Chapter 4: Professor Sakura
Fan fiction inspired by Pokemon
Rating: Young Adult
I headed toward the rendezvous point near Twist Mountain on the northern side of Unova. Earlier that morning, I stopped by the closest pokémon center.
“I’d like for you to look after my pokémon for me,” I said to the receptionist.
“That’s not a problem, Professor,” she said. “I heard from Prof. Juniper about your incident with the Emolga. Are you really going to be okay traveling with just him?”
I nodded. Emolga continued to rest in my arms as I held him close to my chest.
“I don’t think I’ll be in too much trouble,” I said. “But if things get hairy, Emolga is strong and surprisingly very loyal to me. I’m sure he will protect me when the time comes.”
“That may be true, but you never want to be too careless, kid,” said a familiar voice.
I turned around toward the entrance. Professor Juniper had been standing in a corner.
“How did you know to find me here?” I asked. “And how long have you been waiting?”
Professor Juniper whacked me from the top of my head with the book she was carrying. I lowered by head and let go of Emolga as I tried rubbing out the pain.
“Is that how you’re supposed to greet your superiors, kid?” said Prof. Juniper. “Besides, I didn’t hit you that hard.”
“I know, it’s just a reflex. The girls back in Celadon City did it to me all the time when I was younger.”
Professor Juniper sighed.
“Regardless of how I got here or how I knew you would be here, I know that you are dealing with someone who has been elusive to both the Board of Professors of Pokémon Studies and the Pokémon League Trainers Association. What exactly would you know about this individual you are dealing with?”
“She calls herself Prof. Sakura. I only heard her voice briefly, but I think I know who she is.”
“You know who she is? Who is she?”
“I’m not sure. That’s why I have to go on my own to confirm my speculations. I’m sure she doesn’t mean me any harm personally.”
“You’re so naïve, kid. Never drop your guard with a mysterious contact, especially when you think you know who it is.”
I picked up Emolga again, who was wide awake.
“I didn’t have much choice in the matter. It all happened so quickly.”
“Well in that case, I have just the thing that might help you.”
Professor Juniper handed me an item ball and a mini wireless microphone. “I will be listening to what’s going on where you are. That way, I can confirm information as a second witness in this case. If you enter a tight spot, do not hesitate to release what’s in that item ball. You’ll know what to do with it.”
I thanked my superior and left.
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When I had reached the rendezvous point, three trainers lined up to meet me.
“Just in time,” said the first trainer. “But before we let you see our employer, we’ll need to make sure you’re not hiding anything.”
I gulped. What if they discover that I have a wireless mike concealed in my lab coat? The first trainer patted down my coat to make sure I didn’t have anything suspicious, particularly pokéballs. The other two searched the area to make sure I had only come with the Emolga. Luckily I had hid the item ball I had in my messenger bag and ensured that no one else had followed me either.
“What’s in the bag?” asked the first trainer.
I felt nervous. I didn’t want them to realize I kept an item ball in there.
“You know. Notebooks, pens, snacks, the things professors should never travel without.”
The trainer scowled.
“How prude,” he murmured.
I ignored him and watched as the other two trainers signaled a thumbs up to the first, remaining at their posts.
“All right, master,” he turned and shouted toward a giant rock. “He’s here.”
The trainer stepped aside as the mysterious dealer came forth.
Before me was a woman with long, wavy, raven hair. She wore glasses, similar to my own. Her white lab coat pressed perfectly with each curve of her body. The moment our eyes met, I knew exactly who she was.
“It’s been a while, Oda-kun.”
“It certainly has, Kanon Aizawa. But I didn’t come here for idle chat.”
“How dare you speak of the Professor’s real name, you poor excuse for a scientist!” said the trainer from earlier.
Ai-san gestured him to calm down and let it go.
“I see you have brought the Emolga,” she said. “Okay, bring him out.”
Three more trainers came from behind the rock. Two of them were holding the third in the middle, holding tightly to the rope that bound him. I recognized the bound boy as Emolga’s trainer. His body looked beaten up and his face was in tears as he looked at us.
“Emolga!” he shouted. “It’s me, Brian! Please forgive me!”
