Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Painful Memories ❯ I.D. ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: Dis…Claimer. You figure it out. Li'l and Luke are M-I-N-E mine! sheilds Li'l and luke from the horribibble people trying to claim them Oh, "Horribibble" belongs to our beloved T-I-doubble "GUH"-Err. However, If I DID own PokeMoN… I'd torture Misty and Delia because they made Ash think in his evil ways, I'd force Jessie and James to admit their true feelings, I'd Make Brock and Mime-ie do house-work , I'd send Brock, Richie, Ash, and Togepi to shrinks, I'd give Togepi to it's rightful owner, Meowth, I'd try to keep Lucie's freakin' hands off Gary, I'd ACTUALLY LET OUR TRIO BE SUCCESFUL EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE, ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY ARE SUCCESSFUL WITH, SAY, A COOKIE STAND, IN AN EPISODE IN ONE LANGUAGE, AND A FAILURE WITH IT IN THE NEXT (Yes, Enlish Translators, that means you! >__<), and many more things I don't quite have time to list. Oh! I'd also marry Mondo! ^__^ But I don't own it cries…

Authors Note: Sorry! Spent too much effort on the Disclaimer sweatdrops…

Chapter 2:

I.D.

"Can I put EOWT in the back?" asked Li'l.

"Sure."

Li'l brought out one of her own designs of a Pokèball and released her Meowth.

"How `bout ITUN?"

"Just put `em all out."

"Won't fit. OOTH'll have to fly along."

"Whatever."

Li'l sent out ITUN, her newly acquired Lickitung rescued from some abusive brat named Benny or something, ARBO, her Arbok, OOTH, her Noctowl, and OBBU, her Wobbuffet. These were her favorite PokèMoN species. Why you ask? Jessie, James, and Meowth were her idols. Jessie was tough and pretty, James was strong and HOT, and Meowth was a smart-assed cutie. Who wouldn't love `em? It was rumored they were secretly the boss's favorites. Really he's a nice guy.

EOWT was in Li'l's lap, purring. She bent over and kissed his charm. "Cutie."

"So," Li'l asked, "How're we getting there? Diglett's Cave?"

"Li'l! You can't take a car through Diglett's Cave!"

"Oh. Then how're we going? Pewter, Cerulean, Saffron, and Lavender?"

"Yeah."

"Kay."

"Li'l!" Luke said after a while, "Get down!"

"Luke-."

"Li'l!" he hissed, "I am so dead serious it is not even funny! You don't have any I.D.!"

"No. I don't."

"Then get down!"

"Whatever."

Li'l moved down out of sight. They drove up to the top of the hill they were on and down to an Officer Jenny.

"Identification?"

Luke handed her a piece of paper.

"Indago League I.D.?"

"Mmmm-hmmm."

"Luke, 20 years old. Green hair. Brown eyes…yeah, this is you, kid. Go."

When they were out of Jenny's sight, Li'l reappeared.

"Indago League? You're just full of surprises, huh?"

"Guess so."

"Li'l?"

"Yeah."

"What happened to your parents?"

"Well," she said, "Momma was a semi-elite, Daddy an elite. She died giving birth."

"And your dad?"

"He's dead. He was abusive, but I think he got saved like I told him to. I think he's in heaven."

"How `bout you?"

"My dad's an elite on assignment in Cinnabar."

"Cool. How much more time `til we're there?"

"We're only in Pewter, Li'l!"

"Whatever."

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