Another episode done, this time without my stomach being so vocal. So it should be plothole free. A nice few suprises are in this, so read away. Don't forget to comment/review!

Episode Sixty-Seven: Vermillion City

"I hate it in here," I said to the simulated clearing, "piece of crap."

"Well, at least you can't get your tail ripped off in here," came the laugh from behind.

"Mew," I sighed, turning round to glare at my guest

"Yeh huh. So, what'cha been up too?"

"Aren't you supposed to know everything?" I asked, confused.

"Even us omnipotent Pokémon need to sleep sometimes, you'd be amazed at what you can miss while napping."

I stared at the cat thing for several seconds, trying to figure out if Mew was kidding.

"I'm not kidding," Mew smirked

"Stop reading my mind, damnit!" I yelled.

"Stop thinking so loud then."

"I feel so violated."

"I get that a lot but being able to read minds does have its advantages. Do you know what the Frank guy was thinking when Moron punched him in the face?"

"Do I want to know?"

"Probably not, it would scar you for life."

With the tension diminished, I told Mew what had transpired since I had seen him last.

"So there is a Persian after your precious kits," Mew said, thoughtfully, "well, it won't be able to follow you through the subway so you can rest easy."

"But it can go after Spiral!"

"No it can't. It only managed to get Blacky the first time because nobody was around, Spiral hangs around the Gym Leader and Vapor so it won't get that chance again. Trust me."

The last two words worried me even more. Mew must have read my mind because he cracked up laughing.

"I'll do everything in my power to keep the Eevee safe but if I do that then I can't keep an eye on you."

"I can look after myself, there are enough people looking after me as it is without you as well," I replied.

"Then I'll see you when you come back to Cerulean. Have fun in Vermillion!" Mew laughed as he faded from view.

"I have to figure out how he does that," I muttered to myself before I was called out of my portable prison.

I found myself standing on a cold, concrete path but at least I was in the open air. The tranquility was ruined, unfortunatly, by Moron running behind a tree while screaming.

"He thinks you are going to flame-grill him," Squirtle laughed.

"Thanks for the idea," I said, turning to glare at the hiding Human.

Pika stepped in front of me and frowned.

"What is it with you and attacking him?" She asked.

"What is it with you and throwing lightning around like it is going out of fashion?" Squirtle countered.

I could see the impending battle coming and stepped out of the firing line.

"I'm warning you Squirt," Pika growled.

"Of what? What can you do to me that you have not done to me before?" Squirtle grinned.

"Punch you in the face?" I 'helpfully' suggested

"Done that," Pika sighed.

"Slap you."

"She did that, three times."

"Kiss you?" I asked, watching Squirtle turn bright red, "she did that too?"

"I'm afraid she did, when you returned from the grave in Cerulean."

The two of them were staring at me, if a Pikachu's cheeks could go any redder than Pika's would have, as they waited to see my reaction. I looked both of them in the eyes, before grinning, "well then good luck to you and make sure you invite me to the wedding."

Squirtle looked like he had just had a heart attack, "you have got to be kidding me."

"Nah, you get along better with Pika than I do anyway. If I hadn't shown up in the clearing then who knows what would have happened," I laughed, thankfull that I was in the clear for once.

"I hate it when you are right," Squirtle sighed before Pika knocked him flat with a smack to the head.

"That's for being a jerk!" She yelled at him while I was laughing my head off.

"See what I mean?" I said between chuckles, "she wouldn't have given me a reason."

Pika glared at me before storming off, letting Squirtle get to his feet.

"You are a bastard sometimes," he glared.

"The hell I am!" I replied, "I'm a bastard all the time."

"We upset her, don't you at least feel a little guilty?" Squirtle sighed.

"A little," I replied, before adding, "is that an apple tree? Now maybe I can finally get round to eating a proper meal."

"Can you go five minutes without being distracted by food?"

"Only when eating," I laughed as I climbed the tree, hearing the water Pokémon sigh once more.

After finally eating my fill, we set off once more. Squirtle and Pika were refusing to talk to me, which was prefectly fine in my opinion. I was enjoying the silence untill Moron exclaimed, "we're here! Vermillion City."

I couldn't help but gawp, in front of me there was a massive city which was filled with huge buildings and colourfull tents. But what really amazed me, was the vast blue sea that ran up against the Human's homes.

"I hear there is going to be a festival on in a few days time," Moron laughed, "we'll stick around and enjoy ourselves while we can but, first, lets go pick up that medicine for Nurse Joy."

As I followed Moron through the streets, I was observing the different sights and smells around here. The air was different, more salty. I cannot explain it well, but it was very different to what I was used too. The Humans here wore thicker clothes and looked much tougher than the ones in Cerulean.

Moron somehow managed to find the red roofed building that signaled a Pokémon Center. We all traipsed inside while Moron when to speak with, another, Nurse Joy. I was really starting to get confused as to all of these Nurse Joy's. They all looked identical and had the same bloody name, could their parents have been a little more original when naming this lot?

Moron came back with a small vial of liquid in his hand, he placed it in his pocket before looking down at us Pokémon with a grin, "lets go find the Gym."

"We passed it on the way here," Joanne butted in, "I remember the way."

'This shouldn't be too hard,' I thought to myself as we went on our way. I was very wrong, so very wrong.