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Mystery Kid
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You might not know me, but the name's Mystery Kid. I'm fairly new to Serebii and rarely, if at all, post on the forums. My friend Spallding/Zhou-Tai/Opportunity suggested I should write up a fanfic so uh here I am.
This will be posted in sections, as I'm fairly busy at the moment. Don't worry though. I'll make sure everything's ship-shape before posting the next chapters and whatnot, and I'll update this as much as I can.
Prologue
Kanto. Johto. Hoenn. Orre.
And one more. Perhaps one last continent. Sairia.
A place where even the wildest dreams can come true and have come true. A place so beautiful and tranquil that it puts all four regions to shame. Sairia will be enough for anyone.
An explosion of colour and imagination that could not be absorbed by even the most observant of eyes Sairia is a large and rather prosperous island that thrives many, many thousands of nautical miles from the four known continents of Kanto, Johto, Hoenn and Orre. Like all other continents it has its own breed of fresh new pokémon, its own breed of cities and villages and its own breed of people. And like the four other continents it, of course, has its own breed of evil. As with all the other regions there are eight gyms where hopeful trainers will compete and battle with their trusted companions, striving to achieve their brightest dream and to become what they've always hoped for. To become a Master. To become something that everyone, young and old alike, have dreamed of. And like with all the other continents there will be a Master. One that has achieved his life-long ambition with grace and strength. But no one really wants to hear of a Pokemon Master's rise to fame. You can see that in the Daily Pokénews or read it in Pokémon Masters Weekly every single day, but do you ever hear of how the rarely recognised Gym Leaders got their dreams? No. No, because people are too busy to recognise the barely appreciated Leaders that help the Master towards his dream. Too busy to see that Timmy doesn't want to be the Master, but to be the Gym Leader of Seafoam City. That's his ambition.
And so I begin my tale of a long lost continent and a young boy's ambition.
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"Vekrou Quick Attack!"
Scythes gleaming in the sunlight, the sturdily built pokemon took off on black-feathered wings, a determined look creasing the creature's eyes as it reached phenomenal speeds. Its opponent, Quagsire, stood its ground and at the command from its trainer fired a blast of water that rocketed towards the Sairian pokemon. Hydro Pump, of course. Vekrou, knowing what to do, quickly swerved to the right, the gap between the psychic/dark type and water/ground type closing instantly as it barrelled into Quagsire with a triumphant growl. The slick-skinned pokemon tumbled backwards and crashed into a nearby boulder, eyes closing as it thrashed in panic. It was almost half way through the battle and already the strange blue amphibian was tiring. Perhaps the girl couldn't even improve her battling skills at all.
"Quagsire get up!" A blonde-haired girl cried at her pokemon, her fists clenching as she glared at the cocky teenager and his Vekrou standing opposite her. Oh I'll show him! She fumed as she watched the mentioned Vekrou fly towards her beloved pokemon and slash at it with its deadly arm scythes. The blue pokémon instantly stopped thrashing and sagged against the boulder, eyes closing as it gave up the fight. The girl stamped her foot on the grass and, taking a pokéball from her belt, returned the pokémon in a flash of red light. I hope a Driose attacks him in his sleep. She thought savagely as she walked slowly towards the other trainer, nostrils flaring as she watched a cheeky grin spread across his stupid and moronic face. Oh how she hated always losing to him. Hated it with a vengeance.
"I'll go easy on you next time, yeah Talia?"
Koji Hokuto was a boy of about fifteen, his hair being of a dark brown with black flecks distributed here and there and tipping the ends of each strand, and eyes the colour of a storm-tossed sea. He was fairly tanned from travelling so much and a hint of muscle bulged beneath his skin. He was currently wearing a sleeveless grey shirt with the words Demons Are Real printed upon the chest, a pair of black trousers with a thick, silver chain running down the side and black and grey trainers that looked more than a little worn out. Despite what the girl, Talia, thought of him Koji was a generally acceptable lad. He'd often be prone to pranks, but you couldn't blame him for that. Most teens were like it. The boy's partner, Vekrou, was about six-foot with a bleached canine skull set upon its head and ram horns sprouting from the back, black angelic-like wings spreading from its back and thick, durable scythes sprouting from each clawed arm. Its body looked much like a Blaziken's would except that the whole pokemon's body was ash-grey and black. Personality wise, Vekrou was a lot like Koji.
