Hey gang, this is my attempt at a story about Looker, a character from Pokemon. These two parts here are the original one-shot that I wrote up, and if you guys like it, I'll start to include the actual series by chapters. Any feedback at all is welcome!

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"Look"


Part 1.



His trench coat whipped in the brisk afternoon wind near his ankles.

The young man, no older than 14, was walking. Where? Not even he knew. All he knew was that he was walking. Walking to get away.

The young man, wearing the brown over coat at least two sizes too big, had brown hair, a lean build, and brown eyes, constantly darting to different objects. Immortally...looking.

He reached the small docks on the outskirts of the city and set down the large suitcase he was towing.

"Erm, I'm looking for a way to the Sinnoh Region."

The buff sailor looked down at the young whipper-snapper.

"Kid, aren't you a tad young to be sailing? And in a get-up like that?"

The sailor felt the snazzy coat and chuckled.

The boy stood firm.

"It was my dad's....I really need to get to the Sinnoh Region, sir."

"And does your dad know about you leaving? How old are you anyway?"

"My dad passed away last month."

Silence.

"And I'm 16 by the way." He lied.

The sailor looked deep into the boy's eyes. They seemed to dart from his face, to his eyes,....and even deeper."

"Ok kid, we'll let you tag along. whats in the suitcase?"

"A few food items and my dad's old suit and tie."

The large sailor nodded.

"Names Luke." He held out his muscular hand.

"My name is......Eh...I would rather not say....its..."

The bigger man laughed.

"I understand. We'll think of a name for you sooner or later."

With a mighty pat on the back, the two people boarded the cargo ship, ready for a year and a half trip.

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Life on the sea was amazing.

The boy learned all kind of things from the other sailors. How to tie various knots, how to climb masts, how to determine time with the sun, and even how to drink soda in less than 3 gulps.

One day, half-way through the voyage, Luke went up to the boy.

"So what are your plans when we hit land?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe see what job I can get."

"Eh, I know about...about your father. Is that why you left?"

The boy looked at the blue, bright, water.

"Part of it...my dad was mugged on his way home from the office by some criminal. He was stabbed...and...he didn't make it."

Luke stood, ready to hear more.

"I had nobody to go to....so I thought I would live off of me only...be my own man...."

"Thats a very respectable thing to do, lad...."

"And to stop the criminals in this world....Thats my goal."

Luke gazed at the boy leaning over the edge of the ship.

"You're a funny one kid. You have every right to be angry, yet all you do is look. Thats all, is LOOK. Look foward. Thats a mighty fine way to be.....Thats it! You're name is Looker! Aharhaar!"

"Looker" smiled at his sea-faring buddy. He really belonged with the rag-tag group of traders.

"C'mon Looker, lets go grab a soda."

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Part 2.


"Well, m'lad, this is goodbye."

As he did a year and a half ago, Luke extended his rough hand to Looker, who was shivering under his coat.

This time, he shook Luke's hand.

"Aharharhar! 'Adda boy! A real sailors handshake!"

"Thanks for everything. I won't forget your kindness."

"Ahaeh, good luck Looker."

And with that the sailor boarded the ship.

"C'mon you salty Spheals, lets give our pal a real sailors farewell!"

The entire crew clambered to the edge of the ship, calling out encouragement to their run-away rascal.

"Go get 'em, Looker!"
"Stay Shiney Ponytaboy!"
"Best wishes, Looker!"

And like that, the trading vessel cast off, leaving him to shiver on Snowpoint City's port.

"Why did they put port way up north?" He thought.

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After a chilling, brutal hike south of Snowpoint City, the 15 year old sat approched a large, formidable mountain.

"Great, just great, a whole mountain......"

Upon further investigation, he noticed a small cave entrance and a sign that read: "MT.CORONET".

"Better than having to go over..." He thought.

He entered the darkness, looking straight ahead.

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About part-way through the cave, a winged creature shifted behind Looker.

It was a deep lavender, four sharp teeth shone from a large maw. Its screech was painful to listen to. A Golbat, and a mean one at that.

"W-what are you?"

The Golbat inched closer, showing more teeth.

"G-Get away! Shoo! Get!"

This only made the Pokemon angry, as it flew up into the air, dived down, and clamped its mouth around Looker's left arm with a crushing Bite attack.

"AUUUGHHGH!!! GET OFFA ME! GET OFF!!"

Flailing like a mad man, he swung his free right arm into the creatures eye, cuasing it to jerk back. As the beast was thrown back, one of its teeth snapped off, making it stay in the boy's flesh.

"Nonononno nono nononono...."

Four, large punctures were in his arm, one still holding the Golbat's tooth. Each one was gushing blood.

Looker ran as fast as he could past the dazed blood-sucker, arm close to his body.

For an hour he ran, cursed, and looked for an exit from the death trap known as Mt.Coronet. He was losing blood fast, he started to feel weak....

An exit! With his last bit of stanima, he burst into the fresh night air.

"Th-(pant, pant)Thank God...."

He plopped his suitcase down and sat on it. His arm was badly injured, but if he went to a hospital they would find out he's a runaway orphan.

He took off his blood-stained coat. His father would of been ashamed to look at it. He examined his arm. The Bite only gat flesh, so his bone was fine. He put a firm grip around the tooth and yanked with all his might. A jolt of pain rocked his body.

