Author: So, I'm bringing in our first main character. At some point I might take a back seat and let him do the work. So I'm just saying this for the hell of it *takes a deep breath*
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN POKEMON. ELSE THERE WOULD BE SOME FAN SERVICE BY NOW!
Safari Zone, Hoenn Region.
A herd of Girafarig grazed peacefully on the berries dangling from the low trees in the grassy plain. Fairly high hills formed a half- crescent over the plains and right behind the grazing pokemon was the sea in which several aquatic pokemon, both native and foreign to Hoenn, swam and played about. It was late evening and the skies were streaked with pink and dotted with long puffs of clouds. The sun, in its orange glory, was setting against the sea serving as quite a nice backdrop. To say the least, the view was beautiful. A certain boy and his Jolteon would have enjoyed it too if not for the fact that a very, very, very rare pokemon lived in this area and they were trying to spot it.
"Jolteon," the boy whispered, trying hard not to lean too hard on the tree branch he was leaning on. ", do you hear that Tyrannitar yet?"
The small lightning pokemon in question was crouching behind a bush alarmingly close to an unsuspecting Girafarig. Raising its yellow, spiky ears from the ground, it shook its furry head.
"Great, this could take a while," The boy hissed to himself. The request was simple enough. Go to Hoenn, sneak into the Safari Zone with his pokemon (and a gun. He was gonna need it.), find a Tyrannitar and collect his 1million. It shouldn't be this hard right?
Who the fuck am I kidding? He mused in annoyance. He and Jolteon had been there for 8, literally bloody days. Well it could've been worse. He sighed. At least I didn't take up that Salamence job. Resigning himself to fate, he decided to use Plan B. If he couldn't find this beast, then it would just have to find him.
"Jolteon, we're switching to Plan B." He barked, jumping down from the tree automatically startling and scaring away the Girafarig near the bushes. Just so you know, Plan B involved Jolteon jamming all four feet deep into the ground and discharging large currents haphazardly. An attack like this would not have any effect on whatever pokemon lay underground as such an attack gets grounded before it reaches the pokemon. When you have a level 81 Jolteon and a 32 inch amplifier prepared before- hand, well, it's a different story all together. With a small yelp of excitement, the electric dog initiated the plan, lancing the unfortunate acre of land with a voltage so high even a Rhydon with the lightning rod ability would reconsider living. Coupled with the amplifier, one couldn't help but feel sorry for the weaker ground- type pokemon already popping out in alarm and fright as raw lightning coursed through the earth. After the slight ground shattering rebound, an ear splitting roar was heard from deep within the singed soil.
"I should have done this sooner," the boy remarked dusting his triple- reinforced rubber boots and whipping out a hand- gun with an abnormally long barrel. Stepping back, he and Jolteon only needed to wait a moment before the ground erupted suddenly and an 8 feet tall green monster with rock hard skin leapt out from below. Rising to its full height, it let out a bellow that could put an Exploud to shame. It was obvious that this pokemon was pissed and would wreck who or whatever disturbed its peace. Half-way through its deafening battle- cry, the Tyrannitar felt cold steel on its lower jaw as Jolteon unleashed the first of many Iron tails to come. Said boy had very little patience that night and was eager to get this over and done with. Lazily squatting to the ground, he dodged a powerful swing from the Tyrannitar's long tail. Such a swing could have knocked his torso clean off his waist but he didn't, in the slightest, look remotely perturbed. Ordering Jolteon to use double kick, it only took a minute to deduce that this Tyrannitar was more than outclassed. Rearing its weary and battered head, it went for an all-out thrash which the young hunter and his pokemon dodged with relative ease. The aforementioned duo swiftly jumped high onto the Tyrannitar's spiky neck. To tired and dizzy to thrash, it tried in vain to shake them off. Not a very good idea as Jolteon sank its fangs into the rocky hide and shocked the living daylights out of it. Placing his gun on the giant's neck, the boy fired a drill shaped dart into the beast. The Tyrannitar swayed to and fro at which point its opponents jumped off. Letting out a low groan, it landed with a ground shaking THUD and passed out.
"Too bad, he wasn't even worth the effort," the boy remarked. Taking a weird cube out of his pocket, he pointed it at the defeated giant. It shot a dark orange beam at the pokemon and enveloped it before returning it into the cube as a beam of light. Kinda like a pokeball except temporary and captured pokemon aren't necessarily yours.
"Good job buddy," the young hunter commented with a grin while picking up his Jolteon and ruffling its head. It barked happily and licked his nose. Both turned to the tree 15 meters away.
"Hope you enjoyed the show?" He added, sticking his tongue at the startled ranger who at that point was trying to ambush them. Stumbling out, he was just about to proclaim their arrest when he fell into a 10 foot deep hole.
"I knew that would come in handy someday." The boy exclaimed with a laugh as the ranger swore and called for back-up through his capture styler. Looking up, he caught a glimpse of the evil genius who had planned the trap. A young face, framed with shoulder-length red hair splayed slightly at the bottom edges, stared back at him with a mischievous grin. But the two things that unnerved the ranger the most were: the very short, black lock of hair situated to the right of his forehead and the slight scar below his left eye running across his nose.
