Chapter 2- The PokéDex Holders!
Nuvema Town - Autumn
"Teh pi... Err.. Tepig, spotlight! " Bianca said, throwing a Poké Ball. In mid-air, it literally exploded, and Tepig appeared and took a short landing to the ground. It stood there, smiling joyfully. Clearly, it had merry-go-lucky nature, just like his trainer. Something told me that this Tepig will damn the day it was chosen.
"To the battlefield, go Oshawott!" My PokéBall exploded in mid-air, just like Bianca's, however, Oshawott's Poké Ball caused extra flashes. Out of my Poké Ball came out Oshawott, standing like a true Samurai, ready for battle, somewhat smug like Cheren's Snivy. "Osha-WOTT!" He chanted a loud battle cry.
"Amateurs," Cheren grinned.
"Shut up Cheren," Bianca said.
"Oshawott! Err... Lemme check this manual.. Oh, yeah," I said, "Use Tackle!" Running quickly, it smashed into a wall, due to Tepig's fast evasive move. I hit my forehead with my palm.
"Tepig! Put his disability to good use! Tackle him!" Bianca shouted, with real excitement seasoning her voice. Oshawott was slammed from both Tepig and the wall. Oshawott held his Shell and shouted "Osha-" and then jumped into the air "-WOTT!" Tepig was hit by the Shell, which would've sliced him if not for Pokémon's supernatural abilities. I knew what happened: Oshawott used Shell Blade. Shouldn't he have known it at a higher level, though?
"Oshawott! Tackle!" In less than a second, Oshawott was dashing into Tepig. Tepig was thrown in the air from the impact. It slammed into the ceiling, touching the chandelier in the process, making it fall and shatter. The wall literally "reflected" it onto my TV, which was slammed from the side, falling on my carefully placed Wii next to it, and the controller sustained major damage. Tepig was slammed again into my bed, which due to the springy, bouncy nature pushed Tepig out of the ceiling window. Of course, this was one bad case of a critical hit.
What in the world was wrong with my Oshawott?!
"Tepig!" Bianca shouted, astounded by what just happened. Oshawott stood in his place, victorious.
"What's going on upstairs, you three?" A female voice, which I immediately recognized as my mother, said. I was panicked, seeing the room like this will mean one thing: Grounded for a month. "OH. MY. GOD." My mom said, after she entered the room with a cradled Tepig. She had an excuse, of course. Any mother seeing her son's room like that would freak out. "Hyuré Percùon, I want a clear account of what happened here," She said, with a clear angry tone in her voice.
"My Oshawott tackled Bianca's Tepig in a really bad case of Critical Hit," I said, "knocking Tepig all over the room and into the window on the ceiling. Of course, this caused damage that was not minor at all."
"Well, I cannot excuse you two for that damage. You shouldn't have had battles indoors," my mom said with a clearly angry tone, "And you were too selfish that you didn't take in account that Tepig might fall from the window!"
"Look, ma'am, I know I'm careless, but this is my Pokémon- I hold some responsibilty," Bianca said, in an extremely serious tone. That was new for her. "I'm already shocked enough. Now Tepig is injured and it hates me."
"Well, John got your Tepig falling. It's fine," Mom said, "But it's best to heal it."
"Okay, may I have my Tepig?" Bianca asked.
"Sure thing, Bianca." Mom gave the Pokémon to Bianca. "Oh, and I got mail for the three of you." She gave a carefully sealed package to me and other two packages to Cheren and Bianca.
"Thanks, ma'am," Cheren said, cutting the long silence that made us forget he was here.
The top side of the package read "The Pokémon League: Trainer Sign Up Department." "Oshawott, Shell Blade this package open," I ordered. Oshawott sliced an opening. Inside, there was a Trainer's Bag, a Trainer Card and a five complementary Potions and shrunk Poké Balls. The potions read "Potentially Explosive if shaken. Spray only, do not open and pour. One-time use, do not refill."
