made Scyther appear on the ground before me.

"Scy!" He cried, stretching his swords.

"Oh thank God." I said putting my hand on his shoulder. I saw him wince when I did, but he did nothing but give me a stern look. "I thought I had lost you." I looked back to Arcanine, who was inspecting the rest of the shore for a glimpse of another pokeball. "But now that I found you," I said, looking at Scyther again. "I know that the others can't be too far away."

I recalled him, and scooped Pichu up again who was once more playing in the sand. We jumped back on Arcanine and continued down the shore.

We searched all over the shore for miles, but only found Gyarados's pokeball, which was badly damaged, and in need of some repairs. After a few hours we decided that there was no way possible that it would of washed down shore as far as we traveled. We turned around, heading back to the city.

The trip had me feeling better. Though I was worried about my Dragonite and my Raticate, I knew that if something happened they could take care of themselves.

When we arrived back at the town a few hours later we were surprised with how many people were pitched in to help. Not only had Ricky told Nurse Joy to help the search, but also he called on the local police department, the town's people, the local trainers, and even the people who were working in the laboratory.

I steered Arcanine up to Ricky, who was standing on the shore talking to some cops. I hopped off Arcanine, recalling him and walked over to Ricky. "What's going on?"

Ricky turned around, looking at me. "That's him." He said to the officers. "He's the one I found on the beach with the lost pokemon."

One of the cops sidestepped Ricky, walking in front of me. He stood over me, looking down on me, through his thick sunglasses. "Boy," He started, in his deep voice. "What the hell were you thinking going through a hurricane? You could have been killed, no, you should have been killed."

My mouth gapped open when he said this. "A hurricane?" I asked, making sure I heard what he said.

"Yes, a hurricane." He repeated. "That was the most irresponsible thing I have ever heard anyone do!" He reached for his back pocket, pulling out a pokeball. "This was found a few miles up shore. Tell me your name, the registration number on your missing pokemon, and the breed of the pokemon so we will know if this matches up."

"My name's Kyle Gray." I said. "I don't know what the registration number is on my pokemon, but I know for a fact that the pokeball you hold in your hand is my Dragonite."

The officer looked back at the other one, who scanned the pokeball with a device. I could see a picture come up on the screen in the reflection of their glasses. "Your photo ID matches, the ID name matches, the pokemon name matches." They pushed a few buttons and then handed me the ball. "Here is your Dragonite."

"Thank you." I said, releasing Dragonite on the ground beside me then recalling her, just to make sure it was really her. The officers began to walk away. "Wait!" I called out, running towards them. "What about my Raticate?"

They both stopped, taking a deep breath. "Well," the same cop as before said. "The search is still going on, but you might want to stop by the laboratory and get Professor Elm to edit your party."

"What do you mean?" I asked, putting my Dragonite on my belt, accidently letting Gyarados's broken pokeball fall to the ground.

"Well, what normally happens in a case like this is that the trainer who has a lost pokemon will report it to the pokemon professor of the region. From there the professor will change your party so that you can catch one more pokemon, so it's like you have one free spot on your party. Once the missing pokemon is found it will be deposited directly to your PC." The man watched as I fumbled with the broken pokeball. "And besides, you need to go up there anyway to get that ball fixed."

"Thanks," I said, giving up on putting it back on my belt as I just held it in my hand. "But what if my Raticate isn't found?"

The cop turned away. "We will do our best to see your pokemon are returned. That's all we can do." After that they walked away, joining Officer Jenny on the beach.

Ricky walked up after the cops had left. "Hey," he said, walking beside me.

I didn't say anything, just walked away from the beach leaving Gyarados in the water. I would come back for him, after I got his pokeball fixed, but for now he needed to stay there.

"Its okay, man." I heard Ricky say as he walked beside me. "The cops here are the best around, if your pokemon is gone they will find it."

"Thanks…" I said, half-heartedly. My Raticate is missing, and it's all my fault. Sure I didn't know that there was a hurricane heading between Johto and Kanto, but still, that was very reckless of me.

"Hey," He said, trying to break the mood. "How about lunch, on me? It's almost 1, and I know this great place not too far away."

"Sure." I once again said half-heartedly. "But lets stop at the lab first, wherever that is."

"No prob." He pulled his hands out of his white and black-striped hoodie, placing them behind his head in his thick red hair. "That's only a little bit away."

We kept walking away from the beach; soon it was just the two of us. The sun was high in the sky, and the lab was within sight. "So," I said, breaking the silence. "What were you doing on the beach with me?"

"Well," He started. "I left from Cinnabar Island the night after our pool game. When I got over here there was a hurricane warning and everyone was told to stay inside the basements of the buildings they were in. When the storm let up, at about 8 o-clock, I went down to the beach to see damage, but the hurricane didn't hit land, so there wasn't much. But when I went down there I saw an Arcanine curled up on the beach. It acted like it was protecting something, and every time I got close it would growl at me. After a while I saw that it was wrapped around you." I looked at him as he started chuckling. "Then I ran up to Nurse Joy who said she was busy, how comical. So I came back and was only there a few seconds when you woke up."

