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Warning :: Yes, this is an H!P/Pokemon crossover fic. You have been warned.
Notes :: If you don't know what a pokemon is, I probably don't know too much about it. The reason I'm choosing from season who the hell knows of Pokemon is because they're unbearably adorable (Despite the fact their English names are the suxxors) or they just fit. Or both. Don't worry, I'll try not to make the fic the suxxors.
Profiles
Our Hero
Kamei Eri
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/whytdragiyon/Victory%20Pics/kamei.jpg)
Age: 16
Team: (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/whytdragiyon/HPK/dpmfa387.png) (Mood :: Evil. Just. Evil.)
Battle Phrase: "Hey, be nice!", "AIAIAIAIAIAIAIAI!"
Niigaki Risa
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/whytdragiyon/Victory%20Pics/niigaki.jpg)
Age: 17
Team: (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/whytdragiyon/HPK/dpffa152.png) (Mood :: Drama Queen!)
Battle Phrase: HEY! Ruuuude!.... OMG, Did I hurt you?
Yoshizawa Hitomi
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/whytdragiyon/Victory%20Pics/yossie.jpg)
Age: 22
Team: (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/whytdragiyon/HPK/dpmfa439.png) (Mood :: Mimey!)
Battle Phrase: "Hey, I didn't touch her butt! Honest, it's a curse!"
Random Pokemon
None right now!
Other Trainers
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/whytdragiyon/Victory%20Pics/reina.jpg)
Age: 16
Team: (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/whytdragiyon/HPK/dpffa403.png) (Mood :: Angwie!)
Battle Phrase: "I ain't a Yankee. You're just too stuck up!"
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/whytdragiyon/Victory%20Pics/junjun.jpg)
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Table of Index
1 - Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 Part 1
2 - Chapter 3 Part 2, Chapter 4, Chapter 5
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Prologue
It was a bright, and sunny day, as opposed to the dark and stormy nights that occurred during the dreary winter seasons of the land of Kinamoto. However, in the quaint town of Hyori, our hero slept.
And slept.
And turned over in her sleep.
And slept some more.
Our hero had found that sleep was much better than what she had planned to do for the morning. And, as her alarm clock let out chirps reminiscent of a cat yowling to the moon from a fence, she let out a sleepy groan before swatting at the source of the obnoxious racket.
It might have been due to the fact that her alarm clock for the day was in fact cat-like, and was yowling at something, though certainly not the moon, that she was forced into a more aware state of being.
It could have also been the fact that the Meowth on her bed did not like being swatted at in the slightest, and decided it was time to wake her up in a less than pleasant manner, or at least a sharper one.
“WAAAAAH!”
Flopping out of bed, her hands instinctively went to the fresh scratch marks on her face, while a cat-like form retreated from the room. Blinking a couple of times, she made sure the scratches were less than fatal before finally opening her mouth and letting out a yawn.
“Kaaaaaaa-chaaaaaan! You’re going to be laaaaate!”
At the sound of her sister’s rather annoying way of calling her, our hero let herself blink a couple more times before letting her mouth contort into a small ‘o’ shape for a few seconds.
Then, the sound of her panic filled the air.
“AIAIAIAIAIAI!”
And thus begins the story of our hero, Kamei Eri, as she starts her long journey to master the Monsters of the Pocket.
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Then, the sound of her panic filled the air.
“AIAIAIAIAIAI!”
And thus begins the story of our hero, Kamei Eri, as she starts her long journey to master the Monsters of the Pocket.
Hahaha, best part of the whole prologue. XDDD Cracked me up, I tell you.
I can't wait to see what you do with this.
It's a crazy idea, and I'm pretty sure no one's done it before, so it'll be interesting to see what happens.
Plus, knowing you, it'll probably be quite humorous.
-sets up official reviewing tent-
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wow animation and real life people together.XD I don't know much about Pokemon but that AIAIAIAI was great...made me think of Xena's battle cry and I ended up laughing infront of the computer.
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I wait and watch with baited breathe..
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Wow, it brings back memories of when Pokemon didn't suck. How nostalgic.
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Yay people with not rocks and sticks and things warding me away! ^^ I promise if this starts sucking (Which I hope it doesn't) I'll stop the fic and it can just die 'gracefully.
Thanks for the comments. Now for Chapter 1!
Chapter 1 :: Anything But Twiggy!
“Professor! Professor!”
As the door swung open, Kamei frantically searched for signs of life in the quiet lab, and would have done so for a few more seconds, had the door not come swinging back and slamming her in the face.
“Ow!”
Rubbing her nose, she tried at the door again, this time much more gingerly, as she cautiously entered, eyeing the mountains of books.
“Professor? Hey… where’d these books come from?”
“Oh, you’re so adorable, yes you are! You deserve so much love and attention that I’m going to take care of you myself!”
Kamei blinked, her light brown eyes displaying the confusion that she had shown throughout the rest of her body.
“Professor?”
Venturing closer, the girl gingerly put her hand on a stack of books and craned her neck over them, to see a light brown haired woman in a white labcoat, hugging a yellow mouse, the poor creature looking on the verge of either tears or death. Kamei could not tell which.
“Hey… Professor…”
The woman immediately stared at the girl for a good second or so before finally shooting to an upright position, and changing her ecstatic look to one of a more dignified manner that would have earned her her Professor title. Letting out a noise, Kamei stumbled back, and into another pile of books, causing them to topple over, and into a stack of other books. The Professor paid no heed, holding the Pikachu close to her as she cleared her throat. Kamei gave the taller woman a panicked look.
“I didn’t mean to. Gomen!” she exclaimed, bowing curtly. Chuckling, the elder woman shook her head and gave Kamei a pat on the shoulder.
“Don’t worry. I’ll get Konkon to clean it up later…”
“You certainly will not Professor Abe!”
From out of another mountain range of books came a slightly wide-eyed, yet rather flustered looking black haired girl, who had her hands on her hips, and was glaring at the Professor in what could be considered a death glare.
Well, if one could consider the adorable little look on her face where she looked angry but was just too cute to actually take seriously a death glare. If Kamei had absolutely no sense in her head, she would have walked right up and pinched those cheeks of her’s.
But, it was the Professor that beat her to the catch. As Professor Abe took a hold of the younger girl’s cheeks, she pulled lightly, then started to playfully massage the cheeks with the palm of her hands.
“Who’s an adorable lab assistant? Yes you are. You’re just grumpy, that’s all! I know, you need a nap! Or some sugar. How about some sugar Konno? Does that sound good to you?”
The girl was amazingly resilient to the Professor’s strange treatment, but there seemed to be a decent amount of anger in those adorable eyes, and Kamei was fully aware of it.
“Professor Abe, it took me three hours to alphabetize that specific stack of books. I am most certainly NOT doing it again,” she said through her now inward moving cheeks. The strange woman had taken to poking them as such. By now, the Pikachu that the Professor was holding had hid in one of Konno’s big pockets, staring warily up at both women.
