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yeo101

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Author's Notes: This story(or collection of stories) started as a thread in the Pokemon Special Fanclub. We agreed to make a 'Fanclub-Fanfic'.
This goes as follows:
The 1st Saga: Yeo101
The 2nd Saga:Yeo101
The 3rd Saga:Bigfoot the Unbeatable
The 4th Saga: GunSaberSeraph
The basic basis(haha) is that this is Pokemon Special, in reverse. as in, the good guys are the baddies, and the bad guys are good. Valentine Umbreon is the artist for the fic! It won't strictly follow the storyline. We all have wild imaginations.
Enjoy!
-The PokeSpecial Fanclub
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THE FIRST SAGA
Author: Yeo101
Location: Kanto region
Disclaimer: We own only the plot.
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ONE
"Aha!"
A blonde girl who had a Raticate on her shoulders smiled in satisfaction as she pulled out a circle-shaped device which had eight different slots of eight different shapes from the remains of what had once been the headquarters of the Dead Metal Alliance.

"Excellent. I found it. C'mon Ratty, let's go home. This place is so dusty," she smiled sweetly, "I think I'm covered in dust now!"

With that, she slipped the device into her backpack, before skipping off with her Raticate.

<<VIRIDIAN CITY>>

Lance let out a yelp as his adoptive grandmother (though the old hag had absolutely hated being called 'Grandma') shoved him out of his hammock, poking him with her walking stick.
"What is it, Gran-"

"Don't call me that, boy!" Agatha yelled, jabbing at him with her walking stick. Lance sat up, rubbing the back of his head.

"Fine then, you old hag. What do you want?"

Agatha huffed.

"Go help your sister carry her shopping into the house." She replied. Lance twitched.

"Lorelei isn't my sister, and she can jolly well carry her own shopping!" he answered, before flopping onto his hammock and resuming his nap. Agatha sighed, before pottering off to ask Bruno to help Lorelei.

They were a family, but they were not related by blood. Lance had hired Agatha as a housekeeper. Lorelei was Agatha's grandniece, and she had moved in along with the elderly woman. Lance had known Bruno for years, so when the Fighting-type specialist had arrived in Viridian looking for a place to stay, Lance had taken him in.

That was three years ago.


Now, they were probably the most dysfunctional family in the region.
"I'm cooking stew for lunch. Whoever doesn't want stew can go get his own lunch!" Agatha announced loudly. Lance cursed.

That old pain just knew that he hated stew. It was absolutely disgusting in his opinion. Lance got out of his hammock, reaching for his jacket.

"Fine then. I'll see you later."

Agatha snickered nastily when Lance walked by, earning a glare from the redhead. Bruno sighed when the door slammed shut. Lance was generally quite good-tempered, but Agatha just knew how to push his buttons.

"Crazy hag." Lance muttered, as he walked through Viridian. The town was a fairly peaceful place, but it lacked excitement. The people were law-abiding, friendly and calm. There were no ruffians, no gang fights, no chaos.

Quite unlike Blackthorn.

Lance slipped into a small cafe located fairly close to the forest. The eatery was small, but the food was good and it was affordable, so he was a regular patron.

"Good afternoon, sir. Welcome, once again." The waitress greeted. Lance smiled at her in response. One thing he had inherited from his father was definitely his charm. A cocky smile, a mischievous grin- just a little tilt of the lips and the girls started swooning.

"ChuChu! Come back here!"

Lance looked up, only to be hit in the face by a ball of yellow and black fur- also known as a Pikachu. He rubbed his head, catching the creature.

"Is this yours, miss?" he asked. The blonde girl who had been chasing after the very Pikachu that was in his arms nodded in embarrassment.

"Yeah, sorry about that. How can make it up to you?" she asked, taking back her Pikachu. Lance blinked.

"Whaddya' mean?"


The blonde girl giggled.
"When ChuChu landed on you, she dropped hair all over your shirt."

Lance looked down at the red fabric of his jacket, and he groaned.

Man, to think that nagging hag had just washed his jacket the day before.

*****

Over their meal, Lance had found out that the girl's name was Amarillo Del Bosque Verde, but she went by the name of Yellow. She had been born in Viridian, but she had been living in Cinnabar for the past three years, and she had only just recently returned to her hometown.

