Pokemon : An Unexpected Journey

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The morning after the party found Austin and Green sitting at the dining table, each nursing a hangover. Their faces were pale, eyes squinted against the too-bright light, and every sound seemed amplified in their sensitive ears. They held their heads in their hands, regretting everything.

In the background, Dr. Akihabara was hunched over a clutter of beakers and test tubes, his brows furrowed in concentration as he attempted to concoct a hangover remedy. 

"You know, raw eggs are said to be an excellent cure for a hangover," Sabrina's father said, cracking eggs into a glass.

At the stove, Sabrina and Yellow were preparing breakfast. Yellow glanced at the miserable pair at the table and then back at Sabrina.

"Do you see that, Yellow?"

"Yes, master," Yellow replied, playing along. "I see two trainers who have clearly lost a battle against alcohol."

Sabrina dry chuckled. "A most devastating defeat, indeed. It seems they encountered a wild 'Bottlemon' and couldn't handle it."

Yellow nodded sagely. "A rare and powerful species. Known for its ability to induce both great joy and great misery."

Both women shared a giggle. Meanwhile, Austin and Green could only groan in response. 

Austin turned his gaze to Bill, who was cheerily sipping his coffee as if the previous night's escapades hadn't affected him in the slightest. "How are you fine, Bill? You drank more than everyone."

"Oh, I have a high tolerance for alcohol. Years of Pokémon research parties will do that to you."

Austin, still feeling the throbbing in his head, shot back, "Damn furries. Always showing off."

"Not my fault you can't keep up with a seasoned Pokémon researcher. Maybe you need to go on more field trips."

Austin, trying to muster some semblance of dignity, retorted, "Field trips? More like bar hops. What are you researching exactly, the effects of alcohol on the human body?"

"Very funny, Austin," Bill laughed. "But seriously, next time, pace yourself."

Austin sighed. "Next time, I'm sticking to soda. Or maybe I'll just challenge you to a Pokémon battle. At least then, I might stand a chance."

Bill raised his coffee mug in a mock toast. "Challenge accepted. But let's wait until your head stops spinning like a Poliwhirl, okay?"

"Deal, but don't expect any mercy from me, Bill."

Bill's mention of the upcoming battles shifted the mood in the room. "Speaking of battles, today is the day Pikachu and the others battle their surgeries."

A heavy silence fell over the group as everyone's eyes turned to Austin. "My buddies will get this done before you even know it. They're a lot tougher than they look, especially Pikachu."

 Yellow and Sabrina used their psychic powers to levitate plates filled with beans and toast towards everyone.

Austin eyed the plate with a mix of disdain and resignation. "You know, if I wanted to suffer, I would've stabbed myself. Why do we have to eat this bland crap?"

"Because, unlike your alcohol tolerance, your body actually needs proper nutrition to recover."

"But beans and toast?" Austin whined. "Isn't there something less... depressing?"

"Depressing? Austin, this is a classic recovery meal. You should be thanking us for not serving you raw eggs like my dad suggested."

"Fine, I'll take the beans, but only because I fear the alternative."

Sabrina added, "Think of it as a training session for your taste buds. After all, a true Pokémon trainer should be ready for any challenge."

 "Alright, point taken. But next time, I'm voting for pancakes."

"Noted and ignored."

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In the afternoon, Austin had transformed his appearance for a more formal occasion. He was dressed in a sleek, well-tailored suit that complemented his physique. The suit was a deep navy blue, with a subtle sheen that caught the light as he moved. The crisp white shirt underneath added a classic touch, while a thin, burgundy tie provided a splash of color that subtly matched the dark tones of the suit. 

His hair, usually more casually styled, was done in beach waves for the occasion. The long strands were styled to flow in loose, gentle waves, giving him a relaxed yet sophisticated look. 

Suddenly, the door opened to reveal Green entering the room. She paused for a moment, taking in his appearance. "Looking quite dashing, Austin. Though I don't think people normally dress like that for a surgery."

Austin adjusted his cufflinks, a small smile playing on his lips. "Well, Yellow will be at the surgeons, and I will be at a board meeting with the Silph Co board of directors."

Green's expression changed subtly, noting that her name hadn't been mentioned. "So, you know," she said, a bit hesitantly.

"Of course, I know finding your mother is important to you, so I won't ask you to stay with Yellow during the surgery. It's just a quick two-hour procedure, and Bill has hired the top surgeons in Kanto for it."

Green pursed her lips, considering his words. 

"I think I should stay with Yellow until the surgery is done."

Austin's smile grew wider. "Thank you."

"No, you don't have to thank me."

"I am thanking you, not me," Austin joked.

"You really need to work on your comedy, Austin. It's too boring."

"Pssh, what do you know about comedy?" 

"A lot, actually. I did my first gig stealing in a comedy club."

"Okay, tell me a joke then."

