Okay, this is the last time I'll attempt the final Stalkers fic, I promise. Unless someone wants to do a spin-off of their own...
- Pokeshipping (Ash x Misty)
- Flirtationshipping (Cap D. Blue x ~Mist~)
- AGHatshipping (Chelc x Swifty)
Summary: The famous matchmaker group returns! After years of nothing to do, there's a new mission to complete; Misty suspects Ash of adultery, and there's something fishy about the mistress.
Rating: T for language and violence though-out
Cap D. Blue as Dylan/Blue the Sarcastic
~Mist~ as Kristell/Yellow the Leader
Chelc as Chelsea/Chelc the Obsessive
EXP:282 as Stacee the Insane
pokeplayer984 as John
Megaranger as Rasheed the Nonchalant
Swifty as Sam
Table of Contents
Chapter One - "Ash is suspected of adultery?! A new mission is assigned!"
Chapter Two - "Blue's jealous?! A fierce rivalry erupts!"
Chapter Three - "Who's the mistress?! Chelc's shocking report!"
Chapter Four - "The Five Stalkers invade! Surprise Battle in the Elevator Shaft!"
Chapter Five - "The Master Plan! Giovanni's Desire and the Strongest Pokémon!"
Chapter Six - "One Last Attempt! The Stalkers Bring Ash & Misty Together Once More!"
Chapter One - "Ash is suspected of adultery?! A new mission is assigned!"
“What’s that racket?!”
I had to admit I saw this coming. The impending doom was ticking closer and closer the moment I walked out of the store earlier this morning. I tried to convince myself everything was going to work out... but alas, not much you can do once you throw caution into the wind.
Chelc stormed down the stairs and caught my red-handed with the CD case in my hands. Snorting like an angered Tauros, she reached out and snatched the plastic object from me before I could say a word. An eery silence filled the air as she stared at it. I seized the moment and began edging away slowly towards the hallway. I thought had it made, until...
“Oh, no you don’t!”
I turned just in time to see the case hurling towards me. I gulped, swearing in my head. WHACK! I lost my balance and fell flat on my back, knocking all the wind out of me. “Oof!”
Brushing a stand of hair out of her face, the brunette turned to the stereo and shut it off. Her mood changed dramatically and a smile spread across her face. “Finally!” Chelc walked off, stepping over my KO’d form.
From now on, I reminded myself, sitting up with greater difficulty than one should have. No more surround-sound for that song.
The front door opened with a click as I was shaking my head clear. I turned to the source and found myself staring down several brown paper bags. “Sorry, but no one’s hyperventilating.”
A head with dark hair, brown eyes and glasses poked out from behind the back, a confused look stretched across the face. “What are you doing down there?” Yellow asked me, a second walking pile of paper bags walking by to reach the kitchen.
“Chelc did it,” I replied, taking a few bags to help out my friends. “She hit me with my new CD.”
“Oh... I thought I told you no surround-sound.” She replied matter-of-factly, moving off the kitchen as well.
I scowled, stalking after her. “Oh, so it’s fine when you guys get to listen to your music at a million decibels for three hours?!”
The phone rang at exactly eight o’clock that night. I was sitting next to in on the couch trying to watch a TV show when it starting beeping. I looked around everyone else spread around the living room. “Oh, no, don’t get up.” I quipped dryly, picking up the phone. I put it to my ear. “Hello, Blue’s Fishery. We Cut ‘Em and Gut ‘em! How can I help you today?”
A very disapproving voice responded. “Very funny, Blue.” I recognized the voice instantly.
Grinning widely, I said, “Why ,yes, John, I’m so sorry the form of sarcasm is a lost art to you.”
“Will you cut it out and listen? We’ve got a problem. I need you and the rest of the Stalkers.”
“We’re not looking for Britney Spears, I already told you.”
“Shut up. Listen, this is urgent. I need you, Yellow, Stacee and Chelc to come over here right away!”
“No dinner and a movie first? I’m insulted.” My comment was answered with a click and dial tone. I set the phone down and turned my attention back to the TV. It was a few silent moments, save for the two women comparing teeth whitening strips in a commercial.
I looked around at the stares of my companions. “Oh, right. We have to meet John.”
A short flight later...
I looked around at the office we found ourselves in. For some reason, I felt awfully tired. Damn jet lag. In truth it was only a five-minute jump from our place to the university where I was currently standing. I glanced over at where my make-shift passenger jet/lazy lizard with wings was napping.
Salamence was one of my strongest Pokémon, but he was lazy. He loved sleeping, eating, and winning. His tail and neck were curled up, large crimson wings folded over his body, breathing out of his nostrils.
Resisting a strong urge to kick him, I turned back to where the three girls were sitting, talking about what could possibly drag us out here. They sat in the only chairs in front of the desk, the big leather one behind it still empty.
“This happened twice before,” reminded Chelc, her bag in her lap. “And both times where about Ash and Misty.”
Yellow gleamed, positively excited about meeting her idols. “Ahh, I can’t wait~!”
Stacee stayed silent, curling part of her rush-colored hair between her fingers. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking, but it didn’t look good.
John finally came in through his office door and sat in his chair, turning to face us. I leaned against a filing cabinet, folding my arms.
“I’m glad you could make it here,” John said, looking grave. He looked sick; his skin was pale and thinner. Or maybe just some trouble with the newer students. I thought, wondering if there was anyone who could live up to the reputation of the greatest Pokeshippers of all time.
Salamence let out a loud, rasping snore, making everyone–save me–jump a bit. John wiped his brow with a handkerchief before attempting to talk again.