"Mom, what about that room?" I asked, imagining how possibly it could be repaired.
"It's insured. I'll just call the company. Your dad registered there," She said, the last sentence with a tone of sour grapes. I never saw my dad. He would occasionally visit to make sure everything is alright, keep insurance and other stuff when I'm at Bianca's or Cheren's or even biking to Accumula Town to hang out with my friends. He and my mother got separated when I was born and my older brother was only two. They both were gone to live in the Kanto Region, according to my mother. I always wanted to see them, since I've never seen them, let alone recognize them. My brother was too young to recognize me, so even if we met by accident we would be two strangers. I've never known my Middle Name or Last Name completely. It was Hyuré G. Percùon H. What were the G and H? I never knew. Anyways, that was beyond the point.
"Oh, I see," I said with a tone not very different from my mother's.
"Err, you kids should really go see Juniper now. She wants to see you guys, don't mutter about your gender Bianca, badly," my mother said. Bianca rolled her eyes, and went downstairs. "Meetcha at Juniper's lab, guys," she said, carrying her specially ordered hand bag from the league, while placing the Potions and Poké Balls inside. Surprising how Pokémon made her personality change in no time. She pulled out her phone and written something while going downstairs. I figured out that the Tepig accident shocked her, I guess the Merry-Go-Lucky Bianca is gone for a while.
"Later, Bianca. I guess I gotta go too. Nice to see you, ma'am," Cheren said, as pointlessly formal as ever. Good thing my mom was a good person, doing her job, or else Cheren would've been rude as usual. Cheren took his bag and left downstairs. My mom followed him shortly. I slowly packed my Potions, Poké Balls, Nintendo DS and Clothes. I'd be going on an adventure shortly, so I needed a proper pack-up. I slowly went downstairs after putting Oshawott back into his Poké Ball.
My mom was waiting for me, with a Video Calling machine, called the Xtransceiver. "Here's your Xtransciever. It arrived by mail," She said, handing me the Xtransceiver with a charger and a spare battery. It was already adjusted to a mobile network, "I googled up a translated manual for you, since the device is Japanese. I printed three, give two to your friends," she said, giving me some home-printed manuals. Where did Juniper and my mother get the English ones, I had no idea. "Thanks, mom." I said.
I dashed through the door. The scenery was beautiful, the few houses we've had in this small town were all surrounded with golden leaves, courtesy of Autumn's natural effect, and a few Pidove -Pigeon Pokémon with Black Stripes- were standing on the ground, flying instinctively when I came near. The ground had the same autumn golden colour, except from the marble pathways. The sun was aurous, shining bright as usual. The wind was blowing gently, as I walked slowly to Juniper's lab, which was not so far from my house. Cheren was standing near the door, playing on his Nintendo DS, as usual. "Hey, Hyuré."
"Sup, Cheren."
"What's taking Bianca so long?"
"I have no idea."
"Can you go check on her?"
"Sure."
I took my bag, unfolded my bicycle, and mounted it, then I slowly cycled south to Bianca's house. I recognized it as soon as I saw the painting of a White Dragon throwing a massive fireball, a family heir of Bianca's, hanged above the door. All the houses in Nuvema Town -where I live- look identical, so it's hard to recognize. The painting is titled "Inspiration by an enormous thunderbolt," and it was purchased by Bianca's grandfather's grandfather a century ago. Her grandfather is the current gym leader and mayor of Opelucid City -a city to the north of Unova-, I think. "Come in!" Bianca's mother said.
"No, no AND NO!" Her father shouted. It seemed like a huge fight brew between Bianca and her father. Her father was attacked by a Pokémon at a time of his life, and since then he was afraid of them, and does not wish Bianca to go on her adventure. I, Cheren and Bianca have vowed to start our adventure together, giving use a four year delay since we were ten. Bianca decided this year that we three take our Pokémon regardless of her father's opinion.
