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Title: teh journey of Harrison!!
Rating: G
Warnings: None really, unless you said something that found its way into this fic. So don't read unless easily offended? o_O Oh, and there's two mentions of Legendary Pokemon excretion. :p
Notes: Constructive criticism? For this? Not needed. And future apologies if anyone is offended. I really don't care either way, but I do enjoy covering my arse.
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It was raining that day.
That was what Harrison told everyone when they asked him: that it rained the day he received his first Pokemon. They told him that he was trying too hard to be different and asked if he also woke up early. Couldn't they just accept the fact that rain had fallen for the simple fact that weather is unpredictable? That just because Harrison started his journey the day it rained didn't have any factoring on his character?
But it did rain. And he didn't wake up early or late or not at all. He woke up in perfect time to get ready for his last day of school. Pokemon trainers still needed some sort of education, you know? It wasn't just about Pokemon even. Harrison could read, thank you very much.
School was boring, Harrison hated it, and he wanted it all to end. He didn't pay attention anyways that day. It's not like he was going to come back. He was going to be a Pokemon Master! Whatever that was. No one knew, no one wanted to find out, but it sounded good as a goal to tell others. "I'm going to be a Pokemon Master!" And they would all ooo and aaah and wonder what did that mean.
That should be taught in school. Instead of being taught that you are fitting some stereotype by starting your journey in the rain even though you're trying not to fit in another stereotype.
Harrison scratched his head. He wanted to get his starting Pokemon.
"C'mon, Harrison!" Morrison ordered. Morrison was one of Harrison's best friends. People said that Morrison looked like someone from the past, but Harrison had no idea what that meant. Morrison was Morrison, and that was all that mattered.
Tyson, the last member of the trio, grinned at the two. Harrison wondered if the three of them became friends only because of their names. It didn't matter. Anything could happen, and no one could say anything because giant guns provided no answers.
"Morrison," Tyson said, "it doesn't matter how fast we get there. Professor Birch will hold our Pokemon for us." With that said, the three left the school yard.
Yes, Harrison and his friends were receiving their starting Pokemon from the local professor of Pokemon. It meant that their Pokemon won't be anything different from what other starting trainers from Littleroot received. But why go through all the trouble of getting some different *special* Pokemon just so people won't hate you as much.
Did Harrison feel excitement as he walked to the lab? Or was he one of those people who hated Pokemon for no clear reason than to just appear edgy? Well, Harrison just felt happy. Though his brown hair hung down wet in his blue-green eyes, and his blue tee-shirt clung clammy to his torso, he was still happy and felt like the sun was shinning on him.
He looked up at the sky, wondering why he was thinking about the way he looked. A big raindrop plopped into his eye.
He smiled, though his eye stung. (It was rumored that the dirty-smelling rain was actually Kyogre pee. Oh, his eye was going to burn for a while.) He was getting his starter Pokemon today! If he could find the lab in all the rain (or pee). He kept his eyes on Morrison's broad red ki-covered back. And of course Tyson was wearing that long green coat that just barely dragged the ground. They made quite a group. Two were tall, one was short; two were skinny, one was on the chubby side.
Boy, Morrison sure was strange. He should chase more sandwiches - or did he eat rice balls? - than he ate.
Morrison whirled on him. Harrison blinked. Did he laugh out loud?
"Let's race to the lab! Last one there buys me lunch!" Morrison charged ahead.
Tyson crossed his arms over his chest. "There's a bet we don't want to lose. Though I am hungry."
"Didn't we just eat lunch?" Harrison asked.
Tyson shrugged.
As the boys continued walking, Harrison figured that he was the only normal one. Then again, Tyson and Morrison always said that they just never fit in with the rest of the Littleroot citizens. They felt like they were just plopped into Littleroot.
Birch's lab rose up before them. Morrison was standing in the doorway, trying to keep dry.
"There you guys are! C'mon!" Morrison yelled. He stomped his foot. Harrison was the last to enter the lab. He was always the last one of the trio. People tended to forget about him, except to insult him. He would prefer to just be left alone.
Prof. Birch greeted the boys. "Hello, you three. Your Pokemon are in those Pokeballs on the table."
The three looked at the table. Three red-and-white spheres sat labeled on it. The boys looked back at Prof. Birch. He said nothing more.
Harrison shrugged. It's not like Prof. Birch needed to say anything else. He wasn't really important. Harrison would never come in contact with the man again, completely forgetting about him even though Prof. Birch helped him start his trainer's journey.
Besides, wasn't that what all trainers did? Forget about everyone they ever met. Except for the love interests.
Love interest? At the age of ten? Harrison threw up in his mouth a little.
When he swallowed the bile, he looked towards the table. Morrison and Tyson were already deciding which Pokeball to grab. Of course Harrison was going to be the last one to get his starting Pokemon because he stood here over-analyzing the situation because it made him seem so much smartor.
Of course.
He walked over to the table and picked up the last Pokeball. Then he looked around the lab. Prof. Birch had randomly disappeared. It's not like it mattered if he still existed or not. He did his job.
