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Fire and Thunder	By : HeroLuka Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 4606 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, nor profit from this fic. All rights go to Game Freak and Nintendo.

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It was a warm, sunny afternoon... but under a giant canopy of thick trunks and green leaves, the grassy floor of Virdian Forest remained nice and cool. For a certain trainer and his Pikachu, this was good news, because their slog through the forest was becoming rather back-breaking.
"Yellow! Use a thundershock!" Red growled, pointing towards her opponent- a female Metapod, who was a shy girl wrapped up in a green cloak.
Across the battlefield, the Metapod's trainer, a bug catcher, gasped in shock as he watched his sizzling Metapod launch towards him from the electric attack.
"Ya... might have overdone it there, Yellow." Red deadpanned, examining the bug catcher and Moemon's unconscious forms slumped against a tree.
"Maybe... but I've had it up to here with bug catchers! That's the eighth one we met today." Yellow sighed in annoyance.
"Hey, you're getting stronger, right? That's what really matters."
"Yeah, I guess." Yellow said, tapping her foot against the grass.
Red pointed forward, "Look, the exit is right up ahead... Pewter City should just be a short walk after we get outta here."
"Right." quickly agreed Yellow, sick of zapping Pidgeys, Weedles, and Caterpies.

Pewter City, the Stone Gray City.
Much like Viridian, it wasn't a sprawling metropolis, but wasn't a small town like Pallet either. However, unlike Viridian, which was surrounded by woodland, Pewter City sat before a long mountain chain.
It was a city famous for it's stone cutters, and it showed. After passing a bed of flowers, all Red saw were businesses selling stone carvings and statues, as well as brick mason's shops.
"Wow... well... they really like rocks, I guess." Red said, scratching his head.
"Can we stay at the Pokecenter and challenge the gym tomorrow? I'm exhausted." Yellow asked cutely with sparkling eyes, making Red's heart melt.
"I wouldva let you rest up anyway, Yellow. That was the plan. You don't have to shoot me those Lillipup eyes."

Needing to blow a few hours before hitting the hay, Red first stopped by the Moemart and picked up an extra bottle of potion and a few antidotes, as he ran out during his run through Viridian. He then realized he only had 5 Moeballs and no money in the budget to buy anymore... he'd have to save them for Moemon he really needed until he earned some more cash.
Since nearly all Moemarts are nearby the centers, he still had a lot of time to blow before Yellow was in prime shape and ready to rest up for the big day tomorrow. But something did catch his eye.
The Pewter Museum of Science! And today was Red's lucky day- trainer's got in free.
Inside, the lighting and paint job looked more reminiscent of a fancy art show than a science muesuem. But on display, there was skeletons of Kabuto, Aerodactyl, even a Tyrantrum from the Kalos region. Not to mention all sorts of... surprise! Rocks. Sure, rocks from space and containing fossils, but rocks nonetheless.
"What's with these people and rocks...?" wondered Red allowed.
After spending about 30 minuets staring at the geological wonders, Red decided to head back to the Moemon center.
"Excuse me, young man?"
A cop approached Red, and the trainer couldn't help but feel a bit scared. What did a cop want him for?
"You're a trainer, aren't you?"
"Y-yes sir." Red stuttered quickly.
"Well, be vigilant... there's been reports of increased criminal activity around Route 3, Mt. Moon, and Cerulean City. We fear it might be Team Rocket."
"Team... Rocket?" Red asked curiously. He had never heard of any Team Rocket before.
"Yes, Team Rocket. They're a paramilitary organization that's been rumored to have a monopoly on Moemon trafficking. Although they're very secretive... but they've been becoming more active."
"But why would a secret organization start drawing attention to themselves?" Red asked.
"We don't know... but it might be because they have something big planned. Anyway, I'm just giving a heads up to any trainer I can. Good luck and protect your Moemon."
With that, the friendly officer set off. Red rubbed his chin... Team Rocket. For whatever reason, he had a suspicion that wouldn't be the last time he heard that name.