“Ah, Professor? I came for…”
The Professor immediately whirled around and glared at Kamei, silencing the girl almost as fast as she started.
“You. Want. A POKEMON!”
Letting out another cry of surprise, Kamei fell back, onto another pile of books. This was not well received by the already ‘more angry than a cat’ Konno, who took yelling again, this time, at the poor girl, who had no idea what was going on.
“Stop TOPPLING the books!”
Poor Kamei let out a whimper, before hiding from the enraged lab assistant, taking to curling up into a fetal position and hoping the yelling would go away.
Quite similarly to the green little turtle sitting next to her. It was shivering with the same fear that she felt, and she noticed it long enough to have a sudden tendency to poke it, while the dear Professor went back to messing around with her assistant’s cheeks.
As Kamei poked the creature, it let out a small cry before shivering some more. Letting out a small ‘kawaii,’ the girl picked up the shell, and peered inside.
“I won’t hurt you little guy…” she cooed, “I’m Kamei, who’re you?”
There was a small lull, where the events occurred metaphysically paused. Inside the head of Kamei were thoughts running about. One said to take the Pikachu in Konno’s pocket and run, hoping that the Professor would not follow after in rage and anger of ‘kidnapping her new best friend’ or whatever. Another thought said to just run away, forget her want of being a trainer, and crawl back into bed. Her mother’s beauty salon was hiring cheap labor, she could work there for the rest of her life.
But alas, none of these thoughts managed to manifest, as the metaphysical pause fluxuated and flew away to chase after a butterfly.
And Kamei suddenly found herself attached to a green and brown turtle, by way of nose and pinching ‘beak-mouth’ thing, or whatever it was turtles used to eat.
“WAAAAAAAAAAIIIII!” she cried out, arms in the air, as the cute yet vicious little creature held for dear life, pinching as hard as it possibly could to poor Kamei’s nose.
Books flew, assistants got angry, and Professors suddenly found themselves attatched to Pikachus again, before the panic ended, and both Kamei and turtle found themselves sitting next to each other, tears streaming down their faces.
“He started it!” the girl whined. The turtle glared at her a moment before snorting.
’She’s scary,’ was the only thought that went through its head, thinking it better than thinking something along the lines of, ’Oh, her nose is yucky, it tastes like rotted Pokemon food.’
As the two sat and glared, the Professor paced about in front of them, again suffocating the poor electric mouse. She seemed deep in thought.
“I’m glad you found a Pokemon you agree with,” she finally said. At this, they broke from their glares and stared at the Professor.
“WHAT!? I am NOT traveling with thi-“
She stopped again, being met with the Professor’s glare.
“It is not my fault that you’re late. He’s all that’s left.”
Kamei sighed. Of course, trust her to get a Pokemon that hates her guts. She always ended up with all the bad luck.
As she sat there, contemplating the ways she could trade this thing off to get something else, at least something more agreeable with her, a bag was thrust into her arms.
“Your mother packed this and told me to give it to you. She said you wouldn’t have time to say more than a ‘goodbye’ to her this morning, and figured it best I give it to you instead. Something about you never listening to her or something.”
Peering into the bag, Kamei found herself amazingly grateful her mother even remotely existed. Food, water, maps of the region, clothing (underwear included, for just such occasions that they’re needed) and some pokeballs, all in that one bag. How that woman stuffed it all in there was beyond her, but she’d have to stop by and give her mother a hug before leaving town now.
“You and Naetoru should be leaving soon.”
Glancing up at the Professor, Kamei blinked. Naetoru? Who was that? Eyeing the green Pokemon a moment, she started to add numbers in her head, and nodded before smiling at the Professor, who smiled back.
“Preferably before Konno decides to enlist your help for book organization.”
At this, both Trainer and Pokemon were up, and edging for the door, the former of the two bowing a thank you to the Professor.
“Thanks Professor Abe! I don’t know about Naetoru, but I’m very thankful!” she said, again eyeing the creature next to her. He seemed to be thankful too, at least to get away from the chaos in the lab. Maybe he would make a good Pokemon friend.
Kamei smiled lightly at the creature, before holding down her arm for him to climb on. A good Trainer had to at least attempt to be friendly to her Pokemon.
“C’mon Naetoru, looks like we’re gonna be traveling together for awhile. Hop on, let’s try to be friends, hmm?”
She smiled at him to show him she meant no harm. Cautiously, the turtle Pokemon hopped onto her arm, then onto her shoulder.
“Toru!” he cried out happily, rubbing her cheek. It was an adorable little moment, one of those ‘Kodak moments’ that are terribly out of date and no one hears about anymore kind of things.
At least, it was until Naetoru snapped at her ear.
“WAAAAAAAAAAAHH!”
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As Kamei and Naetoru struggled through their new ‘friendship,’ if one could call it that, another trainer was making their way out of nearby Delia Town, Chikorita in her arms, waving at her parents.
“Don’t worry Dad! I won’t let you down!” she called out, tears in her eyes, same as her father, who was being held back by some of the townsfolk.
“Don’t forget to change your underwear! Or wear a poncho when it’s raining! And FEED yourself when you’re hungry! I don’t want you dying of malnutrition!” he called out to the brunette, who smiled widely and gave one final wave.
“No worries Dad! I’ll be fine!” she reassured, before turning around and letting out a sigh.
“I’ll take care of you Chikorita… just like you’ll take care of me, right?”
“Chiko!”
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Little turtles are cute but mystery trainers are better!
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I'm betting that the new trainer is Sayumi. Just a hunch.
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I'm betting that the new trainer is Sayumi. Just a hunch.
*just giggles and goes back to writing Chapter 2*
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Awesome chapter. Many moments of hilarity.
I laughed much.
Short sentences.
Really tired.
But I loved it.
And I know who it iiiiiiiiiiiiiiis. <3
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oh wow this actually looks pretty cool!!!
I have that background theme in my head, the one that always plays when something important and heart-warming happens - often near the end of episodes or when something big happens like winning a badge.
the march like one lol.
Can't wait for chapter 2~~!
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This is quite awesome. And I just got Pokemon Pearl and named my Turtwig 'Kamei'(Before I read this XD). <_<
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I'm not too overly fond of this chapter, but it's merely to establish characters and for... well, humor.
And you guys get to guess who the third and final main character is! (No hints from Fever!)
Chapter 2 :: Mayuge Fun Time!
It was another staring contest between Trainer and Pokemon that caused them to stop in their traveling, despite the fact that they had been doing so for near to three hours without much complaint. Kamei was not sure what exactly was wrong with Naetoru, but she was sure it was not going to spell the end for her someday, when she needed to be saved by some Charizard or something.
Granted, Naetoru stood very little chance against a Charizard anyways (unless it happened to be frightened by little turtles with twigs on their head), but the point still stood.
At least they were in a forest. If it threatened to rain, then they would have enough cover to keep dry, but still be able to glare at each other and not move.
“Toru!”
