I'm rating this fic PG-13, mostly for language and um detailed battles.
So . . . HAPPY SUMMER, PEOPLE! Well, aside from doing The Books of Fire, there's something that I wanted to do during summer vacation to keep me from getting bored. Now, I'm not really giving this fic my all. I don't want to spend hours of each day fretting over whether or not it's the best I can do. Know why? Because it's not. Just giving myself something to do over the summer, and some sh*t for you dudes to read instead of some crappy summer reading list from school. I don't want to push myself here. I just want to kick back, relax, and actually ENJOY writing something. Sure, crits are still greatly appreciated. I'm just saying, don't expect a masterpiece here.
Yes, it's a Trainer fic. About a boy and a girl. One is lazy and reluctant to go on the journey, the boy is um the opposite of that. BUT WHAT MAKES IT UNIIIIIIQUE is that it's a Trainer fic . . . IN ORRE! Ha! Now how often do ya see THAT huh?
W00t w00t I'm soooo original!
Imma gunna use Michael's Japanese name instead of his English one for OAaH. Because I like Ryuuto better.
And now . . . ON WITH THE FIC DAMMIT!
Knock, knock, knock.
“Alison, time to get up!”
“Uuuuuuuugh . . .”
Great. Alison’s mother, waking her up at . . . what time was it? Based on how tired she was after staying up until midnight while playing video-games, Ally, as Alison preferred to be called, guessed that it was around five o’clock. But then again, how could she be sure?
Knock, knock, knock.
“Rise and shine, sweetie!”
“Nooooooo . . .”
“Come on, Ally! It’s always best to get up early on your sixteenth birthday!”
“No, it’s not . . .” Ally groaned groggily, still refusing to open her eyes. The joy in remembering it was her birthday was outweighed by the irritation at being woken up way too early. She knew she had to get out of bed soon or her mother would pour a bucket of cold water on her face; she had done it before, and ****, it was cold! But damn it . . . Ally was just so tired. . . .
Knock, knock, knock.
The sound of a fist hitting the door was fading rapidly now as Ally fell back asleep.
***
Splash!
“Aaaaah!” With a loud scream, Ally sat bolt upright, her fuchsia eyes wide with shock and fear. Ice-cold water soaked her entire head, beads of the liquid dripping from her thick pink hair. Ally coughed as some of the water went down her throat. Ick! Just as cold as the last time her mother poured water on her face.
“It’s alive!”
Ally looked up to see her mother, a short and plump woman named Tamee with curly blond hair, standing next to her daughter, a plastic bucket held in her hands and a smile stretched across her round face.
“Now that you’re awake,” said Tamee, “I’m guessing you want pancakes?”
“Uh, sure,” said Ally as she began to stand up, quickly recovering from the nasty fright she had woken up to.
“By the way, sweeite,” exclaimed Tamee as she hugged her teen daughter so tightly Ally thought she’d choke to death, “happy birthday!”
“Thanks, mom,” Ally said, hugging her mother back. Ally opened her mouth again to rudely ask her mother why she woke her up so early, but then she realized that her mother would give her a good, hard slap across the face if she did so.
“Now come on, Ally; let’s have breakfast! I made your favorite!” Tamee began to walk out of Ally’s small bedroom.
“Pancakes,” sighed Ally with a smile, “I know.” She began to follow her mother out of the room and toward the short flight of stairs.
***
***
Breakfast, to Ally’s surprise, was fairly quiet. She and her mother said little to each other as they chewed on their syrup-covered pancakes. As always, they tasted delicious, but for once, Ally did not notice their lusciousness. Her mind was instead focused on her mother, who just sat there staring at her empty white plate. Weird. Usually, Tamee was a very talkative person, always chattering about something. But now she was . . . quiet. Someone please pinch her; Ally had to be dreaming!
“Uh, mom?” she asked slowly.
Tamee looked up from her plate, her green eyes wide. “Yes, dear?”
“I noticed you’re kinda quiet today. You okay?”
“Oh, I’m fine . . .” She sighed. “Oh, I may as well tell you. Ally, remember when you were ten years old and the other kids were going on Pokemon Journeys?”
“Yeah,” Ally replied, uncertain about what her mother was going to say. Yes, Ally remembered that day very clearly.
***
“Get up, Ally!”
“Mom, no . . .” Ten-year-old Ally groaned as her mother tapped her on the shoulder. “Want to sleep more . . .”
“But dear,” protested Tamee, “it’s your tenth birthday, and you know what that means, right?”
“I fiiiiinally get to move out?” Ally moaned sarcastically.
Tamee couldn’t help but chuckle. “No . . . well, actually, yes.”
