The gang of young Pokemon finally make it back to their quarters. It was a big fixer upper. A house that they found in a noisy neighborhood. The ambiance provided a veil of secrecy. No one paid attention to the house. Inside, however, was renovated to the highest standards. It looked like home. It also housed the lair for the gang of little mercenaries for hire to run as a base of operations.
"Do we have any Pecha juice?" asked Riolu.
"There's juice...no guarantee that's it's Pecha" Chimchar responded.
"I'm going into the kitchen. I can check for you, LuLu" added Ralts in an endearing voice.
"I'll just come with you" Riolu responded.
"No kissing!!!" yelled Treeko.
Froakie mumbled to himself, "childish...".
In that instant, Froakie dodges a high-speed Bullet Seed barely.
"You wanna speak up?" asserted Treeko.
"Chill out!" yelled Froakie in retaliation.
"Calm down. Both of you" Chimchar said in a stern tone.
"Come on, LuLu. Let's just go" Ralts said with a sigh.
"Yeah...right behind you" Riolu replied as he followed her into the kitchen. Ralts flips the light switch and then reaches into the cabinet for two cups. She sits them on the table while Riolu fetches juice for them to drink. Ralts tells Riolu that she's going to wash her face and hands and that she'll be right back.
"Sure thing. I'll be here."
"I know you will be, cutie" replied Ralts as she walked away.
Riolu tried to fight off blushing and stuck his head in the fridge.
"No...no that's Oran juice. And we're almost out of Moomoo milk. We have to go grocery shopping soon. Wait...ah...Pinap juice is just as good."
He took out the juice and poured it into the cups for Riolu and himself. He turns around and sees Ralts staring back at him, face to face. He loses his balance and stumbles backwards, blushing uncontrollably.
"Hi, Riolu."
Before he can greet her back, his hyper-sensitive nose picks up an unfamiliar scent.
"You're not Ralts. Where is she? What did you do with her?"
"Oh, poo. This was no fun at all. You're no fun, kid" replies the imposter Ralts.
"FORCE PALM!" Riolu yells, catching the intruder in his telekinetic grip.
"Oh, nice trick. But, you're outmatched, kid."
"Riolu! Get away from that fake! Fairy Wind!" the real Ralts screams as she launches her attack at the fake Ralts.
"Why so hostile, you guys?" the fake says as she frees herself from Riolu's grip and dodges Ralts' attack.
"What's going on in here? Wait, who the fuck is...?" said Chimchar, running into the kitchen with Treeko and Froakie.
"Wow. This totally did not go as planned" said the fake as she dismisses her Illusion ability to reveal herself as...
"Zoroark. That's my name. Nice to meet you, guys."
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Pokemon Syndicate
FanfictionRiolu, Froakie, Chimchar, and Treeko are young Pokemon swept into a world of conspiracy, covert military operations, government secrets, and a gritty, underground world of fast-paced action. Under the guidance of Espeon and her organization, Espeona...
