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January 31st, 2009 (10:37 PM).
In my dreams.
Since this chapter is released everywhere else this story is posted, I'm just going to go ahead and post it now and post chapter 3 on Wednesday.
Leah took in a deep breath and tried to put a smile on her face that didn’t look entirely fake. The easiest way possible to get through two and a half months of torture was to be as friendly as she could, to be very agreeable, and for people to like her. But, to do that, she had to look happy, and be a nice person and-
Oh, screw it, she thought, as a frown made its way onto her face. If they couldn’t put up with her and her bad mood, then too bad for them. She would just ignore them if she had to.
“Okay, Sands. Here they come,” she said to her Pokemon who was still sitting dumbly on the ground. “Try to look as mean and ferocious as a rat like you can.”
She could spot her ‘charges’ very clearly from where she was standing. The two small figures (thankfully not three) were standing before Leah’s hill. One of them was having problems getting over the weak-looking fence and the other was trying to help. Their small voices drifted towards Leah, and she could hear that the helper seemed to be doing most of the talking.
After they got over the fence, she watched them climb the hill, which wasn’t very steep, but was seemingly a challenge for the ten-year-olds. Leah didn’t say a word when they got to the top and faced her for the first time. She glared a bit in their direction and took some of her valuable time to study their features closely.
The first, the helper, was a boy and he looked positively energetic in his pastel green and white striped shirt and gray shorts. He had shocking orange hair that clung to his head and with hardly a hair out of place. Freckles stood out on his round face and he had an awkward looking nose. Bright hazel eyes widened as he stared at her curiously.
The one that was having trouble was a girl. She had straight black hair that fell to her shoulders and was mostly kept back from her face with a white headband. She was wearing blue overalls with a little red heart sewed in the center of her chest, and wore a dark pink shirt underneath. Her face was pale and she kept her eyes focused on the ground, afraid to meet Leah’s eyes.
Overall, one looked like he would press a button labeled clearly: ‘Do Not Touch’ just because he could, while the other hardly looked like someone who was ready to face the world.
“You our mentor person?” the boy asked loudly as he took in Leah’s messy hair, pale face and worn clothing. “’Cause you don’t look very smart or strong-”
Okay, if she wouldn’t keep them in line by being nice, she’d just have to use fear. Leah rolled her eyes and cut him off. “Yeah, insult the person with the experienced Sandshrew-that-can-rip-you-apart, why don’t you?”
Sadly though, her comment seemed to have the opposite effect. “Sandshrews can rip people apart? Really? That’s so awesome!”
He looked like someone who had realized that Christmas had come early.
Leah didn’t know how to reply to that and she mentally cursed her social skills. “Not to you,” she said casually and a bit cautiously. “My Pokemon will do it
you if you piss me off.”
The boy still had a grin on his face and looked like he was about to reply when Leah’s attentions shifted to the girl, who, with her head still bowed, looked nervous. Her hands were clasped tightly in front of her.
“Can you talk?” Leah asked her.
A struggle seemed to go on in her head as she was silent for a few seconds before responding with a very quiet: “yes.”
“What’s your name?” the boy directed at Leah, obviously never been taught that it was
to interrupt people.
“Why should I tell you?” Leah said as she turned her head to look at him, losing interest in the quiet girl. “You tell me yours first and then
I’ll tell you mine.”
The boy scowled, but noticeably brightened up, “I’m Ed,” he then pointed at the girl. “That’s Ally. She doesn’t like talking.”
“Obviously,” Leah scorned.
Okay, so now she had names to go with faces. The boy was Ed, the girl was Ally. The boy was annoyingly cheerful and the girl was very shy. One was going to be a problem and the other could be easily ignored. Leah
rather have two easily ignorable brats, but she supposed that one troublesome kid was better then two.
But that did bring up another problem. Introductions were pretty much done, so now what should she do? She had know clue on how to deal with kids for an extended period of time.
All her Grandmother advised her, before she left for Viridian City two days ago, was to get to know the new trainers and to make sure that she knew them well enough to keep them out of trouble. Keep them out of trouble and everything would hopefully be smooth sailing, was what her Grandmother told her. Well, and to be polite, but Leah disregarded that command immediately like she always did.
Her Grandmother never gave
advice for situations like this, Leah mentally moaned. What was she supposed to do with the brats? There was no way she was going on a Pokemon journey that day no matter what happened and no matter how much the kids whined. And it wasn’t as if she could drop them off at the Pokemon Center.
