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Nobunaga walked into the Pokémon Center, his mind set on the next steps of his Pokémon journey. But first, he had a different task to attend to. Approaching the counter, he addressed a weary-looking intern who seemed to be barely keeping his eyes open.
"Excuse me, where is the communication room?"
The intern, too tired to muster more than a basic response, merely yawned and pointed towards a door on the far side of the room. Nobunaga noted the direction with a nod of thanks.
"Can you also check if my Pokémon are, okay?"
The intern watched as Nobunaga walked away, then turned his attention back to the Pokéballs laid out before him. He picked them up, his movements sluggish, his mind wandering to his mother's words when he had chosen this career path. "Go be a medical professional, it will be good," she had said, "it will bring respect to the household." The intern scoffed quietly to himself, muttering under his breath, "My ass."
Despite his grumblings, the intern started the process of checking the health of the Pokémon. His hands, though tired, were practiced and precise as he placed each Pokéball into the healing machine. The soft hum and glow of the machine brought a brief respite to his weariness, reminding him of the importance of his job—even if the respect he'd been promised felt far away at moments like these.
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Nobunaga wasn't expecting the voice of a teenage girl to greet him when he dialed Gary's number.
"E-Excuse me, but can I talk to Gary?"
"Oh, like, totally, he's caught up in a Gym Battle against Brock right now, so what's the 411?" the girl replied, her tone casual. She introduced herself as Amanda.
"Well, once Gary is done, tell him I want to talk."
"Hey, girlfriend, who ya gabbing with?" Another girl suddenly flashed onto the screen, leaning into view with a playful smirk. "Oh snap, I thought it was your main squeeze," she teased, giggling.
Nobunaga's cheeks turned a shade of pink at those words.
"Jessica!" Amanda chided, nudging her friend aside with her elbow. The screen wobbled as she adjusted it back to focus on herself. Nobunaga remembered seeing this group of girls with Gary when they had battled.
"Hey, why are you hanging with Gary?"
"Oh, we're hitting up his concert in Cerulean City, and Gary was all stoked to cover our trip if we played his cheerleaders and entourage."
"What about the car?"
"That's our wheels. You don't seriously think we'd let a ten-year-old drive, do ya?" Amanda laughed.
"But you're cool just mooching off him?"
"Hey, he was all about having these babes on board," Amanda shot back, moving the camera to show five gorgeous girls striking poses. The sounds of a Pokémon battle played in the background. "To make everyone wicked jealous."
"Right," Nobunaga elongated the word as he scratched his nose, clearly confused.
"Just tell Gary I wanted to talk."
"Sure thing, dude."
Just as Nobunaga was about to end the call, Amanda's voice chimed in with a cheerful burst, "Yo, Gary just wrapped up his battle. You wanna chat now?"
"Of course, that's why I called."
"You're never gonna snag a honey with that vibe, dude," Amanda teased, a playful smirk curling her lips.
Nobunaga gave Amanda a dry look, clearly not in the mood for banter. Catching the hint, Amanda quickly softened, chuckling, "Chill, dude, I'm just messin' with you."
Turning away from the screen for a moment, Amanda shouted over her shoulder, "Hey, Gary, this rad samurai cosplayer dude wants to yak with you."
"Oh, that must be Nobunaga," Gary's voice responded, and soon his face appeared on the screen. Nobunaga blinked, surprised and somewhat flattered that Gary had remembered his name.
"Hey there, Nobunaga, right?"
"Yeah, and I know it's past the deadline but I battled all the trainers from Pallet Town, especially Austin."
"Who?" Gary looked genuinely confused.
"The trainer with the Pikachu."
"Oh, you mean Ash," Gary corrected him with a slight chuckle, assuming a simple mix-up of names.
Nobunaga's frown deepened. He was quite sure the boy's name was Austin, not Ash. "Okay, so just tell me your bank account number and I'll wire you the money," Gary said, brushing past the confusion with a wave of his hand.
"Oh, it's... Wait, you're paying me?"
"Of course, you held your end of the bargain, I'll hold up mine."
"But what about the deadline?"
"What about it? You were in Viridian Forest, and knowing Ash's slow speed, I'm surprised you only missed the deadline by a day. So, how much do I owe you?"
"25,000."
"What?!" Gary practically shouted, his voice echoing slightly in the gym behind him.
"You must be wrong," Gary stammered, his forehead creasing as he tried to process the sum.
"No, you promised me if I beat a trainer from Pallet Town with a Pikachu, I get 20k, and if I battle the trainers from Pallet, I get 5k, and if I beat them, 10k. I'm sure you can do the math."
Gary facepalmed.
He had indeed said those words in the heat of the moment, and now with everyone from the gym leader to the girls watching, he knew he had to pay up or risk his reputation plummeting.