Green thought for a moment. "Why don't scientists trust atoms? Because they make up everything!"

Austin's expression remained unimpressed. "That's the joke?"

"Austin, you know you can help me in another way, right?" Green said ignoring the wet fart that was her joke.

Austin, still adjusting his tie, looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Other than giving you moral support for your mother's search?"

"Yes."

"Let me guess, you need a favor?"

"It's just a small one."

Austin crossed his arms, a knowing smile on his face. "Does this 'small favor' involve me opening my wallet?"

Green laughed, a bit sheepishly. "You know me too well. But it's for a good cause, I promise."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a debit card, handing it to her. "Here. But remember, there's a limit. I'm not made of money, you know."

"A limit? Austin, you're breaking my heart here."

Austin chuckled. "What can I say? I have to keep your spending sprees in check."

Green tucked the card away. "Fine, but one day, I'm going to find a way to get you to say yes without any limits."

"Good luck with that. You'll need it more than finding a shiny Pokémon."

Green gazed at the debit card in her hand, a somber tone creeping into her voice. "I really don't want to leave," she whispered, more to herself than to Austin.

"You don't have to leave alone. Let's just wait a few days, and we'll all go find your mother together."

Green looked up at him. "I don't want to burden you," she said softly.

"This isn't a burden, Green," Austin reassured her. "We've all fought together. From Pikachu to Lucario, everyone would be more than happy to help."

A smile touched Green's lips, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. A few tears formed, and she quickly brushed them away. Then, with a playful glint, she remarked, "You've grown taller."

"I guess I have," Austin responded, a bit taken aback by the sudden shift in mood.

Without warning, Green tiptoed and planted a quick kiss on the side of Austin's neck. Austin's face turned a deep shade of red as she pulled back, a mischievous smile on her face. "This is payback for feeling me up on that boat."

Austin's blush deepened, and he was momentarily lost for words.

"Go get Silph Co and maybe buy me a few parlors while you're at it," Green said, still smirking.

"Roger," Austin managed to say, his hand instinctively touching the spot on his neck where she had kissed him.

Green then placed her finger on her lips, kissed it, and playfully pointed it at Austin, who gulped at the gesture.

As she turned to leave, she tossed a card at him. 

Austin caught the card, looking at it with confusion. It read, 'You owe me a million for that kiss.'

"You don't expect me to pay this, do you?" 

"When did Green get so bold?"

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Outside the room, Green was met by Yellow, who stood there with her usual innocent expression. "You're leaving, right?" 

Green smiled warmly at her. "I want everyone to come with me to help find my mom, but you guys all deserve to rest. You've done enough already."

"You know where to go?" 

Green nodded confidently. "Yes. And I was hoping you could help me with your psychic abilities."

"I should be able to teleport you. Where do you need to go?" Yellow offered, her hands already starting to glow with psychic energy.

"Vermilion City."

"That can be done," Yellow said, as her psychic energy enveloped Green.

Before the teleportation began, Green turned to Yellow with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Hey, Yellow."

"Yeah?" Yellow responded, her focus still on the energy she was channeling.

"In the room, I might have dropped a hint that I like Austin."

Yellow's eyes widened in surprise. "You... what?"

"So, if you don't want me to take him from you, try to be more assertive."

Before Yellow could respond, Green vanished in a swirl of psychic energy, leaving Yellow standing there, her cheeks flushed with a mix of shock and contemplation.

Assertive, huh? Yellow thought to herself. Do I hold his hand? No, that's so scandalous.

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[ Omake Paragraph]

Like the legendary beasts who race around Johto, so does the Shifting Forest travel through Hoenn, never in the same place long enough to be found and documented, and often dismissed as an unusually persistent and similarly described myth. This forest does not solely get its name from its frequent journeys, to which many other words could equally apply, but also from the large population of wild Shiftry which patrol its edges. Whenever a passing human is spotted, the Shiftry in unison wave their giant, leafy fan-hands, and with such precision that they do not cut a single root, send the forest, dirt and all, flying on the winds to its next location.

Some have speculated that the reason Shiftry so zealously guard their forest from human interlopers is a fear of loggers, while others claim poachers or pokemon trainers to be a far greater concern; surely, few lumberjacks in the age this forest was first recorded could have stood up to Shiftry in battle. A brave few have entered the forest over the centuries; some by descending from flying pokemon, others by abusing quirks of teleportation, or digging, or simple expert stealth.

What they find in it, without fail, is less interesting than the Shiftry themselves. The lumber is brittle, the pokemon primarily Seedot, with a few others no less common thrown in; if a rare and powerful pokemon is truly at its center, it is even better than the forest itself at evading contact. It appears to man at this point that the Shifting Forest is simply a display of power and soltitude, motivated less by the riches of which treasure-seekers dream than the wish of wild pokemon to grow powerful without trainers, to show off their wind-based attacks, and to create their own legend.