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platypus3333

platypus3333@yahoo.com

This is my first (and probably LAST) Pokemon fic. Frankly, I like Evangelion a lot more.

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Pokemon: Trainers

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Part 1: Whatever…

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There was a forest. In the forest there was a path. On the path walked two trainers in training. One was tall, with a serious look on his face. Next to him was another, slightly shorter, but with a bright and interested air about him. The short one turned to the tall one.

"Are we almost there yet, Jim?"

"No." Jim was looking miserable.

"Are you sure?"

"BOB, I’M TELLING YOU FOR THE LAST TIME, WE ARE NOT ALMOST THERE!" Bob stared at Jim, who shrugged. They walked in silence for several minutes, before Bob heard, in the distance, a crunching noise.

"Hey… I hear a pokemon…" They paused and strained, trying to hear anything. Then Bob pointed into the forest. "There!"

"Are you sure? The last time you heard ‘a pokemon’ it turned out to be some red-head bathing. I still have that bruise, you know…"

"No, I’m sure this time. This is definitely a pokemon. Maybe it’s a Mew!"

Jim sighed. "Bob, I keep telling you, Mew was found on a whole other continent. And besides, Mew is rare as anything. The chances of seeing Mew here are infinitely small."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"But Mew can fly, and it’s the most powerful pokemon ever discovered…"

"What about Mewtwo?"

"Mewtwo is a clone. Forget Mewtwo."

"Fine."

"Anyway, the thing is, that is definitely a pokemon I just heard."

"Ok. Let’s check it out."

They crept slowly toward the noise. Jim took out a ball containing a level 32 Ditto. He brandished it, ready to throw whenever it was needed. Bob took out a large, round rock. Jim stared. "What happened to your Abra?"

"I lost it."

"You LOST a pokemon? How the hell did you do that?"

"I dunno. I think I was using it for a game of hockey…"

"I don’t think Abra liked that…"

"Oops."

Jim brightened up. "Hey, there it is!" He sighed when he saw a Jigglypuff. He already had one. Bob, as a contrast, was ecstatic.

"All right!" He got into position and, gripping the rock, pulled his arm back. Jim stared.

"You can’t capture a pokemon like THAT! It’ll just run away!"

* Whap *

"Jiggly…puu…"

* Thunk *

Jim watched warily as Bob threw a ball at the unconscious pokemon. "Ok. So it worked once. But you can’t expect it to work every time!"

"Why not?"

"Well, think. What are you gonna do with an Onix? Throw a rock?"

"Use this squirt gun I picked up in Pallet." Bob pulled it out. "Rock pokemon are weak with water, right?"

"Yes, but that won’t hurt an Onix. It’s too small."

"Then I’ll bait it and take a hose to it."

"…"

"That’d work, wouldn’t it?"

"Yes, maybe, but it’s just not done…"

"So?"

"Argh." Jim kicked a rock off the path. Bob pulled out a radio. "How many things do you have in that bag?"

"Enough." Bob flicked a switch. "Hey, Ketchum’s in the finals! They’re interviewing him!"

"Really?" Jim leaned over and took a look. "I always knew he would make it."

"Yeah, he’s good. But remember that time, when he was new, he threatened a group of Spearows? That was pretty daft, if you ask me…"

"Yep. Hey, that’s the redhead!" Bob took a look as the camera panned to the girl. A caption at the bottom read "Misty, Trainer/Commentator." They watched as she began.

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"Thank you, Mary. Ash Ketchum, in just a few short years, has managed to rise through the ranks and train with the best of them. Hailing from the small town of Pallet, Ash has traveled all over the world, successfully finding and capturing such pokemon as the ultra-rare Articuno and Aerodactyl, previously thought to be respectively myth and extinct. Ash, how do you feel about finally being on top?"

"Well, Misty, I feel extremely happy to be here, but I couldn’t have gotten to this position without the help of my trusty Pikachu, my mother, and, of course, my friends." Misty grinned.

"Back to you, Mary."

"Thank you. Here’s a look at the stats for the starters the competitors will be using. First, Ash’s Pikachu, long famous as being the most powerful example of its type ever bred, will be starting today. Its abilities are being kept secret by Ash, and with good reason: his main challenger will be Gary Oak, his fellow trainer from Pallet, who uses an eevee. Any evolution may be used for the battle, so secrecy is a must."

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Bob turned off the television as Mary began talking to "experts" about statistics and probability. "They’re not fighting for a while, it seems."

"Apparently not."

"So what do you wanna do?"

"I dunno. What do you wanna do?"

"I dunno."

"Hmm… Wanna see if we can sneak into the stadium?"

"How?"

"Oh, yeah. Maybe we can go rent a Pidgeotto and fly…"

"How much money you got?"

"Umm… 13 dollars and…um…37 cents."

"I got 10 bucks. Think that’ll be enough?"

"I dunno…" They walked toward the city of Neon.

END PART 1