Nidoran (female and male) and Persian

The room belonged entirely to the Persian. It was furnished with a luxurious scratching post, expensive assortments of toys, gold plated water and food dish, an antique mirror, and an extravagant four-post cat bed with sheer white curtains, silken pillows, and a heated mattress. When he wasn't busy being groomed, looking nice, or lording over the house, he liked to sit on the antique mahogany chair and admire the finery.

Not that he used much in the room. The toys were something to be proud of, but he couldn't be bothered to play with them. The bed was great for chilly nights, but he preferred to take his naps somewhere in the way so no one forgot that he lived here. And while he liked to check over his beautiful self in the mirror, he much preferred...

CRASH!

A violet colored Pokemon with large ears had slid right into his scratching post, knocking it into the water dish which flipped over and splashed water everywhere. He scrambled to the middle of the room. Shortly after, a light blue Pokemon followed; she looked similar to the male, but was smaller and less pointy. She tackled the male, tumbling them both several feet while she was apparently giving him a savage attack.

He laughed hard enough that he began wheezing. "Hey, hey! Stop... stop it! Stop tickling me!"

"Ti-ckl-ish!" she squealed, not yet relenting.

"Okay, okay!" She hopped off him and waited while he caught his breath. "Okay... you're... faster than me. Geez."

"Told you so," she teased.

The Persian frowned at them. "Ahem."

The two finally noticed him. "A hem of what?" she asked. "You aren't wearing any clothes."

"I assume that you must be new here," the Persian replied haughtily. "Who are you and to whom do you belong?"

"Uh, I'm Nino," the male said.

"And I'm Nina. We were caught by that Leo kid a few days ago."

He sniffed. "The servant boy; I should have suspected. He has a weak imagination to hand out such poor names."

The male scratched his ear, very low-class behavior. "It's better than calling us both Nidoran."

"Well my name is Lord Fausto Augusto Terzetto Sagittarius Ontario the Third and among Pokemon, I rule this household."

Nina tilted her head. "Soo... you're Lord F.A.T.S.O.?"

Nino laughed. "Oh wow, that is really appropriate."

Lord Fausto glared at them. "I'm big-boned and big-furred, not fat in the least. Hmph, such peasants. Now, you are to follow my rules and orders always, including..."

"Why?" Nino interrupted.

"Because I'm owned by the Master and you're owned by the servant!" he hissed, raising his tail in warning. "Hasn't anyone taught you any manners?"

"Uh, my Momma taught me not to use my horn except in battle."

Nina nodded. "Right, like mine did. She said it was because we are very poisonous, but we don't want to cause unnecessary suffering."

"Then neither of you have ever lived a civilized life, I presume. You have a lot to learn. First and foremost, obedience to me."

"Hey, we only have to do what Leo says," Nino argued, bristling his barbs. "And he didn't say nothing about listening to some bossy spoiled Pokemon."

"Did not say anything," Fausto corrected with a growl.

"I bet he hasn't fought nobody," Nina told her peer. "He must be, like, a real weak loser."

Fausto jumped off the chair gracefully, for his size. He brought up a paw and extended his sharp claws. "I've been made more powerful than you could ever dream of becoming. How could you dare challenge me...?"

"Tackle!" Nino shouted, right before he and Nina rammed their smaller bodies into him. Their horns jammed into his shoulders, hurting Fausto more than he'd ever been hurt before.

The Persian screamed. "Murder! You're trying to murder me!"

"Uh, I don't think that'll kill you," Nino said, puzzled.

"Yeah, that's kinda a normal battle wound," Nina added.

"The Master will make you and your boy pay," Fausto growled before passing out. His body vanished, going back to his all-white Pokeball.

Nina scratched her head. "Sheesh. You'd think he'd never been poisoned before."

"He probably hasn't," Nino said, then flicked his ears around. "Leo's coming."

Their Trainer ran past the doorway a moment later. Skidding to a stop, the teen came back to the door. He seemed to be in a dark mood as he brushed his black hair away from his face. "Nino, Nina, there you are. Come on, we're getting out of here."

"But we just got to this nice place," Nina pointed out.

"What're you doing in Fat Cat's room anyhow?" He picked up the white Pokeball and looked at it. Then he turned pale. "You guys poisoned and knocked him out?"

"And he deserved it," Nina said.

"Pompous old cat," Nino muttered.

"Master Silph will be really mad about this." Leo considered it, then got an angry glint in his eyes. "Whatever. Let's go." He stuck the Pokeball in the pocket of his jacket, then returned to running out the hall. Nino and Nina followed him.

In an alley between some upscale apartments, Leo was fiddling with a device attached to Fausto's Pokeball. Nino and Nina were using a puddle to clean themselves up with, but they listened as young teenager talked.

"My Dad always said that a hard day's work makes an honest living. But where's he gotten doing that? Nowhere. He and Mom have worked all days and most nights, and I still have to put up with crazy Master Silph to help them make ends meet. It's not fair. At least, I had to. If I hadn't quit, he would have fired me."

"They say you can tell how a Trainer is by their Pokemon," Nina said.

"What's that say about Master Silph if his Pokemon is a fatso who couldn't fight a Kakuna?" Nino asked.