"Aughhh--owwww.....N-no, have to tough...like Luke, and all the other sailors..."

Again, he pulled on the tooth, this time ignoring the pain.

With a sickening "SPPLKT" it came out, cuasing more blood to flow.

"Gotta patch up the wounds...."

He rummaged in his suitcase, and produced one of his dad's ties.

"This will have to do..."

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Looker gazed on as the morning sun raised over this strange new land called Sinnoh...Who knew what good, lawful justice could be put to use here, what criminals needed to be stopped, what adventures awaited ahead? It all thrilled the young wanna-be detective.

Looker stood, damaged, alone, and ready. He dawned his trench coat, patted down his brown hair, and grabbed his suitcase.

Looker gazed on, brown eyes seeing good, good things.

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awsome story hope u make some more

"Look"
Chapter 1


Looker awoke from his slumber. With a loud yawn, the 15 year old pulled his coat away from his body.

The blood stain and holes were still present, causing the boy to frown. What would his father think?

"No time to dwell on that." he thought.

"I need to find a town."

With his coat no longer acting as a blanket, he put it on, grabbed his suitcase, and left his little camp on the slope of the mountain.

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Soon Looker came upon a small Route Sign, reading-

"Route 211-Eterna City"

"Great!" the young boy said as he began to run towards the city.

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The city was lush and green. An aroma of fresh flower gardens and fertile soil scented the city.

The trench coated-teen had never seen such a place. Snowpoint was buried under snow, Mount Coronet was basically a big rock with a cave in it, and his own home region was mostly made of large, bustling metropolises.

This place was truly beautiful.

Eterna City wasn't a large town, but wasn't all that small either. Looker recieved strange looks from the people he passed, and for good reason- A 15 year old, in a coat way too big for him, lugging around a silly looking suitcase isn't really a normal sight to see walking around town.

After passing some type of Gym he came to the tallest building in the city. A large sign was plastered above the entrance.

"Eterna Condominiums"


"Seems like an apartment building of some sort."

He entered.

He walked up to the front desk, his hands beginning to sweat. He stood as tall as he could, trying to look older.

"Excuse me miss, how much is rent for a room here?"

The plain looking lady, (with too much lipstick) eyed the boy.

"What?" she asked with a quizzed look.

"How much is it to rent a room here?" he asked again, slightly more annoyed.

"Kid, you sure do sound funny. You from around here?"

Looker began to feel awkward. He "sounded funny"? Sure, he was from a different place in the world, but he didn't think he sounded -THAT- funny. He tried to word out his question better.

"My name, it is Looker. It is what they call me. I need to live in a room here, that is what I need."

"Why sure! You should of said so, sweetie!"

Looker had to fight the urge to face-palm. Why had this woman only understood his silly, dumbed-down, dialect? Why had she not questioned his age? She must be a few pegs short.....

"We have an open room on the second floor-Room 2-4."

The ditzy lady clicked info into a computer, dug a room key from a drawer, and handed the small metal key to Looker.

"There you are Lookie-dear! Rents due in a couple of weeks."

"Gotcha tootse." A vocabulary word learned from his sailor friends slipped out. Ah well.

"Ooh! Does that mean 'pretty lady' in your language?"

He walked to the elevator, holding in a chuckle.

Upon finding his room, he unlocked the door, set his luggage on the comfy recliner, hung his coat up, and plopped down on the one person bed.

Just as he was dozing off into a pleasant afternoon nap, the woman's words cut his relaxation short.

"Rents due in a couple of weeks."

He needed some sort of job, and fast.

He rose and walked over to the small room's window.

"Hm...that Gym...some statue, a museum, a little shop, and......a bike shop? Neat!"

He ran to the bathroom to comb down his hair.

"Better not wear my jacket if I'm looking for a job. That bad left sleeve wouldn't look to good."

"Gotta take care of this tie too...."

He removed the make-shift bandage and looked at his Bite wound. Still sore, but it stopped bleeding, so that was good. It had begun to heal itself, and the dried blood clung to the skin.

Washing his arm with water, he noticed the Bite wasn't that bad after all. He threw the ruined tie away, and headed out the door, hoping for a job at a neat-o bike shop.

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The neat-o-bike shop. i wonder wat will happen.

“Look”
Chapter 3

Eterna City was good for Looker.

He had gained favor with Rad Rickshaw his first day being an employee for him with his good inventory skills.

With his job, he was able to meet rent every time it was due. With the rest of his cash he bought an alarm clock, radio, mini-fridge, and soda. After seeing firsthand how much it takes to live, he was glad he had gotten free clothes.

He and the sweet old lady would visit often. She revealed her name was Celia. She was the closest thing Looker had to a friend in the Sinnoh Region.

After a year, he had gotten the hang of Sinnoh. He only had to talk to Rad, but that was to only say “yes” or “no”, and Celia, which could understand him without having to word his sentences differently.

For his good work at the bike shop and also for his birthday, Rad sold him a bike for half off.

“Thanks a lot, Mr.Rickshaw!”

“Sure thing buddy. Without you to organize the place, we wouldn’t have customers and I would be ankle high in cluttered bike chains.”

Looker loved his dark green bike, and on weekends, would ride it all over the city.

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One Friday evening Looker was returning from a bike ride when Celia called him over to her apartment.

“Looker dear, come and have some tea with me!”

