Neiko Star
Dancing rain
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Chapter One: The Beginning
The sun was slowly rising over the two hills that towered over Goldenrod City. The sky was turning pink as streaks of light ran across the sky. Somewhere in the sleeping city, however, children everywhere were writhing excitedly in their beds, because this morning, at 9:00 a.m., they would receiver their first Pokemon at Professor Elm's laboratory, located in the great center of the city.
Though dawn had barely risen, it seemed like every inhabitant of Goldenrod was awake. There was one house in particular that seemed like it was ready to depart on an adventure. It was a large, old-fashioned house made of pure white marble. Its roof was made of brownish red tiles neatly placed on top of each other, and its countless windows were all lighted up.
Suddenly, one of the windows on the top floor burst open. A young girl was standing behind it, leaning her face out of the open window, with a delighted expression on her face, as though fresh air was a blessing.
"Deli!"
The young girl turned around. A Delibird was standing besides her, pulling at the end of her nightgown.
"I guess you're right," Vera Sandrilene said with a sigh, closing the window.
"Deli, deli," the Delibird nodded approvingly.
"Well, get out of here, I'm going to change now," Vera told it.
The Delibird looked as though it wouldn't mind seeing her change, but Vera threw it a sharp look and it trotted out of the room grudgingly.
"Pervert," Vera muttered under her breath. She walked to her closet and took out the outfit she had carefully picked out the night before. A white blouse, a plaided brown skirt and a pale green buttoned-on sweater. She quickly threw on these clothes, pulled on her long white socks and looked into the mirror. She had long, waist-length, wavy dark brown hair, a slim, tall figure and golden brown eyes. She hastily brushed her hair a bit, then put on a sparkly green headband that matched her sweater.
"Deli delibi?"
A furry white head poked out from the doorway.
"Yeah, I'm done," Vera said irritately. I bet you wished I wasn't, though.
The Delibird seemed to guess her thoughts since it widened its eyes and disappeared behind the doorway.
I'm only ten, she thought stubbornly as she stepped into the hallway. Why do I have to deal with this?
She skipped down the stairs and halted to a stop at the sight of her mother standing on the bottom step, her hands on her hips, wearing an apron.
"How many times have I told you not to skip down the stairs?" asked Cecilia Sandrilene impatiently.
"One hundred and seventy-two times," Vera answered automatically.
Mrs. Sandrilene raised her eyebrows, but she seemed used to her daughter's behaviour. "Breakfast is ready. Come down and eat before it gets cold. And no skipping !" she added warningly.
Vera did as she was told, and marched into the kitchen to find a plate of bacon and fried eggs waiting for her. She hurriedly gulped down her mother's delicious cooking with some milk, put the plate and the glass in the sink with a slight crash (Vera!) and ran back upstairs for some extra studying.
Two hours and a half later, she came back down the stairs, skipping of course (VERA!), quickly put on some black leather shoes, and rushed outside, shouting a good-bye to her mothers as she slammed the door shut. (VERA!)
Normally, it would be dangerous to let a ten-year-old wander alone in a huge city like Goldenrod. But Vera's house was right on the street facing the one Elm's lab was on, so the only danger would be that she collided with an early delivery truck while crossing the street, which was highly unlikely.
As she arrived in front of the lab, Vera noticed that she was the first one. All the better for me. I get all the choices.
She walked up bto the front door and rang the bell. Seconds later, a nerdy-looking scientist's head poked out. He seemed surprised to see Vera.
"I'm here for my Pokemon," Vera stated boldly.
"Er...well," the scientist seemed to be at a loss for words. "You see, you're an hour early..."
"I don't care," Vera answered right away.
The scientist raised his eyebrows and said awkwardly, "Well, then...follow me...". He opened the door ajar.
Vera followed the scientist into the laboratory, which she remarked smelled a lot like peanut butter, careful to peek inside any door that was open. She saw several interesting machines in one room, including a Playstation 3.
"Yes, well, um...we don't generally show that to, er, public," the scientist said hastily, banging the door shut.
"Do you play Super Mario Sunshine?" Vera asked him interestedly.
He turned a deep shade of scarlet.
I'll take that, she thought happily, as a yes.
Finally, they reached a corridor with only one room at the end, where the scientist quickly told Vera to wait a moment, and he hurried into the room Vera guessed must be Elm's office.
While she was waiting, she looked around the hall she was in. The corridor was nearly empty. The walls were bare and there was nothing lying around either. Vera noticed this with great disappointment as the door to the office burst open.
The scientist came back out, looking flustered, and said, "Er...the Professor is uh...ready to see you...now...."
