Through Blind Eyes

[Rambunctious Jamirus]

Yes, I'm trying again. Maybe this one will work better than I think it will.

Prologue

Fields rolled by as the tiny car shot by. A few Tauros looked up but continued grazing.
Lisha leaned against the car window and gazed out as a herd of Ponyta raced by the fence. Three months more, just three months more, she reminded herself. Then I'll have a Ponyta of my own.
"Lisha!" Her father looked over and found her staring into space again. He slapped the dashboard in front of her and watched her jerk out of her daydream. "As I was saying, you can't daydream when we get there. There's a lot of hazardous material in the plant."
"You told me that yesterday and I'll be fine," she retorted. "Besides, I'll only be in your office."
Shaking his head, he sighed heavily. "All right but just stay in there."
"You got it." She grinned as she said it and went back to staring out the window again.

Red lights and a wailing screech filled the steel halls. People scrambled to safety outside, leaving others behind. Outside wasn't much better for the workers were hysterical.
Lisha pushed her way through crowd, screaming for her father. Her voice could barely be heard over the screaming mass. She pushed and managed to find the end of the sea of bodies.
Large cans were piled on top of each other with a symbol. 'Hazardous Material' was written in bold black.
Part of the plant erupted, spewing pieces of steel into the air. A large bit of the plant came crashing down on the orange cans, cracking a few open.
She watched as the white and gray liquid shot out from its entrapment and into her face. Crying out, she struggled to get whatever it was out of her eyes but tripped. There was the familiar crack as her head smashed into the sidewalk and then darkness.

"Please, isn't there anything that works?"
"I'm sorry, sir, but there's nothing we can do about it."
She listened, though the voices were low and barely a murmur. Where am I? she asked herself. Lisha tried once again to open her eyes but found them shut tight. A small throbbing started to seep into her head and she growled.
The door opened to her left and footsteps clunked over to her.
"Lisha?"
"Dad? Where am I? Why can't I open my eyes?" She tried to sit up but a hand pressed her back down.
"Calm down, sweetie. You're okay." The voice shook a bit but steadied. "The doctor's going to come in and tell you. Don't worry about a thing." He moved away from her as more footsteps sounded in the small room.
"Hello, Lisha. Can you hear me?"
"Yeah. Why can't I open my eyes?" she asked again, hoping for an answer.
"Let me explain first." The voice stayed steady but she knew better. "Yesterday, when you were at the plant. What happened?"
"There lots of sirens and then I couldn't find Dad. I tried to find him but it was too loud. I found a lot of orange cans and then part of the building blew up and hit one. Something sprayed into my face and then I hit my head on the ground." She paused to think. "Am I okay?"
"Yes and no." He sighed and reached over, taking off the bandaging around her eyes. He watched her blink a few times then stare around in confusion.
"What's going on? Why can't I see?" Her voice raised a few octaves as she stared around the room.
"Lisha." The doctor slid his hand over hers to calm her. "I'm sorry but you're blind."
"'Blind'?" She looked at him with milky eyes. "I can't be. No. I'm going for my Trainer's license in three months. I can't be blind." Shaking, she waved her hand in front of her face, seeing only blackness. "I can't be, I can't be."
The doctor looked over at her father who was struggling not to cry. He stood up, walked over to the man and nodded. Her father nodded and went over to her, gently whispering to her that it would be all right.

Chapter 1

"Rapidash going for a Take Down on a grass field," she shot out.
"Good, now this one."
Another tape played. The Pokemon's sound was muffled by the field but she heard it.
"Nidoqueen aiming for an Earthquake on a sand field. Like that's going to work," she chuckled.
"I believe it didn't." Her friend, Ian, grinned at her though she couldn't see it. "You're getting better, Lisha."
She smiled at him and fiddled with the sunglasses she usually wore. "Tomorrow is the test. They'll have to let me in once they know what I can do."
Ian nodded and switched tapes. Training her to know what Pokemon, what attack, and what field had been her idea he reminded himself. It had only been three years ago when she wanted to train. Stubborn as ever, not giving up on getting a Trainer's license. And then he remembered when her eyes had been a hazel colour, not the milky blue they were now. But she didn't mind. She probably couldn't mind since she couldn't see herself. He brought himself out of it and turned to the tapes. "All right, try these.''
Lisha listened for a good five seconds before snapping out the answer. ''Raichu, Thunderbolt, Grass field."
"Good, now this one," Ian pushed the fast forward button and watched the screen.
She nearly got the answer out before she caught herself and stared out the closed door. A moment later, something knocked and Ian's mother poked her head in.
"Lisha, your father called. Time to go," she said, then slid out quietly.
"How do you do that?" Ian asked, helping her up.
"One sense is cancelled out, the others grow stronger."
Ian rolled his eyes. Same answer every time.
"Don't you roll your eyes at me," she grinned, putting her sunglasses on.
"I still want to know how you do that." He looked over as she found the door, pulled it open wider. Ian stepped up beside, walking with her down the flight of stairs. Lisha clomped down them, not bothering to even count them. She knew them too well.
Walking out the door and into the fresh air, she looked around absently and shuffled away. Ian joined her and put himself between her and the street.
"You don't have to walk me home," she growled, turning to him.
"Just trying to help," he said lightly. "Be a gentleman and you get yelled at."
She snorted, shaking her head. "You're a character."
He smiled and hummed as they turned onto the walkway. Lisha hopped up the porch steps and let herself in. She turned to face Ian and muttered, "Thanks."
"Don't mention it. I'll be waiting on the sidewalk tomorrow." He waved and leaped off the porch.
Lisha shut the door and walked skillfully down the hall, turning into the kitchen. "Dad?"
"Hello, girl," he called out from behind the counter, watching her head turn in his direction. "How was studying?"
Skimming her fingers along the back of a chair, she pulled it out and dropped into it. "Good. I'm sure I can pass the Trainer test tomorrow."
I don't doubt that, he thought, moving over to sit next to her. Sighing, he gripped her hand and stared at her. "Lisha, are you sure you want to do this?"
She blinked a few times and let out her own sigh. "Yes, Dad. I'm ready and I know I can do it. It's want I want to do." She looked blankly at his face. "I'm going through with it."
He took in a breath, gripped her hand tighter. "I know. I know, Lisha. But," he stopped, trying to steady himself.
"It's just because I can't see a thing. Who cares?" She stood up suddenly. "I've been training myself since I came out of the hospital and I'm going to do this! I will do this!" Her breathing had quickened, her body shook with a bit of rage.
"Lisha, calm down. I'm not doubting you." Rising, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back down into the chair. "I just want you to be safe."
"Ian will be there, he'll pass like me. I won't be alone."
"I know he'll pass." He forced his voice to be gentle. "I just don't think it's a good idea for you to do this."
"No. You just don't want me to end up like Mom." Lisha regretted it when it came out but she didn't think. She ran out, shot into her room, and slammed the door behind her. Trembling from the rage and regret, she slid down the wall, placing her head on her knees and sobbed.

Drake sat in silence in the kitchen. He'd hurt her, he knew, but she came back with something more. She slammed her door, shutting herself away from him. He wiped his sweaty palms on his pants and stared out the kitchen window. Normally, he would yell at her for slamming the door. Others would. But the way she'd looked when she bolted, anger and betrayal.
You just don't want me to end up like Mom. It ran through his head, hurting him. Drake stared at the floor and tried to calm himself. She had to mention that. Just had to. But he knew it was true. He didn't want her to end up like her mother had. Attacked by Team Rocket and killed mercilessly with her Pokemon. The memories were horrid, and she had been four.
He couldn't take it anymore. Rising, he exited the room and walked down to her bedroom. He knocked first, waiting a few seconds before opening the door.
She was curled up on the wall, shivering. Drake dropped down beside her, sliding an arm around her. "Lisha," he whispered, tugging her to lean on him.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." Her voice wavered.
"It's okay. I should be the one apologizing," he said. She shook and clutched his shirt, wanting to calm herself. "I want you to be okay, I couldn't bear to lose you."
"I know. I know," she mumbled, tears slipping down her face.
"You mother would've been proud."
She looked blindly up at him, trying to imagine what he looked like. She didn't know what to say and just clung to him.
He looked down at her, rubbing the tears from her face. "I'm proud of you. You never give up on the near impossible."
Lisha sniffed and rocked beside him.
Her father started to chuckle. "Look at us, getting all sappy."
She started laughing as well, hanging on so she didn't fall over.
"That felt good," Drake said minutes later. He looked down at his daughter and smiled. "I believe you have a test tomorrow." Gazing up, he spotted the time on her clock. Nine oh six. "You need to get to bed."
Stiffly, they both got up, Lisha holding onto him. He watched her kick off her sandals and lay down on the sheets.
"Good night," he whispered, taking off her glasses and setting them next to the clock.
"'Night," she mumbled, drifting off.
Drake flipped the lights off and closed her door behind him. Like her mother, he thought with a smile.