“Whuuuuuuut?”
“You’re starting your Pokemon Journey today, angel.”
“No, wanna stay hooooome . . .”
Tamee was startled at her daughter’s words. It was true that Ally hated leaving home. Not really that she was afraid to leave home; it was more that she detested being exposed to sunlight and fresh air. She claimed that the sun gave her sunburns too easily and fresh air burned her lungs.
What Tamee was surprised at, however, was that Ally did not want to go on a Pokemon Journey. Even if she didn’t like going outdoors, didn’t every ten-year-old kid want their own Eevee from Professor Krane and his stepson Ryuuto? Didn’t every kid want to defeat Orre’s eight Gym Leaders and the Elite Four? Didn’t every kid want to become the greatest Pokemon Master in the world, like Ash Ketchum of Kanto?
“But . . . dear, you play Pokemon video-games all the time,” Tamee said gently. “It’s all you ever want to do. Don’t you want to go out and train real Pokemon?”
“No, video-games are better,” Ally mumbled without lifting her head.
Tamee shook her head. Oh, her little Ally was so stubborn . . . she never wanted to do anything other than stay in her room and play video-games. With a sigh, Tamee turned around and left her daughter’s room, throwing a quick “I love you, angel,” over her shoulder.
***
“Well,” said Tamee, “when you were fifteen, I noticed that you were starting to get very unhealthy. You weren’t eating right, and you never got enough exercise. Mew knows how you managed to stay so skinny!” Tamee let out a small chuckle at her own joke, but grew serious again when she noticed that Ally was frowning. “So I made arrangements with Professor Krane, and starting today, dear, you’ll be starting your Pokemon Journey.”
Ally’s dark pink eyes widened; her mouth fell open in shock. A Pokemon Journey? Her? What the ****? How in Mew’s name did this happen?
“I’m what?”
“Sweetie,” said Tamee calmly, “I know I should have asked you first, but I knew you would have said no, and I don’t want you moping around the house for the rest of your teenhood . . .”
“Mom, that is so not fair!” Ally raged, jumping out of her seat and storming towards her mother. “I am not going out and getting my feet wet, or getting bitten by some wild Pokemon, or—“
“Ally,” Tamee said, waging a finger in Ally’s triangular face, “you’re going on the Pokemon Journey, end of discussion.”
So . . . HAPPY SUMMER, PEOPLE! Well, aside from doing The Books of Fire, there's something that I wanted to do during summer vacation to keep me from getting bored. Now, I'm not really giving this fic my all. I don't want to spend hours of each day fretting over whether or not it's the best I can do. Know why? Because it's not. Just giving myself something to do over the summer, and some sh*t for you dudes to read instead of some crappy summer reading list from school. I don't want to push myself here. I just want to kick back, relax, and actually ENJOY writing something. Sure, crits are still greatly appreciated. I'm just saying, don't expect a masterpiece here.
Yes, it's a Trainer fic. About a boy and a girl. One is lazy and reluctant to go on the journey, the boy is um the opposite of that. BUT WHAT MAKES IT UNIIIIIIQUE is that it's a Trainer fic . . . IN ORRE! Ha! Now how often do ya see THAT huh?
W00t w00t I'm soooo original!
Imma gunna use Michael's Japanese name instead of his English one for OAaH. Because I like Ryuuto better.
And now . . . ON WITH THE FIC DAMMIT!
ORRE: ALLY AND HIEP
Prologue
Prologue
Knock, knock, knock.
“Alison, time to get up!”
“Uuuuuuuugh . . .”
Great. Alison’s mother, waking her up at . . . what time was it? Based on how tired she was after staying up until midnight while playing video-games, Ally, as Alison preferred to be called, guessed that it was around five o’clock. But then again, how could she be sure?
Knock, knock, knock.
“Rise and shine, sweetie!”
“Nooooooo . . .”
“Come on, Ally! It’s always best to get up early on your sixteenth birthday!”
“No, it’s not . . .” Ally groaned groggily, still refusing to open her eyes. The joy in remembering it was her birthday was outweighed by the irritation at being woken up way too early. She knew she had to get out of bed soon or her mother would pour a bucket of cold water on her face; she had done it before, and ****, it was cold! But damn it . . . Ally was just so tired. . . .
Knock, knock, knock.
The sound of a fist hitting the door was fading rapidly now as Ally fell back asleep.
***
Splash!
“Aaaaah!” With a loud scream, Ally sat bolt upright, her fuchsia eyes wide with shock and fear. Ice-cold water soaked her entire head, beads of the liquid dripping from her thick pink hair. Ally coughed as some of the water went down her throat. Ick! Just as cold as the last time her mother poured water on her face.
