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Pokémon - HeartGold & SoulSilver Adventure! Page 2
Started by Lash June 27th, 2009 2:02 AM- 13918 views
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Chapter 5
Cyndaquil's squinted eyes were tightly closed like they normally were. However, it was a simple task to tell if the fire Pokémon was awake or not. The flames that normally discharged from the four spots on his back weren't showing. His breathing was slow, but he was barely moving. He wasn't in any danger, however. The Pokémon was in a peaceful slumber in his trainers arms.
Poliwhirl looked up at both Patrick and Cyndaquil. He obviously wasn't snoozing like his young comrade, however. He was almost done in, but wasn't completely drained of energy. He still had enough animation to walk by his trainer's side. The only thoughts on his mind were about rest. He was sure Patrick was also thinking the same thing, about getting off his feet and into a comfortable bed with cloud-soft pillows.
The travel time through Routes 30 and 31 and the Dark Cave detour would normally take most of the light the day had to offer. Yet, they accomplished this in a few short hours. Achieving a day's venture with such a limited time was tiring for the group. The necessary rush would've been unnecessary if Patrick hadn't slept in as late as he did.
Patrick approached a small building that separated the end of the route and the beginning of Violet City. The lights emitting from it were bright enough to illuminate its surroundings. Before entering the building, Patrick read a sign in front of the building aloud.
"Lookout Station." Patrick stopped before continuing, "Be prepared to present proper identification if past dark."
"Well, I got no problem in that department. Let's go in."
Patrick looked down at Poliwhirl before turning his head towards the door, signaling the drowsy Pokémon to follow him inside.
There wasn't a lot inside the building. A patterned tile, a soft rug, and a couple plants were the only features inside the building. Patrick looked down at the zigzagging pattern before paying attention to Cyndaquil. He smiled when he thought how he would be forced to chase Cyndaquil around if the child was awake. Adding a head turning pattern with the curious mind of a child wouldn't be a good combination.
The trainer looked around wondering about the identification presentation process that the sign outside mentioned. He noticed the red uniformed security guard sitting in a chair with his head slumped over. Small bits of drool dripped from his mouth while he snored. In front of him was a small, light blue colored desk. To the right of him was a computer and scanner, which answered Patrick's question of identification. He approached the desk before attempting to wake him up.
"Hey, dude, wake up. I have identification to present." He said, but his soft spoken voice wasn't enough to awaken the security guard.
"Dude are you like dead or something? Wake up!"
Patrick was trying not to speak loud, to make sure Cyndaquil wasn't disturbed. This caused his second attempt to fail. At this point, he was ready to walk through the doors that lead into Violet City, but he looked up to the ceiling beforehand. A camera attached to one of the ceiling - wall corners was aimed to watch the entire interior of the building. Since he didn't want the law on his behind, he thought up of an alternative.
He retrieved his PokéGear from his pocket. Once the screen lit up, he pressed the third yellow button. An entire list of artists he had stored into the device showed up in alphabetical order. He went to the mp3 list of the second artist stored into the PokéGear, Avenged Sevenfold. Six lists of assorted mp3's showed up, for each of the albums released by the band. The third option, 'City of Evil' was the album Patrick chose among the selections. He held the PokéGear near the security guard before playing the first track off the album, 'Beast and the Harlot'.
The right off the bat heavy and loud song began playing. This took the security guard by surprise. The astonishment caused him to fall out of his chair. Patrick didn't pause the song, even when the security guard rose from the hard floor. He tended to his back before turning towards Patrick. The expression on his face showed he was in pain. The emotion passed quickly when he directed his anger towards the disturbance. Patrick paused the PokéGear before the security guard spoke.
"What the hell is your problem, kid!? I was in the middle of a nap!"
Patrick was in disbelief at how lazy the security guard was. First napping on the job, and then complaining about not doing his job in the first place.
"My problem is I need to get this proper identification crap done so I don't have the law on my ass!" Patrick replied after pausing the song.
Poliwhirl ignored all the yelling with a yawn, but Cyndaquil didn't handle it all so well. He managed to sleep through the song, but it was the yelling that woke him up. He was startled like the security guard, but he nearly fell out of Patrick's arms instead of completely falling out. The security guard hesitated any questions he had to give the trainer's Cyndaquil a chance to calm down and fall back asleep. This didn't take long, as child Pokémon had been all tuckered out after the days events.
"Well, you could've just mentioned that." The security guard stated, "Fine then, let me see your trainer identification so you can be on your way.