[Lady Vulpix]

Wow, AG, that was great! Some of it reminded me a little of Daredevil, but the context is different and original in a way. It's intriguing. Please post the next chapter soon!

[mistysakura]

Whoa. It's a great concept, not the usual trainer fic or save-the-world thing. Not that I have anything against the types mentioned just then, it's just nice to see a change.

[ZeldaFan20]

I agree. A girl who overcomes blindness to become a Pokemon trainer: this story certainly has potential.

[dratinihaunter13]

you show so many signs of a good writer in this fic. handling the blindness well, remembering that you gave her sunglasses and bringing those back at the end. Excellent start so far, you got some good qualities that many writers lack. only problems were the action seemed a little rushed and a lot of the sentences are the same length: short. try combining some of them for next chapter. i hope your interest in this fic stays high, it looks great and i want to see how she goes through training through blind eyes =).

[Otto=ottO]

Really, really, good. You thought of a lot of things. Are you sure you're not blind, lol. Well, I'd never'f thought of counting the steps. Well, if the material was so hazardous, why didn't she die? Or her face become hideouly scared? What was so hazardous about it? A lot of liquids can make a person blind?


Anyhoo, was Daredevil an inspiration?

[ZeldaFan20]

Hmm.....DareDevil. Isn't he that guy in the red suit (and I'm NOT talking about Santa Clause)?

[Rambunctious Jamirus]

Yay! Replies

LV - Thanks, Lady. Er, I actually did get it a bit from Daredevil and from an older story that I've yet to recover. Heh.
misty - Thanks. It gets kinda boring huh when it's just a typical Trainer fic. Also, thanks for the nomination.
ZF20 - Yeah, she's kinda ambitious, isn't she? And yes, Daredevil is the one in the red suit.
dh13 - Yes, a lot of ppl say I rush too much. I hope I fixed it a bit (isn't really counting on it).
Otto - Er, I'll check the contents of the material once we get some shipment in. *grins* Yes, Daredevil was an inspiration as was another one of my disabled fics not on the board anymore (Wild Horses Just Stay Wild for those who remember).

This is the longest chapter I have ever written so be proud of me!

Chapter 2

The car ride was silent except for an occasional blip of the cassette player. Both were doing some last minute studying, sharing the earphones.
It was actually the first time Drake had ever seen her study this intensely. Answers flew out of her before Ian could even ask a question.
He finally gave up trying to question her and watched the fields roll by out the small window. Ponyta raced across the pastures with a Rapidash leading the herd. Fire leaped from their hooves and ash scattered in the sky from their manes. A few foals tagged behind, their legs looking too long for their bodies.
Drake pulled up next to the towering lab, parking behind a black sedan. Ian slid out, helping Lisha behind him. A few kids looked over but turned back and hopped up the stairs to the double doors.
Lisha rolled her shoulders and let her father's hand guide her to the stairs. She took them cautiously, sliding her feet to make sure they didn't end sooner than she thought. Stone, she thought. They're made of stone.
A blast of noise met them as the doors opened. Over three dozen kids, most with parents, were packed inside the waiting area. Wincing from the sound level, Lisha let Ian help her to a seat.
"All parents, please report to the door on the left of the room. Thank you!" the intercom beamed out.
"Good luck, you two," Drake rubbed Lisha's shoulder once and followed the train.
She swayed a bit, looking blindly around the room and trying to pick out voices.
"Lisha! Hey, girl!"
She looked up absently as a hand plopped down on her shoulder. A smile spread across her face as she recognized the Southern drawl. "Hey, Ryann. How's it going?"
"Great! Today's the day I get my license!"
"Good luck, Ryann," she said, shaking hands with the ambitious ten year old.
"You, too! Hey there, Ian!" Ryann swooped to the boy. "Goin' for one too?"
"Er, yeah." Ian tried to shrink away a bit, not really caring much for the kid.
"All right then. Good luck to you, boy! Well, I gotta go. Last minute studyin'" She winked, then waved and disappeared through the crowd.
"How can you stand her?" Ian asked, rubbing his ear.
"Just can," Lisha replied, smiling.
"Feeney, River," someone growled.
"Hill," she snarled, getting to her feet.
Dustin stood toe to toe with her, going over her height of five three with his of five six. Ian scrambled up, watching the two as they squared off mentally.
"You're not going to make it. Only trainers who can see can go on through," Dustin said, sneering.
"Then why are you trying again, Hill? Couldn't see the first time you tried this?" She equaled his tone, straightening up.
He let out an inhuman sound and grabbed her by the collar so that her toes barely reached the floor. "You think you're so smart, huh? You'll find out the hard way. You'll fail." Dustin dropped her back to the ground and stormed off through the crowd.
"Charming, isn't he?" Ian's voice thick on sarcasm asked, watching him disappear.
"A real prince charming," she chuckled, brushing herself off. "I just want to knock that face in. I'm glad I can't see it."
"Lucky you," Ian grinned.
A few other kids walked by, passing luck around to some who didn't need it and to the ones who did. Sylvie Goldbrig, a thin girl of eleven with a sharp mind and quick hands passed, shaking hands with both of them and swiping Ian's watch for the fun of it. Mickey Null, a bit on the pudgy side and always nervous, jogged up and asked if they knew anything about the test. Ian said he'd be all right but he walked away with a worried look and feeling. Finally, the call came.
"Welcome everyone to Willow Lab! I know a few of you are impatient but thanks for waiting!" the intercom beeped. "Now, before we begin, I would like for everyone to sign in at the table in the left corner. After that is done, just sit tight and we'll get this started in a few minutes!"
Ian pushed through the small crowd forming at the table to sign both him and Lisha in, anxious to get this over with. Minutes passed before the mob moved away and a few aides counted off the kids.
"All right. Today we have a number of thirty-eight kids going for a license! That's one of the highest numbers yet! But, skip that. When you hear your name over the intercom, please come through the door in the front of the room. The test will take place there. Just sit back and wait.
"Hilliary Cotham!"
Ian watched as a blond-headed girl, barely ten, walked through the doors. Minutes passed as the wait made people anxious and even more nervous. The intercom beeped on again and announced the next name.
"Laura Eagle!"
A girl with short and choppy black hair walked straight to the doors and shoved them open. She disappeared and the doors snapped shut.
"They're doing it by age. We'll be the last ones to go," Ian whispered to her.
"Great," she groaned, settling down in her chair. "Guess I'll take a nap."
Kids dispersed from the room, first the ten year olds, then eleven and twelve.
"Ian Feeney!"
"Well, this is it." He stretched his arms and patted her shoulder.
"Good luck, Ian." He jogged away from her and slid into the room.
Lisha sat in the room alone, waiting. She fingered the sunglasses she brought, twirling them in her fingers. Minutes passed as she replayed answers through her mind.
"Lisha Hill." Instead of the intercom, a lab aide walked out. "We're ready." He placed a hand on her shoulder and led her inside the testing area.
Lisha's fingers skimmed over a chair, judging the height of it. She settled down in it, listening as he repeated the necessary items.
"Testing will have three parts: the Sound Test, the Written Test, and the Battle Test. You need to make at least half on all to pass. The Sound Test is worth twenty points out of fifty, as well as the Battle Test. The Written Test is ten points.
"First will be the Sound Test. The player will play a sound and you must guess what Pokemon it is. I will write down your answers. There are ten questions."
The button for 'Play' clicked and the tape started to roll. Eerie howls surrounded the room, calling out to the other.
"Pack of Houndour," Lisha said quickly.
He looked up, watched the creased lines of concentration deepen as the next line of noises wafted out.
"Stantler, Hypnosis, Dirt Field," she snapped out.
"Flaaffy, Cotton Spore, Rock Field.
"Graveler, Grass Field."
He couldn't believe it. She was answering the Pokemon right, but the field and attack was amazing to him. Not one kid could ever do that. The Porygon question screwed up her train of thought for a few seconds but not her pace.
"Last one," he muttered, quickly writing her last answer.
Songs erupted from the stereo, raising then falling in tune. She flipped through the memory book in her mind, trying to figure out what it was. Finally, she sighed and answered, "Unknown Pokemon."
"All right. Now is the Written part. We've taken the special preparations in doing it in Braille, which I hope you can read."
"Yes, I can read it." Lisha rolled her shoulders and accepted the paper that disturbed the air in front of her.
"Good. I'll write down your answers. You have twenty minutes to finish. Begin."
She immediately slid her finger up to the bump that meant one. What is the longest Pokemon? "Steelix."
The lab aide scribbled down her answer.
What Pokemon can Eevee evolve into with the help of a Thunder Stone? "Jolteon."
How many 'bulbs' does Lanturn have? "Two."
What Grass attack can Magikarp learn? "Wait, this one doesn't make any sense."
"Which one?" He looked up.
"Number four. It says 'What Grass attack can Magikarp learn?'"
"Er, sorry. It's supposed to say what Water attack can Magikarp learn."
"Splash."
The rest was easy to her mind. Fifteen minutes were all that passed for her to get through the questions. She let the aide help her up and out of a creaky door. The fresh air greeted her as they stepped outside and the sun warmed her skin. The lab aide guided Lisha to the red box in front of a battlefield and pressed a PokeBall into her palm.
"This is the last part of the test, the Battle Test. You will be given a Pokemon to battle with. To pass, you must defeat or be close to defeating to opponent. Your Pokemon is a Pikachu with Thunderbolt and Quick Attack. The opponent's is an Arbok with Poison Sting and Earthquake. Good luck." He stepped out of the box and into the judging box.
"You ready, girl? Let's go, Arbok!" the opponent's voice sliced through the air. A hissing sound like acid melting away a floor rose up above his. The Arbok watched her raise up the PokeBall and release the electric rodent. "Arbok, use Poison Sting!"
"Pikachu, Quick Attack out of the way!" Lisha countered.
The huge cobra opened his maw, revealing the sharp fangs in his jaws. He hissed loudly and started spitting needles at the Pikachu. The rodent smiled and suddenly disappeared, almost teleporting to the other side. He laughed and raced across the field, faster than a Remoraid in water. The Arbok couldn't keep up with the rodent and finally gave up, dizziness racing across his head.
"Arbok! Snap out of it and use Earthquake!"
"Charbok!" the snake hissed, again revealing it's fangs. He raised his tail into the air and slapped it hard on the ground. A fissure started to appear, causing the Electric type to panic just a bit.
"Pikachu! Jump on the Arbok's hood and hang on!" Lisha called out, remembering the anatomy of the Pokemon.
Taking in a deep breath, Pikachu bolted across the field and onto the Arbok's colourful hood, wrapping his paws and the neck. The snake stopped his attack and snapped at the paws but couldn't reach them. Bucking, the cobra rolled and flipped but couldn't shake the rodent off.
"Pikachu, Thunderbolt!" she cried, tasting victory.
"Pikachu!" the rodent screamed, the energy in his cheeks exploding. The snake hissed and screamed and it flailed wildly around. Dirt and sand gathered into the air and slowly floated down. Once it cleared though, it was sure to say who won. "Pikachu!" called the rodent triumphantly, doing a victory lap around the field. The Arbok lay in the center, electrical burns all over his hood and head.
"Arbok, no!" The opponent quickly called back his Pokemon and sulked off, growling as he went.
Lisha knelt down, stroked the fur of the Pikachu. "Good job, boy."
"Pika," he said, purring as she rubbed his head and returned him.
"Lisha, you're done." The aide took the PokeBall from her hands. "I'll take you to where everyone else is. The results will come in about an hour."

