Pokemon: An Unexpected Journey

Chapter no.189 Jessie, James and Meowth

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[ 10 Years Before Present Day ]

Winter had come to Viridian City, turning everything white with snow. The city, usually busy, now looked like a scene from a fairy tale under the night sky. Bright lights wrapped around buildings, making shadows dance on the snowy streets. The air was filled with the smells of hot cocoa and the sounds of people having fun, along with the occasional jingle of bells from a sleigh.

In the alleys, a thin Meowth appeared. He was a shadow of what he used to be. His coat wasn't shiny anymore, and his green eyes seemed desperate. He walked carefully towards a rich-looking woman.

Mrs. Lockwood was known for her wealth. She wore a fur coat and a fancy hat with a sparkling brooch. Her blonde hair was styled perfectly, and she looked like someone important.

Meowth purred near her. But she reacted with disgust. "Shoo, you filthy creature!" she yelled, swinging her bag at him. Meowth quickly ran back into the shadows.

Inside, Meowth thought, "Why can't they see I'm just hungry and cold? I don't mean any harm." He missed the days when he was cared for, but now he had to fend for himself.

In the cold embrace of the alleyway, Meowth huddled against a brick wall, holding onto the meager crumbs of bread he had managed to scavenge. His eyes, now glassy with unshed tears, trailed off into his own world each bite a bitter reminder of his hunger and loneliness.

His thoughts wandered back to his past decisions, the years he had spent learning the human language in a fruitless attempt to impress Meowzie.

"If only... if only..."

The silence of the alley was abruptly shattered by the clatter of trash cans falling over. Two figures emerged from the snowy veil, their shapes blurred in the dim light. One was a boy with a shock of blue hair peeking out from beneath a threadbare beanie - James. His mismatched clothes hung loosely on his thin frame, and his eyes flickered with uncertainty. The other, a girl with a mane of fiery magenta hair, was Jessie. Her patched-up dress bore testament to her tough life, but the spark in her eyes told a tale of unyielding determination.

James looked at Jessie, a crease of worry etched on his face. "Jessie, I'm not sure about this." Jessie, however, flashed him a confident smile, her gaze fixed on the ragged Meowth.

"Trust me, James." She pointed a gloved finger at Meowth, her declaration echoing in the narrow alley, "Become my Pokémon."

The sudden demand caught Meowth off guard. As he blinked in confusion, Jessie swung a stick at him. His surprise swiftly morphed into anger, and before he knew it, he had let his secret slip, "What da hell was dath for?"

Immediately, Meowth clamped his paws over his mouth. His heart pounded against his rib cage like a trapped Spearow. James and Jessie exchanged a glance, their eyes wide with disbelief before they turned their gaze back to Meowth, shouting in unison, "A talking Pokémon!"

"N-no!" Meowth stuttered, his mind reeling as he searched for an excuse. "I mean, meow, meow!"

The children weren't buying it.

"Come on, spit it out! You just spoke, didn't you?"

"You're mistaken, I assure you! Just a... just a weird meow," Meowth argued, backing up with every word he uttered. He could feel the cold brick wall against his fur.