Note:if you read, please take some time to review. it can be good, bad, or in between, but reviews is what helps me get better. Yes, this is a trainer/quest fic, based on Pokemon Emerald.
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The moving truck rumbled through the woods. Not that the white-haired boy in the back could see any of it, since there was no windows He sat on one of the crates, adjusting one of his green wristbands.
It's been a long and bumpy ride from his old town of Johto. His father opened a new gym in a town at Hoenn, and he wanted his family to move to Hoenn as well.
"Why do I have to sit back here. Isn't there enough room up front?" he said out loud. "Well, at least it can't get any worse."
At least, that's what he thought. Then he heard the station the radio at the front was set to.
"And now we return to Classic 103.5. All classical music, all the time," it said.
The boy groaned, his head going into his orange-gloved hand. It just got worse.
He totally hated classical music, and couldn't understand why other people like it. If there was any mercy in this world, a crate would fall on his head and kill him.
Then the van screeched to a stop. The boy wasn't expecting it, and was tossed back into a stack of crates, which fell down on top of him. And while it didn't kill him, it sure hurt.
He could hear the doors open, and then he heard his mother worried yell when she saw the pile of crates on top of him.
"Brendan!" she yelled.
"A little help here?" Brendan said from under the crates
"Vigoroth, can you get the crates off of him before moving everything inside?"
"Vigo," they answered, and started lifting the crates off of Brendan. As soon as he was free, he rubbed a couple of sore spots and adjusted the green headband on his head.
"This move better be worth it, Mom." he said, as the headband was moved back in it's original position. "Couldn't I have at least gotten a pokemon before we moved?"
"You know that we couldn't wait, Brendan. Your license came late, and the professor couldn't give you a pokemon until you got it. But for now, let's get inside," she said.
Brendan jumped out of the van and followed his mother inside the house. The inside looked nice, and the Vigorath were already getting everything moved into place. It wasn't very large, but it'll suit their needs just fine.
"It looks like things are getting put away down here. Brendan, why don't you make sure everything is moved upstairs? And by the way, your dad got a clock to celebrate our move here." she said.
"A clock? Not something like a premier ball, or maybe a rare pokemon? What a cheapsake," Brendan thought, as he went up the stairs and looked around the room.
He checked off the items in his head, making sure they're all there. then he turned towards the clock on the wall, noticing that it wasn't moving. He checked his watch and set the clock to the correct time, then inserted a battery to start it.
He grabbed his backpack and went back downstairs, and his mother called for him. She was saying that his dad was on. Brendan ran to the TV, but he got there in time to here the last of the news report.
"We missed it," his mother said. "Anyway, our next door neighbor, the Birch's, may want to meet you. I heard that they have a daughter about your age as well."
Brendan gave a small smile. Maybe he'll get a girlfriend in this town. He walked out of his house and walked over to the similar sized house next door. he knocked on the door, and a woman from inside told him he could come in. When he did, he was slightly shocked to see the house looked exactly like his own, only reversed.
"Hi there," a woman said. "You must be Brendan. I'm Mrs.Birch."
"Hi," Brendan said.
"May was exited about making a new friend. She's in her room, I believe," Mrs. Birch said.
"I'll go up and meet her. Thanks," Brendan said, walking upstairs.
The room upstairs, like the downstairs, was a mirror version of his own. The only difference was that some of the items, like the clock, seemed more suited for a girl. He didn't see anyone there, but saw a pokeball on the floor.
"I wonder what's in here," he said, picking it up. But before he could press the button, a hand flew out of nowhere and snatched the ball from him.
He looked to see that the hand belonged to a girl with long brown hair that ended just above her shoulders, and had a green bandana on her head. Her gloves were black and white, and she had a green belt around her waist that had pockets on it. She stood slightly taller than Brendan.
"I'll take that, thank you," she said, with an expression that suggested she didn't want him there. "Who are you, anyway?"
"Brendan," he said. "I just moved in next door. You must be May."
The girl nodded, her expression softening.
"I heard about you from my dad, who's the local professor here in town..." she started.
