Isaac Gravity
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Thread Closed at the request of author ~Niko
Hey there. Just to let you guys know I've heavily revised my fic. It might still be a bit wordy and have it's glitches here or there, but overall, the stories in the form that I could feel proud of. For all those who read the original versions of Chapters 3-20 (and sides stories 1 and 2) I'm so sorry for that and I my apologies run deeper for those who actually liked the originals...To be honest, I didn't and felt they could've been MUCH MUCH better.
I'm not trying to be perfect. I'm just trying to see this story through as best as I can.
Warning: This story is rated PG-13 for the reasons of: Violence, Language, Gore and Light (very light) Adult Humor In later chapters of course.
Disclaimer- I don't own Pokemon or anything else.
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[Dreams are dreams and an eternity's and eternity. Not there is anything of the sort.]
[So many memories, so little time…All my life I lived not knowing who I was, who my friends were and even if the people who I lived with were really my family…It never matter me I just kept living…Nothing really mattered…Just when I finally thought I'd get my life together THIS happens…]
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Completely ignoring the hustle and bustle of a mover and his two Machoke, a girl, who appears about the age of thirteen, stares at a rather quaint looking house painted purple. The young lady wore a sleeveless lavender T-shirt, along with fingerless black gloves that fully complements her long black sweatpants and black and yellow tennis shoes.
Her name? May Hiromi. The protagonist of our story…only she doesn't know that.
A light breeze brushed lightly against May's long bangs, which resided in her chestnut brown hair. Her cerulean blue eyes dulled with deep boredom.
"I'm tired…"
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(Story Arc 1: Snowy Hills and Ocean Blue Eyes)
Chapter 1: Welcome to LittleRoot
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"It really is something huh?" May's mother questioned her silent daughter cheerfully. "I never seen a house of this kind of color either so this should be fun. Right May?"
May never acknowledged her mother's words. She continued to stare in the houses direction in a near dream-like state.
Mrs. Hiromi frowned in understanding for her daughter's grumpy attitude. "You looked exhausted. It must be tiring riding in a van with nothing to do. Sorry sweetie."
"Well, taking that into consideration why did we move?" The 13-year-old finally answered.
"May, you should be happy! Were in LittleRoot! Breath in the fresh country air" Mrs. Hiromi takes a deep breath before she continues talking. "Aaah…reminds me of my hometown of Pallet back in Kanto."
May tries to do the same but ends up coughing constantly saying in-between choked breathes about swallowing a bug.
"City slicker…" Mrs. Hiromi mutters while giving May a slight smug look. "Anyway sweet pea," she continues. "What do you think of the new house? Do you like?"
"I'd rather be back in Violet City thanks…I had a few friends there…"
Mrs. Hiromi gives a little grin as she puffed out her chest proudly. "Well you can't always get what you want. Besides life is full of changes! And you have to take chances, make mistakes and get messy!"
"Why thank you Ms. Frizzle." May dryly counters. "What an enlightening statement."
Mrs. Hiromi playfully smacks May upside the head and drags her along inside the home. Inside they see the mover and his two Machoke lugging around furniture.
"The mover's Pokemon do all the work of moving us in and cleaning up after. This is so convenient!" May raises an eyebrow at the comment. "Really? Isn't that what the slave owners said about their slaves?"
Mrs. Hiromi's eyes triple in size before addressing her very bizarre daughter. "May…Why don't you check out the beautiful countryside scenery."
"Ok."
"Why aren't you going?"
"You made sound as though I actually had a choice."
"GO!"
May, not wanting to annoy her mother any longer leaves the house and scopes out the scenery.
LittleRoot Town was very small. There were no schools, nor places to shop or places to just hang out. Nothing but farmland, houses and an occasional stray Pokemon wandering about.
May's scenery check only took a good thirty minutes of her time. After that she sat down by a nice shady tree pulled out her GBA and played Golden Sun: The Lost Age until her batteries went dead on her. That's when her new problems began.
