Trainer Kat
February 20th, 2008, 02:34 AM
ages 15 and up. The fic you are about to read contains violence, as well as minor swearing
http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/RenoOfDaTurks/RadioCity.png
Disclaimer: Pokémon does not belong to me, not at all. Kat and Milo are 100% mine. Roisin and Aya both belong to my buddy Jim, and are used with permission.
PRONUNCIATIONS:
Milo is pronounced Me-low, not My-low.
Roisin is pronounced Ro-sheen.
CHAPTERS:
Just click to be taken to the chapter of your choosing.
Chapter 1 (http://www.pkmncommunity.com/showpost.php?p=3352271&postcount=1)
Chapter 2 (http://www.pkmncommunity.com/showpost.php?p=3440718&postcount=8)
THANKS TO:
Special thanks to Jim for being my beta-reader.
Thanks to Ryan/BeachBoy for betaing my second chapter on such short notice.
Thanks to Mish for the lovely banner.
This Fanfiction has permission to be on PC only. If you see it elsewhere, please notify me immediately
Rated PG-15, just to be on the safe side in future chapters. I intend to have Kat and Milo behave like actual teenagers, and hopefully we all know that most teens don’t live in a G-rated world. Plus, HOMG there’s violence.
Oh, and I’m fully aware I switched tenses between the second and third paragraphs of the first chapter. I was describing the school, which would be present tense. No need to point that out to me, it’s intentional.
Finally, this fic appears to be an ordinary trainer/school fic, but I assure you, it does have a plot, as shown by the prologue.
Now that the author's note is over, it's time to begin.
Radio City Battles
by Trainer Kat
Prologue.
Motionless, he lay in his cell. His eyes stayed closed, eyelashes pressed firmly against his cheekbones. Naked, save a flimsy pair of boxers, the boy could feel the cold, damp air pressing against him, willing his already weakened body to implode. He wouldn’t let it. Earlier this day, he had fought to keep his insides down. He wasn’t simply about to give up now. He froze as he heard heavy footsteps, though not before rolling over onto his stomach. Best not to have his soft underbelly exposed when an unwelcome visitor arrived.
“Up, maggot,” a voice came from just outside his confines. The steel door swung open, crashing violently as it flew back on its hinges, hitting the bars of the cage. The boy stay still, hoping the intruder would turn and exit the way he had come, despite how futile the wish seemed. His prayers stayed unanswered as a swift kick was delivered to his ribs.
“A-Ah!” His cry broke through the air as he felt his lower rib fracture. The man reached down and grasped his limp wrist in one burly hand, pulling the cowering boy into a standing position.
“We’ve got work to do,” he snickered as he dragged the boy down the dark hallway.
Chapter 1. A Rose in the Rough.
Rosewood Private School. It’s a prestigious academy built in the very heart of the metropolis known as Goldenrod City. At this school, up-and-coming youths are trained to be experts in the world of Pokémon. New trainers are forced to undergo certain, specialized training to further hone their skills. From there, they can choose to branch off and become coordinators, breeders, trainers, and maybe one day, they can rise up and fill the shoes of a world renown gym leader. Only those who have shown exceptional skill in battle are selected to attend Rosewood, save the select few who have been able to buy their way into the school. In Goldenrod, there are two types of teenagers; those who attend Rosewood Private, and those who wished they attended Rosewood Private.
Rosewood Private is near impossible to miss. Two courtyards, filled with plants of the school’s namesake, flank the elegant pathway leading up to the equally impressive doors. Pink, white, and red roses line the gardens. Often, young female trainers can be seen frolicking amongst the lovely foliage. The dorms are on either side of the school itself. The back of the school is home to a huge arena. This is the site that will be utilized today. On this momentous day, senior trainers will be taking their final tests.
“Oh, gosh…” A young blonde looked up from her cell phone. “Oh no!” According to her mobile, she had exactly one minute to make her way to the arena before the first match started. Prior to the field battle of the exam, senior trainers were required to take both a written and an oral examination. However, today, this girl wasn’t taking her exams. No, she had a little over a week before she would be eligible to graduate.
