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Our story today is about a young man, the age of nineteen. He was a well-kept child; grease stained clothes and messy hair. Okay, he wasn’t the tidiest kid around, but he took care of his friends. Attire consisting of a small pilot’s hat, equipped with goggles hiked up there, a shirt with a little star in the middle. The shirt originated white, but now it had faded and stained itself into a brown. Continuing his attire, he wore green-brown overalls, the straps going up and resting on either side of his star. He had little pockets on the front side of his overalls, holding his pokeballs, poke, the currency, and some tools ranging from wrenches to screwdrivers. He wore tall black boots, the overall bottoms going over the openings.
He responded to James, his given name being Jameson. James was a good six feet tall, his brown eyes covered by his brown hair. He didn’t purposely go for brown colors, everything just ended up that way by what he did. As stated before, he was packing pokemon. The pokemon were always welcome to come out whenever they felt like it, but otherwise they remain concealed in their containers in his pockets. He had small freckles, sprinkled across his nose, branching off onto his cheeks a little.
James is native to the Johto region, home of some of the more unique pokemon, and his favorite, Ampharos. The region was split in half, the left half being mostly water bodies while the right had mountains, the center being full of cities. James was home to Newbark town, one of the right-most towns in the area. He neighbored the main professor of Johto, the famous Professor Elm.
Our story doesn’t start with our main character, no. It starts way up north in the area of Mahogany town, home of the great Lake of Rage to the north and the gym homing Pyrce, the ice leader. Not in the gym, but really down under the whole town. Concealed down below the mart held a whole base. Characters dressed in full black patrolled the corridors, keeping at eye out for any intruders. Voices were audible from a small room in the heart of the operation, words being tossed back and forth between what seemed like three people. Main tourist attractions were mentioned, starting at the Sprout Tower, ending at the famous Dragon Den. Bickering broke out, soon there was a full-on fight coming from the small room.
Inside the room, there were three executives, discussing the plans for their next attack. The three were all dressed up, in tuxedos and dresses, full on black. The three were infamous rockets, wanted most everywhere for their crimes against the community, theft, and even kidnapping. One was getting cold feet though, wanting out of the whole ordeal. Johnny, the elder of the three, was ready to give in, go and retire while he still had a fortune to retire on. That spurred problems though, the other two outraged by his decision. Soon the formerly tidy room was tossed around, the table turned over and their coffee mugs were crashed onto the floor, stained the white tile, running in the cocking between the tiles.
“What the hell do you mean you want to leave?” Andrew, the other male executive, exclaimed, his hand in his pocket fidgeting with a pokeball. Soon ripping his hand from his pocket, he tossed the pokeball down on the ground, watching it shatter as it did so, releasing a houndoom from it’s casing. The majestic demon dog pokemon appeared there, releasing a snort of flame.
Old man Johnny nodded, his back was hunched over and he was relying on a cane to keep him up. “Enough of these games. I resign. Promote Connor up here to take my place. Now if you may, I’d like to leave.” He nodded to Andrew, then to the other remaining executive, Angela, the female one. Turning, he went for the door, but Andrew had something to say about it.
“I don’t think we can let you do that.” Angela chimed in, having tossed her pokeball too, releasing a Raticate from it’s ball. It barred its fangs; they were sharp, sharpened almost. She stepped back, leaning back into her chair; back into the nook between the back and the arm of one side as he leg went over the other arm and one down at the bottom. Her dress part slightly, still covering everything up. She made a ‘shoo-shoo’ motion with her hand, rolling her head back, not wanting to watch.
Johnny opened the door, trying to leave the room and head to the mart opening, but he was stopped in his tracks, Houndoom and Raticate launched themselves at him, Houndoom going in for a crunch on his arm, breaking the frail bones in a quick snap while Raticate went, swatting the cane out from under him with a quick slash from his tail, causing the man to keel over in pain. A quick scream escaped his lips before crashing into the white tile, his skull fracturing. Raticate lunged at him, nipping at his skin, ripping it up, gushing blood out everywhere before Houndoom went to town on his back, diving his claws into the skin just above the scapula, tearing down his back.
The pokemon heeled at their trainer’s side, the two remaining executives glancing down at their former co-worker. He was bathed in his blood, his pokeballs eventually pouring down out of a hole in his jeans, followed by another puddle. Angela snickered, looking at Andrew and asking. “What now?” Andrew looked down at the body, flicking his head over to Angela before stating.