"Ah, so it's no wonder why I've never seen you around till now."Lance remarked, having a bite of his salad.

"Are you a vegetarian? All the dishes you ordered contain absolutely zero meat." Yellow asked, taking a sip of her juice. Lance nodded.

"Yes, I am. I just don't see the point in killing innocent animals just to have temporary satisfaction." He remarked coldly. Yellow chuckled.

"You're just like me, then! I haven't eaten meat in years. I don't know when it started, but," she smiled at Lance, "I'm used to it now!"

It was then that Lance realised that she had a beautiful smile.
 
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New Age Retro Hippie

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Yay Epsékop~!

I liked this chapter, despite its shortness. Poor Lance, getting pushed out of his own house and then faceglomped by a Pikachu (The same thing happens to Yellow in a fic I'm planning o.o) Despite it's shortness, I think you can insert more description. As I read it, I thought that Yellow was about twelve here- until the last line (unless you intend to have Lance be a paedophile). Perhaps you could've described Yellow more when Lance saw her to establish a rough age. It was also hard to visualise some bits, like the café scene.

Overall, an entertaining job, but lack of description makes it hard for me to imagine.
 

yeo101

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Falling Star said:
Yay Epsékop~!

I liked this chapter, despite its shortness. Poor Lance, getting pushed out of his own house and then faceglomped by a Pikachu (The same thing happens to Yellow in a fic I'm planning o.o) Despite it's shortness, I think you can insert more description. As I read it, I thought that Yellow was about twelve here- until the last line (unless you intend to have Lance be a paedophile). Perhaps you could've described Yellow more when Lance saw her to establish a rough age. It was also hard to visualise some bits, like the café scene.

Overall, an entertaining job, but lack of description makes it hard for me to imagine.
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You do have a point. Will work on it.
And yes, I do think Lance is a paedophile. Call me a weirdo if u wanna.
 

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Pretty nice first chapter, and GrantedShipping = Awesomeness. Throw in a bit more description (characters, settings, etc.) and you've got a solid fic on your hands.
 

yeo101

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A Picture for the First Chapter, drawn by Valentine Umbreon
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yeo101

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Hello everyone! Here comes Chapter Two! I worked hard on this one, but prelims are coming, so it may not be perfect.
Enjoy!
*Yeo*
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TWO
BAM!

Green Oak started, nearly dropping his vial of Spinarak venom onto his jeans when Yellow stormed in, taking huge strides across the cold, tiled floor.

"Welcome back, milady." He greeted, examining the test tube. The purple liquid was fizzing away in the tube.

"Hello Green. How's the work on the venom going?" she asked, striding over to the table where his files and documents were scattered in a state of disarray that was uncommon for the normally neat young man. Green sighed, taking of his glasses and tucking them into his shirt pocket.

"The venom isn't strong enough to be used on humans. At the most, it will paralyze, but it won't kill. I could try using some from Ariados, but the venom could be too strong now, and the last thing we need is for the venom to dissolve the body."

He sighed once again when Yellow slipped her arms around his neck, resting her head on his shoulders. She smiled, pressing her lips to his cheek in a soft kiss.

"Rest for a while, okay? You're no good when you're tired. So have a nap, and then get back to work." She remarked, smiling.

"That's an order, Green." She added in an undertone, her voice slightly darker. Green nodded, standing up.

"I suppose you're right, milady."

With a cursory bow, he departed, leaving Yellow to slump down in his seat. She raised her head when the door was pushed open. Blue stepped in, holding a tray of tea and cookies.

"A snack for you, Yellow?" the older woman asked with a smile on her face. Yellow nodded, sighing.

"You look angry." Blue remarked, serving the tea and cookies. Yellow sighed, leaning forward to look Blue in the eye.

"Red disobeyed my orders again. I explicitly told him to stay in Pallet Town for today, but I caught him tailing me in Viridian."

"What did you do to him?" Blue enquired, consuming a cookie. An evil smile spread across Yellow's face, causing the brunette to shudder slightly. The blonde girl giggled, winking.

"Let's just say Uncle Wilton has a helper now."

Blue sighed, exasperated.

"You know how Red hates fishing, Yellow."

