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Happenings Between Goals	By : GreatMasterM Category: Pokemon > General Views: 1715 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The Pokemon franchise isn't mine. The whole thing belongs to Gamefreak, The OC human characters are mine, though, so no stealing. Any resemblance to real people, live or not, is coincidental. I make no profit from this.

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Next chapter coming at ya! Nothing much to say. Fillers will start coming at a higher frequency starting next month. I really ought to change my Word program to accept "Beldum" as a word. FF14: Pokedexes have a silent mode. FF15: Humans in this world are more resilient to elemental attacks than humans in our world. FF16: It is illegal to own a Porygon-Z, though it appears this law isn't imposed very often.

Chapter 7: Fluffy, Dark Clouds

                The sun was shining high over our heads as we headed along the river just outside of town. I had Beldum out “walking” with me since Beldum had psychically let me know that it was feeling restless. However, since it kept wandering around and paying extra attention to the riverbed, I was starting to think it was just hungry and not willing to wait until lunchtime. I started to worry that we might come across some tasty steel types. Was I gonna have to pay for that?

                “Beldum, if you’re hungry, you should just tell me instead of saying you’re restless,” I told it after it hovered over to the riverbed once again. “Not that it would help you or anything.”

                I heard a splash. In a split second, I deduced that whatever made it was big.

                “Take Down!”

                I turned to where the splash came from and saw Beldum colliding with a Floatzel. The furry thing fell back into the river. Beldum eyed the spot.

                “Wait for it to make its move,” I cautioned.

                We waited a few moments before the Floatzel popped up behind Beldum and started shooting star-shaped rays at it. The rays hit Beldum, who squinted as the attack hit, but managed to move out of the way quickly and seemed undeterred.

                “Hit it with Take Down again!”

                As the Floatzel landed on a rock in the middle of the river, Beldum swooped down and hit it again. The Floatzel went flying to the bank, unconscious. Beldum flew back to me.

                “Good job. But that still isn’t going to get you a treat any sooner.”

                I looked around.

                “Why is it that Greg is never around when I’m being awesome?”

                Greg had, in fact, suggested that we separate while training so that there would be plenty of Pokémon to fight between us, and that trainers would be less likely to battle both of us, which would rob us of more experience for our Pokémon. I think he wanted to catch something and use it against me as well. I looked at Beldum.

                “Well, let’s get going. Maybe there’s a poor trainer up ahead that specializes in Pokémon made of glass.”

~~~

                “My Pokémon are, like, made of glass!” yelled the trainer as Beldum took down his Plusle.

                I had already defeated his Minun and Illumise. I was already guessing his next Pokémon.

                “Here’s my last Pokémon, Volbeat!”

                Time to use someone new.

                “Return, Beldum! Let’s go, Nincada!”

                We both sent out our bug Pokémon.

                “Use Fury Swipes!” I shouted.

                He scurried over to Volbeat, quick as a whip, leapt up, and started slashing at Volbeat’s face with frightening flurry. The Volbeat cried out in pain and tried to get him off of it.

                “Oh no! Use Flash!”

                The bug started shining brightly, causing Nincada to jump off of it and back away.

                “Now use Double Team to protect yourself!” the trainer called out.

                The Volbeat wasted no time creating as many illusions of himself as possible. Fortunately, they taught us many times in school how to counteract this technique.

                “Use Sand Attack! Blow it in every direction!”

                Nincada dug into the dirt around him and started throwing it at all of the illusions at an alarming pace. One by one, the illusions fell and very quickly the real Volbeat was hit with the dirt.

                “Now use Scratch!”

                Nincada was back on Volbeat and slashed at it again. This time the bug went down.

                “Aw man! You won! Volbeat, return,” the trainer said, dejectedly.

~~~

                “Shroomish, use Absorb!”

                Shroomish shot out a seed at Suicune (that was what I was calling the Slowpoke I was facing), and sapped the rest of the energy out of it. I thought about catching Suicune, but with the gym being grass-specific, I figured it’d be better to just focus on my now full team at the moment. Plus, Suicune is just a Slowpoke.

