RATED T/PG-13, just in case...
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CHAPTER ONE: A Trainer's Journey Begins! The Wild Pokemon of Masara Town!
Somewhere between the rival towns of Masara and Tokiwa, a strange man made his way through the untamed road, wondering if his life could possibly worsen. He kept his head low and covered by his hands, although this action was irrelevant, as his brown hair couldn't possibly get any wetter.
The man paused for a moment, and turned around to look down the road behind him. He saw a strange dark object moving silently through the grassy plains, noticeable because the falling rain seemed to be avoiding the creature, arcing away from it and leaving a dry patch for the creature to traverse.
The man wondered for a moment why he had left Tokiwa City without any Pokemon besides his beloved Lizardon, who refused to fight in the rain, for rather obvious reasons. Perhaps in his haste he had not considered the effects the weather could have on his dear Pokemon. And now it was too late.
The man turned back towards the tiny lights of Masara Town, and began to run in earnest. The creature, though he did not turn back to watch it again, sped up precisely the same amount, knocking the wild grass aside as it began to chase the man in earnest.
The man knew that wild Pokemon ought not to behave like that; most gave up quickly and pursued easier prey. That meant that his enemies controlled the strange entity now zooming towards him. The man knew that he had to get to Masara Town, he had to warn Dr. Okido of the dangers that had appeared in all of Kanto. He also feared that he would not be able to get there in time, unless he happened across another trainer in the dim light of dusk.
The creature paused for an uncertain moment, and began to glow a deep, haunting shade of purple. An explosion of light and sound rocketed from it, and a beam of light bounced through the air, heading inexorably and unavoidably towards the man. The man screamed, and pushed himself as hard as he could, wondering what horrors the beam held.
The beam suddenly froze, and dissolved into hundreds of tiny star-shaped objects were rotated uncertainly, cutting rain drops into pieces as they fell. Then, the stars began moving at a rate no human could match, and tore straight at the man.
When they reached him, they cut through him, tearing his skin open. He screamed in agony and fell to the ground, writhing. Blood mixed with water, and more stars, which had not reached the man before his collapse, sped past, then stopped, and doubled back, aiming straight at the man.
With his last ounce of strength, he rolled to the side as far as he could. It did him no good, for the stars simply readjusted their course and finished killing him. The creature floated over the man, determined to be the last thing he ever saw.
***
Later that day, as six o'clock forced itself upon Masara Town, alarm clocks went off throughout the town and the townsfolk dragged themselves out of bed. At the Pokemon Research Institute, on the south edge of town, Dr. Okido stood over a circular table adorned with various Monster Balls.
Dr. Okido, an elderly man, with slowing fading hair, woke at five, so he showed no signs of drowsiness, unlike the townsfolk, who seemed to be moving slower than slugs. He noted this because he expected several of his assistants to show up soon, but none had arrived, much to his irritation.
He also expected a friend of his to arrive, for Dr. Okido had received an urgent letter explaining that there was a plot of some sort to control Pokemon and kill various Pokemon authorities, but the friend had not arrived yet. Dr. Okido desperately hoped that his friend had merely been delayed.
The door suddenly banged open, and Dr. Okido's grandson, Shigeru strode in.
“Could you not destroy every door in this building?” Dr. Okido shouted angrily.
“Sorry, gramps,” Shigeru shrugged.
Dr. Okido frowned at the lack of an honorific, but managed to remain calm and began, looking down at Shigeru's messy brown hair. “You've been eleven for some time now, Shigeru-kun, but you've yet to obtain a Pokemon of your own. Are you interested in Pokemon?”
Shigeru nodded eagerly, “Of course, Okido-senpai,” he said, deciding that it might be wise not to tempt Dr. Okido to change his mind.
“Yes, I thought so. I have assembled a few Pokemon of late to study, but I am done with three of them, and each seems like a good pairing for a new trainer.” Dr. Okido turned to the desk and removed three Monster Balls from it, and then turned back towards Shigeru. “I have with me three Pokemon. Fushigidane, Hitokage, and Zenigame.”
Shigeru looked at the three spheres in his grandfather's hand, shut his eyes, and took one randomly. He reopened his eyes and tossed the Monster Ball lightly. It landed, and Hitokage popped out.
“Ka!” it shouted happily, looking towards Shigeru. Shigeru smiled slightly, and turned back towards his grandfather. “Thank you,” he said, still deferential, as his grandfather might yet change his mind.