"Excuse me! Attention!" Professor Rose tapped the podium where she stood intently. "Thank you. I will now announce the Willow Town's ten new Trainers by score. With a score of thirty-nine out of fifty is Ryann Weatherby!"
A howl of excitement smashed the air, raising octaves higher than the clapping, as Ryann cheered. She hopped up the stairs, nearly tripping over the second one, to the podium and watched in awe as the professor handed her the PokeDex with her name in it.
"Mickey Null, with a score of forty!"
Mickey nearly had a heart attack right there as he stood dumbfounded. Ian gave him a small push forward to the steps that he stumbled on but caught himself and accepted the gift.
"Mark Gutierrez and Caesar Gutierrez with a score of forty-one!" Rose smiled as the twins hopped up the stairs, thrusting their fists into the air.
"With a score of forty-three, Sylvie Goldbrig!"
The girl slid up to the podium, nodding to Professor Rose and standing beside the other four, slapping hands with Ryann.
"Good job, good job. Now, Nigel Wylde and Hillairy Cotham with a score of forty-four!"
Both kids walked up, delight sprinkled over their faces. Both congratulating each other and joined the others.
"Now for the top three scores! We have with a score of forty-seven, Ian Feeney!"
Lisha patted Ian's shoulder as he jumped up. "Congrats, Ian."
"Good luck, girl," he whispered before heading towards the front.
"Good job, Ian," Rose said in appreciation. "Now, with a score of forty-eight, Dustin Hill!"
Lisha winced as Dustin hoots filled the air. Amazed, but disgusted, she clapped twice just to be courteous.
"Good job, Dustin. And now for the top score of forty-nine," Professor Rose paused just for a dramatic suspense. "Lisha River!"
She hesitated, before grinning as her father led her to the stairs. Lisha could feel Prof. Rose smiling at her as she handed over the PokeDex.
"Congratulations, Lisha. You did it."
She turned to where the audience applauded loudly. Ian grabbed her wrist and thrusted it into the air. Laughing, she let herself be bombarded with handshakes from the other testers and parents.
"If the ten new Trainers will follow me, we can get started on picking out your new Pokemon." Professor Rose smiled as the new Trainers gathered close.

[ZeldaFan20]

It's great that Lisha was able to get her licence. She really wowed them, and she certainly showed that kid Dustin. Great chapter.

[Lady Vulpix]

Yes, that was excellent, AG! And it was all so real! All the steps until the test came... And even the mistake in the question! Lol! And the battle was great.
Oh, and the twins got the same result? What a coincidence!
I wonder what Lisha's first pokemon will be...
Please keep writing this fic. It's great!

[Otto=ottO]

Great job. I could really fell the tensions between Dustin and the other two. I also get the felling of what it's like to be blind. You are a great writer, keep it up.

[ZeldaFan20]

I have a feeling that she'll get a Pikachu for her partner. After all, she did so well with it during the test, right?

[mistysakura]

I don't think she'll get Pikachu. It might become a clone of the anime.

What Water attack can Magikarp learn? Just so hard, huh?

[ZeldaFan20]

Yeah, I guess your right. Besides, I think they can only choose between three types: Fire, Water, and Grass. Gosh, which will she choose ?

[Rambunctious Jamirus]

ZF20 - Thanks for sticking. Glad to see people are enjoying it. Oh, and just watch to see how different this place is with Pokemon.
LV - I'll keep writing as long as you keep reading *grins* Thanks for the nominations.
Otto - Hehe. Thanks for replying. Keep reading on!
ms - Hm, I do believe it would be able to learn Surf if it had than scales. Keep reading!