The Pokemon snorted and looked away. Grunting, Kamei gave him a bash on the head.
“Well stop being stupid then!”
It was fairly obvious that, at this point, they were less than an appropriate team for one another. Kamei thought Naetoru was stupid, and Naetoru thought quite similarly of Kamei. He also still thought her nose, and now her ear, tasted of rotted Pokemon food.
“Toru! Ru, Toru!” he grunted, keeping his glare. She grunted.
“The Professor didn’t even give me a Pokeball for you,” she said in a rather low whine, “Why, oh why did she stick me with you?”
The turtle paid no heed as the girl kept on, eyeing the nearby bushes and, keeping on the same ‘ignore my Trainer’ vein of thought, he went to explore.
“At least you’re a grass pokemon. I hear the first gym’s tough unless you’ve got a grass type. By the time we get there, you should have some sort of cool grass type move, and even if you do now, we’ll be able to train you more…. Hey, where’d you go?”
Kamei suddenly had panic written all over her face as she searched about for her turtle ‘friend,’ but to no avail.
“Naetoru! Naetoru, c’mon, I know we hate each other’s guts, but at least stick with me till I can find you a better trainer, will you?”
Letting out a groan, she mumbled something before standing up from the cross-legged position she was in earlier.
“Naetoru!”
She glared up at the sky, as if cursing whatever insane god she thought she might have remotely believed in because he/she/it/they put her in this stupid position.
Stupid turtles. They had to have been the bane of her existence in every life she led. If she believed in alternate realities, they were probably the bane of her existence to all the other Kamei Eris too. Just because her name was ‘Kamei’ and could easily be mistaken for ‘kame’ or… something.
Stupid turtles.
“Oh, hey, aren’t you a cutie? Are you a Naetoru? Hey, Chikorita, want a boyfriend?”
There was a small silence, before Naetoru stumbled out of the bushes and in front of Kamei again, a huge leaf imprint on his face.
“CHIKO!”
“Chikorita, that was uncalled for!”
Kamei was immediately by her Pokemon, making sure he was in at least decent enough condition to attack whatever it was had hit him first. Whatever it was had to be mean, and nasty, and just overly big.
Or it had to be a cute mix between a blob, a puppy, and something with red eyes. It was absolutely adorable. It just looked pissed.
“Chikorita, come back here!”
As the girl popped out of the bushes, both Kamei and Naetoru let out cries of fear. Staring strangely at the two, the brunette shook her head.
“Chikorita, look at that, we scared ‘em worse than Naetoru scared you!”
Kamei thought about this a moment, and glared at the girl.
“Now hold on just a minute!” she exclaimed, “Who do you think you are?!”
The girl frowned, and eyed Kamei a moment.
’An inch or so shorter… maybe a year younger… horrid fashion sense…’, she thought to herself. She was fairly certain that, as Kamei kept trying to get answers out of her, that she was not going to like her muttering that. It probably would have made things worse.
Like Kamei pinching the girl’s nose to get her attention. Now that was just rude!
“HEY!” she shouted angrily, slapping Kamei’s hand away, “That was uncalled for! I was paying full attention to that… thing you call your voice!”
There was a moment of silence, before the girl’s anger immediately disappeared, being replaced with an expression of concern.
”I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… did I hurt you? I didn’t mean to… sometimes I just lose it…”
Kamei was a little scared of her now, more so than she ever thought she would be of Professor Abe. At least Professor Abe was consistent with her mood swings. This girl was just strange.
“Oh god, where are my manners?” the girl continued, “That was silly of me… I’m Niigaki Risa.”
She stuck her hand out for Kamei to shake, and the girl stared at the elder one for a good two seconds before cautiously shaking her hand in return, lest this ‘Niigaki’ girl suddenly got a mood swing enough to want to bite her head off or something.
Though the name ‘Niigaki’ did sound slightly familiar. Shrugging it off, Kamei smiled and nodded.
“Kamei Eri,” she replied, a little more confident that she would make it through this one with her head intact. Niigaki grinned, and wiggled her eyebrows a bit.
“Nice t’meetcha! This is Chikorita. Don’t mind her, she’s always like that.”
Chikorita had taken to keeping her gargoyle statue-esque glare at Naetoru, who glared back in a similar capacity. Kamei nodded.
“This is Naetoru… he’s… new…”
Naetoru’s glare turned from Chikorita onto Kamei, and the Trainer returned the look with one of her own.
Niigaki only laughed.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me. Kid like you with a Pokemon like this? If you two keep fighting and nipping at each other, you’ll never make it to the next town let alone through this route!”
Niigaki shrugged, and shook her head.
“Tch… you two are sad… You might as well just turn back now…”
If there was one thing in the world that Kamei and Naetoru could agree on, it was that insults directed in their direction were not good, and glaring was the only right answer.
So, they redirected their anger in Niigaki’s direction. Niigaki blinked at them, before frowning.
“FINE! I get it! You don’t have to get all angry at me!” she said, a little on the panicked side, “You two’ll be fine! Just stop glaring!”
At about the same time, Kamei and Naetoru thought, nodded, and smiled again. Rolling her shoulder back uncomfortably, Niigaki mumbled something.
“Stupid woman, where’d she go? How’m I supposed to meet her here if she gets caught up in something? Can’t she at least tell me to meet her at a town instead of some ambiguous route? We wouldn’t get lost…”
Tilting her head to one side, Kamei blinked.
“Huh?”
“Oh! I’m sorry… I’m supposed to meet someone on this path… we were gonna go adventuring together… if you could call it that. Our dads were Trainers together when they adventured around, so this woman calls me up one day and asks if I’ve ever thought about training a Pokemon. I have no idea who she is… we hadn’t seen each other since she threw dirt in my eye… when I was like, two.”
“Huh?”
“Nevermind. It isn’t important…. Hey, kid.”
“Kamei.”
“Right, Turtle girl.”
“Kamei.”
Niigaki blinked at her, and raised her brow.
“Turtle. Girl.”
Kamei snorted.
“Kamei.”
Niigaki tried again, this time with fingers pinching the poor girl’s nose.
“Turtle Girl.”
Letting out a rather nasaly noise of defeat, Kamei sighed.
Stupid turtles.
“Fine.”
Smiling, Niigaki let go of Kamei’s nose, and took to searching for her friend or whatever.
“Wanna travel together?”
It was quite a spontaneous question on Niigaki’s part, but Kamei figured the girl was out of her mind anyways.
“I won’t take no for an answer.”
Of course not. That would have been much too easy for Kamei to just say ‘no’ in a polite manner and run back home to Hyori, screaming bloody murder.
“I guess. Not like I have anyone better to travel with.”
Naetoru stared at his Trainer, anger in his eyes. If he could reach up to one of those icky tasting body parts again, he would latch on and not let go till she said ‘Wartortle,’ or whatever it was humans called their father’s brotherly equivalent. He had heard Konno try to teach him about it, but he really was paying more attention to the strange yellow tail in front of him. It was so crinkly, and full of electricity when he bit it. Never again would he bite a tail as long as he lived.
