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Okay, okay. I know I'm a relatively new guy to the site, and I know it's been a while since I've posted, but... I've decided to post my OC fanfic here on this forum.
I'm a pretty strange user, I know, but this is my first fanfic work, Like a Line Drive!. I won't give too many details just yet, but think of it as a parody of a parody of a somewhat serious ideal of the Pokémon fandom. The center universe is the various mangas of the fandom, but it does veer into the game territory, to poke fun at the NPCs we know and love.
There's a link in my sig for the FF.net version, if you wish to read on there, but (eventually), I'll add a chapter index guide for easy access to the chapters, in case anyone gets lost in review posts (If there's a lot, anyway. ;^^)
So let's begin, with... Actually... With the magic of Spoiler tags, let's add the first 3 chapters, those chapters in the count of "lessons". Hopefully, these are enough to keep you hooked on for a while.
Lesson 1 - The End to a Boring Life
There was the sound of heavy breathing, as well as the sound of moving feet, slamming on the ground. Particles of sweat dripping off, hitting the ground like raining pins. The movement of limbs brushing up against polyester gave off a distinct sound, as if someone was in a haste to go somewhere, a place of safety and solace.
These were all from a young man, appearing to be around eighteen years of age, with his black, puffy hair bouncing in the wind. His black shoes appeared to be relatively fresh and clean, and his white T-shirt and blue jeans' original colors were faded away, perhaps from the sweat he continued to profuse.
Behind him, were two other men, who were much older than the teen. They were balding, and wore red jackets, and a black t-shirt. As well, they wore long camouflage pants, with the pockets bulging from whatever items were concealed in them.
"Hey! Get back here!" said the man on the left, whose gray headphones were almost disguised from whatever hair he still had.
"Yeah, what he said! You shan't escape us!" said the other, whose remainder of hair was the shade on the teenager's.
The teen was eventually led into dead end. His brown skin was covered in his sweat. He sighed, and attempted to rest for a bit. He calmed down, and turned around, knowing he'd have to face up against his pursuers. He tried to remember how he got into this situation, but his time to think was interrupted by…
"Hah! We have you now!" yelled both of the men, as they threw a small, red and white colored ball on to the hard pavement.
The balls opened, and a stream of light poured out. Something started to appear through the light, and the teen was hardly impressed at all.
"Great. You're gonna use those li'l monsters called 'Pokémon', am I right?" question the adolescent, with a rather sarcastic tone. He saw the form of the pokémon he was talking about, the form of a black dog, with skulls on its back as if it were armor. Both of their ears twitched, as they growled in a low tone.
"Shut it, William!" yelled the man at the left. He seemed to be easily aggravated, and his expression changed to a fierce gladiator, but his partner eased him.
"William, you took the Snag Machine, didn't you?" said the right-sided grunt, with a voice that sounded as calm as the sound of waves of the sea.
"Uh… I only touched the thing. The alarm went off, and it kinda disappeared." replied William, whose arms were crossed on his body.
"He's lying!" yelled the left-sided man, as he immediately commanded his own pokémon to unleash a technique.
You see, in this world, many humans use these creatures called Pokémon often for battle. It is a general sport that both children and adults spend their time doing out of fun. Who would not want to use their cherish partners in a fun game?
It is rare, however, that a pokémon would ever strike a human, under any circumstances. In today's society, it is nearly a hushed taboo for pokémon to attack humans, and is quite strange for such events to happen.
William somewhat foresee this event, as he leapt over the flames that rushed forth from the two dog-like pokémon. Heh… They fell for it, thought William in his mind, as he managed to dash away from the creature's flames, and pounced on the man on his right. "Heh! How are you gonna attack me now?!" he proclaimed.
The man with the grey headphones backed off, as his black little dog pokémon growled under his breath. "Tch! You win this round!"
William dusted himself, and dashed off, through the city. It was looming towards night, and his already low vitality diminished quickly. I want to live, he thought, but his legs felt like they were on fire, and he could not move them. He eventually collapsed, after running at least a block, and seemed to be in such pain…
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… In a rusty cell in a jail room, did bark a yell from the dark. A question about where the person was, and why.
"Great. I don't even know what happened, but I'm in my same clothes…" William started, still annoyed at his situation. He laid down on what he left was the bed, and just stared at the ceiling, annoyed with his problem.
A sound emerged. At first, William did not pay attention to it. He was still watching the ceiling, staring at its bleak gray color. After a minute, the sound emerged again, but much louder. Eventually, William dared to find out what the sound was, and started walking to where it originated.
A booming cry woke forth, and William was pushed back into the opposite wall. He felt as if blood was rushing towards his back, but he struggled, and managed to get his hands onto the ground, and crawled towards the hole. Someone's voice started to speak.
"Do you wish to escape?" it boomed, with a hint of wisdom.
"Uh… Who are you?" William questioned, completely puzzled by the situation he was in.
"A person, with a proposition for you. Would you want to escape, or rot?" the voice answered, with a blunt tone.