“We get rid of the evidence. Anyone who witnessed it, gets shut up, or we make a pile, if you know what I mean…” He looked at houndoom, then back at the body, nodding at before summoning two more pokemon. Soon the red lasers faded and an Octillery and Xatu appeared. “Xatu, get the body out of here. Dump em on the island off Cherrygrove’s shore. Octillery: clean the mess up, make it shine.” He leaned against the wall, looking at the mess in the room. One thing came to mind, and that was whether or not they get a replacement. Xatu and the body were gone in a matter of seconds, and then Octillery went down to work, shooting a water gun as he cleaned it down, pushing it into a nearby air vent.
Angela snickered, returning the pokemon back to his pokeball before relaxing in her chair. ’One down, one to go...’ she thought as she glanced over at Andrew, letting him take care of everything. She wasn’t going to interfere, or even bother when he was awake. She’d make her move when the time came. She giggled at the thought, shaking her head and nestling into the chair. “Shall we launch our ploys on Azalea’s soon?”
Andrew closed his eyes once before nodding and looking over at Angela. “Heh, yeah. I’ll go with Squadron A, shouldn’t take more than five of us to take over them. Easy income.” He knew he’d be raking in more Poke than last month, knowing they’d have one less share to split between; now getting a fourth and not a sixth. Stepping over to the door, he chuckled, and then returned his two pokemon that were with him at the time. He pulled a lab coat off the wall and headed down to the cellblock, knowing he needed to exchange his pokemon around if he wanted to ensure his winnings.
Upon arrival, he deposited Octillery and took on out his trusty Crobat, along with a newly acquired Espeon. Dumping all his pokeballs down into his pocket, he nodded, heading over to the over speaker, announcing the immediate departure of Squadron A.

James woke to the sound of his mom screaming from downstairs. Flopping out of bed, he ran down stair, stumbling on the last steps. Rushing over to the living room, he found her sitting on the sofa watching the TV. James sighed, shaking his head at her before looking over at what she was watching. “The lottery?” He looked back over at his mom, seeing her with a small ticket in her hands.
Claire, James’ mother, sat there, squirming slightly. She wasn’t that old, maybe early forties. She looked over at Jameson, laughing. “I won! I won, I won, I won!” She launched herself to her feet and started marching around, tears streaming from her eyes. She soon embraced her son, stuffing the ticket into his hands while doing so.
James just looked at her, holding in a small chuckle. “Mom… Mom… Mom!” He broke the embrace and looked at the ticket. “You only got half the numbers.” He cocked his head, and then saw the screen on the TV change, displaying the winnings. ‘Oh… She won a prize.’ He smiled, looking at what she did win and read it. “We won… Won a pokemon from Elm?” He looked at her, wondering what she was going to do with that. He guessed she could use a pokemon to help her around the house when he left. “That’s cool.” Glancing over at his mom, she smiled and spoke.
“Go get it! Hurry, before someone else gets all the good ones!” She pushed him over to the door, and then nudged him out, keeping her smile. James on the other hand, looked at her as if she were crazy. He had no shoes and was just in shorts. Shaking his head, he ran over to the laboratory, figuring the quicker he got in, the quicker he got out. His shorts were small cargo ones, full of pockets and whatnot, completely unnecessary for sleeping.
Opening the door to the lab, he poked his bed-head in, looking around before stepping in all the way and walking over towards the professor. His feet clapped the tile floor, James looking around at all the machinery. “Um… Professor?” He hurried himself up, getting to his side, standing beside a desk full of pokeballs. He pulled out the small slip of paper, sticking it out in his hand. “I’m here to pick up a pokeball.”
Professor Elm was the youngest professor of the four main regions, still holding his natural colored hair and maintaining a thin form. “Hm?” His voice was still strong, as he examined the paper. “Oh… the lottery thing.” He motioned at the table, not really caring which pokemon they chose; they were all the same to him. He turned back around, returning to his machine he was tampering with. James, on the other hand, looked at the table full of pokeballs. He wasn’t sure what to pick, but he figured it was worth a try to pick a good one. “Wait… James.” The professor turned around, looking back at him, “I have something to ask you.” He reached back at his machine, pulling out the key piece and tossing it at him. “I need you to run an errand for me.” James blinked, finding a segment in his arms, and soon followed up by a pokeball. “Take that over to professor Oak for me. He’s currently staying in a small townhouse between Violet city and Cherrygrove. Use the pokemon to protect you.”
Just standing there, James held the pokeball in one hand and the small mechanical device in the other. He was clueless as to what either was, but it reminded him of what he was supposed to be doing. “Um… alright. I’ll guess I could do that for you.” He cocked his head, not getting why he of all people was going to do this. He hadn’t ever left the town except for rare occasions when his own mechanical pieces were shipped to the wrong town. Pocketing the two, he swiped one ball from the table before running out, needing to go home.