Patrick rolled his eyes at the security guards first comment before retrieving his PokéDex from his pocket. Once he got the device back after a quick computer scan, the trainer mumbled something before exiting.
"What kind of world is it where rent a cops have to ask for identification?"
Patrick put emphasis onto the demeaning term for security guards when he spoke to make sure the guard heard him. The man clamped his fist while Patrick exited the double doors that lead into the city, albeit knowing his lack of authority meant he couldn't do anything.
Patrick blinked when he opened the door, so his eyes were closed when he entered the city. When he opened them, the city he saw was far different from any other place he had visited. None of the log cabin houses used modernized equipment. No electricity, so the only dependant light sources inside any of the houses he passed by were the roaring fires. Still, they were bright enough for the light to reach outside.
"Are these like the stone ages or something?" Patrick asked himself before another unusual eye catcher caught his attention.
Wooden statues stood in front of each house. The sculptures were carved into the appearance of a Pokémon Patrick knew all too well, Bellsprout, a pre-evolution of Victreebel. Every single detail was correct, from the skinny roots it stood on, to its bell shaped head. The way the leaves at the Pokémon's sides hung differed from statue to statue, but nothing's perfect.
Patrick's spine shook when he crept along and looked side to side. To him, it felt like all the lifeless statues were staring at him, certainly an uncomfortable feeling in the dead of night. Poliwhirl wasn't phased by the feelings of paranoia his trainer was experiencing. He simply tilted his head to the side at his trainer's actions.
"I think we should get to the Pokémon Center as fast as we possibly can, this is getting a little creepy..." Patrick's voice shook a little when he spoke.
It was easy to differentiate the Pokémon Center from any other building in Violet City. Ran by electricity, built by brick. The lights were much brighter than the ablaze fire places. Patrick instantly felt warmer upon entering the building, compared to the slightly chilly winds of night. He approached the front desk while Cyndaquil attempted to roll over, though the trainer obviously wouldn't let the sleeping Pokémon do so.
"Excuse me, may I leave some Pokémon here? My team's all tuckered out."
The person he spoke to behind the desk was none other than Nurse Joy. The pink haired woman politefully nodded when she replied, "Of course." she said before continuing, "You look a little tuckered out yourself. Would you like a room for the night?"
"Yes please! But, I think I'll be able to take Cyndaquil with me. He had a battle today, but it wasn't anything too serious. He's out of it right now." he glanced at Cyndaquil before turning his head to Nurse Joy.
"That would be alright, but it's highly recommended that you leave your Pokémon here if it has done any battling throughout the day." She softly spoke as she glanced at Cyndaquil.
"Plus, I haven't seen you here. If you have Pokémon with you, you must be a trainer here to battle the Violet City Gym. Having all your Pokémon in tip-top shape before a battle is really important if you want to succeed." She continued.
"Really?" Patrick looked down at both Poliwhirl and Cyndaquil before carrying on the conversation, "I guess I don't have any other option. Thanks for looking out for us trainers!" he grinned.
Cyndaquil stayed asleep while his trainer returned him into his spherical second home. Poliwhirl had almost a begging look in his eyes when he laid them upon the Poké Ball. Patrick retrieved the rest of his team before handing off the four Poké Ball's to Nurse Joy. After returning from leaving the trainer's Pokémon in the healing rooms, he asked her a question.
"Excuse me, could I have a key to one of the rooms for the night?"
The pink haired woman looked slightly disappointed, looking like she was about to give bad news.
"Sorry, but we're full for the night; Maybe you can come back tomorrow, or rent a room in a local hotel?"
Patrick was in disbelief that he was beaten to the punch on getting a room. He was as down as an abandoned Cubone. He didn't even say a word when he walked away, wondering what his options were. A local hotel obviously wasn't an option, as the trainer already blew every cent he had earlier within his journey. He certainly could wander the night and city away, but he was already like a Snorlax, despite the fact that he had awaken up hours just before he arrived in Violet City. He needed his rest to for the gym battle, too.
He didn't go back to the Pokémon Center, seeing this failed opportunity at obtaining a room as a chance to explore the city he wouldn't stay in for long. The traditional styled houses at the edges of the town soon transformed into modern day styled buildings, showing that all of the city wasn't obsessed with the old ages and Bellsprout shrines. Still, the modern section was dull.