"Yeah and next time I'll win," the girl retorted, blonde hair flicking as she turned on her heels and walked back towards the village, her passage watched with much amusement as Koji sat down in the dirt of Battler's Patch and put his head in his hand. Battler's Patch was a piece of dirt in a clearing. Nothing special of course.
"She'll never learn." Vekrou nodded in agreement and let a wolfish smile, unseen behind the mask, cross his muzzle as he stood beside his trainer and watched the human girl leave. Humans were so simple. Not at all complex. Talia would come back and would be beaten by Koji. If she did not see that then she was what humans called an idiot. "You know what, Vekrou? I think we're almost strong enough to take on the gyms. Don't you think?" Koji turned his head to regard his companion, one offered to him and accepted at the age of eleven, and gave the pokemon a grin, knowing full well that his friend would have seen the question coming and would know that they were ready. Extremely ready. But the problem was would Horus Hokuto up in Mandarin City think the same? Would his father think him ready to start his journey, which should have happened four years ago? Koji hoped so. He really hoped so.
--
Koji and Vekrou had met four years ago. Koji had been an eager young pokémon trainer with a vision of becoming the best there ever was. But this had been a child's dream of course. And it had been broken apart by a father's hard nature. The boy, defying his father's wishes, had walked the few miles from his home to the Laboratory in Magnolia Village, and with nerves grating at him like a bad headache he had stepped inside the pristine white building and made one of the most important decisions of his life.
"Hello?" Koji walked further into the room, trainers squeaking on the black and white linoleum as he glanced around at all of the aging posters depicting long forgotten Tournaments and Events. There were some, he noted, based in the city of Mandarin and he winced at the sight of his father's face plastered across the front. Turning away from the sight he made his way up an aisle of desks with computers and stacks of unsorted papers lying haphazard across the surface, and cupped his hands about his mouth with a bubbles of nerves popping inside his chest. "Hello? Anyone here?" He dropped his hands to his side, a young boy with brown hair and no streaks of black that would distinguish him in the years later, and paused infront of a desk with a bell shaped like an Electrode set upon a teetering stack of work. He examined it for a few moments, the characteristics of the electric type caught perfectly he thought, and pressed the little lever ontop twice, head whisking round as he listened to the sound resonate around the sparkling room. DING, DING.
Shedinjaaaaa!
The boy yelled, put up his hands to cover his face and stumbled back into a desk and fell, keerash, to the floor, the edge jabbing painfully into his side and the force of the blow sending a pen pot to tumble onto his head and bounce onto the floor. The Shedinja, who had appeared before the boy's face only moments before, stared indifferently at the boy sprawled at its master's wooden work block and began to bob up and down. Why are humans so scared? The bemused pokémon thought as it rolled its eyes up to look at the halo-like object hanging above its insectile head. Still there.
"You scared the heck outta me." Koji rubbed at his head ruefully as he glared at the bug pokémon, all thoughts of his own starter fleeing his mind as he braced his back against the desk and pushed himself up onto his feet. Brushing invisible signs of dust from his shirt he continued to glare at the bug, another yell almost rising in his throat as someone else spoke from behind him.
"You know, my Shedinja isn't that scary." Professor Daisy Hartley, a young woman with short purple hair and horn-rimmed glasses, commented as she bent down and picked up the shattered clay pot. With a sigh she placed each piece on the desk, a concentrated look upon her face as she placed each pen neatly in order of color beside the clay. Koji watched all this with a look of confusion, his first thought being, What a weird lady. With a deep breath that restored some of his confidence he spoke,
"Could I have my starter please?"
"Sure thi-" The woman was interupted by a loud crash from a room adjoining the 'desk room' and with a loud, piercing scream she rushed off in the direction of the door - that lead to the exit. Shedinja, who had been silent and still, disappeared with a small 'poof'. Koji carefully lowered his arms, glanced about and let out a small groan. What the heck was going on here? He was now left entirely on his own. He was eleven for christ's sake! What if the crash turned out to be a burglar?! With these thoughts in mind the boy crouched down against the desk, pulled his knees up to his chest and closed his eyes as tight as he could. He couldn't face burglars! No way! Another crash shuddered from the other room and Koji winced, his shoulders bunching as he tried to make himself as small as possible. He was doing pretty well considering a grown woman had run screaming from the room.