Trotting in his house, he called out the two pokemon, releasing two red lasers. They started at the bottom, and then started forming the figures of two pokemon; the first, a Machamp, and the second, a mere Pichu. Blinking, it took him a while to realize why Elm wanted him to travel with a small Pichu. He crouched down, poking Pichu in the forehead. “Seriously?” He blinked, and then ran upstairs, needing to get dressed.
James changed his attire, back into his daily uniform. Equipped in his Overalls, undershirt, pilot’s hat and all. He sighed, making sure he was all equipped before packing his pockets. He had all his tools with him, and even stuffed Pichu’s new pokeball in. He stepped back down stairs, finding his mom waiting for him, holding a backpack and a new pair of shoes. “You’re going to need these, Jamie.”
“Oh? What are these for?” He cocked his head, taking them and sliding them on, the shoes were bright, really bright. He’d need to wear them down, but that could wait. “I’m just going out for an errand. No big deal.” He looked at Machamp, seeing him already doing house chore. ‘Is he wearing an apron?’ James shook his head, crouching down and scooping up Pichu. “I’ll be ri-”
“Don’t forget your Pokegear!” Claire chimed in, having noticed he wasn’t wearing it around his waist like most normal trainers did. She hurried over to him, hugging him tight and whispering. “Try not to get hurt.” Then letting go and rushing over to the kitchen, pretending she heard the kitchen timer going off.
Pichu had already climbed up James’ arm and was now hiding behind his shoulder, scratching at his neck skin when James lost track of what he was doing. James’ hand flew up and slapped the skin, as if there was a bug biting him. “Alright alright, I’m going.” He left the home, taking a lap behind the house and taking out his latest project: a bike. James had pokemon before Pichu, pokemon that helped him form the bike, but he had to leave them home, since they were technically his mom’s. He shook his head, mounting the bike and hearing out. He knew where Cherrygrove was, but he hadn’t ever gone much past there.
Pichu grinned, climbing onto the top of his hat and kicking the goggles down from atop it, allowing him to be able to bike without anything going in his eyes. Well, that and the fact that it now had a larger distance to rest on. James kicked off, heading for Cherrygrove at a relative pace, knowing that he was in no rush and it would only take an hour or so. James tried to keep his pace, except it started to get more and more difficult as the grass seemed to thicken.
James struggled, almost overturning the bike twice. Pichu spazzed, yelling in a quiet bicker and beating it’s tiny paws, James having launched him up and landing abruptly on his bum on the leather hat. James ducked his head slightly, shaking his head and apologizing to his new pokemon. “Er… Sorry. It’s more difficult here.” The bike, being crafted from scratch, wasn’t the most durable thing. A team of pokemon from his mom, compiled of her Typhlosion, Ferlagatr and Meganium, aided him make stuff when they weren’t off giving their eggs to Elm to hatch and give off to beginner trainers.
Typhlosion would heat up the metal for he and Meganium to shape before Ferlagatr cooled it off so they could examine their work. He smiled, remembering the days he had spent slaving over the hot iron. “Heh, good times.” He spaced out, his flashbacks taking over, giving the bike just enough time to hit a boulder, flinging he and his Pichu from it’s seat and over into the bush. While in the air, he took Pichu from his head and held him to his chest, rolling over and protecting the small mouse.
Earning himself a good number of scratches and cuts, he sighed, unwinding and revealing the unharmed Pichu. The yellow mouse’s ears were folded over, whimpering slightly. James smiled, tousling the hair atop his head before standing back up and heading for the bike, needing to check its condition. ‘Best case scenario, it folded up like it can, worst case… I’d rather not think about it.’ James found his bike there, it was folded up, as wanted, but it was also bent and broken. Locking it up, he sighed, not going to try and undo it, especially with no way of fixing it. He sighed once more, picking it up and stuffing it into his backpack. “Come on Pichu, let’s go. We should be about there.” He looked in the direction they crashed and nodded, heading that way, Pichu climbing to his shoulder as he did so.
James was stepping on Cherrygrove turf in a matter of minutes, knowing he was a good half way there to his final destination. James was already loosing interest though, unable to keep focus on his objective. With a yawn, he stepped into the town and looked over at the far side, wondering if he spied what he though he saw. “Alright!” That was all he could force out before running full force at the lake. He needed some relief; even if was just a quick dip in.
Charging over, he got ready to shed his backpack, but before he knew it, he was being taken down by a number of police officers, one being the Violet City Gym leader, Falkner. “What’s going on?!” James looked around at all the police then the caution tape. “Crime scene…” he read from the yellow tape, and then looked at the island in the lake.
A voice coming from the crowd chimed in, “Get off of him!” There was pushing and shoving until finally hands appeared between two officers, pushing them aside to reveal a girl. She stood above him, her hands on her waist, as she looked down at James.
