This story is a rewrite of my first story- Misty’s Journey, which can be found in my profile. This will explain some of the mysteries such as the location, the Pokémon, and so on. A lot of things have changed, for instance you will find the storyline is much more developed.
I won’t say any more for fear of spoiling things. Tell me what you think when you’re done please; reviews are greatly appreciated, and constructive criticism even more so.
Disclaimer: I do not own the game or animé of Pokémon that this story was based off, nor do I own the Pokémon, the characters or any other copyrighted material present. This is my own work however, and this is my own story idea.
A Pokémon Fanfiction by Misty’s Double
A teenage boy sighed in defeat as his fallen Bayleef was engulfed by translucent red light; the grass type exhausted on the grassy ground dissipated into a blur of light which quickly disappeared back into the Pokéball in the boy’s hand. A male stood in front of the boy- at least twenty years his senior, and the man clad in black trousers and a long sleeved, black top, laughed callously as the boy frowned.
“You can’t have much left now, boy. Your friends clearly don’t.” He nodded in the direction of a girl and boy who were looking frantically through their Pokéballs, before exchanging panicked glances. The redheaded girl, fresh faced and looking no more than a year older than the boy, spoke up, her voice apologetic.
“I’ve nothing to use. Goldeen can’t fight, and I can’t use Togepi.”
“I’m spent;” The second boy said. His slightly more mature features had the same look of concern the girl was expressing as he continued. “If Forretress’ Selfdestruct didn’t do much, none of my other Pokémon stand a chance. I’m out, Ash.” The boy- his name Ash- nodded at his two friends who stepped back from the makeshift arena between them and the man- stood alongside a woman, who was wearing a matching deeply coloured top, with a white mini skirt with white thigh boots.
“Pika, pika kachu pichu, chu!” The yellow coloured Pikachu perched on Ash’s shoulder said. Ash nodded in understanding.
“You’re right, it’s up to you and me now. Pikachu, I choose you!”
“So the yellow rat’s fighting? That took long enough.” The woman sneered. Pikachu jumped down from his owner’s shoulder and stood on all fours, growling, bearing teeth and emitting sparks in the direction of the towering Granbull, who was growling also. Within seconds, sparks flew as an ordered Thunderbolt attack was sent towards the Granbull, and following this commands were constantly barked by Ash and the man; the Pokémon obliging. The boy and girl with Ash were stood, looking on at the battle, both sharing the hope that Ash would prevail.
“…Just what does Team Rocket want from us? They’re not even trying to steal Pikachu anymore, they’re just making things hard for us now.” The older boy said as the girl hugged Togepi close to her body. She replied, her voice distant.
“I don’t know, Brock…” He turned to face her, gazing at her slightly worriedly as he noticed her expression matched her voice’s distance. The juvenile egg Pokémon in her arms chirped happily, waving it’s hands about.
“Misty, are you okay?”
“It’s just these battles, they’re starting to wear me down, that’s all.” She said softly after a few seconds of silence.
“They’re wearing us all down, especially since Jessie and James disappeared and were replaced by these two.” Brock nodded his head towards the two their friend was battling, just as Granbull leapt at Pikachu, mouth agape as it went for a Bite attack.
“We just don’t know when we’ll be attacked again… remember when they stormed the Pokémon Centre in-”
“It’s rude to talk about people while in their presence,” The woman spoke suddenly, interrupting Brock and Misty. Her voice was one with depth… a sense of coldness to it.
“Weren’t you told it was rude to interrupt too?” Misty retorted scathingly.
“We’re Team Rocket Special Agents Misty, we don’t need manners.” The woman replied simply. Misty stared at her.
“Just… how do you know my name?” She asked, clearly shocked. Ash turned to look briefly, frowning at the exchange between the two, before continuing with the battle. The woman just stood, smiling widely at Misty. “How do you know me? Just who are you?”
“Don’t you remember me? I remember seeing you when you were so tall,” She stopped to signal a height of about 3 and half feet with her hand, showing that she had clearly met her as a young child.
“I don’t know any Team Rocket agents.” Misty spat, hugging Togepi tightly. However unaffected Misty tried to make herself look, she couldn’t help but look back at the woman… she stood, staring at her face, just trying to pick out an event in her head where she could have crossed paths with somebody who looked like she did- her looks were memorable, after all. Atop a tall and slender body was a face with a pale complexion, crowned with hair the colour of a Lapras. Her eyes were a deep blue, and both the hair and eyes accentuated each other well. Such features were hard to forget; yet Misty was in fact struggling to place a finger on when they may have met.
“But Misty, we used to get along so well. After all, it was I with my Horsea that sparked your interest in the water type.” The woman continued.
“I grew up in Cerulean City Gym; how could I not be interested in water types?” Misty responded sharply. But then, something clicked.
We used to get along so well… My Horsea…
Misty’s stare gazed over, as she was lost in her own little world, and her mind took her back nine years.
She was sat besides the pool, her feet submerged as she spoke with somebody beside her, the two throwing Pokémon food into the pool for the resident water types.
“Do you have any Pokémon, Misty?” Said a deep, albeit feminine voice.