"So where am I?" I asked. "I was aiming for New Bark Town, am I close?"

"Well you're a pretty good shot." He laughed, pushing open the door to the lab. "You're right in the middle of it. " We walked in. I looked around at all the cluttered things, in many ways it looked a lot like Professor Oak's lab, but this was much more organized. Though it was cluttered, it was very well kept. There were no dirty plates lying around, no papers out of their place, and it didn't smell of old man either.

"Hello? Who is it?" I heard a voice say. It was rather squeaky and high pitched, but yet sounded masculine. "I'm in the study, please come on in."

"Hey Elm." Ricky said, putting a foot up in a chair as he leaned on his knee with this elbow. "We need some help."

"Oh hello Ricky." Elm said without looking away from the computer he was working at. "What do you need help with?"

"Not me." Ricky looked at me.

"I need some help." I spoke up.

The professor looked at me through his thick-rimmed glasses. "I don't think I have met you before, how may I be of assistance?"

"I'm Kyle Gray," I started off. "I need two things, really."

"Ah, yes, I thought you looked familiar." Professor Elm spoke as he turned to a drawer in his desk. "I would deduce that you have come here to register for your Johto journey, and to receive your beginner's guide books and equipment, am I correct, Mr. Pokemon Master of Kanto?" He turned in his rolling chair to face us once again, this time with a book and form in one hand with a bag of pokeballs and potions in the other.

"Piiii!" Pichu yawned, bored of sitting on my shoulder and listening to this boring man. He rubbed his eyes with this little hands, crawling into my book bag to sleep.

"Yes, that was one thing." I took the items out of his hands and laid them on the floor. "Thank you for all this, but the main reason I came here was that I have one damaged pokeball and another one that is missing." I dug out the pokeball that I stuck in my pocket, sitting it on the table.

The professor picked it up, examining it closely. "No problem." He said, opening the ball. He turned to his computer again, typing in a long line of numbers and letters. When he finished he reached into this desk and pulled out a new pokeball, sitting it on the table. "All your Gyarados's information has now been transferred to that pokeball."

"Thanks." I said, picking it up and putting it in my pocket.

"Now," Elm turned to us again. "What about the pokeball that is missing? Did it have a pokemon in it?"

"Yes," I spoke up. "It had my Raticate in it. I have all the townspeople, the police department, and all the local trainers looking for it as we speak, but…" A short moment of silence went over the lab.

"I understand." He said turning once more to the computer. "You said it was your Raticate?"

"Yes."

"ID number 0942099?"

"I… don't know, I have never really kept up with that." I rubbed my head, feeling embarrassed and ashamed all at the same time.

He let out a quick sigh. "Seeing as how that is the only Raticate you own, I would presume that its number is indeed 0942099." He punched in some more buttons, which was followed by a long series of flashing lights and beeps. "Alright." He punched a few more buttons. "Your pokemon has been labeled as a missing pokemon. You will be notified of any information and leads via PC. Until 0942099 is found you will have one extra slot on your party, so you can hold an extra pokemon in place of 0942099. When 0942099 is found it will be directly deposited into your PC."

"Now, Kyle, since you're starting your journey," Elm said, standing up. "You need to be acquainted with your new pokemon."

He walked around us as I followed him into the other room. "You mean I get a new pokemon?"

"Of course." Elm said. "I thought you of all people would know that any time you start a league you are given a starter pokemon for free."

We walked into a room with a small round table in the middle of it, Ricky right behind us. Elm walked to a button on the other side of the room. When he pushed it a light came on over the table and three pokeballs appeared out of thin air.

"You can pick between three pokemon, a grass type Chikorita, a water type Totodile, or the fire type Cyndaquil." Elm walked behind me. "Or you could be like a certain someone who refused my pokemon all together." He glared at Ricky who jumped back a little.

"Well…" Ricky said, rubbing his head. "I really didn't like any of them."

I heard him and Elm get into it, but was too concerned to care. My Raticate was out there somewhere, but what hurt me the most was what Oak told me before I left Articuno with mom. 'You're a league champion, which makes your pokemon valuable. If you let your guard down they might get stolen.' I really hope that wasn't what happened, I mean, I barely had him for very long. What a bad trainer I am to lose my own pokemon.

"Come on Mr. Six Months," Ricky said from behind me. "If I'm tagging along with you I don't want to waste time." He chuckled as he turned away. "Like we have plenty anyway."

"I don't recall me asking you to 'tag along'." I said, without turning around.

"You didn't have too," He laughed. "I want to see if you can really complete the league in six months. Not just that, but you'd be a real chick magnet, Mr. Pokemon Master." He laughed, wrapping his arm around me. "I could score every night with a new girl if we played our cards right."

I brushed his arm off me. How disgusting. I always hated guys for that one reason, all they thought about was who they would be sleeping with that night, and this one is a prime example. I hate people like him. "Hey Elm." I spoke, ignoring Ricky. "I've decided on Cyndaquil."