"Geez, dead already…Hmm and there's not a single store around here…Wait, I do remember someone saying they have to go to the next town when they have to buy merchants goods. And that means trudging through the grassy path. Well, time to go."
May gets up from her relaxing spot. Dusting herself off before anything else then makes her way to Route 101. May's quick little adventure plans were cut short as two 6-year-old twin girls and an 8-year-old boy who wore glasses all block May's path.
"What do you shrimps want?"
The boy put his hand out like a street guard to show May not to go any further. "We are the LittleRoot Protectors!" The 6-year-old twin on the left gives a hamster-like smile as she emphasizes the situation for May. "We fight for justice!" The other just as hyper twin on the right gives a Kool-aid smile as she finishes the introduction. "We're superheroes!"
May raised an eyebrow at the weird little children but tried to remain calm none-the-less. "Good for you." May tries to walk around them but they, especially the boy continued to block her path. It was at this point that the look of irritation was quite audible on the 13-year-old's face and she didn't look very safe to be around at the moment either.
"Max, maybe we should let the big girl pass." The first twin nervously asked her leader. The second twin wasn't as timid about the matter. Infact, she was quite blunt about it. "Maxie stop being such a bully."
"Ah! Shut it will ya Suzie! You too Sally! I'm doing this for her own good!" The boy named Max yelled at the duo that just looked at May nervously. Max on the other hand wasn't anywhere near intimidated by May's warning glares and that's why he boldly continued to lecture her. "You can't pass here! It's too dangerous to do so without a Pokemon!!"
"Why?"
"Don't you know anything? Wild Pokemon live in the grass and without a Pokemon to defend yourself you'll get wasted!"
"I don't need a Pokemon… I can fight for myself."
Max wasn't even listening to the 13-year-old girl. He was too busy examining her belt. "Hmm…Hey? Where's you're Pokeballs? And why do you hold your GBA around your waste rather than Pokeballs-…Oh…" The boy snickers. "I see…you couldn't pass the trainers test could ya?"
May just rolled her eyes at the very rude little brat and told Max the truth straight up. "Actually," May began while she closed her eyes. "I could become a trainer at anytime I want. I just don't want to…I don't see the point in petting and playing with them like they're some kind of pets when all I need to do is power them up in the game. Its…well-"
"What kind of attitude is that!?" Max yelled in pure shock at what that Pokemon blasphemer just said. He was so angry he thought his head was going to pop. "You must think you're hot-stuff or something! Well let me tell you!" The bold little 8-year-old growled while pointing an accusing finger at May. "Guys like you are two-bit chumps! Wannbes who don't ever have what it takes to be real trainers so you make dumb excuses!"
"Stupid punk. Believe what you want! I hate Pokemon and that's why I don't want to be within hands nor feet range of them! Why should I make them fight? Are they tools of war? A sick mock rooster fight for human enjoyment?! I want no part!!!"
Max just gives an arrogant little snort at the angsting girl as he adjusted his glasses through closed eyes. "Yet you have the stomach to play the game? You're the hypocrite! You got a lot of nerve parading around town with that attitude. I'm surprised you haven't been shot!"
May picks up the boy by his shirt collar and glares coldly at him.
"Wait! What's going on here!" A male voice called from behind.
The source of the voice made himself known to the group. A white-haired young boy about the age of thirteen who wore fingerless black and yellow gloves, a poke ball design headband, black sweat pants with a matching black and red sweater which compliments his sneakers which were of the same color.
The two twins named Suzie and Sally, frightened for Max, runs up to Brendan while pulling at his pants while pointing at the troubled duo.
"Oh thank goodness Brendan!" Suzie cries. Sally eyes triple in size as water begin to swell up in them. "Brendan! Brendan!! Maxie's about to get beat up!"
Brendan mentally sighs. Max has a big mouth and is prone to talk alot of trash. But a friend is a friend and despite not being very strong himself, Brendan Birch isn't one to run away when his friends are in trouble. "Don't do anything crazy." Brendan calls out to May in a gruff manner. "Just put him down."
