Umbreon Ruler
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Um... I don't know really know what to say here. It's been a while since I've been to the Fan Fic section here, but I'm glad I came back. After all, the reviewers here are generally more in-depth than other sites (I'm not trying to suck up, it's really true). Well, that's about it... I'm really bad at this type of intro thing...
All Dex entries are from Emerald.
"You understand, don't you?"
Professor Elm a tall, thin figure of about twenty-five nodded his head cautiously, causing the small bushel of brown hair at the front of his head to shake. He was sitting in a small, dark room, where the only source of illumination came from a light bulb hanging on a few wires coming from the ceiling. It only revealed Elm's face, a small space of dirty wooden floor, and the basic frame of a wide man, clenching his fist in a subtly gleeful way. Pulling the collar of his white lab coat nervously, the young professor looked around suspiciously.
"So…" he started, still grasping his neckline, "are we done here?"
"Yes," the large man answered deeply, motioning fluidly to the faintly visible door behind him. "I hope you don't let us down, Gregory."
"No, no, of course not," he said quickly stumbling to the door. The floor was littered with several items of no importance, and some that could possibly serve a great purpose. But Elm paid them no mind. Right now, he just wanted out; out of the building, and out of his situation…
"Aaaaaahhhhh!!!"
The cry rang loudly from the stubby tan house, located directly in the center of the tiny, yet famed New Bark Town. It traveled to the neighbors and through the roads. Something was happening today, which could promise unimaginable things…
"I love this song!!!" A black-haired, teenage girl turned the dial on her portable pink radio up, causing the volume of the heavy metal song to increase dramatically. She was in her white room, lined with posters of rock bands. Her black bed sheet even had a picture of Baron Hyp, the lead singer of the band that was playing on the radio that very instant. "Drowzee in Pink has to be the best band in the world!!!" she screamed to a boy leaning in the corner. He was scratching his thin blonde hair with a confused look on his face.
"They only have three songs," he said.
"What!?" she shrieked, dancing to the rhythm.
"Nothing…" he muttered, rolling his eyes.
Suddenly, the girl switched the music player off with an annoyed look in her sky blue eyes. "Nicholas Ebon West," She grabbed him by his shirt collar and lifted him into the air, "did you just roll your eyes at me?"
Nick smiled a little. He and Lucy always joked like this. She would play the tough one, and he'd be the victim. Of course, she'd never actually hurt him, but the boy knew that she easily could if she had the wish to.
Lucy was, in every way, a tomboy. Football had always prevailed over Volleyball in her mind, lifting weights was what she described as "relaxing," and upon her freshman year- this year, to be exact- she had joined the school's kickboxing team. Yet, despite all of this, she retained her beautiful and dainty body, not hesitating to flaunt it in front of attractive members of the opposite sex.
Nicholas, on the other hand, was… different. Sports had never been kind to him, and the year he tried out for the football team- along with Lucy- he broke his wrist, which had taken weeks to heal. "Pumping iron," as Lucy always called it, wasn't exactly his thing either. He had to struggle to bench the forty-five pound bar just one time, and if he tried two presses, it was a very likely possibility that his arms could snap from the pressure. And his body; well, he wasn't overweight, which he always viewed as a plus, but he certainly wasn't what one would call "chiseled." He considered himself more academically talented.
"Yeah," he answered, mocking toughness, "Whatcha gonna do about it?"
"I'll show you," she said slowly, lifting him higher. A grin was just beginning to creep onto her face when a voice interrupted.
"Lucy!? Nicholas!? You'd better get going or you'll be late!" It was the soothing yet strained voice of the girl's mother, warning them about the time constraint.
"'Kay mom!" she called, dropping Nick to the carpeted floor. "Don't let it happen again," she muttered jokingly, poking him the chest. "Now let's head downstairs."
"Gotcha," he said, rubbing his soothingly as soon as she turned around.
As they reached the kitchen- a white, square room, bordered with a light blue counter, scattered with utensils and in desperate need of a cleaning- they found Lucy's mother hurriedly stuffing sandwiches into two brown paper bags. Her wavy black hair was pulled messily into a ponytail, and her colorful, non-matching outfit looked as if it had been gathered in a rush.
"Okay, now you've got your Pokégears?" she asked, handing the sacks to the teenagers.
"Yeah," Lucy answered, showing her mother her black multi-function tool. It had a circular area toward the top where the screen was and a rectangular box on the bottom half, apparently holding the batteries and such.
"And you?" The woman turned toward Nick, looking at him protectively as if he was her son.