Once seated at a small table inside Celia’s light blue kitchen Celia came and sat down, handing a teacup to the sixteen year old.

“My, you’re growing like a Tropius.”

He blushed.

“I have a favor to ask of you….”

“Of course, what is it?”

He owed her at least a favor after the whole clothes deal.

“Well, my granddaughter, the one I told you about, is coming to visit me tomorrow. But the thing is, I think she would be bored just to sit around here with a dull 67 year old woman like me.”

Looker began to feel awkward and nervous at the same time, but didn’t know why.

“You run around town more than I do, and you two are about the same age, so do you think you could show here the sites? Show her a good time? I don’t want her to laze around here all week….”

“Sure I could. I have the weekend off, so it’ll work out fine.”

“Oh bless you Looker! She should be here about 1 o’clock.”

“Ok, sounds good.”

“You’re a sweet young man, Looker dear. Never change that.”

Celia walked over and hugged him. He was glad Luke the sailor wasn’t there to see, or he would forever be hounded with comments like- “So ole’ Looker made it with a ‘wrinkled lass’ eh? Aharahar!”

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Looker couldn’t go to sleep that night.

What did “show her a good time” mean? Where would he take her? What was she like?

He knew girls back home, sure, but he never really talked to them. He didn’t know a thing about girls at all.

While sailing to Sinnoh, he had heard a sailor say “Showed her a good time”…… after stopping at a port town in some placed called Hoenn….

“Aye! She was a classy dame from that “Tree City” or whatever. After a few drinks, I went behind the bar and showed her a good time! Aherherher!”

“What does that mean, Sean?” (The sailors name was Sean.)

“M’boy, I’ll tell you some other time…… Hey Trebek, how’s that mother of yours…..”

Sean the sailor never told him what that meant.
After about two hours, he drifted off to sleep.

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He awoke around 9 o’clock.

He proceeded to take a shower, comb his hair, and brush his teeth.

After a breakfast of waffles, scrambled eggs, and a can of soda, he went to the closet.

“What should this snazzy beast wear…..”

He rummaged threw his clothes over his head as he searched- his normal duds, his pants, slacks, his only remaining tie, a couple of pairs of sneakers, his trench coat- all landing around his bed.

“Look at me, worrying what to wear like a girl. Feh, I look good in anything.”

For the year he had been in Sinnhoh, his confidence had gone up since he first left home. Maybe it was the brotherhood he felt with the sailors, maybe it was earning his own money, maybe it was living on his own, but he knew things were good this point in time.

“This will look pretty snazzy.” he said putting on a pair of crisp, dark blue jeans. He grabbed one of his office shirts and put it on, leaving it un-tucked. He slipped on some black shoes and clipped on his wrist watch. 11:39.

“Here goes nothing….”

As he sat in the comfy leather recliner, he began to think.

“What if she thinks I sound funny? What if she thinks I’m strange? Where do I take her? What if she has no legs? WHAT IF I HAVE NO LEGS?”

His confidence starting to fade, he goes to the mini-fridge and pulls out a soda. With 2 gulps its gone.

“Phew…I needed that……”

Suddenly, a knock came from the door.

“Um…erm……just a moment please!” he calls to the door.

He quickly retrieves another can of soda, yanks the tab off, and inhales the brown, sugary substance.

Wiping his mouth he strolls over to the door and opens it.

A young girl, around his age, smiles at him. Her hair is a brilliant dark blue, almost black. A red hair clip accenting its beauty. Her eyes were blue, a peaceful blue, the centers sparkling. She had a thin build, but was just plum cute for a sixteen year old girl, and had all the….right proportions. She wore denim capris , a cream colored shirt with a red stripe running through it, and sandals.

“Hey! I’m Johanna. My grandma said you’d show me around?”

“Erm….yeah, yeah. I’m Looker. Nice to meet you, Johanna.”

This was the moment of truth. Would Johanna think Looker talked funny? Was he a weirdo?

She giggled.

“That’s a real cool name, Looker. Nice to meet you too!” She held out her slender, small hand.

He took the hand in his, preparing to shake it, but then a past memory flashed in his mind.

It was Sean the sailor. Looker was looking at the dock, Sean was talking to a lady in a red dress. He took her hand, bowed a little, and kissed the back of her hand. The lady swooned and giggled, giving the burly sailor a smooch on the lips. Later, after setting sail, Sean commented “Never shake a dames hand, always kiss it.:

Looker did the same thing- bowing slightly, he put his lips to the back of her hand, and came back up, releasing her hand.

“Now what? Was that strange? Oh no non no no-Wait! A compliment!” he thought

“You look lovely today.” he said.

Johanna blushed, giggled into her hand, and said-

“Thanks.” softly.

The two of them walked into town, searching for something to do.

After a few minutes, Johanna piped up.

“Ooh, what’s that statue over there?”

She pointed to the old, old stature sitting atop a hill.
“That’s an old statue where they use to have festivals and stuff. Now it just sits there.”

“Neat! Mind if we go see it?”

“Lets go!”

The two scrambled up the hill.

“Wow….its some sort of Pokemon……wonder which one?”

“No telling. It must have been pretty big…”

The rustic structure resembled a mighty Dragon of some sort, a large jewel on its broad chest.

The duo sat on the warm grass by the statue.