Patrick yawned at the repeating patterns of buildings, ignoring all the ones that looked unimportant. One building managed to catch his eye, however. A large, circular building with designs that were far different from the rest of the cities buildings. Support beams were visible outside the building, all of them red. The walls in between the beams were snow white. A small door in front lead into the giant building. A sign above it read VIOLET CITY POKéMON GYM. He approached the building, despite the fact that he didn't have any Pokémon on him.
"Maybe if I get to know the gym first, the battle won't seem so hard." He said to himself.
When the trainer was about five feet from the door, an angry, familiar face stampeded out of the building, Kamon. The crimson haired boy slammed right into Patrick. Both trainers fell flat on the ground upon impact. Patrick got up first and rubbed his back before noticing who he had bumped into.
"Kamon! Sorry there dude!" Patrick smiled as he scratched his head in embarrassment.
Kamon looked up in disdain when he saw who ran into him. He ignored Patrick as he clenched his fist and walked away.
'This fool again? I swear, if he follows me...' He thought.
Patrick clenched his fist when he figured out that he'd been ignored. He left his anger at the spot he fell when he chased after Kamon.
"S'up dude! What happened in there? You look like you're really pissed."
Patrick's run turned into a walk when he caught up to his rival, much to Kamon's dismay. He took a breath and stopped walking before replying to his annoyance.
"I challenged the Gym Leader and got whooped, happy?" He snapped.
Patrick felt the blood rush through his veins when Kamon lashed out at him like that.
"Dude, it sucks that you lost your gym battle. Sure, you win and lose some, but you don't have to take it out on me." Patrick sharply spoke.
Kamon's knuckles cracked when Patrick replied to him. It was clear to everyone but Patrick that his rival wanted to raise his fist and fight when he began gritting his teeth, but he calmed down with a deep breath or two.
'Damn it, I can't be losing my cool like that around this idiot...'
"Sorry, that was just my first gym challenge, and I thought I was perfectly trained for it." The angry look was replaced by a faked sad look when he spoke.
Patrick forgot all of his anger when he realized what had fueled Kamon's. He placed his hand on the boy's shoulder.
"Well, the first loss is a hard one, but there's no shame in losing. Just gotta learn from it and win next time!" Patrick cheerily smiled.
'Maybe he's right. Guess he's not a complete idiot.'
Kamon shook off Patrick's hand in disbelief after his last thought that commented his rival. He paid no mind to the black haired boy when he began to walk. Of course, Patrick trailed close behind him with a question.
"Hey, are you going to the Pokémon Center?"
"Yes, I have a room reserved." He answered hastily.
"Ah, sweet dude! Think I could bunk with your for the night? Nurse Joy said none of the rooms were vacant, so I don't got a place to sleep tonight." Enthusiasm was present in his voice when he asked.
Kamon quickly breathed in and stopped walking when he heard what Patrick was asking of him. He clenched his fist and glared at his rival for a moment before replying. The black haired boy was oblivious to the evil eye that was upon him, as a lock of Kamon's crimson hair covered up his gaze. The excited look on the clueless boy's face disappeared with the delayed answer from his adversary.
"You alright, bro?" He asked
"Um..." Kamon's voice was choppy before he proceeded with his answer.
"Yeah, sure, it's okay."
The two boys continued their stroll through the town. In minutes, they were back where Patrick had started before his wander. The warmth of the light and the cool breeze were what welcomed the boys into the building. Kamon retrieved a pair of room keys from his pocket before handing one to Patrick. The door unlocking item put a smile on the boy's face when he held the cold object in his hand. He trailed off into the hallway where the rooms were located while Kamon proceeded to the front desk.
The room had a single bed on one side, and a bunk bed on the other. Patrick immediately called dibs on the bunk bed, despite the fact that his rival wasn't even there. Still, he left nothing to chance. He spread out his belongings on the lower bed before climbing the ladder to the second bed. He pulled the cottony blanket over his body before resting his head on the feathery pillow. He looked like he was ready for a good night's sleep, but he couldn't seem to enter the state of peaceful slumber.
He started at the ceiling with a serious look in his abyssal black eyes.
'Man, it was pretty cool of Kamon to let me in his room for the night, but I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep. Tomorrow is my first Gym match in the Johto Region. I've competed in them before, but I definitely know I can't be taking this lightly... Which Pokémon should I use? Should I bring back someone from my previous team, or trust that the Pokémon I have now can defeat whoever the gym leader is? So many options...'