"Yes ma'am," he said timidly, pulling his own silver Pokégear out of his pocket.
"Good." She moved herself to fixing the rolled-up sleeve on Lucy's black shirt. "Now I expect a call at least once a week. The second seven days pass without you letting me know you're still alive, I'm calling the police and ordering a search, understand?"
"Mom," the girl whined, "It's no fun if we're always under your thumb."
"I don't care. You will call me every week or your little journey is over. Now do you understand?" She said the last sentence, slowly, emphasizing each word.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever."
"And," She turned toward Nick, "your mother will be expecting your calls as well."
"Okay," he said quietly, cracking a knuckle nervously. Lucy was the only person he'd ever felt comfortable around.
"Let's go," Lucy urged, tugging his plaid button-up shirt. "Professor Elm told us to be there at noon, and I'm not missing out on my chance to a Totodile."
"Coming," he said as she ran out the door. "Bye Missus Ellender."
"LET'S MOVE!"
As soon as he exited the small house and entered the clean yard, he found his friend waiting for him, with one foot on a skateboard and the other resting on the sidewalk.
"I'm waiting!"
"Don't worry, it's only-" he checked his Pokégear for the time, "Uh… well, we've only got fifteen minutes…" Avoiding Lucy's fiery, yet at the same time glacial stare, he hopped upon his old red bicycle and pedaled down the road.
"C'mon!" she yelled, speeding past him as she crouched on her board. "We're gonna be late!"
"Wait up!" he shouted desperately, moving his feet faster. She was kicking like a madwoman. And it was no surprise. She had been waiting for this day for as long as he could remember, and after three long weeks of extensive studying, he, Lucy, and an unknown student had managed to score in the top three in New Bark Town after taking the Official Pokémon Assessment Test, or OPAT for short. Luckily, there were only fifteen people in their small class. Passing in the top three guaranteed their right to get one of Professor Elm's starter Pokémon. Of course, if they were late, this reward would be gone.
"IF YOU DON'T HURRY UP," she started as she stared directly at him, her eyes burning with anger, "I'M GONNA CUT OFF THOSE TWO SHRIMPY THINGS HANGING BETWEEN YOUR-"
"Look out!"
She turned forward, just in time to see herself run directly into a pile of garbage bags sitting on the sidewalk in front of a blue house. They had previously been patiently awaiting the garbage man, but now they were scattered across the place, still tumbling.
Flipping her long hair out of her eyes, she climbed off the ground, wiping trash off of her clothes. "It's okay!" She began looking for her skateboard. "As long as the- no!"
"What is it?" Nick asked, carefully stepping over a rotten banana peel.
"My Pokégear!!" She was crouching next to a few empty vegetable cans, looking sadly to the ground. There sat her black Pokégear, with a cracked screen. After pressing a few buttons as a test, she gloomily discovered it was no longer functional.
"It must've fallen off your neck," Nick said, lifting the broken machine by the black string. "Well… we can probably get it repaired."
"Yeah, I guess," she muttered, taking it out of her friend's hands. "Do y'think you can fix it?"
"Me?" He wasn't all that surprised, really. He had repaired many electronic items of Lucy's before. But they were all simple things. A clock radio, a jammed VCR, and once he had even fixed her Playstation when it wouldn't turn on, but a Pokégear was very delicate when it came to messing around on the inside. He had found a broken one in an old dumpster at the edge of their street once, and after looking at what make it tick, his head was spinning. "Er… I don't think I can fix one of those, Lu."
"Oh…" She stood straight up. "It's no big deal!" Her fist shot up. "All that matters right now is my Pokémon!"
Nick flashed a grin. Lucy was never bummed for long. "Great! Now hop on your board and let's go!"
Stuffing the device into her shorts pocket, she dashed to the skateboard and looked back at her partner. Nodding with a smile, she kicked off down the street, followed by the boy.
"Welcome trainers! I believe we've met once before at your OPAT awards ceremony, so let's make the introductions quick, shall we? I'm Professor Elm, and you are…? Ah, yes, I seem to recall those names. So, I'm sure you're all eager to get your Pokémon, right? Excellent, let's get started then." Nervously, Elm sat a small note card down upon a glass coffee table. He was sitting alone in his small sky blue conference room, glancing impatiently every few moments at the wooden door which led to the outside. After a few seconds of staring, he would force himself to look away, knowing that he would go crazy if he worried so much. Not only that, but he had a very important paper on the computer concerning hatched Pokémon's personalities that he was eager to finish. Once again, he checked the clock hanging on the wall: three till noon. 'I wish they'd just hurry up…'
"We're here!! And with… two minutes to spare!"