“Great! You can help me find her then. She’s goofy looking, a little weird… and… well, you’ll know her when you see her. She gropes anything that moves.”
’Groping? Moves? What? Ew?’ Kamei thought, as Niigaki went on.
“I might be over exaggerating the groping part a bit.”
Oh boy, did Kamei hope so. As Niigaki tried to figure out whether ‘groping’ and ‘exploring’ meant the same thing, or whatever, Kamei shook her head, and looked down, just in time to see a cute little pink thing staring right back up at her.
“Mime! Mime!” it said happily, waving its arms about. Kamei grinned.
“Hey there cutie…”
“Mime Mime!” it shouted again, and then took to toddling over to Chikorita. There was a small conversation that went between them, before the small Pokemon smacked Chikorita square in the cheek, and ran off into the bushes, deeper into the forest. Chikorita glared.
“CHIKO!” she shouted, running off after it. Kamei blinked.
“Oh! Hey, wait!” she called, then glanced over at Niigaki, who was still ranting. Rolling her eyes, Kamei scooped up a rather ornery Naetoru, and grabbed a hold of Niigaki’s arm, before dashing off after Chikorita.
She was fairly positive Niigaki did not want to lose two friends in one day.
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...I demand a scene where Maki shows up with a Pochama/Piplup!!! Penguins be the cutest EVER!!!
Miki's better off with Flying-types, since she embodied a pigeon on HaroMoni Theater last year so well. :D
ehehe...so here's a better question, will you stick to using the Japanese names or will you incorporate the US names later on? ;D
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Okay, I thought about it awhile, and I figured I'll update Chapter 3 into two parts. For those of you speculating on who the 'groper' is... you'll see.
I'll give you a hint, it's not Miki.
You get one more hint, but it's in the chapter somewhere. Anyone who figures it out gets a cookie.
And anyone who already knows has a steady supply of cookies so they can keep it secret!
To answer your question Sakura, I'm going with mostly Japanese names for the 4th gen, because a good half of them sound funny next to names like 'Kamei Eri' and 'Niigaki Risa' and all that. I'll switch 'em up when it seems appropriate ^^
On to Chapter 3...... part 1!
Chapter 3, Part 1 :: Iroppoi Jirettai
“Mime… Mime mime MIME!”
Chikorita had been chasing after the other Pokemon for quite a long while, unsure how long ‘a long while’ was in her small, overly dramatic mind. At this point now, all that mattered was getting to that little pink jerk who decided slapping her was a good idea, and slapping it back.
She had yet to notice that she had run out of the forest and back onto the route’s road, which had a sign standing next to it, reading:
⇐ Caterpie Crawl (Route 301)
==> Kyuari Town
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Kamei had lost track of Chikorita, and was wheezing on the ground like a fish Pokemon out of water. Niigaki was still debating whether her friend ‘groped’ or ‘explored.’
Naetoru snickered at the scene, sitting on a tree stump next to them.
It was then that Niigaki noticed something green was missing.
“Where’d Chikorita run off to?”
Holding up a weak arm to attempt to get the older girl’s attention, Kamei tried to speak with words, but found that the ghoulish noises that resembled ‘gasping for breath’ were much easier to make.
“… She isn’t drowning is she?!” the brunette demanded. Letting out a raspy groan, Kamei shook her head.
“Pink…ran off… slapped…” she finally managed before slumping onto the ground again. Naetoru snickered.
“Pink… slapped… what!? She got abducted by a Jigglypuff?!”
Niigaki now had her hands on Kamei’s shoulders, shaking the girl back and forth, trying to get her answers that way.
“Noooooooo!”
The feeling of being shaken was not pleasant to Kamei, who tried to stop Niigaki from continuing.
“A pink thing… slapped Chikorita… and ran off...” she managed, between shakes, “… And Chikorita… followed…”
The shaking stopped for a good few seconds before starting again, this time much more fiercely.
“Why did we stop!? Why can’t you explain the ‘pink thing’ anymore than that!? What is wrong with you!?”
Letting out a shout, Kamei pushed away from the girl, causing Niigaki to fall and land on her bottom.
“What’s wrong with ME!? What’s wrong with YOU!? Geez, don’t they have medication for people like you?”
At this point, both girls felt rather abused, and the awkward silence that followed caused Naetoru to hop off of his trunk perch and sit between them, facing Niigaki more than Kamei.
Then he stood on his hind paws and started waving his forepaws around in a manner not like him. Niigaki stared a moment.
“Nae! Nae!” he exclaimed, almost nothing like he would do. Kamei fumed at him.
“What the heck is that!? How could you be thinking about charades at a time like this?!”
As she screamed at him, he mimicked her actions by flailing his paws around much like she was doing at him now.
Tilting her head to one side, Niigaki stared at Naetoru for a good long moment.
“I’m sorry little buddy, but charades really isn’t the answer to the problem…” she said. Letting out a sigh, Naetoru slumped down on all fours again, before dashing off to where he thought Chikorita had gone off to. Kamei let out a noise.
“Not again…”
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“And stay out ya pervert!”
Thrown out of another restaurant. Third time this week too. It was so not her fault that her hands wandered the way they did!
Okay, yes it was. She had to keep more self control sometimes.
But… that butt just got in the way! Body parts always got in the way! Stupid feminine sensitivity. Or whatever.
Wait, she didn’t actually touch anything this time! She was just flirting! Hey! No fair!
Stupid restaurant was always biased against people who had reputations. They all usually were.
Snorting, she sat on the sidewalk, contemplating the many reasons she could have possibly been kicked out of the establishment.
“Mime!”
Glancing over, she grinned. There was her Mime Jr. It looked like he made a friend too.
Well, if one could call the angry, green … blob thing, a friend.
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“Kyuari Town. Dang. Not usually this barren…”
Niigaki had one hand on her hip, and one around Kamei’s, supporting the younger girl as she rasped for breath and writhed around like a little fishie.
“I’m gonna start calling you Slowpoke if you don’t get used to running,” she stated, nudging Kamei with her hip. In response, Kamei let out a small groan.
“You’re so meaaaaan…” she whined. Naetoru was sitting on the sidewalk, snickering at the two. Maybe Niigaki was just what Kamei needed to help her with an attitude change.
Niigaki stared at Kamei a moment, before shrugging.
“You’re such a baby. C’mon, let’s figure out what’s wrong.”
She started to drag Kamei along, when she stopped, and listened a moment.
“Kitanai!”
Followed by the sound of a slap. Niigaki grinned.
“That’s my friend!”
Before Kamei could say ‘Fine, leave me here then,’ she felt herself being tugged along, almost dragging her feet along the sidewalk. How degrading.
Naetoru was slightly confused. What about Chikorita? Was the point of him running away to look for her, or lead them to Kyuari?
Whatever.
He followed behind them, hoping that they would eventually run into the other grass Pokemon. At least she was semi-intelligent.