Damn me, punching Roisin in the face… the blonde thought between huffs. The two had gotten into a spat, a few months back, which had ended with Kat slamming her fist into Roisin’s teeth. As a result, the two had been given detention for two weeks and had their graduations delayed by one. Only a handful of other students had had their graduations postponed. While the seven days wasn’t a substantial time, it served as a small punishment, forcing those who were held back to watch as the others received their starting Pokémon and began their individual journeys. At last, Kat reached the stadium, making her way up the stands to find her place next to a brunette with paper-thin hair.
“What’d I miss, Roisin?” Kat huffed. Following her small spat with the brunette, Kat had become close friends with the girl. They were required to serve two weeks detention together, after all. The other girl reached up behind Kat and scratched her back soothingly with her perfectly manicured fingernails.
“Nothing much,” she responded. “That rich ass is about to fight.” At this, she rolled her eyes. “God, Kat, he’s so arrogant!” Kat smoothed out her blue plaid uniform skirt before meeting Roisin’s green eyes with her aqua ones.
“Who?” She asked, sweeping her cornflower colored hair up into a high ponytail. “Milo?” Roisin nodded.
“That’s the one. Bet you’re excited. You made it just in time for his field test!” The brunette giggled and gave Kat a wide grin. Kat rolled her eyes.
“Thrilled.”
Field tests at Rosewood were executed very simply. Each trainer reached into a small bin and removed three Pokéballs. These would be the trainer's Pokémon for the upcoming fight. Battles were then carried out, pitting the new trainer against an experienced battler. Trainers were required to win this battle with their rental Pokémon before they could be presented with their diplomas. Half the battle was winning. The other half was learning how to work with different Pokémon in different environments.
From the entrance on the left side of where Kat and Roisin sat, a tall confident looking boy entered, taking his place in the small box drawn in chalk, designed for trainers to stand in. His Rosewood uniform was perfectly pressed, the blue blazer falling down to his waist, a sharp contrast to his khaki dress pants. Underneath the blazer was a simple white button down shirt. The wind blew in his face, throwing his red tie off to his right side. His dark brown hair fell approximately to his chin, and he had light olive skin. This was Milo DeRossi, one of the school idols, and also one of the most pompous kids in school. His opponent, too, entered the stadium. It was a girl with lavender colored hair. Pulling her arm back, she threw the sphere to the center of the arena.
“Go, Venusaur!” she shouted. As the ball burst open, an evanescent red light erupted, forming the shape of a large teal-colored quadruped. The dinosaur-like beast was an evolution of Bulbasaur, as any knowledgeable trainer would be able to tell. It's skin was as teal as Kat's eyes, which stretched tightly across its form, scattered with small misshapen wart-like lumps. Ivory claws poked out from its feet and a giant flower opened on its back. It let out a cry, revealing two rows of sharp teeth. Now, it was Milo’s turn.
“Go, Pokéball!” he cried, flinging the Pokéball towards the Venusaur. A very oval-shaped, blue Pokémon formed. Its paws hung down to its stomach, looking very much identical to its feet. A long tail finished this Pokémon off. It was obvious—this Pokémon was a Quagsire, the evolution of Wooper. A water and ground type, Quagsire had the unfortunate disadvantage of having a dual weakness to Venusaur’s main type—grass. Milo simply smirked at this.
“Quagsire, use Amnesia!” The boy yelled. The sky-blue water-fish stood in the dirt, a stupefied look plastered onto its face. This attack worked defensively, greatly raising Quagsire’s defense.
While Quagsire was busy upping its defenses, Venusaur began to draw in light from the sun. Small 'particles' of light began to collect on the leaves of the overgrown plant on Venusaur’s back. The flower began to shine with the light radiating from overhead and the energy it absorbed. Just as it appeared Quagsire was ready to move once more, Venusaur angled its body so the plant on its back was pointed straight at Quagsire. The dinosaur-like Pokémon shot an immensly powerful beam of light from its flower towards the water Pokemon, emitting a loud cry as it did so.
