Chapter 1: Perfect Day?
“Stupid bird…stupid cops…stupid Boss…stupid everything!” Yuki kicked at a nearby stone, only for it to bounce off the trunk of a tree and smack her right in the forehead. She found herself on the ground, dazed. “Great…second time today I’ve been hit there.”
Yuki was supposed to be a world-famous Ghost Trainer and Coordinator, but with her career of choice, her life had been one horrible joke. She laid there on the ground, clad in a black uniform missing only the gloves. She wore a blood red scarf around her neck that had an R insignia on either end, letting anyone know she was a member of the Rocket Gang. Not many cared. Her black uniform told people that she was nothing more than a Grunt. The lowest class normally handed to new recruits. She’d been a grunt for seven years.
“Different views or same, I should be an Admin by now!” She growled, gripping some grass from the ground and ripping it mercilessly out of the earth. There were few things about Yuki that made her stand out from other Grunts. Her hair was as white as snow. Her Green eyes stood out significantly because of the dark hue. She had a temper so vile and short, a Gyarados would seem like a harmless Mareep in her presence. One thing that attracted people’s attention was the hitaikakushi (Triangular forehead cover) she always wore.
The way she dressed sometimes caused more trouble than she’d intend, depending on where she’d go. Some superstitious people would mistake her for a ghost and try to banish her to the underworld just because of the forehead cover. Sometimes, on darker nights, She’d get pelted by Pokeballs from ignorant trainers because they believed she was a Darkrai, due to the black outfit, red scarf, and white hair.
“I don’t even have an hourglass figure,” She growled, rubbing the side of her head a bit. “Idiots need to learn to open their eyes.” That wasn’t the main problem of her day. It had all been one horrible nightmare from her. It all started when ‘that bird’ found her again.
“Easiest heist ever!” Yuki chuckled. It was the wee hours of the morning in Floaroma Town. The Pokemon Center had very poor security, as the town was small and peaceful. “The Boss will hold no excuses this time! I’m getting a promotion for sure!” She carried a large bag of Pokeballs over her shoulder and on her back, each and every one of them holding some unsuspecting trainer’s Pokemon. She figured they were primarily be young Pokemon, or plant types. It didn’t matter to her. The Boss would take just about anything at this point, especially in large amounts.
“Heavy heavy heavy…Maybe I should get Skully out here…no wait…that’ll attract attention. I need to do this on my own before everyone wakes up!” There was a forest not too far from the town that she could hide in and rest for a while and find a way to transport all of the stolen Pokemon back to headquarters. With no cops or guards in sight, Yuki found herself actually grinning. Everything was working in her favor!
“KROW!” Yuki lurched forward as something smacked her in the back of her head, leaving a few scratches under her white hair.
“Not you again!” Her head snapped back up and she gazed towards the sky. In the dawning light, she could see the figure of a Murkrow flying overhead with a sinister smirk on his beak. This Murkrow wasn’t like any other. Sure, the species is said to cause misfortune to travelers and even assist in getting them lost, but this one was just pure evil. Yuki recollected herself and made sure the bag of stolen Pokemon was still intact. “I don’t have time to mess with you, you stupid bird!”
“Murkrow krow!” The bird replied. Yuki seemed to understand perfectly, as her face turned red with fury.
“Take that back, you Rattata with wings!” She screamed. The Pokemon only hovered overhead and continued to smirk at her.
“Murkrow krow!” It squawked again, seemingly enjoying Yuki’s misery. She was very tempted to unleash one of her Pokemon upon the bird.
“No…not now. I need to get out of here before someone finds me,” She growled to herself, taking a deep breath to keep her cool. “Now is not the time to fight with a chicken.” She took only a few steps away from the Pokemon Center before the evil bird swooped down again, screeching loudly. “HA! Missed!” She cried, having ducked mere seconds before he could swipe at her with his talons. He ended up landing on the bag of pokeballs, still with that sinister smirk on his beak. One would question if it was a permanent expression for the Pokemon.
“Don’t you dare!” Yuki growled. Her eyes opened wide when she noticed he’d tug his claws into the bag, threatening to rip it wide open any second. The Murkrow suddenly began to flap its wings, screech, and squawk loudly, acting as if it were stuck. “Shut up, you stupid bird!” Lights were already turning on in the nearby houses from the noise. “No no no no no!! Quiet!!” Yuki commanded, trying to reach around to grab the Murkrow’s beak without dropping the bag.
Once the lights began to turn on in the Pokemon Center, the Murkrow silenced and smirked at Yuki again. He flapped his wings a few times before taking off, tearing a huge hole in the bag and letting the Pokeballs spill all over the place! Yuki tried to collect as many of them as possible and close up the bag again, but the hole was much too big! It wasn’t long before people were emerging from their homes to figure out what the commotion was.
“This isn’t my day,” She cried, trying to close up the bag and trying to make off with the Pokeballs that remained from the spill. Nurse Joy emerged from the Pokemon Center, claiming she’d already called the authorities. “Damn, she’s fast!” Yuki wasted no time high-tailing it away from the Pokemon Center, her loot being cut in half thanks to the Murkrow.
“KROW!” Yuki felt a sharp pain in the back of her head as she was swooped upon by the bird and lost her balance. She tripped forward and landed on the ground face first, loosing the rest of the Pokeballs.