“Wait… weren’t… wasn’t… who’s… what’s going on!?” Kamei finally asked, after managing to stumble to her feet and follow at a decent pace.
“My friend probably found Chikorita. I’m not too worried about ‘er. She can take care of herself.”
Kamei blinked. Wow, either this girl had a dual personality or she grew used to people and Pokemon running from her on a normal basis. Or both.
Whatever the case, she followed along the sidewalk, until her eyes started wandering. Kyuari Town was bigger than Hyori. It looked more like a city to be honest, and she was surprised it was not named ‘City’ instead. It was probably a mystery of life she was never going to figure out.
“Didn’t you hear me?! I said no!”
Another slapping noise caused Niigaki to walk a bit faster, and Kamei to stumble over her two feet, this time really being dragged along.
She should have been born a puppy. At least puppies could keep up.
“You!”
Finding a sudden stop in movement and dragging, Kamei stumbled upwards again. There, in front of them was a woman, taller than they were, with dark brown hair and brilliant brown eyes. She grinned at the two, in a grin that Kamei could only describe as the ‘most beautiful grin she had ever seen.’
“Risa, there you are! What took ya so long? And who’s this, your new girlfriend?”
Both Kamei and Niigaki blushed before parting and crossing their arms against their chest, looking away from each other.
“No,” Niigaki insisted, “Kid’s too young and too immature for me.”
“She needs bipolar medication,” Kamei said in agreement. They gave each other a glare before returning to their former directions.
“Turtle Girl.”
“Drama Queen.”
The woman laughed, a mix between an evil cackle and… something Kamei could not describe without a dictionary. It was frightening, but strangely soothing at the same time.
“You kids are full of it sometimes,” the woman said, grin still plastered on her face, “Oh, Ri-Nii, I found your Chikorita. She was about ready to chase poor Mime Jr. down an alleyway.”
As if on cue, Chikorita popped out from inside the woman’s backpack, which was slung over her shoulder, and trotted right up to Niigaki.
“Chi-ko!” she said, angrily. Niigaki glared.
“Well that’s your fault for chasing after a Mime Jr.”
“Chiko! Chi, Chiko!”
“Oh, don’t give me that!”
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ahaha funny story!, keep it up
"It was shivering with the same fear that she felt, and she noticed it long enough to have a sudden tendency to poke it",...omg adorable :luvluv1:
somehow..i think..wish..that the gropping person is ....MIKI! :lol:...but she doesnt have black hair does she? :badluck:
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somehow..i think..wish..that the gropping person is ....MIKI! :lol:...but she doesnt have black hair does she? :badluck:
I won't tell anyone anything regarding who it is until the chapter comes up. However, I will say this:
Finding a sudden stop in movement and dragging, Kamei stumbled upwards again. There, in front of them was a woman, taller than they were, with dark brown hair and brilliant brown eyes. She grinned at the two, in a grin that Kamei could only describe as the ‘most beautiful grin she had ever seen.’
Black it is not ^^;;
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ahhhhhhh! fine i red too fast... :bigdeal:
"But… that butt just got in the way! Body parts always got in the way! Stupid feminine sensitivity. Or whatever."
tehehe, funny part....yeah body parts ALWAYS get in the way..totally understand her :wahaha:
and yeah....i red the story again , cant help it
coming up with the chap yet?????... :D
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[finishes reading chapter and exits lurker mode] OMG...!!! I KNOW WHO IT IS!! It's [highlight for my answer]GOTOU MAKI!!!! =D Do I get a cookie now? =P
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[finishes reading chapter and exits lurker mode] OMG...!!! I KNOW WHO IT IS!! It's [highlight for my answer]name bleeped out for not being quoted purposes!!!! =D Do I get a cookie now? =P
I'll give out a cookie when I post the rest of chapter 3 ^^;;
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Hmm, Maki? as a groping demon? Who else has beautiful eyes? But you know who else is a groper? Miyoshi.
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You all are wrong! But you get cookies anyways! *throws cookies*.
Yes, there is a teensy bit of fluff showing through, but it shows up later why she's like that... *cackles Miki-style*
Chapter 3, Part 2 :: Yoshite, Yoshite
She let out a sigh. They had been fighting for hours, Niigaki and Chikorita, and Kamei was beginning to think about leaving them behind, and leaving Naetoru with them. He was no help either.
And neither was this strange woman, who had, since the fighting had started, commenced on hitting on a few passers by, mainly of the female persuasion, and getting slapped in return.
If she believed in a god, Kamei probably would have thought he/she/it was watching and dying of laughter, or something of the like.
Good for her, she had no religious belief. Maybe she should have gotten one.
“No! I’m not going to do that for you either!” Niigaki stated angrily. What a good time to tune in, when angry negotiations had started. Kamei tuned out again, and eyed Naetoru, who was commencing in some quite similar actions.
“They’re silly, aren’t they?”
Naetoru nodded in agreement, which produced a smile from the girl’s lips.
“We’ll never be like that… alright Naetoru, while we’ve got a chance, let’s call a truce. It’s obvious we didn’t get off on the right foot, but maybe we can be friends the more we travel along? Hmm, how’s that sound?”
Kamei held out her hand, in a sort of peace offering. Blinking, Naetoru nodded, and held up a paw. After a moment of hand shaking, they glanced over at their new ‘friends.’
“Let’s get something to eat. Maybe when we return they’ll have found out which one gets to use make up more than the other.”
“Not without me you aren’t!”
It was then that the strange woman had finally wrenched herself away from flirting with others to acknowledge the Kamei’s presence.
“… Uhm… okay.”
“Good. My treat!”
Free food! Kamei liked the sound of that. Grinning, the girl rubbed the back of her neck and let out a nervous laugh.
“Okay. Name’s Kamei by the way. Kamei Eri.”
“Eri? Kamei… hmmm… No wonder Niigaki calls you Turtle Girl…”
Kamei sighed.
“Yeah…”
“Well let’s change that.”
The woman started to pace around Kamei, before stopping just behind her.
“Let’s see…”
Grabbing Kamei by the waist, the woman turned her around, and, holding her rather close, gave the girl a small kiss on the cheek.
Kamei blushed.
“Uhm… erge….”
“Mei-mei’ll do!”
Releasing her grip, the woman took a step back, but slid her arms up onto Kamei’s shoulders.
“It’s a cute name. Besides, you look more like a panda than a turtle…”
Words found themselves migrating south for winter as Kamei just stared at the woman. After a moment, the woman gave Kamei’s shoulders a firm pat.
“I forgot to introduce myself! How silly of me! Name’s Yoshizawa… Hitomi. You can call me whatever ya want.”
Kamei was still speechless, as the woman, Yoshizawa, eyed Niigaki.
“Hey! Ri-Nii! I’m taking Mei-mei someplace to eat. Hope ya don’t mind!”
“Chikorita, you’re a horrid pile of- NO! GO AWAY YOU FREAK!”