William contemplated about the strange offer. If he refused, he would surely die in jail, as the voice said. But, why would anyone care about a cellmate in jail? "You got a deal," he answered hesitantly.
Rolled out from the hole, was a ball. William quickly recognized it as a pokémon, but could not recall its name. It was colored the same as the balls that the other adults had from before.
"Voltorb!" the voice cried, "Explosion!"
The pokémon lit up in a glow of white, and William jumped back at the first moment possible. He knew what explosion meant; wouldn't anyone else?
Soon, the pokémon unleashed a tremendous amount of energy at one time, with the exchange of its own vitality, and broke down not just the bars, but also most of the walls in front.
When William got up, he saw that there were guards already at the scene. They had their nightsticks at the ready in their arms and were ready to knock William to sleep. Apparently, the guards here were rather diligent with their jobs.
William, however, could only grin when he saw them. It's strange, but… When William's mind is focused on fighting, an odd side of him rises to the surface. A side that desired and loved the entertainment that came with throwing a few punches and jabs.
William leapt, as if he were a feral wolf, and struck the guards with his fists and his feet. The left took a beating in the form of many, many blinding punches to the gut, while his partner was shoved away with a square tackle in his own gut.
God, this is how I would've been if I said no to that guy? He thought, finding it silly how he doubted the old man upon retrospect, but realized he was at another dead end.
The dead end itself was in the form of a large man, muscle-bound, and had a wild, brown mustache. His eyes stared, and pierced straight into William's heart. "So… You're the one who defeated my grunts, eh?" he started, and paced in his dark boots, as his long, rough 'n dirty pants started to make a scratching sound, "Well… I am Gonzap. And I am not allowing you to leave this facility."
"Well… I'm leavin', whether you like it or not!" William exclaimed, and he dived under Gonzap's legs. He ran, so far away, just like Bowling for Soup's single.
He jumped past trashcans, as they eventually met their downfall by Gonzap's immense rage, as his red jacket flew open, revealing his nicely cut chest. William knew his terrible running ability, so he devised a plan, however silly it sound in his head. He opened up a random shop building, and flipped the sign to "Closed".
Even though Gonzap was powerful, he was not very bright. People do wonder if he was actually successful at anything, considering how he saw the shop, but… He only noticed the "Closed" sign, and didn't suspect William would go into hiding for any reason. He just couldn't picture William with that character, or anyone, for that matter.
William peered out, and when he saw that it was safe, he walked out, quietly… But was sprung up by a brown-haired young man. The curly locks he had gave him a casual look, that fact bolstered from his "Casual Fridays" engineer wear, red tie, and his long beige slacks.
"Hello! The name's Bill!" the person said, extending his hand out to William. Apparently, he believed that William tried to bump into him.
"Uh…" was all William could manage, he did not seem used to surprise greetings.
"You kno', you should come to my house 'n meet my parents!" Bill finished, and walked William to his house, on the other side of city, despite the fact William was reluctant to go.
Bill's house looked similar to many of the houses in the city, which were all colored in a gold hue. William kept imagining Bill's family talking in the same matter he does: a family of casual-wearing hicks with that weird funny accent.
Instead, the thought was proven incorrect. Bill's family was actually rather polite and cheerful. However, in the back of William's mind, he left as if there was an inconsistency somewhere with Bill's parents.
"Hi! You must be Bill's friend, William, right?" said an older woman, which William assumed was Bill's mother. She was wearing a yellow dress, with violet flowers decorated on to it. As well, she gave an air of calm and serenity.
Wow, this is unbelievable, William thought. Bill's dad was in a lab coat, sitting silently at the dinner table, showing off his long jeans on the table. Even from seeing Bill's parents, William still had a nagging feeling that there was an oddity in the room.
While Bill's mother stepped out of the living room to William assumed would be the kitchen to cook up dinner, a young girl poked William's arm with a black variant of the balls the two pursuers of him had.
"Here. My brother calls it an Eevee," she said, with a timid tone. One may assume that she was Bill's sister, judging from her young age, and also the fact that she did appear to live in Bill's home.
"Uh… I don't 'do' pokémon, sorry." William replied, trying to be sincere without showing off his sweatdrop.
"But don't cha know, William?" interrupted Bill, with his odd accent, "This Eevee is a special pokémon. It could evolve into seven different forms!"
"I stand by what I said." William felt adamant about the problem.
"Take it, it'll serve you well."
"Why are you trying to give me a free pokémon?"
"It's not like they're going anywhere." Bill shrugged his shoulders. "You don't seem the type to harm people, and I think that this Eevee would be a nice addition to anyone's party."
William remembered the term party from somewhere. He believed it had something to do with the number of pokémon a person could have with him at one time.
Bill placed the small ball into William's hand, and showed him to another room, which was filled with clothes of all sorts. After about an hour, William was dressed in new clothes, a black t-shirt, khaki shorts, and wore his signature black shoes, clean and fresh.
William eventually left, and said bye to Bill, despite considering deep in his head a weird person. All that was in William's head at the moment was why did he even receive a pokémon from Bill's family in the first place. Was it free for every person who comes into the city, or did Bill really believe in him?
