Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Painted Smiles ❯ Chapter 7

And… another chapter!

Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics for pokespeech! Red = Ash

Chapter 7

 

< Why me? > That was the first question out of Ash's mouth - er, his head. * I mean, I bet there's a lot more qualified people out there… *

Mew waited patiently as Ash tried to sort through his confused thoughts. He had absolutely no idea what was going on….

Why him?

 

< Um… exactly what are you asking of me? > He queried.

Mew laughed. < Wise of you to ask. It is a difficult task. You must steal the dragon blades from the museum of pokemon artifacts in Goldenrod. >

Ash blinked. < What?! >

< You are going there tomorrow, are you not? >

< Yes, but-! I can't just steal things! How do I even know you're really mew! This could be a trap! >

Mew sighed. This human was far too wary for his own good. He needed more ebullience at his age… of course, having an insane father could put a damper on things.

< What do you want me to do in order to prove my identity? >

< Transform into my mom. >

Mew shrugged and transformed into Cynthia.

< Now… show me a Water Gun and a Flamethrower. >

Mew complied, wondering where this was going.

Ash sighed. < I guess you're real. What if I say no? >

< It's your choice, but… >

< But? >

< Let's just say Team Rocket will take over the world… >

 

< But why me? Oneesan is a much better psychic than I am! >

< Er… we specifically need a boy for this job. >

< Huh? >

< It's complicated. >

< Wait… > Ash frowned. < Does this have anything to do with sex? >

Mew choked. < No! >

< I'll think about it. >

< Three days to get our answer, Red. > Mew said before vanishing.

 

The next day, Red took the Magnet Train to Goldenrod in a pensive mood. Sure, saving the world were a good thing, but stealing to do it? What if he got caught?

On the other hand, he was a psychic…

But so was his sister! And she might turn him in to the police! If she did, his mom would be so disappointed! And he probably couldn't explain….

Why was life so complicated?

It wasn't fair!

Just in case though, he decided to check out the Goldenrod City Museum.

 

It was very large, five stories high. He paid the $7 entrance fee and went inside. On the first floor, there were paintings of pokemon.

He admired a glossy portrait of a Skitty, gaped at a picture of a naked woman, wondering who put that up, and found himself in a room full of flowers.

Well… they were artificial flowers that looked real.

“Sugoi…”

He would have touched them, but they were all in sterile glass containers. Pity.

Well, what now?

He still wanted to explore.

 

In another room, there were, to his disgust, stuffed pokemon. As in real live pokemon filled with cotton and their outer skins and bones preserved.

Disgusting!

Sure, it might be for the benefit of science, but those poor pokemon, denied a burial…and instead, put on exhibition!

He briskly strode from that room, not wanting to see more.

 

On the second floor there was an Egyptian exhibit, which he skipped, along with some Greco-roman art.

The third floor held Ancient Chinese and Byzantium exhibits.

On the fourth floor, he found what he was looking for. The dragon blades lay neatly in a display case, a sign proclaiming them as having been found in a cave in Houen. Interesting…

That wasn't a problem, but…

When he had learned that he was stealing blades, he had assumed maybe a sword and a few daggers…

However, this exhibit was huge! There were at least a hundred of those shiny metal objects in there! How would he sneak it out?

Could he teleport anything that big?

 

Well, all right. Maybe he didn't need to teleport the trays and table and placards as well, but still, all those objects would be a pain to keep track of... unless he put them in a bag or something, but he'd need a large bag.

Hmmm…

Wait! He was actually considering theft? Bad Red! He thwacked himself mentally.

 

Where was Neechan? Oh yes, Sabrina was visiting Morty in Ecruteak. Hmm… maybe she liked him and not this Will?

How interesting! But then again, Ash felt that he was still much too young to date. Besides, most girls were annoying, like Misty…and Giselle…

Erika was okay though, but those perfume-wearing idiots at her gym were annoying!

He hadn't met that many other girls, except for Jessie. Speaking of Team Rocket, they hadn't bothered him in a while…

That was a good thing.

 

“Prepare for Trouble!”

Maybe Team Rocket was psychic, but why were they in a museum?

He crept downstairs to take a look…

They were stealing the stuffed pokemon! Well, he didn't want to interfere, but he probably should…

Odd that there weren't any other people in the museum…

“Go! Pikachu!”

Pikachu used Thunderwave, paralyzing Team Rocket. Maybe they weren't looking for him after all, but still…

When the police arrived, they carted out TR and thanked Ash for his help. Ash accepted Officer Jenny's thanks, feeling guilty.

If only she knew what he was planning… it would make Team Rocket's attempts look like nothing.

No regrets though…

It was time to act.

< I'll do it. >

 

 

End Chapter

Completed 2/18/05

Whee!

Lance: *sighs*

Ash: What's going on?

Lance: Can't you recognize the signs?

Pika-chan: ^-^