She was about five and a half feet tall, a little shorter maybe. She had a head of relatively bright brunette hair, it’s length ranging. It was short, just passing her chin in the front, were it straight, but instead, it swerved over so that it may brush her cheek. In the back, it branched down to the middle of her back, with two strands going over her shoulders on either side. Her eyes were a soft primrose tint. She wasn’t dark, but more of a light tan over her tiny frame.
She wore a worn out red beret, a small pokeball printed on it between two white parallel lines; it had small patches here and there of a dirty brown color. She wore a yellow mini-dress that flared out at the end, green trim around the neckline and some emerald buttons down the middle of her upper body, stopping where her ribcage would have ended. She wore a teal belt-type cloth around her waist as her belt, matching the color of her denim shorts and T-shirt. Her shirt ducked down, having no neck, really was just supported by her sleeves that went halfway down her upper arm. Her pokegear was looped around her right arm in a watch-like form, just under one of two brown leather bracers. A pair of faded maroon knee-high lace-up boots, the toes of each stained with mud, wrapped around her feet.
She looked at Falkner, having already told them to get off of him, and tapped her foot, her boot making a clicking noise as it hit the dirt. Soon, an Arcanine appeared behind her, the pokemon’s head a whole foot taller than her head. The officers soon backed off of James, allowing him to sit up, but he remained where he was. “Get up boy.” She crouched down, taking his hand and pulling him up with her.
James did as told, blinking as she helped him. “Um… ” He followed her back to her pokemon, then looked up to her as she mounted Arcanine’s back. “Excuse me miss, but what may I call you?” He held Pichu in his arms, knowing that it was harmed slightly when tackled upon, having such a tiny body. His eyes winced, having a glare shined into them, and by instinct, he covered his eyes from above as if it was a visor, but then realized that it wasn’t from the sun. He glanced down at the water, seeing three pokeballs getting beaten down by the sun. He set Pichu down then whispered to it, “Go fetch those for me, alright?” Then standing up again, Pichu scurried off on it’s little way as James looked back to the girl with the Arcanine.
The girl looked down at him from his spot up on her pokemon, having heard his question, but decided not to answer until she felt like it. “Yes. You may call me Hailey.” She dismounted Arcanine again, walking around James a couple times before asking. “And you, mister?” He stopped circling him so that he could stand in front of her, looking at him, then added. “What’re you doing here?”
Getting quite annoyed with the interrogation, he sighed, then scratched his head, taking in her questions and then trying to send them back at her. “Hailey, my name is James. This is Pichu, come over here, buddy.” He smiled, crouching down again and taking Pichu into his arms. He picked him up, letting Pichu stick the three pokeballs down into the pocket on his overall’s front before turning him around and smiling. “We’re running an errand for Professor Elm.” He then blinked, having almost completely forgot about the little mechanical piece. He scrambled his hand down into his pocket, pulling out the small mechanical piece and examining it. He couldn’t make heads or tails of it, and wouldn’t know if it was broken or not.
Immediately, Hailey took his wrist in her hand, keeping it still so she could examine the mechanical device he was delivering. It was familiar, but she couldn’t do anything about it until she remembered what it was. If anything turned up, he’d know where to find the Professor. She looked up from the device, nodding. “Whom exactly is this going to?”
James sighed, trying to break away from her grip, but failed; for a tiny body, she had a firm grip. He sighed, knowing that she could pretty much control him no matter what, he just did what she said. “I’m delivering it to Professor Oak, he’s currently lodging up near Violet city, and you’re really delaying us.”
Hailey released his arm, with her hand so she may look at her pokegear. She checked the time and then looked over at him. “You’re going to have to go to Oak, then either keep going north up to Violet City and try and find somewhere to lodge, or come back here and find somewhere to stay.” Hailey thought about it, but then sighed, taking his hand and bringing him over to Arcanine. “Come on boy, hop on. You have to go deliver your thing, and then I’ll bring you wherever else you want to go.”
James cocked his head, not getting what she meant. She really wanted him to get on her pokemon and she’d help him out, again? He nodded, hopping on the Arcanine, the two being about the same height. “Um… Alright.” He put Pichu in his lap, holding him securely, and then looked back at Hailey. Wondering if this was really a good idea.
Hailey grinned, slapping Arcanine on the rear, starting to run ahead, Arcanine brining the rear for a minute before passing her, giving her the opportunity to hop on the back, instantly hugging James under his arms, her chin resting on one of his shoulders. She figured it’d be a little uncomfortable for him, but he’d get used to it or ignore it, he was being helped and it’d be much quicker than if he were walking.