After chucking at how one of the friendlier people he met on this day had a name similar to his own, he tried to figure out where to go in this large city.
He assumed, from the color of most of the buildings, that he was currently in Goldenrod City, a city known for its casino, its mall, and even how large and glorified its own Pokémon Center was.
This was when William thought, what's there to lose about going to a little building that was pretty much a cheap hotel? In his mind, a free stay at a place is a great thing to not pass up.
Upon entering, the teenager already left a lump of depression on his back. Most of the passerby had one thing on their mind: Pokémon. He had on his left discussion about the tactics and strategies in battling, while on his right, how to groom them, and make their fur shine. After walking a bit, he saw that a nurse was walking towards him, and, with a smile, sweetly started a conversation.
Oh? Are you new here, young man? You appear foreign." she said, with a hint of grace.
"Are you saying that because of my black skin?" replied William, not knowing the rudeness of his statement.
"Hm! I bet you have a mangy pokémon, too, am I right?" it seemed apparent that the nurse' attitude flipped as gracefully as a flip of a coin
William shrugged his shoulders, threw down the black and gold ball. It released out a snow white fox, known by many trainers as an Eevee.
"Oh! It's SOO cute! It's even shiny! You must be a master breeder to raise this, huh?" exclaimed the nurse, in complete awe of William's Eevee. "Oh! Did you give it a nickname? It's a cute one, right?"
William stared at the little fox. Then looked at the nurse. Her pink dress was only overshadowed by her charming smile, and cheery disposition. He even saw the nameplate that said, 'Joy'.
"Uh… It's name… Is…" William began, and started to think. Nurse Joy started to run inpatient after a minute, and at that moment… He thought of the perfect name "It's called Berri." he finished at the nick of time.
"It's such a cute nickname! Come on, I'll show you to your room." she said, with a cheery grace.
William saw that the Pokémon Center was mostly colored in strawberry and vanilla colors, which he thought was… Rather childish. But, he remembered that most trainers start at the age of ten, which one could be satisfied with that as an excuse.
Eventually, he was in his own room. Rather small and quaint, like a hospital room. He noticed that there was also a bag in the room. … Is it me, or does this place just happen to have everything a trainer would want…
He jumped on the bed, and laid there, staring at the ceiling in deep-thought. … The door's locked, good, he sighed. Hasn't it been a long while since I associated myself with pokémon?
After a few minutes of contemplation, he actually went ahead and unzipped the top zipper of the bag, not considering if the room he was in could possibly be someone's else room. By logic, if he were to be in someone's room, that one person would've already tried to sneak their bag back, right? Not that he really cared about it, it just seemed strange that a nurse would let a person stay in a room that has not been cleaned completely out yet, and the room itself smelled and looked nice, evident from how many of the surfaces in the room gave off a polished glow.
The bag itself revealed many of what people say are considered to be the trainer's essentials, which included: A Pokétch (A watch that uses different applications to help trainers), a VS Seeker (To challenge old trainers), and a PokéNav (A… map?)
---
Eventually, after William placed his clothes into the washroom's hamper, left his Eevee's small black and gold ball on the sink table, ran some water, and got into the tub.
After a while, he started to drift asleep, and thought about his life. He felt that it was for the most part… Dull. No matter what he learned, he went at it with a peculiar innocence, and generally put 100% into everything he did without thinking about the consequences of these actions.
Pokémon were strange to him. He felt that their use all the way back in the long history of the world was only to be just like tools for humans, tools that required little effort to use. The concept… It just seemed so odd and silly. Where there actually unbiased legends about pokémon being… Equal? Or at least treated in a manner that seemed to give them dignity?
His thoughts moved on to trainers in general. … Back in, did I really want to be a trainer? William remembered how his parents weren't into battling or any type of pokémon career at all. Really, the only thing related to pokémon his family had was a pet, a pet he remembered very clearly by the name of Rukia.
Before he had a chance to reminisce, someone woke him from his dream-like stream of consciousness. The voice sounded like an aging man.
"Hello, William." said that old man, with brown hair that was starting to grey, which seemed evident anyway from his facial appearance. He wore a lab coat, just like Bill's father, and seemed to be staring at William's body.
William yelled out a scream. "Who the hell are you?" he stared,
"Calm down. I'm not a pedophile, I ju-"
"Yeeah, you're the old man with the guilty conscience about it." interrupted William, he went on to say, "Then who really are you?"
"I'm the authority of the Pokémon World, Professor Oak."
"Oh… kay. Why the hell are you in the washroom? I mean… A guy can't take a bath, while there's another guy, you know…" William used his fingers as emphasis, moving them back in forth into a water wheel sign, "Watching? Isn't that kinda uncomfortable in your head?"
"Well… I wanted to explain something to you."
"… You go into people's rooms, and 'lecture' them about 'Pocket Monsters'?" remarked William.
"Well, I WAS going to give you this PokéDex, but seeing as you know everything about Pokémon…"
"Yeah. I say I do."