“Alright! Have fun!”
Keeping an arm around Kamei, Yoshizawa stuffed a hand into her pocket and led the girl away from the fight. Blinking, Kamei stared up at the woman, finally finding words.
“Is she gonna be okay?”
“Who, Ri-Nii? Yeah. She might be a little strange in the head, but she can take care of herself.”
Kamei smiled. This woman knew what she was talking about, and, though she seemed a little bit on the weird side, Kamei would have gotten over Niigaki’s existence if it meant traveling with someone this cool.
“So… you’re Niigaki’s friend?”
“Sorda. Our fathers were friends when they were Pokemon trainers, so I only thought it right that we at least attempt to travel around some. At least until I figured out what a blabbermouth she has for a friend.”
“Chikorita?”
“What? No!”
Hitomi gave the younger girl a small poke in the cheek, before shrugging.
“There was a third person who went around with our fathers. Her daughter and Ri-Nii are best friends. I think her name’s Takahashi… Heard of ‘er?”
Kamei’s eyes went wide. Did Yoshizawa mean who she thought she meant?
“You… you mean…”
“Yes, Lovely Ai of the Traveling Kinamoto 8 League. Ri-Nii’s father’s another of the 8, I’m surprised you haven’t noticed yet.”
Lovely Ai. Every little girl in Hyori idolized Lovely Ai, and every teenage boy worshipped her. Whenever the woman came to Hyori, it was an event that had everyone closing down their shops to watch as she blew away every challenger that demanded they battle her.
Kamei thought a moment, about Niigaki. If Lovely Ai was a member of the Traveling 8, and Niigaki’s father was a member of the Traveling 8, then Niigaki’s father was…
“You mean Mighty Fukkie?!”
“Yep. He trained any up and coming trainer who wanted to be one, except his daughter. He was always away so much, traveling and teaching, that he wasn’t aware that Ri-Nii had obtained a Chikorita and was waiting for him to come back to tell him she was gonna leave. Took me telling him to get him to run back do Delia.”
Yoshizawa grinned, and shrugged.
“Eh, it’s not that big of a deal really. Ai’s kinda a gossipmonger, spread rumors that I groped little girls while people weren’t looking, all because I wouldn’t leave Ri-Nii alone.”
So that explained why Niigaki thought she groped.
“… You don’t seem like someone who’d grope people… let alone little girls…”
Yoshizawa didn’t respond to this, only looking at where she was taking Kamei. Kamei tilted her head to one side before jumping.
Someone had touched her butt.
“Hey! That wasn’t nice!”
“No, it wasn’t, but it happens every now and then… s’what I get for hanging around Fujimoto so much…”
Kamei blinked at the woman, eyes narrowing.
“…. You know, if you keep mentioning the 8 so much, I’m gonna start thinking you’re one of them…”
“Or I’m lying. I know kid, I know. I’ll stop now…”
Yoshizawa grinned at Kamei again, pulling the girl close.
“What about you Mei-Mei? What’s your niche? Where do you fit in in the grand scheme of things?”
That was a good question. Kamei just wanted to train Pokemon, she didn’t think about it that much.
“I… I don’t know yet.”
Yoshizawa’s grin faded, replaced by a slightly grim look.
“You’ve got a Naetoru kid. There are a lot of nature buffs out there… Ai n’ Ri-Nii are two of ‘em. You wanna be a nature buff, or you wanna be different?”
Kamei blinked.
“I… I don’t know, I just started…”
Just as quickly as Yoshizawa’s grin faded, it returned.
“Oh! Good, young, impressionable. Perfect! First, food, then we can talk about what you know about Pokemon!”
“Uhm… okay.”
“Don’t sound so excited about it Mei-Mei. It’s like you think I’ll bite or something.”
Yoshizawa gave the girl a playful bump of her hip, causing Kamei to stumble slightly. Taking a small advantage of the moment, the older woman ‘caught’ her, and held her for a moment.
“Falling for my charm already?”
“I… it… you… two feet… left…”
Yoshizawa winked, but not before planting another kiss on the girl’s cheek. It honestly started to irritate Kamei, and it showed in her face.
“What was that for?! Why do you keep doing that!? You mislead me into thinking that you want my babies or something?!”
Yoshizawa winked, before sliding the girl out of her embrace and walking off, backwards, to watch the girl’s reaction.
“What says I don’t want your babies?”
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ahhh u did fool us..(highlight to see) yossie's the gropper!!!!!!!!! still good still good :kekeke:
“What was that for?! Why do you keep doing that!? You mislead me into thinking that you want my babies or something?!”
take a deep breath......................
OMG, ROTFLOL :lol: Eri's babies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...who wouldnt want her babies anyway :luvluv1:
oy..good chapter
...hmm the 8 league uh? wonder who else's in that group ( starts thinking about names)
oh and fujimoto was mentioned :ding: yay!
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Yossui comes up with interesting nicknames... Are you just going to have the Musume's or will more groups be showing up?
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Now I would have never have thought of Yossie being the gropper in this story, but when you hang out with Miki for so long something is bound to rub off.
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There will be others than the Momusu girls... You'll see ^^ In a world where there's too many Pokemon to count, I need another world where it's bordering too many to count. I'm going to end up using a good most of them. Promise ^^
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Sorry if double posts are taboo here, didn't mean to do that. I'll be better next time if they are. Just... not sure at all.
However, the person that a good half of you are going 'WHA!?' on in the paragraphs below does in fact exist in the H!P world. She's just Very. Obscure.
And yes, that is Reina. I'm not going to keep you in suspense for this one ^^
Chapter 4 :: Enter Wonkified China?
The restaurant smelled sweetly of fresh fruit and pastries when they walked in, Kamei first, followed by Yoshizawa, who was warily eyeing anyone that dared look.
“This place smells beautiful!” Kamei said happily, grinning at Yoshizawa. The older woman grinned right back at her, before glaring at people some more. Kamei paid no heed. In her arms was Naetoru, who was drooling the moment he spotted a small bowl of fruit in the display case.
As trainer and pokemon stared, their stomachs grumbled. Yoshizawa burst into laughter as they rubbed their tummies in unison.
“You two are so cute!” the woman pointed out, leading Kamei to the counter, where a young man beamed at them.
“Ah! Yoshizawa-san, I see you brought a date with you this time!”
Blush made its way to Kamei’s cheeks, but the elder woman just waved it off.
“Nah. Kid’s just hungry, and we’re just gonna talk shop…”
“Sure you are.”
The young man eyed Kamei suspiciously, but got a rather angry glare from Naetoru in return.
“I mean… so, what’ll you have today? The specials are … uhm…”
He faltered, as Naetoru hopped out of Kamei’s arms and onto the counter, still glaring, which was strange for the creature to do.
“Erg… Fresh… cantelope… and… strawberry… bowl… and… uhm…”
“Can I get something sweet and sugary?” Kamei finally blurted, paying absolutely no heed to her pokemon. Yoshizawa had not seemed to pay attention either.