Images of his current party of Pokémon raced through his mind like a Rapidash going for first place. Poliwhirl's impressive array of water attacks drenching his enemies, unlocking the true potential with Cyndaquil's fire, or unleashing the power of Hoothoot and Ledyba in full force. Each member on his team was a perfect candidate for battle.
'I probably shouldn't be thinking like that... Cyndaquil, Hoothoot, and Ledyba may not be as experienced as my older Pokémon, but I know they'll do me good. Just got to think up of a good strategy...' He smiled.
Kamon did not look pleased that the door to his room had been left wide open. Nor did he have a happy look on his face when he saw 'Patrick's junk', as he would describe it, on the bed he was gong to claim. He grinded his teeth and cracked his knuckles. His presence was unknown to the pondering Patrick, who was still staring at the ceiling. Though he had been through plenty of gym battles beforehand, a fact unknown to Kamon, a Johto gym battle was going to be a whole new ball game, a new frontier to conquer. Seek the battles, destroy the competition.
The crimson haired trainer closed his door before approaching his bed. Prior sinking into the sheets and laying his head on the pillow that would allow him to dream the night away, a flicker of electricity outside the bedroom window demanded his attention. One after another, small bolts and sparks volts kept appearing. This was something he clearly couldn't let go of. His curiosity had swooped in carried him away by the talons.
Patrick was still in his own world of thought, last time Kamon looked.
"That idiot will be gone for awhile..." He finally had the chance to say what he was thinking after the time he had started to spend with his rival, though it was still a whisper under his short breath.
Kamon unlatched the window locks and lifted casement up. He did so quietly so Patrick's attention wouldn't detour from his current train of thought. The trainer was more silent than a mouse on Christmas when sneaking out of the building. Before walking towards the energy that captured his thought, he looked back into the now dimly lit Pokémon Center room.
The atmosphere he entered was different from what Kamon was used to. The static in the hair caused his hair to float and to send a feeling through his entire body, from head to toe. His energy was lifted, and it felt entirely good to him. He couldn't help but to crack a smile with the wonderful feeling he was experiencing, but he quickly snapped back into reality before achieving a full smile.
"What on Earth is creating this?"
He turned his head when a crackle of electricity appeared in the direction he was now looking. It made no attempt to hide itself, it was almost as if whatever was creating what he was currently experiencing wanted him to know its presence. He walked in the direction that caught his mind's eye.
When he got closer, a creature came into view. There wasn't enough light for him to see what it was, even with the electricity. All he could make out was its tail, which was light blue. It's shape was similar to that of a lightning bolt, a zig zag. A star shaped formation ended its tail. The beginning of the appendage was connected to a white ball of fluff. Above it, Kamon could make out the end of a violet, curled cape.
"Whoa.."
Kamon stood in amazement when he lightly spoke, but this bit of noise was audible enough for the creature to hear. Even though the crimson haired boy couldn't see it, the creature quickly turned its head. Before he could even blink, the electrical creature zoomed out of his vision. His hair fell once the creature was gone, and the feeling that surged through his body was no longer existent.
Kamon walked back to the room while staring to the ground. Many questions rushed through his head, so he in the same pondering state Patrick was in. He quickly realized that his rival was still in the room before climbing into the room. He knelt down at the corner so he could get a good view of the bunk bed. He focused and tuned out all thought in his head, even the ones involving the creature he just encountered. He didn't want to explain what had happened to him to his rival.
He knew he was safe once he heard snoring. He wasted no time in climbing over the window sill, closing and locking the window itself, and climbing into bed. He turned over on his side and stared at the wall.
'What was that I just saw? That was unlike anything I've ever experienced.'
He continued his thoughts before closing his eyes and falling asleep.
'Darn it, I can't stop thinking... Well, I'll need to stop. I'll need my rest for the gym battle. I'll never forget what happened, though. I hope I can find out what that things was.'
Kamon shut out all thoughts so he could fall asleep. The peaceful and quiet night slowly rolled by. Each minute of rest the trainer's had was more important than the last. Regular Pokémon battles out in the fields were easy to adapt to, but a gym battle was the true test of a trainer that forces one to think on his feet.
The battles in the upcoming day would be the first of the eight trials of the Pokémon trainer.
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Authors comments:
I know it's been a little while, but here you have it, and I hope you enjoy it! I seriously had to work at it, with school in the way and everything.
