Well, here's the story that started off my writing career. The infamous HLBMA . . . I think it rather sucks in the beginning but gets somewhat better in the middle-ish. So don't judge this fic by the beginning chapters lol.
So here's some info you might need to know . . .
"< . . . . >" things in that would be what I like to call Pokmon Tongue Translated or PTT for short (can you tell I love 'em acronyms? =P). A few fic writers use this as well but meh. See, back in the eariler days, I was into developing the characters, more of the Pokmon the the actual trainers lol. So yeah, that's the story of PTT.
So enjoy, and yes I know, this chapter sucks monkies.
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Chapter 1:
A girl sighed as she sat down on a wooden crate in a moving truck; she placed her head between her knees as if it were to help her get rid of the queasiness in her stomach. But to no avail as the truck turned sharply, causing her and a few boxers to careen into the metal wall. The girl ducked just in time as a cardboard box flew over her head.
This unfortunate girl was known as May Maple. She was a eleven-year old girl with a spunky attitude though sometimes her temper got the better of her. Her short chestnut-brown hair cut down to her shoulders was partially covered in a bandana, decorated with red and white Pokballs. Her collared red shirt matched her bandana quite well and her black biker shorts were more than above mid-thigh. Her hands (which were currently stuck underneath her thighs when she collided into the wall) were covered in white gloves.
May's sapphire-colored eyes usually sparkled with pure bliss but right now they were dull and lifeless from the uncomfortable ride and the darkness in the truck. A yellow fanny pack hung loosely at her hips carrying the necessary supplies that she need: Combs, brushes, hair ribbons etc. What was she suppose to carry in their anyways? Potions and Pokballs? Its not like she was a trainer or anything . . . yet that is.
"OUCH!" May cried out, barely dodging a falling crate.
A Machoke opened the moving trunk's backdoor with one muscle-packed arm, the other arm beginning to unload boxes.
"You are such a good driver," said May sarcastically, rolling her dark-blue eyes. "No really! You are . . ."
The power-packed Machoke sweat-dropped, catching on to her sarcasticness. "Machoke! Ma ma choke? Machoke cho choke machoke . . ." he replied as if saying, "Shut up! I got you here didn't I? Like you could drive any better . . ."
May climbed out of the truck as her ever-so-perky mom exited the new house.
"May!" May's mom, known as Mrs. Maple, greeted her, a sunny smile not leaving her face for a second. "Welcome home!" She raised her arms and waved them as if she were celebrating.
"Yeah, yeah whatever," May grumbled, thinking about Johto and all the friends she left behind. "Who would name a continent Hoenn? That's a stupid name . . ." she muttered under her breath.
Mrs. Maple either didn't hear her or chose to ignore her. "Let's go inside!" she remarked cheerfully as she led May into the house where a couple Machokes were placing things downstairs.
"I hope they unpack better than they can drive . . ." May murmured.
"You even get your own room!" Mrs. Maple said cheerfully, oblivious to her daughter's grumbling. "Dad even gave you a clock! Isn't that nice of him?" Her eyes sparkled. "That dad of yours . . ."
"I guess so . . ." May replied as she climbed up the stairs and found her room. Inside, there was a television set covered in dust, a shaggy red rug, her computer that awaited for her to be turned, and other things. "Though I don't know what's so special about a **** clock in the first place, I could always get a watch," she finished her sentence when her mother was out of ear shot.
She adjusted the clock on the wall to the right time when she heard her mom yell, "Check if all your things are here! We don't need anything missing right now do we?"
May sighed, taking a quick sweep of her room with her eyes. Being the easily bored girl that she is, she turned on her computer and found a Pokemon Potion in her computer. Hastily shoving it into her bag - not knowing why seeing as she did NOT have any Pokmon in the first place - she ran down the stairs and saw the end of Pokmon News reporting on her dad's gym.
"Dad was on the television?" she asked as the next show came on.
"Yeah, but we missed it," Mrs. Maple answered sadly but she smiled all the same as if her face were always pulled by hooks like a fish. " Oh, May! Our neighbors are friends of Dad. Uh, Birch was their last name I believe. Why don't you go and visit them?" she suggested.
"Um . . . okay Mom, sure," May replied, muttering quietly to herself. "Like I have much choice."