Vera followed him inside the room, which she noticed to her delight, was far more interesting than the corridor she had been in. Every inch of the wall was covered in Pokemon pictures, blueprints, and diplomats. There was a small library covered with thick books in the corner. In the center of the room was a large machine. Vera also could not help noticing that, unlike the rest of the lab, this room smelled like pickles.
A brown-haired man Vera recognized as Professor Elm, due to the constant and annoying publicities that passed on the TV every five minutes, cleared his throat. He adjusted his round glasses in an impressive kind of way and said clearly,
"Welcome, child. I am Professor Elm. You are here today to receive your first specialized starter Pokemon, which you will keep throughout your whole journey. You will be given the choice, of course. However, due to the demand of the citizens, I have added additional types to the choices. I have to say that I am delighted to receive you here, and I hope that your journey will be successful. Now, I shall demonstrate to you to choices you have."
He bowed his head in a very professonial manner and waited for Vera's response, looking very pleased with himself.
"Uh...could you repeat that? Because I didn't understand a word you said," Vera asked, blinking.
Elm turned scarlet.
"Well, anyway, that was a very well learnt speech," Vera said, in what she thought was a compliment. "I could see that you learned it by heart very well. Kinda like those speeches in the beginning of the Pokemon video games," she added kindly.
Elm was now a brilliant shade of mahogany. From that day on, Vera always thought Elm should be in the World's Records book for being able to turn the deepest red.
"Y-Yes well...kindly choose your Pokemon now, Miss," Elm spluttered, still red.
"Okay," Vera replied cheerfully.
The top of the machine opened, revealing seven highly polished, red Pokeballs.
"Er...right," Elm said, regaining his confidence. "Now, young one, please select your chos--"
"What?" Vera blinked.
"Oh, um, ju-just choose your Pokemon," Elm said hastily.
"'Kay," Vera said. "But...what are in them? Am I supposed to choose by chance or something?"
Elm blushed again. "Oh, no, um...well, we have Chikorita, Cyndaquil, Totodile, Mareep, Larvitar, Hoothoot and Spinarak."
"I'll take Larvitar, please," Vera told him happily.
"Er...right." Elm took one ball from the collection. "Here we go..."
"Thanks a lot," Vera said delightedly. "I have to go now, bye!"
And she rushed out of the room, banging the door behind her (VER-oops, never mind), leaving Elm muttering, "I hope they're not all like her..."
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Enjoy! :D
The sun was slowly rising over the two hills that towered over Goldenrod City. The sky was turning pink as streaks of light ran across the sky. Somewhere in the sleeping city, however, children everywhere were writhing excitedly in their beds, because this morning, at 9:00 a.m., they would receiver their first Pokemon at Professor Elm's laboratory, located in the great center of the city.
Though dawn had barely risen, it seemed like every inhabitant of Goldenrod was awake. There was one house in particular that seemed like it was ready to depart on an adventure. It was a large, old-fashioned house made of pure white marble. Its roof was made of brownish red tiles neatly placed on top of each other, and its countless windows were all lighted up.
Suddenly, one of the windows on the top floor burst open. A young girl was standing behind it, leaning her face out of the open window, with a delighted expression on her face, as though fresh air was a blessing.
"Deli!"
The young girl turned around. A Delibird was standing besides her, pulling at the end of her nightgown.
"I guess you're right," Vera Sandrilene said with a sigh, closing the window.
"Deli, deli," the Delibird nodded approvingly.
"Well, get out of here, I'm going to change now," Vera told it.
The Delibird looked as though it wouldn't mind seeing her change, but Vera threw it a sharp look and it trotted out of the room grudgingly.
"Pervert," Vera muttered under her breath. She walked to her closet and took out the outfit she had carefully picked out the night before. A white blouse, a plaided brown skirt and a pale green buttoned-on sweater. She quickly threw on these clothes, pulled on her long white socks and looked into the mirror. She had long, waist-length, wavy dark brown hair, a slim, tall figure and golden brown eyes. She hastily brushed her hair a bit, then put on a sparkly green headband that matched her sweater.
"Deli delibi?"
A furry white head poked out from the doorway.
"Yeah, I'm done," Vera said irritately. I bet you wished I wasn't, though.
The Delibird seemed to guess her thoughts since it widened its eyes and disappeared behind the doorway.
I'm only ten, she thought stubbornly as she stepped into the hallway. Why do I have to deal with this?
She skipped down the stairs and halted to a stop at the sight of her mother standing on the bottom step, her hands on her hips, wearing an apron.
"How many times have I told you not to skip down the stairs?" asked Cecilia Sandrilene impatiently.
"One hundred and seventy-two times," Vera answered automatically.