“Do you have any Pokemon, Looker?”

“Me? No, I never got into them. You?”

“Oh yes! I show them in Contests over in Hearthome.”

“Ah, cool.”

Truth be told, Looker had never heard of the place.

“Yeah. Me and my Eevee and Glameow haven’t won yet, but I’m sure we will!”

“You probably will. If you ever need support, just tell me and I’ll be there.”

Truth be told again, he had no idea how “Pokemon Contests” worked.

“Aw, thanks!”

The setting sun was breathtaking over Eterna City.

“So you’re hear all week?”

“Yep.”

“Heh, me and you should do some more things if you want to….”

“Sure I want to, silly! You’re real nice…..”

“Thanks…you too….”

“Lets take a trip to Floaroma Town tomorrow! That would be fun!”

“Ok, sounds good!”

The sun lowered deeper into the sky.

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“Well, thanks for showing me around.”

“You’re welcome. I had fun.”

“Me too! Goodnight, Looker.”

“Night Johanna.”

Just as she was about to open the door to her grandma’s apartment, she turned around.

“Oh, hey. Remember when you kissed my hand?” she asked with a devilish tone of voice.

“Urm, yeah…I’m s-sorry if you-”

Before he could finish, she leaned close to him and kissed him on the cheek.

“Teehee, now we’re even.”

And like that, she left the stunned Looker alone in the hallway. He put a hand on his cheek.

Without changing the look on his face, he entered his own apartment, got into night clothes, brushed his teeth, turned off the lights, crawled into bed , and laid there.

20 minutes later, he comes out of his trance and says-

“What is this, I don’t even.”

Then he passed out, asleep.

great story

but I must say, it hurts my eyes a little when I read it could you edit them into paragraphs maybe?

Yeah, rather then skipping lines bunch some of the sentences together. Skip lines when you're doing dialouge still, because that's the way you're supposed to do it.

I don't wanna sound like a critic, because I really like it so far. Good job.

nice storys dude i'm a writer to hope you make more storys






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“Look”
Chapter 4

To Looker, the sun always shone in the fragrant Eterna City.

He had a place of his own, cash, and, for the most part, his own life. He was truly his own man, all at age sixteen.

He awoke around the same time as yesterday and went about his morning routine, only with the same stunned face he had last night. The face of being kissed by a cute girl.

As he was putting on his clothes, similar to the ones he wore the previous day only the shirt was a dark brown, a familiar knock came at the door.

“Just a second!” he called with his shirt half-way on.

He went to the mini-fridge, grabbed a chilled can of soda, and with a couple of gulps, threw the empty can into the trash.

He opened the door to see Johanna, smiling and holding a picnic basket. Today she wore a vivid green shirt, and she smelled…well, she smelled good.

“Ready to go to Floaroma Town?”

“Yep. What’s with the basket?”

“We’ll have a picnic!”

“Oh, cool!”

The duo exited the Condominiums, chatting about small things.

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On the edge of Eterna City the pair stopped. A sign was posted that read-

“Eterna forest-Eterna City.”

“We’ll have to walk through the forest first.” Johanna said, moving closer to Looker.

He was nervous. He had never left Eterna City. Then he thought about the wild Pokemon within the thick forest. What if one attacks him like the Golbat did?

He rubbed his left arm. His Bite wound had long since healed, leaving a distinctive scar.

“NO!” he thought. “Looker, you sly dog, put on a brave face for her!”

With his confidence boosted, he began to walk towards the towering trees.

“Lets get to it then!”

He smiled back to Johanna, who giggled and followed after him.

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The forest was just as lush and green as the city that shared it’s name. The large, thick trees made a maze through the tall blades of thin grass. The treetops blotted out parts of the sky and the sun shone through the opening of branches and leaves, giving the ground blotches of light.

“There’s a rumor that some crazy old man used to live in a big house up here, but when a ghost-robot attacked him, he moved away.” Johanna said with a tone of dread.

“Its just a rumor, who’s ever heard of a ‘ghost-robot‘? And you did say he was crazy, right?”

“No, like the ghost possessed a robot and tried to shock the old coot!”

“Hm. That would be fun to investigate!” Looker replied, intrigued by such a story.

“You’re more adventurous than I am…. You must be born with it….”

“Not really. Some days you just have to get up and decide to go look for adventure.”

Johanna thought about what he had just said. He was right. A strong warmth welled up inside the young girl, causing her to take Looker’s hand in hers.

“Thanks Looker…..lets look together.”

He didn’t know how to reply to this, or how to react to her holding his hand, so he just nodded and continued to walk.

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Floaroma Town was like Eterna City- only smaller, and instead of trees, it had an abundance in flowers and plants of every kind.

“Smell those flowers! What a scent!” Johanna squealed as they entered the small town.

As far as the eye could see, flowers were everywhere on the ground. The whole place was one giant flower patch, perfect for picnics.

Sitting down in the middle of the ocean of petals, Looker began to roll up his sleeves, another thing he learned from his sea-faring days-

The bottom levels of the ship is where they all ate. A large, wooden table is where the crew sat, the captain sitting at the end. The table was old and worn, knife marks and stains taking up the majority of the wood.

Sailor John, another man of the sea, would always roll up his sleeves.

“What’s the point of that John?” a fourteen year Looker asked one supper.