“Quick, Quagsire! Use Earthquake! Knock that Venusaur off-balance!” Milo commanded. The Pokémon obeyed, pounding its tail on the ground with such great force. Parts of the arena split, though not soon enough. Quagsire took the full force of the Solar Beam, sending it flying and smashing it's back on the ground, rendering it unconscious. Venusaur, however, did not escape unscathed. It had fallen into a fissure that had formed in the earth, and was unable to free itself. The girl was forced to recall the Pokémon.
“What is he doing?” Roisin whispered to Kat. “Idiot, is he suicidal? He let his own Pokémon get killed!” Kat failed to respond, keeping her eyes locked firmly on the arena. This was getting interesting.
“Go, Charizard!” On Milo’s opponent’s side, a large orange dragon emerged. Its scaly wings flapped once. Its blue eyes locked on Milo, who had yet to call out a Pokémon. It let out a horrifying roar, as expected, Milo seemed completely un-intimidated. He wound up and threw his next Pokémon into the arena. Red light engulfed it, finally taking the form of a Manectric.
Perfect, he thought. Charizard’s part flying. It doesn’t stand a chance.
“Charizard, Smokescreen attack!” The dragon-like Pokémon flapped its huge wings, kicking up an excessive amount of dust, which seemed to find its way around Manectric. The dog coughed and looked around with a squint, unable to see Charizard through the thick sand.
“Manectric, use Odor Sleuth!” The Pokémon sat on its haunches, lightly sniffing the air. Instantly, it stood and growled, looking up at Charizard, who had manged to get above it. “Quickly, jump and use Thunder!” he commanded. The Pokémon leapt up into the air, electricity radiating off of its body. It came into contact with the Charizard, who sent out a Flamethrower. It was yet another draw as the crackling thunder met the intense flames, causing a massive explosion. Both Pokémon crashed to the ground. At this point, Milo’s opposition seemed to be getting nervous. She threw her final Pokéball, which contained a a Blastoise. Huge dual cannons shot out of the tortoise’s otherwise impenetrable shell, aimed directly at Milo.
“Go, Pokéball!” he yelled, sending his last hope hurtling to the center of the arena. There was a burst of red light, decreasing all visibility for a moment. When the light finally dissipated, a Glaceon stood in all of its glory, head raised proudly as its erect tail swung back and forth like an upside down pendulum. Neither Pokémon had a clear-cut type advantage one way or the next.
“Blastoise, use Rapid Spin!” The Pokémon withdrew into its shell, violently rotating to create a tornado. The wind, along with Blastoise, were sent hurtling towards the smaller Glaceon. The speedy Pokémon dodged the attack with ease. Blastoise and the tornado weren’t through, however, and they once more charged Glaceon. The two continued this 'dance' for a while, Glaceon getting more tired and battered with each successive hit. It didn’t look promising for Milo. Blastoise ceased spinning, planting its feet on the ground. Its cannons emerged, targeting Glaceon.
“Hydro Cannon!” Blastoise’s trainer yelled, pointing a single finger at the fresh snow Pokémon. Strong bursts of water shot out of the dual guns mounted on Blastoise’s back. Rather than panic, Milo’s mouth turned up into a grin.
“Mirror Coat.” They were two simple words, but in a battle of this magnitude, they certainly carried a lot of weight. Glaceon braced itself as its soft fur coat hardened, transforming into a smooth and beautiful glossy texture, comparable to reflective glass. As the water reached Glaceon, it rebounded with such force, hitting Blastoise square in the chest in the blink of an eye. As soon as the blasts connected, it was over. Blastoise was through. Kat turned to Roisin, her jaw askew.
“Di-Did you see that?” The blonde stuttered. “It’s like he was biding his time. Like he knew Blastoise was going to use that attack.” Roisin shrugged.
“The jerk got lucky. I wouldn’t think about it too much,” Roisin told Kat as the teal eyed female shook her head.
