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In this chapter, I'm about to add a certain Pokemon that almost everyone does.

No, it's not eevee or any of it's Eeveelutions. (As much as everyone loves them.)

It is not because I am trying to be unoriginal, it's just that she's just the only pokemon that will work! Just like with Kyubii. I am planing to use a whole bunch of them too. So you have been warned.

Also I apologized about the Original Title of this chapter. (Boot to the Head)

For now... I have a new name!

National Suicide Hotline Number : 1-800-488-3000, Call if you ever need help.

Seriously, Call. It helps.

If you play with fire, leave me out of it!

"Treeko!"

The plant type cried out as he was enguelped within the tornado of fire.

"Terry!"

"Alright, we win again, Loser," Tyrone cheered, "you shouldn't have picked a fight with me!"

... Wasn't He the one that challenged us?...

"Terry, are you alright."

"Tree-e-ee Ko," Terry fainted.

"Humph, you should have picked a better Pokemon like the rest of us, Loser."

...So says the one who didn't even get to pick...

"Terry, Return," I said as I returned my pokemon to his pokeball and smiled, "you did great today."

"Your grass-type didn't stand a chance."

...But Terry's Absorb was even effecting his Fire-type as if there was no type advantage...

"Why didn't you get a Torchic like a normal person would?"

...Because everyone and their grandmother already has a Torchic...
...They really aren't the rarest pokemon around here...

"You'll never win with that loser of a Pokemon."

We will some day. I promise Terry.
You're going to be the strongest Grass-type in the whole region,
or my name's not Jonathan Tyler Lawrence.

When I woke up again, I was somewhere else. Everything looked so big.
As I struggled to get up, I found that I was on top of a bed of hay. No worse a nest.

...Well, this is a fire hazard waiting to happen...

"I don't understand why we have to keep him separated from the other little Pokemon," Karen's voice rang through the building.

"The other Torchic would tear him apart, Karen. Even full grown Blaziken have to isolate their new born Torchics for a few hours," Brandy explained.

"It is only until he can walk on his own, dear," that elderly voice explained. I was perfectly calm until Brandy asked the next question.

"Um, Karen where's Kiki?"

"(Kiki? As in Karen's Vulpix, Kiki?)"

"(Now how would a new born snack like you know that?)," a deep voice said from behind me.

"(K-kikki-iii)," I turned to see the Vulpix crouched down and extremely close to me. All six of her sparkling tails were swishing back and forth.

"(I never had white Torchic before. How do you taste?)," the fox licked my entire right side of my head, and smacked her lips, "(Hm, tastes like human.)"

At this point in time, I could only think of one possible reason to why a Vulpix would know what a human tastes like.

"(OH) !," I screamed running away from the miniature fire fox.

"(Hey, come back here!)," the fox pounced after me, "(Well, you're a fast little bugger ain't ya.)"

"(You aren't going to eat me!)"

"(Of course not...)," I almost slowed down, "(I'm not done playing with you yet!)"

Because of this, I had the initiative to run faster around the room. When the door opened and I went running though it.

"Milkshake!"

Followed by Kiki.

"Kiki!?!"

"(She's going to eat me!)," I hopped up onto the chair, then the table.

"(I'm not going to eat you!)," she yelled as she followed me up on to the tabletop.

She knocked most of the decorations down. I quickly turned and ran in the opposite direction. Kiki was running too fast to stop in time. She slipped and slid off the edge of the table.

"Kiki are you alright," Karen yelled as she picked her up, "My poor baby."

"(Ma, I'm three years old! I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself!)"

"Now," Karen started rubbing up against Kiki's fur, "why are you picking on your little brother?"

"Karen, she was trying to eat him," Brandy snapped.

"Kiki wouldn't do such a thing."

"(Want a bet!)," I screamed.

"(I wasn't going to eat you!)," Kiki screamed back, "(I don't like raw meat.)"

"(So you were going to fry me alive first!)"

"Karen, would you mind putting Kiki away?"

"Kiki wouldn't hurt a Wormple."

"I can understand that Karen, however, he doesn't know that."

Karen took this moment to look at me. She saw me shaking like I was jacked up on sugar. She sighed as she returned Kiki to her Pokéball.

"Thank you Karen," the elderly woman approached the table, "I knew I should have put these away."

She sighed as she started to clean up the mess that we had made. She took another look at me.

"You children are such a handful," she smiled and patted me on the head.

Or at least I think that she did... It strangely didn't feel like it. It didn't feel like she touched me at all really.

"So Ms. Kay," Karen spoke up again, "What is it that makes Milkshake so special?"

"(Stop calling me Milkshake!)"

"I think that it would be best if I didn't tell."

"Ah, but why?!?"

"Doctor Patient confidentiality..."

"?!?Huh?!?"