May continues to ignore Brendan, still clutching Max by tightly by his collar. "Umm please?" The snow colored hair boy continues unsurely.
Before the blink of an eye May throws Max at Brendan, knocking him to the floor. As a result of her reflexes, May immediately jumps to her left and gets into a fighting pose similar to a Poliwrath's.
Brendan now gets a good look at the person that was about to beat the holy hell out of him. A whirlwind of emotion surged through Brendan the minute he laid on eyes on her.
"…she's really cute…" He mummers.
May also gets a good look at the boy. Seeing that the boy posed no threat she drops her guard but still keeps her fist clenched.
"Next time, tell your brother to watch his mouth!" She growls.
Brendan was still in awe at this new face's beauty but quickly snapped to his senses when he heard a low growl coming from the girl. "Uh…wha! N-No! He's not my brother just a good friend." Brendan answered very quickly and flustered.
Though May didn't understand why his face was so red she was used to the whole "Oh I'll be good" act. She's let her guard down then they'd sneak attack her. It was this experience that made her keep her defenses up.
The girl's attitude was peculiar to Brendan. She looks like the type that has to be really provoked in order to want to fight you. Though Brendan never met these types of people before, this was purely just a misunderstanding. Regardless of ones temperament.
"Anyone mind tellin' me what happened?"
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(10 minutes later)
The group sat down by the shady tree May sat by earlier. Max quickly explains his side of the story to Brendan. Constantly pinning the blame on the chestnut-haired girl at every turn. Suzie and Sally rebuked Max's words and spoke in May's defense saying that though what she said was thoughtless, Max pushed her to say it.
Brendan then turned to May for her shot of the situation. The fact that Brendan wanted to hear May's side of the story was a first for her. Back in Johto, no one ever wanted to hear May. She was the freak and rabble-rouser. As far as others were concerned it was always her fault!
Infact, the main reason why Mrs. Hiromi wanted to leave Violet City aside from the fact that her husband got a big job in this water surrounded region in the Pokemon field was that May got into too many fights back there. A lot of those fights were very violent. May would sometimes return home with cuts and bruises.
Mrs. Hiromi thought that she was going to lose her daughter just a few months ago when she got wind that a local Pokemon gang was planning on 'finishing the hater once and for all.' What scared the loving mother was that May hadn't returned from school all day. She later got a call from a friend of the family that May was in the hospital. And had suffered from some internal bleeding. The people who attacked May weren't the lucky ones.
No one but Mrs. Hiromi truly understood how one girl could practically get out unscathed against a gang of people. And that was a secret that Mrs. Hiromi couldn't afford for those ignorant fools to learn.
"Max," Brendan turned to Max knowingly. "You owe her an apology. You had no right to go into her business."
"Oh please!" Max argues. "She's the one that wants to play the Pokemon game but then wants to diss the real thing! She should apologize to all trainers like you!"
"I don't have to like Pokemon to play the game. I play it for the challenge! That's what being a gamer is about! What's so fun about forcing living creatures to brutalize each other?"
Max adjusts his glasses and gives a little humph. "Shows how much you know. Miss-no-trainer. Pokemon love to fight. It's in their blood. The will of the battle spirit calls to them."
"Battle…spirwit?" Suzie asked cutely. Sally confirms the info for her sibling. "Pokemon love to fight chief!"
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(To the actual time Pokemon weren't used for battling)
"Ah! Stop it! Why do you guys always pick on me?" A boy accompanied by his timid Clefairy screams.
"Because you're a girl!" One stocky looking boy chides.
"Hehehe, you like pink Pokemon!" The stocky boy's other stocky friend laughs. Kicking the boy as his Machop does the same to the weak boy's Clefairy
"Cleffy!!"
"Are you gonna cry to mommy? Are ya?" The first stocky boy mocks.
"No!" A girl named Terra growls at the two bullies. "He and Cleffy are gonna fight you bullies back! Right Rusty?"