The blue-eyed girl walked outside and observed her surroundings. It was a relatively small town, consisting of a few houses and a Pokmon Lab.
"It's not a Goldenrod City, but it'll do," May thought out loud.
The soon-to-be-girl trainer walked over to the house next door that stated 'Professor Birch's House' on a sign. She hesitantly knocked on the door, but no one answered.
'Aw, who gives a shiz anyways? It not like anyone in Johto knocked . . .' May thought while she entered the house.
"Oh, you must be the new neighbors!" a lady ran downstairs and greeted May. "May right?"
"Er- yeah," May answered slowly; she forced a smile on her face in return to be polite.
"Okay, hi!" the lady exclaimed, shaking May's hand. "I'm Professor Birch's wife, Mrs. Birch. You can meet my son, he's upstairs. He wanted to make a new friend anyways." Mrs. Birch scooted May up the stairs. "I think he's packing up. He's going on a journey soon you know."
"Good to know," May said hurriedly, climbing the long passage to the second story thinking,
'How sad! This guy doesn't have friends!' She entered some boy's room and found a eleven-year old boy checking his backpack. May walked closer to this boy.
"Bag full, Pokemon healed . . . Hi! Who are you?" the mysterious boy asked, holding out his hand.
"Oh, hi, I'm May, your new next door neighbor," May shook his hand in return. She inspected this strange boy while exchanging greetings.
He was about an inch or two taller than she was, making him at least five foot six. His eyes were a dark crimson-red which you could melt in - if you liked him of course - and his somewhat tamed snow-white hair was covered in a black and red bandana - Hoenn Colors - decorated with the Hoenn League symbol, a circle with a semi-circles around it. Also exclaiming his Hoenn Pride was his outfit: a black tee-shirt with red stripes at the sleeves. His sleeves ran all the way down to his wrists part of his sleeves looked pushed up anyhow as if it were too long. His pants were also black but the ends were red and yellow. May could see that he had an one-strap yellow backpack which he was busy shoving in Potions and empty Pokeballs before she came. One Pokball was clipped on his belt.
"So you're the gym leader's kid huh? I thought you would be a boy, since boys
usually make better trainers . . ." the boy replied thoughtfully, raising one closed fist to his chin.
"Are you saying girls can't train Pokmon?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
"And I wondered why you didn't have friends!" May frowned, crossing her arms. "When I do get a Pokmon, I'm gonna beat you soooo bad that-"
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, just messing with ya!" he put his arms up in surrender sort of way. "Hey, as an apology, I can catch you a Pokmon if you wan- oh wait, sorry, I have to help my dad with his research. See you later!" He headed out of the room before adding, "And I doubt you could beat me."
"He's a weird, weird boy," May thought out loud, feeling a light blush rising up to her cheeks. "But what the hell is his name? He never did tell me . . ." The young girl went downstairs, said goodbye to Mrs. Birch and went to check out the lab to find the Professor. She spotted it easily; it was in front of Brendan's house. The girl walked over and entered the lab but only found the professor's assistant.
"The Professor went to do some field work," the Professor's Assistant said while he readjusted his glasses.
"Huh?" May asked curiously.
"Ah, fieldwork is when you go outside to observe Pokmon in their natural habitat. The Professor isn't the type to sit down and do paperwork," the assistant chuckled.
"Ok, thanks," May waved good-bye to the assistant and jogged out the door. "Fieldwork?" she mumbled to herself.
"Help! The Professor's in trouble!" a little boy with blue hair and a thick pair of glasses cried loudly.
"What?" May cried and ran down towards Route 101. She saw a middle-aged man in a lab coat, being chased by a hyena Pokmon with crimson-red eyes and a dark black and gray fur coat.
"HELP!" the man yelled, running in circles to avoid the Bite Pokmon.
"But how?" May asked worriedly as she watched the scene.
"See that bag over there?" the man pointed towards a yellow backpack. "It contains three Pokballs! USE ONE OF THEM!" he shouted as he backed into a tree slowly, the dog Pokemon advancing on him.
"Oh, alright then." May shrugged and ran over to the bag. Pulling out a Pokball, she yelled, "Go . . . whoever you are!"