“Ah, young chap. Around gentlemen and the sort, its so you don’t stain your sleeves while eating, yes, but around the tenderness of a woman, its to show off your tattoos and scars, you see?”

“Oh….cool.”

“Now, any other questions?”

“Nope.”

“Excellent, now for my daily cigar…”

John pulled out a plump cigar and touched the tip to his lighter, causing a rich smoke to fill the air.

“AYE! Its like someone let loose a family of Koffing in here! John! Put that puffer out! Us sailors are going to be cut down in health!” Luke yelled from the other end of the table.

With a deep breath of smoke, John called back-

“Better than cutting the scarred earth!”

The Captain called to them all -”Quiet! You’re both riding me up a wall!”

“That’s what your mother said last night, Trebek!” Sean yelled over to the man at the end seat.

“Sean!”

“Ahejejejejhar!”

John turned to Looker, cigar clutched in hand, sly smile across his face.

He didn’t understand any of it.

So anyway- With his sleeves rolled up to about his elbows, Johanna took notice of his scar.

“What happened!?!”

“Huh? Oh, my arm. Its just a scar.”

“How did you get it?” she asked, inspecting the scar closer.

“I was in Mt.Coronet and-”

“Mt.Coronet! Man, you really are adventurous.”

“And a Golbat swooped down and bit me, but its just fine now.”

“Wow……with that scar, exotic voice, and that attraction to adventure, some might call you a global man of danger…..” she said with a hint of desire.

Looker nearly choked on his peanut butter sandwich at her comment, or, more so, the way she said it.

Choking down the food, he replied

“T-thanks….that’s kinda what I want to be when I get older, some kind of crime-stopper that tackles crime around the world.”

He had never told anyone but Luke what he wanted to be. He hoped Johanna wouldn’t laugh at the idea.

“That’s a great goal! I want to be the Pokemon Contest Champion some day!”

He was relieved. She hadn’t laughed at him. She understood him.

“That’s cool! I know you can reach your dreams if I can!”

“Deal!”

With a laugh, she lunged at him over the picnic basket, embracing him in a hug. Doing the only thing he could do, he hugged back.

He had never felt what he felt right there. She was soft, warm, tender. He liked Johanna. Liked her a lot. She was kind, smart, and not hard to look at. And the greatest part of it was, she liked him back. He couldn’t tell what was sweeter- the smell of the flowers or her. Probably her.
With that one hug, all his worries vanished. His father’s death, his running away, his awkward style of talking-gone. Nothing could bring him down. This was pleasure at its fullest.

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The couple’s week of fun was coming to an end. Johanna was planned to return to her home of Twinleaf Town in one day. They both knew it would come, and the two spent their last hours together sitting in the Condominiums lobby, hands together, seated on the couch.

“I’ll miss you, Looker. I had a great time with you.”

“I’ll miss you too, Johanna. We’ll have to do it again sometime.”

“Yeah…….I should be visiting again in about a year….”

Tears began to form in the girl’s eyes.

He put his arm around her shoulder to comfort her.

“Hey, I’ll be waiting right here for you. Don’t cry….just don’t cry….”

She closed her eyes and leaned on his shoulder.

“Ok…….” she said, tears rolling down her gorgeous face.

“Thanks for everything.”

“You’re very welcome…thank you.”

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Looker was asleep in his bed when the all familiar knock awoke him from his deep slumber.

Rubbing his eyes he got up. He sauntered over to the door, the moonlight being his path through the dark apartment.

Pulling open the door, he saw Johanna standing there, wearing a jacket and holding a duffel bag.

“J-Johanna, I thought you would of headed out by n-”

Before he could finish, she walked into the apartment without a word.

“Um…make yourself at home….”
She set her bag down and walked over to the sleepy boy.

“I didn’t get a chance to really say thank you earlier, and I thought I should before I go…….”

And like that, she wrapped her slender arms around Looker and pressed her lips to his. This snapped him awake instantly. Reacting to instinct, he put his arms around her waist and returned her kiss with a few smaller ones.

The two, while smooching up a storm, scooted over to the chair and plopped down as one figure. If he had thought a hug was nice, this was ecstasy. He didn’t care if they were kids that only knew each other for a week, he didn’t care how Johanna knew how to work her lips and tongue like that, he didn’t care if an Ursaring came bursting through a wall and began to destroy the place- he was making out with a girl.

After 45 minutes or so, the two let go of one another and lifted from the recliner.

“You’re….you’re welcome….” was all he could gasp.

“Never change Looker.”

She picked up her bag and headed for the door. She turned around to look at the boy in boxers and sleeping shirt she had just kissed.

“I gotta go now…….don’t tell my grandmother, ok?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” he winked at her.

With a chuckle, she blew him a kiss and walked out the door.

He watched her walk down the street out of town from his window. The morning sun was just beginning to rise above the horizon. She was the best thing so far about Sinnoh, and all Looker could do was smile as she walked away.

The sun always shone in Eterna City, and he only saw good, good things.

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“Look”
Chapter 5

Looker missed Johanna, that was for sure. Celia would always ask if “The young whipper-snappers” had fun, and his reply would always be “Yes.”

But, beside missing her, things continued to run smoothly in Eterna City for the next year. He grew in stature and in favor with the locals, and with some extra cash, he started buying books of all kinds to study. He knew his father would want him to do that. He also bought an atlas of the Sinnoh Region.