What to do, what to do…
She then noticed that an awkward silence had fell on the three trainers while she was thinking. Remembering the Ekans boy’s words, Leah asked with a bit of curiously, “What Pokemon do you have?”
The boy pouted, “But we don’t know your name!”
that I would give you my name. Now answer my question.”
Ed stuck his chin out proudly and answered. “
Pokemon’s much awesome-er then some Sandshrew. And it’s really strong too!” He bent down and dug around in his bright green backpack that he had earlier dropped to his feet. Getting back up moments later, he held out a brand new Pokeball to Leah.
Patience wasn’t one of Leah’s finer qualities. “Don’t just point it at me. Hurry up and send it out already! I don’t got all day.”
Just as he was preparing to toss the Pokeball in the air with an underhanded throw, Leah reached out and caught his arm.
“Don’t throw it up,” Leah told him strictly. “You’ll probably get it stuck in the tree or something.”
,” Ed grouched, and let the Pokeball drop to the ground. The ball burst and Leah took a step back from the light that came out.
The new Pokemon, that was quite literally laying at his feet, was just as orange as Ed’s hair. It had smooth shiny skin and a roundish head with big bulging blue eyes. There were three little fangs that were sticking out sideways from its open mouth. It had four crab-like legs and two large claws. But the most strange feature were the two red mushrooms with yellow poke-a-dots that stuck up from its back.
The Paras, going against Ed’s praise, was peacefully enjoying the cold grass, its eyes glazed over, oblivious to the world.
Ed was seemingly in touch with his Pokemon’s laziness. “Paras,” he whined. “Get up, come on!”
Leah snickered. “You call that stronger then a Sandshrew. Sands could beat up that thing easily.”
“It could not!” Ed defended his only Pokemon.
“Could too!” Leah scoffed.
“Could-” Leah cut herself off when she realized that she was arguing with a kid. She decided a different approach.
“Well,” she sighed dramatically and gave a sly grin at Ed. “I suppose we could settle this with the only way we
” she sneered the word, “know how.”
Ed’s eyes glinted and he understood instantly at what Leah was getting at. “Ha! I can beat you in a Pokemon battle any day of the week.”
“You could not.”
Could-” She nearly bashed her head against the tree when she realized that she was
doing it again,
so she continued on quickly. “Okay, lets battle.”
“Yeah!” Ed said and looked around and pointed to the empty road. “lets go battle down there.”
Leah waved him off. “Nah, we can battle right here.”
Ed made a big showing of looking around at the small space that the hill generously provided. He was incredulous. “Here?”
“Here.” Leah confirmed and grinned. “If your Pokemon’s really so tough, it won’t need a big space to beat my Sandshrew.”
There wasn’t anything that Ed could find wrong in that sentence, so he agreed to the challenge, missing the malicious look in her expression.
Already seeing problems that could arise from such an energetic character, Leah decided that she need to – how to put it kindly? –
stop the boy from being so hyper all the time.
She had already known him for, what, five minutes, and she already was annoyed. She didn’t mind if someone was cheerful, but she knew that happiness plus ten-year-old plus Pokemon trainer, equaled headaches and stupidity all around.
And a Pokemon battle was the answer to her problems. No ten-year-old (except for the creepy mature ones) wanted to lose a Pokemon battle of such importance. Destroy the kid’s ego and watch him be all quiet and mope-y. Hopefully, it’ll last more then a few days, but maybe it’ll be enough time for her to come up with a more permanent solution at being surrounded by children twenty-four seven.
She mentally patted herself on the back. A fine plan.
“I’m going to win this, Ally,” Ed was telling his silent friend. “My first Pokemon battle!”
Leah had completely forgotten about the girl, but didn’t let it bother her as she waved Ally off to the side, where she stood there as nervous as ever. Leah and Ed took opposite sides of the hill with Sands and the still relaxing Paras in between them.
“I’ll be nice,” Leah said with little friendliness, “and let you attack first.”
“That’s your mistake!” Ed crowed. He, before meeting Leah, had looked up his Pokemon in his Pokedex and found out the attacks it could use. He was absolutely confident he could win this.
The battle was already in the bag. “Paras! Scratch attack the Sandshrew!”
Paras, giving its trainer a lazy look, just sat there, its two claws motionless.
“Paras!” Ed yelled again. Maybe Paras hadn’t heard him? “Attack! Come on! I
you can scratch. That’s what those claws are for!”