"Then… Pray tell…" Oak began, and lifted Berri's ball, "What is this Poké Ball called?"
"Uh… A Poké Ball that's black and gold?"
Oak chuckled. He put back Berri's ball on the sink, and laid a small pamphlet and a strange black device on the same counter.
"With those… You could travel the world, and get to know the various species of pokémon. Sounds exciting, right?"
"Meh." William sighed.
Oak left the room, and William sunk back into the tub.
"What the hell did I get into from going into that building? Heck, would I be at peace if I just stayed where I was back at the junkyard?"
"Oh! You wanted something from me?" Oak asked after re-entering the washroom.
"Get the **** out!" William exclaimed, still agitated at how an old man just randomly waltzed into a locked room unannounced.
---
It was finally night, and William was still up. He was reading that small pamphlet Oak had given him, and learned a few things.
"So… Berri's in a Luxury Ball. Heh." he commented, and kept reading on. He finally fell asleep after some time, not knowing the adventure he will have, from his boring, unattractive life.
Make sure to review and tell me about any mistakes I've made. Considering my skill, I bet there's quite a few here and there, considering the age of these chapters.
I'm a pretty strange user, I know, but this is my first fanfic work, Like a Line Drive!. I won't give too many details just yet, but think of it as a parody of a parody of a somewhat serious ideal of the Pokémon fandom. The center universe is the various mangas of the fandom, but it does veer into the game territory, to poke fun at the NPCs we know and love.
There's a link in my sig for the FF.net version, if you wish to read on there, but (eventually), I'll add a chapter index guide for easy access to the chapters, in case anyone gets lost in review posts (If there's a lot, anyway. ;^^)
So let's begin, with... Actually... With the magic of Spoiler tags, let's add the first 3 chapters, those chapters in the count of "lessons". Hopefully, these are enough to keep you hooked on for a while.
Spoiler:
Lesson 1 - The End to a Boring Life
There was the sound of heavy breathing, as well as the sound of moving feet, slamming on the ground. Particles of sweat dripping off, hitting the ground like raining pins. The movement of limbs brushing up against polyester gave off a distinct sound, as if someone was in a haste to go somewhere, a place of safety and solace.
These were all from a young man, appearing to be around eighteen years of age, with his black, puffy hair bouncing in the wind. His black shoes appeared to be relatively fresh and clean, and his white T-shirt and blue jeans' original colors were faded away, perhaps from the sweat he continued to profuse.
Behind him, were two other men, who were much older than the teen. They were balding, and wore red jackets, and a black t-shirt. As well, they wore long camouflage pants, with the pockets bulging from whatever items were concealed in them.
"Hey! Get back here!" said the man on the left, whose gray headphones were almost disguised from whatever hair he still had.
"Yeah, what he said! You shan't escape us!" said the other, whose remainder of hair was the shade on the teenager's.
The teen was eventually led into dead end. His brown skin was covered in his sweat. He sighed, and attempted to rest for a bit. He calmed down, and turned around, knowing he'd have to face up against his pursuers. He tried to remember how he got into this situation, but his time to think was interrupted by…
"Hah! We have you now!" yelled both of the men, as they threw a small, red and white colored ball on to the hard pavement.
The balls opened, and a stream of light poured out. Something started to appear through the light, and the teen was hardly impressed at all.
"Great. You're gonna use those li'l monsters called 'Pokémon', am I right?" question the adolescent, with a rather sarcastic tone. He saw the form of the pokémon he was talking about, the form of a black dog, with skulls on its back as if it were armor. Both of their ears twitched, as they growled in a low tone.
"Shut it, William!" yelled the man at the left. He seemed to be easily aggravated, and his expression changed to a fierce gladiator, but his partner eased him.
"William, you took the Snag Machine, didn't you?" said the right-sided grunt, with a voice that sounded as calm as the sound of waves of the sea.
"Uh… I only touched the thing. The alarm went off, and it kinda disappeared." replied William, whose arms were crossed on his body.
"He's lying!" yelled the left-sided man, as he immediately commanded his own pokémon to unleash a technique.
You see, in this world, many humans use these creatures called Pokémon often for battle. It is a general sport that both children and adults spend their time doing out of fun. Who would not want to use their cherish partners in a fun game?
It is rare, however, that a pokémon would ever strike a human, under any circumstances. In today's society, it is nearly a hushed taboo for pokémon to attack humans, and is quite strange for such events to happen.
William somewhat foresee this event, as he leapt over the flames that rushed forth from the two dog-like pokémon. Heh… They fell for it, thought William in his mind, as he managed to dash away from the creature's flames, and pounced on the man on his right. "Heh! How are you gonna attack me now?!" he proclaimed.
The man with the grey headphones backed off, as his black little dog pokémon growled under his breath. "Tch! You win this round!"
William dusted himself, and dashed off, through the city. It was looming towards night, and his already low vitality diminished quickly. I want to live, he thought, but his legs felt like they were on fire, and he could not move them. He eventually collapsed, after running at least a block, and seemed to be in such pain…
---
… In a rusty cell in a jail room, did bark a yell from the dark. A question about where the person was, and why.
