Subject: [FFML] [FIC] [Pokemon]
From: Sean Masamune
Date: 12/16/1999, 12:14 AM
To: ffml@fanfic.com


I'm hoping I got those tags right....

Ah.  Seeing as how the responses I got for my first fic were positive (Few
as they were they were still encouraging!), I've decided to post another
fic.  This one is written again from the view of a NAC (Non-Ash-Character). 
I actually have 3 stories like this that I've posted on a fanfiction site
(one youve already read... I think.)  This is number three, not number two.
Nobody liked number two (I didnt either.  I think I was fully awake when I
wrote it, and it stinks!)  So I'm going to rewrite it.  Now that all the
technical do-hickies are outta the way, heres my 3rd (not second.  You wont
see the second one if I have any say in it) fan fiction entitled
"Nice Doing Business With You"

Your friendly neighborhood psychos,
~Masa
and
~Mune

"Why do they fear us?"
"Because we act normal"
"Oh"
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Once more we dive into the life of another semi-important character.

		For Want of A Better Name
	The Story of the Forgotten One Liners
		And Other Misc. Charecters

Part 3: "Nice Doing Business With You": The Tale of the Bogus Pedler.

	"Nice doing business with you," the man said, the smile on his face
genuine, but not because of satasfaction.  To him, the customer was
unimportent.  Money.  That's what counted.  Wealth beyond hope, attainable
through the most abundent commodity on Earth: Fools.  Of course, there
were always some people with the intellegence to see through the
jazz and pazazz of his sales pitch.  But these were few and far between.
The average person didn't see what was going on untill he was long gone
with the cash.  And this place was no exception.  So many gullible
trainers looking for a Pok�mon, and he was more then happy to give them
one.  The St. Anne was going to make him a rich man.  Hell, he might
even be able to retire!  He spied another potential sucker.  "'Scuse me
miss, but I want you to see something..."
	What a day it had been!  77 satisfied... er, unsatisfied customers.
'Time to make my escape,' he thought.  Just then, a strange looking fellow
with blue hair stumbled by.  'Odd.  He doesn't seem to fit in here...'
"Hey boy, hey you boy!" he called.
"Are you refering to me?" the man asked, puzzled.
"I want you to get a look at this Pok�mon..."
	As he sped away from the St. Anne in his small skift, he couldn't
help but laugh.  He'd never had such a haul before.  With this much
cash, he'd be able to buy that house in the foothills, or a new car, or
even...  CRASH!  His thoughts were interupted by by a loud clap of thunder.
"Huh?"  He looked up, and immediatly regreted it.  A huge wave washed over
the small boat, tossing him into the frothing sea.  White caps washed
over his head, and his lungs ached for air.  'Sad,' he thought.  'I can't
take it with me...'  Then all was black.
	He awoke in a strange place.  Small torches on the wall cast errie
shadows about the cavernous 'room', if it could be called that.  "Greetings"
boomed a rasping voice.  Startled, he looked up into the face of a reddish
lizzard.  A Charizard.  And it had talked.
"Eh?  You can't talk!..."
"Ah, but I can!" the Pok�mon retorted, laughing.  "I am the gatekeeper of
the after-life.  I'm afraid you little boating trip was cut a tad short,
if you get my meaning," the large lizard said, frowning.  "Water.  Why
would you have ever wanted to go out on water?  Stuff gives me the creeps."
Suddenly recognition flowed through the man, memories of his frantic flight
from the St. Anne, and then the storm, the waves... blackness.  He shuddered,
realizing that what the odd Pok�mon said was true.  The red dragonish
creature pulled a yellowed paper and a quill pen from some unseen spot, and
handed them to the man.  "Sign this.  Then, I will open the gates.  The
here after awaits you," the Charizard snorted impatiently.
"Of-ff-..of course," the man stutered, as he took the frayed sheet and
carefully signed his name on the bottom.  The Charizard pulled his lips
back in a immitaion of a human smile as he accepted the paper now bearing
the man's signature.  "Well?" the pedler asked, impaitently.  "Aren't you
going to open the gates?" he asked, indicating the rusted looking pair
of shutters just past the giant lizard.  Suddenly the Charizard begain to
laugh evilily, making the man a bit uncomfortable.
"Foolish man, did you not read the parchment?  Someone who has pulled
as many scams as you should know to read a contract before you commit
your binding name to it!" the Pok�mon said, mockingly.  "This contract
you have so unwisely signed binds your soul in service to me.  Forever."
"But-bu but..." the man stuttered, his whole body feeling very cold suddenly.
"How is it you humans put it?  Oh, yes... Nice doing business with you."

<FIN>

Well, what do you think?  Comments and suggestions are aprictiated.
Email: Masamune47@yahoo.com
Flames will be tolerated, but only in moderation.

"This short trip from reality was brought to you by Masa and Mune.
Where ever there is confusion, its probably our fault."

Pok�mon, and all related characters and refrences, are copyright
Nintendo/Gamefreaks/Creatures Inc. 1995, 1996, 1998.  This story is
the sole property of its authors (ME... er, we) and may not be used,
in part or in whole, without the expressed written permission of the
author.  You may post this story on your own website as long as
you do not remove this statement, or make others beleve this is
your own story.  (Don't be stealin our ideas!)

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