Between working at the bike shop, paying rent, and riding around town, things were good in Eterna.

Good. Not perfect.

He, now seventeen, still had not found an opportunity to stop crime. That was the whole reason he had run away three years previous. He knew he had to get to it, before he waits too long. He had a basic understanding of the Region, he felt at home, in a sense, now it was time to go for his goal.

“The only problem, however…..” he thought out loud one night while laying in bed-

“Is all the towns in Sinnoh don’t need anymore Local Police….”

He started to frown. Had he traveled half-way around the world just to be some guy working in a bike shop?

With a “humph” he turned off the lamp sitting on his nightstand and went to sleep.

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One grey morning he had sweeping duty at Rad’s bike shop. Getting up an hour earlier than normal, he trudged down the street to the small building. Just a normal Thursday.

In front of the building was a small red mail-box. The still half-asleep seventeen year old walked over to the small container, noticing the tiny red flag turned up.

“Hm, early mail today……”

Pulling down the metal lid he retrieved the handful of envelopes.

“Bill……brochure guide…..bill……post card from a guy named….named Wattson?…..and……”

He paused.

“….and a flyer that’s promoting the ‘International Police!’”

Running into the shop, he flung the rest of the mail onto Rad’s desk and hurriedly goes and flips on the show room lights.

He starts to read the flyer aloud.

“Wanted- brave, bold young people willing to travel around the world stopping crime. Must qualify through a series of tests and training courses over the time span of a few weeks.
To go to an interview, go to Pastoria city and take Voyage #4 this coming Friday.”


-I.P. Director Cullen.

Looker nearly fainted. This was too good to be true. Right when he was giving up hope, hope came in the form of a flyer. This was it. He was going to try out for the “International Police”.

“What was the International Police anyway? Sounds neat!” he thought, his mind racing.

Deciding that he’d leave tomorrow early in the morning and plan tonight, he folded up the paper and put it in his pocket. He went and grabbed the wide broom with black bristles. One more day with a “normal” job wasn’t that bad.

He started to hum as he swept. He would tell Rad when he came in and hope he would understand.

Nothing could bring the beaming young man down.

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“Looker? You get the floor clean?”

“Yes sir, Mr.Rickshaw.”

“Good job. Start on displaying those new pedals we got in the back room.”

“Yes sir.”

The day droned on. Little kids needing some part after a wreck, parents looking for birthday presents, bikers checking out the newest products. Just an usual day in the bike shop.

Once the day was starting to end, he went up to Rad.

“Um, excuse me sir. A minute of your time?”

With a quizzical look, Rad replied-

“Huh? Sure……”

“Thanks. I…I have a chance to possibly join the International Police, and I would have to leave town tomorrow if I were to try…..”

“THE International Police? Aren’t you a bit young?”

“They say they want young people…for deputies I guess….”

“Ah….International Police eh? Heh, very big dream……And you say you’d have to up and leave tomorrow?”

“Yes sir……I’ve wanted something like this to happen for years……”

Rad shifted his weight on his right foot, then his left, and did his trademark neck scratch.

“Looker, you’re a darn fine employee. A damn fine one, really. I don’t know your past, nor do I want to know…..and when you talk about ambitions and things, it makes me wonder what made you who you are…..what happened in your past to make you want to do this? But like I said, I don’t want to know…….damn fine employee kid…….”

He hadn’t expected Rad to go so deep with their talk.

“And I know, I know, I’m just a bike salesman with a bald spot, but I’ve lived life day in and day out and go through the same trials as anyone else…you’d make a good International Police Agent…..”

The older man looked down, again shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“What I do want, Looker……..”

He held out his hand, soft smile covering his face.

“Is a promise that you’ll qualify and make it.”

Looker’s swelled with joy, grasping the other mans hand firmly and shaking it.

“Thank you, Mr.Ricksahaw! Thank you!”

“Please, call me Rad. You don’t work here anymore.” he said with a laugh.
“I won’t forgot this, er, Rad.”

“Oh, one other thing!” he turned and darted to his office, dug around in his desk, and retrieved an envelope.

“Here buddy, take your last weeks ‘pay check‘.” he said holding out the white paper item.

“B-but today is only Thursday….”

“Go ahead, take it. I insist….”

Taking the ‘pay check’, he noticed a thin stack of green bills were tucked inside.

“Mr. Ri- Rad, my pay check isn’t this much…I couldn’t ju-”

“Ap ap ap! Say nothing on it. Now get outta here unless you’re going to buy something.” Rad said with a joking smile.

With a laugh, Looker nodded, patted Rad on the back, and walked out of the bike shop for the last time.

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The next morning Looker awoke with renewed energy. Today was the day he finally met his goal. He had packed his bag the night before, only this time using an actual hiking back pack. The pumped teenager put on some travel clothes and prepared to leave.

He went about his morning routine, drank a soda, and looked back one more time at his humble apartment. His old suitcase was sitting by the chair.

“Heh, that old thing…..”

He walked over to the worn suitcase and placed it in his closet. Memories of lugging it across the ocean flashed in his mind like a strobe light in darkness……

“Look at ya, Looker! You’re only a lad and hauling better luggage than all of us sailors!”

The sailor that said this was Sailor Ben. He had dark toned skin, a bald head, soft eyes, and long fingers. His raspy voice could be heard most of the time singing old jazz songs and night club tunes. He claimed back home he had a snazzy Porsche, but this was never proven.