The reddish lizard rubbed happily against Shigeru's legs, murmuring little syllables of contentment. Shigeru looked slightly nervous, as the fire that burned on the creature's tail was hot and dangerous, but after a moment he relaxed, bent down, and scratched the monster's head kindly. The creature shut its eyes and began to drool happily. Shigeru appeared a little uncomfortable about this too, and this time he pulled himself away.
“Hey,” he said, smiling, “You can't go drooling on me!”
Hitokage looked up with a bit of resentment, and bared its rather nonthreatening teeth.
“You can't impress me, you hothead,” Shigeru said. Shigeru looked up through his messy brown hair towards his grandfather, who was now giving out instructions to various lab assistants. “Thanks,” he said. His grandfather turned and made a shushing noise.
Shigeru stood up, grabbed Hitokage and its Monster Ball, and left the building. His grandfather, far too busy, didn't pay much notice to his departure.
Shigeru sighed.
***
Only an idiot would call Satoshi a fan of school. That much could be ascertained after spending only a few minutes with the dark-haired, eleven-year old boy. He generally sat in the back of the room, away from the eyes of his teachers.
He often kept a magazine hidden under the desk, looking at the pictures of awesomely tough Pokemon and their trainers. His plan of hiding these things under the desk never worked quite as much as he hoped, for somehow the teachers always noticed. Sometimes he suspected that they paid little attention to the children up front, and only watched the kids in the back.
He was probably right.
Describing life at West Masara Primary School required only one word: underwhelming. The first few years involved admiring the Pokemon that the fifth- and sixth-years had managed to catch, and pretending to learn spelling, arithmetic, history, and various asinine forms of science, like what kinds of clouds there were. As Satoshi was planning on becoming a Pokemon trainer, none of these seemed particularly useful.
On this judgment, he was probably wrong.
Still, Satoshi reflected, at least now I'm a fifth-year. In all honesty, however, no comfort came from this fact. The bitter realization of being a fifth-year, and thus an eleven-year old, was that being eleven made no difference in a person's life if he couldn't catch a Pokemon.
A warning bell rang through the halls, and the last few students shuffled in. Satoshi noticed that the Okido kid wore a Monster Ball on his belt buckle. It was about time, he was the grandson of the most famous Pokemon researcher, surely he could have an entire fleet of Pokemon if he wanted them.
Okido looked in Satoshi's direction and smirked coldly, daring him to ask what monster Okido now owned. Satoshi didn't bother. Did it really matter all that much?
The official morning bell rang, and the students quickly sat down. Another boring adventure in the ninth circle of hell was about to begin.
***
A few mind-numbingly boring hours later, Satoshi staggered into the cafeteria, and sat down. Much to his annoyance, Okido joined him, followed by a girl Satoshi didn't know, and one of Okido's friends, Tanaka or something.
The girl had long brown hair, and resolutely refused to wear the school uniform, much to the annoyance of her teachers (and parents, who wondered why she had detention every day). Instead, she had a green shirt and a red skirt on. Tanaka wore a uniform that was a size too big for him, a hand-me-down from his older brother. This, coupled with his unusually light hair, made him seem much younger.
Okido looked at Satoshi. “How's it going, Sato?” he asked.
Satoshi's eyes narrowed briefly at the lack of an honorific, but he quickly recovered and then shrugged. “It's alright, I guess... You, Okido-san?”
“Call me Shigeru,” the boy responded. “Everyone else does.” The girl rolled her eyes at this comment, but 'Shigeru' continued. “Anyways, life is good. I got my first Pokemon today, you see.”
“A Hitokage!” Tanaka supplied. “He's called Hothead!”
The girl frowned. “Such a stupid name,” she said. “I don't like it much.”
“Who asked you, Setsuko?” Shigeru retorted. Tanaka grinned, and the girl rolled her eyes again. Satoshi rather wished they'd go away. His friends, Yamato, Kiyoshi, and Masaru were all staring, wondering if Satoshi was sitting with the group by choice.
There was a silence for a few moments, then the girl- Setsuko- opened her mouth and pointed. “Well, Okido-kun, there's something for you to battle. Why don't you show us what a good trainer you are?”
Several people, Satoshi noticed, were also pointing towards a window, and whispering amongst themselves. A Fushigidane was standing on the windowsill, looking at the large number of humans with something resembling panic in its eyes.
Shigeru stood up, and grabbed the Monster Ball on his waist. “Easy,” he said calmly. “Hothead is a Fire-Pokemon, and stronger and faster than Fushigidane besides.” With a simple movement, the Monster Ball flew up in a graceful arc, and then landed near the toad-like Pokemon, which radiated fear and started to back away.
Hothead, however, was faster than Fushigidane, and jumped towards it, radiating twice as much confidence and determination as the plant-carrying Pokemon radiated sheer horror.
