I posted the first chapter yesterday. And I can’t wait to write some more of this again. To make it fair, I wrote a few sections of Airborne before I got started on this. And I started thinking about my old Pokemon Stadium games and I realized I have no idea where my N64 is! Well, it’s actually my brother’s, a birthday gift he got years ago and he stopped using it a long time ago so I call it “mine.” And I have no idea where it is. And I want to play my goddamn Pokemon Stadium!

Oh, just some trivial trivia for those of you with time to waste: In the summer of 07, I went to Virginia to my dad’s house for a vacation, and I saw my old best friend a lot during that time. We were having a sleepover and I brought my Pokemon Crystal over so we could battle. I had like everything you could imagine on that game. turned on the game and…my data was gone. All my amazing Pokemon disappeared right before I was about to own my friend.

So I had to start over. Before I wrote this, I hadn’t touched Crystal in a long time, but a week or so ago I started playing like a mad person and now I’m doing it even more madly now that I have a Pokemon story to focus on and give me inspiration. (Not that my other one doesn’t count, but this one has my attention right now…)

I appreciate your patience and consideration if you actually read the above two paragraphs.

Oh, and be ready for a long Poke-fight scene.

Reviews:

Sakura-anbu-09: Thanks a bunch. Thank you for all your compliments, and kudos for spotting almost every element I wanted to show in this story, particularly the KibaSaku and Sakura being strong and spirited and not a “doll.” I freaking hate when she acts like a doll; always good to hear from someone who thinks the same.

LittleFoxDemon: Amazing? You flatter me. And yes, Shikamaru is the only one who can understand Pokemon language, but since he’s the lazy dude that we all know and love he doesn’t really practice, so he’s not the best translator out there.

666Shukakugrl28: Aw, I hope you’re alright. You told me once you lose a little weight every time you get sick, and you said it like it was a bad thing. I suggest eating pizza to get it back quickly. Lots and lots. With Sausage/pepperoni/some kind of delicious meat. I will message you once I get done with reviews, and by the time you read this I bet we’ll have exchanged a couple more. Enjoy your four-day weekend!

Chapter two.

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June 4th, 7:08 AM

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Like most Pokemon, our Arcanine and Raichu pals enjoyed sleeping. Going to bed and taking a little catnap were really the same thing. Both sleeps could last over twelve hours and it often took another whole half hour for them to become fully awake and energetic again. The two had gone to sleep in mid-afternoon, at about 3:00. They had slept nearly fifteen hours. This was more than they usually slept, and and since it was quite early in the morning, they would be even more tired than usual when the woke. All the same, after that time they’d have their endless energy again, the energy that could make them run for hours, perhaps days, before tiring and daring to stop the speed and stop the fun.

Strangely, it was Kiba that awoke first. He was usually the one who slept a few minutes longer, and had to be woken up by Sakura, usually with an annoyed and slightly painful Thundershock. But he was first to open his eyes. The first thing he looked at was his best friend and partner for all activities in life; she was still sleeping and her head had drifted off her pillow-pile of feathers and completely onto his tail.

The innocent expression she gave while asleep was perfectly, almost ridiculously, adorable. Once in a while, Kiba would sit up and simply watch her sleep, for it was one of the few times when she was still and peaceful and appeared almost in need of protection. It was nice, to think that by watching her he was protecting her. It was all he’d ever really wanted to do.

He didn’t get to do this often, and when he did he would be ready to turn away the moment she awoke. He wasn’t sure how Sakura would react to the knowledge that he would sometimes watch her sleep. He didn’t know if he’d be subjected to a vicious and life-threatening Thunder attack or just be stared at for long, unending minutes. Sure, he planned to tell her, but not yet. Not when life was so perfect. Maybe right before they died or something.

But right now, he decided to do it. He probably had five or ten minutes before she woke up, and when she did, he would turn away and yawn and stretch his arms and pretend he only got up about five seconds ago. But now he had the time. He got to watch Sakura, who ordinarily looked formidable and strong and spirited and quite lovely too, be a picture of sweet vulnerability that almost never came about any other time. She probably didn’t even know she looked this way in her sleep.

Once in a while, though not always, Kiba would wonder what she dreamed about. He’d asked her a few times, and the response was always something like, “Oh, weird things that don’t match. I dream Marowak climbed a mountain and grew wings and flew or we woke up one day and saw the lake outside our cave wasn’t there anymore.” He wondered if she dreamed things that weren’t amusing or strange. Maybe things that were…oh, her tail moved.

Kiba swiftly turned his head to the feather-lined ceiling and yawned a huge yawn, stretching his mouth and showing glinting, thorn-sharp fangs. Sakura’s ears twitched twice and she moaned, moving her arms away from her body as she stretched them. “Hey…still wanna see Marowak?” she moaned sleepily, beginning to sit up.

He gave an agreeing grunt and pulled his tail away once she sat up and away from it. “I’m gonna walk around the lake. Stretch my legs.” Sakura slowly swished her tail in acknowledgement, and Kiba stood up. He moved up the stone “steps” that led into the waterfall cave. The cave they slept in was a cave within a cave; when one walked behind the waterfall they wound find themselves in a shallow cave, more like a large dent in the stone. To the right was a hole that opened into a smaller cave, about seven feet tall and six feet wide on each side, a perfect, cozy sleeping spot for Pokemon. This was the cave of the Arcanine and the Raichu.

