Disclaimer: Not mine. None of them. Not one single pokemon. They belong to gamefreak, WB, Nintendo,etc.
Chapter three: Remembrance of Music
I once again am staring at the ceiling. I just finished Poke cemetery by Stephen Seaking and my thoughts were purely morbid. Idly I speculated on how stupid the main character was and wondered what I would do in his place.
"Get up prisoner." a unfamiliar voice demanded on the outside of my door.
Undaunted and feeling lazy I snarled back, "Why?" Okay so I could have added something obscene, but my mind was elsewhere.
The door burst open revealing a large woman. She wasn't fat but she was wide. Her arms bulged slightly with muscles. For some reason her face wasn't distorted with a sneer or smirk which seemed to be the usual trademark of a rocket and it looked in a slight way, worried.
Roughly she grabbed my right arm dragging me to my feet. Jazz growled but she simply picked him up by the tail and dropped him in my arms. Sternly she looked me up and down before pulling out a blunt pair of scissors.
Before I could react she had trimmed my purple hair roughly and set me down on the bed. Then she calmly grabbed a pile of my dirty clothes and strode out the door slamming it behind her.
Dazed I fingered the ends of my newly trimmed hair and Jazz looked just as confused by what happened as I was.
Later I learned her name was Greta and she was my new keepe...I mean guard. She's really motherly. Almost stiflingly so. Still it feels nice to have someone fuss and worry over me. That's something I've missed since I left home.
*****Flashback*****
Jackki was ready to leave her hometown to go out into the wide world. She had already said good-bye to her mother and siblings and was ready to go and catch up with her friends.
She had in her pack was all the essentials her mother packed, but nestled at the bottom of the pack was her small keyboard. She loved music and wasn't about to leave her stuff behind. She also had her flute, harp, and harmonica.
Armed with her possessions and with Classical the bulbasaur by her side she was prepared. She started out strongly and as the day wore on stayed strong. When she was younger she used to find secluded spots to play her music undisturbed. She was headed for one now. She was hoping to find a vulpix or pidgy. Her luck held out because within three hours of searching she had caught both in addition to a small pikachu.
When they stopped for lunch she pulled out her instruments and began to check them for damage and cleaning them.
Curious Classical gently prodded the small harp with a vine. When the harp chimed the bulbasaur jumped back in surprise. Cautiously he poked it again. When the same thing happened the third time he was enjoying himself immensely and was feeling clever.
Jackki noticed his interest and showed him a small scale hoping it would keep him occupied while she finished up.
Country the pikachu then wanted to see the harmonica. Patiently Jackki showed her a scale too.
Blues the pidgey and Rhythm the vulpix looked wistfully at the two other pokemon. Eventually they started to dance. It was timid steps at first but as time went on they got better.
Jackki was surprised when she looked up from her self-appointed chores and saw her pokemon.
Pleased by their antics she promised to teach them more when they stopped for the night. Happy they all returned to their pokeballs and Jackki continued on.
By evening she had reached Pallet Town. It was only about six so she decided to pay Professor Rowan's old colleague a short visit. After all she had heard sooo much about the great Professor Oak.
A boy with black hair and red shorts greeted her at the door and introduced himself as Tracey.
Professor Oak turned out to be a stern looking man in his mid-fifties. He was very polite and curious about Rowan, how her journey was so far, what pokemon she'd caught, and so on.
After dinner Oak, Tracey, and Jackki rested in the large living room. Jackki was dead tired from all the walking she had done and how she had helped Oak with his chores. Now all she wanted to do was rest. Taking the harmonica out of her pocket she had almost put it to her lips before remembering her promise.
She let her pokemon out right there in the living room much to the two researchers' amazement and surprise.
Country bounded up happily and snatched the harmonica out of Jackki's hand. Classical pulled the harp out of her pack and set it in front of him. Rhythm and Blues danced lightly in anticipation.
Tracey and Oak watched with interested as the trainer taught the two instrument playing pokemon and the other two seemed to be instructing each other.
After awhile they seemed to get organized and played a tune together with Jackki on her mini keyboard. The dancing pokemon synchronized making it a satisfactory performance.
When they finished Oak and Tracey applauded. One by one Jackki put her pokemon and instruments away.
When she was finished Oak spoke up, "That was quite amazing. How did you train your pokemon to do that and in such a short amount of time?"
"I didn't train them. I simply showed them how to do it. At lunch Classical was messing with my harp and it just went on from there."
"Amazing, simply amazing." Oak muttered to himself before saying to Jackki, "That is the oddest way of bonding I have ever seen. They will stick with you until death do you part."
*****Flashback*****
I smiled wryly at that statement. Death would have been the easy way out.
Author's note: e-mails would be nice.
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