Almost jumping, he left the stiff red couch and strode to the door. "Welcome trainers!" He opened the door wide and slipped on a faux grin. "I believe we've met once b-"
"Where's the Pokémon?" A black-haired girl pushed past him, peering around his back for any sign of Pokéballs.
"You'll have to excuse her." A boy walked in quietly, shocking Elm, who had been confusedly watching the blunter girl. His fair hair almost covered his sweet green eyes, which seemed fitting since he appeared to give off an atmosphere of shyness. "She's been waiting a long time for this."
"Oh it's alright, I understand." Expectantly, he looked out the door. "Where's the third one?"
"Well," he murmured, "we're not really sure. See, we don't know any more about her than you do. The only time all of us have even been together was at the awards ceremony back in August."
"But," he muttered, still watching the horizon of the small town, "I thought you were all from the same grade… and at the same school."
"Nope," Lucy cut in, stuffing her hands in her pockets, "That girl's from New Bark Advance, an all-girls private school that sits right between New Bark Town and… uh… Cherrygrove, that's it."
"From what I've heard," Nick whispered to Lucy, "she's supposed to be really, really smart."
"But I still don't get why she got to take the test anyway. I thought it only for New Bark High kids."
"It used to be," Nick said, "but now they're letting other kids from the area sign up to take it. But New Bark Advance is the only other New Bark-tied school, and all the girls there have never been very interested in Pokémon."
"So she probably got the highest score, didn't she?" Lucy scoffed, crossing her arms.
"Didn't miss a question, if Mr. Caldwell is right."
"Hmph, smart little b-… wait, Mr. Caldwell!? The mailman? That's your secret source!? I bet he's the one who told you that Michaela and Jake were going out."
"Well, he seems to know a lot about this stuff…"
"Ugh…"
"Ahem?"
They both turned to Professor Elm, who was looking at them with a slightly impatient look in his eyes. "I don't mean to interrupt, but perhaps we should go into the main room so you can get your Pokémon?"
"Oh yeah, let's go."
With Lucy's blessing, the trio made their way into a large white room, cluttered with trash and empty Pokéballs. There were long wooden tables throughout the place, each with at least one computer on it, and on the left wall was a tiny desk, ironically filled with the more junk than anywhere else.
"Well, let's hurry," Elm said quickly, stepping over a small pile of crumpled papers. "Now where did I put those Pokéballs…?"
"Hello!?"
Everyone turned toward the entrance where the young voice had come from.
"Be right back," Elm muttered, with a slight hint of annoyance in his tone. Grudgingly, he left the room and came back a few seconds later with a young girl at his side. She looked to be about twelve or thirteen judging by her small stature. She had brilliant blonde, almost white, hair that, even though it was tied into a ponytail, reached her waist. "Lucy, Nicholas," the man said, "this is Alexis Granger. She's the third person who passed the test."
"You can call me Lexi," she said cheerily, holding forth her hand to Lucy.
Looking distastefully at the manicured nails, she muttered a venomous "no thanks" and proceeded to search the room for the starter Pokéballs, followed by a nervous professor.
Not deterred in the least, the new girl turned toward Nick and bubbled an articulate greeting.
Accepting the hand tensely, the boy mumbled an almost incomprehensible "hi" and quickly followed Lucy.
Still grinning innocently, she followed the other two's footsteps as they were led through a door to the right and into a nearly empty room, with a small glass tray sitting in the center. Beside it were three rectangular devices, one black, one blue, and one red.
"Children," Elm started calmly, trying to ignore the fact that Lucy and Nicholas had already began investigation of the equipment, "these are the Pokéballs that contain Chikorita, Cyndaquil, and Totodile. You may each choose one, but please remember-"
"Which one's Totodile!?" Lucy shouted bluntly, crouching next to the orbs.
"Well," Nick said, "It probably goes from left to right in the order of the Pokédex." He pointed to the ball on the left side. "Chikorita." He moved to the center. "Cyndaquil." Presently, he snatched this Pokéball for himself and brought his attention to the right. "And Totodile."
"Excellent." She grabbed the red-and-white sphere and stood to her feet and tossed her prize into the air. Upon contact with the beige carpet, it opened with a brilliant flash of white light, and left a short blue creature when the glow faded. Its crocodilian face held a frightening array of sharp teeth and its mouth seemed eternally open. Stubby arms and legs sprouted from the torso, which was striped with a yellow "v", and a proportionately short tail, lined with red fins, stuck out from its back. "My very first Pokémon is… uh… is it a boy or a girl?"