"There's a professor here too? Great, maybe I can finally get a pokemon," Brendan interrupted.
May scowled. She hated being interrupted.
"Well, anyway, I have to help my dad with some fieldwork," she said, as she picked up a few items and walked downstairs. Brendan followed, thinking that she probably didn't want him in her room when she wasn't there.
After walking out, he was thinking of visiting the professor. But before he could walk down, he heard someone yelling for help. He ran up and saw a brown haired guy running around, with a Zigzagoon on his tail. He got himself cornered against a tree, when he saw Brendan.
"Hey, kid, can you help me? Take one of the pokeballs out of my bag there and help me out!" the man screamed.
Brendan knew that a Zigzagoon wasn't particularly dangerous. Nonetheless, he went to the brown bag in front of him and pulled out one of the pokeballs at random. He threw it to see that he grabbed a green lizard-like pokemon with large yellow eyes, a pinkish belly, and a large tail.
"Treecko," the pokemon said.
"Okay, Treecko...um...." Brendan said, not sure of his attacks.
"Treeco's attacks are Pound and Leer!" the man yelled.
Brendan nodded, then looked down at the green lizard.
"Okay, Treecko, use Pound." Brendan said.
Treecko obeyed immediately, jumping into the air and pounding his large tail down on the Zigzagoon, then backflipping and landing. The Zigzagoon turned and suddenly slammed into Treecko with a Tackle. He flew back and landed.
"Don't take that from him, Treecko." Brendan said. "Hit him with another Pound."
Treeco complied, slapping the pokemon right in the face. the opponent shook it off, then came at Treecko again. Brendon watched as he came closer...closer...
"Dodge, now!" Brendan yelled.
Treecko jumped up, revealing the stump behind him. Zigzagoon was going to fast to stop, and slammed his head right into it. He fell, knocked out.
"Well, an unusual way to win, but I'm thankful for your help," the man said. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Professor Birch."
"Wait, you're Professor Birch?" Brendan said.
He nodded, then said, "It's much to dangerous here. Let's go back to my lab."
Brendan followed him back to the pokemon lab, and they went inside.
To be continued...
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The moving truck rumbled through the woods. Not that the white-haired boy in the back could see any of it, since there was no windows He sat on one of the crates, adjusting one of his green wristbands.
It's been a long and bumpy ride from his old town of Johto. His father opened a new gym in a town at Hoenn, and he wanted his family to move to Hoenn as well.
"Why do I have to sit back here. Isn't there enough room up front?" he said out loud. "Well, at least it can't get any worse."
At least, that's what he thought. Then he heard the station the radio at the front was set to.
"And now we return to Classic 103.5. All classical music, all the time," it said.
The boy groaned, his head going into his orange-gloved hand. It just got worse.
He totally hated classical music, and couldn't understand why other people like it. If there was any mercy in this world, a crate would fall on his head and kill him.
Then the van screeched to a stop. The boy wasn't expecting it, and was tossed back into a stack of crates, which fell down on top of him. And while it didn't kill him, it sure hurt.
He could hear the doors open, and then he heard his mother worried yell when she saw the pile of crates on top of him.
"Brendan!" she yelled.
"A little help here?" Brendan said from under the crates
"Vigoroth, can you get the crates off of him before moving everything inside?"
"Vigo," they answered, and started lifting the crates off of Brendan. As soon as he was free, he rubbed a couple of sore spots and adjusted the green headband on his head.
"This move better be worth it, Mom." he said, as the headband was moved back in it's original position. "Couldn't I have at least gotten a pokemon before we moved?"
"You know that we couldn't wait, Brendan. Your license came late, and the professor couldn't give you a pokemon until you got it. But for now, let's get inside," she said.
Brendan jumped out of the van and followed his mother inside the house. The inside looked nice, and the Vigorath were already getting everything moved into place. It wasn't very large, but it'll suit their needs just fine.
"It looks like things are getting put away down here. Brendan, why don't you make sure everything is moved upstairs? And by the way, your dad got a clock to celebrate our move here." she said.