"Cheren can, Hyuré can, THEN I CAN!" Bianca shouted in a slightly lower volume.
"That's no excuse to break my rules, young lady," he said in a solemn voice.
"Your rules are valid to me only if they were fair!" Bianca said.
"I am a father, I don't
have to be fair," he said.
"Well, I don't have to obey either!" Oh yes, Bianca was sort of a rebel.
"It's for your own good Bianca! POKéMON ARE DANGEROUS!"
"Yes, you got pecked once by a Pidove and you make a drama. GET OVER IT DAD!" Bianca said. The drama queen- she didn't start the drama. I laughed for the irony.
"You're putting yourself in grave danger and you're very young for an adventure!" Her dad said, embarrassed.
"I'm
14." She said. "I can take care of myself. You made of me a delay for Hyuré's and Cheren's adventures for FOUR whole years."
"Bia-"
"Dad, It's OVER. I'm leaving."
She turned to look at me while fixing her cap's position, clearly out of place from that row. "Sorry you had to see that."
"No problem. It's not your fault that happened," I replied. She went out of the house. I shortly followed.
We both took our bikes and cycled to Juniper's lab. We dismounted and folded them both in our bags. "You're late," Cheren said, disapproving of Bianca.
"Not her fault," I said.
"My dad was going all dramatic," Bianca said, taking a deep breath, "Let's go inside."
"Hey kids!" Professor Juniper greeted us.
"Hey." We all said at one time.
"So, let me introduce. My name is Pr-"
"Juniper? We already know your name," Cheren said. A jerk like always. Bianca pushed him with her elbow. He muttered an "Ouch". "Don't ruin these moments," Bianca whispered.
"As I was saying, I am Professor Ivy Juniper-" Ivy was her first name? "- and I study Pokémon. I've sent you gift Pokémon to Hyuré's house earlier, since I knew you'd make good partners out of them. I have many diplomas about Pokémon. It seems like two of you have already had their first battle. That's excellent. But Bianca, I saw that accident with Tepig and I have to say-"
"Professor Juniper," Bianca said, "Hyuré's Oshawott caused critical damage. I've done nothing to my Tepig."
"But a trainer should care about his Pokémon," Juniper said.
"It was out of my hands, ma'am," Bianca said, "Oshawott
was extraordinarily powerful."
"I'd like to see him in action, then," Juniper said, with a tone of interest, "back to our point. Anyway, I have always dreamed of making a full-fledged encyclopedia about Pokémon." Juniper now held up a book. It was titled: "The Pokémon Encyclopedia - Oak, Elm, Birch, Rowan & Juniper." Then she continued, "However, I haven't had mine complete. You see, I haven't had trainers like Red, Dawn, Donn or any of these... That's why I have a favour out of you."
"The PokéD-"
"SHUT UP CHEREN!" Me and Bianca yelled, at one time.
"As Cheren was about to say, yes, it's the PokéDex. It contains basic data on most of the Pokémon, but the data can be recorded more accurately on capture. I want you to use it and collect data on all Unova Pokémon. The PokéDex also has many features. One is the battle screen, which shows your HP accurately, your opponent's hp as a loading bar, your level, your opponent's level, your moves and much more. It also has an evolution control system, so you can stop the evolution whenever you want. It has a party managing option, an adventure record journal, a streaming access to the Xtransceiver, and much more!" Juniper said, "I imported this from Kanto and then reprogrammed the whole thing to fit Unova. Oh, I almost forgot. It plays fitting music to every battle. Bianca, Cheren, Hyuré, you three have your own music, identified by your Pokédex. Gym Leaders, Elite Four and the Champion have their own music. It also has a few other compositions for some special trainers or facilities like the Battle Subway."
"Like video games, for instance?" Cheren asked.
"A little," Juniper confirmed, "Be proud, you three. You are the official PokéDex holders of the Unova region."
End of Chapter.