"He must be lazy, fat, and stupid."

Leo was still talking to himself. "How can he punish me for messing with electronics when he's stealing all of his employees' ideas and making huge profits? I bet he hasn't done a day of hard work in his life, but he's making more money in a day than my Dad has made his whole life. I don't care what people say; it's obvious that the cheaters get ahead."

"So what're we doing now?" Nino asked, bumping his head carefully against Leo's leg.

The teenager smiled for a moment, forgetting his anger to scratch Nino's head. But it didn't stay away for long. "Well now I have his stupid Pokemon. A Persian is rare, I hear, because the Meowths are evasive. Maybe it'll be really powerful if I train it. And with this," he detached the device from the ball, "Fausto is now registered to me. Come on out." He pressed the button.

Now healed up from the double poisoned Tackle, Fausto looked around the alley in disgust. "Ugh, how dreadful. Where am I?"

"You're with us and Leo now," Nina explained.

"And Leo's not Master Silph's servant anymore," Nino said. "Which means we don't have to listen to you after all. So there."

"What? I have to live out on these miserable alleyways like some common street Rattata? But that's so unfair!"

"Hey, so long as there's fresh food and water, it's good," Nino said nonchalantly.

"Okay, Fausto, you're taking orders from me now," Leo said.

"WHHYYY?" the Persian whined, causing Nino to hunker down and cover his sensitive ears. "Where's my gold-plated dishes? Where's my heated bed? Where's my authentic mohair squeaky toy? I can't do anything without them."

"Quiet down," Leo ordered. "We can't get caught here."

"But how can you afford to groom me every single day, and feed me properly, and give me my own servants? I'm a Lord, not some filthy commoner Pokemon like these two rodents."

Nina growled, showing her barbs fully. "What's so bad about rodents? It's better than being some spoiled cat."

"Calm down and keep quiet," the teen hissed, his patience worn thin by various bad encounters throughout the day.

Obediently, Nina settled herself down and looked to Leo. But Fausto hissed and tried to scratch the female Nidoran. He missed, but the male Nidoran jumped up and bit the Persian's tail, causing him to yowl again.

Leo pressed the white Pokeball's button, recalling Fausto. "Stupid Persian. Why won't he listen to me?"

Feeling safe in that the teen wouldn't understand, Nina said, "Well you did steal him instead of capturing him properly."

"Hey you!" a man called out. "Kid!"

Leo jumped up, hastily putting his device behind his back. "I-I'm not doing anything. Just dealing with my Pokemon, that's all."

"Was that your Persian?"

"Of course," he lied easily. "I call 'im Sissy Cat."

The two Nidorans snorted.

"But, well, he's kind of a handful, more than I expected."

The man came up to them. "Could I buy him off you?"

Leo made a good impression of being puzzled, but his mind was already in action. "Um, what for? He was a gift Pokemon."

Scratching his head nervously, he replied, "Well, to make a long story short, the man I work for is Master Silph, and I think his Persian has been stolen. He doesn't much pay attention to him anyways, as he's just a trophy, but I'll get into real trouble if he goes missing. I think he won't notice if I just replace him, though."

"Isn't that dishonest?" Leo asked in feigned innocence.

"I'll give you twenty thousand dollars. I'll take care of the registry, don't worry."

"Okay, I guess. I can get another Pokemon."

"Great, thank you so much." He filled out a check and handed it over in exchange for the white Pokeball. Then he hurried back to the Silph mansion.

"Must be the new butler I heard about," Leo mused when they were alone again. "Idiot; even considering potential rarities, Fat Cat's not worth that much."

"He isn't worth the litter box he uses," Nino commented, rubbing his left ear.

"But I wonder why he wouldn't obey me." He clenched his fist. "He should have listened. There must be a way... I'll find a way to make all Pokemon obey, somehow."

"You're Leonard Giovanni, am I right?" another man said from the shadows.

Leo spun around. "Who are you?"

"You're Giovanni?"

He nodded. "Yes, what of it?"

The strange man came up to them. "I've been watching you for a little while; you've got talents and intelligence. If you're not too picky about the laws, I could teach some things. You could change the world, if you only know how to begin."

The two Nidorans looked at each other. "Should we be worried about this?" Nina asked.

"I think he's saying that Leo could be the greatest Trainer ever," Nino replied. He tilted his ears back proudly. "Which would make us, as his first Pokemon, the greatest Nidorans in the world."

"Or the greatest Pokemon ever?"

"Maybe even that."

"That'd be awesome."

Young Leonard Giovanni considered his options.

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Nidoran F Fire Red entry: Though small, it must be treated with caution because of its powerfully toxic barbs. The female has smaller horns.

Nidoran M Fire Red entry: Its large ears are flapped like wings when it is listening to distant sounds. It extends toxic barbs when angered.

Persian Leaf Green entry: Although its fur has many admirers, it is tough to raise as a pet because of its fickle meanness.

I'm a cat person, but this story needed a villain Pokemon and Persian fit the bill. On a side note, another Perisan entry mentions that you can calm it down by holding its whiskers. Um, I've never known a cat who acts that way…