Our Arcanine was relieved to be out of the cave and away from Sakura’s eyes. This time he felt he’d cut it dangerously close, that if he hadn’t noticed his friend’s tail moving she would have gotten up and seen him. He may have just been feeling a little paranoid, but no one can be too careful.

He walked out behind the waterfall, scratching his arms that were left bare, as he wore a black and sleeveless shirt combined with dark-orange pants. This outfit, and his pale gold ears and tail, showed him off as one hell of a handsome Arcanine. Kiba scratched his left ears, his “human” one and his Pokemon one, as he got too close to the waterfall and got them wet. Growling irritably, he shook his head and made his way lazily down the rock pile that made a sort of stairway to the “dent” cave.

(AN: Just to clear things up…Pokemon with Poke-ears have human ones too. Kiba, though he has doggy ears on his head, also has human ears below them like a regular person. Therefore, lots of Pokemon have four ears, two “human” and two “Pokemon.” It’s normal.)

The lake they lived near was a swimming and bathing lake; there was another just a short run away that they drank from, much cooler and refreshing to the tongue than the swimming lake. Kiba was walking a lap around the swimming lake. He pulled his tail and his ears and rubbed his eyes as he walked, average little rituals to wake oneself up after a long sleep. About halfway around, his nose twitched and he stopped immediately.

There was a wild Tropius nearby. Not even fifty feet away. He was downwind of the grass and flying-type Pokemon, and its scent came washing over him with the wind. It probably hadn’t scented him. It would make a fine breakfast for them. Sakura’s razor-sharp tail could easily skin the Pokemon and he could cook the meat. It was their typical style of eating.

He moved his eyes and not his head, and was barely able to see the Pokemon trying to pull a branch of Pecha berries from a tree. Tropius, like most Pokemon, was a humanoid. Its curvy body suggested it was a female, yet a tall one. Her long hair, growing all the way down to her rump, was grayish-brown, and she wore a sluttish jade-green dress that scarcely covered her thighs. Three tiny yellow fruits were growing out of her collarbone, looking much like bananas. Four wings, shaped like great, huge leaves, grew out of her back and a reptilian brown tail stretched out from under her dress.

It would be a favor to the forest to be rid of a Pokemon like this. Nature, or any trainer, even, did not need a Pokemon who would dress like that. ‘I can see her fucking panties,’ Kiba thought, shaking his head. ‘Dear lord. I’m not even bending down. A quick bite will kill her.’

He moved in for the kill, tail twitching with excitement.

What’s that, you say? You’re surprised? Pokemon only eat berries? …What? Where in the hell did you get the idea that they’re all vegetarian? Naturally, many of them eat meat and will kill other Pokemon to get said meat. It’s just as natural as a human being born with two eyes.

Without warning the wind changed and turned on itself. Kiba’s canine scent went blowing right over to the female Tropius. She let go of the tree branch and sped away immediately, crying out in fear and struggling to flap her wings and fly off. Kiba wouldn’t let her. He was already closing in.

Killing Pokemon was a very forceful act and much different from battling. It was like a whole different world. Pokemon always killed each other with merciless bites to the neck. If they attack any other way, it would not kill. For example, even if Kiba used his most powerful Flamethrower attack on the grass-type Tropius, the grass Pokemon would faint and might be horribly injured, but the chance of it dying was less than a tenth of a percent. Bites to the neck, the snapping of a spine, were the only things that one Pokemon could use to kill another. “Fighting” attacks simply didn’t do the job, and neck biting had been the way to kill for uncounted generations. There was no changing it.

And following the ways of instinct and time Kiba leapt closer and knocked the Tropius to the ground. Her speed was pathetic despite her lithe and thin frame. With a quick sinking of his fangs into the back of her beck, in something that wasn’t a Bite attack and not a Crunch attack but the same bite one would use to chew food, the Tropius cried out. She pulled at him uselessly and feebly. There was a crunch, a sickening one, and her arms and legs fell limp. She was dead.

He pulled his fangs away and licked as much blood as he could from his lips and cheeks, wiping away the rest with the back of his wrist. He pulled the body over his shoulder and cheerfully began walking back to the lake with their cave hidden behind its waterfall. Tropius meat—actually, the meat of most grass-types—was particularly sweet, and they hadn’t had a grass-type meal for nearly a week. It would be a treat, and they’d surely take some of it to Marowak.

The edge of the tree line was close. A few dozen more steps and he’d be in the clearing in which the lake and the waterfall rested. The lakeshore was the usual spot where they would skin Pokemon and cook them. The waste, like skin or entrails, was usually buried or put in a special hollow, dead tree nearby where other Pokemon often looked for little gifts from the Arcanine and Raichu.

“Hey, bright eyes! Come out here, I got us a Tropius for breakfast!”

“What the fuck did I say—Tropius?”

Of course he knew his bright-eyed Raichu couldn’t resist a good meal.

“Gimme a sec to change clothes and I’ll be right out there to skin that thing.” she informed.

