She's moving to the Hoenn region with her mother. Their new home is in Littleroot Town. "Here we are, honey! I know it's a little quaint, but it seems to be an easy place to live in, don't you think?" The town is dark green and homely, a very few houses surrounded by forest. She looks up at the slope-roofed box of her new home, white paper-wood walls and birch shingles out of which her attic room pokes up, its windows dark.
Inside everything is where it used to be, her room is just like before, the desk carries her PC and her notebooks, and even the Gamecube has been hooked up to her TV. But the tree shadows beyond the windows are different, and the sounds and smells outside.
She goes downstairs to meet her mother in the doorway. "Have you set the time yet?" They're facing the living room wall, but the one on the next floor has the big red gel clock. "Run up and do it."
They've moved to be closer to their father, Norman, who is the Gym Leader of Petalburg City. She has seen him on TV and friends of her parents sometimes expect things of her in her turn. But she doesn't have any pokémon yet.
After a few minutes in the bedroom which feels a little scarce right now of amusements, her mom calls her down to meet with the neighbor's son, who's the same age as her. His mother is quick to welcome her, when she gets there –after she's walked next door through the grass to the house just like hers and excused herself inside. The son asks who she is, having appeared in the living room stairway, but they've both heard about each other. The neighbor kids talk on the rug of Brendan Birch's bedroom, fiddling with another game controller that's not hers but that may become familiar to her over the coming days.
I saw her as staying home at Littleroot for weeks enough to at least make it feel like home, the rest of her vacations, and doing not much in this time, getting bored often enough, not allowed to go beyond the town except in cars. I'd only seen Littleroot once and in my memory it had exactly three buildings. She may befriend her neighbor, the only kid her age, but their friendship probably stays ambivalent. Still, once she gets a pokémon she finds him in a clearing at the very end of Route 103, alone among the wild grass and hidden pokémon, and then they have their first battle. Hardly any kind of attraction between them but maybe proto-attraction, what have I to lose by it.
All of this was the image that grew in my heart of how I wanted to become a pokémon trainer; or perhaps not wanted, but imagined in another life, and was affected by. Later she'd handle an emergency that the professor landed in during his fieldwork, and her natural talent would convince him to gift her the pokémon she'd found, which would invite more adventures, more confidences. After the first battle there would be no fear.
Certainly I had the huge, heroic, mathematical daydreams too – the self-denying, the world-denying – real epics of how one leaves home. Those were the early ones. But when we got old enough near the actual fact or possibility of training, of not seeing our house again, worrying about supporting ourselves, sleeping in strange beds, I hid my head in nostalgic domestic situations immediately. Ten-year-olds moving to new houses. As far as I know, my brother never had any daydreams, only I did.
Oh yes, your twin brother. What's his name now?
I see, so it's ATASHKA!
Maybe he made do with my daydreams. No, that's a frivolous thing to say.
*
It was raining outside! There wasn't any sleep left in my eyes. The curtains went dim from their yellow glow to a cool cloudy one. Air whirred around the ventilation, I pushed my sheet off me and pulled it back on. The blender was running in the floor below. Water hissed into the sink up on this floor, that was my sister. What's her name? My sister's name is ARAUVE. There were two cars that went by and one came up to stop at our door. I poked through the curtain. The one going away was square and bright red. I didn't need to pee but went to do it anyway. The window from the bathroom showed the sun'd come out, it was yellow again on the dim breathing ceramic. At the bedroom window the garden trees must have been nodding their yellow flowers, two were almost as tall as me now. I stopped again by my bed, but now the sheets looked dirty and ruffled. Only when they're made again they'll look inviting, it's warm weather, and that'll be at night.
I'm going.
Today. No, today I get my first pokémon.
The front door opened downstairs so I got in the bathroom and brushed my teeth. The other car had been my dad coming home. Arauve's bed had been made so she must be downstairs by now. In the kitchen… one of Dad's friends was over. So a nice breakfast but I rolled up my pajama sleeves. They were talking as I went down the stairs, but not Arauve's voice.
Yesterday Arauve'd pulled out a book I'd never seen before from the study and brushed atall the painted pictures of pokémon with their fact boxes and diagrams. I don't know why she reads old books but the color ones are really good. She knew the pokémon she wanted. It was ralts. They're very cute and small with a green cap on their heads, they're all white. But she said they get a lot more powerful than they are now, you have to think about all this complicated stuff, she said it was by evolution. That must have been the same thing that happened with Manny. She didn't understand what evolution really is and she wouldn't tell me what she did know.
*
It's true, when we set out we were fairly ignorant about pokémon, which now seems to me like the mark of a casual trainer. Maybe I did have a vague idea what evolution was, but we still went out with no real learning, like any rookie trainer, no understanding of battle mechanics. I couldn't name all the status ailments. My father had offered a correspondence thing with the Trainer's School in Rustboro, but I never took it. This was the first time he hadn't put us up for a two-week introduction to everything by a pedagogical expert, and I was only relieved. My father is very rich and has shelves of fifty-year-old trophies and mementos, which I hate. Our home in Petalburg is very modest for us, and he never shows off (except to us two), but I still can't stand the inescapable references to our class, random accidental reminders of our being so high-flying. Society.