In a dazzle of white sparkles, out popped a small, delicate little chick Pokmon. She ruffled her red-orangish yellow feathers and her right claw dug into the ground. The yellow feathers that stuck out on the top of her head swayed gently in the wind.
"Torchic!" the Chick Pokmon cried.
"Go Torchic! Use your Scratch attack!" May commanded.
Torchic ran and used one of her claws on the Bite Pokmon, also known as a Poochyena, who immediately began to fight May, much to the Professor's relief. The Poochyena didn't notice the oncoming Chick Pokmon as he howled in pain as Torchic's talons dug into his skin. In return, he growled a fierce little growl. Torchic stepped back a bit, her feathers ruffling in a nervous manner.
"You can do it Torchic! Finish it with another Scratch attack!" May told the Pokemon.
"Chic!" Torchic chirped cheekily and clawed into Poochyena's flesh.
The poor Poochyena ran away quickly thanks to his ability to run away fast.
The Professor sighed in relief/ "Thank you uh . . ."
"May," May finished for him as she returned the Torchic.
"May. . .?" the professor said thoughtfully. "Oh yes, you're the new neighbors! Hi I'm Professor Birch. Nice to meet you!"
"Likewise." May smiled cheerfully as she returned the Torchic to her Pokball.
"Would you come with me back to the lab?" the professor inquired as he picked up his backpack.
"Uh sure . . . why not?"
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Back in the lab, both professor and girl had a discussion . . .
"May, I think you have what it takes to be a great Pokmon trainer," Professor Birch stated. He couldn't contain his grin. "I saw you battle that Poochyena with ease. Amazing . . . just like your dad."
"I just kept using Scratch attack, no biggie," May pointed out, sweat-dropping.
"Still . . ." the professor added. "It seems like Torchic liked you from the start and I feel that it will like you even more if you had it as a starter Pokmon."
"Does that mean I can have her?"
"Yeah, of course!"
"Suicune, that's totally awesome! Thanks!" May cried excitedly, releasing her Torchic.
The Professor smiled. "Yes, well, my son, Brendan-"
"Is your son that white-haired kid with the Hoenn color pride going on?"
"Why, yes, yes it is."
"Oh, I met him . . . never told me his name that Brendan boy . . ."
"Yes, he can be rather . . . ignorant sometimes. But he will teach you the ropes of Pokemon training if you ask him. He's on Route 103, looking for Pokemon right now, getting their data. That's why he traveling in the first place besides the fact that he wants to be Pokemon Master."
"Isn't that almost every boy's dream?" May rolled her eyes. "Alright Professor I'll go ask him for some pointer, see you later!"
The new found girl trainer exited the lab with Torchic happily hopping beside her. "Route 103, that's only a few minutes from here," she said to herself. She began to walk past Oldale Town and stared walking up towards 103; she found Brendan staring at a tree. She could clearly see him scribbling on a notebook, his reddish-brown eyes wide. "I knew he was weird," she murmured.
"I heard that!" Brendan turned around to face her, an angry look plastered on his face. May froze in her spot, sweat-dropping. "So, what do you want?" he asked cheekily. May knew that this boy has a cocky side.
"Your dad told me to ask you to teach me the ropes of Pokemon training," May answered as her Torchic jumped up and down in one spot.
"Haha, funny." Brendan laughed arrogantly. "Let's see if you were telling the truth!" He released a Pokmon from its Pokball. "Go Mudkip!"
In a blaze of white light, a small mudfish Pokmon popped out and growled excitedly as he slapped his blue tail against his tiny blue body. His face has two orange spots where his face cheeks were and an orange plunger-looking thing - which is the only way to describe it - stuck out from the top of his head like Torchic's yellow feathers. His four paws dug at the ground as he lowered his head, ready to pulverize the Chick Pokmon.
May cocked her head, confused. "Whatcha doing?" she asked idiotically seeing as she never was in a Pokmon battle before.
Brendan slapped his head in frustration. "It's a Pokmon battle, stupid!" he answered, rolling his eyes.
May glared at the white-haired boy. "Stupid? I'm not stupid! But they say it is contagious. Go Torchic but stay as far away as you can from Brendan over there. You might catch his stupid!" Torchic jumped out at took a battle stance.