“Nah, it was…wow…it was absolutely amazing…” Her eyes locked onto Milo, who was now surrounded by adoring female fans. As he glanced up into the stands, she could swear that for one instant, his eyes lingered on her.
http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/RenoOfDaTurks/RadioCity.png
Disclaimer: Pokémon does not belong to me, not at all. Kat and Milo are 100% mine. Roisin and Aya both belong to my buddy Jim, and are used with permission.
PRONUNCIATIONS:
Milo is pronounced Me-low, not My-low.
Roisin is pronounced Ro-sheen.
CHAPTERS:
Just click to be taken to the chapter of your choosing.
Chapter 1 (http://www.pkmncommunity.com/showpost.php?p=3352271&postcount=1)
Chapter 2 (http://www.pkmncommunity.com/showpost.php?p=3440718&postcount=8)
THANKS TO:
Special thanks to Jim for being my beta-reader.
Thanks to Ryan/BeachBoy for betaing my second chapter on such short notice.
Thanks to Mish for the lovely banner.
This Fanfiction has permission to be on PC only. If you see it elsewhere, please notify me immediately
Rated PG-15, just to be on the safe side in future chapters. I intend to have Kat and Milo behave like actual teenagers, and hopefully we all know that most teens don’t live in a G-rated world. Plus, HOMG there’s violence.
Oh, and I’m fully aware I switched tenses between the second and third paragraphs of the first chapter. I was describing the school, which would be present tense. No need to point that out to me, it’s intentional.
Finally, this fic appears to be an ordinary trainer/school fic, but I assure you, it does have a plot, as shown by the prologue.
Now that the author's note is over, it's time to begin.
Radio City Battles
by Trainer Kat
Prologue.
Motionless, he lay in his cell. His eyes stayed closed, eyelashes pressed firmly against his cheekbones. Naked, save a flimsy pair of boxers, the boy could feel the cold, damp air pressing against him, willing his already weakened body to implode. He wouldn’t let it. Earlier this day, he had fought to keep his insides down. He wasn’t simply about to give up now. He froze as he heard heavy footsteps, though not before rolling over onto his stomach. Best not to have his soft underbelly exposed when an unwelcome visitor arrived.
“Up, maggot,” a voice came from just outside his confines. The steel door swung open, crashing violently as it flew back on its hinges, hitting the bars of the cage. The boy stay still, hoping the intruder would turn and exit the way he had come, despite how futile the wish seemed. His prayers stayed unanswered as a swift kick was delivered to his ribs.
“A-Ah!” His cry broke through the air as he felt his lower rib fracture. The man reached down and grasped his limp wrist in one burly hand, pulling the cowering boy into a standing position.
“We’ve got work to do,” he snickered as he dragged the boy down the dark hallway.
Chapter 1. A Rose in the Rough.
Rosewood Private School. It’s a prestigious academy built in the very heart of the metropolis known as Goldenrod City. At this school, up-and-coming youths are trained to be experts in the world of Pokémon. New trainers are forced to undergo certain, specialized training to further hone their skills. From there, they can choose to branch off and become coordinators, breeders, trainers, and maybe one day, they can rise up and fill the shoes of a world renown gym leader. Only those who have shown exceptional skill in battle are selected to attend Rosewood, save the select few who have been able to buy their way into the school. In Goldenrod, there are two types of teenagers; those who attend Rosewood Private, and those who wished they attended Rosewood Private.
Rosewood Private is near impossible to miss. Two courtyards, filled with plants of the school’s namesake, flank the elegant pathway leading up to the equally impressive doors. Pink, white, and red roses line the gardens. Often, young female trainers can be seen frolicking amongst the lovely foliage. The dorms are on either side of the school itself. The back of the school is home to a huge arena. This is the site that will be utilized today. On this momentous day, senior trainers will be taking their final tests.
“Oh, gosh…” A young blonde looked up from her cell phone. “Oh no!” According to her mobile, she had exactly one minute to make her way to the arena before the first match started. Prior to the field battle of the exam, senior trainers were required to take both a written and an oral examination. However, today, this girl wasn’t taking her exams. No, she had a little over a week before she would be eligible to graduate.