What I'd wriggle out of forever by wrestling in the mud and crawling through tunnels. That can be one of the reasons I wanted to go train. I don't have a lot of real reasons for doing it.
A research aide came to our door before lunch, who I didn't see. Apparently he was in shorts. The brown pouch that he gave to my father was sailed up out of Atashka's reach and locked away somewhere, and then we had to go through a meal and a long afternoon that we wouldn't have spent outside on any other day either; we sat in our play room and tried to look for more stuff about training. But everything we'd already opened.
When I went down to the living room the door was open. The sky had cleared. Father who'd been mean the whole morning gave us a smile and said, "The professor sent a bag over this morning. There are three of them, you can both choose one. Come and see your pokémon." Three pokéballs lying in hollows in the grass.
They were about the weight of rocks but cool like metal. Both the white and the red surfaces were shiny though not reflective, more like smooth plastic. But one ball was matte, seemed to weigh a little more, and (running your thumb over it) felt textured like metal. That one was the oldest, I could tell, because it had been darkened a smudge by dirt. The button was clear plastic too and slid around very slightly in its slot, but was otherwise totally flush. I pressed it – it clicked and the pokéball only shrunk halfway out of my fingers, instead of opening.
"Do you know how to call the pokémon out?" He took one from Atashka. "You don't cover the button. That also produces the flash. You have to hold it like this" – hand caged around the open button – "and use all five fingers and squeeze."
With a shower of yellow light, a pokémon flashed out onto the ground. It was the orange one (I'd been expecting) but I didn't go up to have a look, I held up my older ball and tried to open it. Nothing clicked or anything like that, when I squeezed my fingers.Flash!
It startled me, but there wasn't any real heat or wind, only light. These sparks were whiter.
A little blue pokémon stood on all fours, without making a sound. It was a wet, blue, watery puppy. I kneeled down to let it walk close. There was one big fin on its head and it had spiky orange cheeks. I touched the fin gingerly but it didn't seem to notice. Atashka's chick pokémon strode near and mine went to chew at its feathers, still looking only at the ground.The third pokémon was friends with them too; Atashka brought it out and it pounced on both of them at the same time, knocking them to the ground. This one I knew, it was called Treecko. A lizard with a big ugly head. Its chittering made them all call out, gutter and squeak, scattering and turning around to it. Atashka of course thought this pokémon was awesome.
His dad had out a letter that must have come with the balls. "Treecko, Wood Gecko Pokémon. Torchic, Tiny Chick Pokémon. And Mudkip, Mud Skipper Pokémon." Atashka got up to face him, holding Torchic in his hands, with Treecko curled over his shoulder.
"Which will it be, hm?" "Can't we have all of them?" "No. You always start out with one." He folded up the letter back along its creases and turned away with it. "You two can play with them till the end of today, but tomorrow I've got something for you to do. Be advised!"
Atashka giggled, sitting down. "Be advised!"
We took the pokémon out in the city, finding them heavy to carry but fine to stroll around with, while our father told us not to forget their pokéballs (keep them somewhere in a very deep pocket). Atashka wanted to show them to his friend. He had a lot in Petalburg but Jared was the only one whose house he went to in the evenings, and I usually came along. We walked up the broad square yellow paths, past the red-white Pokémon Center that was starting to make more sense to us, to the flat edge of a pond pale blue with the sky's color. Jared's house was just beside it, bright red and wood orange. He was leading a bicycle up to the red flowers crammed behind its bordering hedge. He left the cycle when he saw us, but walked up to Atashka's grin only staring matter-of-fact at the pokémon around us, blue red green. "They're runty."
"They're not going into hamburgers," I said, annoyed at his remark. "They're evolution prototypes." I wasn't sure what that word meant, but it would be enough for Jared. He scowled at me and mumbled some nothing.
"When's your brother going to catch you a pokémon?" Atashka said.
"When my dad likes the idea," he said.
"The wurmple thing didn't work out?"
"He chickened out. Now Dad wants me to do some more of school. I'm stuck here for another year, at least."
"We did fourth year whole, too," I offered. "You're a year behind us. We're eleven right."
"Yeah, Dad was happy after that," Atashka said. "You just have to show you're serious."
"You guys were the least serious in our whole class!" He shook his head, hands in his pockets. "One of these days I'm gonna run away…"
Atashka smirked. "When you do, come to the speakeasies. You'll get a room and papers. All you need is to tell them my name – "
"Yeah, and then they'll beat the crap out of me," grinning. He looked down, hands still in his pockets. "That green one's a little cool."