"Bulb!" Rusty the Bulbasuar agrees.
"Oh please! That wimp? Hey Thomas do that far throw thing I saw you do once!
Thomas the Machop grabs Cleffy, leaps high into the air and performs a pile drive style Seismic toss.
"CLEFFY!!!" The boy wails in horror for his poor fairy Pokemon.
"Rusty use that rope move to catch Cleffy quick!!"
Rusty uses Vine Whip and saves Cleffy from a fatal crash. As the kind Bulbasaur sets down his friend he quickly punched by Thomas.
"You creep!" Terra yells disgusted at bully with the Machop. This only forced the boy to cross his arms while flashing a smug look. "One shouldn't push their hands where it doesn't belong."
"Fine let's let our Pokemon talk this out." The other Bully concludes, calling out his Charmander to the fray. "So what are you waiting Carlton? Go talk"
Carlton the Charmander does Skull Bash to Rusty who falls back in pain. Just as soon as the situation looked as though it turn into a two-on one A kid with a Squirtle jumps in to help Terra and Rusty. A brawl between the Pokemon and the children shortly aroused
More and more people just started to jump in to even the odds on each side. Some people just started to jump in because it looked fun. Or because they all of the sudden felt their monster friend could outdo those other wannbes. The only person who didn't fight was little Roy Oak and his Clefairy.
"Cleffy…this is all our fault…we have to do something…Cleffy?"
Cleffy waved her fingers back and forth. The next the thing everyone in the area knew they were engulfed in a flash of white.
(End Flashback)
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"That wasn't how battling began…" May scoffs. "What you're thinking of, is a very poor re-creation of the first ever Pokemon free-for-all. Pokemon battling has been going on for centuries. Ancient tombs have been found which show hieroglyphics of ancient kings battling with massive beasts. According to most rumors a lot of those Pokemon no longer exist."
The knowledge that the girl who claimed she hates Pokemon just gave out was something that none of them saw coming. Max crosses his arms and puts his nose to the sky. Humiliated at the fact that he was stumped by a No-Trainer. "Humph! I just mixed up my info is all!!"
Brendan gave May a small smile. It's not everyday someone is able to outsmart Max. "Hey," The snow-colored hair boy replied to the chestnut-haired girl. "You sure do know a lot about Pokemon…." Brendan catches his own blush. "Ah- I mean for someone who doesn't care for them I mean…"
To May, this boy was different. He didn't automatically pin the blame on her, nor did he treat her as trash simply because of her opinion. He actually wanted to hear her side of the situation.
It was because of the snow colored haired boy's caring nature that made a glow of pink appear on May's cheek the moment he smiled sheepishly at her.
Not liking the idea of having no control over her emotions, May quickly gets up and excuses herself from the group making her way to Route 101. Brendan manages to catch up with the quick moving girl and lightly grabs her by the wrists.
"Umm…Wait! Max is right though! It can get ugly without a Pokem-"
May turns to Brendan with a determined expression on her face. "I can take care of myself. A Pokemon will only slow me down." With that, May flashed Brendan a soft smile brimming with confidence and quickly left. Cursing herself along the way for becoming so weak around that boy.
Max crosses his arms as he throws May a little scowl from behind. "What a brat! I hope a Pokemon does rip her jugular out." Brendan smacks him upside the head for that crack. "Ouch! What was that for?!?" The 8-year-old Pokefanatic screams at the 13-year-old.
Suzie and Sally thought different of the new girl. Not having many females to look up to, they quickly became influenced by May's independence.
"I think she's cool" Suzie squeals very excited at the thought of running into her again. Sally nods as equally excited as stars twinkled in her eyes. "Big girl is strong and cool!"
"Yeah," Suzie agrees while gigging and running away. "She could beat up both Brendan and Max." Sally laughs and follows suite of her sibling.
Max, feeling a mixture of humiliation and anger, chases after the two girls, screaming at the top of his lungs. Brendan on the other-hand just stood there in deep thought.