“Not yet. Daddy said I have to wait until I’m ten, like my sisters did.” Misty replied, looking into the water longingly. She then looked up to the person next to her and smiled. “It’s okay though, I can play with all these Pokémon when I want!” The person smiled warmly at the young Misty, and pulled a red and white Pokéball out of her jacket pocket.
“Well, what do you say to seeing my Horsea? Do you have any Horsea here?”
Misty snapped back to reality. She had met this woman before.
“Togi togi?” Togepi questioned it’s trainer.
“Don’t worry Togepi, I’m fine.” She replied. The egg Pokémon wriggled about, gesturing that it wanted to get down, and failing to remember about the battle currently going on between Ash and the Team Rocket agents, Misty let the Pokémon down onto the ground.
“Why do I know you? You’re part of Team Rocket… I’ve never had dealings with your people.”
“Oh, so you’ve remembered who I am now? But, little girl, I’m surprised you don’t remember why we know each other… unless you’re in denial that is.” Again, the woman smirked, and Misty huffed, turning away from her, refusing to answer. Brock, who had been taking no part in this apart from being an innocent bystander, had taken to watching both this and the Pokémon battle. He noticed Misty looking in the direction of the duelling Pokémon.
“Pikachu’s struggling; Granbull’s just-”
“Togepi!” Misty cried as she noticed her baby Pokémon waddling towards Pikachu. She ran to catch up with it, and scooped it up into her arms just before Granbull made contact yet again with the electric mouse just feet away from them. “Don’t wander away like that again!” Togepi wriggled about in her arms once again; it’s face was one saying that it didn’t want to be there.
“Pikachu can’t win this…” Brock said in defeat, looking at how long it was taking Pikachu to recover from each attack.
“We’re trying our hardest!” Ash called, overhearing Brock’s lack of confidence.
“…Can’t beat his enthusiasm.” Brock said quietly, so only Misty could hear. The female Rocket agent had since realised she wouldn’t be getting a response for now, and was stood with the owner of the Granbull, looking on. Misty nodded.
“He needs to know when to give up though, Brock.” She reasoned.
“But we don’t know what they want. If we lose, they can take what they want… and we don’t know what that is.”
“You’re right…” She sighed, before looking down at Togepi. “Togepi, stop wriggling. Pikachu can’t play with you right now, it’s too busy.” A sad cry emitted from Togepi, as it stopped wriggling.
“Pikachu!” Ash cried as the Granbull hurled his Pokémon into the air.
“Face it kid, you’ve lost this.” Said the male Rocket agent nonchalantly.
“I’ll never let you beat me! Thunder, Pikachu!” Ash shouted, pointing unnecessarily at the Granbull. As Pikachu hauled itself up from the floor and began to summon the thunderclouds, Misty, Brock and the second Rocket agent just looked on. As some rumbling could be heard from the clouds above, lumps of ice hurtled down towards the group, but only seemed to be going anywhere near Granbull. Before anybody could say “freak April storm”, the Granbull had been encased in a block of ice; his face one marked with shock. And the expression was mirrored by just about everybody.
“Oh.” Misty uttered. Ash and Brock looked at her, before looking back at the Granbull.
“…What just happened?!” Shouted the male Rocket agent as the blizzard stopped, and the clouds above simply lost their menace.
“Somebody… something, just used Blizzard.” His female counterpart commented.
“You didn’t do that did you, buddy?” Ash asked as he leant down to pick up his injured Pokémon.
“Pika-chu. Chu kapichu pi pi, pika!” Pikachu replied. Misty and Brock exchanged glances, before looking at Ash; eyebrows raised.
“Pikachu didn’t do it-”
“Well that’s obvious Ash; no way can a Pikachu learn Blizzard.” Misty said irritably.
“But Pikachu said it was Togepi who did it.” Ash finished, ignoring Misty’s remark.
“Togepi?” She repeated, looking down to the cradled Pokémon.
“Toge-pi!” It cried happily, waving it’s hands around.
“A baby Pokémon, capable of pulling off an attack like that…” Ash commented, in awe at the strength of the attack. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t seen such things before, but it was still amazing feat.
“That’s the wonder of Metronome,” Brock responded. Misty was about to respond when somebody cleared their throat, and the three looked towards the Rocket agents. The male recalled his ice clad Granbull into it’s Pokéball, and spoke up.
“You kids got lucky. We were about to beat your rat to a pulp.” He said resentfully. “Just wait until we attack you again, we-”
“Wait! Can we ask you a question seeing as though we beat you again?” Ash said, cutting the agent short.
“What do you wanna know, kid?” Asked the woman.
“Why are you following us around?” He asked the pair, who looked at each other before the woman responded.
“We want something from you.” She said simply.
“Then what might that be?” Brock asked. Again, the two exchanged glances, but this time a smirk played upon both of their faces. They spoke in unison, pointing in Misty’s direction.
“You.” All three gasped, before Ash spoke up.
“What do you want Togepi for? It’s just a baby! You’ll have to get past me to get Togepi!”
“Shush boy… you seem to have misunderstood us.” The man said calmly. “Of course we don’t want the walking egg…”
“We want her.” Finished the woman.
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