Pokemon : Legend of the YingYang Kyurem

Mysterious Anger.

"Wow. Almost feels like I'm a master already!" Amy laughed.

"Not before me your not!" Chris said, running ahead. Amy chased after him, yelling how she would catch them all. Mason rolled her eyes and followed them, a smirk on her face.

Suddenly, Chris crashed into someone. He stood up, looking at the person on the ground.

He had black hair, spiked backwards. His eyes were red.

Sorry dude," Chris said, standing up. He held out his hand to the stranger, a apologetic smile on his face.

"Watch where you're going!" The boy snapped, slapping Chris's hand away, then standing up. He dusted himself off, glaring at Chris.

Amy stopped behind Chris, a look of fury on her face.

"Hey! You can't talk to Chris like that!" She yelled.

Mason hurried beside her, stopping in a battle stance. "Yeah!"

The boy, who looked to be ten as well, glared daggers at them.

"Who do you think you're talking to newbies?" He grumbled. He pulled three pokèballs off a brown belt he had on.

"A jerk?" Mason said, grabbing Oshawott's pokèball.

"Certainly not a good trainer!" Amy snapped, her fingers closing around Tepig's pokèball.

"If it's a triple battle you want, then that's what you'll get!" Chris threw Snivy's pokèball.

"Snivy, Go!" "Tepig, I choose you!" "Let's do this Oshawott!"

"Pansage, Panpour, Pansear, teach these newbs a lesson!"

The six Pokèmon appeared in flashes of red light.

All three Pokèmon had tan muzzles, tan arms, and tan chest. They also all had black eyes.

Pansage was green with a tree like look on its head. It had three yellow seeds in it. Lastly it's tail resembled a heart.

Panpour was blue. It's head had a squeezed cylinder shape with round things on the top. Its tail resembled a clover.

Pansear was red. It had a whipped cream like style of hair on its head. It's tail was shaped like a rounded arrow.

The boy's three Pokèmon glanced back at him. They looked troubled.

"Pan. Pansage?" The Pansage looked at its trainer with concern.

"What are you waiting for you worthless Pokèmon? Attack! Scratch, all of you!" He yelled.

The three Pokèmon charged forward, holding up glowing white claws.

"That trainer's so MEAN! Alright, Oshawott, dodge!" Mason yelled.

Oshawott jumped to the side as Pansage slammed its claws where it had been, throwing up dust.

"No kidding! Tepig, Tackle!" Amy commanded.

Panpour and Tepig charged into each other. The backed up, each Pokèmon had taken mild damage.

"What a terrible trainer! Snivy, dodge it!" Chris yelled. Pansear was to quick. It slammed its claws into Snivy, sending it flying.

"That should've been more powerful! Scratch, again!" The trainer commanded. Snivy landed on the ground with a thud. Pansear ran at it, lifting its glowing claws. Panpour and Pansage joined it, each preparing a scratch attack of their own.

"Tepig, hurry, help Snivy!" Amy yelled.

"You too Oshawott!" Mason screamed.

Oshawott stood in front of Snivy, watching. Tepig stood before Snivy as well, it's eyes fixed to the red, blue, and green Pokèmon charging torwards them.