Chapter 3

Corridors branched off from the main hall, leading to other research areas. Professor Rose kept to the main one, looking behind her to see if the kids were keeping up. She wasn’t the least bit surprised to find Ian and Lisha in the back with Ryann and Mickey.
Rose pushed open the door to the main lab, the only one open to the public. Pausing, she looked down at the ten PokéBalls and turned to gaze at the new Trainers. She cleared her throat and began with the necessary speech.
“Congratulations to all of you. As you know, that was only a little test. The journey is the big test. Ten Gyms, one goal; the Neaho Tournament. Held once every year and only Trainers with all ten badges can get in.
“Just to make it easier, I’ve gathered ten Pokémon, all of one type, to assist you on your quest. All of you will choose one. Once you receive your Pokémon, you may name it, train it, whatever.
“Well, that concludes the pep talk. We’ll do this by age so,� Rose checked the list. “Hilliary is first.�
The young blond walked up and listened to the Pokémon listed off. Frustration crossed her face as she studied the PokéBalls and finally chose the Teddiursa. Smiling now, she walked back to her spot, twirling the PokéBall in her hand.
“Ryann, come on.�
Bouncing eagerly, the ten year old swooped down on the capture devices and immediately grabbed the Ponyta. She grinned at Ian and Lisha before scrambling back to her place again.
“Nigel, your turn,� Rose smiled as he slid up, looking at his choices. Finally, he decided on Seel and hopped back.
“Sylvie.�
The slick and agile girl scooted up, eyes locked on the ghostly PokéBall in front of her. In a flash, it was gone; the Misdreavus was now hers.
“Mark and Caesar.�
Both boys walked to the front and picked up a PokéBall on either side. Spearow and Sandshrew had disappeared from the list.
“Mickey, come on up!� Rose chuckled at her own joke.
Mickey swallowed nervously and scooted up to the table. A lightning bolt on one of the devices caught his eye. He picked it up and walked back, tripping and dropping the PokéBall. A Mareep shot out from the laser, bleating. Embarrassed, he scooped the device back up and jogged over with the Mareep at his heels.
“Dustin!�
The cool eyed boy walked up casually, and immediately snatched up the Bug PokéBall, receiving the Pinsir inside.
“Ian, your turn!� Rose called, watching as he chose between Poison or Psychic. The battle was won with Psychic as his choice. Grinning, he patted Lisha’s shoulder. “Go on, girl. The Poison’s waiting for you.�
“Lisha,� Rose watched her head turn towards her.
She took a breath, let it out, and walked towards where the steps had been. Skimming her fingers along the tabletop, she found the device, warm underneath her hand. Smiling, she lifted it up and walked back to where Ian was tapping his foot.
“Now that you have your Pokémon, you may go to the first Gym in Rowan City, about five miles from here. The path is mostly forest with a field, a great chance to gather more friends.� She smiled, watching them. “Just to get on the right foot, I’ll give you twenty minutes outside to get to know your Pokémon.�

Yells of “Go!� were all there was for a few seconds as the kids released their new Pokémon. There was the unmistakable whinny of a young Ponyta, the shrill call of a Seel, a caw of the Spearow, a few clicks from a Sandshrew, and a whole lot that just jumbled up in her head. Lisha flicked the PokéBall in her hand and felt the hot laser shoot out then back in. Something small, but a bit heavy hit the ground in front of her.
“Ni, ni.� The small Nidoran Male looked up at her, eyes shining brightly. He couldn’t see the eyes of his new Trainer but the smile was warm, something he was supposed to look for.
“Nidoran Male,� she recited, looking down to where he’d be. Kneeling, she reached carefully, stroking his small snout. “That’s too long, huh? How about something new?� She traced the nose up to his ears, scratching right behind them. “Scree. Strange and mysterious.�
“Ni, ni!� he chirruped happily, bouncing on his hind legs. Smiling, he rubbed up against her pant leg, being careful not to spike her.
“Hey, girl,� Ian walked up with the Drowzee waddling behind. He whistled appreciatively at the Nidoran Male. “Nice one you got there. I got a Drowzee.�
“I know. I could feel it.� She smiled up at him then to where energy radiated off of the large Psychic.
“Yeah. Name’s Pendule, Pen for short. Means clock or pendulum in French I believe.� He rubbed the Psychic’s ears and looked down at the Nidoran gazing up at him. “I know you give names to everything. What’d you decide?�
“Scree.�
“Simple, and strange,� he said, petting the Poison type’s head.
“River.� Dustin was suddenly on her, shoving her hard into Ian. He managed to catch them both and glared up at the fuming child. “You weren’t supposed to make it.� His attention was on her, not on Scree who was growling and standing in front of her. “They felt sorry for you, didn’t they? Giving a near perfect score for the blind kid. Anything to get a kick out of it.�
“Hill, you’re mistaken. I studied long and hard for three years for this. If they were trying to pass me for my…condition, I’d be suing them.� She growled but noticed the large energy source next to him. “You got the Pinsir.�
“Yeah.� He glared down at her. “His name’s Massacre.� Dustin’s eyes traveled down to the Poison at her feet. Laughter burst from him as he watched the Nidoran growl at his Bug. “Your puny lil’ thing doesn’t stand a chance. And neither does yours, Feeney.�
Ian snarled and nearly tackled the boy but Lisha put an arm out.
“He’s not worth our time, Ian. Let’s go.� She turned around, Scree at her heels.
“I’ll be seeing you, Lisha,� Dustin yelled. “Then you’ll be sorry that you even considered doing this!�
Lisha walked faster, causing Ian to jog to keep up with her as well as poor Pen.
“He ticks me off. One test and he tries to kill me,� she growled, finding the quiet of the hallway peaceful. Scree rubbed her leg again, purring a bit. She absently rubbed his head, leaning her own against the wall. “Maybe I shouldn’t have tried.�
“You’re going to let him discourage you?� Ian asked suddenly, rounding on her. “Take you down like this? Has your brain turned off for this minute?�
She looked over at him out of habit then back down. “Guess it has.� She rubbed her temples with the heel of her hand. “I think it’s back on. And I regret what I said just a minute ago. Thanks though.�
“Hey, what are friends for?� He smiled, placing an arm around her shoulders. “Come on, we have to celebrate,� his gaze turned to the two Pokémon, “and get to know these guys better.�

Ian led her back to the room where her father waited expectantly. The minute she got there, he lifted her in a tight embrace, laughing.
“Lisha, you just made history!� He laughed again and set her down. “I knew you could do it.�
“Even though you doubted me at times,� she chuckled and tossed the small device in her hands.
“Yeah, yeah.� Drake ran a hand through his hair and turned to Ian. “Great job, boy. Studying with her paid off.�
“I think it was me who did it,� he said, getting a slap to the head from Lisha. “Ow!�
Lisha grinned and dodged a smack from him as he swung. She countered playfully with a headlock, making sure to keep a grip on the PokéBall just in case it was breakable though she doubted it.
“Okay, okay, you win,� he gave up, finding that struggling was not the best idea.
She grinned, letting him go. Scree’s claws clicked on the tile floor as he approached Drake.
“You got the Poison then,� he said, squatting down painfully to stroke the Nidoran’s head.
“His name’s Scree,� she said, kneeling down as well.
“This is Pendule or Pen,� Ian said, waving his hand towards the puffing Drowzee. “He’s a bit out of shape though,� he admitted, patting his head.
Drake smiled at the Psychic as he bent over to catch his breath. “I’d say it needs some exercise.�
Ian chuckled and patted the recovering Pen on the back. “Should go tell Mom. Haven’t heard from me all day.�
“I called her for you, Ian. She’ll be waiting with your supplies when we get back.� Drake looked up, rose. “Professor Rose.�
“Drake, may I speak with you for a moment?� She nodded to the two kids and led him to a corner.
“Thank you for letting Lisha do the test,� he said immediately. “I probably won’t ever be able to repay you.�
“Think nothing of it. I saw potential in her, determination. We can’t let it go to waste,� Rose said sincerely. “She’ll make a good Trainer, dangerous one if I might add.� She smiled and chuckled at Drake’s puzzled look. “Her hearing is probably better than a Growlithe’s. That ability is dangerous to even the most experienced Trainers. She’ll be able to hear the attack before the Pokemon can use it, and counter it with one of her own. Her Battle Test proves that. Defeated the opponent in three minutes, half what it took the others.�
“She’s trained hard.� Drake watched as a few kids walked over to the two, congratulating. “Nearly everyday since she left the hospital. It means as much to her as life itself.�
“She wishes to prove. To show that she can do what others refused to believe. And she will.� Rose turned to Drake. “And she’ll do it. I can tell you that. Her ambition won’t stop, no matter what.
“Yeah,� he sighed, rubbing his hands over his face.
Rose watched as Lisha picked up Scree and stroke him. “You should get going. They’ll want to get started right away.�
“Thanks again, Rose.� Drake nodded and walked back to the two children. “Ready, you two?�
Both nodded excitedly, impatient to get going.