Oddly, with all his protective and almost loving thoughts towards the Raichu, thoughts of watching her change clothes—or other such suggestive things—hardly ever went into his head. When they did, he had a quick blush over them and forced himself to grow bored with them quickly and find other things more interesting to think about, be they thoughts of having the Raichu rub his ears or play a game of tag or throw a rock into the lake. Like usual, he thought of it briefly and dismissed it.

Yawning a wide yawn that showed off ferocious fangs, he dropped the body of the female Tropius down and dipped his bare feet into the lake. Despite how thirsty he realized he was becoming, he didn’t drink from the water. This lake was for swimming and bathing. There was a different lake for drinking and if they drank from this water…well, they just shouldn’t. It was a law that didn’t need stating, something they just decided without speaking long ago.

“That. Thing. Is. Sexy. Dude, I want that guy.”

“God, bimbo, you’re weird! Having sex with a Pokemon! Kyuubi, come here. Get away from her!”

Kiba’s ears pricked and he felt a strange mix of amusement and unease. He scented a few humans creeping closer in the bushes not far off. It smelled like…

‘Two males, one female and one very horny female.’ he thought, smirking and trying not to laugh. If he did, they might know he knew of their presence. He decided to kick his feet idly in the pebbly shallows of the water and pretend to be minding his own merry business. He wondered if he was confusing the humans. He was, after all, a fire Pokemon dipping his feet in water. One might think this odd, but that one would be considered quite stupid.

Fire Pokemon could bathe in water and swim for a few minutes before feeling pain or becoming sore or feeling a similar reaction to the one they’d give if hit by a Hydro Pump attack. So long as he didn’t keep them in for very long, Kiba, the fire-type, could splash his feet in the lake and not get hurt by the water. The humans made no comment on this, so must have had some decent brains.

“That’s the Arcanine…right?” This voice was very quiet; Kiba immediately realized that the female who’d spoken was a small, short and probably delicate one. Shy was a possibility as well.

“That’s got to be.” This last voice was male, and it was slightly slurred with sleep like he had gone to bed too late and woken up too early. Either his sleepiness was really screwing his voice, or this person was a mellow kind of guy.

Our Arcanine prided himself on his uncanny ability to read personalities from voices.

“I can’t believe you guys made me wait all night till we could come out here. Someone could have captured the Raichu while we were sleeping at the hotel!”

“Ino, no one’s caught her for over ten years. What are the odds that she was captured last night while we slept? Plus, you made us wake up crazy early to come up the mountain. ”

“Get back on topic, guys!”

“Fine, fine. Remember the second picture that Yuka showed us?” the mellow male spoke. “The Arcanine in that picture was this one. No mistaking it. You can’t mistake a brunette Arcanine.”

“Can I battle it now? Pleaaaase?!” the horny female squealed.

“You freaking idiot! Do you want the Raichu or the Arcanine?” asked the first male.

“I want them both!” the horny female whined. “But, um…the Raichu first, I guess…how long do we have to wait?”

“Look! She’s coming out! Look behind the waterfall; there must be a cave behind it. She’s coming out.”

Trusting the words of the mellow male, Kiba turned his head and saw Sakura picking her way speedily and yet lazily down the rocks and onto the ground. She landed with a light thud and walked towards him, licking her lips at the sight of the dead Tropius. “Mm, that looks like a good one. Augh!” He saw her hands twitch, resisting the urge to cover her nose to drive away some smell.

“I’ve been scenting that horny human for ten minutes and I can’t get her perfume out of my nose. It smells disgusting!”

“Why didn’t you just Thunderbolt ‘em?” Kiba asked, moving the corpse closer to her so she could skin it. “I was waiting for them to come out.” she replied with a shrug. “That horny girl is so damn annoying; I’ve been waiting for her to throw one of her Pokemon at me so I can kick its ass from here to Belkién. Plus, I can hear them talking. The loud girl sounds obsessed with us.”

“More with you than with me,” he chuckled. “Why does the girl want you instead of me?”

“When I was coming out of the cave I thought I heard her say she wanted you. In a sexual way. Does that make you happier?”

“Why, yes, it does!”

“Fuck it, Shikamaru, I’m going in right now! Lopunny, go get ‘em!”

And then a great ball, a higher level than a Pokeball, came soaring out of the bushes and high into the air. It opened and a white lightning-like mass jolted out and took the form of an attractive, female Lopunny. Kiba and Sakura twitched their Pokemon ears, not surprised by the Pokemon’s looks.

Sure, Lopunnies where supposed to be cute, but this was too much. A humanoid Pokemon like many others in the world, this Lopunny was especially dressed up. The female was average height, and had brown hair with creamy-blond streaks running down to the middle of her lean back. Two almost absurdly huge rabbit ears hung down her sides, brown with furry, cream tips.

The Lopunny’s outfit was what really lacked the needed modesty. It was hardly an outfit, just a half-top brown shirt and a brown miniskirt with cream-colored, poodle-style, fluffy hem. There was a hole in the back of the skirt for the little rabbit tail to poke through, and the long, knee-length, cream-colored boots completed the outfit that simply shouted, “Will screw for twenty dollars.”