Once again, ENJOY! :D
Chapter 5
Cyndaquil's squinted eyes were tightly closed like they normally were. However, it was a simple task to tell if the fire Pokémon was awake or not. The flames that normally discharged from the four spots on his back weren't showing. His breathing was slow, but he was barely moving. He wasn't in any danger, however. The Pokémon was in a peaceful slumber in his trainers arms.
Poliwhirl looked up at both Patrick and Cyndaquil. He obviously wasn't snoozing like his young comrade, however. He was almost done in, but wasn't completely drained of energy. He still had enough animation to walk by his trainer's side. The only thoughts on his mind were about rest. He was sure Patrick was also thinking the same thing, about getting off his feet and into a comfortable bed with cloud-soft pillows.
The travel time through Routes 30 and 31 and the Dark Cave detour would normally take most of the light the day had to offer. Yet, they accomplished this in a few short hours. Achieving a day's venture with such a limited time was tiring for the group. The necessary rush would've been unnecessary if Patrick hadn't slept in as late as he did.
Patrick approached a small building that separated the end of the route and the beginning of Violet City. The lights emitting from it were bright enough to illuminate its surroundings. Before entering the building, Patrick read a sign in front of the building aloud.
"Lookout Station." Patrick stopped before continuing, "Be prepared to present proper identification if past dark."
"Well, I got no problem in that department. Let's go in."
Patrick looked down at Poliwhirl before turning his head towards the door, signaling the drowsy Pokémon to follow him inside.
There wasn't a lot inside the building. A patterned tile, a soft rug, and a couple plants were the only features inside the building. Patrick looked down at the zigzagging pattern before paying attention to Cyndaquil. He smiled when he thought how he would be forced to chase Cyndaquil around if the child was awake. Adding a head turning pattern with the curious mind of a child wouldn't be a good combination.
The trainer looked around wondering about the identification presentation process that the sign outside mentioned. He noticed the red uniformed security guard sitting in a chair with his head slumped over. Small bits of drool dripped from his mouth while he snored. In front of him was a small, light blue colored desk. To the right of him was a computer and scanner, which answered Patrick's question of identification. He approached the desk before attempting to wake him up.
"Hey, dude, wake up. I have identification to present." He said, but his soft spoken voice wasn't enough to awaken the security guard.
"Dude are you like dead or something? Wake up!"
Patrick was trying not to speak loud, to make sure Cyndaquil wasn't disturbed. This caused his second attempt to fail. At this point, he was ready to walk through the doors that lead into Violet City, but he looked up to the ceiling beforehand. A camera attached to one of the ceiling - wall corners was aimed to watch the entire interior of the building. Since he didn't want the law on his behind, he thought up of an alternative.
He retrieved his PokéGear from his pocket. Once the screen lit up, he pressed the third yellow button. An entire list of artists he had stored into the device showed up in alphabetical order. He went to the mp3 list of the second artist stored into the PokéGear, Avenged Sevenfold. Six lists of assorted mp3's showed up, for each of the albums released by the band. The third option, 'City of Evil' was the album Patrick chose among the selections. He held the PokéGear near the security guard before playing the first track off the album, 'Beast and the Harlot'.
The right off the bat heavy and loud song began playing. This took the security guard by surprise. The astonishment caused him to fall out of his chair. Patrick didn't pause the song, even when the security guard rose from the hard floor. He tended to his back before turning towards Patrick. The expression on his face showed he was in pain. The emotion passed quickly when he directed his anger towards the disturbance. Patrick paused the PokéGear before the security guard spoke.
"What the hell is your problem, kid!? I was in the middle of a nap!"
Patrick was in disbelief at how lazy the security guard was. First napping on the job, and then complaining about not doing his job in the first place.
"My problem is I need to get this proper identification crap done so I don't have the law on my ass!" Patrick replied after pausing the song.
Poliwhirl ignored all the yelling with a yawn, but Cyndaquil didn't handle it all so well. He managed to sleep through the song, but it was the yelling that woke him up. He was startled like the security guard, but he nearly fell out of Patrick's arms instead of completely falling out. The security guard hesitated any questions he had to give the trainer's Cyndaquil a chance to calm down and fall back asleep. This didn't take long, as child Pokémon had been all tuckered out after the days events.
"Well, you could've just mentioned that." The security guard stated, "Fine then, let me see your trainer identification so you can be on your way.
Patrick rolled his eyes at the security guards first comment before retrieving his PokéDex from his pocket. Once he got the device back after a quick computer scan, the trainer mumbled something before exiting.