'I wonder if that's the girl…'
Hey there. Just to let you guys know I've heavily revised my fic. It might still be a bit wordy and have it's glitches here or there, but overall, the stories in the form that I could feel proud of. For all those who read the original versions of Chapters 3-20 (and sides stories 1 and 2) I'm so sorry for that and I my apologies run deeper for those who actually liked the originals...To be honest, I didn't and felt they could've been MUCH MUCH better.
I'm not trying to be perfect. I'm just trying to see this story through as best as I can.
Warning: This story is rated PG-13 for the reasons of: Violence, Language, Gore and Light (very light) Adult Humor In later chapters of course.
Disclaimer- I don't own Pokemon or anything else.
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[Dreams are dreams and an eternity's and eternity. Not there is anything of the sort.]
[So many memories, so little time…All my life I lived not knowing who I was, who my friends were and even if the people who I lived with were really my family…It never matter me I just kept living…Nothing really mattered…Just when I finally thought I'd get my life together THIS happens…]
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Completely ignoring the hustle and bustle of a mover and his two Machoke, a girl, who appears about the age of thirteen, stares at a rather quaint looking house painted purple. The young lady wore a sleeveless lavender T-shirt, along with fingerless black gloves that fully complements her long black sweatpants and black and yellow tennis shoes.
Her name? May Hiromi. The protagonist of our story…only she doesn't know that.
A light breeze brushed lightly against May's long bangs, which resided in her chestnut brown hair. Her cerulean blue eyes dulled with deep boredom.
"I'm tired…"
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(Story Arc 1: Snowy Hills and Ocean Blue Eyes)
Chapter 1: Welcome to LittleRoot
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"It really is something huh?" May's mother questioned her silent daughter cheerfully. "I never seen a house of this kind of color either so this should be fun. Right May?"
May never acknowledged her mother's words. She continued to stare in the houses direction in a near dream-like state.
Mrs. Hiromi frowned in understanding for her daughter's grumpy attitude. "You looked exhausted. It must be tiring riding in a van with nothing to do. Sorry sweetie."
"Well, taking that into consideration why did we move?" The 13-year-old finally answered.
"May, you should be happy! Were in LittleRoot! Breath in the fresh country air" Mrs. Hiromi takes a deep breath before she continues talking. "Aaah…reminds me of my hometown of Pallet back in Kanto."
May tries to do the same but ends up coughing constantly saying in-between choked breathes about swallowing a bug.
"City slicker…" Mrs. Hiromi mutters while giving May a slight smug look. "Anyway sweet pea," she continues. "What do you think of the new house? Do you like?"
"I'd rather be back in Violet City thanks…I had a few friends there…"
Mrs. Hiromi gives a little grin as she puffed out her chest proudly. "Well you can't always get what you want. Besides life is full of changes! And you have to take chances, make mistakes and get messy!"
"Why thank you Ms. Frizzle." May dryly counters. "What an enlightening statement."
Mrs. Hiromi playfully smacks May upside the head and drags her along inside the home. Inside they see the mover and his two Machoke lugging around furniture.
"The mover's Pokemon do all the work of moving us in and cleaning up after. This is so convenient!" May raises an eyebrow at the comment. "Really? Isn't that what the slave owners said about their slaves?"
Mrs. Hiromi's eyes triple in size before addressing her very bizarre daughter. "May…Why don't you check out the beautiful countryside scenery."
"Ok."
"Why aren't you going?"
"You made sound as though I actually had a choice."
"GO!"
May, not wanting to annoy her mother any longer leaves the house and scopes out the scenery.
LittleRoot Town was very small. There were no schools, nor places to shop or places to just hang out. Nothing but farmland, houses and an occasional stray Pokemon wandering about.
May's scenery check only took a good thirty minutes of her time. After that she sat down by a nice shady tree pulled out her GBA and played Golden Sun: The Lost Age until her batteries went dead on her. That's when her new problems began.