                As I walked away from Suicune, I heard a faint whisper behind me.

                “Slooooooow……pooooooooke?”

                ‘Don’t look back. Don’t make eye contact. If he can’t see your eyes, you’re invisible,’ I thought to myself.

~~~

                “RING RING RING. RING RING RING. PHONE CALL. PHONE CALL. RING RING-“

                I checked the cell phone screen. It said it was Greg. I answered.

                “So did you go crying to the Pokémon Center yet?”

                “You have no faith in me.”

                “I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’”

                “Screw you. I’ll have you know that I ‘survived’ in Route 205 for the past hour and a half. Wait, do I hear the alluring sound of a Pokémon Center healing machine humming in the background there?”

                There was a moment of silence before I heard the humming sound get louder.

                “Whoa!” Greg said, as if he was dodging something. “Nice try. Looks like it’s the next thing I’m going to catch. Unless you sent a Vespiquen to take me out of the picture.”

                “Always a possibility,” I replied, jealous that he would be catching such a strong Pokémon.

                “I’m going to have to call you later. See you later.”

                He hung up.

                I may have to start investing in Rare Candies to get my Pokémon to evolve quicker.

                “Hey you!” came a voice.

                I looked over to where it came from. Two women came running up to me. One of them was wrapped in some kind of dirty cloak, her hair frizzy and grey, barefooted, like she was a homeless, crazy woman you’d see outside the grocery store. The other looked like the polar opposite: she wore black high heel shoes, a sharp blue leotard, and that was where things stop being tame. She also had black underwear on OVER her leotard, so maybe she thought she was a superheroine? The strange lady also was wearing a triangle around her neck like a necklace. Yes, a triangle. Her hair was styled to resemble a Scraggy’s tail. This woman was clearly insane, possibly more so than the homeless woman. She talked to me again.

                “I’m from the Nimbasa City Gym in the Unova region. The gym leader there, Elesa, is having us scout the world for strong trainers to come challenge her! This lady here says she’s a medium, and that she can sense the potential in other trainers.”

                The homeless lady agreed and smiled warmly. Or at least how she would probably describe as “warmly.”

                “So I hired her to come with me to point out strong trainers and guess what?! She nailed you right on the spot!”

                This sounded dirty, even if it did mean that some homeless lady thought I was super strong.

                “You cannot escape your destiny, child!” the homeless woman shouted, pointing a crooked, bony finger at me. “You wield magnificent power! And you will someday become the name everyone will chant!”

                “See?! Isn’t that wonderful news?” said the triangular woman. “We simply MUST battle you to see if you hold up to that promise!”

                The two ladies held up Poké Balls.

                Wait, “we?” As in, both? At the same time?!

                “Let’s go, Zebstrika!”

                “Come, my Mr. Mime.”

                This is SO unfair. I had to keep track of two Pokémon while they only had to keep track of one.

                “Let’s get ‘em, Shelmet, Shroomish!”

                Shelmet could take out the Mr. Mime, but I had nothing good against Zebstrika and plenty Zebstrika’s good against. A grass type should be able to hold against it for a little while, at least.

                “Shelmet, use Struggle Bug against that mime! Shroomish, Leech Seed that Zebstrika!” I said, taking the initiative.

                “Zebstrika, use your Flame Charge against that Shroomish!” called out the model.

                “Use your hands to put up a Reflect wall, Mr. Mime,” said the homeless lady.

                “Dodge that Flame Charge!”

                The mime put up a wall just as Shelmet crashed into it, and Shroomish just managed to shoot some seeds onto the Zebstrika before it got hit with flaming fury.

                “Shrooooo…!” it cried, tossed in the air like a baseball.

                “Augh, try to use a Mega Drain!”

                “Doubleslap, Mr. Mime,” I heard the old lady say.

                I looked back to Shelmet to see her being dope slapped by the mime.

                “You use Mega Drain, too!” I said.

                Shelmet latched on to the Mr. Mime and started draining as Shroomish tried to lock on to the Zebstrika.

                “Use Shock Wave!”

                The Zebstrika fired off a quick jolt of electricity at Shroomish, who got the full brunt of the attack.

                “Shroomish, return!” I said, recalling him before he could hit the ground. “Shelmet, use Struggle Bug again!”