Sakura and Kiba were really tempted to laugh at the gaudy Lopunny, but took to just staring instead while the trainer dashed out of the bushes. It was a blue-eyed blonde with very long hair in a high ponytail, wearing a long red shirt with a fancy, frilly hemline and glittery jeans. Bracelets and earrings shone all over her. She and her Pokemon matched…very well.

“Sakura the Raichu, by this time tomorrow, you’re gonna be mine!” the blonde cried, pointing a pink-painted finger at Sakura.

Sakura grinned, bright eyes glinting, and let out a small laugh. She could easily see how much the blonde girl seemed to love that look, with all her squealing and eyes eerily changing into pink hearts, but with her back mostly turned to Kiba, she couldn’t see the admiring look he was giving.

“Blondie, I’d like to see you try,” the Raichu smirked, swishing her tail.

Of course, all the four humans heard was, “Rai, Rai, Raichu, Rai.”

Naruto and Hinata then slowly made their way out of the bushes, Naruto widened his eyes and making approving, “Whoaaaa!” sounds at Sakura’s unique and overall good-looking appearance. Shikamaru came out last, hands in pockets, and whistled, and even Hinata couldn’t keep from staring. No one could deny it, the two wild Pokemon were goddamn beautiful.

“Go for the Raichu, Lopunny!” Ino jumped in the air, pointing a spirited fist at the sky. “Dizzy Punch!”

The scantily-clad Pokemon’s fist began glowing with a silver-grey light, and she dashed up to the Raichu. Sakura flicked her tail at Kiba. “I’ll take care of this,” she told him. Unknown to her, Shikamaru caught that sentence, and immediately knew what Ino’s Lopunny was in for.

“Lo-oo-ooooooo!” the rabbit Pokemon’s voice rose with every second. “Lo—punny!” With a harsh cry she slammed her fist into Sakura’s stomach. Or she thought she had. In the last moment, Sakura zipped away and appeared behind the startled Lopunny. Lopunny turned around, hardening a small, delicate fist and readying another Dizzy Punch, but Sakura was no longer behind her. Lopunny turned again and found Sakura had somehow gotten right in front of her. The Raichu bashed her shoulder into the Lopunny’s chest in a hard-hitting Quick Attack.

“Lo…Loo…” The rabbit Pokemon groaned and stood up, using her great, long ears to brush away the dust from her body. Kiba back away and allowed the two female Pokemon more battling room. Ino was fuming by this point. She knew the Raichu would be fast, but not this fast.

“Use some strategy, Lopunny!” Ino shouted from behind Sakura. “Try Encore.”

Lopunny obeyed, clapping her hands together and calling out, “Lo! Lo! Lo!” Sakura’s big Raichu ears twitched and perked and she took a step back. Encore was a hard move to avoid. For a minute or so, Sakura would be able to use no attacks except for the last one she’d used, which was Quick Attack. It was said there was something “psychic” about the move that forced all Pokemon into its submission, but it was a normal-type move.

“Now show her what a real Quick Attack’s all about!” the blonde girl cried. By this time, Naruto was jumping up and down and cheering with her. Lopunny zipped towards Sakura, appearing at the left, then right, then left, then right, all with speed, but not speed that was fast enough for our speed demons. Her movements could still be seen.

Confident, Sakura used her Quick Attack as well, speeding all around the Lopunny, and soon enough the two were lost in a blur of brown, pink, cream, orange and black and Quick Attack. Eventually Lopunny tripped on Sakura’s long, black tail and fell on her belly to the pebbly shore of the lake. Sakura hopped unsteadily on one foot for a bit, Lopunny’s trip having almost pulled her down. She smiled when she regained her balance, as she could feel the Encore wavering away.

With a devious, almost playful smile and another glint of her fiery green eyes, sparks began dancing around Sakura. Ino ignored these signs that promised she would lose this fight. With a murderously low voice and not even a single jump or squeal, Ino said, “Low Kick, Lopunny.”

Lopunny nodded and began walking towards the sparking Raichu. The poor rabbit Pokemon naturally felt afraid of the Raichu’s long and lashing tail, but her loyalty to her trainer was stronger than that, so she persevered. Her walk quickened into a run and not a moment later she was running full speed towards the Raichu. Lopunny couldn’t have been five feet away from Sakura when she attacked. Eyes dark and determined, the humanoid Pokemon slid downward, slashing her legs to the side to knock Sakura’s legs out from under her.

Once again, she wasn’t fast enough. Sakura’s natural speed, complemented with her level of 61, could easily defeat Lopunny’s poor defense, especially the defense of a level 31 Lopunny. Sakura’s hands rushed up and grabbed Lopunny’s shoulders. With a gleeful cheer of, “Chuuuu!” the Raichu lit up with a hundred huge, golden sparks and delivered a shocking Thunderbolt to the Lopunny.

In the middle of the attack, she pulled at Lopunny and lifted the larger Pokemon off the ground. Sakura swung the Pokemon around in a few circles before throwing her towards Ino. As she landed, she twitched painfully, still feeling sparks circle through her.

“Well, that sucked.” Shikamaru said helpfully.

The Raichu and the Arcanine both laughed. “Nine, nine, Arcanine nine?” Kiba asked. Shikamaru squinted, thinking over his translation and said out loud, “What level…is Lopunny?”

