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.
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
*******************
THE FIRST SAGA
Author: Yeo101
Location: Kanto region
Disclaimer: We own only the plot.
__________________________________________
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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