"What kind of world is it where rent a cops have to ask for identification?"
Patrick put emphasis onto the demeaning term for security guards when he spoke to make sure the guard heard him. The man clamped his fist while Patrick exited the double doors that lead into the city, albeit knowing his lack of authority meant he couldn't do anything.
Patrick blinked when he opened the door, so his eyes were closed when he entered the city. When he opened them, the city he saw was far different from any other place he had visited. None of the log cabin houses used modernized equipment. No electricity, so the only dependant light sources inside any of the houses he passed by were the roaring fires. Still, they were bright enough for the light to reach outside.
"Are these like the stone ages or something?" Patrick asked himself before another unusual eye catcher caught his attention.
Wooden statues stood in front of each house. The sculptures were carved into the appearance of a Pokémon Patrick knew all too well, Bellsprout, a pre-evolution of Victreebel. Every single detail was correct, from the skinny roots it stood on, to its bell shaped head. The way the leaves at the Pokémon's sides hung differed from statue to statue, but nothing's perfect.
Patrick's spine shook when he crept along and looked side to side. To him, it felt like all the lifeless statues were staring at him, certainly an uncomfortable feeling in the dead of night. Poliwhirl wasn't phased by the feelings of paranoia his trainer was experiencing. He simply tilted his head to the side at his trainer's actions.
"I think we should get to the Pokémon Center as fast as we possibly can, this is getting a little creepy..." Patrick's voice shook a little when he spoke.
It was easy to differentiate the Pokémon Center from any other building in Violet City. Ran by electricity, built by brick. The lights were much brighter than the ablaze fire places. Patrick instantly felt warmer upon entering the building, compared to the slightly chilly winds of night. He approached the front desk while Cyndaquil attempted to roll over, though the trainer obviously wouldn't let the sleeping Pokémon do so.
"Excuse me, may I leave some Pokémon here? My team's all tuckered out."
The person he spoke to behind the desk was none other than Nurse Joy. The pink haired woman politefully nodded when she replied, "Of course." she said before continuing, "You look a little tuckered out yourself. Would you like a room for the night?"
"Yes please! But, I think I'll be able to take Cyndaquil with me. He had a battle today, but it wasn't anything too serious. He's out of it right now." he glanced at Cyndaquil before turning his head to Nurse Joy.
"That would be alright, but it's highly recommended that you leave your Pokémon here if it has done any battling throughout the day." She softly spoke as she glanced at Cyndaquil.
"Plus, I haven't seen you here. If you have Pokémon with you, you must be a trainer here to battle the Violet City Gym. Having all your Pokémon in tip-top shape before a battle is really important if you want to succeed." She continued.
"Really?" Patrick looked down at both Poliwhirl and Cyndaquil before carrying on the conversation, "I guess I don't have any other option. Thanks for looking out for us trainers!" he grinned.
Cyndaquil stayed asleep while his trainer returned him into his spherical second home. Poliwhirl had almost a begging look in his eyes when he laid them upon the Poké Ball. Patrick retrieved the rest of his team before handing off the four Poké Ball's to Nurse Joy. After returning from leaving the trainer's Pokémon in the healing rooms, he asked her a question.
"Excuse me, could I have a key to one of the rooms for the night?"
The pink haired woman looked slightly disappointed, looking like she was about to give bad news.
"Sorry, but we're full for the night; Maybe you can come back tomorrow, or rent a room in a local hotel?"
Patrick was in disbelief that he was beaten to the punch on getting a room. He was as down as an abandoned Cubone. He didn't even say a word when he walked away, wondering what his options were. A local hotel obviously wasn't an option, as the trainer already blew every cent he had earlier within his journey. He certainly could wander the night and city away, but he was already like a Snorlax, despite the fact that he had awaken up hours just before he arrived in Violet City. He needed his rest to for the gym battle, too.
He didn't go back to the Pokémon Center, seeing this failed opportunity at obtaining a room as a chance to explore the city he wouldn't stay in for long. The traditional styled houses at the edges of the town soon transformed into modern day styled buildings, showing that all of the city wasn't obsessed with the old ages and Bellsprout shrines. Still, the modern section was dull.
Patrick yawned at the repeating patterns of buildings, ignoring all the ones that looked unimportant. One building managed to catch his eye, however. A large, circular building with designs that were far different from the rest of the cities buildings. Support beams were visible outside the building, all of them red. The walls in between the beams were snow white. A small door in front lead into the giant building. A sign above it read VIOLET CITY POKéMON GYM. He approached the building, despite the fact that he didn't have any Pokémon on him.