Mrs. Sandrilene raised her eyebrows, but she seemed used to her daughter's behaviour. "Breakfast is ready. Come down and eat before it gets cold. And no skipping !" she added warningly.
Vera did as she was told, and marched into the kitchen to find a plate of bacon and fried eggs waiting for her. She hurriedly gulped down her mother's delicious cooking with some milk, put the plate and the glass in the sink with a slight crash (Vera!) and ran back upstairs for some extra studying.
Two hours and a half later, she came back down the stairs, skipping of course (VERA!), quickly put on some black leather shoes, and rushed outside, shouting a good-bye to her mothers as she slammed the door shut. (VERA!)
Normally, it would be dangerous to let a ten-year-old wander alone in a huge city like Goldenrod. But Vera's house was right on the street facing the one Elm's lab was on, so the only danger would be that she collided with an early delivery truck while crossing the street, which was highly unlikely.
As she arrived in front of the lab, Vera noticed that she was the first one. All the better for me. I get all the choices.
She walked up bto the front door and rang the bell. Seconds later, a nerdy-looking scientist's head poked out. He seemed surprised to see Vera.
"I'm here for my Pokemon," Vera stated boldly.
"Er...well," the scientist seemed to be at a loss for words. "You see, you're an hour early..."
"I don't care," Vera answered right away.
The scientist raised his eyebrows and said awkwardly, "Well, then...follow me...". He opened the door ajar.
Vera followed the scientist into the laboratory, which she remarked smelled a lot like peanut butter, careful to peek inside any door that was open. She saw several interesting machines in one room, including a Playstation 3.
"Yes, well, um...we don't generally show that to, er, public," the scientist said hastily, banging the door shut.
"Do you play Super Mario Sunshine?" Vera asked him interestedly.
He turned a deep shade of scarlet.
I'll take that, she thought happily, as a yes.
Finally, they reached a corridor with only one room at the end, where the scientist quickly told Vera to wait a moment, and he hurried into the room Vera guessed must be Elm's office.
While she was waiting, she looked around the hall she was in. The corridor was nearly empty. The walls were bare and there was nothing lying around either. Vera noticed this with great disappointment as the door to the office burst open.
The scientist came back out, looking flustered, and said, "Er...the Professor is uh...ready to see you...now...."
Vera followed him inside the room, which she noticed to her delight, was far more interesting than the corridor she had been in. Every inch of the wall was covered in Pokemon pictures, blueprints, and diplomats. There was a small library covered with thick books in the corner. In the center of the room was a large machine. Vera also could not help noticing that, unlike the rest of the lab, this room smelled like pickles.
A brown-haired man Vera recognized as Professor Elm, due to the constant and annoying publicities that passed on the TV every five minutes, cleared his throat. He adjusted his round glasses in an impressive kind of way and said clearly,
"Welcome, child. I am Professor Elm. You are here today to receive your first specialized starter Pokemon, which you will keep throughout your whole journey. You will be given the choice, of course. However, due to the demand of the citizens, I have added additional types to the choices. I have to say that I am delighted to receive you here, and I hope that your journey will be successful. Now, I shall demonstrate to you to choices you have."
He bowed his head in a very professonial manner and waited for Vera's response, looking very pleased with himself.
"Uh...could you repeat that? Because I didn't understand a word you said," Vera asked, blinking.
Elm turned scarlet.
"Well, anyway, that was a very well learnt speech," Vera said, in what she thought was a compliment. "I could see that you learned it by heart very well. Kinda like those speeches in the beginning of the Pokemon video games," she added kindly.
Elm was now a brilliant shade of mahogany. From that day on, Vera always thought Elm should be in the World's Records book for being able to turn the deepest red.
"Y-Yes well...kindly choose your Pokemon now, Miss," Elm spluttered, still red.
"Okay," Vera replied cheerfully.
The top of the machine opened, revealing seven highly polished, red Pokeballs.
"Er...right," Elm said, regaining his confidence. "Now, young one, please select your chos--"
"What?" Vera blinked.
"Oh, um, ju-just choose your Pokemon," Elm said hastily.
"'Kay," Vera said. "But...what are in them? Am I supposed to choose by chance or something?"
Elm blushed again. "Oh, no, um...well, we have Chikorita, Cyndaquil, Totodile, Mareep, Larvitar, Hoothoot and Spinarak."
"I'll take Larvitar, please," Vera told him happily.
"Er...right." Elm took one ball from the collection. "Here we go..."
"Thanks a lot," Vera said delightedly. "I have to go now, bye!"
And she rushed out of the room, banging the door behind her (VER-oops, never mind), leaving Elm muttering, "I hope they're not all like her..."
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Enjoy! :D
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