                At such close proximity, it took no effort for her to start flailing about at the Mr. Mime.

                “Nincada, let’s go! Use Leech Life to help Shelmet out!”

                I sent Nincada out and both bugs made quick work of the mime, which shortly went down from the combined attacks.

                “Flame Charge, Zebstrika! On Shelmet!”

                “Dodge it!”

                “Striiiiika!”

                Shelmet managed to escape Zebstrika’s attack and keep a safe distance away from it. But now I had to deal with an electric type that can use fire attacks by using two bugs against it. Poliwag would be fainted immediately, as would Pidgeotto, and fire is one of Beldum’s few weaknesses. This Pokémon was basically born to wreck my team. The seed Shroomish planted started to spread over Zebstrika’s body.

                “Nincada, use Fury Swipes! Shelmet, use Acid!”

                I didn’t worry too much about Nincada getting up close and personal with Zebstrika since it was part ground type. He quickly got up to Zebstrika and started scratching away. Meanwhile, Shelmet fired off some purple goo at Zebstrika from afar, taking care as to not hit his comrade.

                “Oh no!” cried the model. “Use Thunder Wave to get that ugly thing off you!”

                The black beast unleashed a load of electricity, but it wasn’t doing anything to Nincada.

                “He’s not ugly, and he’s certainly not going to be harmed by that!” I yelled at her.

                The seed was starting to take effect, sapping Zebstrika’s strength and giving it to Nincada. Nincada, renewed with vigor, kept on swinging.

                “Shelmet, use Mega Drain!”

                Shelmet quickly lined up her shot and fired a silky thread from its mouth to Zebstrika. The thread started glowing bright green as she started sucking the energy from the beast. The combined efforts of the Leech Seed, the Mega Drain, and the Fury Swipes finally brought the Zebstrika down.

                “Shocking! Stunning! How electrifying!” said the model, recalling her Pokémon. “Sorry, Elesa gets a thrill out of having us make electric puns after we battle trainers.”

                I recalled my own Pokémon. The prize money (at least one of them was a gym trainer, so she’d better have money for me to take) was transferred over to my account.

                “You see, child? You possess great power, and you wield it masterfully,” said the homeless lady. “I believe that you will become something great, and that you will succeed in whatever you put your mind to.”

                “That’s amazing! Even though your Pokémon are unevolved, I think you would be a match for Elesa!” said the model.

                With all the compliments they were paying me, I was starting to believe it, though I wasn’t entirely convinced that I was The Chosen One.

                “So would you be interested in coming to Unova and battling our leader?!” continued the model, clasping her smooth, dainty hands on top of mine (which were most certainly not smooth or dainty).

                While the idea did sound good, I could just see myself having to explain myself to the passerbys on the street, telling them that I was offered to leave Sinnoh, a world-renown hard place to thrive and succeed in, and flee to Unova which, while not as “easy” as, say, Johto, was still decidedly less difficult than Sinnoh, and that I didn’t just give up and flee the region because I was scared or weak. They wouldn’t listen, and if they did, they wouldn’t believe me. I wouldn’t believe me. Furthermore, SOMEONE has to take care of Greg. He couldn’t tie his own shoelaces without my assistance. And then there’s all the paperwork I’d have to do and I’d have to give up my badge I earned.

                “I’m gonna have to give you a raincheck on that one.”

                “Oh come oooooon…”

                “I really have to stay here…”

                “Let the child do what he wants,” piped up the homeless lady. “You can’t force destiny to go towards a different path. If the fates decide that he should stay here, just as they decided to let him win his match against us, then here he should stay.”

                The model looked sad about this sudden turn of events.

                “Awww…Elesa will be so sad,” she said with a frown. “But I believe in this woman here, so I’ll have to relent! If destiny says so, who am I to complain?”

                She held out a business card.

                “But here’s our number, just in case you change your mind, tee hee!”

                Being a perfect gentleman (no matter WHAT Greg says), I took the card and thanked her. She beamed with delight and wished me well on my journey. The homeless lady shook my hand and spouted more future dialogue before taking her leave as well. The whole thing with them was a surreal experience, but at least I won money and got confirmation that I was The Chosen One. That THAT, Greg!