“She’s level 31; what’s it to ya?!” Ino shouted. Reaching to her pristine leather belt she retrieved another ball, not a great ball like the one that held Lopunny, but an average Pokeball. “Aqua, come on and help us out!” She tossed the ball, it opened, and as though by magic zipped back to her hand. The white, shapeless mass took form: it was a Nidorina.

Nidorina, a humanoid like almost all Pokemon, was generally a gentle and sweet Pokemon. But no, not Ino’s Nidorina, Aqua. Aqua was as mean and tough as a Tauros with a jackknife up its ass. Aqua was dressed for the job and for the personality.

Aqua was a rather short humanoid, who had a little blue tail peeking out over the top of her pants and tapping her rear end because it was simply so short. Her straight hair was pale blue, only a few inches longer than Sakura’s, and near her left ear a little dark blue ribbon sat in the hair. Her eyes, oddly brown, stared angrily at the two opponents and stood protectively over her fallen comrade and friend. The turquoise-colored dress she wore ended at her kneecaps, and she wore huge army boots, custom-painted to fit with her blue scheme. To top the whole thing off, Aqua wore red, fingerless gloves over her clawed hands, the color of the eyes of ancient beast Nidorina.

Well, Aqua was dressed for the job and personality in Ino’s vision.

“Shikamaru, bring out Umbreon and help us,” Ino commanded. “Come on, Lopunny’s my strongest and she still needs more help than Aqua!”

“Rinaaaaaa…!” Aqua growled with a clenched fist, already not liking the two wild Pokemon before her.

“Ino, I really don’t think you should try to catch those—” Hinata was cut off. Shikamaru had his hand on her shoulder, and they looked knowingly into each other’s eyes. “Nah, I think she needs to have her ass kicked by those wild Pokemon. It’ll do Ino some good to be totally owned, once again.”

Hinata turned her head back to Ino and the Pokemon and tried to hide a smile. The last time Ino had gotten “owned,” she had been fighting Hinata and Blue-eyes, Hinata’s Wartortle. Tatiana, Ino’s Persian, hadn’t stood a chance. Even if Tatiana and Blue-eyes were the same level, or near the same level, it wouldn’t have mattered. Tatiana simply wasn’t as skilled a fighter as Blue-eyes, and Ino just wasn’t as good a trainer as Hinata. The battle was over before it started, a fact Ino probably hadn’t realized when she challenged her friend.

“Well, I’m gonna help her, then!” Naruto cried, reaching for a Pokeball from his black belt. “Beat that Raichu into the ground, Ampharos!” The Pokeball opened and let loose a flying, shapeless piece of white matter that took the form of a tall, long-legged, female Ampharos.

Ampharos was a humanoid, and Naruto’s was possibly one of the tallest existing. At five feet and eleven inches, Ampharos was one hella tall girl. Her hair waspale golden-blonde and held in a high ponytail like Ino’s, yet only half as long. Her eyes were red and devious-looking, complementing the two strange yellow-and-black striped Ampharos ears on the top of her head as well as the red gem on her forehead. The long tail that poked out from over the top of her golden jeans was striped yellow and black with a little red orb on its end, and this orb gave off light. Ampharos’s outfit was a white tanktop complete with golden jeans, quite typical for an Ampharos.

“Ros! Ros!” Ampharos cried, smashing her fists together excitedly and swishing her thick tail. Sakura regarded the electric Pokemon with interest lighting her emerald eyes: this Pokemon might actually be something of a match for her speed.

“Get the Raichu, Ampharos,” Naruto commanded, pointing an accusing finger at the Pokemon. “Body Slam!”

Sakura grinned and her fists clenched with excitement when the tall Pokemon began dashing at her, at surprising speed. She jumped a few feet into the air and with her feet off the ground she seemed to fly towards Sakura. The Raichu started with shock, realizing the Ampharos was even faster than it looked to be. She dodged the Body Slam and the Ampharos’s freakishly heavily body slammed down on her foot, which couldn’t get out of the way in time.

“Rai-chuuu!” Sakura screeched. Kiba barked in surprise and ran over to her, helping her stand. The Arcanine’s eyes turned furious and his tail and ears bristled as his Raichu friend glared and sparked. He opened his mouth and hissed; a little orange fireball sparked and grew brighter and bigger in front of him.

“It’s an Ember attack, get outta the way!” Naruto cried. He dodged into the bushes, grabbing Hinata and Shikamaru as he went. Ino stood, feeling the Ember would attack her Pokemon and not her, and was thusly unafraid. Kiba stood up and helped Sakura stand. With his hand in hers he hissed again and the sound grew lower and more and more threatening. Aqua lashed her short tail as quickly as she could, standing her ground while Lopunny stood up.

“Ar-ca!” The fireball shot away from Kiba’s mouth and blasted over to Aqua. The Nidorina’s big, blue spiny ears shot up in fear and she moved away just in time. The fireball landed on the ground and burned a hole into the ground.

Ino, with her fists girlishly covering her mouth, trembled. The Ember had landed less than three from from her. Naruto, with his eyes still staring at the wounded earth, walked up to Ino and said, “Ampharos…Focus Punch.”

