The Hacker [Pokemon Fanfiction]

The Hacker: Chapter 4

(Fanart in media by madcat65)

I'm not sure how much time passed after that day, maybe a few weeks. Maybe a few months. The ongoing journey became lucid as I traced my way across the region, capturing pokemon, battling gyms, facing off with Blue now and then. Little by little, I started to care about my pokemon, but I'd never know how much until later. It all passed so quickly. Before I knew it, I was already at the tropical Cinnabar Island, taking a day of rest before facing the pyro-master, Blaine.

I don't want to bore you all with what happened between Cerulean and Cinnabar, none of that was important to what happened the days after. And all the events came down like dominos, first starting on that day off.

I wore a leaf green bikini tied behind my neck, with an oversized white shirt thrown over for modesty's sake, as I lay sprawled out on a white and blue sun chair. My skin was covered in a greasy, reflective, coat of sweat. Supposedly, sweat was secreted to cool your body from the heat and protect from sun damage. But currently, I felt like my bodily fluid was a marinade on the ham I am. I still wore my cloud white hat which now sagged in my face while my greasy hair was tied into a pony tail underneath.

The outdoors was the oven.

The salt water crashed against the crimson sanded shore, only a couple yards away. The sea breeze had barely soothed the feeling of being baked, a few droplets spritzed against my skin. The only reason I could tell that it wasn't sweat was because it was colder. The tropical vacation pamphlet that the ship woman handed out to deporting passengers became a paper hand fan.

Which really didn't do much but fan the steamy air back into my face, but I continued to fan anyways with vain hopes.

The sunglasses I had bought were no help as they slipped down to the fat tip of my nose. I groaned inwardly and watched my pokemon frolic along the coastline. My Venusaur had dragged herself to the point that water was splooshing up into her ivy belly. Her ginormous white spotted flower was stretching out it's petals to take in the beating sun rays. Her face was relaxed, as with each push and pull of the waves she grew sleepier.

There's someone who is able to flourish in this atmosphere... I huffed in a sort of envy watching my starter.

A companion I was greatly thankful for, Pidgeot, carelessly flapped around in his own area of water. With each bat of its staggering 18 ft. wingspan would kick up splashes of water that would glitter brightly in the daylight. His tawny feathers would sometimes flutter out and into the air, the water, Pidgeot's own face. The gold and pink streaks that ran from the top of his head to his tail base were tossed askew in the air as he used the ocean as a bird bath. Simple joy was all I could read from the giant bird's expression.

I couldn't help but smile, what a child...

Off by the rocky cliffs beside the ocean, a pokemon I received from the dojo was sparing the boulders. Since, when I was playing as Red, I had chosen Hitmonlee as my prize from the dojo I was now gifted the final option left for defeating the dojo. Hitmonchan. His ruby boxing-glove fists would constantly create a banging sound, chips of rock flying around the vicinity.

Beside him was my not-so-lonely Marowak throwing her bone club into the rocks. Her ivory skull that her skin had grown around showed no sign of perspiration, but I could see though the eye holes sweat soaking her. She still held her ground, her latte skin gaining a red tint from the mineral dust that she seemed to be absorbing.

"You're going to get heat stroke if you keep doing that, Hitmonchan and Marowak!" I called out over their ruckus. "Come on over, I have some lemonade to cool you two down with!"