Damn me, punching Roisin in the face… the blonde thought between huffs. The two had gotten into a spat, a few months back, which had ended with Kat slamming her fist into Roisin’s teeth. As a result, the two had been given detention for two weeks and had their graduations delayed by one. Only a handful of other students had had their graduations postponed. While the seven days wasn’t a substantial time, it served as a small punishment, forcing those who were held back to watch as the others received their starting Pokémon and began their individual journeys. At last, Kat reached the stadium, making her way up the stands to find her place next to a brunette with paper-thin hair.
“What’d I miss, Roisin?” Kat huffed. Following her small spat with the brunette, Kat had become close friends with the girl. They were required to serve two weeks detention together, after all. The other girl reached up behind Kat and scratched her back soothingly with her perfectly manicured fingernails.
“Nothing much,” she responded. “That rich ass is about to fight.” At this, she rolled her eyes. “God, Kat, he’s so arrogant!” Kat smoothed out her blue plaid uniform skirt before meeting Roisin’s green eyes with her aqua ones.
“Who?” She asked, sweeping her cornflower colored hair up into a high ponytail. “Milo?” Roisin nodded.
“That’s the one. Bet you’re excited. You made it just in time for his field test!” The brunette giggled and gave Kat a wide grin. Kat rolled her eyes.
“Thrilled.”
Field tests at Rosewood were executed very simply. Each trainer reached into a small bin and removed three Pokéballs. These would be the trainer's Pokémon for the upcoming fight. Battles were then carried out, pitting the new trainer against an experienced battler. Trainers were required to win this battle with their rental Pokémon before they could be presented with their diplomas. Half the battle was winning. The other half was learning how to work with different Pokémon in different environments.
From the entrance on the left side of where Kat and Roisin sat, a tall confident looking boy entered, taking his place in the small box drawn in chalk, designed for trainers to stand in. His Rosewood uniform was perfectly pressed, the blue blazer falling down to his waist, a sharp contrast to his khaki dress pants. Underneath the blazer was a simple white button down shirt. The wind blew in his face, throwing his red tie off to his right side. His dark brown hair fell approximately to his chin, and he had light olive skin. This was Milo DeRossi, one of the school idols, and also one of the most pompous kids in school. His opponent, too, entered the stadium. It was a girl with lavender colored hair. Pulling her arm back, she threw the sphere to the center of the arena.
“Go, Venusaur!” she shouted. As the ball burst open, an evanescent red light erupted, forming the shape of a large teal-colored quadruped. The dinosaur-like beast was an evolution of Bulbasaur, as any knowledgeable trainer would be able to tell. It's skin was as teal as Kat's eyes, which stretched tightly across its form, scattered with small misshapen wart-like lumps. Ivory claws poked out from its feet and a giant flower opened on its back. It let out a cry, revealing two rows of sharp teeth. Now, it was Milo’s turn.
“Go, Pokéball!” he cried, flinging the Pokéball towards the Venusaur. A very oval-shaped, blue Pokémon formed. Its paws hung down to its stomach, looking very much identical to its feet. A long tail finished this Pokémon off. It was obvious—this Pokémon was a Quagsire, the evolution of Wooper. A water and ground type, Quagsire had the unfortunate disadvantage of having a dual weakness to Venusaur’s main type—grass. Milo simply smirked at this.
“Quagsire, use Amnesia!” The boy yelled. The sky-blue water-fish stood in the dirt, a stupefied look plastered onto its face. This attack worked defensively, greatly raising Quagsire’s defense.
While Quagsire was busy upping its defenses, Venusaur began to draw in light from the sun. Small 'particles' of light began to collect on the leaves of the overgrown plant on Venusaur’s back. The flower began to shine with the light radiating from overhead and the energy it absorbed. Just as it appeared Quagsire was ready to move once more, Venusaur angled its body so the plant on its back was pointed straight at Quagsire. The dinosaur-like Pokémon shot an immensly powerful beam of light from its flower towards the water Pokemon, emitting a loud cry as it did so.