“Huh? Oh… sweet, sugary… what do you want?” the man asked. After a moment, Yoshizawa finally glanced down at Naetoru, and grinned again.
“Ah, and your fear of turtles resurfaces! You thought you got rid of those, didn't you?”
She let out a laugh, as the boy gave her a pout.
“That is NOT funny Yoshizawa-san!”
“No, I think it’s hilarious… kid, go for something with chocolate. Always does the body good…”
Kamei blinked, quickly picking Naetoru up and edging over to the display case, hopefully to find something good and chocolate-y, while Yoshizawa teased the boy.
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“Where’d they go!?”
Niigaki let out a whine as she whirled around in place for the fifth or sixth time. They left her! How dare they!?
Chikorita looked just as heartbroken.
“Chiko…”
“I know! They’re so mean!”
She snorted angrily, and, with her arms crossed against her chest, she started walking in a random direction. Her cheeks were puffed out, and Chikorita, who followed behind, looked like a small, four legged version of her trainer, complete with angered look on her face and all.
It was not long before Niigaki randomly turned a corner and ran into someone.
“OH! I’m so sorry!” she said, anger suddenly fleeing, “I didn’t mean to! Are you alright?”
The woman sighed, holding what appeared to be a small Squirtle in her arms. She didn’t look like much. The woman was Yoshizawa’s height, with long, black hair, and piercing, dark eyes. She was real slender too, but not like Yoshizawa, who looked more stick and muscle than this woman. This woman could be on the cover of a magazine in a simple bathing suit and still look beautiful.
Which reminded Niigaki she needed to get Yoshizawa to eat more food. Woman was too busy flirting and training and training and flirting to pay attention to her unhealthy habits.
“I’m fine, just utterly quiet these days.”
She had a beautiful voice too. It was on level, not to high, or too low, and it was full of the beauty that Niigaki expeted.
The woman noted the Chikorita, who glared at the woman’s Squirtle menacingly.
“Oh! Are you a trainer?” the woman queried. Niigaki grinned.
“Yep! Niigaki Risa of Delia Town! I’m gonna be better than my dad someday!”
The woman smiled broadly, shaking the outstretched hand that Niigaki offered and shaking it.
“It’s nice to meet you Niigaki. I’m Chinatsu Miyoshi.”
Niigaki let out a squeal before hugging the woman, Squirtle squeezed between them. Chikorita snickered.
“Ooo! Chiatsu-sama!”
Parting, Niigaki bounced on her two feet, as Chinatsu stared at her, wide-eyed, mainly in the ‘What the hell was up with this girl’ kind of look.
“You lead the gym here! I’ve been looking for you too!”
Part of Chinatsu wondered who else Niigaki was looking for, and if she should forewarn them before Niigaki met up with them too. Whoever they were, she felt eternally sorry for them, but immediately took it back, mentally cursing them for not finding her first.
“Ah, yes… I do. Lead the gym I mean. Are you looking for a battle?”
Nodding furiously, Niigaki smiled broadly.
“Yeah! Oh… I have to find my friends… before we do… so that Yoshizawa can watch me stomp you flat!”
What an ego on this one… but then, Chinatsu wondered. Yoshizawa? She had heard that name before.
Shrugging it off, she dismissed it as a coincidence and smiled at the girl again.
“I wouldn’t count eggs before they hatch,” she said, “But… I’m sure we can find this Yoshizawa, but first, how about some sweets?”
Niigaki thought a moment, and shook her head.
“Nuh uh, I’m strictly on a no sweet diet…”
She paused, her stomach basically negating the comment she made. Grinning, Chinatsu gave Niigaki a pat on the back.
“Let’s go. We’ll have a gym battle right outside too…”
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“One Pile High to the Sky Death by Chocolate Chocolate Cake ready for pickup!”
And, a few seconds later, Kamei was digging into a rather large pile of cake, ice cream, fudge sauce, sprinkles, and whipped cream, with a large spoon. Yoshizawa sat on the other side, swinging her own spoon back and forth. It was definitely a ‘meal for two,’ if one could call a chocolate cake like that a meal, but it seemed the elder woman was not hungry.
Kamei paused in her re-enacting of the Cookie Monster to give her an innocent look.
“You don’t want any? You paid for it.”
Smiling warmly at the girl, Yoshizawa shook her head.
“Nah. It’s alright. I’m good.”
If Kamei had known any better, she would have pinned the woman down and tried to get her to eat something, even if it was from the bowl of fruit that Naetoru was munching on.
However, Kamei was obliviously aware that Yoshizawa had other things on her mind on a near to all the time basis, and went back to being Cookie Monster again. Yoshizawa smiled at the girl warmly.
“You know who you remind me of?”
Kamei stopped again, a few crumbs of cake falling from her lips. Snickering, Yoshizawa reached over with a napkin and wiped some ice cream off of the corner of the girl’s lip.
“You remind me of Risa when she was younger…”
What a comforting thought. Kamei’s face contorted into a half ‘You’ve been into some hallucinogens,’ and ‘Are you STUPID?!’ Yoshizawa gave Kamei a pat on the cheek, in a sort of motherly gesture.
If one could call Yoshizawa motherly.
“Still got a lot to learn to by the looks of it Mei-Mei.”
Settling a hand on Kamei’s cheek, the older woman paused a moment, and smiled, in the same manner as she gave the girl a cute little cheek pat. Kamei was unsure of what to do, beyond ‘Uhm… can I have my cheek back? You won’t rip that off, will you?’ that came to mind.
She refrained from that though, and settled for staring at the eyes that were staring at her. Opening her mouth, she tried to find the words ‘Are you sure you don’t want my babies?’ when a rather rude girl burst into the shop.
“Yo! I’m looking for the gym leader, what’s her name… China something.”
The girl sniffed, her one wonky eye catching Kamei and Yoshizawa sitting at the table, Yoshizawa still spacing into Kamei’s eyes, and Kamei trying to politely get Yoshizawa’s attention. The girl grinned broadly, and made her way over.
“Hey, you lovebirds know where the gym leader is?”
“The who?” Kamei squeaked. Snorting, the girl rolled her eyes.
“The gym leader. God, what are you, some sort of idiot newb trainer or something?”
She took offense to that, Kamei did, but decided that saying nothing was better than getting her butt handed to her. Though the girl was a little on the petit side, she wore some pretty outlandish clothing, mainly in the shade of dark purple. It all matched though, and went perfectly with the large, golden necklaces she wore around her neck.
“God, you are!”
However, before she could say anything else, the girl found herself face to face with Yoshizawa, who was livid red with anger.
“If you’re going to insult her honor, prove that you’re better. Battle me.”
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Dude! When I said Miyoshi I didn't even think about Chinatsu. I worship 'Unchain My Heart.'
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I'm gonna get to the action next chapter. No worries ^^. I just wanted to get a bit more random out of this before I went on. And I to set up the plot properly... Or else you'd all be like 'wha huh!?' by Chapter 7.