"A clock? Not something like a premier ball, or maybe a rare pokemon? What a cheapsake," Brendan thought, as he went up the stairs and looked around the room.
He checked off the items in his head, making sure they're all there. then he turned towards the clock on the wall, noticing that it wasn't moving. He checked his watch and set the clock to the correct time, then inserted a battery to start it.
He grabbed his backpack and went back downstairs, and his mother called for him. She was saying that his dad was on. Brendan ran to the TV, but he got there in time to here the last of the news report.
"We missed it," his mother said. "Anyway, our next door neighbor, the Birch's, may want to meet you. I heard that they have a daughter about your age as well."
Brendan gave a small smile. Maybe he'll get a girlfriend in this town. He walked out of his house and walked over to the similar sized house next door. he knocked on the door, and a woman from inside told him he could come in. When he did, he was slightly shocked to see the house looked exactly like his own, only reversed.
"Hi there," a woman said. "You must be Brendan. I'm Mrs.Birch."
"Hi," Brendan said.
"May was exited about making a new friend. She's in her room, I believe," Mrs. Birch said.
"I'll go up and meet her. Thanks," Brendan said, walking upstairs.
The room upstairs, like the downstairs, was a mirror version of his own. The only difference was that some of the items, like the clock, seemed more suited for a girl. He didn't see anyone there, but saw a pokeball on the floor.
"I wonder what's in here," he said, picking it up. But before he could press the button, a hand flew out of nowhere and snatched the ball from him.
He looked to see that the hand belonged to a girl with long brown hair that ended just above her shoulders, and had a green bandana on her head. Her gloves were black and white, and she had a green belt around her waist that had pockets on it. She stood slightly taller than Brendan.
"I'll take that, thank you," she said, with an expression that suggested she didn't want him there. "Who are you, anyway?"
"Brendan," he said. "I just moved in next door. You must be May."
The girl nodded, her expression softening.
"I heard about you from my dad, who's the local professor here in town..." she started.
"There's a professor here too? Great, maybe I can finally get a pokemon," Brendan interrupted.
May scowled. She hated being interrupted.
"Well, anyway, I have to help my dad with some fieldwork," she said, as she picked up a few items and walked downstairs. Brendan followed, thinking that she probably didn't want him in her room when she wasn't there.
After walking out, he was thinking of visiting the professor. But before he could walk down, he heard someone yelling for help. He ran up and saw a brown haired guy running around, with a Zigzagoon on his tail. He got himself cornered against a tree, when he saw Brendan.
"Hey, kid, can you help me? Take one of the pokeballs out of my bag there and help me out!" the man screamed.
Brendan knew that a Zigzagoon wasn't particularly dangerous. Nonetheless, he went to the brown bag in front of him and pulled out one of the pokeballs at random. He threw it to see that he grabbed a green lizard-like pokemon with large yellow eyes, a pinkish belly, and a large tail.
"Treecko," the pokemon said.
"Okay, Treecko...um...." Brendan said, not sure of his attacks.
"Treeco's attacks are Pound and Leer!" the man yelled.
Brendan nodded, then looked down at the green lizard.
"Okay, Treecko, use Pound." Brendan said.
Treecko obeyed immediately, jumping into the air and pounding his large tail down on the Zigzagoon, then backflipping and landing. The Zigzagoon turned and suddenly slammed into Treecko with a Tackle. He flew back and landed.
"Don't take that from him, Treecko." Brendan said. "Hit him with another Pound."
Treeco complied, slapping the pokemon right in the face. the opponent shook it off, then came at Treecko again. Brendon watched as he came closer...closer...
"Dodge, now!" Brendan yelled.
Treecko jumped up, revealing the stump behind him. Zigzagoon was going to fast to stop, and slammed his head right into it. He fell, knocked out.
"Well, an unusual way to win, but I'm thankful for your help," the man said. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Professor Birch."
"Wait, you're Professor Birch?" Brendan said.
He nodded, then said, "It's much to dangerous here. Let's go back to my lab."
Brendan followed him back to the pokemon lab, and they went inside.
To be continued...
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