"Geez, dead already…Hmm and there's not a single store around here…Wait, I do remember someone saying they have to go to the next town when they have to buy merchants goods. And that means trudging through the grassy path. Well, time to go."
May gets up from her relaxing spot. Dusting herself off before anything else then makes her way to Route 101. May's quick little adventure plans were cut short as two 6-year-old twin girls and an 8-year-old boy who wore glasses all block May's path.
"What do you shrimps want?"
The boy put his hand out like a street guard to show May not to go any further. "We are the LittleRoot Protectors!" The 6-year-old twin on the left gives a hamster-like smile as she emphasizes the situation for May. "We fight for justice!" The other just as hyper twin on the right gives a Kool-aid smile as she finishes the introduction. "We're superheroes!"
May raised an eyebrow at the weird little children but tried to remain calm none-the-less. "Good for you." May tries to walk around them but they, especially the boy continued to block her path. It was at this point that the look of irritation was quite audible on the 13-year-old's face and she didn't look very safe to be around at the moment either.
"Max, maybe we should let the big girl pass." The first twin nervously asked her leader. The second twin wasn't as timid about the matter. Infact, she was quite blunt about it. "Maxie stop being such a bully."
"Ah! Shut it will ya Suzie! You too Sally! I'm doing this for her own good!" The boy named Max yelled at the duo that just looked at May nervously. Max on the other hand wasn't anywhere near intimidated by May's warning glares and that's why he boldly continued to lecture her. "You can't pass here! It's too dangerous to do so without a Pokemon!!"
"Why?"
"Don't you know anything? Wild Pokemon live in the grass and without a Pokemon to defend yourself you'll get wasted!"
"I don't need a Pokemon… I can fight for myself."
Max wasn't even listening to the 13-year-old girl. He was too busy examining her belt. "Hmm…Hey? Where's you're Pokeballs? And why do you hold your GBA around your waste rather than Pokeballs-…Oh…" The boy snickers. "I see…you couldn't pass the trainers test could ya?"
May just rolled her eyes at the very rude little brat and told Max the truth straight up. "Actually," May began while she closed her eyes. "I could become a trainer at anytime I want. I just don't want to…I don't see the point in petting and playing with them like they're some kind of pets when all I need to do is power them up in the game. Its…well-"
"What kind of attitude is that!?" Max yelled in pure shock at what that Pokemon blasphemer just said. He was so angry he thought his head was going to pop. "You must think you're hot-stuff or something! Well let me tell you!" The bold little 8-year-old growled while pointing an accusing finger at May. "Guys like you are two-bit chumps! Wannbes who don't ever have what it takes to be real trainers so you make dumb excuses!"
"Stupid punk. Believe what you want! I hate Pokemon and that's why I don't want to be within hands nor feet range of them! Why should I make them fight? Are they tools of war? A sick mock rooster fight for human enjoyment?! I want no part!!!"
Max just gives an arrogant little snort at the angsting girl as he adjusted his glasses through closed eyes. "Yet you have the stomach to play the game? You're the hypocrite! You got a lot of nerve parading around town with that attitude. I'm surprised you haven't been shot!"
May picks up the boy by his shirt collar and glares coldly at him.
"Wait! What's going on here!" A male voice called from behind.
The source of the voice made himself known to the group. A white-haired young boy about the age of thirteen who wore fingerless black and yellow gloves, a poke ball design headband, black sweat pants with a matching black and red sweater which compliments his sneakers which were of the same color.
The two twins named Suzie and Sally, frightened for Max, runs up to Brendan while pulling at his pants while pointing at the troubled duo.
"Oh thank goodness Brendan!" Suzie cries. Sally eyes triple in size as water begin to swell up in them. "Brendan! Brendan!! Maxie's about to get beat up!"
Brendan mentally sighs. Max has a big mouth and is prone to talk alot of trash. But a friend is a friend and despite not being very strong himself, Brendan Birch isn't one to run away when his friends are in trouble. "Don't do anything crazy." Brendan calls out to May in a gruff manner. "Just put him down."