Though, with your luck... you might end up doing that.
And I'm glad to see someone knows Chinatsu-san!
Chapter 5 :: Flaming Lizards of DOOM!
“Kid must feel like a princess.”
The girl sniffed and rubbed her nose again, grinning at Yoshizawa.
“Fine. Whatcha gonna battle with, that puny little Naetoru? That thing can’t even scratch a Magikarp!”
Naetoru went to lunge for the girl, to defend his own honor and dignity, but Kamei had her hands around him and was holding him close.
“I know, she’s just a bitch,” she whispered lightly, patting the turtle Pokemon on the head. This seemed to calm Naetoru down a bit, as Yoshizawa and the girl exchanged angered glares.
“You’ll see. Let’s take this out back though. We don’t wanna ruin anyone else’s fun.”
Yoshizawa was rather calm about the whole ordeal. The girl seemed overly confident, whereas Yoshizawa was just there.
Kamei had no idea what to make of it.
“Fine. My Pokemon’ll chew your’s up and spit it out.”
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Squirtle had started making faces at the green creature sitting atop Niigaki’s shoulder. Grunting, Chikorita kept herself from strangling the turtle, whether it have been because she had no idea how to use ‘Vine Whip’ or not was beyond her.
She wasn’t entirely sure what Vine Whip was.
“This must be exciting for you,” Chinatsu said, smiling at the girl, who grinned and nodded.
“Yeah.”
“First time away from home, all independent. Your father must have been devastated to hear that you were leaving to do this…”
Niigaki had thought about that, a lot. Maybe a little too much. Ah well.
Chinatsu smiled at the girl, stopping in front of a little café, waiting for Niigaki to say something.
And indeed the younger girl did.
“Wooaaah… is this where the gym is?” she asked in awe. The woman nodded.
“Yep. Kyuari Town Gym. I’ve been getting a lot of hassle to maintain lately, so I opened up a bakery too. My nephew’s inside… he’s a fan of your father’s.”
Grinning, Niigaki nodded, and, without another word, she went right inside, where there was a boy nervously standing behind the counter, talking to someone.
Or, trying to.
“Ma’am… might I suggest something in the fruit area?” he suggested. The tall girl thought a moment, and grinned broadly.
“Strawberries!” she said happily. The boy smiled.
“Strawberries, great! You want some?”
“Ahhhhh…”
The girl looked over at the display case and pointed at a small bowl of cherries.
“You wanted cherries?” he ventured. The girl paused, looked at the cherries, then grinned at him broadly.
All the while, there was a small bear on the counter, trying to get the girl’s attention.
“Oh, Ryouji, what seems to be the problem?” Chinatsu asked, setting Squirtle down on the table. Immediately, the boy jumped back.
“Auntie Chi Chi!”
“Huh? Oh! I’m so sorry, I forgot… Niigaki, would you mind holding Squirtle while I straighten this out?”
Happy to oblige, the younger girl picked up Squirtle, who clung to her just as happily as she did to him.
Which made Chikorita insanely jealous.
“Auntie… I can’t talk to her… she doesn’t speak our language,” he replied, politely gesturing to the tall girl, who grinned at Chinatsu.
“Strawberries,” she insisted. Blinking, Chinatsu thought a moment.
“Give the girl strawberries then.”
“I tried that a few moments before you walked in and she got all angry at me…” he admitted. Chinatsu let out a laugh.
“Well then… sweetie…”
She turned to the girl.
“What do you want?”
“…. Cake.”
Chinatsu blinked again. Cake… strawberries. She turned to Ryouji.
“Could you pull out a piece of strawberry shortcake?”
After a small pause, the boy pulled out a piece of the aforementioned cake, which made the tall girl clap her hands and nod happily.
“That one!” she said. Letting out a happy sigh, Ryouji grinned.
“That’ll be 100…”
Before he could say anything else, the girl shoved a bill into his hand, took the cake, and turned to walk off, the bear now on her shoulder, eyeing the cake just as happily. Ryouji started to panic.
“Miss, your change!”
Chinatsu snickered lightly, giving him a smile.
“Just give it to her before she leaves. She seems smart… just has a small problem with words she doesn’t get… now, Niigaki here needs something to eat before we go battle out back… how’s that chocolate cake coming along?”
Thinking about this a moment, Ryouji let out a small sigh.
“Uhm… I sold the last one to Yoshizawa-san’s new friend… oh! And Yoshizawa-san’s out back battling some strange girl… all Yankee and wonkified…”
“Aww, that’s depressing,” Chinatsu said with a pout.
“Oh! Don’t worry Auntie Chi chi, I put another cake in the oven! I promise!”
Chinatsu grinned at the boy. He was so gullible sometimes.
“Don’t worry about it… we’ll just have to see who Yoshizawa-san is battling, hmm?”
Niigaki tuned into the conversation at that point, and let out a cry.
“You mean Yossi’s here already!?”
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They were indeed out back, the three of them. The odd girl was glaring at Yoshizawa, who was glaring right back. They both had pokeballs in ther hands.
And Kamei was off to the side, unsure of what exactly was going on beyond ‘Pokemon battle.’
They had spent the last two minutes glaring at each other.
“Alright! I’ll teach you to mess with the honor of young maidens! Go!”
Yoshizawa threw the pokeball out, and, as it hit the ground, out tumbled a Charmander. It was so adorable looking!
Kamei let out a small squeal of delight, but then glared at Yoshizawa.
“HEY! I’m not a maiden!”
“Kid’s a brat too,” the wonky-eyed girl said, grinning, “Fine, whatever. Korinku! Let’s come on out and play!”
Out of the girl’s pokeball came a blue and black lion creature, with a yellow spark at the end for a tail. It was adorable as well.
It just looked grumpy, like it hadn’t been trained right or something. Kamei thought her mother would have loved one of those, but she already hated its existence.
Yoshizawa gave the Pokemon a look, as if she was assessing strengths and weaknesses by the naked eye.
“What, don’t know what attack to use against the awesomeness of Korinku?” the girl asked smugly. Glancing at the girl, Yoshizawa smirked slightly.
“Have you ever won a badge in your life?”
There was a pause, and the girl faltered ever so slightly.
“I’ve never needed one to prove I’m great,” she replied, going right back to her smug look. Yoshizawa’s smirk widened ever so slightly.
No wonder this girl was a bunch of talk. She couldn’t be underestimated though. As angry as that Korinku looked, it also looked like it could take a couple of hits.
“You shouldn’t underestimate your opponents so readily Takanachi.”
“Don’t call me that,” the girl sneered, “Who do you think you are anyways?”
Yoshizawa’s smirk turned full grin as she shook her head.
“Kid… even a Rocket knows better than to mess with a retiree.”
She stopped, before crossing her arms against her chest.
“Yoshizawa Hitomi. Your former boss, Rocket Tanaka.”
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Yossui was part of Team Rocket? Cooool....