“Thanks Ben…but what do sailors use to carry their clothes in?” the 14 year old Looker asked.

“Aheheha! Looker-Cat,” he began jumping down from his bunk, “One of two things…”

He crouched to the floor and pulled a thick, dense trunk from under the bunk bed.

“Either a ship trunk like this old thing here” he said, tapping his fingers on the leather extior.

“Or a big ol’ bag like this, ya dig?” he replied pulling out a large fabric bag from under the bed, it’s draw strings frayed.

“Oh. I see……”

Pushing the items back under the bottom bunk, Ben raised up.

“Now then Looker-Cat, you wanna learn what a ‘Jive Turkey’ is?”

“Sure!”

The two shipmates walked past Sailor Sean and Captain Trebek bickering over a thing called “Buck Futters”, whatever that meant.

Besides Luke, Ben was probably the nicest sailor of the crew.

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Before he made it to the stairs, Celia’s voice bellowed from within her apartment.

“Wait, Looker! Come over here a minute!”

He was surprised she was up this early.

“Yes ma’m?” he asked.

“I just wanted to see that handsome face one last time……I know you’ll do well, dear….”

“Thanks. Thank you for everything…..”

“Oh don’t men-” she stopped and gazed at the coat’s left sleeve.

“Heavens! You can’t go to a job interview with a tattered sleeve! Hand it here, hand it here!”

She ran the coat over to a sink. She then filled a pot with warm water and pulled out a small container filled with green dust.

“I got this at the herb shop…it’ll lift that stain right out.” she said, emptying the dust into the water, turning it a deep green.

She pressed the sleeve into the warm water, lifted it out, ringed it out, and patted it down with a dish rag. To his amazement, the three year old bloodstain had vanished.

“Now for those tears……”

The spry 69 year old went to work stitching and sewing the rips in on the smooth interior, thin, wrinkled fingers moving in a blur as the gashes grew smaller and smaller.

He was amazed at how fast the older lady went, never stopping, and always with a soft smile.

“There, all fixed. How does that look?”

The sleeve was all better. You wouldn’t be able to tell it was tattered and splattered with blood. Celia had done an astonishing job.

“Wow, it looks brand new….Thank you!”

“Of course dear, of course…”

She hugged the Looker with a strong embrace and squeezed.

“Never change Looker, never change.”

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NOTES: I hated writing this chapter. I’m not a big fan of shipping, but it relates to the story later on. This is also the end of this saga of “Look”, as I’ve covered his beginnings, how he got to Sinnoh, and his first couple of years that’ll play a role as the action parts pick up. I know these chapters were dull, but now we dive into Looker as he joins the International Police!

Again-Thanks for reading and comments, tips, and pointers welcome!
25 points to whoever recognizes the “special guest sailor”.

NEXT- The road to Pastoria City! And a return from an old character! 50 points to whoever can guess the right answer!

Whoa, nice story man. I like it so far.

“Look”
Chapter 6, Saga 2.

Mt.Coronet is the biggest mountain in the Sinnoh Region. Many hikers told of the grueling caves you had to pass, of the long dark treks and eerily quiet tunnels. The Pokemon, depending on which level you go to, are terribly strong, as evidence of the stories old construction workers tell of building the man-made stairs and bridges in the large landmass.

All this however, weren’t going to stop a young man in a trench coat from reaching Pastoria City.

His name was “Looker”, a nickname with a snazzy ring to it. This lean, dark haired boy was on his way to the “Marsh town by the sea” in hopes of becoming a top notch International Police agent.

With his bag, dark green bike for transport, map, and wit he began to pedal faster.

“So I should end up in Hearthome City, then I just need to go south on Route 212. Easy!” he said, nearing the mouth of the cave.

With a final look back on Eterna City, he entered the mountain he had traveled in nearly 3 years ago, the dim light all to present.

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“I’m glad this bike was built to last. I would hate to have to walk through this again.”

The rubber wheels jagged up and down on the rough, brown stone floor. He began to hum a tune, allowing the little jive to echo throughout the caverns. Everything was going as planned. Not just the trip to Pastoria, but his whole plan. Getting to Sinnoh, finding his calling, locating an opportunity….all of it- geared like a well oiled bike chain, which, ironically, was propelling him forward through the cave.

Suddenly, a ear-splitting screech entered the air above his head. A wild Pokemon!

Braking, Looker turned and try to see what Pokemon had made that awful noise. It was slightly high pitched, but scratchy and ragged. It almost sounded in pain……almost as if it was angry……almost…….

“……….Almost like that Golbat!” he yelled.

The might winged beast swooped down in front of him. It’s eyes mean and dark, his large wings twitching with anticipation. Inside its wide mouth, three glistening white teeth were ready to chomp down and suck blood. It’s fourth tooth was missing, leaving a blank spot in the dark purple gums of the Golbat.
It was the same Golbat from 3 years ago. The one that gave him that gnarly scar.

“Y-you! What are you doing here?” Looker asked the Pokemon, voice starting to shake at such a foul beast.

It inched closer, still emitting it’s mighty screeches. It had remembered Looker. It had remembered what the boy had taken. It had a grudge.