"Maybe if I get to know the gym first, the battle won't seem so hard." He said to himself.
When the trainer was about five feet from the door, an angry, familiar face stampeded out of the building, Kamon. The crimson haired boy slammed right into Patrick. Both trainers fell flat on the ground upon impact. Patrick got up first and rubbed his back before noticing who he had bumped into.
"Kamon! Sorry there dude!" Patrick smiled as he scratched his head in embarrassment.
Kamon looked up in disdain when he saw who ran into him. He ignored Patrick as he clenched his fist and walked away.
'This fool again? I swear, if he follows me...' He thought.
Patrick clenched his fist when he figured out that he'd been ignored. He left his anger at the spot he fell when he chased after Kamon.
"S'up dude! What happened in there? You look like you're really pissed."
Patrick's run turned into a walk when he caught up to his rival, much to Kamon's dismay. He took a breath and stopped walking before replying to his annoyance.
"I challenged the Gym Leader and got whooped, happy?" He snapped.
Patrick felt the blood rush through his veins when Kamon lashed out at him like that.
"Dude, it sucks that you lost your gym battle. Sure, you win and lose some, but you don't have to take it out on me." Patrick sharply spoke.
Kamon's knuckles cracked when Patrick replied to him. It was clear to everyone but Patrick that his rival wanted to raise his fist and fight when he began gritting his teeth, but he calmed down with a deep breath or two.
'Damn it, I can't be losing my cool like that around this idiot...'
"Sorry, that was just my first gym challenge, and I thought I was perfectly trained for it." The angry look was replaced by a faked sad look when he spoke.
Patrick forgot all of his anger when he realized what had fueled Kamon's. He placed his hand on the boy's shoulder.
"Well, the first loss is a hard one, but there's no shame in losing. Just gotta learn from it and win next time!" Patrick cheerily smiled.
'Maybe he's right. Guess he's not a complete idiot.'
Kamon shook off Patrick's hand in disbelief after his last thought that commented his rival. He paid no mind to the black haired boy when he began to walk. Of course, Patrick trailed close behind him with a question.
"Hey, are you going to the Pokémon Center?"
"Yes, I have a room reserved." He answered hastily.
"Ah, sweet dude! Think I could bunk with your for the night? Nurse Joy said none of the rooms were vacant, so I don't got a place to sleep tonight." Enthusiasm was present in his voice when he asked.
Kamon quickly breathed in and stopped walking when he heard what Patrick was asking of him. He clenched his fist and glared at his rival for a moment before replying. The black haired boy was oblivious to the evil eye that was upon him, as a lock of Kamon's crimson hair covered up his gaze. The excited look on the clueless boy's face disappeared with the delayed answer from his adversary.
"You alright, bro?" He asked
"Um..." Kamon's voice was choppy before he proceeded with his answer.
"Yeah, sure, it's okay."
The two boys continued their stroll through the town. In minutes, they were back where Patrick had started before his wander. The warmth of the light and the cool breeze were what welcomed the boys into the building. Kamon retrieved a pair of room keys from his pocket before handing one to Patrick. The door unlocking item put a smile on the boy's face when he held the cold object in his hand. He trailed off into the hallway where the rooms were located while Kamon proceeded to the front desk.
The room had a single bed on one side, and a bunk bed on the other. Patrick immediately called dibs on the bunk bed, despite the fact that his rival wasn't even there. Still, he left nothing to chance. He spread out his belongings on the lower bed before climbing the ladder to the second bed. He pulled the cottony blanket over his body before resting his head on the feathery pillow. He looked like he was ready for a good night's sleep, but he couldn't seem to enter the state of peaceful slumber.
He started at the ceiling with a serious look in his abyssal black eyes.
'Man, it was pretty cool of Kamon to let me in his room for the night, but I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep. Tomorrow is my first Gym match in the Johto Region. I've competed in them before, but I definitely know I can't be taking this lightly... Which Pokémon should I use? Should I bring back someone from my previous team, or trust that the Pokémon I have now can defeat whoever the gym leader is? So many options...'
Images of his current party of Pokémon raced through his mind like a Rapidash going for first place. Poliwhirl's impressive array of water attacks drenching his enemies, unlocking the true potential with Cyndaquil's fire, or unleashing the power of Hoothoot and Ledyba in full force. Each member on his team was a perfect candidate for battle.