"A fine choice!" Elm said, walking over to the pokeball on the table. "Especially considering that he was the only one I had left."

Ricky and I both fell over, hitting the ground, only to jump up just as fast. "What do you mean the only one you had left?" I asked.

"Well," He answered. "With the league being only six months away I didn't think I would have any new trainers coming in for a while."

I sighed, taking the Cyndaquil from him. "I guess it's okay," I smiled. "Seeing as how I got the one I wanted anyway."

"Finally!" Ricky sighed. "Lets get out of here, we've got places to go."

I turned around, giving him a glare, which shut him up. I turned back to the professor. "Thank you Elm for everything." I looked down to the form that was in my hand. "When do you want me to turn this in?"

"Oh, that doesn't count for anything," He said, leading us to the door. "It is only a survey that asked what your expectations are about the league, it is completely voluntary." He opened the door, letting in the bright sun. "You all have a nice day, good luck on the journeys, and I wish you luck Kyle with 0942099."

"Thanks." I said, stuffing all my stuff into my book bag.

As we walked away I heard Ricky sigh. "That guy's lame."

"He seemed nice," I said looking at my new Cyndaquil's pokeball.

"Oh, you can tell he's never been laid." Ricky laughed.

"You know," I spoke. "There's more to women than getting into their pants."

He didn't say anything, just laughed hysterically, that is until he saw the look on my face. When he did he stopped, closing his mouth tight. I turned my head, facing back to the beach as we kept walking. "So," I said. "How did you know the professor?"

"I started the Johto journey too, you know." He said, putting his hands behind his head. "Everyone that starts has to go there, talk to him, you know, all that stuff."

"So is that it?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess so. That guy remembers names better than anything, or at least that's what I have been told." Ricky turned to me as we kept walking. "Lets talk about you, why didn't you tell me you were the pokemon master back in the pool hall?"

"Well I didn't think you needed to know." I said, my eyes fixed in front of us, watching Gyarados play in the water. "It's not like I knew who you were or anything."

"How old are you?" He questioned.

"16, you?"

"You're not that much older than me then," He said. "I just turned 15 not too long ago."

This surprised me, though I didn't show it. He was 15 and already had his brain full of sex. What a pity. Why do all the people my age have to give youth a bad name?

I walked onto the beach, only to be greeted by the police. "Did you get it all worked out at the lab?" The taller one asked.

"Yeah." I looked to the shoreline. "Any luck finding my pokemon?"

The cop shook his head. "Not yet, but we are not giving up."

"Thank you." I said, walking into the water. "Gyarados!" I called out. "Come here, I got you a new pokeball!" The dragon slithered up to me, splashing me with water in a playful way. "Hey now!" I laughed, tossing out his ball. "Get back in, we need to go." The ball hit him, sucking him inside. It fell to the water as the waves brought it back to me.

I turned around, walking back to Ricky. "You said you know of a place that has some good eats?" I really hated to ask anything of him, but I was starving, and if he was going to stick around anyway I might as well make use of it.

"Oh heck yeah!" He jumped in joy. "The chicks there are so ho-"

"You darn well better not be taking me to some milk bar, or something like that." I said, cutting him off in such a tone that made it evident I was serious.

"Well… um…" He paused for a minute. "There's a fast food place a little ways up, if you're interested."

I sighed, shaking my head. How would I ever make it with him tagging along beside me? "Well, if I have to walk I would prefer to go in style." I put down my book bag, digging out my leather jacket, the item holder that had my biker stuff in it and the capsule for my bike.

"What's that stuff?" Ricky asked.

I pushed the item holder, letting out my helmet and gloves. The commotion woke Pichu, who was asleep in my book bag since we arrived at Elms lab. I slipped on the jacket and gloves, adjusting the helmet as Pichu dug through the book bag for his gear too. "This stuff is for my ride." I pushed the button, throwing the capsule onto the ground in front of me. The smoke cleared, as I walked over the bike, throwing my book bag in one of the side storage compartments under the cup holder Pichu crawled in.

"Wow!" Ricky said, looking at the bike. "I have never seen a bike like that, can I drive it?"

Me and Pichu stared at him. I chuckled, raising the hood and sitting down. "Don't get your hopes up kid." I started the bike, revving the engine. "Are you ready Pichu?"

"Pi!" He called out, as he zipped up his leather jacket and adjusted his goggles.

"Wait!" Ricky said. "You mean you're not even going to let me ride?"

"This is my ride." I said. "Get your own." I revved the engine, popping it into gear as me and Pichu sped off down the road.

"Hmph." Ricky grinned, gritting his teeth as he watched us sink away into the distance. "Go on, try to run. I'll catch up." He reached to his belt, pulling off a pokeball. "There is no way I'm letting this opportunity slip through my fingers." He threw out his pokeball, releasing his Dodrio on the ground in front of him. He ran up, hopping on her back. "Follow that bike, girl!"

"Drii!" The three-headed bird called out as it chased after the red blur.