“Look, just let me pass. I don’t have time for this……” he began to slowly creep to the side, hoping to have enough space to speed by Golbat.

The Golbat licked the empty spot in it’s mouth where his fourth tooth was supposed to go, staring straight at Looker.

“You want your tooth, huh? Is that it? You putrid Pocket Monster?”

“ Wait!” he thought.

He reached into his coat’s pocket and felt the smooth enamel tooth, still there after all these years.

“Ok, ok, I have it…here, jus-”

The Golbat moved about 2 feet away from him, holding out it’s long, oozing tongue, as if to say “Put it here, this is where it goes….”

That’s when Looker noticed the whole ordeal. He, a man. A HUMAN man, was being bullied by a Pokemon. A POKEMON. It was stupid. He wasn’t going to take it.

Clasping the tooth around his hand, he moved a foot away from Golbat and told it “No.” before speeding away on his bike.

Pumping as fast as he could he rocketed away from Golbat, who after a few moments caught on and began to chase him. It’s wings beating down on the air, soon it was only a few feet away from the bike back tire.

“C’mon ding-bat, catch me! You cave dwelling blood sucker!”

Hearing this, the Golbat’s wings swooped up with a mighty gush of wind. Bellowing out yet another cry, it flapped it’s purple wings down, producing an Air Cutter attack. The crescent shaped blade of air swept down at a great speed, making contact with the tire, popping it.

“N-no!” was all Looker could say before his rattling bike crashed on the ground, causing him to tumble onto the rocks.

Struggling to get up, the Golbat swooped down and stood over him, fangs bared.

This was it. His whole life about to be ended with one Bite to the skull. He could already feel the sharp pain tunneling into his skull. The Golbat would suck all his blood from his body, leaving him a dried husk of a man. He closed his eyes, ready for his painful death.

Then, a past memory came into his mind.

He was on the sea, up on the deck of the ship with the other sailors. They were running about doing their duties, and at the back of the wooden deck, Sailor Bruce was doing push ups along with another man.

Bruce was of oriental descent. Narrow eyes, black hair. He was top physical shape. Washboard abs, slender and strong muscles toning his arms, mighty legs, and very callused hands. Everyday around noon he gathered at that spot and trained some of the other sailors.

“C’mon now. 50 more push-ups.” he barked out to the other sailor.

“Bruce….Bruce, I can’t, my arms are giving out.” It was true. The skimpy sailors arms were beginning to wobble, and thick drops of sweat fell from his forehead.

“No.” Bruce spat.

“You’ll do 50 more. C’mon, only 45 now.”

“But….but I’ll die if I do anymore….”

Bruce sprang up.

“Then die. If you put limits on your body then it spreads to your entire life, your entire being. If you die you die. There are no limits , only plateaus, and you must constantly exceed them.”

These words sparked a fire in the smaller man, who began pumping his arms faster, faster until he reached the 50 mark.

“Good. Go wash up.”

Bruce was a kind soul. Very intelligent, very wise. One of his quotes was “Perfect bodies come from perfect minds.”

Those words always stuck with Looker, but now those words came busting out.

“NO!” he yelled.
He wasn’t going to let this dumb, wild Pokemon take his life. Not like this. He kicked the Golbat in between the eyes, causing it to guard it’s face with it’s wings.

Getting up, Looker crawled to his bike, now a heap of parts, and grabbed the handlebars, which were snapped clean off.

Trying to think of a witty one-liner, he chucked the metallic bike part towards the flailing Golbat. The handlebars landed in it’s mouth, where Golbat swallowed them. It’s mighty screeches were now replaced by choking, gargling noises, the handlebars jammed down Golbat’s throat. Trying to heave the metal bar out of his mouth, the winged Pokemon rolled around on the ground.

Instead of running, Looker stood and watched the Pokemon trying to free itself from it’s misery. He started to laugh at the site, the once powerful monster of Mt.Coronet was now choking on a old bike part. Then, the hacking noises stopped. Had the thing swallowed them? Had it coughed them up? The purple Pokemon raised up, put on it’s best Mean Look, and opened it’s maw. A shrill bell ring bellowed out from it’s mouth. Golbat snapped its mouth closed, looked down at its mouth, opened again, tried to screech, and again, only the sound of a bike bell was heard.

“Ahahaaahahaha! You must of swallowed the bike ringer too!” He laughed at the cartoon like site in front of him.

Humiliated, the Golbat flew away, still trying to screech, but still sounding out a bike bell chime.

Looker laughed some more, and continued to the exit on foot. After awhile, he saw a light. Outside. He ran into the sunshine. He had lost his bike, but he still had his life, his bag, and the Golbat’s tooth and pride. And he was now in Hearthome City.

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NOTES: As always, comments, tips, criticism welcome! Again, 25 points to whoever can guess the “Special Guest Sailor.”

pretty good stroy jazz keep it up.

because of you i decided to make my own story well i already write storys but you inspired me to put it on vizzed

hackerman : I'm honored.

I love this story but there is one just like this on bulbapedia because i remember replying to the other story on bulbapedia and i got no reply. Great story though

On Bulbagarden, you mean?

I wrote that. I'm RaccoonGoon on that site.

Right i love your stories but i got no reply in bulbagarden ( same username) when i answered smoochum all well i hope you keep updated

Oh, I'm sorry. I can't reply to everybody, but I can say THANK YOU so much for reading.