"Use the Pokédex," the boy said, handing her the black object and keeping the blue one for himself.
Excitedly, she flipped it open, revealing a black screen and a few buttons. Without a clue, she pressed one of them, causing the monitor to light up with a picture of Totodile and a few stats listed to the right.
Totodile, an electronic voice droned, coming from a small speaker at the bottom of the device, The Big Jaw Pokémon. Despite its small body, Totodile's jaws are very powerful. While it may think it is just playfully nipping, its bite has enough strength to cause serious injury.
"So… this says it's a girl, right?" She motioned to a small symbol- a circle with a "t" coming from the top- and looked toward Nick.
"Yup. Now it's my turn." After a moment of mental preparation, he performed an obviously practiced Pokéball-throwing routine and released the orb from his hands. "Oof!" He fell to his back as the ball bounced off the faux wood wall and made contact with his forehead.
"Cyn?" a small voice growled kindly from the light that had consumed the place. When vision was quickly restored, everyone could see a small, barely bipedal creature, hunched over Nick's face. If it hadn't just issued a short cry, one could easily think it was asleep due to its closed eyes and minimal movement. Four black circles were on its smooth cobalt back which contrasted the tan underbelly and limbs.
Cyndaquil, the Fire Mouse Pokémon. Lucy had taken the opportunity to use her Pokédex again. It flares flames from its back to protect itself. The fire burns vigorously if the Pokémon is angry. When it is tired, it sputters with incomplete combustion.
"Hey Nick, it's a boy!" she shouted, grinning ear to ear.
"Fantastic," he murmured, rubbing his head and sitting up.
"My turn." Lexi, who'd been watching the whole scene with enthusiasm, walked from Professor Elm's side and to the final of the three Pokéballs and Pokédexes. "I assume this is Chikorita." She gracefully lifted the ball from the glassware, leaving it empty. Next, she took the red Pokédex and opened it, carefully examining the buttons and screen.
"… come on!" Lucy screamed, watching her begin to polish the sphere with the bottom of her pink shirt. "Just throw it!!"
Surprised, yet still pleasant, she dropped the object straight to the ground, watching as the familiar light appeared and then faded. This time, instead of an Alligator or a Porcupine, an odd creature stood upon four tiny hooves, looking around the room curiously with large, shimmering eyes. Its body was very simple, like an extremely short and simplified horse, and the almost nonexistent neck was beaded with a line of seeds that, along with the large leaf on top of its head and its light green skin, made it all too clear that it was a grass type.
Once again, Lucy was the first to grab her 'dex.
Chikorita, the Leaf Pokémon. It waves its leaf around to keep foes at bay. However, a sweet fragrance also wafts from the leaf, creating a friendly atmosphere that becalms the battlers.
"What gender is it?" Lexi asked, kneeling to stroke the young Pokémon's back.
"Girl," Lucy answered coldly, quickly snapping shut her Pokédex and lifting Totodile into her arms.
"Your name," Alexis said, "will be Tikora."
"Tikora!?" Lu scoffed loudly. "You call that a name!? Hahahah!! Nice one! Now me, on the other hand, have picked the perfect name for this gal." She lifted her Pokémon even higher in the air. "Maylene! After the famous Sinnoh gym leader!"
"God." Nick rolled his eyes and laid back down. "I was afraid you would pick something like that."
For a few seconds, Lucy issued a brutal beating to her friend, finally settling down after he screamed his twelfth apology.
"Sorry," he said, back in his original position, "I was just saying that ya shoulda let me pick out your name."
"Hmph! Oh really!? I suppose you have a wonderful name picked out, don't you!?"
"Well…" He smiled slightly and lowered his gaze. "I don't mean to brag… but the name I've chosen is perfect and original."
"What is it?" Lexi asked, her eyes full of wonder and curiosity.
"It's a name that no one has ever used before, and yet it's completely obvious…"
"Just say it!" the older girl yelled.
"His name… is Caution."
A strange silence filled the room as awkward glances were cast between Lexi and Elm, and Lucy tried to contain her laughter. Finally, her seal broke and a shrieking cackle sliced the air, ringing in everyone's ears even after it was over.
"CAUTION!? Are you serious!?"
He gave her an angry look and busied himself with grooming his Pokémon, who was enjoying it thoroughly. "What's wrong with it? Y'know, like how thermoses say 'caution: hot.' And he's a fire type so-"
"That the stupidest name I've ever heard!!" She was clutching her stomach now, shaking with elation.
"Let's just go," he said cruelly, standing and lifting Caution from the floor.