"Aren't we supposed to get Pokedexes?" Tyson asked.
Harrison blinked at him. "What are those?"
"I dunno. I just thought that all starting trainers, no matter the age or region, got one."
"Why would we need one?"
Morrison said nothing. Morrison only talked about either food or competition. Morrison had no other aspects to his personality because no one wanted to break big guns. (Harrison could swear that the day Tyson and Morrison arrived in Littleroot Town there was a rather large explosion, but no one cared.)
Tyson answered, "Because it's a Pokemon world and no one knows what a Pokemon is even though we lived with them all our lives."
Sure, Harrison bought that explanation.
"C'mon, guys! Let's see what Pokemon we got!" Morrison exclaimed.
Harrison gave him a look. (You know the one!) "But Morrison, we know what Pokemon we got. The Pokeballs are labeled. See, you have Mudkip since that Pokemon is popular like you; Tyson has Treecko because that Pokemon is so awesome and everyone wants one, just like everyone wants to be like Tyson; and I have Torchic, since it's so generic, like me! Wait..." Harrison scratched his head. Sure he was generic and boring and plain, but he was the one telling this story, right? Well that had to count for something. He had the suspicion that he would regret it.
"All right!" Morrison cheered. "I'll be the first one at the Gym in Rustboro!" He released his Mudkip from the Pokeball and dashed out of the lab, blue mud fish behind him.
Tyson laughed. "I'm going to have supper first before I leave. Let's go, Treecko!" With his own Pokemon out of the Pokeball (Treecko's a green wood gecko Pokemon. Wait for the Pokedex to get invented before more description comes along. Besides, Treecko wasn't important.)
Harrison looked at the Pokeball in his hand. He figured that he should release Torchic and become acquainted so the two could become best buddies. And then Harrison could treat his Pokemon as if it were human and everyone would look at him as if he were some kind of weirdo.
Wait. Torchic was male. Gotta give Pokemon genders, but to capitalize the names of the species? Oh heavens no!
"Torchic, go!" Harrison popped the Pokeball open. In a brilliant flash of light, Torchic appeared. The chick pokemon... The Chick Pokemon (Get over it.) stood approximately at 1' 04" (that's one foot, four inches) and weighed exactly 5.5 pounds. It...uh...He was orange.
There's your description.
Harrison turned to leave the lab.
"Tor!" Torchic chirped.
With a smack to his forehead, Harrison remembered that it was raining outside.
Title: teh journey of Harrison!!
Rating: G
Warnings: None really, unless you said something that found its way into this fic. So don't read unless easily offended? o_O Oh, and there's two mentions of Legendary Pokemon excretion. :p
Notes: Constructive criticism? For this? Not needed. And future apologies if anyone is offended. I really don't care either way, but I do enjoy covering my arse.
-
It was raining that day.
That was what Harrison told everyone when they asked him: that it rained the day he received his first Pokemon. They told him that he was trying too hard to be different and asked if he also woke up early. Couldn't they just accept the fact that rain had fallen for the simple fact that weather is unpredictable? That just because Harrison started his journey the day it rained didn't have any factoring on his character?
But it did rain. And he didn't wake up early or late or not at all. He woke up in perfect time to get ready for his last day of school. Pokemon trainers still needed some sort of education, you know? It wasn't just about Pokemon even. Harrison could read, thank you very much.
School was boring, Harrison hated it, and he wanted it all to end. He didn't pay attention anyways that day. It's not like he was going to come back. He was going to be a Pokemon Master! Whatever that was. No one knew, no one wanted to find out, but it sounded good as a goal to tell others. "I'm going to be a Pokemon Master!" And they would all ooo and aaah and wonder what did that mean.
That should be taught in school. Instead of being taught that you are fitting some stereotype by starting your journey in the rain even though you're trying not to fit in another stereotype.
Harrison scratched his head. He wanted to get his starting Pokemon.
"C'mon, Harrison!" Morrison ordered. Morrison was one of Harrison's best friends. People said that Morrison looked like someone from the past, but Harrison had no idea what that meant. Morrison was Morrison, and that was all that mattered.
Tyson, the last member of the trio, grinned at the two. Harrison wondered if the three of them became friends only because of their names. It didn't matter. Anything could happen, and no one could say anything because giant guns provided no answers.
"Morrison," Tyson said, "it doesn't matter how fast we get there. Professor Birch will hold our Pokemon for us." With that said, the three left the school yard.
Yes, Harrison and his friends were receiving their starting Pokemon from the local professor of Pokemon. It meant that their Pokemon won't be anything different from what other starting trainers from Littleroot received. But why go through all the trouble of getting some different *special* Pokemon just so people won't hate you as much.
Did Harrison feel excitement as he walked to the lab? Or was he one of those people who hated Pokemon for no clear reason than to just appear edgy? Well, Harrison just felt happy. Though his brown hair hung down wet in his blue-green eyes, and his blue tee-shirt clung clammy to his torso, he was still happy and felt like the sun was shinning on him.