"It'd make a better surprise when you find out for yourself. Speaking of surprises," she paused before there was a knock on the door, "Tyrone's here and he's not alone."

"Come here um... Shakes," Brandy said as he attempted to scoop me up.

I jumped out of the way. There was no way I was going to miss this chance to pay Tyrone back for all the times that he scorched Terry. Even if it was just a simple Ember attack, it would be completely worth it. I hopped over to the front door as it was opened.

I leaped out, but caught sight of a pair of very large teeth, followed by very hot breath.

"(What the Gates of Hell!)"

"(Humph, big talk for such a little runt.)," the teeth growled at me. I fell back and fainted.

"(Was it something I said, Aniki?)," the Growlithe asked Tyrone.

"Is that Milkshake?"

"Of course it is," Karen huffed for whatever reason, "how many Shiny Torchic do you know of?"

"He's walking already," Tyrone sighed, "and I missed it."

"Yep and you missed all of the excitement," I said, we all looked down at the twitching bird, "Although, I think that he took it full blast."

"You should have seen him he was running all over the place."

"Thanks to her Kiki chasing him."

That would have gotten me another kick to the face if I didn't have 'Milkshake' in my arms at the moment.

"Don't worry," Tyrone searched through his bag, "I brought something that will make him brighten right up."

"I wouldn't do that dear."

"Don't worry about it Miss Kay," he said as he pulled out a dropper with a red glowing substance inside, "Fire-types love this concoction."

"Trust me," Miss Kay swiped the glowing liquid from Tyrone's hand, "He wont like it."

"So who's this," motioning to the Pokémon beside Tyrone. I had never seen Tyrone bring this Pokémon to school before.

"This is my little Leo. My parents have had him almost as long as they've had me," he said as he petted Leo's head. Leo barked in pleasure.

"Wow, his coat's almost as shiny as my little Kiki's," she said as she pulled out Kiki's Pokeball. I think that she just wanted an excuse to let her out again.

"Karen, don't," I discerned.

"Oh, please," Tyrone bragged, "My little Leo is twice as shiny as your fat fox."

"I'll get the fire extinguisher," I sighed. There was no stopping Tyrone when he got this way. And Karen... she's even worse.

"One on one?"

"Loser sleeps outside?"

"I was going to say the same thing," Tyrone smiled evilly, "except Commando."

"Ew, Pervert," Karen screamed at first, "but fine. The winner wont have to sleep commando outside."

"Deal. Now let's get to it."

"Bring it on, Shorty."

"Who are you to be calling me Shorty? Little Miss Hot Head!"

"Alright, it's on," Karen announced, "Go Kiki!"

"(Yea! Time for my brushing!)," the Vulpix cheered and rushed to her master's arms and sang, "(Brush me Good! Brush me Well! It will bring you luck, if you brush each tail!)"

"Sorry Kiki, not just yet. We have a score to settle."

Kiki's ears drooped at the realization of what was happening, "(Wait, we're fighting? But what about my brushing!)"

"You ready Leo?"

"(Not really, Aniki...)," the Growlithe sighed, "(I don't want to fight some pampered pup.)"

"(Excuse me? What did you call me, Bootlicker!)," the Vulpix bared her teeth.

"(Bootlicker!)," Leo barked and growled viciously, "(I'll make you eat dirt for saying that to me.)"

"(Well, bring it on Groveler!)"

"That's the spirit Kiki!"

"Let's finish this quickly Leo."

"Well, as nice as it would be for me to see you two beat each other's Pokémon up for stupid and idiotic reasons, I would prefer you to do it Outside and away from my flammable house!"

"Whoops, sorry Miss Kay," everyone including the Pokémon apologized.

"I said out, out, out!" Ms. Kay amazingly pushed all four of them out the door, single handedly. She shut the door behind them.

"I can't have this place bursting into flames again...," she sighed, shaking her head.

"You realize that you just left two ego maniac teenagers out there with a pair of living flamethrowers unsupervised, right?"

"It will be fine dear," Miss Kay motioned me, "Now sit we have much to talk about."

"But they can still..."

"I am well aware of what they are capable of Brandy. Just let them blow off some steam."

"Except their 'steam' could burn down the whole city."

"Don't worry I have some... 'friends' watching to make sure that that sort of thing doesn't happen."

Words to know: Aniki: "Big Brother" In slang terms this also means boss or someone of a superior rank to you. Growlithe may or may not naturally call their master's "Aniki".

However, in the case of Officer Jenny, Growlithe would and should call her "Aneki" which means "Big Sister". This term is not used as slang to mean "boss" (because women are so very rarely in positions of power).

But since this is an alternate universe... "Aneki" shall be the Female equilivant to "Aniki".

If you are new to this story, remember that, please.

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