After a few more minutes of chuckling, the girl agreed to go and, along with the somewhat unwelcome Lexi, they went to Lucy's house to prepare for their journey…
All Dex entries are from Emerald.
Chapter I: The Seeds are Planted
"You understand, don't you?"
Professor Elm a tall, thin figure of about twenty-five nodded his head cautiously, causing the small bushel of brown hair at the front of his head to shake. He was sitting in a small, dark room, where the only source of illumination came from a light bulb hanging on a few wires coming from the ceiling. It only revealed Elm's face, a small space of dirty wooden floor, and the basic frame of a wide man, clenching his fist in a subtly gleeful way. Pulling the collar of his white lab coat nervously, the young professor looked around suspiciously.
"So…" he started, still grasping his neckline, "are we done here?"
"Yes," the large man answered deeply, motioning fluidly to the faintly visible door behind him. "I hope you don't let us down, Gregory."
"No, no, of course not," he said quickly stumbling to the door. The floor was littered with several items of no importance, and some that could possibly serve a great purpose. But Elm paid them no mind. Right now, he just wanted out; out of the building, and out of his situation…
(-o-)
"Aaaaaahhhhh!!!"
The cry rang loudly from the stubby tan house, located directly in the center of the tiny, yet famed New Bark Town. It traveled to the neighbors and through the roads. Something was happening today, which could promise unimaginable things…
"I love this song!!!" A black-haired, teenage girl turned the dial on her portable pink radio up, causing the volume of the heavy metal song to increase dramatically. She was in her white room, lined with posters of rock bands. Her black bed sheet even had a picture of Baron Hyp, the lead singer of the band that was playing on the radio that very instant. "Drowzee in Pink has to be the best band in the world!!!" she screamed to a boy leaning in the corner. He was scratching his thin blonde hair with a confused look on his face.
"They only have three songs," he said.
"What!?" she shrieked, dancing to the rhythm.
"Nothing…" he muttered, rolling his eyes.
Suddenly, the girl switched the music player off with an annoyed look in her sky blue eyes. "Nicholas Ebon West," She grabbed him by his shirt collar and lifted him into the air, "did you just roll your eyes at me?"
Nick smiled a little. He and Lucy always joked like this. She would play the tough one, and he'd be the victim. Of course, she'd never actually hurt him, but the boy knew that she easily could if she had the wish to.
Lucy was, in every way, a tomboy. Football had always prevailed over Volleyball in her mind, lifting weights was what she described as "relaxing," and upon her freshman year- this year, to be exact- she had joined the school's kickboxing team. Yet, despite all of this, she retained her beautiful and dainty body, not hesitating to flaunt it in front of attractive members of the opposite sex.
Nicholas, on the other hand, was… different. Sports had never been kind to him, and the year he tried out for the football team- along with Lucy- he broke his wrist, which had taken weeks to heal. "Pumping iron," as Lucy always called it, wasn't exactly his thing either. He had to struggle to bench the forty-five pound bar just one time, and if he tried two presses, it was a very likely possibility that his arms could snap from the pressure. And his body; well, he wasn't overweight, which he always viewed as a plus, but he certainly wasn't what one would call "chiseled." He considered himself more academically talented.
"Yeah," he answered, mocking toughness, "Whatcha gonna do about it?"
"I'll show you," she said slowly, lifting him higher. A grin was just beginning to creep onto her face when a voice interrupted.
"Lucy!? Nicholas!? You'd better get going or you'll be late!" It was the soothing yet strained voice of the girl's mother, warning them about the time constraint.
"'Kay mom!" she called, dropping Nick to the carpeted floor. "Don't let it happen again," she muttered jokingly, poking him the chest. "Now let's head downstairs."
"Gotcha," he said, rubbing his soothingly as soon as she turned around.
As they reached the kitchen- a white, square room, bordered with a light blue counter, scattered with utensils and in desperate need of a cleaning- they found Lucy's mother hurriedly stuffing sandwiches into two brown paper bags. Her wavy black hair was pulled messily into a ponytail, and her colorful, non-matching outfit looked as if it had been gathered in a rush.
"Okay, now you've got your Pokégears?" she asked, handing the sacks to the teenagers.
"Yeah," Lucy answered, showing her mother her black multi-function tool. It had a circular area toward the top where the screen was and a rectangular box on the bottom half, apparently holding the batteries and such.
"And you?" The woman turned toward Nick, looking at him protectively as if he was her son.
"Yes ma'am," he said timidly, pulling his own silver Pokégear out of his pocket.