Leah just watched as Ed kept yelling at his Pokemon to attack. Amusement coursed within her and she grinned at his ignorance. “You done?”
“No! But-” he looked very confused as Paras ignored every single order he gave it. “Why won’t Paras attack?”
“Because you’re stupid,” Leah mocked. “Your don’t know anything about what a trainer does, do you? They don’t just fight Pokemon battles.”
Ed was still very confused and hurt at his Pokemon’s refusal. “But that’s what a trainer
“We’re called Pokemon
for a reason,” Leah said and decided to explain. “Trainers catch Pokemon and then they train them to obey their commands. Pokemon aren’t just going to obey you as soon as you catch it. This isn’t one of those gameboy games where the Pokemon do whatever you say.”
Seeing that Ed still didn’t understand, Leah tried something else. “Pokemon are animals with superpowers; animals aren’t as smart as us. You tell Paras to use ‘scratch’, but Paras doesn’t understand what you mean by ‘scratch’. Being a trainer means that you need to teach your Pokemon to both understand what you’re saying and for them to follow your commands.”
Or at least, that was how the textbook described it in school. She was actually kind of surprised she remembered all that technical stuff since she thought the whole thing was just confusing as hell.
Leah almost didn’t respond to that, but leaned sideways to stare directly at the girl, Ally, who was trying to grasp her attention.
“What?” Leah asked moodily. She didn’t like to be interrupted when she was trying to humiliate someone.
“Uh,” she looked very nervous, playing with one of the sleeves of her shirt. “Is… that why… my Pokemon doesn’t like me?”
Leah shrugged. “Probably.”
Ally looked quite relieved as her words, as if it had been bothering her for the whole time, but Leah paid no mind to that as she was too busy giving her attention to her Sandshrew.
“Hey, Sands,” Leah called out and knew that Sandshrew was listening by the way its ears perked up. “Use scratch on Paras.”
Unlike Ed’s Paras, Sands did know what Leah meant by ‘scratch’ as it slowly got onto its hind legs, holding out its clawed paw.
“Huh?” Ed put his focus back on the Pokemon. Alarm was present in his voice. “What? But Paras can’t attack!”
Leah gave him a
. “This is a Pokemon battle, moron. It isn’t finished yet!”
Sands stood in front of the Paras, looking vaguely nervous at the strange Pokemon. But it did as its master commanded as it braced itself and swing its claws in a downward arc. Paras didn’t defend itself as the sharp nails left three shallow marks on its head, but afterwards it looked a bit annoyed at the attack.
“Sands, keep going,” Leah told it.
Ally let out a frightened whimper and covered her mouth with her hands as a gasp escaped her at the bloodshed. Her blue eyes were wide and she stumbled backwards.
Ed started to panic at his unresponsive Pokemon. He was shouting and begging it as Sands kept slashing away at the hard flesh that adorned Paras’s body. After that didn’t work, he tried to communicate with Leah, but she just ignored him and stared at the one-sided battle.
He really isn’t thinking, Leah thought to herself as she heard Ed’s pleas. All he had to do to stop the battle was to return Paras to its Pokeball and then all her plans would be ruined.
Feeling a bit of guilt at what she was doing to a kid, Leah crushed the feeling and told herself that it would help the boy in the long run. It would be better if he learned that new Pokemon couldn’t be trusted to obey him
he went on his journey. Besides, despite her dislike of the kids, she would rather not have them go through the same thing she did.
Though, maybe she was going a bit too far. Best to wrap things up.
“Finish it, Sands!” Leah said.
But something went wrong.
Sands wobbled on its feet, paws outstretched with its bloody claws gleaming. Leah studied her Pokemon closely and searched her memory frantically as the Sandshrew dizzily tried to take a step back, but fell off its feet. It was looking sickly, its dark blue eyes narrowing. It was acting like its vision was blurring.
Leah eyes widened in panic as she remembered one little fact she overlooked. Paras had two abilities it could be born with: Dry Skin or
. Effect Spore was a common ability among bug and grass types that could effect the attacking Pokemon with an invisible pollen that either paralyzed it, forced it asleep or
Damn it all the hell! Sands was poisoned! Fu-
“Sands,” she barked at it as it was sitting, dazed on the grass. “Get up! Ignore it!”
Sands moaned weakly, “shrew….”
