ShivaDF
The Scooter-riding Artist
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Author's Note: After I learned that a 20th Anniversary Japanese official website confirmed that Mr. Fuji is Dr. Fuji and that he created Mewtwo, I realized he was an interesting character who is often forgotten in fanfiction. I hope this story helps fans appreciate him just a little more. Enjoy!
Mr. Fuji was startled by the sound of the doorbell. As usual, he walked slowly to the door, making sure that his steps were soft and wouldn't attract the attention of whoever was waiting for him. After the ringing stopped, Fuji waited a little longer, making doubly sure that the person had left. Finally, he cracked open the door. As he'd hoped, there was nobody there. Only a small package was leaning against the door frame.
He picked up the package, closed the door quietly, and went back inside. The Volunteer Pokémon House had been very quiet for the past few weeks. All the orphaned and abandoned pokémon he had been taking care of had been adopted, so the house was utterly empty. All he could do was wait for more to come in. Fortunately, Fuji enjoyed this time alone. The house was collecting dust, and he needed time to a thorough cleaning. There wasn't anything else for him to do.
But this was an exciting afternoon. Fuji rarely received mail, and he knew the package could only be from one of two people. Despite that, he still felt his stomach clench due to nervousness and anticipation. He hastily sat down at the single table in the house and opened it. Inside was a letter from Blaine, and a little blue flute with two red stripes. Fuji hadn't been expecting any kind of gift, and he looked to the letter for an explanation.
Hey Fuji!
How are you doing back in Kanto? Have you heard from Reina recently? I'm assuming she's called you to boast about all the opponents she's blasted along the way!
You're probably wondering about that glass flute I sent you. The other Leaders and I went out to Hoenn to commemorate their new Battle Frontier finally opening. It's about time, if you ask me. Anyway, since I was there, I got the glassmaker who lives outside Fallabor to make a replacement for that PokéFlute you gave away a few years ago. I put a lot of effort into collecting the soot for it (I've still got ash under my fingernails!) so it'd better work as advertised.
I've been thinking—why don't you go on a journey with me, just like old times? I have to go out to the PWT again (which I'm stoked for, pun intended), so why don't you fly over to Unova so we can go exploring together? There are some great Fire-types out there, including a cute little Ghost/Fire dual-type you'd love. I know you said not to send you any more pokémon, but how are you going to go outside without any? You know what Sammy would say about that, and he should know! Don't be like him or Agatha, running headfirst into trouble.
Write to me ASAP and tell me your news. Let me know what you think about going on vacation together in Unova, and hurry up. Don't make me ask Sabrina about your decision!
I'm burning to see you see you again,
—Blaine
At first, Fuji found the letter charming. He remembered the last time Reina had called him—she was excitedly yelling about how her Porygon2 had evolved, and how she had made sure it was "choiced" and ready for battle. When Fuji had asked her if she had meant "chosen," she got annoyed and complained that he was living in the past if he didn't understand competitive battling. He wasn't sure what to make of Reina's newfound obsession with competition, and he didn't think that a glitched version of the pokémon he helped create was completely safe for her, but at least she was doing what she wanted. She couldn't stay cooped up in the Pokémon House forever.
But Fuji's heart sank as he read the rest of the letter. He had been dreading the day when Blaine would ask him to travel outside of Kanto. Life was already difficult enough with people constantly passing through Lavender Town to visit the Radio Tower. Every so often, people would recognize him from an old textbook or newspaper and try to interview him. Every time, he'd deny who he was, but he was afraid at least one person had caught on to his dark past. He'd have to disappoint Blaine yet again, but if he could delay in writing a reply, he would make sure to do so for as long as possible. Fuji sighed and folded the letter back up. He didn't want to look at it any more. He slipped the Blue Flute into his pocket and put the letter and packaging in a desk drawer, where he could pretend they didn't exist.
He took out a Fearow-feather duster and turned on his radio, before he begin to dust the window ledges. It was an oddly foggy day outside, and he hoped that the light was dim enough for him to fall back asleep and forget about the letter. The radio was tuned to the Pokémon Channel, and the show Pokémon Talk was just beginning.
"Hello everybody! This is your host Professor Oak, bringing you a special announcement! A pokémon that is not normally native to this region has been spotted! It's fully-evolved, so my guess is that it was released by a trainer, and—"
"Hey, you forgot to introduce me to our listeners," said DJ Mary. "This is why you're my co-host and not the other way around. Anyway, the pokémon is the Ghost-type—" She was cut off by a piercingly loud burst of static.
Fuji winced and turned to a different station. The static continued on the next station, and the next when he turned the dial again. Before he could do anything else, the static stopped on its own. The room fell silent again. Is this dead air, or is the radio broken? he wondered. The dial isn't stuck, but it was playing static before, so it probably wasn't a vacuum tube that needs replacing...
Fuji knew that the only people who might know how to repair it were the staff of the Radio Tower, but he never liked going into that place. He always felt like the spirits of pokémon were watching him with judging eyes when he walked by. Years ago, when its owners told him their plan to move the graves out of Pokémon Tower to convert it into a radio broadcasting tower, he had told them it was a bad idea. Of course, when the other citizens of the town told him how much they wanted to expand the town, he was too afraid to say no to them. "Calm down, Fuji, you're only having a bad day," he whispered.
From the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of red. He turned around, and he saw a circle of red light illuminating the fog outside, like a single eye of a Gengar. It floated in the air, then shrank. As quickly as it arrived, it vanished.
"Just another lost soul," Fuji mumbled, assuming it was another abandoned pokémon. He shut the blinds, took one last look at the drawer he had left the letter in, and crawled back into bed. He shut his eyes tightly, and tried not to think about the returning the radio or responding to Blaine. He knew he was doomed to fail no matter what he tried.