Scree hopped ahead, turning back to wait for the other three. Nose twitching, he leaped ahead, sticking his head into a hollow log and looking around. An angry mother Sentret screeched and waved her paws in the cramped space. The Nidoran bolted, running to hide behind the bulk of Pen.
“This place is supposed to have lots of Pokémon in it,� Ian commented, watching as a Caterpie crawled slowly up a tree. A Ratatta sprinted across the worn down path made by the first Trainers.
Lisha nodded, shifting her bag. It had only been about maybe an hour since they’d started. Ian, she knew, was looking for a Mankey to catch. Herself, she wanted a Stantler or Girafarig.
Screeches brought her back and she stared around out of habit. Ian tensed up, reaching for a PokéBall. The screeches grew louder as blurs went around their heads. Pen held out his hands in defense and Scree let his barbs spring up. Zubats flapped down, spiraling in their flight. Lisha ducked as the noise got close to her head, felt Ian drop down beside her. Pen growled but stayed where he was, watching as the blind bats flew off.
“You okay?� Ian helped her back to her feet, looking around the now silent forest.
“Yeah,� Lisha said, brushing the dust off. “Let’s keep going.�
Scree walked with his spikes at attention, gazing around the forest. Pen walked in front, eyes sharp as a falcon’s shifting from side to side. A Meowth scrambled away as they passed.
Rumbles started rising from the ground, tremors following. Pen toppled over, tripping Ian and Lisha. Scree started squealing in alarm as all of them struggled to untangle themselves. The tremors started to get more serious, causing dead branches to shake loose.
“What’s going on?� Lisha had to yell to be heard as the rumbling had turned to a shrieking.
“I don’t know! This doesn’t seem like an earthquake!� Ian yelled back, covering his head from the barrage of branches.
As quickly as it started, it stopped. Scree had crawled into Lisha’s backpack, trembling. Pen had been smart and had scrambled into a hollowed out tree trunk.
Ian struggled to calm his breathing and his pounding heart. He pushed himself up shakily to his feet and watched as two eyes peeked out of his friend’s bag. “Come on.� He forced himself to be steady when he helped her up. She was shaking as well, looking around absently.
“What was that?� she asked, jumping a bit when Pen waddled over, looking frightened.
“I don’t know.� He bent over, picked up her sunglasses. He handed them to her, taking a shuddering breath. “We should get going. Just in case that happens again.�
“Yeah,� Lisha scanned the area with her ears, finding nothing unusual. She felt Scree crawl over her shoulder and into her arms. “Let’s go.�

[ZeldaFan20]

Definitely a great chapter! So you CAN choose from more than just three types, impressive! It's too bad she didn't start with Ponyta, like she wanted, but Scree should be a very good partner for her.

[Lady Vulpix]

This keeps getting interesting. Don't worry, AG. As long as you keep writing this fic, I'll keep reading it. It's great!
I wonder what that was. I guess I'll find out as the fic goes on.
By the way, great sig!

Oh, I have a fic of my own now. It took me ages to decide to post it, but there it is. Well, chapter 1, at least.

[Mew Trainer Rose]

This is a great fic! ^_^ I love how she's overcome her blindness to pursue her dream.
The Nidoran's cute, Nidos are probably my favorite pure-poison type. I'll be interesting to see how this fic progresses.

[Wolfsong]

Wow, so far great work. Another fic to be added to my reading list ^_^. Keep up the great work.

Edit: typo

[ZeldaFan20]

RJ: Is everything okay? You haven't posted in a while. I'm worried .

[Rambunctious Jamirus]

I post a chapter once a week. Balances out homework and the story. The latest I'll ever post a chapter is Monday for this week because of a three day weekend! Stay tuned and pay attention to my sig for small spoilers *wink wink*

Just to make this post not seem too spammy, these are the awards that you good ppl nominated the Fic for:

Best Male Character in a Leading Role - Ian
Best Female Character in a Leading Role - Lisha
Most Detailed
Best Description Scene
and Most Promising FanFic

Thanks you guys. Makes me feel all special inside for ppl to really care about this Fic ^-^

[ZeldaFan20]

Now, answer me this: why is it that I am the ONLY one posting here now? It's like no one even cares anymore. I'm not putting anyone down or something, but, it does kinda make people feel a little down. Know what I'm saying?

[Otto=ottO]

Well answer me this, where's the next chappy I'm supposed to reply to.
Damn I want more.
Give me. Or I'll Tomaco you and sic a whole bunch of navenous sheep on you.

[ZeldaFan20]

I'm not sure, really. But I hope it comes soon .

[Mystic Latios]

Good story so far. So when is the next chapter going to be posted?

[ZeldaFan20]

I'm mostly wondering why the author hasn't been seen on this sight for the past few weeks .

[ZeldaFan20]

I can't believe that someone, who writes a Fanfic as good as this one, would not even bother to keep writing it. It's really quite sad, you know?

[ZeldaFan20]

Hey, I just had an interesting idea: maybe we could help the author along if we took turns finishing the story...not the WHOLE story; just a chapter or two?...................Then again,...that would kinda be a bad idea, wouldn't it?

[Otto=ottO]

Lets see, the Person has not been on for three months. Therefore, either there has been an unfortunate accident or the person was grounded, which might also count as an unfortunate accident. *e-mails person*

[Rambunctious Jamirus]

*runs in and tries to slide to a stop but ends up sliding to much* *overbalances and falls down* Okay... I'm back for the time being!

I'm sorry for not mentioning to you faithful readers that I might disappear for a while. I did that before for about... four or five months.

I had a bit of trouble with a chapter and kinda withdrew. I'm sorry to worry you guys. I'll have to be extra nice this weekend.

Thanks for keeping the story up. Not many people would do that. I'll have the next chapter tomorrow, next day, or maybe today if we're all lucky.

[ZeldaFan20]

YAY!!!! You're back!! What kept you?! I was afraid that you'd abandoned the story! It's great to know you're still around!

By the way, what I said about continuing the story FOR you.........I wasn't really being serious---just to let you know.

[Otto=ottO]

Yeah, we wouldn't be able to write as good as you. Well, I hope you got the message in your e-mail.

When you say dissapear, do you mean from computor, or just TPM?

[Rambunctious Jamirus]

Just TPM. I've done it before so don't be surprised if I disappear again in a few more months *grins*

S'all right, Zelda. Can't blame you for trying to keep it alive.

All right, as promised, here it is! The next chapter! (Note: has a few words unsuitable for those who don't listen to what their parents really say)