The next day, Red, with Yellow tucked safely into her Moeball, traveled across Pewter to the Moemon Gym. The sign out front read 'Pewter City Gym: Leader- Brock, The Rock-Solid Moemon Trainer!'
"I wonder what types of Moemon he'll use..." Red quipped sarcastically to himself. He tried to enter the gym... only to harassed by a woman who worked there.
"Please! You're a million light years from fighting Brock."
Red rolled his eyes, "Lady, just let me in."
The rude women standing guard in front of the Pewter City Gym laughed, "Alright, but don't go crying to mommy when Brock pounds your face in."
Red slipped by her and past the sliding doors of the gym. Inside, and true to the town's love of rocks, the gym's floor was comprised completely of gray stone, a few boulders of the same color stacked here and there. The lighting was dim and green, giving quite the ambient feel to the whole area.
Across from Red was a dark-skinned man with brown, spiky hair, green cargo pants, and a long-sleeved orange v-neck.
"Hey. I'm Brock, the Gym Leader of Pewter City... but I'm guessing you already knew that."
"Yep. I'm also assuming you use Grass types...?"
Brock laughed, "You're pretty funny, kid. How many gym badges do you have?"
Red scratched the back of his head awkwardly, "Er... you're the first gym I've challenged, actually."
"Is that so? Well, in that case..." Brock said, pulling out a Moeball, "-it'll be a one-on-one battle with one of my weaker partners... if you win, the Boulder Badge is yours... sound fair?"
Red nodded, "Yeah, sounds pretty fair to me."
"Alright then! Show me your best! Go, Steve!"
Brock summoned a large, muscular, and all-around imposing male Moemon. He had stone-gray hair and wore pants of the same color, but wore no shirt- this exposed his bulging muscles and battle-scared chest. But you could tell what kind of Moemon he was from the fin-like appendage of rock sticking from out of his back.
"Damn... an Onix. They're also type-Ground, so that'll put Yellow at a disadvantage." Red cursed under his breath. He pulled out her Moeball anyway, "Go! Yellow!"
Yellow burst from the sphere, a determined look on her face. But Brock raised an eyebrow, "A Pikachu? Is that your only Moemon? Thats the only reason I could see of why'd you use such a Moemon with such a disadvantage..."
"She is my only Moemon... but it doesn't matter! We'll still win, even if the odds are stacked against us! Show him, Yellow! Quick attack!" Red cried.
Yellow rushed forward, planting her fist into the Onix's gut. Both Yellow and Red were shocked to find the rock-type hadn't even flinched!
"Sorry," Brock said, "-but normal type moves aren't effective against Rock-types. And any of her Eletric moves won't hurt him at all!"
"Yellow, keep up the pressure! Keep using Quick Attack until you hit a weak spot!" Red ordered.
Growling, Yellow bared her teeth and launched a flurry of punches at blinding speeds. She hit all across his arms, chest, gut... but the gray Moemon hadn't even blinked. In fact, Yellow knuckles had begun to bleed from the all the fruitless collision with Steve's tough hide.
"Bind." ordered Brock.
The Onix moved faster than the Pikachu could, and he wrapped her small frame up into a crushing bear-hug.
"Lights out." the Onix taunted, squeezing Yellow so hard that you could her bones crack.
"GRRGH!" grunted Yellow in pain.
"Oh no... Yellow!" Red cried in concern.
After his constriction technique was over, the Onix tossed Yellow from his arms, where she roughly landed on the stone ground.
"Yellow, return!" Red pleaded more than commanded, pulling out her Moeball.
"No! I won't give up! I-I won't lose!" Yellow screamed, clenching her fists. She rose flipped back to her feet with a surprising burst of energy. Her red cheeks began to crackle with sheer electrical power.
Brock rubbed his chin, "Hm... your Pikachu is very determined. I admire that. She must have a lot of faith in you... but I won't lose. Steve! Use tackle to finish her off!"
Grunting in response, the Onix charged forward, his shoulder bared. In that moment, time seemed to slow down for Red. Why would Yellow stand in the way of a charging Onix just for his gym badge?
His eyes snapped open, 'That's it! I know Moemon aren't tools... and Yellow isn't just my friend... she's my partner! I've heard that said hundreds of times before, but I see what it really means now! She has faith in me, so I'll put my faith in her!'
Just when the Onix was about to flatten the Pikachu, she hopped to the side, passing behind him. Quick on her feet, the Pikachu bounced off the stone floor and flipped through the air, her tail now glowing a bright, steely gray.
"Iron Tail!" Yellow cried.
Just as the Onix slid to a stop and looked over his shoulder, the Pikachu had slammed her tail into the rock-type's temple. With a twirl and trip, the mighty Onix fell to the ground, kicking up dust when he crashed.
Even though he was defeated, Brock withdrew his Onix with a genuine smile. Walking over to Red and Yellow, he shook both of their hands.
"That was a great battle. Thank you, Red. I wasn't expecting a Steel-Type move." Brock said.
"Honestly... I wasn't expecting it either... but don't mention it, Brock."
"Here... I think this belongs to you." the Pewter City Gym leader said, handing Red a bright, shining Boulder Badge from his pocket
"W-wow... my first gym badge!" Red gasped.
"It's so pretty..." Yellow said, peaking over Red's shoulder.
Brock nodded towards the duo, "There are all kinds of Trainers in this huge world of our's, Red. You both appear to be very gifted. So let me make a suggestion- go to the Gym in Cerulean and test your abilities. If you keep getting stronger, you just might become the next champ some day."
Red shot Brock a thumbs up, "Thanks, Brock. I hope we meet again one day."

After a quick rest at the Moemon Center, Red and Yellow went on their way to Cerulean City! They started east on Route 3- a pretty plain route. The only distinct feature it had was the nearby Mt. Moon.
"Red? How do we get to Cerulean anyway?" Yellow asked.
"Easy! If we keep going down Route 3, we should be able to take a path through and get on Route 4- which leads right to Cerulean."
"Sounds simple enough... hey Red? Didn't we kinda luck out at the gym back there?"
"I guess so. Good thing you pulled through with that Iron Tail. Looks like that TM wasn't a bust after all."
"I know... still, we need more variety in case we have to fight another Ground-Type. You should try to catch some more Moemon."
"I will. Let's see if we can reach Cerulean first. If we hurry, we should get there by midnight."
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