"That's the point! And anyway....I met the grandson of Dragon Master Draca today."

Blue raised a brow at the smile on Yellow's face.

"Oh?"

Yellow leaned forward, taking a gulp of tea.

"Oh, yes I did. I'm sure you've heard about him, haven't you?"

"Aye, I have."

Blue didn't like the smirk on Yellow's face. The girl was only fourteen, true, but she could be evil in its purest form sometimes.

"Well, then I'm sure you know that he's fu-"

"Yellow!" Blue admonished, but one could tell that the elder girl couldn't have cared less about Yellow's vile tongue. Yellow chuckled, grinning.

"Well, back to what I was saying, no? He's ****ing handsome, that Lance Draca. Exactly like his father, although much more......"she made a rather suggestive gesture with her hands.

The expression on Yellow's face was enough to alert to Blue as to just how much interest the blonde had in the heir to Blackthorn's 'royal' lineage. The older woman sighed fondly.

"My dear Yellow Cabarello, you will never change."

<<20 MILES OFF THE COAST OF CINNABAR>>

Red was a brawny, well-built young man, sixteen years of age. He had strength and talent in battles, but if there was one thing that he just utterly despised, it was.....

Fishing.

Red hated the ocean to the core. Waves were vile; the so-called Mother Nature was a temptress. And if God existed, God wouldn't have created such horrible things.

Red had always thought God existed, till the day he met sweet little Amarillo.

Not exactly sweet, and certainly no longer little, Yellow had proven herself to be one of the purest forms of evil. In the 'Underworld', Yellow was rumoured to have Hell's blood flowing through her veins, along with that of Heaven.

The angel from hell, or the devil from heaven.

"You're thinking about my niece?" Wilton asked, casting his net. Red sighed, nodding.

"I'm musing about the evil in her." Red answered tiredly, banging his head against the mast. Wilton laughed.

"Ha. Her mother was a nice, kindly woman. Spent her spare time helping the poor. Her father (that's my brother) was a fabulous pain. He constantly had his butt in jail. He wasn't that bad, no he wasn't. Just a petty thief, but the poor girl had a hard time after her mother died from pneumonia and her dad ran off with another woman."

Wilton yawned, stubbing out his cigarette.

"I suppose that hardened her up. She used to help me with my fishing, but because of her tender looks some of the men started picking on her. Rumour has it that she thrashed them bad- I wouldn't be surprised. Yellow looks delicate, but she's really quite the fireball."

Red blinked when he saw the wistful look on Wilton's face.

"Sometimes, I wonder if she'd had turned out differently if she'd lived with her grandparents instead of me. She'd had had a good education, the nice proper kind in posh schools instead of the stuff she learns on the sea, and she'd probably have married a good man and settled down. Instead of the stuff she does now."

A smile crossed Wilton's face and he asked the boy, "So, how's the Shitennou doing? I hear that Yellow's up to something big."

Red sighed, leaning against the wooden wall of the boat.

"She is, but she won't tell me what. Only Green's in on the secret. I suspect Blue knows a bit, but they won't tell me. The lady's orders, I suppose. But it is annoying." He answered lazily. Wilton chuckled.

"That holds true for all from the Del Bosque Verde lineage. 'Cept me, of course, but that's a different story. C'mon lad, help me with these crabby Krabbys."

Wilton laughed at his own (lame) joke, as Red stood up and proceeded to help the older man.

At least this was better than the punishments Green got when his cockiness and sharp tongue got the better of him and ended him up on Yellow's bad side.

<<CERISE ISLAND>>

Green rolled over on his bed, groaning.

"Time to get up, Green-love, or you'll get in trouble again."

He lifted up his head to gaze blearily at Blue, who was standing at the entrance to his room. The sandy-haired man sat up, sighing deeply. He fumbled for his spectacles, and placing them on the bridge of his nose, looked up at the curvaceous woman.

"I know I'll get in trouble. Tell Yellow that I'll join her in the lab when I'm ready."

"Whaddya' mean- oh."

Blue's voice faded to a ghost of its usual glory, when Green slipped off his white shirt, revealing red whip marks that marred his back. They were fresh, that was one thing Blue could tell.

"When was this?" the brunette woman asked, shutting the door quietly behind her.