"Good." She moved herself to fixing the rolled-up sleeve on Lucy's black shirt. "Now I expect a call at least once a week. The second seven days pass without you letting me know you're still alive, I'm calling the police and ordering a search, understand?"
"Mom," the girl whined, "It's no fun if we're always under your thumb."
"I don't care. You will call me every week or your little journey is over. Now do you understand?" She said the last sentence, slowly, emphasizing each word.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever."
"And," She turned toward Nick, "your mother will be expecting your calls as well."
"Okay," he said quietly, cracking a knuckle nervously. Lucy was the only person he'd ever felt comfortable around.
"Let's go," Lucy urged, tugging his plaid button-up shirt. "Professor Elm told us to be there at noon, and I'm not missing out on my chance to a Totodile."
"Coming," he said as she ran out the door. "Bye Missus Ellender."
"LET'S MOVE!"
As soon as he exited the small house and entered the clean yard, he found his friend waiting for him, with one foot on a skateboard and the other resting on the sidewalk.
"I'm waiting!"
"Don't worry, it's only-" he checked his Pokégear for the time, "Uh… well, we've only got fifteen minutes…" Avoiding Lucy's fiery, yet at the same time glacial stare, he hopped upon his old red bicycle and pedaled down the road.
"C'mon!" she yelled, speeding past him as she crouched on her board. "We're gonna be late!"
"Wait up!" he shouted desperately, moving his feet faster. She was kicking like a madwoman. And it was no surprise. She had been waiting for this day for as long as he could remember, and after three long weeks of extensive studying, he, Lucy, and an unknown student had managed to score in the top three in New Bark Town after taking the Official Pokémon Assessment Test, or OPAT for short. Luckily, there were only fifteen people in their small class. Passing in the top three guaranteed their right to get one of Professor Elm's starter Pokémon. Of course, if they were late, this reward would be gone.
"IF YOU DON'T HURRY UP," she started as she stared directly at him, her eyes burning with anger, "I'M GONNA CUT OFF THOSE TWO SHRIMPY THINGS HANGING BETWEEN YOUR-"
"Look out!"
She turned forward, just in time to see herself run directly into a pile of garbage bags sitting on the sidewalk in front of a blue house. They had previously been patiently awaiting the garbage man, but now they were scattered across the place, still tumbling.
Flipping her long hair out of her eyes, she climbed off the ground, wiping trash off of her clothes. "It's okay!" She began looking for her skateboard. "As long as the- no!"
"What is it?" Nick asked, carefully stepping over a rotten banana peel.
"My Pokégear!!" She was crouching next to a few empty vegetable cans, looking sadly to the ground. There sat her black Pokégear, with a cracked screen. After pressing a few buttons as a test, she gloomily discovered it was no longer functional.
"It must've fallen off your neck," Nick said, lifting the broken machine by the black string. "Well… we can probably get it repaired."
"Yeah, I guess," she muttered, taking it out of her friend's hands. "Do y'think you can fix it?"
"Me?" He wasn't all that surprised, really. He had repaired many electronic items of Lucy's before. But they were all simple things. A clock radio, a jammed VCR, and once he had even fixed her Playstation when it wouldn't turn on, but a Pokégear was very delicate when it came to messing around on the inside. He had found a broken one in an old dumpster at the edge of their street once, and after looking at what make it tick, his head was spinning. "Er… I don't think I can fix one of those, Lu."
"Oh…" She stood straight up. "It's no big deal!" Her fist shot up. "All that matters right now is my Pokémon!"
Nick flashed a grin. Lucy was never bummed for long. "Great! Now hop on your board and let's go!"
Stuffing the device into her shorts pocket, she dashed to the skateboard and looked back at her partner. Nodding with a smile, she kicked off down the street, followed by the boy.
(-o-)
"Welcome trainers! I believe we've met once before at your OPAT awards ceremony, so let's make the introductions quick, shall we? I'm Professor Elm, and you are…? Ah, yes, I seem to recall those names. So, I'm sure you're all eager to get your Pokémon, right? Excellent, let's get started then." Nervously, Elm sat a small note card down upon a glass coffee table. He was sitting alone in his small sky blue conference room, glancing impatiently every few moments at the wooden door which led to the outside. After a few seconds of staring, he would force himself to look away, knowing that he would go crazy if he worried so much. Not only that, but he had a very important paper on the computer concerning hatched Pokémon's personalities that he was eager to finish. Once again, he checked the clock hanging on the wall: three till noon. 'I wish they'd just hurry up…'
"We're here!! And with… two minutes to spare!"
