I think I'm working in a lost art here, because of stupid assumptions and hurtful stereotypes of those who work in this field of fan fiction.

But I continue to carry on with these guys, because I know that this is a nice fiction.

Kenji

When we unboarded the plane, I nearly vomited my guts out because after the bomb, the plane hit some turbulence while I was still victory-dancing, and the fact that I had stuffed my face with about seven bags of peanuts didn't help, either.

I had about ten bags of peanuts stuffed in the inside pockets of my vest in case we would need them later. I doubted that we would.

As soon as we left the airport, another man was waiting for us in another van. He signaled to us and got our password right.

It was six miles to our next base. It was another condo-like building in the sense that it was tall, and in the residential district of town.

And guess who was in front of the door. The kid from Ironwood. Same hat, same blank look, and same Charizard.

...Red, I believe.

It has been three years since he plowed through the Kanto League with little to no resistance. It has been three years when he supposedly took the Rockets down… but you can't always disband an organization by getting rid of the leader.

Especially an organization as sick-minded as the Rockets.

He had made a hand sign similar to a wave, but more apathetic, as if he were focused on something else, or because he simply didn't want to be here.

That guy must have something bad against Moldox. I believe I remember mentioning almost all of his Pokemon being gunned to death by a psychopathic Trainer by the name of Joseph Moldox.

But they pinned the crime on another guy.

I tried to get closer to him, but I guess Charizard had become more cautious and aggressive because he looked like he was going to attack me. Red put his hand on the draconic creature, as if to say, "It's okay. He's not gonna hurt us… I think."

I leaned on the wall next to him. I sighed, and said, "I suppose I wouldn't know what it'd be like to lose so many friends of yours… in about five minutes. So I can't really say I know that feel."

His facial expression looked like it was saying, "You're lucky for not knowing. It's likely to drive you insane."

All conversation turned into silence when we heard a gunshot, then screaming. On our way to investigate, we saw a stray charge of electricity.

We stopped at a blind corner, but Red pulled me back and gave me a dirty look, as if to say, "Are you crazy?"

I answered with a light shrug, and dashed for the scene. What I saw was a strange, haggard looking person raiding the corpse of a dead guy in a Moldox associate's uniform. He hissed at me, ran past me in a quick attack, and escaped. I checked the wound, and saw a bad-looking scratch. More like a gash.

Red saw the wound, propped me on his shoulder, and half-walked me to our place.

I was set down on a chair, where Ryaku took my shirts off, and started treating my wounds.

I told him all about what we saw in that alleyway.

"Do you recall exactly what they both looked like?" he asked.

I answered the question as good as I can. "Well… I remember the dead guy was wearing a Moldox-style uniform… but… the guy who was robbing the corpse, I could only really see for half a second, so I wasn't able to tell exactly who or even what it was."

He was still performing first aid. "I see. Who was with you?"

"Red was."

"How would you describe the charge?"

"Probably some wicked adaptation of a taser."

"I see."

We were silent for the next five minutes, trying to process what was going through our minds.

Ryaku sighed. He applied the last of the bandages, handed my shirts back, and rose. "We're gonna have to hunt for the other one you saw. Maybe your photographic memory is wired differently to mine; you should be able to recognize what you saw tonight."

The next day I put on the uniform I salvaged, and waited in the exact same area where I saw the scene last night. I was there for four hours, of which I spent humming to myself, bored out of my skull.

Then, at six PM, it happened. The same thing from last night attacked, but this time, Ryaku was here. Ryaku knocked it out with a metal baseball bat, mid-lunge.

Yep, this was the thing that I saw last night.

At a closer distance, I was able to tell what it was. It was shirtless, so I assumed that it's male. He closely resembled a Sandslash because of the plethora of spikes on his back.

Ryaku snapped a picture or two, and after that, we quickly left because we saw him twitch a little. We didn't want to be around when he came to.

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