Ampharos, with much more enthusiasm than her trainer, ran at Raichu with a raised fist that glowed silvery-brown. Arcanine ran at her, intercepting, and turned his head down. The top of his head was aimed at Ampharos. The electric Pokemon grunted in surprise, she’d have to hti the Arcanine and not the Raichu.

Ampharos’s hard fist slammed into Kiba’s head, and both the two Pokemon yelled aloud. Kiba took a step back and Ampharos was thrown all the way back to Naruto’s feet by some invisible force. It was the force of Kiba’s Skull Bash attack. His head now bleeding, Kiba ran at Ampharos with embers spearing from his mouth in a threatening preview of his Flamethrower attack. He started his own battle with Naruto and Ampharos.

At this, Ino collected herself and began jumping up and down again. “Aqua, use your Toxic. Lopunny, help her with Mirror Coat!”

Lopunny stood, finally free of the pain of Sakura’s previous Thunderbolt, and ran alongside Aqua as they headed for the Raichu. Aqua drew in a deep breath while Lopunny held her hands out. A silver sphere grew around the two female Pokemon. Sakura lashed her tail angrily. Mirror Coat was a tough move to get through, no matter what Pokemon used it. Aqua then spat an ugly purple liquid from her mouth. It moved right through Lopunny’s Mirror Coat with evilly quick speed. Sakura was hit on her left leg and staggered back three steps. Lopunny and Aqua were still coming at her.

“Now Pound and Double Kick!” Ino screamed.

Sparks dancing around her, Sakura dodged the hits from Lopunny and the kicks from Aqua the Nidorina. The Toxic, which hadn’t hurt but would slowly drain her of energy, would cause her to pass out if she didn’t defeat these two Pokemon soon.

With a determined growl of, “Raichu, Rai Rai!” Sakura let fly one of her own punches: A Mega Punch. Unfortunate Lopunny was hit right on her bare stomach. The Pokemon’s great, long ears trembled with pain and the force of the punch threw her far back into the trees. There wasn’t even a doubt that she’d lost the fight and fainted. Only Aqua was left now.

The Nidorina’s eyes went wide and her ears turned back with fear. The protective Mirror Coat was gone now. Out of nowhere the Nidorina was tackled by Kiba, who sunk his fangs into her arm with a Bite attack.

Kiba’s eyes caught Sakura’s and he grinned at much as he could with Aqua’s skinny arm in his mouth. The Raichu grinned and swished her tail. Little gold sparks appeared and danced around it. Aqua tried and failed to free herself from Kiba’s fangs, and watched with horror widening her red eyes as electricity sparked around the Raichu. Sakura began walking backwards. Aqua screeched and used Double-edge. Kiba was hit twice in the gut with Aqua’s free arm. He grunted but held fast as Sakura ran at them, a golden field surrounding her. It was Volt Tackle.

Kiba pulled his fangs away and dodged at the last second. Aqua was hit head-on. For a second, time seemed to stop as the gold, electric force field touched Aqua’s torso. Then she screamed as the electricity pounded her body and lit up the scene. She flew backward and slammed into Ino and Naruto. Kiba, feeling mischievous, walked towards the trainers. With every step he sped up, and Ino and Naruto moved away. Ino fumbled with her Pokeball to return to injured Aqua, but she wasn’t nearly fast enough. Aqua was hit with Kiba’s Take Down and slammed down into the ground. Kiba jumped away and went back to his friend’s side, giggling childishly.

The battle was actually over now. Ino, sobbing, returned Aqua to her Pokeball and hooked it back onto her belt. Tears in her eyes, yet glaring, she stared at the two wild Pokemon. “You freaking brats! Next time I come up this mountain you’ll be sorry you ever touched Aqua and Lopunny. Enjoy your days as wild animals. You’ll be in these two Pokeballs soon enough and to make sure you know you’re my Pokemon,” she smiled near insanely, “I’ll give you two new names.”

Stomping away into the woods, everyone stared after her.

“I’m surprise she didn’t use Blackberries and Tatiana.” Hinata commented softly. Turning to the wild Pokemon, Shikamaru waved a hand. “Sorry, dudes. Ino gets her mind set on stupid goals all the time. Sorry for taking up your time. Have a nice life and enjoy your day and stuff.” Still waving a hand, he turned and followed Ino. Hinata, and the dizzy and slightly injured Naruto, followed after him.

Huffing and hissing irritably, the two Pokemon turned their backs on the retreating trainers and walked with twitching tails and ears back to their Tropius corpse.

“Damn humans,” Kiba muttered, throwing a final glance back in their direction. “Always gotta fuck up everything. Even breakfast.”

Sakura’s silence and narrowed green eyes were enough to tell him that she agreed. “Let’s just skin this thing and forget about it. They won’t be back here anytime soon.”

That was what Sakura said about six seconds before a Turtwig came running through the woods, straight for them. It smelled like the purple-haired girl who’d been with the bitchy blonde girl. It must have been hers. Turtwigs were humanoids like your average Pokemon, and this one was no different. He appeared to be a young brunette human, about twelve years old, with eyes so dark brown they were nearly black. The only sign that showed he wasn’t human was the little, two-leafed twig growing out of the top of his head. That, complemented by his green, brown-sleeved jacket and mud-brown shorts, showed the boy was truly a Pokemon.