Chapter 4

She stumbled through the forest, keeping a hand on the small rope she’d slipped around Scree’s neck. Another one of those earthquakes had occurred, separating them and having her being led by her Nidoran through the underbrush.
“Why me?� she asked herself, barely dodging a large branch. Scree pushed through a bush and managed to get tangled in the vines wrapped around it. Lisha kicked at the bush, shaking the vines from his purple body. He scrambled away but stopped short.
“What?� she asked, not feeling his body near hers. She took a step but froze.
A small crying was in the silent air. Listening hard, she slowly turned in a circle, trying to find where the sound was coming from.
To the left, she thought, carefully stepping through the underbrush. The sobs grew louder as she continued. Scree fell in place beside her, being Lisha’s eyes. She grabbed the rope again, letting him lead her. He stopped short, nearly tripping Lisha.
The cries were in front of her, she realized. Carefully, she knelt down, feeling the small bundle of energy in front of her.
Scree watched as the baby screamed loudly, crying for her mother. Arms flailed and the thick tail smacked the ground. Her stocky and short legs kicked out, nearly cracking his skull.
Lisha gently ran a finger down the baby’s face, trailing it down the length of her body. “Little Kangaskhan.� The whisper was soothing and calmed the child. “Barely a year and a half,� she whispered, stroking the child’s black cap. Carefully, she slid both hands under the Kangaskhan’s body and lifted her up with a great deal of effort. The baby wasn’t exactly a lightweight but shifting her to rest on her hip made it easier.
She had stopped crying and whimpered now. Shaking, the little Kangaskhan gripped Lisha’s neck. Her head buried in the soft material of her shirt and the rest of her body settled in.
Smiling, she rubbed the child’s back and dropped to the ground, lying down. “Ian will find us,� she said to Scree. “Let’s just wait.�
The Nidoran crawled on her stomach and curled up. He watched her for a moment, before turning to the baby Kangaskhan. She clung to Lisha, silent tears running down the gray-brown face. Sighing softly, he laid his head on her shirt and dozed for a minute.
Rumbles erupted from the ground. Lisha scrambled up, catching Scree as he fell from her sudden movement. The baby started screaming again, the grip tightening around her neck. Tremors knocked her off her feet, having her crashing back down.
Scree clawed free of her arm, desperate to find a way out. He nudged her to her knees, and pushed her to the middle of the area with his head. Struggling for breath, he shoved Lisha to the ground.
The rumbling grew worse as Scree held her down. The Kangaskhan was shrieking her head off, clutching with enough force to strangle Lisha. Gasping, the girl pried the little arms from around her neck and pinned the screaming child underneath her.
The shaking stopped, the air going completely silent except for the Kangaskhan’s screeching. The baby cried, fat tears running down her face and she flailed her arms.
“Hush, baby. Hush now,� Lisha whispered, holding the young Pokémon close. “It’s okay.�
Scree leaned against his Trainer, trembling a bit. She wrapped an arm around the Poison, rocking to help them all. The baby Normal had slowed her wailing, clinging onto the girl.
Both looked up, ears pricked as a rustling came from behind them. “Lisha? Lisha? That you?� Ian popped out of the brush, getting caught on a vine on his way.
“Yeah, it’s me. We’re okay.� She stood up, stumbling under the heavyweight in her arms.
“Man Lisha, you’re a mess.� Ian walked up quickly, wiped some mud off her face.
“Kang!� The baby swung out, catching the other Trainer in the gut. He doubled over, wheezing.
“You okay, Ian?� She knelt down beside his gasping form. “I guess she doesn’t like being scared.�
“Yeah.� It came out as a short gasp. Ian rubbed his sore stomach, looking at the shaking child.
“Drow, drowzee!� Pen called out as he half carried, half dragged a struggling Magby in his paws.
His breath back, Ian looked at the two baby Pokémon. “Something’s not right here. What are two half grown Pokémon doing without parents anymore?�
“I don’t know but those earthquakes aren’t natural. There’s never been an earthquake here before and there’s no cracks.� She shifted the Kangaskhan so that the Normal type rested her head on Lisha’s shoulder. There was a change in the temperature, making the air around them cooler. “Night’s coming. We need to find a place for camp.�
Ian looked up through the branches of the trees and found she was right. “I hate when you do that.�

The house was too quiet for his comfort. With Lisha gone, nothing interesting would happen for a while. She wouldn’t be able to call home until she reached Rowan City, another two days journey.
Drake looked inside her bedroom, finding it neat. A small plant sat on the dresser, a little flower budding. He sighed heavily, knowing he’d miss her.
A piece of paper stuck out from under her pillow. He lifted the pillow up, pulled out the worn paper.
It was a picture, an old picture. In it was Lisha when she was four, himself, and Maya, his wife. A Raichu stood between them, holding Lisha on her shoulders. He had to sit down, stare at the photograph. She still has this, he thought. Drake had forgotten all about the picture, had one himself actually. “She kept it all this time,� he sighed, placing the photo back under her pillow.
Drake walked back to the kitchen, took out a drink, and sat at the table. It bothered him though. In the picture, his daughter had looked nothing like her mother. But now, she had nearly everything of her mother. Taking a sip from the can, he smiled to himself. “If she’s just like her mother,� he said to no one in particular, “then she’ll be one hell of a Trainer.�

The small fire had died down completely, leaving only small ashes glowing. Lisha stared blindly up at the sky, trying to imagine what it looked like. She remembered what stars looked like, vaguely. Sighing, she rolled over, disturbing Scree. He snorted, half asleep, and curled back up beside her. She reached down, stroking his muzzle. The baby was curled up in a blanket, snoozing.
Rustling made her head snap up. She stared around absently, listening. Nothing else caught her attention and she laid back down on her mat. Something sharp suddenly pierced into her arm, making her jerk then slip down. A haze drifted over mind as her body numbed. “Scree,� she whispered, finding her voice weak and barely audible. Hands grabbed her, pulling Lisha up and dragging her through the brush.

Pen snapped awake, scrambling to his small feet. Something was watching them, staring. He reached behind him, grabbing Ian’s shoulder. Desperately, the Drowzee shook hard. “Drowzee! Drowzee!�
“Pen, get off,� Ian mumbled sleepily, rolling to face him. “What’s wrong?�
Instead of replying, he slapped Ian and ran to where Lisha should’ve been sleeping. He found Scree, sleeping too deeply for comfort. “Drowzee!�
Magby had started wailing, one long screech after another.
“Pen, what the,� he began, and then saw that the blankets were flat. “Lisha? Lisha!� He jumped up, sprinting to the spot. Ian lifted up Scree, watching him barely twitch as he picked him up. A red spot had formed on his side. “Scree? Scree?� Ian checked his pulse, finding it just a bit slow.
“Drowzee,� Pen whispered, hands moving in a mystical way. Scree’s eyes fluttered open, focusing on Ian’s face.
“Ni! Ni!� he suddenly sprang up, twisting his body around. “Ni ran!� The Nidoran hit the ground, stumbled, but kept his footing. He looked around in fear, breath coming out in gasps.
“Scree, you’re okay. Where’s Lisha?� he asked, not really expecting a reply he could understand. “And where’s the Kangaskhan?�
The Nidoran calmed himself, pawed the ground, and sniffed. “Ni,� he growled, finding another scent with Lisha’s. He pointed, then bolted into the brush, Ian and Pen following.

So hazy. What’s going on? She pushed herself up, shaking her head to clear it. A throbbing had started in her arm, moving through the rest of her body. Cold metal pressed into her throat.
“Get back down, girl, or I’ll kill you.� The voice was cold, nearly as cold as the knife pressed to her neck.
“All right,� she whispered, sinking to her knees.
“Don’t talk, girl,� he said, pressing the knife harder to her throat, making a bit of blood dribbled out. “What’re you doing in the forest?�
Lisha stayed quiet, wondering if she should answer or stay quiet.
“Answer me!� he screamed.
“I’m a new Trainer. Please, just let me go,� she pleaded, swallowing.
“I don’t think so. You’ve seen too much.� He nearly slit her throat but noticed her eyes. Milky blue. “Or maybe not. You’re blind, aren’t you?�
Nodding hurt but she didn’t think she could talk. Fear was bubbling in her stomach but she stayed calm. She had to.
“Times have changed then. They wouldn’t even consider someone blind to go for a license. But then again, I don’t have one. I don’t need one. Team Rocket’s been kind to me.� He shoved her to the ground, watching as she stumbled back to her hands and knees. “But still, I shouldn’t let you live. You’ve heard too much now.� He nearly cut her, was an inch off, but a long screech rose in the air, startling him. The baby Kangaskhan waddled in, screaming at the top of her lungs. She toppled over and rolled down the slope, still screaming.
Free of the knife, Lisha kicked out with one foot. She felt the connection and smiled. A dull thud caught her attention. The knife, she thought, crawling. Wincing when something razor sharp pricked her palm, she grabbed the hilt and waited.
Nothing happened. Must’ve hit his head on a rock, she thought. The baby’s wailing continued, staying in one spot from what her ears could tell. Please be over, please be over, she prayed.

Ian crashed through the brush, carrying the shaking Magby. “Scree! Are you sure we’re going the right way?�
“Ni,� he called back, crawling under a log. He popped out with some bark clinging to his spines.
Pen puffed behind them, moving as fast as he could. Drowzees weren’t meant for long distances, just sprints.
There was light ahead, not the sun but lamplight. Something was crying over there, behind the trees.
“It’s the Kangaskhan! Good job, Scree!� Ian yelled, watching as the Poison disappeared beyond the brush. Running still, he picked up the pace and burst out over a slope. A startled cry left him as he landed wrong and tumbled down the hill. Pen slid down behind him, catching the Magby that had gone flying.
Scree was at the bottom already, checking the baby Normal type before running on to where Lisha was curled up. He nudged her with his nose, watched as she lifted her head up.
“Man, Lisha,� Ian said, kneeling down in front of her. A bruise had started forming on her face, right under her eye. A small bit of blood made little rivers down her neck, staining the neckline of her shirt. “You okay?�
“Yeah.� Her voice shook when she said it. She dropped the knife to the ground and tried to calm down.
Pen, grumbling a bit, carried a screeching Kangaskhan with him. He set the little one beside Lisha and collapsed on his back, panting.
“No one will stand in Team Rocket’s way!�
The ground started to growl angrily. Both babies began to scream as loud as they could but the rumbling earth drowned them out.
“Oh, crap,� Ian muttered, staring out as the earth began to crack right in front of them.