Almost jumping, he left the stiff red couch and strode to the door. "Welcome trainers!" He opened the door wide and slipped on a faux grin. "I believe we've met once b-"
"Where's the Pokémon?" A black-haired girl pushed past him, peering around his back for any sign of Pokéballs.
"You'll have to excuse her." A boy walked in quietly, shocking Elm, who had been confusedly watching the blunter girl. His fair hair almost covered his sweet green eyes, which seemed fitting since he appeared to give off an atmosphere of shyness. "She's been waiting a long time for this."
"Oh it's alright, I understand." Expectantly, he looked out the door. "Where's the third one?"
"Well," he murmured, "we're not really sure. See, we don't know any more about her than you do. The only time all of us have even been together was at the awards ceremony back in August."
"But," he muttered, still watching the horizon of the small town, "I thought you were all from the same grade… and at the same school."
"Nope," Lucy cut in, stuffing her hands in her pockets, "That girl's from New Bark Advance, an all-girls private school that sits right between New Bark Town and… uh… Cherrygrove, that's it."
"From what I've heard," Nick whispered to Lucy, "she's supposed to be really, really smart."
"But I still don't get why she got to take the test anyway. I thought it only for New Bark High kids."
"It used to be," Nick said, "but now they're letting other kids from the area sign up to take it. But New Bark Advance is the only other New Bark-tied school, and all the girls there have never been very interested in Pokémon."
"So she probably got the highest score, didn't she?" Lucy scoffed, crossing her arms.
"Didn't miss a question, if Mr. Caldwell is right."
"Hmph, smart little b-… wait, Mr. Caldwell!? The mailman? That's your secret source!? I bet he's the one who told you that Michaela and Jake were going out."
"Well, he seems to know a lot about this stuff…"
"Ugh…"
"Ahem?"
They both turned to Professor Elm, who was looking at them with a slightly impatient look in his eyes. "I don't mean to interrupt, but perhaps we should go into the main room so you can get your Pokémon?"
"Oh yeah, let's go."
With Lucy's blessing, the trio made their way into a large white room, cluttered with trash and empty Pokéballs. There were long wooden tables throughout the place, each with at least one computer on it, and on the left wall was a tiny desk, ironically filled with the more junk than anywhere else.
"Well, let's hurry," Elm said quickly, stepping over a small pile of crumpled papers. "Now where did I put those Pokéballs…?"
"Hello!?"
Everyone turned toward the entrance where the young voice had come from.
"Be right back," Elm muttered, with a slight hint of annoyance in his tone. Grudgingly, he left the room and came back a few seconds later with a young girl at his side. She looked to be about twelve or thirteen judging by her small stature. She had brilliant blonde, almost white, hair that, even though it was tied into a ponytail, reached her waist. "Lucy, Nicholas," the man said, "this is Alexis Granger. She's the third person who passed the test."
"You can call me Lexi," she said cheerily, holding forth her hand to Lucy.
Looking distastefully at the manicured nails, she muttered a venomous "no thanks" and proceeded to search the room for the starter Pokéballs, followed by a nervous professor.
Not deterred in the least, the new girl turned toward Nick and bubbled an articulate greeting.
Accepting the hand tensely, the boy mumbled an almost incomprehensible "hi" and quickly followed Lucy.
Still grinning innocently, she followed the other two's footsteps as they were led through a door to the right and into a nearly empty room, with a small glass tray sitting in the center. Beside it were three rectangular devices, one black, one blue, and one red.
"Children," Elm started calmly, trying to ignore the fact that Lucy and Nicholas had already began investigation of the equipment, "these are the Pokéballs that contain Chikorita, Cyndaquil, and Totodile. You may each choose one, but please remember-"
"Which one's Totodile!?" Lucy shouted bluntly, crouching next to the orbs.
"Well," Nick said, "It probably goes from left to right in the order of the Pokédex." He pointed to the ball on the left side. "Chikorita." He moved to the center. "Cyndaquil." Presently, he snatched this Pokéball for himself and brought his attention to the right. "And Totodile."
"Excellent." She grabbed the red-and-white sphere and stood to her feet and tossed her prize into the air. Upon contact with the beige carpet, it opened with a brilliant flash of white light, and left a short blue creature when the glow faded. Its crocodilian face held a frightening array of sharp teeth and its mouth seemed eternally open. Stubby arms and legs sprouted from the torso, which was striped with a yellow "v", and a proportionately short tail, lined with red fins, stuck out from its back. "My very first Pokémon is… uh… is it a boy or a girl?"
"Use the Pokédex," the boy said, handing her the black object and keeping the blue one for himself.