"Great. I don't even know what happened, but I'm in my same clothes…" William started, still annoyed at his situation. He laid down on what he left was the bed, and just stared at the ceiling, annoyed with his problem.
A sound emerged. At first, William did not pay attention to it. He was still watching the ceiling, staring at its bleak gray color. After a minute, the sound emerged again, but much louder. Eventually, William dared to find out what the sound was, and started walking to where it originated.
A booming cry woke forth, and William was pushed back into the opposite wall. He felt as if blood was rushing towards his back, but he struggled, and managed to get his hands onto the ground, and crawled towards the hole. Someone's voice started to speak.
"Do you wish to escape?" it boomed, with a hint of wisdom.
"Uh… Who are you?" William questioned, completely puzzled by the situation he was in.
"A person, with a proposition for you. Would you want to escape, or rot?" the voice answered, with a blunt tone.
William contemplated about the strange offer. If he refused, he would surely die in jail, as the voice said. But, why would anyone care about a cellmate in jail? "You got a deal," he answered hesitantly.
Rolled out from the hole, was a ball. William quickly recognized it as a pokémon, but could not recall its name. It was colored the same as the balls that the other adults had from before.
"Voltorb!" the voice cried, "Explosion!"
The pokémon lit up in a glow of white, and William jumped back at the first moment possible. He knew what explosion meant; wouldn't anyone else?
Soon, the pokémon unleashed a tremendous amount of energy at one time, with the exchange of its own vitality, and broke down not just the bars, but also most of the walls in front.
When William got up, he saw that there were guards already at the scene. They had their nightsticks at the ready in their arms and were ready to knock William to sleep. Apparently, the guards here were rather diligent with their jobs.
William, however, could only grin when he saw them. It's strange, but… When William's mind is focused on fighting, an odd side of him rises to the surface. A side that desired and loved the entertainment that came with throwing a few punches and jabs.
William leapt, as if he were a feral wolf, and struck the guards with his fists and his feet. The left took a beating in the form of many, many blinding punches to the gut, while his partner was shoved away with a square tackle in his own gut.
God, this is how I would've been if I said no to that guy? He thought, finding it silly how he doubted the old man upon retrospect, but realized he was at another dead end.
The dead end itself was in the form of a large man, muscle-bound, and had a wild, brown mustache. His eyes stared, and pierced straight into William's heart. "So… You're the one who defeated my grunts, eh?" he started, and paced in his dark boots, as his long, rough 'n dirty pants started to make a scratching sound, "Well… I am Gonzap. And I am not allowing you to leave this facility."
"Well… I'm leavin', whether you like it or not!" William exclaimed, and he dived under Gonzap's legs. He ran, so far away, just like Bowling for Soup's single.
He jumped past trashcans, as they eventually met their downfall by Gonzap's immense rage, as his red jacket flew open, revealing his nicely cut chest. William knew his terrible running ability, so he devised a plan, however silly it sound in his head. He opened up a random shop building, and flipped the sign to "Closed".
Even though Gonzap was powerful, he was not very bright. People do wonder if he was actually successful at anything, considering how he saw the shop, but… He only noticed the "Closed" sign, and didn't suspect William would go into hiding for any reason. He just couldn't picture William with that character, or anyone, for that matter.
William peered out, and when he saw that it was safe, he walked out, quietly… But was sprung up by a brown-haired young man. The curly locks he had gave him a casual look, that fact bolstered from his "Casual Fridays" engineer wear, red tie, and his long beige slacks.
"Hello! The name's Bill!" the person said, extending his hand out to William. Apparently, he believed that William tried to bump into him.
"Uh…" was all William could manage, he did not seem used to surprise greetings.
"You kno', you should come to my house 'n meet my parents!" Bill finished, and walked William to his house, on the other side of city, despite the fact William was reluctant to go.
Bill's house looked similar to many of the houses in the city, which were all colored in a gold hue. William kept imagining Bill's family talking in the same matter he does: a family of casual-wearing hicks with that weird funny accent.
Instead, the thought was proven incorrect. Bill's family was actually rather polite and cheerful. However, in the back of William's mind, he left as if there was an inconsistency somewhere with Bill's parents.
"Hi! You must be Bill's friend, William, right?" said an older woman, which William assumed was Bill's mother. She was wearing a yellow dress, with violet flowers decorated on to it. As well, she gave an air of calm and serenity.
Wow, this is unbelievable, William thought. Bill's dad was in a lab coat, sitting silently at the dinner table, showing off his long jeans on the table. Even from seeing Bill's parents, William still had a nagging feeling that there was an oddity in the room.
While Bill's mother stepped out of the living room to William assumed would be the kitchen to cook up dinner, a young girl poked William's arm with a black variant of the balls the two pursuers of him had.
"Here. My brother calls it an Eevee," she said, with a timid tone. One may assume that she was Bill's sister, judging from her young age, and also the fact that she did appear to live in Bill's home.