~~~

                I continued my training until I got another call from Greg, suggesting that we meet back in Floaroma Town for lunch. I think he was just trying to bait me into seeing him so he can challenge me with that Vespiquen he saw earlier. I was sure that I could take it, though.

~~~

                Greg was upset that he didn’t catch the Vespiquen. According to him, though he took it out quick and easy, it just wouldn’t stay in the Poké Balls he threw at it.

                “When I get the Forest Badge, I’ll be able to buy Great Balls, and these kinds of things won’t happen anymore,” he said between mouthfuls of a sandwich.

                “Oh? But I thought ALL Pokémon would GLADLY throw away their lives for the chance to travel with you,” I said dramatically.

                “They do,” he countered. “Some just don’t know it yet.”

                I told him about my battle with the gym model and crazy homeless lady. He seemed to think I was making it all up.

                “Look at my Pokédex! Look at all that money! Did I have that much money when we left this morning? Nooooo.”

                “So you beat up a rich trainer while they weren’t looking. And had a cold. And only had a single Rattata as their team. Who also had a cold.”

                “And I’m guessing that the Vespiquen you fought really went down as quick as you said? If it was a Vespiquen at all!”

                “You’re doubting MY word?! I wouldn’t believe you saying you’re a Pokémon trainer unless I saw the Pokédex itself!”

                We grabbed our balls (…awkward) only to be reminded of the fact that all of our Pokémon were still being treated at the Center. While I probably could take him on in a fight, there were too many witnesses around to watch, and Greg would somehow win them over to his side with his charisma.

                “When we get our Pokémon back, it’s on,” he said.

                “You’re going down.”

~~~

                Once we were finished with lunch, we headed on back to Center for our Pokémon. We thanked Nurse Allison and left the lobby, intent on completely undoing her hard work by having our Pokémon beat the stuffing out of each other. Unfortunately, this appeared to be the busy hour at Floaroma Town and the area around the Center was swarming with people and Pokémon alike, so we decided to go out a little ways to have our deathmatch. We soon found a suitable spot. It was perfect, actually. There was plenty of space to move around AND it was nearby a bunch of people, so there would be an audience watching me as I creamed Greg.

                “Yoo-hoo! Hey you!” came a loud voice. “You with the jacket on!”

                Everyone looked at the direction the voice was coming from. A girl, a young woman really, since she had to be around the same age Greg and I were, was running up to us. Her blond hair reached down her back. Her dress looked too expensive to be running in. She wore…a beret? Seriously? Are all the women trainers in Sinnoh crazy? There were two triangular bumps on the beret. They looked liked Meowth ears. This woman was crazier than the two I met earlier! It was then that I realized that I was wearing a jacket. How do I manage to attract these kinds of women?!

                Greg and I looked at each other for an explanation as Princess Persian came closer and closer to us. Clearly, neither of us knew who this lady was.

                “Hey!” she said, addressing me, when she finally came up next to us. “I saw you two last night at the festival! Wasn’t that, like, totally cool?!”

                “Uh…yeah?” I replied, not knowing what else to say.

                “I mean with all the lights and music and pretty colors and laughing and good times and the beautiful banquette and EEEEEEEEE! It was SO cool!” she rambled on.

                Greg and I were both clearly terrified.