"Fine, just tell me your account number. I'll wire you the money," Gary said with a forced smile, trying to find a silver lining in this expensive cloud. At least among all the trainers from Pallet, only Ash had been defeated by the "samurai boy."
As Nobunaga recited his bank details, Gary nodded.
As soon as the screen went black, Nobunaga released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. His heart raced from the adrenaline of the moment—he had just scammed Gary in the spur of the moment.
While waiting in the Pokémon Center earlier, Nobunaga had overheard conversations about trainers being rescued by Pokémon rangers from Viridian Forest—many had been injured by wild Pokémon and were now in the ICU. Even more disturbing were whispers of attacks by figures in black clothes with a distinct red 'R' emblem.
The realization hit Nobunaga hard; Austin had practically saved his life. He felt a deep sense of gratitude, a debt he felt compelled to repay, but mere prayers seemed insufficient.
When the opportunity arose as Gary agreed to pay, Nobunaga saw his chance.
Now, all he needed to do was wait for the money to arrive, then he could contact Austin and send him $15,000. He almost smiled at his cleverness until a troubling thought stopped him cold—I don't have Austin's contact info.
"Oh," Nobunaga muttered aloud, frustration creeping into his voice. He considered asking Gary for Austin's information but immediately dismissed the idea. That might risk exposing his scam.
Taking a deep breath, Nobunaga recognized that his initial plan to be a trainer in Viridian City was now derailed. He would need to travel to Pewter City to deliver the money to Austin personally. However, with Team Rocket's looming threat in the forest, a delay was inevitable. By the time it was safe to travel, Austin would likely have moved on from Pewter City.
"Looks like I'm going to be a traveling trainer," Nobunaga chuckled softly to himself, his laughter echoing slightly in the empty room.
He couldn't help but marvel at how much his life had shifted—from a humble silk farmer to a nomadic Pokémon trainer embroiled in adventures he'd never imagined.
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Hidden deep within the dense forests surrounding Viridian City, the Southern Warehouses, owned by the business tycoon Giovanni John Gotti, seemed nothing more than abandoned relics at the edge of civilization.
But beneath this guise, they harbored the secret base of Team Rocket.
Jessie, James, and Meowth treaded softly along a secluded path that carved through thick undergrowth and towering trees. The forest was alive with the chirping of pokemon and the rustling of leaves, masking their approach.
Reaching the warehouse, which looked forsaken and overgrown with vines, Jessie pressed her ID card on a rusted sign that warned of danger. The ground beneath them shuddered slightly as a section of the forest floor slid away, revealing a staircase descending into darkness. The trio quickly slipped down the stairs, the entrance closing silently above them, erasing any sign of their passage.
As they descended, the air grew cool and damp, the sounds of the forest fading into a distant memory as they found themselves in a room, dimly lit by the glow from massive screens at the front, was packed with rows of Team Rocket members. The captains, distinguished by their elaborate uniforms, stood rigidly at the front.
Suddenly, the final screen flickered to life, casting a harsh light that revealed a shadowed figure seated confidently with a Persian by his side, its regal appearance accentuated by a red jewel on its forehead. The Persian's eyes swept over the crowd with a detached air of superiority.
Alongside this central display, smaller screens dotted the wall, each showcasing the faces of the Team Rocket executives.
"Alright, let's cut to the chase. What's the status on the Eevee operation?"
The voice that shattered the silence belonged to Executive Archer, his spikey aquamarine hair and sharp teal eyes giving him an imposing look.
"Boss, we didn't get the Eevee," one of the Team Rocket captains stammered, his voice betraying a hint of fear.
"Then you ain't fit for your job," snapped Executive Arianna, her scarlet hair and matching eyes blazing.
"If there's nothing else to report, then beat it," Archer added coldly, his face stoic, while the other executives displayed a similar disinterest as the captains slowly retreated in disgrace.
Sird clicked her tongue in irritation, her frustration evident. Despite exhaustive searches, her team had come up empty-handed.
"Why don't we put it to the floor?" suggested Executive Proton, his tone almost light-hearted. His vibrant green hair seemed to catch the dim light as he addressed the crowd.
He eyed the gathered members, who now looked increasingly uneasy.
The stage was set for any grunt with information about the Eevee to step forward.
Jessie, buoyed by a surge of reckless confidence, yelled, "We have a clue on this Eevee!" James and Meowth stood beside her, their faces glistening with sweat.
"Oh!" Arianna responded with a smirk, clearly amused and somewhat impressed by Jessie's audacity. The other executives simply raised an eyebrow.
"Give the trio some room then."
At Archer's words, the crowd of Rocket members parted like the Red Sea, creating a clear path for Jessie, James, and Meowth to step forward.
Though visibly nervous, the trio mustered a brave front.