"D-D-Don't tell me y-you're-"he stuttered in disbelief before he felt 100 volts of lightning course through his veins. "Damn….it….." he muttered before slipping into oblivion.
"Nice!" the hunter remarked, high fiving his pokemon. Taking a look at the increasingly dark sky, he picked Jolteon up.
"Let's go cash this bad boy in," he concluded before snatching the ranger's styler, capturing a Xatu (that just, conveniently, happened to pass by) and flying away.
A few minutes later, 5 pokemon rangers stood gaping at the once beautiful but now battered landscape in shock. The top ranger, who had been called in at the time took a look at the scene and could only murmur in exasperation,
"Scarlet was here…."
2 hours later…
16 year old Scarlet stumbled into his underground residence dragging a suitcase. When it rains in Kanto, it sure as hell pours too. He and Jolteon were soaking wet and chilled to the bone. Not to mention they were dripping buckets on the warm carpet.
"Wow, KNN never said it'd rain tonight," the redhead spluttered as he lugged the suitcase unto the kitchen counter. As Jolteon started to shake the water off its yellow coat, Scarlet shook his head in disapproval.
"You know the rules fuzz ball, no shaking in the kitchen. Hang on a sec and I'll get you a towel."
Jolteon stopped and huffed in slight annoyance. As his owner walked out, he mockingly mimicked Scarlet's last statement. A little while later, his master came back and started drying him off. When Scarlet was done, he bit back a giggle as Jolteon's fur puffed up. Scowling, the pokemon merely shook itself down until its fur returned to normal. Both turned their attention to the suitcase.
"Personally, that Tyrannitar should cost a lot less but seeing as that silly old geezer had too much money and time on his hands, I thought it best to relieve him of some unwanted cash. I know, as if I wasn't smart enough already," Scarlet gloated as he opened the case. Jolteon merely rolled his eyes. His master could be an absolute dick at times but that's what helped him get this far. That… and his talent for hunting.
Both master and pokemon whistled at the stacks of bills in the case. Jolteon looked at his master. Scarlet returned it with a happy grin on his face. Only one thing came to both minds.
"VACATION!" they yelled in unison.
Just as Scarlet was about to get the car out, his phone rang. Only one person knew his secret base number and unfortunately, he hated this person's skinny guts.
"What is it this time, Brat?" he hissed as he picked it up. He never liked Boss thanks to the tasking (and sometimes downright stupid) requests that baby placed on his teen yet hardened shoulders.
"It's nice to see you too, big bro Ginger!" Boss replied absolutely unfazed. Scarlet grit his teeth. If there's one name he hated it was Ginger. It was annoying and it tasted terrible. (Believe me, he tried it once.)
"I take it your mission was a success? Well I don't really need to ask since it is the elusive Scarlet after all-" Scarlet had a feeling this wasn't going to end well. Boss only mentioned his name when he needed him to do something really big. Or really stupid.
"If it's another one of your stupid missions, give it to LP or something. I'm officially on VACATION," the redhead cut in sharply. He could have sworn the loli on the other side of the call was smirking widely for some reason. He heard Boss sigh.
"So I guess big brother's just gonna hand over 49.5 million pokedollars to the jerk with the pompadour then. Oh well, see Jerome I told ya he wasn't gonna do it but you wouldn't liste-"
"WOAH! BACK UP A SEC! WHAT DID YOU SAY?" Scarlet screamed into the phone unable to believe his ears. Jolteon looked up at him in surprise. He hadn't seen this kind of reaction since Boss had sent Scarlet a Christmas present. (Trust me, it wasn't pretty.)
"You want me to capture what?" He heard the boy say in disbelief. "But by my records, that's all the way in Unova. You're not shitting me, are you?"
It was too good to be true. Find a legendary pokemon, hand it in and be made for the next 5 years. Not to mention the fact that the damned brat would throw in another 12 million for a job well done.
Scarlet was smart. Not one to brag though but he really was. Boss was an unpredictable man/child. This could either be a really bad joke or the most fucked up chance of a lifetime. He couldn't tell.
But one thing was for sure as Jolteon caught that glint of greed in his green eyes.
"Jolteon, I know what we're gonna do tomorrow," His master criminal mastermind declared as he scooped up his electric pokemon and ordered a ticket for the nearest plane to Unova.
Later that night as the hunter slept on the custom king-sized double bed that had been specially ordered from Lilycove City in Hoenn, that banshee laugh that called itself a ringtone resonated through the night air. Forcing himself up, Scarlet opened a built-in drawer and pulled out handset.
"Forgot something?" the sleepy teen mumbled.
"Ginger, what's getting some?"
Scarlet: Damn it! That bastard slybill made a break for it as soon as he finished the page. He can't run from us though. I am the great hunter Scarlet. Jolteon can probably sniff him like a mile away-
White: Butterfree! *leaps on Scarlet's head and, with the force of Arceus on crack, crashes a pokeball onto his head!*
Slybill walks in with a cup of coffee, passes the growing puddle of blood and sits down to begin his next page. 5 seconds later...
Slybill: WOAH WHAT THE HELL! WHITE'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE IN THIS CHAPTER.