dancingonlandmines
Hanging on a moment with you.
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My first pokemon fanfiction, eee. Not much to say here o.o' but, however, you should be aware that for all character refs. and stuff like that, I shall be referring to the Pokemon Adventures manga, not the anime and, filling some blanks myself ;]
Note: People have been asking why I named the character after myself, I didn't, my friend just named me after my character.
Note: People have been asking why I named the character after myself, I didn't, my friend just named me after my character.
It's Not A Dream Anymore
(It's Worth Fighting For)
-Paramore
Chapter 1
(It's Worth Fighting For)
-Paramore
Chapter 1
A small group of boys gathered around the square, cheering at the top of their lungs, in the late afternoon light. Inside the circle was a tall boy, about 14 years of age. He had short dark brown hair, light brown eyes and, was very muscular. His opponent, a young man, considered attractive by many. He was in a police uniform, his dazzling blue hair was loose and, flying around his face. In between the two were two pokemon, a pidgey and a hoothoot.
"Pidgey!" The man yelled to his companion. "Gust attack!" The pidgey nodded in agreement and, flapped it's wings furiously. "Hoothoot! Watch out!" The boy warned however, he was to late. The gust of wind had knocked the pokemon out of the sky, it's body hit the ground with a thump. "Hoothoot!" The boy ran over to aid his fallen partner. It raised it's head with a sad look in it's eyes. "It's okay, we almost had them." He pulled a pokeball out of his pocket and returned his hoothoot to it's home.
"Good battle." Stated the man as he put back on his policeman's cap.
"Wait!" Called the boy, "Just one more!"
"Sorry, kid. I've got to go and, your pokemon need time to rest."
"I still have one more!" He said and pulled out another pokeball. He looked at it in anticipation, for not even he knew what was inside. "Alright mom, don't fail me now!" He threw the ball releasing a red glow. The man looked over his shoulder to see what was coming. The crowd held their breath as the pokemon revealed itself.
"Chu?"
The crowd burst out in laughter. A pichu, small for it's size stood in the circle looking around at everyone curiously. The man turned and walked over to the pokemon and, kneeled down.
"A pichu, and a young one at that. Boy, you can't battle with this, it's just baby. Sorry, maybe next time." He stood, "Pidgey! Let's go!" and the two left.
The crowd began to disperse. The boy growled and called his pokemon back into it's ball and stormed off. He walked through the winding streets as the sun set over Violet City. He walked into a middle class home, slamming the door behind him.
"What's wrong, Caleb?" Asked a middle aged woman in the kitchen. She was quite beautiful for her age, curly bouncy brown hair and large, caring, green eyes. "This pokemon you gave me is worthless!" He yelled and slammed the ball containing the pichu on the table. This caught the attention of the young girl in the corner, playing with her dolls. "You got him a pokemon!? What about me!?" She whined as she ran over to examine the ball. Even at the age of six, Jay was a smart, excitable girl. She had light blond hair, which no one was really sure where it came from, and her mother's green eyes.
"A pokemon that can't fight is useless. Do you know how embarrassed I was this afternoon?" Their mother came out of the kitchen and undid her apron. "It was only one fight, sweetheart."
"No it wasn't! It was a fight against Falkner! His father was our gym leader, and everyone was there! I don't want this stupid pokemon!" and he took the ball from Jay's hands and threw it across the room. The ball exploded in a red glow and, a few seconds later there was a pichu standing in the living room.
"It's sooo cute!" Screamed Jay as she ran over to see it up close.
"Well you can have it." Said Caleb as he stormed down the hallway.
Jay's eyes were as big as tennis balls. She felt like she was going to explode. "Thank you Caleb, I love you!" She screamed down the hallway. "My first pokemon! I'm going to call you Baby!"
"Pi!"
In a split second the pokemon illuminated, causing the television next to it to make a strange popping noise and caught fire.
"JAY!"
"Sorry Mom!"
"Pidgey!" The man yelled to his companion. "Gust attack!" The pidgey nodded in agreement and, flapped it's wings furiously. "Hoothoot! Watch out!" The boy warned however, he was to late. The gust of wind had knocked the pokemon out of the sky, it's body hit the ground with a thump. "Hoothoot!" The boy ran over to aid his fallen partner. It raised it's head with a sad look in it's eyes. "It's okay, we almost had them." He pulled a pokeball out of his pocket and returned his hoothoot to it's home.
"Good battle." Stated the man as he put back on his policeman's cap.
"Wait!" Called the boy, "Just one more!"
"Sorry, kid. I've got to go and, your pokemon need time to rest."
"I still have one more!" He said and pulled out another pokeball. He looked at it in anticipation, for not even he knew what was inside. "Alright mom, don't fail me now!" He threw the ball releasing a red glow. The man looked over his shoulder to see what was coming. The crowd held their breath as the pokemon revealed itself.
"Chu?"
The crowd burst out in laughter. A pichu, small for it's size stood in the circle looking around at everyone curiously. The man turned and walked over to the pokemon and, kneeled down.
"A pichu, and a young one at that. Boy, you can't battle with this, it's just baby. Sorry, maybe next time." He stood, "Pidgey! Let's go!" and the two left.
The crowd began to disperse. The boy growled and called his pokemon back into it's ball and stormed off. He walked through the winding streets as the sun set over Violet City. He walked into a middle class home, slamming the door behind him.
"What's wrong, Caleb?" Asked a middle aged woman in the kitchen. She was quite beautiful for her age, curly bouncy brown hair and large, caring, green eyes. "This pokemon you gave me is worthless!" He yelled and slammed the ball containing the pichu on the table. This caught the attention of the young girl in the corner, playing with her dolls. "You got him a pokemon!? What about me!?" She whined as she ran over to examine the ball. Even at the age of six, Jay was a smart, excitable girl. She had light blond hair, which no one was really sure where it came from, and her mother's green eyes.
"A pokemon that can't fight is useless. Do you know how embarrassed I was this afternoon?" Their mother came out of the kitchen and undid her apron. "It was only one fight, sweetheart."
"No it wasn't! It was a fight against Falkner! His father was our gym leader, and everyone was there! I don't want this stupid pokemon!" and he took the ball from Jay's hands and threw it across the room. The ball exploded in a red glow and, a few seconds later there was a pichu standing in the living room.
"It's sooo cute!" Screamed Jay as she ran over to see it up close.
"Well you can have it." Said Caleb as he stormed down the hallway.
Jay's eyes were as big as tennis balls. She felt like she was going to explode. "Thank you Caleb, I love you!" She screamed down the hallway. "My first pokemon! I'm going to call you Baby!"
"Pi!"
In a split second the pokemon illuminated, causing the television next to it to make a strange popping noise and caught fire.
"JAY!"
"Sorry Mom!"
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