May continues to ignore Brendan, still clutching Max by tightly by his collar. "Umm please?" The snow colored hair boy continues unsurely.
Before the blink of an eye May throws Max at Brendan, knocking him to the floor. As a result of her reflexes, May immediately jumps to her left and gets into a fighting pose similar to a Poliwrath's.
Brendan now gets a good look at the person that was about to beat the holy hell out of him. A whirlwind of emotion surged through Brendan the minute he laid on eyes on her.
"…she's really cute…" He mummers.
May also gets a good look at the boy. Seeing that the boy posed no threat she drops her guard but still keeps her fist clenched.
"Next time, tell your brother to watch his mouth!" She growls.
Brendan was still in awe at this new face's beauty but quickly snapped to his senses when he heard a low growl coming from the girl. "Uh…wha! N-No! He's not my brother just a good friend." Brendan answered very quickly and flustered.
Though May didn't understand why his face was so red she was used to the whole "Oh I'll be good" act. She's let her guard down then they'd sneak attack her. It was this experience that made her keep her defenses up.
The girl's attitude was peculiar to Brendan. She looks like the type that has to be really provoked in order to want to fight you. Though Brendan never met these types of people before, this was purely just a misunderstanding. Regardless of ones temperament.
"Anyone mind tellin' me what happened?"
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(10 minutes later)
The group sat down by the shady tree May sat by earlier. Max quickly explains his side of the story to Brendan. Constantly pinning the blame on the chestnut-haired girl at every turn. Suzie and Sally rebuked Max's words and spoke in May's defense saying that though what she said was thoughtless, Max pushed her to say it.
Brendan then turned to May for her shot of the situation. The fact that Brendan wanted to hear May's side of the story was a first for her. Back in Johto, no one ever wanted to hear May. She was the freak and rabble-rouser. As far as others were concerned it was always her fault!
Infact, the main reason why Mrs. Hiromi wanted to leave Violet City aside from the fact that her husband got a big job in this water surrounded region in the Pokemon field was that May got into too many fights back there. A lot of those fights were very violent. May would sometimes return home with cuts and bruises.
Mrs. Hiromi thought that she was going to lose her daughter just a few months ago when she got wind that a local Pokemon gang was planning on 'finishing the hater once and for all.' What scared the loving mother was that May hadn't returned from school all day. She later got a call from a friend of the family that May was in the hospital. And had suffered from some internal bleeding. The people who attacked May weren't the lucky ones.
No one but Mrs. Hiromi truly understood how one girl could practically get out unscathed against a gang of people. And that was a secret that Mrs. Hiromi couldn't afford for those ignorant fools to learn.
"Max," Brendan turned to Max knowingly. "You owe her an apology. You had no right to go into her business."
"Oh please!" Max argues. "She's the one that wants to play the Pokemon game but then wants to diss the real thing! She should apologize to all trainers like you!"
"I don't have to like Pokemon to play the game. I play it for the challenge! That's what being a gamer is about! What's so fun about forcing living creatures to brutalize each other?"
Max adjusts his glasses and gives a little humph. "Shows how much you know. Miss-no-trainer. Pokemon love to fight. It's in their blood. The will of the battle spirit calls to them."
"Battle…spirwit?" Suzie asked cutely. Sally confirms the info for her sibling. "Pokemon love to fight chief!"
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(To the actual time Pokemon weren't used for battling)
"Ah! Stop it! Why do you guys always pick on me?" A boy accompanied by his timid Clefairy screams.
"Because you're a girl!" One stocky looking boy chides.
"Hehehe, you like pink Pokemon!" The stocky boy's other stocky friend laughs. Kicking the boy as his Machop does the same to the weak boy's Clefairy
"Cleffy!!"
"Are you gonna cry to mommy? Are ya?" The first stocky boy mocks.
"No!" A girl named Terra growls at the two bullies. "He and Cleffy are gonna fight you bullies back! Right Rusty?"