                “Oh!” she exclaimed, as if remembering something important. “I forgot to ask! Are you two Pokémon trainers?”

                “Yeah…” answered Greg, nervously.

                “How cool is that?! I am too! Kinda. You two looked like SUCH fun people to hang around with last night. Oh! The Pokémon! We should have a battle!”

                She looked at me with an unnerving fire in her eyes.

                “Come on! Let’s have a round! I’ll warn you: I’m pretty tough!”

                “How many badges do you have?”

                “None! I don’t do badges. But that won’t stop me! I’m still one tough cookie!”

                No badges? And here she is, bloating her ego, telling me that she’ll beat me? I already have one badge, and that was a challenge itself to get, and I’m apparently The Chosen One according to the homeless lady and the gym leader’s assistant. Plus the Floatzel would probably say that I was the one that deserved the “tough cookie” label. This girl probably has a Jigglypuff and considers it untouchable.

                “Okay, fine,” I said.

                I turned to Greg.

                “Watch this. I’ll beat her AND have enough energy to wipe you out afterwards. We won’t even need a trip to the Center first.”

                “I can’t believe you’re allowing her to fight you first before our planned battle. Oh wait, it’s because of boobs, isn’t it? You’re that desperate for some female companionship.”

                “Are we speaking through jealousy now?” I quipped.

                “Weak.”

                “Hey you guys! C’mon!”

                I turned to her and pulled out Poliwag’s Poké Ball.

                “You don’t want this to end too quickly, do ya?” I said.

                We both set our Pokédexes for battle.

                “Let’s go, Poliwag!”

                “Come on out, Skitty!”

                She threw a black Poké Ball that I easily identified as a Luxury Ball. For Arceus’ sake, how rich is this girl? From the Luxury Ball appeared a pink feline that I assumed was called a Skitty. It has squinty eyes and mewled, and I figured that if there was ever a Love-type Pokémon, this was it. But it also looked like a plush toy ripe for a beating.

                “Water Gun!”

                “Use Fake Out, Skitty pretty!”

                As Poliwag breathed in to expel water, the Skitty rushed right up to him and tackled him. What I thought must’ve felt like being hit with a feather pillow turned out to be like being headbutted by a Steelix, as Poliwag went flying across the ground and into the brush nearby. Even before he stopped tumbling, I could tell that he was out.

                “Poliwag, return!”

                A lucky shot? A critical hit? Fake Out is a normal type move and Skitty definitely looked like a normal type Pokémon. Normal types are weak against fighting types, and I don’t want to be down more Pokémon than I already am.

                “Breloom, your turn!”

                “Oooooh! Things are, like, getting serious and stuff now!” said the girl.

                “You like fast? Mach Punch!”

                Breloom launched itself fist-first at Poliwag’s murderer and fist connected to squinted face.

                “Nya!”

                “Skitty honey! Use Copycat! Hehe.”

                “Nyaaaa!”

                Suddenly that plush toy was punching back, decking Breloom across the cheek. How could it do that with its little stubs-for-legs?

                “Now Assist!”

                “Nnnnnnyaaaaaa!”

                The wind started picking up around the Skitty. What did she have in her team that knew flying attacks?

                “Gust!”

                “Headbutt!”

                Breloom charged forth and the Skitty sent wind blades at him. The sharp gusts of wind stopped Breloom in his tracks, and the remaining gusts sent him flying back to me. This was a disaster!

                “Breloom, return! You got lucky with that Assist.”

                Gust takes out Nincada and Shelmet, so…

                “Pidgeotto, you’re up!”

                “Pretty!” the girl cried.

                Was she taking any of this seriously?

                “Alright, let’s hope our friends pull through for us again, my beloved Skitty, and use Assist!”

                “Whirlwind!”

                The small little thing started glowing again and opened its mouth. Pidgeotto started flapping her wings vigorously. Anything in this girl’s party was probably a safer choice than this Skitty.

                “Nnnyaaa!”

                “Hurry Skitty! Use Powder Snow!”