VEKROUUUU
Ok well there we have it. I may tweak that here and there and add a little more, but what do you guys think? Leave me some comments and critique. Thanks.
This will be posted in sections, as I'm fairly busy at the moment. Don't worry though. I'll make sure everything's ship-shape before posting the next chapters and whatnot, and I'll update this as much as I can.
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Prologue
Kanto. Johto. Hoenn. Orre.
And one more. Perhaps one last continent. Sairia.
A place where even the wildest dreams can come true and have come true. A place so beautiful and tranquil that it puts all four regions to shame. Sairia will be enough for anyone.
An explosion of colour and imagination that could not be absorbed by even the most observant of eyes Sairia is a large and rather prosperous island that thrives many, many thousands of nautical miles from the four known continents of Kanto, Johto, Hoenn and Orre. Like all other continents it has its own breed of fresh new pokémon, its own breed of cities and villages and its own breed of people. And like the four other continents it, of course, has its own breed of evil. As with all the other regions there are eight gyms where hopeful trainers will compete and battle with their trusted companions, striving to achieve their brightest dream and to become what they've always hoped for. To become a Master. To become something that everyone, young and old alike, have dreamed of. And like with all the other continents there will be a Master. One that has achieved his life-long ambition with grace and strength. But no one really wants to hear of a Pokemon Master's rise to fame. You can see that in the Daily Pokénews or read it in Pokémon Masters Weekly every single day, but do you ever hear of how the rarely recognised Gym Leaders got their dreams? No. No, because people are too busy to recognise the barely appreciated Leaders that help the Master towards his dream. Too busy to see that Timmy doesn't want to be the Master, but to be the Gym Leader of Seafoam City. That's his ambition.
And so I begin my tale of a long lost continent and a young boy's ambition.
--
"Vekrou Quick Attack!"
Scythes gleaming in the sunlight, the sturdily built pokemon took off on black-feathered wings, a determined look creasing the creature's eyes as it reached phenomenal speeds. Its opponent, Quagsire, stood its ground and at the command from its trainer fired a blast of water that rocketed towards the Sairian pokemon. Hydro Pump, of course. Vekrou, knowing what to do, quickly swerved to the right, the gap between the psychic/dark type and water/ground type closing instantly as it barrelled into Quagsire with a triumphant growl. The slick-skinned pokemon tumbled backwards and crashed into a nearby boulder, eyes closing as it thrashed in panic. It was almost half way through the battle and already the strange blue amphibian was tiring. Perhaps the girl couldn't even improve her battling skills at all.
"Quagsire get up!" A blonde-haired girl cried at her pokemon, her fists clenching as she glared at the cocky teenager and his Vekrou standing opposite her. Oh I'll show him! She fumed as she watched the mentioned Vekrou fly towards her beloved pokemon and slash at it with its deadly arm scythes. The blue pokémon instantly stopped thrashing and sagged against the boulder, eyes closing as it gave up the fight. The girl stamped her foot on the grass and, taking a pokéball from her belt, returned the pokémon in a flash of red light. I hope a Driose attacks him in his sleep. She thought savagely as she walked slowly towards the other trainer, nostrils flaring as she watched a cheeky grin spread across his stupid and moronic face. Oh how she hated always losing to him. Hated it with a vengeance.
"I'll go easy on you next time, yeah Talia?"
Koji Hokuto was a boy of about fifteen, his hair being of a dark brown with black flecks distributed here and there and tipping the ends of each strand, and eyes the colour of a storm-tossed sea. He was fairly tanned from travelling so much and a hint of muscle bulged beneath his skin. He was currently wearing a sleeveless grey shirt with the words Demons Are Real printed upon the chest, a pair of black trousers with a thick, silver chain running down the side and black and grey trainers that looked more than a little worn out. Despite what the girl, Talia, thought of him Koji was a generally acceptable lad. He'd often be prone to pranks, but you couldn't blame him for that. Most teens were like it. The boy's partner, Vekrou, was about six-foot with a bleached canine skull set upon its head and ram horns sprouting from the back, black angelic-like wings spreading from its back and thick, durable scythes sprouting from each clawed arm. Its body looked much like a Blaziken's would except that the whole pokemon's body was ash-grey and black. Personality wise, Vekrou was a lot like Koji.
