Book 2: teravoltXturboblaze

13: Curioser and curioser..

<<Hey guys, IM ALIVE!!! Im really really really x10 sorry about me leaving in a year and hanging this story. I got schooling problems and had to prioritize my education. But now that everything is ok, i can write again. thanks for reading my books, guys, really appreciate it. THIS IS GRAY'S POV. YEAH I KNOW, DIDNT EXPECT THAT RIGHT?>>

It's good to be back.

I've been traveling all over Unova and visiting remote locations to track down Team Plasma, but seeing old faces makes me wanna sit back, drink some coffee and play video games the whole day. A shame I couldn't do that. 

I have responsibilities now. Friends I have to protect. A job that requires utmost focus and determination. 

My team... well, they've gotten more disciplined and stronger since I joined the International Police. Umbra and Shiny, my first two Pokémon were mostly out of their Poké Balls. Draco and Aero, I mostly use against strong thugs and quick escapades. Victini and Keldeo, being legendary, I rarely use but that doesn't mean I don't spend time with them. And about my brother...

"Hey, you alright?" Black woke me up in my trance.

"Oh yeah," I replied. For two years after the Team Plasma incident, our group of friends split apart but we maintained communication through our XTransceivers. Sure, I had feelings for him, but I had more important things to worry about. Like, right now, we had some paperwork to do. "Just getting drowsy with all these lousy stuff."

"We can take a short break if you want. Want to try some good old Castelia Cone?" he grinned.

"Nah," I looked at some old relic pictures, Hyuu, my 2nd lieutenant (that's what i call him, thank that kid for being helpful), sent to me and some Team Plasma reports. With the small information we can piece together, Team Plasma was planning to use either the mysterious third Pokémon or the Three Swords of Justice. The swords though, as Keldeo's behavior suggests, aren't in danger but are unrest. The third Pokémon, the "husk" of what used to be Zekrom and Reshiram, location is unknown. Besides, who knows if it actually exists. We tried to track down Ghetsis, but that failed. Black tried to find N, but failed too.

"Gray... I've been thinking..... about..."

Suddenly, Black's XTransceiver rang.

"Uh-oh it's bad news," he said. "One of the kiddos I met, you know, the trio? Reported some kind of weird Pokémon cry sounds in one of the old warehouses by Route 4. Wise of Rakutsu to stay back and call me instead," Black started to grab his backpack and Poké Balls. 

Rakutsu? I didn't even know they were a trio. Only that Faitsu girl and Hyuu. Maybe I'll meet him someday. Heck knows, maybe he can help me track my brother.

"Can I like stay here?" I groaned. I love to spend time with Black but Looker's gonna kill me if I don't finish this paperwork soon.

"Gray.. I just-" Black hesitated before going out the door.

"What is it?"

"Nah. Forget it," he waved his hand and shut the door.

<<RAKUTSU's POV>>

"Thank Arceus you're here, sir," I said as I saw the Champion's familiar figure coming towards me. It's my first time actually doing real stuff with the Unova legend, since I just saw glimpses of him with Faitsu and Hyuu's interviews about Team Plasma. Never met the International Police girl though. I heard she's his girlfriend, if he is, well, they are one heck of a badass couple.

"Call me Black," he smiled, that cute-guy smile girls fall in love with (what a shame i don't have that smile, tsk). "Anyway, what's the problem?"

We crept behind some old boxes and trash bins, towards a boarded-up window. We could hear Pokémon cries and sound of machines, and the occasional muffled laughter and voices. The place stank like my socks, only about 2 times worse. "This," I whispered.

Black's eyes flashed in the faint light. "How did you discover this place? Did you follow anyone?"

"No. Just wanted to train Muro in the desert sands. Wandered off, a bit thirsty, found this," I hated the desert sands, but hey, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger right?

"Okay, the front door is unguarded. Sneak attack?" he suggested, grabbing his gear and Poké Balls.

"Deal."

"You climb up from there," he pointed to an open vent I didn't even notice (I bet it smells like moldy socks). "Take pictures from what it looks like inside and send it to me, okay? Then I'll barge in the door and you free the Pokémon."

I was starting to doubt my judgement of training in Route 4 instead of spending more time in Nimbasa's roller coaster.

I climbed stealthily to reach the small vent and for the first time, my short size finally had an advantage. I tried my best to make small sounds as I cross the smelly vents until I saw a small opening, peered inside and saw what cannot be unseen.

Pokemon. Tied up on... everything. Collars tied to their neck and arms. There were five Team Plasma grunts operating some sort of machine and every time they push a button, the Pokémon cries and trembles. There were probably more grunts but  I couldn't see any from my position. I took pictures, lots from every angle I could manage. 

"Arceus... What in Giratina are they doing with them..." Black whispered from my XTransceiver in super low sound I barely hear anything.

"Team Plasma experiments and their stupid machines," I grunted, feeling hatred and pity. They are so gonna pay for this.

"Okay. I'm barging in the door with my Emboar. I bet more of them are in there. I know its not wise to not call for backup, but I think I can handle it," he looked down, like he was looking at a Poké Ball. Or maybe he's just looking if he stepped on something disgusting like- OK OK, focus. "If anything goes bad, go to Nimbasa's UDF (Unova's Defense Force) branch and call for Gray ok?"

There; that Gray girl again. "Ok," I answered. I feel a bit gitty like I drunk three root beers and coffee. "Everything is going to be alright," I patted Muro's Poké Ball, sensing his distress.

The next thing I know, there was a loud sound, probably from the blasted door and combat noises followed. 

Those grunts are probably dead by now. 

I dared a peek and found five unconscious grunts. I don't know if its legal or how Black managed to do that. Maybe its a Champion thing.

I heard more shouts and saw Black removing collars and untying Pokémon. His Emboar was frying removed collars with Ember and was headbutting the stupid machine which looked like a generator.

I fought the desire to help. Maybe I'll just screw things up anyway. Leave the masters with their missions and the rookies with theirs. But, these Pokémon need us and I have to prove something, shouldn't I?

I started to crawl to the next vent exit leading to the other room. I heard shouts of defeat from the grunts and I know Black is faring well. I was almost there when something creaked.

I knew eating all that stuff in Nimbasa won't do me good.

I only managed to grab my Poké Ball when I fell down right on my butt.

"Well, what a surprise, a vent rat is here," a hooded man in front of me grinned, showing perfect white (almost sparkling) teeth.

"Magnemite, eliminate."

<<good to be back. i had to read previous chapters to remember things. im really sorry for the very long delay. anyway thanks for reading>>