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Old April 3rd, 2009 (3:19 PM). Edited May 8th, 2009 by Giratina ♀.
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    (chapter ten - the tenth chapter of the story. onoes, that title name is japanesian!)

    When Kris re-entered the clearing where the three had camped for the night, she found Cyrus performing a rather unusual practice on Magnezone.

    “Wh-what are you doing?” She squeaked. Cyrus looked up. He appeared to be… repairing Magnezone.

    “You don’t know how a Magnezone works! You could hurt him!” She shrieked loudly and ran over, but Cyrus put out a hand to stop her.

    “Think about it. If I didn’t know what I was doing, would I be attempting this in the first place?”

    Kris grumbled angrily, admitting defeat - Cyrus, she knew, was most definitely not stupid enough to screw with something he didn't know much about.


    She lay down on an extremely comfortable pile of moss, Bibarel curled up next to her.


    “We should be nearing Sandgem Town right about now.” It was the next morning, and Caro, Kris, and Cyrus were on the road once again.

    “Shrubbery?” Caro asked in a bored tone, turning to Cyrus for a second.

    “Shrubbery,” came the equally blank reply.


    “Hey, Caro. I’m going to poke around over there. Don’t get yourself killed, okay?” Kris pointed to one end of Sandgem Town.

    “Whatever.” Caro mumbled. He turned the other way to wander aimlessly. He did so, for a few minutes… until a rather dramatic entrance interrupted him.

    “Hey! You!”

    Abruptly, a woman burst out of a house on the northern side of town. She was a thin person, wearing a black shirt and blue pants underneath a white lab coat. She had jet-black hair that went down to her shoulder blades in he back with long stringy bangs covering her face. Her eyes were a bit larger than normal and her face a bit longer, too. She looked to be what humans called a ‘professor’.

    Caro nearly jumped out of his skin as the woman blasted out the door facing him, panting slightly. “Have you seen a tall guy, spiky blue hair, sorta pale face…” Apparently, this lady was describing Cyrus. Caro opened his mouth to respond, but at that moment, an Ursaring slipped outside and covered one broad paw over the woman’s mouth.

    “Urrrrrrrrsa-ring!” It scolded.

    “What in the- Professor, are you ambushing travelers again?” A third figure stomped out of the house. This one was a female, about twelve years old. Most of her thick, brown hair was tied back in a lengthy ponytail, though her bangs and some locks on the side of her face were left untied. She was wearing a simple white tee shirt under a tattered charcoal-colored jacket, as well as blue jeans patched in various places. A look of combined embarrassment and anger was twisted onto her face.

    “Ursaring, you can let go now.” She commanded, nodding to the gargantuan bear Pokemon now holding the ‘Professor’ captive.

    The girl turned to Caro, who recognized her immediately and backed up a few steps. “Wait a second…” the girl began. “You’re with the scumbag, aren’t you?” Her eyes narrowed.

    “Where’s the other tagalong? Licking her wounds in the forest? Shame… I wanted to ask how the useless Bibarel she got was coming along.”

    “Actually, I’m right here.” Kris said bitingly, exiting the Pokémart and moving over to stand next to Caro. “You called?” She growled.

    “Well, isn’t this just fine and good. Hey, you know what I just noticed? The scumbag isn’t here. Now, where could he be…?” The girl looked around in mock confusion; hand on her chin, she wanted to see Caro and Kris’ reaction.


    Cyrus really detested Sandgem Town.

    Not only was it dangerously close to Mesprit, it was also where the brat – Dawn, was it? – was currently in residence. No doubt about it; if the woman saw him, Cyrus was dead meat. He made his way as quickly and quietly as he could through the vegetation, but stopped short when he heard Kris’ voice echoing form the town. Was she… shouting?

    “This will not end well.” He began to peer out from the shadows of a large building – probably Dawn’s laboratory, but he didn’t honestly care – and watched as the scene unfolded before him.

    Kris and another girl seemed to be shouting, in an argument of some sort. The girl… she was the same foolish child who had attacked him in midair a few days ago. His prediction, he felt, was entirely correct; this would not end well at all.

    “What’s your name, anyway?” Caro huffed. “We can’t possibly unleash our poison-tongued wrath upon you without your name.” Kris glared at him, but the girl fell for it. Or maybe she just wanted to give them her name – this girl was unpredictable.

    “You,” she said, “may call me Rin. I came from Orre, and have traveled all over the world, y’see – but I don’t see how dingbats like you knew where Orre was.”

    Kris snarled angrily – probably a trace of her Persian form. If there was one thing she hated, it was people acting all high-and-mighty and treating everyone else like dirt. Even if the people were right.

    “Now listen here, you,” Kris growled at Rin. “I’d be more than happy to kick you and your Pokémon’s sorry tails.” Rin smiled nastily.

    “Aww, but I really do hate seeing insolent little children get hurt… well, okay. Double battle. Me against you and your boyfriend.” Caro’s attention was wandering quite a bit up until this point, but at the mention of him being Kris’ girlfriend he stiffened up.