He looked up at the sky, wondering why he was thinking about the way he looked. A big raindrop plopped into his eye.
He smiled, though his eye stung. (It was rumored that the dirty-smelling rain was actually Kyogre pee. Oh, his eye was going to burn for a while.) He was getting his starter Pokemon today! If he could find the lab in all the rain (or pee). He kept his eyes on Morrison's broad red ki-covered back. And of course Tyson was wearing that long green coat that just barely dragged the ground. They made quite a group. Two were tall, one was short; two were skinny, one was on the chubby side.
Boy, Morrison sure was strange. He should chase more sandwiches - or did he eat rice balls? - than he ate.
Morrison whirled on him. Harrison blinked. Did he laugh out loud?
"Let's race to the lab! Last one there buys me lunch!" Morrison charged ahead.
Tyson crossed his arms over his chest. "There's a bet we don't want to lose. Though I am hungry."
"Didn't we just eat lunch?" Harrison asked.
Tyson shrugged.
As the boys continued walking, Harrison figured that he was the only normal one. Then again, Tyson and Morrison always said that they just never fit in with the rest of the Littleroot citizens. They felt like they were just plopped into Littleroot.
Birch's lab rose up before them. Morrison was standing in the doorway, trying to keep dry.
"There you guys are! C'mon!" Morrison yelled. He stomped his foot. Harrison was the last to enter the lab. He was always the last one of the trio. People tended to forget about him, except to insult him. He would prefer to just be left alone.
Prof. Birch greeted the boys. "Hello, you three. Your Pokemon are in those Pokeballs on the table."
The three looked at the table. Three red-and-white spheres sat labeled on it. The boys looked back at Prof. Birch. He said nothing more.
Harrison shrugged. It's not like Prof. Birch needed to say anything else. He wasn't really important. Harrison would never come in contact with the man again, completely forgetting about him even though Prof. Birch helped him start his trainer's journey.
Besides, wasn't that what all trainers did? Forget about everyone they ever met. Except for the love interests.
Love interest? At the age of ten? Harrison threw up in his mouth a little.
When he swallowed the bile, he looked towards the table. Morrison and Tyson were already deciding which Pokeball to grab. Of course Harrison was going to be the last one to get his starting Pokemon because he stood here over-analyzing the situation because it made him seem so much smartor.
Of course.
He walked over to the table and picked up the last Pokeball. Then he looked around the lab. Prof. Birch had randomly disappeared. It's not like it mattered if he still existed or not. He did his job.
"Aren't we supposed to get Pokedexes?" Tyson asked.
Harrison blinked at him. "What are those?"
"I dunno. I just thought that all starting trainers, no matter the age or region, got one."
"Why would we need one?"
Morrison said nothing. Morrison only talked about either food or competition. Morrison had no other aspects to his personality because no one wanted to break big guns. (Harrison could swear that the day Tyson and Morrison arrived in Littleroot Town there was a rather large explosion, but no one cared.)
Tyson answered, "Because it's a Pokemon world and no one knows what a Pokemon is even though we lived with them all our lives."
Sure, Harrison bought that explanation.
"C'mon, guys! Let's see what Pokemon we got!" Morrison exclaimed.
Harrison gave him a look. (You know the one!) "But Morrison, we know what Pokemon we got. The Pokeballs are labeled. See, you have Mudkip since that Pokemon is popular like you; Tyson has Treecko because that Pokemon is so awesome and everyone wants one, just like everyone wants to be like Tyson; and I have Torchic, since it's so generic, like me! Wait..." Harrison scratched his head. Sure he was generic and boring and plain, but he was the one telling this story, right? Well that had to count for something. He had the suspicion that he would regret it.
"All right!" Morrison cheered. "I'll be the first one at the Gym in Rustboro!" He released his Mudkip from the Pokeball and dashed out of the lab, blue mud fish behind him.
Tyson laughed. "I'm going to have supper first before I leave. Let's go, Treecko!" With his own Pokemon out of the Pokeball (Treecko's a green wood gecko Pokemon. Wait for the Pokedex to get invented before more description comes along. Besides, Treecko wasn't important.)
Harrison looked at the Pokeball in his hand. He figured that he should release Torchic and become acquainted so the two could become best buddies. And then Harrison could treat his Pokemon as if it were human and everyone would look at him as if he were some kind of weirdo.
Wait. Torchic was male. Gotta give Pokemon genders, but to capitalize the names of the species? Oh heavens no!
"Torchic, go!" Harrison popped the Pokeball open. In a brilliant flash of light, Torchic appeared. The chick pokemon... The Chick Pokemon (Get over it.) stood approximately at 1' 04" (that's one foot, four inches) and weighed exactly 5.5 pounds. It...uh...He was orange.
There's your description.
Harrison turned to leave the lab.
"Tor!" Torchic chirped.
With a smack to his forehead, Harrison remembered that it was raining outside.
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