"Uh… I don't 'do' pokémon, sorry." William replied, trying to be sincere without showing off his sweatdrop.
"But don't cha know, William?" interrupted Bill, with his odd accent, "This Eevee is a special pokémon. It could evolve into seven different forms!"
"I stand by what I said." William felt adamant about the problem.
"Take it, it'll serve you well."
"Why are you trying to give me a free pokémon?"
"It's not like they're going anywhere." Bill shrugged his shoulders. "You don't seem the type to harm people, and I think that this Eevee would be a nice addition to anyone's party."
William remembered the term party from somewhere. He believed it had something to do with the number of pokémon a person could have with him at one time.
Bill placed the small ball into William's hand, and showed him to another room, which was filled with clothes of all sorts. After about an hour, William was dressed in new clothes, a black t-shirt, khaki shorts, and wore his signature black shoes, clean and fresh.
William eventually left, and said bye to Bill, despite considering deep in his head a weird person. All that was in William's head at the moment was why did he even receive a pokémon from Bill's family in the first place. Was it free for every person who comes into the city, or did Bill really believe in him?
After chucking at how one of the friendlier people he met on this day had a name similar to his own, he tried to figure out where to go in this large city.
He assumed, from the color of most of the buildings, that he was currently in Goldenrod City, a city known for its casino, its mall, and even how large and glorified its own Pokémon Center was.
This was when William thought, what's there to lose about going to a little building that was pretty much a cheap hotel? In his mind, a free stay at a place is a great thing to not pass up.
Upon entering, the teenager already left a lump of depression on his back. Most of the passerby had one thing on their mind: Pokémon. He had on his left discussion about the tactics and strategies in battling, while on his right, how to groom them, and make their fur shine. After walking a bit, he saw that a nurse was walking towards him, and, with a smile, sweetly started a conversation.
Oh? Are you new here, young man? You appear foreign." she said, with a hint of grace.
"Are you saying that because of my black skin?" replied William, not knowing the rudeness of his statement.
"Hm! I bet you have a mangy pokémon, too, am I right?" it seemed apparent that the nurse' attitude flipped as gracefully as a flip of a coin
William shrugged his shoulders, threw down the black and gold ball. It released out a snow white fox, known by many trainers as an Eevee.
"Oh! It's SOO cute! It's even shiny! You must be a master breeder to raise this, huh?" exclaimed the nurse, in complete awe of William's Eevee. "Oh! Did you give it a nickname? It's a cute one, right?"
William stared at the little fox. Then looked at the nurse. Her pink dress was only overshadowed by her charming smile, and cheery disposition. He even saw the nameplate that said, 'Joy'.
"Uh… It's name… Is…" William began, and started to think. Nurse Joy started to run inpatient after a minute, and at that moment… He thought of the perfect name "It's called Berri." he finished at the nick of time.
"It's such a cute nickname! Come on, I'll show you to your room." she said, with a cheery grace.
William saw that the Pokémon Center was mostly colored in strawberry and vanilla colors, which he thought was… Rather childish. But, he remembered that most trainers start at the age of ten, which one could be satisfied with that as an excuse.
Eventually, he was in his own room. Rather small and quaint, like a hospital room. He noticed that there was also a bag in the room. … Is it me, or does this place just happen to have everything a trainer would want…
He jumped on the bed, and laid there, staring at the ceiling in deep-thought. … The door's locked, good, he sighed. Hasn't it been a long while since I associated myself with pokémon?
After a few minutes of contemplation, he actually went ahead and unzipped the top zipper of the bag, not considering if the room he was in could possibly be someone's else room. By logic, if he were to be in someone's room, that one person would've already tried to sneak their bag back, right? Not that he really cared about it, it just seemed strange that a nurse would let a person stay in a room that has not been cleaned completely out yet, and the room itself smelled and looked nice, evident from how many of the surfaces in the room gave off a polished glow.
The bag itself revealed many of what people say are considered to be the trainer's essentials, which included: A Pokétch (A watch that uses different applications to help trainers), a VS Seeker (To challenge old trainers), and a PokéNav (A… map?)
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Eventually, after William placed his clothes into the washroom's hamper, left his Eevee's small black and gold ball on the sink table, ran some water, and got into the tub.
After a while, he started to drift asleep, and thought about his life. He felt that it was for the most part… Dull. No matter what he learned, he went at it with a peculiar innocence, and generally put 100% into everything he did without thinking about the consequences of these actions.
Pokémon were strange to him. He felt that their use all the way back in the long history of the world was only to be just like tools for humans, tools that required little effort to use. The concept… It just seemed so odd and silly. Where there actually unbiased legends about pokémon being… Equal? Or at least treated in a manner that seemed to give them dignity?
His thoughts moved on to trainers in general. … Back in, did I really want to be a trainer? William remembered how his parents weren't into battling or any type of pokémon career at all. Really, the only thing related to pokémon his family had was a pet, a pet he remembered very clearly by the name of Rukia.