                “You have ice moves, too?!”

                A sharp, cold wind blew through the Skitty’s mouth, right at Pidgeotto. The winds she was creating died instantly and she struggled to stay in the air. Pretty soon, she plummeted to the earth, hard.

                “Finish it off with Tackle!”

                The pink blob became the pink blur as it whizzed across the field and knocked Pidgeotto back some more.

                “Pidgeotto, return!”

                Normal, flying, ice, and who knows what else. What do I do?

                “Stop sucking!” shouted Greg, his hands cupped around his mouth for greater sound magnitude.

                “I’d like to see you do better!” I shouted back. “Nincada, you’re up!”

                “Nin.”

                The girl got a good look at it.

                “Ewwwww! That bug isn’t nearly as pretty as my beautiful Beautifly!”

                Well, that explains the Gust attack.

                “Use Doubleslap, Skitty honey!”

                Since the Skitty was right there, it reared back and started lashing out at Nincada with its plump tail. I figured Nincada didn’t stand a chance. This was only a vain attempt to wear down the Skitty monstrosity. So it didn’t surprise me when Nincada fainted after it was through with him.

                “Return.”

                Time to gamble.

                “Shelmet, let’s go!”

                “Are you, like, a bug trainer or something?”

                “Use Bide!”

                “Shelllll…”

                Shelmet lowered the helmet and clenched herself.

                “Uh-oh. We better finish it off in one hit then, pretty Skitty! Assist!”

                The menace glowed once again and this time spat a fireball at Shelmet.

                “Alright, Ember!” she cheered.

                Shelmet continued to store energy.

                “Let’s knock it out with Tackle!”

                “Nya nya nya nyanyanya!” the Skitty said as it ran to gain momentum and slammed into Shelmet, knocking her into the air.

                “Meeeeet!” she wailed, before dropping to the ground.

                “Shelmet, return!”

                There was only one Pokémon left.

                “I hope your last Pokémon isn’t another bug,” said the girl.

                “It’s not, but it’s my best! Go, Beldum!”

                “Oh no! A steel type! Skitty, sweetie, we need that Ember back!”

                “Beldum, use Take Down!”

                “Use Assist!”

                “NyaaaaAAAAAA!”

                And then a powerful stream of flame shot from the Skitty’s mouth. This was NOT Ember.

                “Yay! Flame Burst!”

                Beldum fell to the ground. I suddenly felt as if the whole world left the heater on and I was standing right underneath it.

                “We won! We won! Yay, Skitty! We did it!” the girl cheered.

                No badges my ass! She was lying! There’s no way that I could’ve been defeated so thoroughly by someone without any badges!

                She came over to me with her Skitty following so that we could swipe cards.

                “That was a fun battle, huh?” she said.

                “No badges, huh?” I replied.

                “Nope! Gym battles are lame! Skitty and I do things our own way!”

                “Maybe he should start thinking about doing things your way, then,” said Greg, coming up behind me.

                “My way would’ve beaten your way if you were battling instead of her,” I snapped back.

                We swiped cards and I felt my life saving draining away from me.

                “Yay, let’s go get some ice cream, Skitty pretty!” she said, skipping off to find some frozen treats even though it was late September.

                The crowd around us started to disperse.

                “Did you see that Skitty? No way your team could’ve beaten it either,” I said to Greg, silently justifying my loss. “That thing was clearly strong enough to take on at least her fourth gym leader. Arceus knows what the rest of her team is like.”

                “Well, she did say she wasn’t doing the gym challenge. Whatever she’s doing, she’s been doing it for awhile. Maybe she’s a Pokémon Connoisseur?”

                “Then I’d like to show her the perfect match between my foot and her ass.”

                “What a gracious loser you are.”

                “I’m going back to the Center to sulk and heal my psychologically damaged team. We’ll have to put off my curb-stomping you for another day.”

                I turned to leave.

                “Oh I’m so relieved,” he replied, sarcastically.
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