Fushigidane, however, recovered from its fear and lashed out, shooting some strange, glowing, green seeds at Hothead. Hothead jumped out of the way of most of them, but one managed to latch on, and it quickly sprouted, covering Hothead in small, unobtrusive vines.
There was silence in the cafeteria. Normally, a teacher's Pokemon would have dealt with an intrusion of a wild Pokemon, but Shigeru had preempted any attempts of the teachers to deal with the situation. Some seemed curious as to how Shigeru would handle himself, some were even whispering amongst themselves.
Shigeru nodded slightly, and then said, softly (although the noise echoed in the silent room), “Sparks.”
Hothead spun about, the fire of its tail burning much brighter than usual. Once, twice, three times, Hothead spun, and several sparks of flame burst out and rocketed towards the Fushigidane. It let out a little squeak of terror as the flames collided with the bulb on its back, and it fell out the window. There was, however, a sudden burst of green light and Hothead fell to the ground uncertainly.
Shigeru grinned proudly. “Perfect victory,” he said. There were a few claps in the cafeteria, but, much to Shigeru's obvious annoyance, there was little else. Satoshi grinned as well, and Shigeru took it as a compliment. It wasn't.
You're a bit vain, thinking that the fifth- and sixth-years, half of whom have their own Pokemon, really care about some minor victory in a battle no idiot could lose.
Satoshi stood up and left the cafeteria, well aware that not only Shigeru's gang staring at him, but his own friends too. He didn't much care. A crazy idea had entered his head. A quick trip to his backpack, the collection of one small item, and a mad dash outside followed this idea.
Satoshi stepped out into the dull grounds, and sprinted towards the cafeteria's window. The loser of Shigeru's little battle lay on the ground, whimpering, but the small bursts of green light floating out of the window and connecting with it suggested that it wouldn't be weak for long.
Satoshi held a Monster Ball in his hand, and tossed it hopefully.
One shake. Two shakes. Three.
Caught.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thanks for reading. This is a remake (with many edits) of a story I had up here once. Hopefully my writing has improved. Please review, and don't worry, I'll accept criticism and not be all, "Y U FLAME ME????"
Unless, of course, you DO flame me. Then I'll just ignore you.
NEXT: A Fierce Battle! The Impossible Quest Begins!
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CHAPTER ONE: A Trainer's Journey Begins! The Wild Pokemon of Masara Town!
Somewhere between the rival towns of Masara and Tokiwa, a strange man made his way through the untamed road, wondering if his life could possibly worsen. He kept his head low and covered by his hands, although this action was irrelevant, as his brown hair couldn't possibly get any wetter.
The man paused for a moment, and turned around to look down the road behind him. He saw a strange dark object moving silently through the grassy plains, noticeable because the falling rain seemed to be avoiding the creature, arcing away from it and leaving a dry patch for the creature to traverse.
The man wondered for a moment why he had left Tokiwa City without any Pokemon besides his beloved Lizardon, who refused to fight in the rain, for rather obvious reasons. Perhaps in his haste he had not considered the effects the weather could have on his dear Pokemon. And now it was too late.
The man turned back towards the tiny lights of Masara Town, and began to run in earnest. The creature, though he did not turn back to watch it again, sped up precisely the same amount, knocking the wild grass aside as it began to chase the man in earnest.
The man knew that wild Pokemon ought not to behave like that; most gave up quickly and pursued easier prey. That meant that his enemies controlled the strange entity now zooming towards him. The man knew that he had to get to Masara Town, he had to warn Dr. Okido of the dangers that had appeared in all of Kanto. He also feared that he would not be able to get there in time, unless he happened across another trainer in the dim light of dusk.
The creature paused for an uncertain moment, and began to glow a deep, haunting shade of purple. An explosion of light and sound rocketed from it, and a beam of light bounced through the air, heading inexorably and unavoidably towards the man. The man screamed, and pushed himself as hard as he could, wondering what horrors the beam held.
The beam suddenly froze, and dissolved into hundreds of tiny star-shaped objects were rotated uncertainly, cutting rain drops into pieces as they fell. Then, the stars began moving at a rate no human could match, and tore straight at the man.
When they reached him, they cut through him, tearing his skin open. He screamed in agony and fell to the ground, writhing. Blood mixed with water, and more stars, which had not reached the man before his collapse, sped past, then stopped, and doubled back, aiming straight at the man.
With his last ounce of strength, he rolled to the side as far as he could. It did him no good, for the stars simply readjusted their course and finished killing him. The creature floated over the man, determined to be the last thing he ever saw.