'I probably shouldn't be thinking like that... Cyndaquil, Hoothoot, and Ledyba may not be as experienced as my older Pokémon, but I know they'll do me good. Just got to think up of a good strategy...' He smiled.
Kamon did not look pleased that the door to his room had been left wide open. Nor did he have a happy look on his face when he saw 'Patrick's junk', as he would describe it, on the bed he was gong to claim. He grinded his teeth and cracked his knuckles. His presence was unknown to the pondering Patrick, who was still staring at the ceiling. Though he had been through plenty of gym battles beforehand, a fact unknown to Kamon, a Johto gym battle was going to be a whole new ball game, a new frontier to conquer. Seek the battles, destroy the competition.
The crimson haired trainer closed his door before approaching his bed. Prior sinking into the sheets and laying his head on the pillow that would allow him to dream the night away, a flicker of electricity outside the bedroom window demanded his attention. One after another, small bolts and sparks volts kept appearing. This was something he clearly couldn't let go of. His curiosity had swooped in carried him away by the talons.
Patrick was still in his own world of thought, last time Kamon looked.
"That idiot will be gone for awhile..." He finally had the chance to say what he was thinking after the time he had started to spend with his rival, though it was still a whisper under his short breath.
Kamon unlatched the window locks and lifted casement up. He did so quietly so Patrick's attention wouldn't detour from his current train of thought. The trainer was more silent than a mouse on Christmas when sneaking out of the building. Before walking towards the energy that captured his thought, he looked back into the now dimly lit Pokémon Center room.
The atmosphere he entered was different from what Kamon was used to. The static in the hair caused his hair to float and to send a feeling through his entire body, from head to toe. His energy was lifted, and it felt entirely good to him. He couldn't help but to crack a smile with the wonderful feeling he was experiencing, but he quickly snapped back into reality before achieving a full smile.
"What on Earth is creating this?"
He turned his head when a crackle of electricity appeared in the direction he was now looking. It made no attempt to hide itself, it was almost as if whatever was creating what he was currently experiencing wanted him to know its presence. He walked in the direction that caught his mind's eye.
When he got closer, a creature came into view. There wasn't enough light for him to see what it was, even with the electricity. All he could make out was its tail, which was light blue. It's shape was similar to that of a lightning bolt, a zig zag. A star shaped formation ended its tail. The beginning of the appendage was connected to a white ball of fluff. Above it, Kamon could make out the end of a violet, curled cape.
"Whoa.."
Kamon stood in amazement when he lightly spoke, but this bit of noise was audible enough for the creature to hear. Even though the crimson haired boy couldn't see it, the creature quickly turned its head. Before he could even blink, the electrical creature zoomed out of his vision. His hair fell once the creature was gone, and the feeling that surged through his body was no longer existent.
Kamon walked back to the room while staring to the ground. Many questions rushed through his head, so he in the same pondering state Patrick was in. He quickly realized that his rival was still in the room before climbing into the room. He knelt down at the corner so he could get a good view of the bunk bed. He focused and tuned out all thought in his head, even the ones involving the creature he just encountered. He didn't want to explain what had happened to him to his rival.
He knew he was safe once he heard snoring. He wasted no time in climbing over the window sill, closing and locking the window itself, and climbing into bed. He turned over on his side and stared at the wall.
'What was that I just saw? That was unlike anything I've ever experienced.'
He continued his thoughts before closing his eyes and falling asleep.
'Darn it, I can't stop thinking... Well, I'll need to stop. I'll need my rest for the gym battle. I'll never forget what happened, though. I hope I can find out what that things was.'
Kamon shut out all thoughts so he could fall asleep. The peaceful and quiet night slowly rolled by. Each minute of rest the trainer's had was more important than the last. Regular Pokémon battles out in the fields were easy to adapt to, but a gym battle was the true test of a trainer that forces one to think on his feet.
The battles in the upcoming day would be the first of the eight trials of the Pokémon trainer.
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Authors comments:
I know it's been a little while, but here you have it, and I hope you enjoy it! I seriously had to work at it, with school in the way and everything.
Once again, ENJOY! :D
RIP Jimmy "The Rev" Sullivan
Feb 10th, 1981 - Dec 28th, 2009
"Jimmy you are forever in our hearts"
And **** you 2009 for taking him from us.
Feb 10th, 1981 - Dec 28th, 2009
"Jimmy you are forever in our hearts"
And **** you 2009 for taking him from us.