"Bulb!" Rusty the Bulbasuar agrees.
"Oh please! That wimp? Hey Thomas do that far throw thing I saw you do once!
Thomas the Machop grabs Cleffy, leaps high into the air and performs a pile drive style Seismic toss.
"CLEFFY!!!" The boy wails in horror for his poor fairy Pokemon.
"Rusty use that rope move to catch Cleffy quick!!"
Rusty uses Vine Whip and saves Cleffy from a fatal crash. As the kind Bulbasaur sets down his friend he quickly punched by Thomas.
"You creep!" Terra yells disgusted at bully with the Machop. This only forced the boy to cross his arms while flashing a smug look. "One shouldn't push their hands where it doesn't belong."
"Fine let's let our Pokemon talk this out." The other Bully concludes, calling out his Charmander to the fray. "So what are you waiting Carlton? Go talk"
Carlton the Charmander does Skull Bash to Rusty who falls back in pain. Just as soon as the situation looked as though it turn into a two-on one A kid with a Squirtle jumps in to help Terra and Rusty. A brawl between the Pokemon and the children shortly aroused
More and more people just started to jump in to even the odds on each side. Some people just started to jump in because it looked fun. Or because they all of the sudden felt their monster friend could outdo those other wannbes. The only person who didn't fight was little Roy Oak and his Clefairy.
"Cleffy…this is all our fault…we have to do something…Cleffy?"
Cleffy waved her fingers back and forth. The next the thing everyone in the area knew they were engulfed in a flash of white.
(End Flashback)
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"That wasn't how battling began…" May scoffs. "What you're thinking of, is a very poor re-creation of the first ever Pokemon free-for-all. Pokemon battling has been going on for centuries. Ancient tombs have been found which show hieroglyphics of ancient kings battling with massive beasts. According to most rumors a lot of those Pokemon no longer exist."
The knowledge that the girl who claimed she hates Pokemon just gave out was something that none of them saw coming. Max crosses his arms and puts his nose to the sky. Humiliated at the fact that he was stumped by a No-Trainer. "Humph! I just mixed up my info is all!!"
Brendan gave May a small smile. It's not everyday someone is able to outsmart Max. "Hey," The snow-colored hair boy replied to the chestnut-haired girl. "You sure do know a lot about Pokemon…." Brendan catches his own blush. "Ah- I mean for someone who doesn't care for them I mean…"
To May, this boy was different. He didn't automatically pin the blame on her, nor did he treat her as trash simply because of her opinion. He actually wanted to hear her side of the situation.
It was because of the snow colored haired boy's caring nature that made a glow of pink appear on May's cheek the moment he smiled sheepishly at her.
Not liking the idea of having no control over her emotions, May quickly gets up and excuses herself from the group making her way to Route 101. Brendan manages to catch up with the quick moving girl and lightly grabs her by the wrists.
"Umm…Wait! Max is right though! It can get ugly without a Pokem-"
May turns to Brendan with a determined expression on her face. "I can take care of myself. A Pokemon will only slow me down." With that, May flashed Brendan a soft smile brimming with confidence and quickly left. Cursing herself along the way for becoming so weak around that boy.
Max crosses his arms as he throws May a little scowl from behind. "What a brat! I hope a Pokemon does rip her jugular out." Brendan smacks him upside the head for that crack. "Ouch! What was that for?!?" The 8-year-old Pokefanatic screams at the 13-year-old.
Suzie and Sally thought different of the new girl. Not having many females to look up to, they quickly became influenced by May's independence.
"I think she's cool" Suzie squeals very excited at the thought of running into her again. Sally nods as equally excited as stars twinkled in her eyes. "Big girl is strong and cool!"
"Yeah," Suzie agrees while gigging and running away. "She could beat up both Brendan and Max." Sally laughs and follows suite of her sibling.
Max, feeling a mixture of humiliation and anger, chases after the two girls, screaming at the top of his lungs. Brendan on the other-hand just stood there in deep thought.
'I wonder if that's the girl…'
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