[Jon UKX]

Great chapter RJ, after a five month absent your quality of writing hasn't changed at all (that's a good thing!), if Team Rocket think Lisha is going to be a pushover then they are wrong.

[Otto=ottO]

It's a bit hard after reading the other chapters so much earlier, but still great. So, either Teamrocket is trying to flush all the old pokemon out to just grab them by the bundles, or get all the baby pokemon without anyone in the way or both.

Is the Team Rocket guy still there?

[ZeldaFan20]

They're right! It IS a great chapter!! Two new baby Pokemon join the party, huh? I wonder if Lisha and Ian will be able to find their mothers (although I'm also wondering what the mothers will do to THEM). And that scene with the Team Rocket member,---way cool!! You can still write as good as anyone else---only better!

[mistysakura]

Thanks for continuing the fic, I really appreaciate it. As for other comments, everyone else already posted them, so what's the point?

[Rambunctious Jamirus]

Jon - Thankies!
Otto - You'll find out what they're trying to do and yes, he is still there. Thanks!
Zelda - The mother's fates will be revealed! Thankies!
ms - *laughs* Conservative! Thanks!

Coming back seems to be helping me with this. As a little 'Sorry' gift for being gone so long, I've got the next chapter now. So... enjoy!

Chapter 5

“No one will beat Team Rocket!� the voice called out again.
The crack in the ground grew bigger as it got closer to the group. Claws were unsheathed from the fissure and gripped the edge. Reddish eyes peeked out as the Pokémon climbed out.
“It’s a Sandslash,� Ian said in awe, watching the mouse stand up and glare at them. Its claws gleamed in the bright lights as it stared at them, growling.
A swarm of Bug type Pokémon raced down the hill and, blinded by the lights, ran right into the gash in the earth. Clicking and something that sounded like a scream followed them down. Nets that erupted from the ground immediately pinned those that could fly down.
“PokéBalls can catch only one Pokémon at a time. But Team Rocket has invented this way to supply our Boss.� The member walked out from the shadows, laying a hand on the snarling Sandslash. “Those two babies you’ve got there, they must’ve been some children from the Pokémon the other day.� He smiled slightly. “How about handing them over with those other two you’ve got there.�
Scree growled and stepped forward, putting himself between the Kangaskhan and the Sandslash. Pen rolled so that he was on his feet again and took his fighting stance.
The Rocket laughed at the two creatures. “Look at this, Claws. We’ve got a couple of fighters here.�
The Sandslash smiled slightly and clicked his front claws together.
“So, it’s a fight you want.� The Rocket waited for his Sandslash to walked onto the field. “Claws, let’s show them the true power of Team Rocket!�
“Sand!� the mouse called, charging.
Scree stepped up to bat, spines standing straight up. He tossed his head around and charged at the running Ground type. Both hit head on but the Nidoran was overpowered. He went sailing through the air, landing hard on his side.
“Scree!� Lisha stumbled over to where he had landed, cradled his aching body. He looked up at her and smiled weakly. “It’s okay, boy.�
Pen took the fight from there, hands outstretched. The Drowzee moved his hands, swaying from side to side. “Drowzee, drowzee, drowzee,� he said, his voice echoing almost.
Claws flattened his ears against his head and suddenly burrowed into the ground. Pen stopped his Hypnosis and nervously looked at the ground beneath his feet. He couldn’t tell where the Pokémon would end up. A small rumble rose from the ground and the Sandslash shot up from the earth behind Pen. The Psychic barely had turned around when the mouse swung out with his back leg, catching him across the head. Stumbling, the dazed Drowzee caught himself in time for an array of jabs to his body. An uppercut sent him flying a few feet away. Battered, Pen stayed down, eyes closed from the pain.
The Sandslash walked up, eyes glowing in hatred. He raised a clawed paw, placed it so that the points of his claws were pressed against the Psychic’s throat. The vein under his claws pulsed heavily.
“Team Rocket will never be defeated. Claws,� the man said, “finish it.�
“Slash,� he nodded, lifting his claw an inch up.
“Kanga!�
The mouse looked up as a tree was hurled through the air. He jumped out of the way as it shattered in the spot he was standing in.
A huge Kangskhan emerged from the woods, breathing deeply as she slid down the slope. Lisha froze as the large Pokémon stamped by her. Ian watched as the creature neared the snarling Sandslash, and gasped.
Blood ran down from a gaping wound in the Normal’s side. The blood had formed into small puddles in her footprints. Her right eye seemed to be missing but she didn’t seem to be affected.
The baby Kangaskhan stopped crying. She watched the larger Kangaskhan with wide eyes. “Kanga! Kangaskhan!� she called out, small tears running down her face.
The creature stopped, looked back at the baby, and nodded. She stepped over Pen’s recovering body and roared at the mouse. The Sandslash snarled and charged at the injured Pokémon. She swung an arm, missed the Sandslash’s skull, and screamed in agony as the Ground type drilled his claws in the thick hide.
A snarl left her throat as she grabbed the prickly rodent. Roaring, the creature threw the Sandslash about twenty feet. The mouse hit hard but was back on his feet quickly. In a flash, he was in front of the dying Pokémon, slashing out with both arms. The Kangaskhan dodged and fell over from exhaustion. Her tail whipped out and knocked the rodent to the ground. She raised it and brought it down as hard as she could on Claws’ head. A sickening crack split the night air. Again, she raised her tail and crushed the dead mouse’s head.
The baby waddled over to the still Kangaskhan, nuzzled the paw. The larger one gently rubbed a claw across the little one’s face, wiping away the tears.
“Kangaskhan,� she whispered softly, wincing from the wound. Weakly, she patted the child’s head and closed her eyes. The arm fell limply to the ground and she was still.
“Kanga. Kanga!� the small Pokémon screeched, shaking the other one. No response came as she continued to lay still.
Lisha walked over, stepping in the mixed blood as she knelt down beside the child. The baby gripped the girl’s pants, shoving her face in the rough denim. Hot tears came through the material, soaking her pants. Scree hung limply from under her arm, almost to tears himself.
“That was your mother, wasn’t it little one?� she said softly, holding the Kangaskhan. She felt her nod through the jeans. “It’ll be all right.�
Ian stumbled over, returning Pen to his PokéBall for a nice rest. “He ran,� was all he could say.
Lisha looked up at his voice, nodded slowly. She held onto the child as the lamps flickered and died off.