“Help, help me! There’s a—there’s a—there’s a monster!” He pointed one slim hand back over to the tree line where he’d just run out from. Kiba and Sakura could already hear it. Something huge was coming towards them. Running. Knocking trees down. Stomping bushes. Making humans and Pokemon scream.

“It…it just dropped out of the sky like a meteor or something…Hinata said ‘help, help,’ and I heard you guys fighting from inside my Pokeball and…so…I came and I thought you would…” Poor Turtwig had lost his courage. He could feel the power emanating from these two Pokemon. He could tell the power-feeling from the feeling of the wind. They were at least thrice as powerful as him, and, according to logic, if the monster was destroying their home, they would have to help. Well, that’s what Hinata’s young Turtwig was hoping.

Then it came.

First, there was the screaming and yelping Pokemon trainers: Purple-Hair, Mellow, Loud Blonde and the “nameless” blonde boy. Speeding through the bushes, they ran towards the wild Pokemon with their heads turned fearfully back to the woods, expecting the monster to burst out and kill them.

They stopped just a few feet away from the Arcanine and Raichu. Before they could explain—not that they would have the breath or will do explain anyway—the trees that lined the lake clearing shook and a gigantic, winged Pokemon showed its grey head. Its head moved up and it took tree branches and bushes and wildlife with it, for it was nearly as tall as the trees themselves. When it stood in its own little destruction-made clearing, they could actually see what kind of Pokemon it was.

An Aerodactyl. Live, un-extinct, and looking particularly hungry.

Aerodactyl, you may be thinking, is not a humanoid Pokemon. Its species was one of the few that Madara’s great magic didn’t effect. It was not a human-like form that had torn up the trees. It was a huge, dinosaur-like bird, at least fifteen feet tall and longer than it was tall. Its head was longer than Kiba was tall, its wingspan nearly twice its height. It turned savage red eyes down at them all, screeching, “Ae-ro-oo-oo!”

Ino screamed and fumbled at her belt, feeling around for a Pokeball. “Stop that!” Shikamaru cried. “Maybe we can…maybe it’ll…go away?” The statement was quite stupid; Aerodactyl clearly saw them, was intrigued and likely hungered, and was not going away soon.

“Chu!” Sakura hissed. Her body glowed with electricity and a bolt of lightning, a Thunderbolt, shot from her body to the giant Pokemon. The attack hit Aerodactyl right in the chest. It took a few steps back and licked the bleeding wound, but after ten seconds or so, it appeared to be uninjured. Sakura’s ears drew back fearfully.

Hinata thought of commanding Turtwig to use Razor Leaf or Bullet Seed, as those grass attacks would have a much better effect on Aerodactyl, who was part rock-type. But then again, Turtwig was only level 20. To be that huge, this Aerodactyl must be old, and with age came experience. Battle experience. A high level. Great battle attacks. Turtwig’s attack wouldn’t help much no matter the species; he was just no match.

The Aerodactyl turned its head away from them all, looking back down the mountain. Kiba, Sakura and Turtwig all raised their heads; they could hear someone coming. A person. The Aerodactyl’s trainer. (Asking the trainer how they got an Aerodactyl, an extinct Pokemon, was the farthest thing from their minds at that point.

The Aerodactyl’s eyes brightened with cheer as a, “Bite!” was heard echoing in the air. A male, a young one, not much older than any of Shikamaru’s group, it seemed, owned this Pokemon. It was obeying. It looked to the wild Pokemon and the four trainers again, flapped its wings once to become airborne, and descended down. The Tropius corpse was forgotten. Everyone dashed out of the way and the Aerodactyl ended up scooping lakeshore pebbles and the Tropius into its mouth. It tossed up the corpse and caught it in its mouth, swallowed, and smiled.

“It ate our freaking breakfast?!” Kiba cried indignantly. Of course, all the humans heard—excluding Shikamaru—was, “Nine, Arcanine?!”

They saw the silhouette of a person flying on a Pokemon, a smaller one, above the hovering Aerodactyl. It was a long-haired blonde, male from what the earlier “bite,” command had told them. He was clothed in a black raincoat and rode upon the back of a Pidgeot. Pidgeot was a humanoid Pokemon, but often taller and larger than most humans, so it was an easy feat to ride the tan-winged flying Pokemon.

The Pidgeot was a female, the curves and lean body told that, and she was a much darker blonde than her trainer, clothed in a red tanktop and tan-and-black long pants. Two black lines ran down her cheeks from the edges of her eyes, a Pidgeot trait, and her hair had two red streaks, also a trait of her kind. She looked absolutely delighted the see her Aerodactyl friend scaring the hell out of the trainers and two wild creatures.

“So that’s what you were going after!” the blonde exclaimed, laughing. “Well, hell, they’re still living here, mm? Goddamn! Let’s see how good they’ve gotten, Aerodactyl!” His giant Pokemon nodded enthusiastically, and when his trainer cheerily commanded, “Try a Take Down,” it obeyed without question.