Before he had a chance to reminisce, someone woke him from his dream-like stream of consciousness. The voice sounded like an aging man.
"Hello, William." said that old man, with brown hair that was starting to grey, which seemed evident anyway from his facial appearance. He wore a lab coat, just like Bill's father, and seemed to be staring at William's body.
William yelled out a scream. "Who the hell are you?" he stared,
"Calm down. I'm not a pedophile, I ju-"
"Yeeah, you're the old man with the guilty conscience about it." interrupted William, he went on to say, "Then who really are you?"
"I'm the authority of the Pokémon World, Professor Oak."
"Oh… kay. Why the hell are you in the washroom? I mean… A guy can't take a bath, while there's another guy, you know…" William used his fingers as emphasis, moving them back in forth into a water wheel sign, "Watching? Isn't that kinda uncomfortable in your head?"
"Well… I wanted to explain something to you."
"… You go into people's rooms, and 'lecture' them about 'Pocket Monsters'?" remarked William.
"Well, I WAS going to give you this PokéDex, but seeing as you know everything about Pokémon…"
"Yeah. I say I do."
"Then… Pray tell…" Oak began, and lifted Berri's ball, "What is this Poké Ball called?"
"Uh… A Poké Ball that's black and gold?"
Oak chuckled. He put back Berri's ball on the sink, and laid a small pamphlet and a strange black device on the same counter.
"With those… You could travel the world, and get to know the various species of pokémon. Sounds exciting, right?"
"Meh." William sighed.
Oak left the room, and William sunk back into the tub.
"What the hell did I get into from going into that building? Heck, would I be at peace if I just stayed where I was back at the junkyard?"
"Oh! You wanted something from me?" Oak asked after re-entering the washroom.
"Get the **** out!" William exclaimed, still agitated at how an old man just randomly waltzed into a locked room unannounced.
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It was finally night, and William was still up. He was reading that small pamphlet Oak had given him, and learned a few things.
"So… Berri's in a Luxury Ball. Heh." he commented, and kept reading on. He finally fell asleep after some time, not knowing the adventure he will have, from his boring, unattractive life.
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Lesson 2 - Brand New Morning
William woke up with a yawn. He was still in the same room he was last night. Same strawberry and vanilla colored scheme, and his Luxury Ball was right on the desk next to him. That one ball contained his only pokémon, Berri, which was a shiny Eevee to the nurse he met last night.
He lifted up his Luxury Ball, and pressed the grey button in the middle. A stream of light flashed, and hit the floor. Soon, his small fox pokémon, Berri, came to reality.
"Hm… You're a girl, right?" William asked, already in his inquisitive style.
The small fox pokémon nodded its head in excitement, much to William's disappointment.
Normally, I would've been scratched, slapped, or even bitten for asking a rude question like that, thought William in his head, still thinking in the same mentality.
He immediately slapped Berri, which she simply started to pour out tears from her eyes. Annoyed, he pulled out his manual he received from Professor Oak (Which he still believed was a pervert) and started trying to figure out ways to anger a pokémon.
This manual, however, seems to answer questions in the most peculiar way. It seems to… 'Speak' to the person, as if it knew the question being spoken towards it.
It said on one of its pages, 'In order to piss a naïveté like your pokémon Eevee, it is always a good idea to poke it with a pencil of some sort.'
"… Are you kiddin' me?" William replied, annoyed by his manual.
'Yes.' one of the pages said.
William sighed, gave up on messing with his small pokémon, and returned it into its Luxury Ball. After a brief 10 minutes, he was prepared to leave the small Pokémon Center, with his day clothes on, being a black T-shirt, light blue shorts, black shoes, and his Pokétch on his right wrist.
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William looked around, at all the golden buildings this city had to offer. He finally realized that he had no idea where he was. He pulled out his PokéNav, which was hidden under his shirt, right on his right pant area. He grabbed it, flipped up the screen, and saw an image of a green shape, with red dots randomly scattered across.
"… How the HELL am I supposed to read this?!" he yelled, and some random passerby started to look at him with a puzzled appearance. William then started pressing random buttons on the copper device, until one of them seemed to change the image, into a much less magnified map of the region he was in, which was Johto.
"Oh awesome. I could push this button… And it changes the map's layout." William said, in complete awe at the PokéNav's button. Eventually, he got tired of its appeal, and set it to display the city's name, and a clear view of the region.
"Hm. I'm in Goldenrod City." he stated, and started to giggle a bit at the name. He did hear a small tune, though. Somewhat quiet, but a jolly tune, it was. He started to follow it, and he heard this:
Tatoe hi no naka Mizu no naka Kusa no naka Mori no naka, all in a young girl's voice.
William finally saw that the music originated from a large, wire-covered tower. The tower was built five stories, and there were large sattelites on top of its roost. William was also disappointed that there was already a large crowd surrounding his small discovery. He shrugged his shoulders, and went off to the south, hoping to find something much more valuable.
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William made his way to Route 34, a small, but somewhat natural road, leading to… Well, somewhere interesting, for William's sake. He eventually came across a small house, with what he assumed was a farm.