"Last Friday. I got a bit too insolent and well....."he trailed off, shrugging.

Green reached for the jar of lotion that sat on his table, next to his thick novels and massive medical books. He blinked when he felt Blue's warm, reassuring hand on his back.

"Let me help you." She murmured with a smiled, taking the jar from the tall male. Green sighed contently as she applied the lotion to his back, soothing the red marks which were screaming in pain. She was so gentle, much different from the wicked seductress she appeared to be.

"Hey, Blue?"

"Hm?"

Green turned his head slightly, his eyes meeting with the brunette woman's blue orbs.

"Have you ever angered Yellow?"

"I haven't. Perhaps I have, but she's very lenient with me." Blue answered, screwing the cap back onto the bottle.

"There. It's done. Yellow wants to see you, like I said, regarding the venom experiments."

Green nodded as he pulled on his shirt, buttoning it up quickly, showing that he understood Blue's message.

"Thanks." He muttered, stepping out of the room. Blue chuckled, winking playfully at him.

"Nah, you're welcome."
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I hope you liked it! :)
 

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I really like your writing style. The way you hid Yellow's true nature in front of Lance was... well... I never would've guessed she was evil based on that.

Is it just me or does Blue like Green?

I saw up above something about someone else writing the next chapter. R u going to post it here or is it someplace else?

Great writing.

Oh, BTW, Cute picture, very well drawn ^^
 

yeo101

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Blue Angel said:
I really like your writing style. The way you hid Yellow's true nature in front of Lance was... well... I never would've guessed she was evil based on that.

Is it just me or does Blue like Green?

I saw up above something about someone else writing the next chapter. R u going to post it here or is it someplace else?

Great writing.

Oh, BTW, Cute picture, very well drawn ^^
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Thank you!
And....well, there's a whole host of shippings here, and oldrival is certainly one of the more prominent ones.
I'm writing the first two sagas. But all the sagas will be posted in this forum. don't worry.
 

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Yeo, this fic is awesome!! I can't believe that group topic i came up with turned into this...
I better come up with some ideas for the fourth story.
 
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Don't bump threads over a year old. yeo101 can let me know if she wants this to be opened again.

Thread's opened, but don't bump it again.
 
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yeo101

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Thanks to Astinus, for opening this thread again.
Thanks to Maya, for supplying me with good food.
Enjoy Chapter Three!

THREE
"Hyper Beam!" Lance shouted, as the blast of energy collided with Hitmonchan, knocking it out. Dragonair swished its tail proudly. Bruno laughed heartily, withdrawing his fallen Pokemon.

"Fantastic as always, Lance. Agatha made a jolly good stew yesterday-"

"I'm vegetarian, Bruno." Lance cut him off shortly, running a hand through messy red locks. He'd have to re-gel it later when he got home. Bruno rolled his eyes.

"Fine. Any ideas for what we should do for the Viridian Fair? Lorelei's been going on about selling ice-cream, but Agatha wants to sell cupcakes."

"Well, they can bloody sell both, can't they? As long as we sell something, I really don't care." The redhead answered, stroking Dragonair's smooth blue skin. Bruno snorted.

"If you say so. Well, I'll be off now. Agatha wants me to get some groceries for her."

"Alright then."

Bruno left, his footsteps fading away as he left the Viridian Forest. Lance tumbled back onto the grass, Dragonair coiling itself around its master.

"I wonder if I'll see her again..."the Dragon Master muttered, shielding his eyes from the sun with his arm. Dragonair cooed softly, as Lance rolled over to lay his head on his most trusted Pokemon's coils.

Sleep took him almost instantly.

_o0o_

Green let out a startled noise when a loud crash sounded through the house, followed by the bangs and clangs that signalled only one thing:
Blue in the kitchen.

"Green, can you be a dear and make sure she doesn't blow the kitchen up?" Yellow asked, rifling through her documents, a cigarette poised between two fingers. Green sighed.

The last thing he needed now was another lashing, so it was with tremendous dread that he trudged towards the kitchen, his expression sour.
He was almost instantly attacked by a blob of black goo.

"What the hell was that?" he demanded, pulling the goo off his pristine white lab coat. The goo peeled away easily, leaving no mark on his clothes as it fell to the ground with a soft 'plop'. Blue laughed sheepishly.