Chapter One: Introduction
Mr. Fuji was startled by the sound of the doorbell. As usual, he walked slowly to the door, making sure that his steps were soft and wouldn't attract the attention of whoever was waiting for him. After the ringing stopped, Fuji waited a little longer, making doubly sure that the person had left. Finally, he cracked open the door. As he'd hoped, there was nobody there. Only a small package was leaning against the door frame.
He picked up the package, closed the door quietly, and went back inside. The Volunteer Pokémon House had been very quiet for the past few weeks. All the orphaned and abandoned pokémon he had been taking care of had been adopted, so the house was utterly empty. All he could do was wait for more to come in. Fortunately, Fuji enjoyed this time alone. The house was collecting dust, and he needed time to a thorough cleaning. There wasn't anything else for him to do.
But this was an exciting afternoon. Fuji rarely received mail, and he knew the package could only be from one of two people. Despite that, he still felt his stomach clench due to nervousness and anticipation. He hastily sat down at the single table in the house and opened it. Inside was a letter from Blaine, and a little blue flute with two red stripes. Fuji hadn't been expecting any kind of gift, and he looked to the letter for an explanation.
Hey Fuji!
How are you doing back in Kanto? Have you heard from Reina recently? I'm assuming she's called you to boast about all the opponents she's blasted along the way!
You're probably wondering about that glass flute I sent you. The other Leaders and I went out to Hoenn to commemorate their new Battle Frontier finally opening. It's about time, if you ask me. Anyway, since I was there, I got the glassmaker who lives outside Fallabor to make a replacement for that PokéFlute you gave away a few years ago. I put a lot of effort into collecting the soot for it (I've still got ash under my fingernails!) so it'd better work as advertised.
I've been thinking—why don't you go on a journey with me, just like old times? I have to go out to the PWT again (which I'm stoked for, pun intended), so why don't you fly over to Unova so we can go exploring together? There are some great Fire-types out there, including a cute little Ghost/Fire dual-type you'd love. I know you said not to send you any more pokémon, but how are you going to go outside without any? You know what Sammy would say about that, and he should know! Don't be like him or Agatha, running headfirst into trouble.
Write to me ASAP and tell me your news. Let me know what you think about going on vacation together in Unova, and hurry up. Don't make me ask Sabrina about your decision!
I'm burning to see you see you again,
—Blaine
At first, Fuji found the letter charming. He remembered the last time Reina had called him—she was excitedly yelling about how her Porygon2 had evolved, and how she had made sure it was "choiced" and ready for battle. When Fuji had asked her if she had meant "chosen," she got annoyed and complained that he was living in the past if he didn't understand competitive battling. He wasn't sure what to make of Reina's newfound obsession with competition, and he didn't think that a glitched version of the pokémon he helped create was completely safe for her, but at least she was doing what she wanted. She couldn't stay cooped up in the Pokémon House forever.
But Fuji's heart sank as he read the rest of the letter. He had been dreading the day when Blaine would ask him to travel outside of Kanto. Life was already difficult enough with people constantly passing through Lavender Town to visit the Radio Tower. Every so often, people would recognize him from an old textbook or newspaper and try to interview him. Every time, he'd deny who he was, but he was afraid at least one person had caught on to his dark past. He'd have to disappoint Blaine yet again, but if he could delay in writing a reply, he would make sure to do so for as long as possible. Fuji sighed and folded the letter back up. He didn't want to look at it any more. He slipped the Blue Flute into his pocket and put the letter and packaging in a desk drawer, where he could pretend they didn't exist.
He took out a Fearow-feather duster and turned on his radio, before he begin to dust the window ledges. It was an oddly foggy day outside, and he hoped that the light was dim enough for him to fall back asleep and forget about the letter. The radio was tuned to the Pokémon Channel, and the show Pokémon Talk was just beginning.
"Hello everybody! This is your host Professor Oak, bringing you a special announcement! A pokémon that is not normally native to this region has been spotted! It's fully-evolved, so my guess is that it was released by a trainer, and—"
"Hey, you forgot to introduce me to our listeners," said DJ Mary. "This is why you're my co-host and not the other way around. Anyway, the pokémon is the Ghost-type—" She was cut off by a piercingly loud burst of static.
Fuji winced and turned to a different station. The static continued on the next station, and the next when he turned the dial again. Before he could do anything else, the static stopped on its own. The room fell silent again. Is this dead air, or is the radio broken? he wondered. The dial isn't stuck, but it was playing static before, so it probably wasn't a vacuum tube that needs replacing...
Fuji knew that the only people who might know how to repair it were the staff of the Radio Tower, but he never liked going into that place. He always felt like the spirits of pokémon were watching him with judging eyes when he walked by. Years ago, when its owners told him their plan to move the graves out of Pokémon Tower to convert it into a radio broadcasting tower, he had told them it was a bad idea. Of course, when the other citizens of the town told him how much they wanted to expand the town, he was too afraid to say no to them. "Calm down, Fuji, you're only having a bad day," he whispered.
From the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of red. He turned around, and he saw a circle of red light illuminating the fog outside, like a single eye of a Gengar. It floated in the air, then shrank. As quickly as it arrived, it vanished.
"Just another lost soul," Fuji mumbled, assuming it was another abandoned pokémon. He shut the blinds, took one last look at the drawer he had left the letter in, and crawled back into bed. He shut his eyes tightly, and tried not to think about the returning the radio or responding to Blaine. He knew he was doomed to fail no matter what he tried.