"Okay, what's this clue?"
"Meowth!" Jessie managed to squeak out, her voice strained as she felt the lump in her throat grow. She was acutely aware of the eyes of everyone on them—eyes filled with jealousy, anger, greed, and a myriad of other emotions.
Meowth, taking his cue, carefully took out a cloth and unfolded it to reveal a lock of brown fur.
"That's it."
"No, we know that the Eevee has been captured by a boy," James interjected quickly, trying to salvage their claim.
"Your proof?" Archer demanded, gesturing for one of the nearby scientists to collect the fur sample.
"While we were trying to capture Eevee, we encountered a boy who said that he fought an Eevee that was able to evolve and devolve into multiple evolutions," Jessie added, her voice steadier now.
A shockwave of murmurs rippled through the crowd, and even the executives froze, suddenly realizing why their elusive boss had placed such high importance on capturing this particular Eevee.
"You don't have the Eevee?" A deep, commanding voice sliced through the chamber, silencing the murmurs and causing every head to turn to the Big Boss.
Meowth stuttered a response, "N-No, B-B-Boss." The only sound that followed was the steady, ominous tapping of the boss's finger against his armchair. Each tap echoed ominously through the chamber, amplifying the anxiety that hung in the air.
"What did the boy look like?"
"H-He had a hand covering his face throughout the time we encountered him," Jessie managed to croak out, her voice thick with regret for stepping forward.
"Any identifiable features?" Proton pressed, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"He-he had a Rattata," James added, his voice shaky as the trio began to realize how suspicious their encounter had been.
"Why didn't you interrogate him?" Arianna demanded sharply, her impatience evident.
"We heard an Eevee's cry while we were talking, so..." Jessie trailed off, offering a weak smile.
A heavy silence fell over the room as all eyes turned toward the executives and the big boss, waiting for their judgment.
"A Rattata is a common Pokémon captured by rookie trainers but rarely by veteran trainers. Most likely, the boy would be participating in the Pokémon League, meaning he would currently be in Pewter City," The Big Boss finally spoke, his voice slicing through the silence like a sharp blade.
"Your command."
"A squad of Team Rocket is to remain searching for Eevee in Viridian Forest," the boss dictated. "A few Team Rocket members are to look in Pewter City for any trainers with an Eevee, and I want a squad to capture the route through Mount Moon. The boy will have to pass through there—it's the only route out of Pewter City—and I expect the Eevee to be captured."
"Understood."
The assembly saluted the big boss in unison, their movements crisp and disciplined.
"Now, you three, for a job well done, you deserve your reward."
The trio's faces lit up with happiness, a glimmer of hope flickering in their eyes. They straightened up, their earlier anxiety replaced by a burst of unexpected joy.
"Which of the executives wants these three?"
The trio eagerly turned their gaze to the smaller screens displaying the executives. However, none of the executives seemed impressed enough to take on the responsibility of training them. Silence fell over the room, thick and heavy.
"Shame," the boss commented dryly, as the trio's shoulders slumped, their brief spark of joy dimming.
"Executive Sabrina will take you three under her wing," the boss finally declared, his decision final as his screen went dark.
The trio looked onto the screen in shock, the youngest of all the Team Rocket executives, Sabrina sat. She was a slim young woman of medium height with long black hair styled with shorter layers around her face and small purple eyes. She glanced at the trio dismissively before snorting softly, her focus returning to her nails which she continued to file using her psychic powers on a nail filer.
"Great, now I have to babysit you three losers."
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[ Author Note:
I have a few words to say, so let's begin.
1- Nobunaga's character was more well-received than I thought, so I expanded on him, making him more morally grey in his actions, and now he has a reason to start his own journey—to repay Austin for his "kindness." What do you think of this development?
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2- Gary's red car and cheerleaders are elements that I found most confusing, considering they just disappear in the anime. I tried to add an explanation for their presence. Also, regarding the girls' dialogue, I just googled '90s slang and started writing. I liked how it turned out. What did you think about it?
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3- Giovanni John Gotti: This is going to be Giovanni's full name, referencing the real-life mobster John Gotti. He was an American mobster who became the boss of the Gambino crime family in New York City. Known as "The Teflon Don" because charges against him failed to stick on several occasions, Gotti was eventually convicted of multiple crimes including murder, racketeering, and obstruction of justice.
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4- Many of you might have not read the Pokémon Adventures manga, so let me clarify that Sabrina being a part of Team Rocket isn't a fan-made concept. In the Pokémon Adventures manga, Sabrina, Koga, and Lt. Surge are members of Team Rocket. Will Koga and Lt. Surge be part of Team Rocket in this fanfic? You'll have to find out. But what do you guys think of this development, especially the part where I hint at the upcoming confrontation between Team Rocket and Austin at Mt. Moon?
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