Pokemon Peridot

A Mission, Received!

His name was Flyy Bazu. He lived in Cherrygrove City, Johto. Flyy was pretty average really. He was fourteen; he got good grades at school. Like every other kid his age, he had just one dream; he wanted to be a master of Pokemon!

But, like most kids a lot younger than him (Note From Author: and like most other characters in my fanfics), he lacked a Pokemon. That might have lagged him back, just a little bit, OK, a lot!

It wasn't a matter of not being able to afford one, just, well, not being aloud one. Flyy didn't know what one he wanted, just that he wanted one. His mum always said that he couldn't care for one.

His dad worked nights, he never told Flyy and his mum exactly what he did, but he slept all day, so they didn't really see him. Flyy reckoned that he would have gotten him a Pokemon, well, he did...

(Note From Author: I can see you're getting a little bit confused so I'll just start this story from the very beginning, a month after Flyy's fourteenth birthday...)

***

Flyy's dad coming to bed woke him up. But he came to his room before he physically went to bed.

'Good night, Flyy' he said.

'Dad, it's morning, remember?'

'Sorry, I forget I'm like an owl' he chuckled. 'Listen,' he continued. 'I want you to wait up for me tonight. I'm going to go to work, but then come home at about ten, OK?' Flyy just nodded. 'Good, I have a big surprise for you.' That's when he left.

***

It was Saturday, so Flyy stayed at home, naturally. It took a while for ten o'clock to come. Sure enough though, after the long wait, his dad managed to show up. He was the night guard at the lab in New Bark Town, as far as Flyy and his mum knew.

'Hi, son.'

'Hi, dad' Flyy said drowsily.

'Look alive, Flyy!' he whispered. He scowled at him. It wasn't Flyy's fault he was normal and slept at night. Then he wondered about the surprise. Before he could even open his mouth to ask, Flyy's dad read his mind. 'Now, my surprise. I can't tell you where I got it, and if anyone asks, I didn't give this to you, OK.'

'You're making this "surprise" sound like its illegal' Flyy teased. Hid dad just stared looked over his head, through the window.

'I packed a bag for you this morning.'

'Why am I going to need a bag? And what is this surprise?'

'The surprise is on the bag, not in, on. It might not want to stay in its casing, it's a tricky bugger.' Flyy still didn't know what exactly what he meant until he carried on. 'You are going to run away. The surprise is a Pokemon, your own Pokemon, Flyy!' he smiled.

'Dad, you're more kicking me out than me running away! Where am I going to go? Who am I going to go with?'

'My co-worker, Monica Clarkson, she had her daughter, Kim, run away recently. She couldn't find her anywhere. You are going to find her.' Flyy stared at him in disbelief. He told him that he didn't even know what she looked like, but he just didn't understand.

'She has a brother, Falkner. He lives in Violet City. Apparently, she said something about that after she had an argument with Monica. I hear she's pretty too.' He raised an eyebrow, and Flyy blushed.

***

So that was the night Flyy got told to run away. His dad told him to run in the morning, so he got some sleep, but only until about five. When Flyy awoke, he grabbed the PokeBall, grabbed his backpack, and took off. His dad wasn't due home until about seven, so he was safe.

He didn't even look inside the PokeBall until he was in the forest. Flyy sat down on his backpack, and took the red and grey ball from his belt clip. He then made a den of sticks so that it couldn't run away from him straight away. But then a jolt of panic ran through him. What if was a Machop or Makuhita? It could destroy the den with the minimum of effort.

It might be a Diglett. That could just burrow its way out! He then shook those thoughts from his brown-haired head. A first Pokemon doesn't run away, it was said that partners are destined for each other.

He took a deep breath, and pressed the circular button on the PokeBall...

***

A long way away, D.I Smith of Goldenrod Police Force was sitting at his PC. There were a few emails, nothing special really. He turned the monitor off and switched on the TV on the wall. It was a big one, forty-two inches of High Definition quality. D.I Smith put it on mute, then turned to his partner in crime, crime prevention that is.

Sleuth was a Luxio; a loyal, strong one at that. He lay under Smith's desk at his feet and growled slightly as he was dreaming. Small charges of electricity were being emitted from its tail, but they weren't powerful enough to hurt anyone.

Smith carried on staring at the TV. It was six o'clock, so the news was on. He unmated it as a story came on that looked interesting to him.

'...the night guards are baffled. They have continuously checked any possible entrances, windows and doors, but have found no way of getting in or out. Mr. Bazu, the head of security at the lab, had this to say.'

The picture changed and showed a man with cropped brown hair in a guard's uniform. 'Everyone here is baffled. We have not yet discovered what Pokemon has been stolen exactly, but we are pretty sure that we can get it back.'

The picture then changed again, back to the woman at the desk at the news studio. 'This is a terrible occurrence, who would steal a Pokemon? To help answer this question in detail, I have psychiatrist Paul Williamson. So, Paul...' Smith muted it again, then looked down at his ever-faithful Sleuth.

'Sleuth,' he said, making the electric-type jump. 'We leave for New Bark immediately. A Pokemon has been stolen, and we are going to recover it.'

Sleuth made a twitching motion with his head in response. He and D.I. Smith had been together since he had been hatched as a Shinx, back when Smith was only eight years old, as opposed to his twenty-eight now.

Smith's hair had greyed somewhat over the twenty ears over the stress of police work, but he still had the same kind face and sparkling blue eyes. Sleuth looked up to him, and Smith respected Sleuth. It was a perfect partnership.

Together they had solved many crimes, ranging from shoplifting to hostage situations, and they had never let one case slip, so this latest theft shouldn't be too hard, Smith hoped...

***

Flyy's face lit up as he saw the Pokemon form right in front of him. Even in the night he could see the fur glistening, the static coursing through its fur like in the Kanto Power Plant. Its fur was green, with yellow streaks running from its nose to its tail in lightning bolt like patterns. The blue crackling of static was the only thing that broke the silence.

Flyy daren't touch the sleeping Electrike. The dog-like electric Pokemon didn't even acknowledge Flyy's existence. Flyy had been thinking of a name, but hadn't come up with one, until know.

Tick seemed appropriate because that were what sounds the static made, so Flyy stuck with the name Tick.

Flyy let out a sudden cough accidentally and Tick's eyes shot open. He jumped up in the blink of an eye and began to crackle and growl. Flyy backed away slowly against the fragile wall of the den.

Tick didn't move a muscle, just his glaring eyes.

Flyy withdrew Tick's PokeBall and was about to press the button when a sudden bolt of electricity struck the ball and it flew from Flyy's hand, disintegrating in midair. Flyy yet out a gasp and moved against the wall, causing a stick to roll out from the bottom.

'Oh, no...'

Episode Two Coming Soon...

Author - Bazu Azurill

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