Paras, at that time, was extremely annoyed and angry. Its two claws subtly pawed the dirt underneath them and, despite the pain in its head, it forced itself up. Its four legs shook with the effort, but the Pokemon took small steps forward until it was in front of the half-conscious Sandshrew.
“Sands!” Leah shouted. “Up! Or you’re going to lose! Or
going to lose. Up! UP!”
But it was too late. Paras had already brought its claw down on the soft flesh of Sand’s stomach, which left a thin, but bloody line. Sands whined in pain and forced itself into a ball, plated head covering its injured front. The bug type didn’t care, however, as it raised its other claw and did it again. Though the attack hardly left a mark on the Sandshrew’s hard outer layer.
Leah roared, “enough!” and returned her nearly unconscious Pokemon to its Pokeball in a thin beam of red light.
And then there was silence.
Slowly, Paras lowered itself to the ground where it rested its heavy claws. A thin trail of blood made its way down the side of its face, but Paras seemingly didn’t care as it went back to what it was doing before it was interrupted: relaxing.
Ed could hardly follow the turn of events. All he knew was that, somehow, Paras had defeated Sandshrew with a single scratch attack. And that he had won.
He had one his very first Pokemon battle.
“I… won?” Ed asked himself in amazement as glazed down on his Pokemon.
Ally slowly took her hands from her mouth and got up from the ground, but kept her distance. Though the battle was over, she didn’t dare approach Ed, still terrified from the real-life battle that had just took place in front of her.
Anger started to build in Leah’s chest at her humiliating defeat and she felt like yelling and throwing things around. She made a tight grimace, her hands clenched at her sides, one of them having a tightening hold over her Pokeball.
She lost to a Paras.
lost to a Paras, she corrected herself, but that didn’t take any of the anger away. Because
was the one who forgot about the Effect Spore ability. She lost all because of a stupid mistake that could have easily have been avoided. She, a fifteen year-old, lost to a ten-year-old. How
. She hardly ever felt like wanting to hide her face in shame or becoming invisible, but it seemed that those feelings were coming back with a vengeance.
Taking a deep breath, she tried to steady herself, but that hardly helped in the least.
She need to leave, Leah decided to herself as she gritted her teeth, or she was probably going to start saying wildly inappropriate things and just making a further mess of herself.
“I’ve had enough,” Leah muttered out loud as she turned her back on her two charges. “I’m getting out of here.”
Ed couldn’t shake the grin from his face, but it dimmed just a bit when he heard Leah’s quiet words. “What?” he said in confusion as he turned. “Why? Where you going?”
“Home,” was his only reply as Leah recklessly walked down the hill without a regard to her own safety, kicking away anything in her path.
Confused, Ed tried to exchange a glance with Ally, but she avoided his look and stood there silently, nervously glancing in Leah’s direction.
Coming to the conclusion that their mentor didn’t care if she left them behind, Ed returned Paras to its Pokeball and swung his backpack over his shoulder. He then took a running start and tore down the hill. Ally watched him skid to a halt at the bottom and turn around to look at her.
“Ally!” he shouted. “Come on! She’s going to leave us behind!”
Very hesitant, Ally cautiously and slowing climbed down the hill, where she met Ed at the bottom. He was making impatient looks down the road where Leah was walking. Their mentor was getting smaller and smaller as she got further away and she didn’t even look back at them once to check if they were following.
But were they supposed to follow? Ally wondered reluctantly. What if their mentor didn’t want them to? What were they supposed to do then? Should they follow?
Ed obviously thought so as he grabbed Ally’s hand. “We have to follow her,” he said, like he was reading her thoughts. “We gotta catch up ‘cause if she gets away, we’ll probably never see her again, then we can’t go on our Pokemon journeys!”
Ally was aware that she had no choice when he said it like that, but she still couldn’t help but look back at Oak’s lab to see all the other trainers like her having a fun time with their new Pokemon and experienced mentor.
“I don’t really like her,” Ed said suddenly as he led the way. Ally looked at him in confusion. He elaborated. “She’s mean and stuff. And she attacked Paras when she didn’t have to.”
“Paras is hurt now too,” Ally said.
“Yeah,” Ed replied, but he didn’t seem very concerned at that fact, like that was
for a Pokemon.
Ally frowned and didn’t speak again. There was silence between them once they could no longer see Oak’s lab.
All they could do now was to follow their mentor’s retreating back. They had to become Pokemon trainers.
There was no alternative.
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