"Erm...that was the rice."

Green scoffed, striding across the room to bonk the brunette woman on the head.

"You are a failure at domestic chores, aren't you?"

"Hey, when you spend half your life on the streets simply trying to survive, you don't exactly have the time to learn how to cook!" Blue answered in indignation, her arms flapping wildly.

Green was vaguely reminded of a very pathetic Psyduck that he had seen at his grandfather's lab. Blue sighed.

"But I really want to cook something! I mean, I've been eating your cooking, and Yellow's too, and I just feel so useless!"

Green sighed, patting his colleague on the shoulder.

"There, there. I can teach you, if you want me to."

"Really?"

Blue's eyes had gone all sparkly and twinkly- there was no turning back now. Green sighed, seizing an apron from the hook and tying it around his waist.

"Yes, let's get to work."

But that gooey substance Blue had created was giving him ideas for a rather creative form of murder...

_o0o_o0o_o0o_

Lance cringed when loud yells and vicious shrieks rang through the house.
"What on earth is happening? Wait, it's not as if I want to know in the first place," he muttered darkly, returning to his novel.

Knock knock!

"Come in," the Dragon Master replied, his eyes never leaving his book. Bruno sidled in, closing the door behind him.

"What on earth is going on?" Lance asked, turning the page. Bruno snorted.

"I'm here to hide. The women are fighting over the arrangement of the food and the decorations of the stall."

Lance rolled his eyes.

"That's rather...stupid."

"Don't let Agatha hear you say that, you'll get walloped by that stick of hers. Again."

Lance had very bad memories of Agatha's walking stick, made from the wood of a honey tree and varnished to the point that it was as hard as rock. He had been hit by it so many times he had lost count. He grimaced.

"Thanks for the reminder, Bruno."

"Not at all."

_o0o_o0o_o0o_o0o_

"This is not funny!"

Blue hid her smile behind her hand as Red clambered into the bed, cursing and groaning and whining like a four-year-old child.

"Do you hate the sea that much, Red-boy? It isn't that awful."

"It is!"

Green sighed, handing Red a mug of steaming coffee. The dark-haired boy accepted the mug gratefully, gulping down the hot liquid.

"Thank you. God, I hate fishing!"

"Then next time, follow Yellow's orders, and you won't get in trouble."

"But I was worried about her!" Red answered. Blue sighed, seating herself at the foot of the bed.

"Yellow can take care of herself. Anyway, Green taught me how to cook today!" Blue exclaimed, clapping her hands together in glee. Red snorted.

"No wonder he looks so frazzled. Hey Green, are you still with us? Green!"
The said man had dozed off on Red's swivel chair, his glasses on the verge of falling off his nose. Red rolled his eyes.

"If he keeps working like that, one day, I swear he'll drop dead."

Taking a gulp of his drink, he added as an afterthought, "Though that may not necessarily be a bad thing." Blue scowled, rising to her feet.

"RED!"
 

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No grammar errors to report, I am glad to say.
I just realized that the title of the story was "Pokemon Special" spelled backwards.
I can be so dumb sometimes XD

I really like your style of comedy and suspense.
Especially leaving off with "RED!" and the part about the "rice" and murder.
There wasn't anything I didn't like about this chapter and like I said before, no errors to report.
Thanks for continuing to write. I'm interested in reading more ^^
 

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Another great chapter, Yeo. It's good to see this fic has a comedic side. And omg, Yellow smokes!?
 

yeo101

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GunSaberSeraph said:
Another great chapter, Yeo. It's good to see this fic has a comedic side. And omg, Yellow smokes!?
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Yes dear, Yellow smokes.
I need suggestions! What sort of stall would the Shitennou run at the Viridian Fair? Is it a Game Stall, or a Food Stall? If so, what kind of games/foods?
Thanks for the much needed help.
 

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yeo101 said:
Yes dear, Yellow smokes.
I need suggestions! What sort of stall would the Shitennou run at the Viridian Fair? Is it a Game Stall, or a Food Stall? If so, what kind of games/foods?
Thanks for the much needed help.
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A house of mirrors will do. It seems like Agatha would make it extra spooky.
 
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