"Yeah and next time I'll win," the girl retorted, blonde hair flicking as she turned on her heels and walked back towards the village, her passage watched with much amusement as Koji sat down in the dirt of Battler's Patch and put his head in his hand. Battler's Patch was a piece of dirt in a clearing. Nothing special of course.
"She'll never learn." Vekrou nodded in agreement and let a wolfish smile, unseen behind the mask, cross his muzzle as he stood beside his trainer and watched the human girl leave. Humans were so simple. Not at all complex. Talia would come back and would be beaten by Koji. If she did not see that then she was what humans called an idiot. "You know what, Vekrou? I think we're almost strong enough to take on the gyms. Don't you think?" Koji turned his head to regard his companion, one offered to him and accepted at the age of eleven, and gave the pokemon a grin, knowing full well that his friend would have seen the question coming and would know that they were ready. Extremely ready. But the problem was would Horus Hokuto up in Mandarin City think the same? Would his father think him ready to start his journey, which should have happened four years ago? Koji hoped so. He really hoped so.
--
Koji and Vekrou had met four years ago. Koji had been an eager young pokémon trainer with a vision of becoming the best there ever was. But this had been a child's dream of course. And it had been broken apart by a father's hard nature. The boy, defying his father's wishes, had walked the few miles from his home to the Laboratory in Magnolia Village, and with nerves grating at him like a bad headache he had stepped inside the pristine white building and made one of the most important decisions of his life.
"Hello?" Koji walked further into the room, trainers squeaking on the black and white linoleum as he glanced around at all of the aging posters depicting long forgotten Tournaments and Events. There were some, he noted, based in the city of Mandarin and he winced at the sight of his father's face plastered across the front. Turning away from the sight he made his way up an aisle of desks with computers and stacks of unsorted papers lying haphazard across the surface, and cupped his hands about his mouth with a bubbles of nerves popping inside his chest. "Hello? Anyone here?" He dropped his hands to his side, a young boy with brown hair and no streaks of black that would distinguish him in the years later, and paused infront of a desk with a bell shaped like an Electrode set upon a teetering stack of work. He examined it for a few moments, the characteristics of the electric type caught perfectly he thought, and pressed the little lever ontop twice, head whisking round as he listened to the sound resonate around the sparkling room. DING, DING.
Shedinjaaaaa!
The boy yelled, put up his hands to cover his face and stumbled back into a desk and fell, keerash, to the floor, the edge jabbing painfully into his side and the force of the blow sending a pen pot to tumble onto his head and bounce onto the floor. The Shedinja, who had appeared before the boy's face only moments before, stared indifferently at the boy sprawled at its master's wooden work block and began to bob up and down. Why are humans so scared? The bemused pokémon thought as it rolled its eyes up to look at the halo-like object hanging above its insectile head. Still there.
"You scared the heck outta me." Koji rubbed at his head ruefully as he glared at the bug pokémon, all thoughts of his own starter fleeing his mind as he braced his back against the desk and pushed himself up onto his feet. Brushing invisible signs of dust from his shirt he continued to glare at the bug, another yell almost rising in his throat as someone else spoke from behind him.
"You know, my Shedinja isn't that scary." Professor Daisy Hartley, a young woman with short purple hair and horn-rimmed glasses, commented as she bent down and picked up the shattered clay pot. With a sigh she placed each piece on the desk, a concentrated look upon her face as she placed each pen neatly in order of color beside the clay. Koji watched all this with a look of confusion, his first thought being, What a weird lady. With a deep breath that restored some of his confidence he spoke,
"Could I have my starter please?"
"Sure thi-" The woman was interupted by a loud crash from a room adjoining the 'desk room' and with a loud, piercing scream she rushed off in the direction of the door - that lead to the exit. Shedinja, who had been silent and still, disappeared with a small 'poof'. Koji carefully lowered his arms, glanced about and let out a small groan. What the heck was going on here? He was now left entirely on his own. He was eleven for christ's sake! What if the crash turned out to be a burglar?! With these thoughts in mind the boy crouched down against the desk, pulled his knees up to his chest and closed his eyes as tight as he could. He couldn't face burglars! No way! Another crash shuddered from the other room and Koji winced, his shoulders bunching as he tried to make himself as small as possible. He was doing pretty well considering a grown woman had run screaming from the room.
VEKROUUUU
Ok well there we have it. I may tweak that here and there and add a little more, but what do you guys think? Leave me some comments and critique. Thanks.
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