“It’s alive!”
Ally looked up to see her mother, a short and plump woman named Tamee with curly blond hair, standing next to her daughter, a plastic bucket held in her hands and a smile stretched across her round face.
“Now that you’re awake,” said Tamee, “I’m guessing you want pancakes?”
“Uh, sure,” said Ally as she began to stand up, quickly recovering from the nasty fright she had woken up to.
“By the way, sweeite,” exclaimed Tamee as she hugged her teen daughter so tightly Ally thought she’d choke to death, “happy birthday!”
“Thanks, mom,” Ally said, hugging her mother back. Ally opened her mouth again to rudely ask her mother why she woke her up so early, but then she realized that her mother would give her a good, hard slap across the face if she did so.
“Now come on, Ally; let’s have breakfast! I made your favorite!” Tamee began to walk out of Ally’s small bedroom.
“Pancakes,” sighed Ally with a smile, “I know.” She began to follow her mother out of the room and toward the short flight of stairs.
***
***
Breakfast, to Ally’s surprise, was fairly quiet. She and her mother said little to each other as they chewed on their syrup-covered pancakes. As always, they tasted delicious, but for once, Ally did not notice their lusciousness. Her mind was instead focused on her mother, who just sat there staring at her empty white plate. Weird. Usually, Tamee was a very talkative person, always chattering about something. But now she was . . . quiet. Someone please pinch her; Ally had to be dreaming!
“Uh, mom?” she asked slowly.
Tamee looked up from her plate, her green eyes wide. “Yes, dear?”
“I noticed you’re kinda quiet today. You okay?”
“Oh, I’m fine . . .” She sighed. “Oh, I may as well tell you. Ally, remember when you were ten years old and the other kids were going on Pokemon Journeys?”
“Yeah,” Ally replied, uncertain about what her mother was going to say. Yes, Ally remembered that day very clearly.
***
“Get up, Ally!”
“Mom, no . . .” Ten-year-old Ally groaned as her mother tapped her on the shoulder. “Want to sleep more . . .”
“But dear,” protested Tamee, “it’s your tenth birthday, and you know what that means, right?”
“I fiiiiinally get to move out?” Ally moaned sarcastically.
Tamee couldn’t help but chuckle. “No . . . well, actually, yes.”
“Whuuuuuuut?”
“You’re starting your Pokemon Journey today, angel.”
“No, wanna stay hooooome . . .”
Tamee was startled at her daughter’s words. It was true that Ally hated leaving home. Not really that she was afraid to leave home; it was more that she detested being exposed to sunlight and fresh air. She claimed that the sun gave her sunburns too easily and fresh air burned her lungs.
What Tamee was surprised at, however, was that Ally did not want to go on a Pokemon Journey. Even if she didn’t like going outdoors, didn’t every ten-year-old kid want their own Eevee from Professor Krane and his stepson Ryuuto? Didn’t every kid want to defeat Orre’s eight Gym Leaders and the Elite Four? Didn’t every kid want to become the greatest Pokemon Master in the world, like Ash Ketchum of Kanto?
“But . . . dear, you play Pokemon video-games all the time,” Tamee said gently. “It’s all you ever want to do. Don’t you want to go out and train real Pokemon?”
“No, video-games are better,” Ally mumbled without lifting her head.
Tamee shook her head. Oh, her little Ally was so stubborn . . . she never wanted to do anything other than stay in her room and play video-games. With a sigh, Tamee turned around and left her daughter’s room, throwing a quick “I love you, angel,” over her shoulder.
***
“Well,” said Tamee, “when you were fifteen, I noticed that you were starting to get very unhealthy. You weren’t eating right, and you never got enough exercise. Mew knows how you managed to stay so skinny!” Tamee let out a small chuckle at her own joke, but grew serious again when she noticed that Ally was frowning. “So I made arrangements with Professor Krane, and starting today, dear, you’ll be starting your Pokemon Journey.”
Ally’s dark pink eyes widened; her mouth fell open in shock. A Pokemon Journey? Her? What the ****? How in Mew’s name did this happen?
“I’m what?”
“Sweetie,” said Tamee calmly, “I know I should have asked you first, but I knew you would have said no, and I don’t want you moping around the house for the rest of your teenhood . . .”
“Mom, that is so not fair!” Ally raged, jumping out of her seat and storming towards her mother. “I am not going out and getting my feet wet, or getting bitten by some wild Pokemon, or—“
“Ally,” Tamee said, waging a finger in Ally’s triangular face, “you’re going on the Pokemon Journey, end of discussion.”