"Mudkip, start off with Mudslap attack!" Brendan ordered, flustered by May's taunt. The Mudkip dipped his tail into some dirt and flung it at the Torchic.
"Careful Torchic! Ground attack are super effective on Fire types," May warned the Pokmon. Being home-schooled by her father did pay off after all.
Torchic heeded her warning and easily evaded the attack.
"Good!" May cheered. "Try using your Growl attack!"
"Counter it with Tail Wag Mudkip!"
Torchic chirped cutely and Mudkip wagged his tail cutely. Both attacks countered against each other.
"Tackle it Torchic!" May commanded.
"Torchic!" Torchic cheered and tackled Mudkip full on with her head.
"Mud . . ." Mudkip moaned as he skid back a few feet.
"Are you alright Mudkip?" Brendan asked worriedly.
"KIP!" Mudkip stood up, an angry look on his face.
"Let's show 'em who's boss. Tackle it too!"
Mudkip charged at Torchic and rammed her with the orange thing on his head; a critical hit.
"Tor!" Torchic chirped as she rammed into the base of a tree. She slid down slowly and rested at the tree's outer roots.
"Hang in there Torchic! Finish him with a Scratch!" May commanded, getting more and more into the battle.
"Chic!" Torchic ran towards Mudkip and scratched it hard with her claws. Mudkip roared - despite the fact that it did sound adorable - in agony falling over and fainting, swirls in his eyes.
"Mudkip!" Brendan cried concerned and picked up his fallen Pokmon.
"Sorry Brendan," May apologized, picking up her Pokmon too. She mentally slapped herself; she didn't have to apologize for winning! If her dad had to . . . well . . . he might as well make a recording of the **** word.
"It's alright, I just need to go to a Pokmon Center . . ." Brendan replied, down-fallen by his defeat. He began to walk to Oldale Town. "You better get back to the lab . . . tell my dad that you won . . ."
"Wait up!" May shouted, but he still kept walking, "Do we think we hurt his ego?" May asked Torchic.
"<Maybe but that's boys for ya!>" May's Pokmon replied smartly, blinking her eyes twice to look innocent.
May laughed and began to walk back toward Littleroot, kinda peturbed that she understood her Pokemon. On the way there, they found Brendan by the entrance of Oldale Town, an eccentric Mudkip jumping at his heels.
"Finally Slowpoke!" Brendan yelled, smirking at his joke.
May shook her head but smiled sweetly. "I've known you for a hour, but it feels like that I've known you for years with all this name calling . . ."
Brendan ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm not the shy type if you can tell. . ."
"Yeah, your more of the smart aleck type huh?"
"Whatever girl . . ."
"The name is May!"
"Does it look like I care? I have to meet my dad."
"Ok, no need to get your whitey tidies in a twist . . ."
"I don't wear whitey tidies! I wear-"
"Big boy undies?"
"Haha funny. Hysterical really," Brendan remarked back sarcastically. "Hey, were here already. That was fast."
"Go figure," May replied, shrugging as she entered the lab. "Hey Professor! We're back!" she called out, her voice echoing in the lab.
"Hey dad!" Brendan shouted, his voice also rebounding throughout the room.
"Hey Brendan! Hey May! Did you two have a battle?" the Professor asked curiously as he threw the paperwork he was working on over his shoulder. He cussed as the papers were sucked in by the fan.
"Yeah," Brendan grumbled, crossing his arms and scowling. "Did you just cuss dad?" he asked.
"He's just mad 'cause he lost," May added happily, placing Torchic on her shoulder.
The Professor chuckled/ "Well you two seem to be good trainers so far. I'd think it would be good if you two traveled together throughout the Hoenn region. In fact, I asked both your moms and they said you two should travel together."
"NO! Your lying!" Brendan and May exclaimed in unison.
"The Pokmon world is vast and dangerous," the Professor added, rubbing his chin. "You never know when you two might need to bail each other out of situations. I wish I got to travel with someone early like you too . . . but . . ." he trailed off as he went down a trip on memory lane.
"But-" the two trainers argued, interrupting Professor Birch's thoughts.
"No ifs, ands, or buts," the Professor cut them off. "You two better pack up and start your journey!"
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Well wasn't that sucky? =P It does get better I hope lol.
LaTeR dAyZ!