I bit my lip at this sight. Five trainers and my old classmate, surrounding a poor trainer who had just lost his pokémon, apologizing to the pokémon I had rescued from him. Part of me wanted to scold him for being so reckless; and yet I felt it was unjust for him to be treated by his peers in such a manner. But Emolga seemed to have had worse feelings. I watched as the pokémon stared trembling at his trainer. Regardless of how badly Brian had treated him, no pokémon wants to see its trainer feel so helpless.
“What’s going on, Ai-san?” I said angrily. “I thought we had a deal.”
“Well, the deal was that you would bring the Emolga unharmed and I would not interfere with them once he got it back,” she replied. “Of course, that doesn’t mean I can play with him before you got here. And it was so fun, too.”
My blood felt like it was boiling.
“Ever since you took his Emolga, all he could think about was how to get it back,” she said sadistically. “He would cry all night saying, ‘Emolga, Emolga! How can you ever forgive me?’ It was so pathetic. I realized he was unworthy of being one of my followers after losing the pokémon he had placed the one collar I had for him. I suppose I could have put him out of his misery, but I felt so terrible. I decided to set up this meeting just for him and his Emolga. Now you and Emolga can watch as I take the pleasure in killing him myself!”
The two trainers holding down Brian stepped aside as Aizawa kicked him from behind, forcing him to fall on the ground.
“Of course, there’s no rush in killing him,” she said. “I think I’ll just torture him for a while.”
She kicked his stomach repeatedly. Brian groaned and screamed in pain with each beating. The other trainers remained at their posts, not even flinching at the sight.
“What are you guys doing, just standing there?” I screamed. “She’s beating up one of you guys!”
The second trainer from our rendezvous spoke.
“Serves him right,” she said. “He was definitely weaker than all of us.”
“I can’t stand him anyway,” said the third trainer. “It got so much worse after he lost his Emolga.”
“The professor has gotten rid of other followers before, too,” said the fourth. “It’s not like we don’t fear losing our lives to her. After all, she gave us all the power we could ever imagine.”
“You would be wise not to speak of what you have seen here, you false professor,” said the fifth. “Interfere with Prof. Sakura’s playtime and we will have to stop you.”
Emolga reached his limit and screamed in terror. From his echoing voice, I snapped out of it and reached into my bag for the item ball. I released it immediately on the ground in front of me. It revealed a teleportation plate, probably linking back to the pokémon center. I couldn’t just step on it and go back to safety. Otherwise, Brian would be killed for sure. I decided to use the microphone to my advantage.
“Send me all of my pokémon. The teleportation plate is set already!”
In a matter of seconds, Vileplume appeared from the plate. The five trainers released their pokémon as well: Boldore, Vanillish, Gothita, Mienfoo, and Watchog. All five of their pokémon had that same collar around their necks, and none of them were electric types, so they couldn’t discharge the effects either. My Skarmory appeared next.
“Boldore, crush that teleporation plate!” said the first trainer.
The Boldore obeyed and stomped on one of the corners of the plate to damage it while avoiding teleporting itself. As my Muk appeared from the plate, the plate shattered into several pieces and was no longer useable. I only brought four pokémon with me, so that meant Poliwhirl was left at the pokémon center.
Thankfully none of my opponents had a fire type pokémon, so my Vileplume and Skarmory weren’t in danger. Still, I felt very uneasy having to face five trainers and their pokémon with only three of my own plus Emolga, with no backup on its way; not to mention, the so-called Prof. Sakura was also there.
“Professor Juniper, you’ll have to get here on foot if there’s any more support,” I said. “The plate on my end has been destroyed.”
“Professor Juniper, huh,” said Ai-san as she had stopped kicking Brian. “That old hag has always been meddling with my plans. She even got some of my spies to tell her a few things about me! Well, I guess I have to get serious now.”
Vileplume, Skarmory, Muk, and Emolga stood together with me in the center of this battle. With only four pokémon under my control and five, possibly six pokémon against us, I thought carefully how to change the situation as best I could. I had to. It was necessary in order to keep me and Brian alive.