***
Later that day, as six o'clock forced itself upon Masara Town, alarm clocks went off throughout the town and the townsfolk dragged themselves out of bed. At the Pokemon Research Institute, on the south edge of town, Dr. Okido stood over a circular table adorned with various Monster Balls.
Dr. Okido, an elderly man, with slowing fading hair, woke at five, so he showed no signs of drowsiness, unlike the townsfolk, who seemed to be moving slower than slugs. He noted this because he expected several of his assistants to show up soon, but none had arrived, much to his irritation.
He also expected a friend of his to arrive, for Dr. Okido had received an urgent letter explaining that there was a plot of some sort to control Pokemon and kill various Pokemon authorities, but the friend had not arrived yet. Dr. Okido desperately hoped that his friend had merely been delayed.
The door suddenly banged open, and Dr. Okido's grandson, Shigeru strode in.
“Could you not destroy every door in this building?” Dr. Okido shouted angrily.
“Sorry, gramps,” Shigeru shrugged.
Dr. Okido frowned at the lack of an honorific, but managed to remain calm and began, looking down at Shigeru's messy brown hair. “You've been eleven for some time now, Shigeru-kun, but you've yet to obtain a Pokemon of your own. Are you interested in Pokemon?”
Shigeru nodded eagerly, “Of course, Okido-senpai,” he said, deciding that it might be wise not to tempt Dr. Okido to change his mind.
“Yes, I thought so. I have assembled a few Pokemon of late to study, but I am done with three of them, and each seems like a good pairing for a new trainer.” Dr. Okido turned to the desk and removed three Monster Balls from it, and then turned back towards Shigeru. “I have with me three Pokemon. Fushigidane, Hitokage, and Zenigame.”
Shigeru looked at the three spheres in his grandfather's hand, shut his eyes, and took one randomly. He reopened his eyes and tossed the Monster Ball lightly. It landed, and Hitokage popped out.
“Ka!” it shouted happily, looking towards Shigeru. Shigeru smiled slightly, and turned back towards his grandfather. “Thank you,” he said, still deferential, as his grandfather might yet change his mind.
The reddish lizard rubbed happily against Shigeru's legs, murmuring little syllables of contentment. Shigeru looked slightly nervous, as the fire that burned on the creature's tail was hot and dangerous, but after a moment he relaxed, bent down, and scratched the monster's head kindly. The creature shut its eyes and began to drool happily. Shigeru appeared a little uncomfortable about this too, and this time he pulled himself away.
“Hey,” he said, smiling, “You can't go drooling on me!”
Hitokage looked up with a bit of resentment, and bared its rather nonthreatening teeth.
“You can't impress me, you hothead,” Shigeru said. Shigeru looked up through his messy brown hair towards his grandfather, who was now giving out instructions to various lab assistants. “Thanks,” he said. His grandfather turned and made a shushing noise.
Shigeru stood up, grabbed Hitokage and its Monster Ball, and left the building. His grandfather, far too busy, didn't pay much notice to his departure.
Shigeru sighed.
***
Only an idiot would call Satoshi a fan of school. That much could be ascertained after spending only a few minutes with the dark-haired, eleven-year old boy. He generally sat in the back of the room, away from the eyes of his teachers.
He often kept a magazine hidden under the desk, looking at the pictures of awesomely tough Pokemon and their trainers. His plan of hiding these things under the desk never worked quite as much as he hoped, for somehow the teachers always noticed. Sometimes he suspected that they paid little attention to the children up front, and only watched the kids in the back.
He was probably right.
Describing life at West Masara Primary School required only one word: underwhelming. The first few years involved admiring the Pokemon that the fifth- and sixth-years had managed to catch, and pretending to learn spelling, arithmetic, history, and various asinine forms of science, like what kinds of clouds there were. As Satoshi was planning on becoming a Pokemon trainer, none of these seemed particularly useful.
On this judgment, he was probably wrong.
Still, Satoshi reflected, at least now I'm a fifth-year. In all honesty, however, no comfort came from this fact. The bitter realization of being a fifth-year, and thus an eleven-year old, was that being eleven made no difference in a person's life if he couldn't catch a Pokemon.
A warning bell rang through the halls, and the last few students shuffled in. Satoshi noticed that the Okido kid wore a Monster Ball on his belt buckle. It was about time, he was the grandson of the most famous Pokemon researcher, surely he could have an entire fleet of Pokemon if he wanted them.
Okido looked in Satoshi's direction and smirked coldly, daring him to ask what monster Okido now owned. Satoshi didn't bother. Did it really matter all that much?