“Quick, Quagsire! Use Earthquake! Knock that Venusaur off-balance!” Milo commanded. The Pokémon obeyed, pounding its tail on the ground with such great force. Parts of the arena split, though not soon enough. Quagsire took the full force of the Solar Beam, sending it flying and smashing it's back on the ground, rendering it unconscious. Venusaur, however, did not escape unscathed. It had fallen into a fissure that had formed in the earth, and was unable to free itself. The girl was forced to recall the Pokémon.
“What is he doing?” Roisin whispered to Kat. “Idiot, is he suicidal? He let his own Pokémon get killed!” Kat failed to respond, keeping her eyes locked firmly on the arena. This was getting interesting.
“Go, Charizard!” On Milo’s opponent’s side, a large orange dragon emerged. Its scaly wings flapped once. Its blue eyes locked on Milo, who had yet to call out a Pokémon. It let out a horrifying roar, as expected, Milo seemed completely un-intimidated. He wound up and threw his next Pokémon into the arena. Red light engulfed it, finally taking the form of a Manectric.
Perfect, he thought. Charizard’s part flying. It doesn’t stand a chance.
“Charizard, Smokescreen attack!” The dragon-like Pokémon flapped its huge wings, kicking up an excessive amount of dust, which seemed to find its way around Manectric. The dog coughed and looked around with a squint, unable to see Charizard through the thick sand.
“Manectric, use Odor Sleuth!” The Pokémon sat on its haunches, lightly sniffing the air. Instantly, it stood and growled, looking up at Charizard, who had manged to get above it. “Quickly, jump and use Thunder!” he commanded. The Pokémon leapt up into the air, electricity radiating off of its body. It came into contact with the Charizard, who sent out a Flamethrower. It was yet another draw as the crackling thunder met the intense flames, causing a massive explosion. Both Pokémon crashed to the ground. At this point, Milo’s opposition seemed to be getting nervous. She threw her final Pokéball, which contained a a Blastoise. Huge dual cannons shot out of the tortoise’s otherwise impenetrable shell, aimed directly at Milo.
“Go, Pokéball!” he yelled, sending his last hope hurtling to the center of the arena. There was a burst of red light, decreasing all visibility for a moment. When the light finally dissipated, a Glaceon stood in all of its glory, head raised proudly as its erect tail swung back and forth like an upside down pendulum. Neither Pokémon had a clear-cut type advantage one way or the next.
“Blastoise, use Rapid Spin!” The Pokémon withdrew into its shell, violently rotating to create a tornado. The wind, along with Blastoise, were sent hurtling towards the smaller Glaceon. The speedy Pokémon dodged the attack with ease. Blastoise and the tornado weren’t through, however, and they once more charged Glaceon. The two continued this 'dance' for a while, Glaceon getting more tired and battered with each successive hit. It didn’t look promising for Milo. Blastoise ceased spinning, planting its feet on the ground. Its cannons emerged, targeting Glaceon.
“Hydro Cannon!” Blastoise’s trainer yelled, pointing a single finger at the fresh snow Pokémon. Strong bursts of water shot out of the dual guns mounted on Blastoise’s back. Rather than panic, Milo’s mouth turned up into a grin.
“Mirror Coat.” They were two simple words, but in a battle of this magnitude, they certainly carried a lot of weight. Glaceon braced itself as its soft fur coat hardened, transforming into a smooth and beautiful glossy texture, comparable to reflective glass. As the water reached Glaceon, it rebounded with such force, hitting Blastoise square in the chest in the blink of an eye. As soon as the blasts connected, it was over. Blastoise was through. Kat turned to Roisin, her jaw askew.
“Di-Did you see that?” The blonde stuttered. “It’s like he was biding his time. Like he knew Blastoise was going to use that attack.” Roisin shrugged.
“The jerk got lucky. I wouldn’t think about it too much,” Roisin told Kat as the teal eyed female shook her head.
“Nah, it was…wow…it was absolutely amazing…” Her eyes locked onto Milo, who was now surrounded by adoring female fans. As he glanced up into the stands, she could swear that for one instant, his eyes lingered on her.