A bright light creaked in through the blinds of the window. Yuki yawned and stretched out his arms. He looked over to his alarm clock. It was already 10:50! Yuki rolled slowly out of bed, grabbing his clothes. He slowly changed into his clothes, which consisted of a pair of ocean blue jeans with a jet black t-shirt, which was underneath a very stylish blue jacket. Yuki looked in the mirror, and thought something was missing that would complete the look... He didn't have a hat on! Yuki selected an appropriate corporate branded baseball cap from his selection, and the look was complete. He ran down stairs, to get breakfast. He entered the kitchen and saw his mom at the table, and that breakfast was already prepared. He sat down and got ready to dig into his plate of...
"Pancakes?" Yuki asked, looking at the food as if it insulted him in some way.
"Is something wrong honey?" asked his mother looking up.
"Why are there pancakes on my plate?" Yuki asked accusingly, "I am destined to become a pokémon master. How can I achieve that if I don't have bacon for breakfast?"
"Bacon? How would that make any difference?" asked his mother, obviously confused.
"Well because... because... it just does! Everyone knows that! So make me some now!" yelled Yuki.
"Okay Yuki, calm down," said his mother, getting the frying pan out of the cupboard, "But you're late already. Won't all the pokémon be gone by the time the bacon's ready? I thought you had to be there for 11, and it's already quarter past!"
"Please mother I have a plan." Said Yuki confidently, "Anyway I may as well not go if I don't get my bacon!"
While his mother was preparing his bacon, Yuki just sat there muttering to himself about 'his family holding him back' and 'a true pokémon master must overcome all obstacles'. A few minutes later his mother came over with his bacon. There were precisely three rashers of bacon, served alongside some other unimportant breakfast items, which Yuki wolfed down quickly. Once he had eaten his breakfast, he decided it was about time he graced Professor Oak's lab with his presence.
As he walked to Professor Oak's lab, he looked around the town he had grown up in. Obviously, it was a gloriously sunny day and the temperature was perfect. The weather was always like this on the day trainers received their first pokémon, it was tradition. As Yuki looked around, he realised this was the last time he would be in Pallet Town until he returned as the pokémon league champion. Buoyed by this thought he quickened his pace.
Upon reaching the lab, Yuki headed straight inside. He didn't bother with knocking, after all he was destined to become the next pokémon master! Upon entering, he was surprised to see the aides packing some of the display equipment away. He saw Professor Oak towards the back of the lab, obviously busy with work, and decided to walk over and introduce himself.
"Professor Oak," Yuki said loudly, causing the Professor to turn around, "My name is Yuki and I'm going to be the next pokémon master."
"If you want to be a pokémon master, why didn't you come and collect a pokémon an hour ago like all the other trainers?" asked Oak confused.
"That's why I'm here," Yuki stated, then for effect he repeated himself, "I am going to be the next pokémon master, and I am here to collect my first pokémon."
"Erm, you're too late. The three pokémon I was offering are all taken." said Professor Oak.
"Taken?" asked Yuki looking shocked, "But I am going to be..."
"Yeah you said, but the other trainers got here an hour ago, like I asked them to." Said Oak, cutting Yuki off, "They all received a pokémon, and all the pokémon I was offering today are now gone."
"But what about the powerhouse you're holding in reserve Professor?" Yuki asked, looking highly confused as to why the Professor hadn't given him a pokémon yet. "Everyone know's that Professors always hold a powerhouse in reserve. What is it? An Eevee? A shiny? I don't suppose you have any legendaries dotting about do you?"
"What are you talking about? Why would I hold any pokémon in reserve, let alone a 'powerhouse' as you put it," said Oak angrily, "That would reward someone who was too lazy to be here on time, and punish the children who made the effort to get here when I asked them to! It makes no sense!"
"How dare you question my flawless logic!" yelled Yuki angrily. Then, slowly, a truth dawned on him, "So you really have no pokémon left at all?"
"No, I gave them all to the children who were on time," said Oak shortly.
"Then what the hell am I supposed to do?" asked Yuki.
Obviously not concerned by Yuki's predicament, Oak turned away and got back to work. Yuki was completely crestfallen, but that didn't stop him sneakily stealing a pokédex and a few pokéballs on his way out. Once out of the lab he sat down on a bench and tried to make sense of what was happening. The world had gone mad... and he knew why. It was those damn pancakes! If his mother had made him bacon like any normal mother he would be on his way already with his shiny Pikachu...
All of a sudden his trail of thought was lost when a worried looking man ran past.
"I'm screwed, oh my god I'm screwed," the man kept repeating.
As the man was obviously in some kind of trouble, Yuki naturally felt obliged to go and help him. The man was dressed very strangely; he was dressed in all black and had a big R on the front of his top.
"Excuse me Sir," called Yuki, "Can I help you in any way."
"Ah!" cried the man, "Look kid you never saw me okay? Tell you what I'll give you one of these pokémon if you keep your mouth shut."
"How very generous of you!" said Yuki happily. The man chucked a pokéball at Yuki, before sprinting off in the other direction. 'What a nice man' thought Yuki. Just then another man ran around the corner looking very angry.
"Hey Kid, you seen anyone suspicious running around?" the man called to Yuki.
"Sorry I can't say I have," replied Yuki. After all, the only person Yuki had seen was the nice man who had given him his pokémon, and he wasn't suspicious at all...
(OOC - sorry its a bit long... I found this far too fun to write...)