Excitedly, she flipped it open, revealing a black screen and a few buttons. Without a clue, she pressed one of them, causing the monitor to light up with a picture of Totodile and a few stats listed to the right.
Totodile, an electronic voice droned, coming from a small speaker at the bottom of the device, The Big Jaw Pokémon. Despite its small body, Totodile's jaws are very powerful. While it may think it is just playfully nipping, its bite has enough strength to cause serious injury.
"So… this says it's a girl, right?" She motioned to a small symbol- a circle with a "t" coming from the top- and looked toward Nick.
"Yup. Now it's my turn." After a moment of mental preparation, he performed an obviously practiced Pokéball-throwing routine and released the orb from his hands. "Oof!" He fell to his back as the ball bounced off the faux wood wall and made contact with his forehead.
"Cyn?" a small voice growled kindly from the light that had consumed the place. When vision was quickly restored, everyone could see a small, barely bipedal creature, hunched over Nick's face. If it hadn't just issued a short cry, one could easily think it was asleep due to its closed eyes and minimal movement. Four black circles were on its smooth cobalt back which contrasted the tan underbelly and limbs.
Cyndaquil, the Fire Mouse Pokémon. Lucy had taken the opportunity to use her Pokédex again. It flares flames from its back to protect itself. The fire burns vigorously if the Pokémon is angry. When it is tired, it sputters with incomplete combustion.
"Hey Nick, it's a boy!" she shouted, grinning ear to ear.
"Fantastic," he murmured, rubbing his head and sitting up.
"My turn." Lexi, who'd been watching the whole scene with enthusiasm, walked from Professor Elm's side and to the final of the three Pokéballs and Pokédexes. "I assume this is Chikorita." She gracefully lifted the ball from the glassware, leaving it empty. Next, she took the red Pokédex and opened it, carefully examining the buttons and screen.
"… come on!" Lucy screamed, watching her begin to polish the sphere with the bottom of her pink shirt. "Just throw it!!"
Surprised, yet still pleasant, she dropped the object straight to the ground, watching as the familiar light appeared and then faded. This time, instead of an Alligator or a Porcupine, an odd creature stood upon four tiny hooves, looking around the room curiously with large, shimmering eyes. Its body was very simple, like an extremely short and simplified horse, and the almost nonexistent neck was beaded with a line of seeds that, along with the large leaf on top of its head and its light green skin, made it all too clear that it was a grass type.
Once again, Lucy was the first to grab her 'dex.
Chikorita, the Leaf Pokémon. It waves its leaf around to keep foes at bay. However, a sweet fragrance also wafts from the leaf, creating a friendly atmosphere that becalms the battlers.
"What gender is it?" Lexi asked, kneeling to stroke the young Pokémon's back.
"Girl," Lucy answered coldly, quickly snapping shut her Pokédex and lifting Totodile into her arms.
"Your name," Alexis said, "will be Tikora."
"Tikora!?" Lu scoffed loudly. "You call that a name!? Hahahah!! Nice one! Now me, on the other hand, have picked the perfect name for this gal." She lifted her Pokémon even higher in the air. "Maylene! After the famous Sinnoh gym leader!"
"God." Nick rolled his eyes and laid back down. "I was afraid you would pick something like that."
For a few seconds, Lucy issued a brutal beating to her friend, finally settling down after he screamed his twelfth apology.
"Sorry," he said, back in his original position, "I was just saying that ya shoulda let me pick out your name."
"Hmph! Oh really!? I suppose you have a wonderful name picked out, don't you!?"
"Well…" He smiled slightly and lowered his gaze. "I don't mean to brag… but the name I've chosen is perfect and original."
"What is it?" Lexi asked, her eyes full of wonder and curiosity.
"It's a name that no one has ever used before, and yet it's completely obvious…"
"Just say it!" the older girl yelled.
"His name… is Caution."
A strange silence filled the room as awkward glances were cast between Lexi and Elm, and Lucy tried to contain her laughter. Finally, her seal broke and a shrieking cackle sliced the air, ringing in everyone's ears even after it was over.
"CAUTION!? Are you serious!?"
He gave her an angry look and busied himself with grooming his Pokémon, who was enjoying it thoroughly. "What's wrong with it? Y'know, like how thermoses say 'caution: hot.' And he's a fire type so-"
"That the stupidest name I've ever heard!!" She was clutching her stomach now, shaking with elation.
"Let's just go," he said cruelly, standing and lifting Caution from the floor.
After a few more minutes of chuckling, the girl agreed to go and, along with the somewhat unwelcome Lexi, they went to Lucy's house to prepare for their journey…
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