Two mounds with a pile of stones at the head of each were silent. Lisha was sitting beside the baby, a hand on her shoulder. Ian stood a bit ways off, the Magby, a recovered Pen and Scree sitting on either side of him.
The Kangaskhan almost started to cry again but Lisha bent down and whispered to her, “She’s watching you now. Your mother would want you to move on.�
“Kanga,� the child said. The girl lifted up the Normal type, shifting her so that she carried the baby on her back.
Scree took the lead, limping a bit from last night. Ian cradled the Magby while Pen waddled beside the two Trainers.
“So, you keeping the Kangaskhan?� he asked, watching Lisha as she stepped carefully on a root.
“Yeah.� She shifted the child, wiggled a bit so that the grip around her neck was looser. “Her name’s Kiore.�
“You already named her?� Ian asked, ducking from a limb.
“We decided last night while you fell asleep,� she answered, smiling a bit. Kiore let out a small, happy cry.
“Well, I decided to keep the Magby,� Ian said, patting the baby Fire type. “His name is Firebolt.�
Lisha’s smile grew a bit wider. Her sunglasses glinted in the sunlight that streamed in through the branches.
The trees thinned out and opened to a huge field. Long grass as high as Ian’s waist swayed in the breeze. Bushes dotted the field as well as soft pink and purple flowers. A small herd of Tauros looked up and retreated to the forest.
The grass started to rustle in one spot, catching all of their attention. Ian backed up a bit, watching as it moved closer to them then stopped.
“What is it?� he whispered, turning to Lisha.
“It’s small. An Electric type is my guess from the energy,� she mumbled, setting Kiore on a tree stump behind her.
A bright green flash ran at them, moving faster than Ian could follow. Lisha, though, pivoted away and listened as the Electrike slid to a stop, growling at them.
“Scree, take it down!� she called out.
“Ni!� The Nidoran leaped up and charged quickly. The Electrike had just managed to set himself back up for another attack when the Poison rammed into him. Scree brought his head back and then jabbed out with his horn, smacking the green side.
Panting heavily, the Electric type stumbled back and tripped over a root. He stayed down, eyes closed.
Lisha tossed an extra PokéBall at the panting and waited for the small ‘bing’. She smiled and nodded at the stunned boy. Scree trotted up with the full PokéBall in his small mouth and placed it in Lisha’s hand. She rubbed his purple head and hooked the capture device to her belt.
“Let’s go,� she said, picking the Kangaskhan back up.
Ian stared after her as she waded through the grass. “Oh, sure, take advantage of a startled person!� he called out, jogging to catch up.
The Trainers and Pokémon shuffled through the tall grass, Scree having to jump up every now and then to see above the plants.
No one heard the creature or felt it. With a cry, the white-clawed Pokémon leaped out from behind a bush, a long stick clutched in her paws. Pen screamed and fell over from surprised. Swiftly, she recovered from the attack and swung the stick out, hitting Pen in the side.
Ian jumped back along with Lisha and Scree as the white and blood red creature twirled the stick and held it out in front of her, challenging Pendule. The Drowzee got back up to his feet, faced his armed opponent.
“It’s a Zangoose,� Ian whispered in awe.
“I never felt it or heard it,� Lisha admitted.
“Yeah, neither did I. Pen!� he yelled, “Hypnosis!�
“Drow,� he nodded, held out his hands. Swaying, he flexed his fingers. “Drowzee, drowzee, drowzee,� his voice echoed like before.
The Zangoose snarled in anger as her mind started to float easily. She shook her head and swung her stick. Pen ducked and jumped backwards, not losing his beat as he continued. The Normal took a step, stumbled, but again attacked. Missing again infuriated her and she swung, overbalancing herself. She fell over but refused to stay down. Her mind told her to turn off but she was still going, pushing herself back up.
“Pen! Pound!�
He nodded and balled a fist. Swinging, he knocked her across the head, knocking the fighting Zangoose out.
Smiling, Ian tossed a PokéBall at the unconscious Pokémon, successfully catching her. Grinning like an idiot, he picked up the device and slapped hand to paw with Pendule.
Lisha rolled her eyes. “If you’re done celebrating, I would like to lighten my load here,� she called out at the two, gesturing with her head at Firebolt who hung on her leg.
Ian chuckled and scooped up the Magby. “Sorry, girl.� He smiled and walked ahead of them.

Dusk was calm as the team finally reached the end of the forest. Ian whistled at the huge city, the lights just starting to come on. “Another half hour and we’ll be at the PokéCenter.�
“Finally,� Lisha grunted, shifting the baby yet again. “Kiore’s getting heavier by the second.�
“Kanga!� she called out, laughing slightly.
Scree trotted ahead of them, waiting while they caught up with him. His limp was still there but seemed to be healing. Pen was resting in his PokéBall, tired from walking the whole day after a hard night.
They entered the streets, a few people staring at them. Ian grinned as he noticed that most were staring at Lisha.
“You know, Lisha, most people are staring at you,� he commented.
“Let them stare,� she said, grinning. “Kiore will entertain them.�
“I don’t think it’s just Kiore.�
“Then what?�
“Your sunglasses. Most normal people don’t wear sunglasses at night,� he snickered.
She laughed, making the child on her back giggle.
The PokéCenter lights were a welcome to all of them. Ian led her inside and looked around the cozy waiting room.
“Welcome to the PokéCenter! May I help you?� Nurse Joy chirped happily.
“Uh, yeah,� Ian smiled tiredly. “We need our Pokémon healed and a room, please.�
“All right, I’ll check to see if we have an available room. Just put your Pokémon on the counter.�
Lisha gently set the baby on a chair and picked up Scree’s and the Electrike’s PokéBalls. She handed them to Ian and rocked on her toes as Nurse Joy relayed their room information.
“We’re in Room 37,� he said, smiling a bit as she tried to search the room. “The phones are over this way.� Chuckling, he strode over to the pay phones, waiting for her to join him. Kiore walked right behind her and smiled as Firebolt dropped from Ian’s shoulder and onto the floor.
Lisha did the number herself, letting her fingers glide over the buttons. Once the ringing stopped, she smiled. “Hey, Dad.�
“Lisha! I wasn’t expecting a call from you so soon. Rose has been telling me about the earthquakes in the forest and such and,� he stopped, got a good look at her face. “What happened?�
Don’t worry him, she thought. “Oh, I tripped over a root and hit a rock. A sharp branch cut my neck. No big deal,� she lied quickly.
“All right,� Drake said, watching her. It was harder to tell if she was lying or not because of the sunglasses. “How’s it going, Ian?�
“Good.� Ian knew Lisha’s father was just talking to him to see if both of them were lying. “Caught a few Pokémon along the way.�
“What kinds did you guys catch?� Drake smiled as his daughter bent over and lifted, with great effort, a baby Kangaskhan.
“Her name’s Kiore and I caught an Electrike.�
Ian picked up the Magby with ease and grinned. “Firebolt and an armed Zangoose.�
“Good job. I won’t hold you guys up any longer. Call me when you win that Badge.�
“Sure. ‘Bye, Dad.�
“See you.� The screen clicked off as both hung up.
Ian took his turn and called his mother. She, too, had been worried about the earthquakes but cheered when he told her he caught a few Pokémon. Mrs. Feeney whispered a suggestion to her son, getting a burst of laughter from Lisha. The good humour continued even when Ian hung up, his face still red from embarrassment.
“Oh, that was priceless,� she said, getting her breath back.
“You didn’t have to overhear,� he growled, fiddling with the keys in his hand.
Room 37 was a smaller room than most of the others they’d heard of. There was only one bunk bed and a walk-in bathroom. The walls were painted a light blue colour as well as the sheets on the beds.
“I guess you want the bottom bunk,� Ian stated, shutting the door behind him.
“There’s bunk beds?� she asked, staring around the room.
“Uh, yeah.� He hit his head with the palm of his hand. I can’t believe I forgot she can’t see, he thought.
She found the beds by herself, sat down on the lower one. Lisha kicked off her shoes put her sunglasses in a pocket on her bag. Kiore crawled up beside her, curled up underneath her arm. She patted the baby’s head and laid down on the bed.
Ian undid the laces on his shoes and placed them along the wall. He picked up Firebolt, turned off the lights, and climbed up the ladder. The Magby made a little bed at the foot of the bed, settled in. Sighing, he listened as the others slept. The Fire type started to snore softly, one of the only sounds in the room.
A crying sound surprised him. He hung over the side of the bed and looked down at his friend. She was asleep but the Kangaskhan was sobbing, clinging to Lisha. Ian watched as Lisha rolled onto her back, bringing the child to a rest on top of her. The little one, tears still falling, quieted down and curled up on her chest.
Smiling, the Trainer settled back down on the upper bed and concentrated on the Gym tomorrow. They use Fighting types, he thought and drifted off.

Edit: Nice catch, misty. It's now gone.

[ZeldaFan20]

That chapter is "priceless" too! The fight scene was a tad gruesome, but it was still exciting!!

Oh,...so poor little Kiore lost her mother, huh? That's so sad . I bet Lisha's gonna have to play surrogate PokeMom now...okay, that was a bad joke ;o. Hey, wait a minute...we know what happened to Kiore's mom, but what about Firebolt's mom?!

There will probably be more to come, so I won't ask anymore questions tonight. I'll be in touch. Bye!

[Otto=ottO]

I thought it said they used fire types...

Oh well. I read this yestday and didn't have a chance to post. I'm glad you're getting back on track.

Not much to post on the story though, because I forget..