“God damned bird,” she muttered, considering just laying there and wallowing in her failure a few minutes. The familiar bark of a Growlithe forced her to change her mind, however.
“Stay where you are! You are under arrest for attempted Pokemon theft!” Officer Jenny called.
“Screw that! I’m outta here!” Yuki scrambled to her feet and ran as fast as she could before the Growleth could sink his teeth into her. Overhead, the Murkrow cried out in a way that anyone could interpret as an evil laugh, watching in glee as Yuki ran for her life.
“Stupid bird…why me? Why must he haunt me?” She got back to her feet and dusted off any dirt from her uniform before continuing forward. “If the Boss would just promote me, I would have money to perform these heists more efficiently than trying to get away on foot!” She continued to blame everything else but herself in her life for her failure that morning, not being the happiest of people at the moment.
“Just once in my miserable life I would love for things to turn out in my favor! Just once! Anything! Anything at all!” She cried out, seemingly to no one. The nearby Pokemon in the trees and grass just rolled their eyes at the woman’s rants and continued their business. She continued forward a while in silence. There weren’t any trainers around to pick-pocket, nor any towns for several miles. On a normal day, she’d find the setting peaceful.
She paused. A chilling sensation ran down her whole body. “A ghost?” She looked around, expecting to see a trainer or a mischievous Ghost Pokemon following her. Instead she met nothing except for a few Starly flying by. As a Ghost Trainer, she could feel their presence from a fair distance. She wandered a bit around the idea, waiting for the chill again. It wasn’t familiar to her. It couldn’t have been a Duskull, a Misdreavus, Drifloon, or Gastly. She was very used to the sensation of those species and their following forms. “Perhaps today I can add a Shuppet to my crew! I guess the day balances out!”
The chill returned and she followed, ending up into a very covered area in the forest, almost untouched by sunlight. It was perfect for Ghost Types to call home! She continued only a few steps further before she stopped dead in her tracks, her heart nearly jumping right into her throat.
There was no ghost, but there was something even better. A Pokemon entirely of Darkness, hated by most humans and Pokemon alike for its abilities and solitary nature. The Pokemon had an hourglass figure, appearing as if it were wearing a torn cloak with a red, jagged ring around its torso. Its face was covered by a snowy white main, which flowed in unfelt winds, covering one of its blue eyes.
“Darkrai,” She whispered, lowering herself in an attempt to hide. The Darkrai didn’t seem to take notice, circling around something over and over, pausing only ever few minutes to check on it. She tried to get a good view, but couldn’t see in the tall grass and bushes with her squatting position. She knew very little about the Darkrai species. In fact, not many knew much about it, except that it was considered an evil Pokemon that caused nightmares by malicious intent. Although it was not a ghost, Yuki has been very interested in the species for some time, ever since she’d heard stories of it the day she arrived in Sinnoh.
The Darkrai suddenly stopped it’s circling. It glanced towards the ground, then its surroundings. In a split second, Yuki watched the Pokemon vanish within the shadows, appearing to flee. She stood up and grabbed one of her Pokeballs, hoping to grab its attention and capture it before it could leave. Before she could pull her arm back for a throw, it was gone.
“Damn!! I let it slip right through my…fingers?” She dropped the Pokeball when she noticed the object Darkrai had been circling. The concept of mysterious, if not legendary, Pokemon producing offspring was something that made even the most intelligent of scientists’ minds boggle. Even the scientists of Team Rocket weren’t sure it was possible. Mere feet from here was a Pokemon Egg. There was a white circle on the top, a red, rugged pattern in the middle, and the rest was pitch black. There was no mistaking it. This was a Darkrai Egg.
“Why would it just leave it behind like this?” She mused, stepping forward to examine the egg. She kept one hand close to one of her Pokemon’s Pokeballs, just in case the parent returned to attack. The egg was moving slightly, even giving off a faint glow. Yuki had never had a Pokemon egg with her in her long career, but she knew enough that this egg was about to hatch, and the parent had just abandoned it!
“This is perfect! Once you hatch, little one, you’ll be a wonderful gift for the Boss! He’ll have to promote me for sure!” Yuki squealed, waiting patiently for the egg to hatch. It continued to move around and the glow got brighter and brighter. The parent still didn’t return. The huge smile from the early morning returned to Yuki’s face once the egg was entirely covered in a glow and the shell began to crack.
She covered her eyes a moment from the glow, and when she lowered her arm, she was face to face with a wide-eyed baby Darkrai, about the size of a Pikachu. It hovered close to the ground, keeping its eyes fixed upon hers. She was still smiling.
“Perfect!” She grabbed the Pokeball she’d dropped before. “Now…be a good little Pokemon and--”
Yuki’s smile faded in an instant and her skin went pale. She didn’t hear that. Did she?
“Er…excuse me?” She stared at the Darkrai in disbelief. Talking Pokemon didn’t phase her so much with the things she’d seen in her life. It was the word that worried her. The Darkrai appeared to smile, even though it didn’t really have a mouth, and hovered closer to her.
“Mama!” It chimed again. Once more, Yuki dropped the Pokeball.
“….you have GOT to be kidding me…”