The official morning bell rang, and the students quickly sat down. Another boring adventure in the ninth circle of hell was about to begin.
***
A few mind-numbingly boring hours later, Satoshi staggered into the cafeteria, and sat down. Much to his annoyance, Okido joined him, followed by a girl Satoshi didn't know, and one of Okido's friends, Tanaka or something.
The girl had long brown hair, and resolutely refused to wear the school uniform, much to the annoyance of her teachers (and parents, who wondered why she had detention every day). Instead, she had a green shirt and a red skirt on. Tanaka wore a uniform that was a size too big for him, a hand-me-down from his older brother. This, coupled with his unusually light hair, made him seem much younger.
Okido looked at Satoshi. “How's it going, Sato?” he asked.
Satoshi's eyes narrowed briefly at the lack of an honorific, but he quickly recovered and then shrugged. “It's alright, I guess... You, Okido-san?”
“Call me Shigeru,” the boy responded. “Everyone else does.” The girl rolled her eyes at this comment, but 'Shigeru' continued. “Anyways, life is good. I got my first Pokemon today, you see.”
“A Hitokage!” Tanaka supplied. “He's called Hothead!”
The girl frowned. “Such a stupid name,” she said. “I don't like it much.”
“Who asked you, Setsuko?” Shigeru retorted. Tanaka grinned, and the girl rolled her eyes again. Satoshi rather wished they'd go away. His friends, Yamato, Kiyoshi, and Masaru were all staring, wondering if Satoshi was sitting with the group by choice.
There was a silence for a few moments, then the girl- Setsuko- opened her mouth and pointed. “Well, Okido-kun, there's something for you to battle. Why don't you show us what a good trainer you are?”
Several people, Satoshi noticed, were also pointing towards a window, and whispering amongst themselves. A Fushigidane was standing on the windowsill, looking at the large number of humans with something resembling panic in its eyes.
Shigeru stood up, and grabbed the Monster Ball on his waist. “Easy,” he said calmly. “Hothead is a Fire-Pokemon, and stronger and faster than Fushigidane besides.” With a simple movement, the Monster Ball flew up in a graceful arc, and then landed near the toad-like Pokemon, which radiated fear and started to back away.
Hothead, however, was faster than Fushigidane, and jumped towards it, radiating twice as much confidence and determination as the plant-carrying Pokemon radiated sheer horror.
Fushigidane, however, recovered from its fear and lashed out, shooting some strange, glowing, green seeds at Hothead. Hothead jumped out of the way of most of them, but one managed to latch on, and it quickly sprouted, covering Hothead in small, unobtrusive vines.
There was silence in the cafeteria. Normally, a teacher's Pokemon would have dealt with an intrusion of a wild Pokemon, but Shigeru had preempted any attempts of the teachers to deal with the situation. Some seemed curious as to how Shigeru would handle himself, some were even whispering amongst themselves.
Shigeru nodded slightly, and then said, softly (although the noise echoed in the silent room), “Sparks.”
Hothead spun about, the fire of its tail burning much brighter than usual. Once, twice, three times, Hothead spun, and several sparks of flame burst out and rocketed towards the Fushigidane. It let out a little squeak of terror as the flames collided with the bulb on its back, and it fell out the window. There was, however, a sudden burst of green light and Hothead fell to the ground uncertainly.
Shigeru grinned proudly. “Perfect victory,” he said. There were a few claps in the cafeteria, but, much to Shigeru's obvious annoyance, there was little else. Satoshi grinned as well, and Shigeru took it as a compliment. It wasn't.
You're a bit vain, thinking that the fifth- and sixth-years, half of whom have their own Pokemon, really care about some minor victory in a battle no idiot could lose.
Satoshi stood up and left the cafeteria, well aware that not only Shigeru's gang staring at him, but his own friends too. He didn't much care. A crazy idea had entered his head. A quick trip to his backpack, the collection of one small item, and a mad dash outside followed this idea.
Satoshi stepped out into the dull grounds, and sprinted towards the cafeteria's window. The loser of Shigeru's little battle lay on the ground, whimpering, but the small bursts of green light floating out of the window and connecting with it suggested that it wouldn't be weak for long.
Satoshi held a Monster Ball in his hand, and tossed it hopefully.
One shake. Two shakes. Three.
Caught.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thanks for reading. This is a remake (with many edits) of a story I had up here once. Hopefully my writing has improved. Please review, and don't worry, I'll accept criticism and not be all, "Y U FLAME ME????"
Unless, of course, you DO flame me. Then I'll just ignore you.
NEXT: A Fierce Battle! The Impossible Quest Begins!
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