“I guess you can guess why I’ve called you here... more problems.”
“More problems.” echoed Chelc, shooting a death glare at me as I snorted. “What is it this time?”
“Getting them together, then forgetting an anniversary.” Stacee counted off two fingers from her hand. “What else could possibly have happened?”
“...” John looked up at me expectantly. “Care to venture a guess, my ‘apprentice’?”
I rolled my eyes, a tiny smile moving along my lips. “Well,” I began, heaving a sigh. “At this point, I’d say... adultery.”
The jaws of both Stacee and Chelc dropped, whereas Yellow gasped and covered her hand with her mouth. I had to admit, it was kind of fun doing this sort of thing. Sort of. “So what do we have to do?” I asked John, taking off my new straw hat; I had discarded my trademark ball-cap for a new look, and it was working.
“Work with Ash and Misty, find out what’s really going on, and stop whoever’s behind this.”
(“I like this plan,”) piped out Salamence with a yawn, showing off several pearly-white fangs. He blinked a bit and ambled over next to me, pushing his head against my hand so I could scratch it. (“Simple, easy to remember.”)
For once, I had to agree to him.
“So...” Yellow turned back to John, her eyes gleaming. “When do we leave?”
“Right away.” John said, standing up. “Oh, I almost forgot. I found someone who could help you. He’s already at Cerulean Gym.”
After landing on top of the Cerulean Department Store (Salamence was kind enough to remind that I need to specific where I tell him to land; I responded by smacking upside the hand as hard as I could), I recalled him back into his Ultra Ball and proceeded to descend down eighteen floors of medicine, travel items, clothing, and home decor.
Around the third floor, I found myself wandering around the toy section. Despite being older than my previous adventures as a Stalker, I was still a kid at heart and loved building things, especially models. I found one of the newer kits and decided to buy it. I had just plucked it off the shelf and was turning around to pay for it when I bumped into someone.
A familiar, brown-haired, blue-eyed female someone. I was so startled I stepped back into the shelves, causing boxes to fall on my head. First the CD case, now this. I pulled myself out of the wreckage to get a better look at who I had collided with.
Red bandana. Bike shorts. Fanny pack. Yikes, this wasn’t good. I wondered if I should run or try and talk... Apparently my mouth had a mind of it’s own, because I found the word “Hi” coming out of it. Idiot! Always telling your team to be quiet half the time when you can’t keep your own mouth shut!
“H-hi,” May replied, shocked that should would run into me, of all people. “W-what are you doing here?”
“Uh..” I looked at the package in my hand and hid it behind my back. “N-nothing. J-just traveling, that’s all.”
“Oh.” She seemed disappointed, but maybe it was just me. “I, uh, have to go. Nice seeing you.”
“Yeah... see ya.” I starting walking towards the cashier, payed for my model, and ran to the Gym as fast as my legs could carry me. After about ten minutes, I saw the recognizable Dewgong statue on the roof and put forth an extra burst of energy into my already raw muscles.
WHAM! I slammed into the glass doors once again. Stars and bright colors dancing in front of my eyes. I took a moment to recover, stood up, and pushed open the doors, stepping into the air-conditioned building. I wandered into the main area, ignoring the computed voice that asked if I was going to battle the Leader today.
I was met with a giant, gazillion-gallon pool and wondered where in hell everyone else was, when everything shook like an explosion. A large snake-like creature glared down on me. Blue scales and white fins covered it’s serpentine body. Add an open mouth with deadly fangs and you’ve got a Gyarados. A very hungry one, might I add.
If no one was around, then I had to take matters into my own hands. This Gyarados was fairly large, so no one Pokémon would be able to take it down. I groaned, reaching for two Poké-Balls and opening them. Salamence popped out, noticed the Gyarados and roared. The second Pokémon was a large, blue mudfish, with orange whiskers and a fin-like tail.
I leapt on Salamence, who spread his wings and flew up. “Riptide!” I called down to my Swampert. “Grapple him!”
(“Aye-aye, captain.”) Riptide dove into the water and slammed into the water snake with brute strength.
The roar of pain echoed thanks to the cavernous ceiling, but I pressed on. “Okay, Salamence, aim a Flamethrower right in its mouth!”
White-hot flames burst from my dragon’s maw and shot out a pillar of fire, which Gyarados swallowed. Unfortunately, Riptide punched the creature’s belly the next moment, causing the attack to get shot back at Salamence, who swore and dove down to avoid the hit.
“What the hell are you thinking?!” I yelled, one hand on my straw hat to make sure it was still there.
I was about to order a Dragon Claw from Salamence when a massive bolt of electricity slammed into Gyarados, frying it unconscious. I looked around and saw Yellow standing there with her Starmie. I grinned and stepped off Salamence to greet her. “Hey!”
“Where were you?” She asked after a quick hug. “We were worried.”
“I landed on the department store roof.” I explained. “I had a bit of a run-in with You-Know-Who, but otherwise, I made it here in one piece.”
“Not if that Gyarados had gotten you.” grinned Stacee, walking up from the hallway behind Yellow.
“Yeah, right! Like that would happen. So, where’s the lovely couple?” I said, smirking. “The Four Stalkers are back and better than ever!”
“Actually, five,” cut in Yellow, sweatdropping a bit. “John recruited another member, remember?”
To be continued...
"Blue's jealous?! A fierce rivalry erupts!"
Is the more behind Ash and Misty's separation than before? Why was Blue acting so strange around May? Who's the mysterious new member John managed to recruit? Join us next chapter to find out!