"The green one is Treecko. They're a gang all three of them. But Treecko was the one who started it. He was the one who brought them together. When they were stuck in the research lab, he said, 'We can get out of this cruddy laboratory, where they do experiments on us. Turn us into mutants.'" Atashka with his friends sounded absolutely worthless to me sometimes, a leech on the human race. He rambled on some more and then responded to Jared interrupting him by turning stone-faced and saying, "Treecko is my starter pokémon. Yeah. I've decided," surprising himself.
Jared turned to me next. I paused only a second or two: "Mudkip, obviously. I decided way before."
"I decided before too," Atashka said, "I just didn't say it." "I decided before we left home," I said. "I did – well I decided as soon as I made Treecko come out!" I scoffed andlet the argument go.
But then I had an idea: "Flashed Treecko. Flashed it out is what you're supposed to say." I wasn't at all sure of that, but –
"Flashed it out," Atashka said. Jared nodded.
It also turned out that Treecko was a she, something my father was able to tell, though it must have been from the letter he'd read. There are no differences between boy and girl pokémon that we can make out. She tolerated error only once, after which God forbid Atashka even call her an it (which he did, hilariously). She was entertained by those stories of evil science and rescue that must have happened during her stay with Prof. Birch (she'd hardly know), and purred with her head lowered whenever Atashka stage-whispered them in her ear.
My pokémon's nature was quiet. I'd thought it looked slightly stupid when I'd first seen its picture, but now I knew you can't see it that way. He didn't need to wallow in the mud all the time but liked mown lawns, the edge of water, even dry dirt, in which he stood on all fours for long periods of time without doing much, his head slightly bent to the side. I knew there was some kind of power associated with his bright whiskerlike cheeks, but what was the fin for? He never went out to swim by himself, and I didn't think he could swim – not like a fish, anyway.
*
We were on the verandah with Dad the next day too. The three pokémon on the wood floor looking up innocently at him. He said, "You're both going to start on your pokémon journey very soon. I'm happy, because I wouldn't have said anything if you'd wanted to do something else. But a pokémon journey is the best way to learn about the world, and also to make friends with it. It's the right occupation for kids your age, even if you stop after a few years, the experience does you good." That was as far as the speech got. "If you'd stayed at school, I'd be able to… have you here for a few more years…" He took out a handkerchief all choked. "But this is what you want…"
Though, now that he was asking… "Maybe, what if, we don't?" I looked at Arauve, who also perked up. "Maybe we don't really…"
"No take-backs!" Dad said triumphantly, his face suddenly clear. "You've already had one of those, more than one. Now you make good on your decision."
I kept staring at him uncertainly,so he turned his head looking pleading: "Atashka, it's what you've been waiting for all summer. Arauve. You know you want to see. At least try it out. You can come back home if you don't like it."
He was right. Obviously. But standing here outside the porch felt real bad. I tried to think of something to say, something to make us feel better.
Arauve said, "I've already made that bet about the eight gyms. I can't go back on a bet, can I?" But that was a joke!
Dad said, "Yes, that's right! That's the spirit! Go out there and conquer the Pokémon League. Your old dad never got past his fourth badge, I keep telling you how accomplished I am."
"We know," Arauve said. "You told us."
He laughed with us for maybe two seconds, and then his expression changed again. I nearly laughed out loud. "These three pokémon came from Professor Birch." Stern. "He's not doing any studies on them, but it was still a nice gesture for them to give it to you. Are you going to thank him at his Pokémon Lab or not?"
Thank him?
Arauve said, "Wait, we're going to… wherever he lives?"
"Littleroot Town."
"Can't we send a letter!"
"That's not the point. You've also got one pokémon extra with you." Torchic looked straight up at him, way back up."It needs to be returned. And he wants to meet the children personally who he's giving such rare pokémon to. He's got some business with you."
"But, but all the way to Littleroot! Where is that, even? Shouldn't I be going after gyms?"
"Gyms? Your pokémon are more or less, ahm, infants. They've never battled in their lives. You two are going to learn about pokémon battles just like they will. Now the woods around Littleroot and Oldale are like a garden, the pokémon are very gentle and not strong at all, it'll be good training for you. You need a sandbox to start with. Because you know, once you start your journey you'll have to be self-reliant." He folded his arms making me feel nervous and very determined, both. "I'm not going to tell you anything. You're on your own."
Arauve said, "What about Petalburg Gym?"
"Norman has said he won't battle with you yet. Some gym leaders are more experienced and they only take trainers who can give a challenge. You'll be going to some other gym for your first badge."
"He's such a cranky…"
"Hey! Norman is a very knowledgeable, established young trainer. And he's not at all cranky, by the way. None of that childishness now. The first thing a trainer should learn is respect for other trainers."
I was ready to respect him! If I, needed… He was really strong, of course. We had lunch early and then dad told us about some more things but I barely noticed the hour go by and then we were at the gate. Like we were going to the mart for half an hour.