    “You’re on,” he spat at her.

    “You two really have no idea what you’re getting into, don’t you?” She taunted.

    “Charizard, Tyranitar. You’re up.” Rin flung two Pokéballs into the air, to reveal two menacing Pokémon.

    One was a large red-orange dragon, looming above its Trainer and its opponents, with a long tail tipped with fire that lashed every which way. It had a strong jaw, and wasted no time in lurching its head back and demonstrating its sharp teeth, loud roar, and fire-breath. Leathery, dark blue dragon wings spread out as it roared and claws pulled back as if coiling for a final attack, making the Charizard look even scarier than it already was.

    The other was a large, green, lizard-like Pokémon, with very thick armor that came down like diamond-shaped scales. Its small eyes glinted malevolently and flicked everywhere, as it let out a huge roar to rival its partner’s. It had a blue diamond-shaped indentation in its stomach area, as well as an armored, multi-layered tail. Tyranitar shook its large head violently, and took a step forward. It whipped out one claw, talon pointed at the two teenagers with a dead-serious expression on its face.

    Rin sighed. “Tyranitar, Tyranitar. Must you be so showy?” Tyranitar rumbled, but made no further comment. Kris spat like the Persian she was.

    “Can’t you see your Pokémon hate you? You’re a bad Trainer, and you don’t show too much sympathy either.” She took out a Pokéball, and glanced at Caro.

    “Right. Sneasel, go!” He flung the ball into the air in a rather dramatic fashion (Rin snorted and rolled her eyes), and Sneasel leapt back down, ready to pummel whatever stood in its way.

    At least it was, until it saw what its opponents were.

    “A Charizard. Really.” Sneasel glared back at Caro. Kris shook her head and took out a Pokéball, before directing her steely gaze in the Raichu-boy’s direction.

    Caro shrugged at them both, a sheepish expression on his face.

    “Medicham, get ready!” Medicham leaped out from its Ball in a graceful motion, striking a taunting pose before getting into battle position.

    Caro stared at her as if she was stupid, but Kris just grinned back.

    “It’s okay,” she whispered. “I have it covered.” Caro shook his head and turned back to the battle.

    Rin either wasn’t thinking or didn’t remember Medicham’s possible move set, as she decided to attack Sneasel instead.

    “Tyranitar, Stone Edge on Sneasel!” Tyranitar began to slam the ground with its tail and fists, sending large chunks of rock into the air. A bright white glow emitted from its small, beady eyes as the boulders were sent hurdling towards Sneasel with a power nobody could explain – not even the Pokemon.

    But, just for good measure, Charizard began charging a Fire Fang. Once the necessary amount of combustion was arranged in its mouth (it must be heat-proof or something), Charizard lunged for Medicham. She giggled like a young girl, and watched with a grin as the huge orange dragon aimed for her. At the last second, she leaped in the air and landed behind Charizard with a spin and a Thunderpunch to his back leg.

    Sneasel yelped in pain as the Super Effective Rock-type move came in contact. He was knocked back, but endured and was still ready to fight. Tyranitar rolled its eyes and lined up a Rock Slide. “Metal Claw, Sneasel!”

    “Now you’re thinking.” The small black Pokemon laughed, almost as if he were enjoying this. Sneasel’s claw took on a metallic sheen, and he sprinted towards the Tyranitar, who was busy making a giant rock appropriate for sliding. The Super Effective attack hit him in the unguarded blue area of his chest.

    “GACK!” Tyranitar shouted. “That was cheap, man. Real cheap.” He began to haul the huge boulder up, until he could fling it at Sneasel.

    Medicham, noticing that Sneasel was in trouble, turned her attention away from Charizard. “Hi Jump Kick!”

    Medicham proclaimed as she bounded into the air once again; she wasn’t trying to be fancy or graceful this time – she just needed to be accurate. Charizard took the chance, and began another Fire Fang.

    The following situation was quite interesting: the huge, armored Tyranitar was on the receiving end of one of Medicham’s intact Hi Jump Kicks while Medicham received some fiery jaws clamped around her stomach, sending Charizard’s head (and the rest of his body after it) into the stricken Tyranitar.

    A simultaneous scream of pain from Medicham and Tyranitar ensued. Both fell to the ground, defeated.

    Charizard dropped Medicham, blew the last bit of smoke from his mouth, and looked around. This little skirmish of theirs had attracted the attention of the entire town. Even Ursaring had dragged Professor Dawn Driftwood out from her lab to watch.

    “Well, well.” Charizard let out a loud laugh that made Sneasel whimper in fear. “It would seem your comrade-in-arms has fainted. You have no decent attacks against me, and almost any move in my arsenal could destroy you in a heartbeat. I think I’ll savor the moment, and watch you cower at the same time! This is just too good.” Charizard spoke as if he were a Munchlax in a candy shop and shot a toothy grin down at Sneasel, who was looking up into the large dragon’s eyes.

    This is it, man. Sneasel thought. It’s been a nice life.
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