It swooped down to Kiba and Sakura, who yelped with surprise and began running along the lakeshore to escape. The Aerodactyl gave chase, showing its razor-sharp teeth as it flew closer and closer to the ground. At last it twisted and aimed to hit Kiba with its shoulder and missed. With his clever thinking Kiba had guessed just when the huge dinosaur-bird would hit him, and jumped away. Aerodactyl ended up skidding and landing most uncomfortably on the ground, grumbling and coughing away the dust it had thrown up.

The blonde trainer was not amused as he sat on his Pidgeot, watching the battle from afar. “Ancientpower!” he screeched.

Aerodactyl lifted its great head and its wings, but didn’t flap. No, it slammed the wings down onto the ground with a great rumble, and roared out loud. For a moment, nothing happened, and then stones were ripping out of the ground and being hurled into the air by an invisible force. The blonde trainer stayed well out of range.

Sakura and Kiba deftly dodged the large chunks of falling earth and collaborated on a battle plan every second they stood still and could hear each other. After nearly a minute of painstakingly dodging the falling stones, they began jumping atop them. When a stone nearly flattened them both, they leaped and jumped on top of it, and jumped on top of the nearest one, and the next and the next until they were so very high in the air that no rocks would or could hit them.

Aerodactyl stared up at them, standing on that rock falling to earth, and flapped up to rip them from their post with its own teeth. It opened its mouth, ready to chomp the Raichu and the Arcanine, when said two Pokemon unleashed twin attacks of immense strength.

Kiba took in a deep and fast breath, deep as his lungs would hold. Less than half a second later, he was blowing forth a mass of fire larger than his own body, shooting the red, flaming fireball straight for the Aerodactyl. This was Kiba’s very own Fire Blast.

At the same time, Sakura’s body, only for a moment, was alight with electricity, and then a lightning bolt as thick as a tree trunk was speeding its crackly way over to Aerodactly. It was her Thunder attack.

The attacks were surely sights to see. Our four (oh so heroic) trainers were star-struck and completely awed.

Unsuspecting, the once-extinct Pokemon was hit with both attacks right in the face, and stopped not three meters away from its prey. While Kiba and Sakura’s rock hit the ground and they jumped off swiftly, Aerodactyl however in the air and howled its pain. It’s whole body sparked visibly with horrible, golden electricity and its head was completely aflame.

The blonde trainer and the Pidgeot began panicking. He fumbled with some kind of ball and returned the injured Pokemon. It glowed red and melted back into the ball, high up in the air. The trainer’s exclamation of, “Fuck!” could be heard for several miles. He tapped his Pidgeot twice, and she nodded, hovering lower and lower, until they were both close enough for their details to be seen.

The Pidgeot was larger than she had seemed from far off, and was more than likely a freaky strong and high-leveled one. While still retaining feminine beauty, her arms and wings clearly showed muscle trained from years of fights and flights, and her eyes glowed with an evil, hating fire.

Her trainer, riding on her back, was definitely a male. His hair was absurdly long, tied up into an even more absurd yet strangely attractive style much like Ino’s. It was a style that covered one of the trainer’s vibrant blue eyes and left the other to bore holes into his glare. The black raincoat he wore didn’t cover his ripped blue jeans, nor or the third Pokeball he held in his left hand, nor his combat boots.

“Consider this a warning!” It was Shikamaru who sensed that this statement was directed at all of them, not just the two wild Pokemon. “You won’t get another. I’ll be fucking back!”

Without another word, his Pidgeot turned and flew off, taking the blonde and the Pokeball-contained Aerodactyl with him. He was out of sight within the minute. Not ten seconds later, Kiba and Sakura turned hostile eyes on the four trainers.

“Arcanine, Arcanine.” Kiba snarled, showing his fangs.

Sakura’s tail lashed dangerously. “Raichu. Rai, Rai.”

Shikamaru stepped back, pushing Naruto with him. “Come on. They want us out.” Ino looked completely shocked. “What?! Shikamaru, I’m capturing them! We’re not going back!” As if to prove herself, she took out a Pokeball, tapped it and smirked. Within this ball was Blackberries, her Bayleef, and Ino was still quite foolishly believing she had a chance at being the wild Pokemon and catching them for herself.

“You’re not catching anything,” Hinata said, her sudden voice sounding ominous. “Unless you want to get fried. Come on! That man could be back any second with friends or more Pokemon.” She grasped Naruto’s hand and began pulling the bemused boy into the woods without so much as a glance back.

Disturbed at her sudden outburst, Shikamaru and Ino followed without question, the latter giving a last, longing look to the two lovely-looking Pokemon before she caught up with her friends.

“I’ll just capture them later,” Ino huffed, staring straight ahead into the forest. “They’ll be mine soon.”

“And a Charizard evolves into Chansey,” Shikamaru muttered.

“Heh?”

“You want to go out and eat when we get back to Belkién?”

“Hell yeah!”

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End.

Yeah.

Grand, Long Pokemon Battle! Inspired by my recent adventures on Pokemon Red, which I must play like mad so I can trade an Aerodactyl and Eevee and Omanyte and a bunch of evolving stones and many other things over to my Crystal. I hope you enjoyed this. I loved them battle scenes, especially making Ino lose so hard.

Well…I have no other comments right now. I may add some later. But for now, I’ve got some Airborne to write. (This and Airborne are both keeping my interest lately. Thank god.)

Ta…Storm