"Hello, young man." said a senior citizen, whom wore a blue suit, long khaki pants, and held a brown cane. He seemed to have a stern look in his eyes.
"Uh… Hello?" William replied, and was rather uncomfortable, since the old man appeared from arbitrary nowhere.
"Now, this is the Daycare Center. We raise the precious pokémon of trainers." the old man started, and went on, "Now, sometimes, we find an egg here, but me and my wife never quite figured out how they get there."
At this point, William just HAD to say something. He could not find a plausible reason for not knowing how an egg would appear.
"Now, the trainers leave TWO pokémon here, right?" he said.
"Yes, one male, and another, a female," the elder replied.
"Uh… And HOW do you not notice what they're doing?"
"How should I know?! I go to the bathroom! I might even need to go inside so that way I don't miss my radio dramas! What do you want from me?!"
"Well, I want to know when my pokémon are having their way with each other or not without having an old man NOT knowing what my pokémon are doing. I mean, this is a DAYCARE Center for effing sakes!"
"Well, you can take this Odd Egg I found, and leave!"
"I'll be glad to!"
"Good-bye, and come again!" the old man replied happily, and waved as William walked off.
William grabbed one of his spare Poké Balls, and hit the egg with it. The egg converted into energy, and with a red beam, was absorbed into the ball. William yawned, and looked in disbelief. He seemed to have lost his way in the long route. He whipped out his manual, and looked for guidance.
'Catch a pokémon in the tall grass,' was all it said.
William spied a small patch of grass, and started doing a few leg stretches. After his small exercise run, he bolted straight through the grass. Faster, faster he went, until he tripped! He fell face first into the ground. He got up, spat out some dirt and grass, and checked behind him.
He saw a small bat pokémon the ground, with an injured left claw. This pokémon, however, was rather tenacious. It got up quickly, pointed its right claw straight at William, and started yelling intelligible cries. William took it as a challenge, and started to spin his right arm.
"Heh. Wanna play?" he said, with his eyes already gleaming that same bloodlust he had when the guards from yesterday wanted to catch him, a wild look only a wolf would know.
The bat pokémon flew at him, and aimed its right claw straight at William.
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William triumphantly held up his bat, too weak to go on. The young teen was hardly injured at all, just small scratches around his person. His manual flew out from his right pocket, and it was open to a page that stated, 'Trainers are not the ones who are supposed to battle pokémon, it's supposed to be Pokémon vs. Pokémon!'
William chuckled to himself, pressed his second Poké Ball on top of his new pokémon, which he found out was called a 'Gligar', and it was sent inside it.
"Hey! There's William, boss!" said a familiar tone.
William did a double take, got up, and saw that the same bandits from yesterday were back to; chances are, take William back to jail.
"Gah! Not you guys!" William yelled out, and noticed that the two grunts had someone behind them.
This man pushed the two other grunts out the way, and was revealed to be wearing a silver breastplate, a red scarf across the neck, platinum leg armor, and silver gloves. He roared and threw a Poké Ball.
A stream of blue light emerged, a large black dog came out, and it growled with an intense pressure.
"Heh. I guess the trainer catches pokémon that acts exactly like them," giggles William, with a cheery pleasure.
"Heh! But this time, there's no way you will win!" yelled the gray-haired grunt, smiling at their penultimate victory.
"You said it, partner. No one has beaten Dan in battle!" said the black-haired grunt, also jeering with his partner.
The armor-clad, muscle-bound giant simply bellowed out a roar, and beat his chest multiple times, as if he was a gorilla. His demeanor made it seem he was born to fight, just like William whenever he was challenged.
William pulled out his PokéDex from his left pocket, and pressed a button on the side.
The PokéDex's screen flipped up, and an image appeared when William pointed its black sensor bar at the dog. It also played a message:
'It chases down prey in a pack. It will never disobey the commands of a skilled trainer.'
"Hm…" William yawned, "This guy's supposed to be skilled? Interesting." He put his PokéDex back into his left pocket, grabbed his Luxury Ball from his right, and threw it at the ground. Soon, Berri came out of the light, cheery as always, much to William's disappointment.
"Hah! That's what you call a pokémon?! An Eevee?!" chuckled the gray-haired man.
"At least he knows what he's doing for once." sneered the black-haired man.
William crouched down towards Berri, and said only one statement, "If you do not follow all of my commands, you're Mightyena chow. Got it? Good."
Berri only made a small blush, and her eyes widen. It is to be assumed that it was scared that it would not follow its trainer's orders to the letter.
William finally stood up, and pointed his finger straight at Dan's chest. "You are going bye-bye, bish!" he yelled out with a fiery spirit, his eyes gleaming that familiar wolf's charm.
"Dude… What's he sayin'?" the gray-haired peon said.
"Um… I think he's gay." The black-haired peon replied.
"Makes sense."
"Shadow Ball!" yelled Dan, with his immensely deep voice, which scared everyone within a 3-yard radius, and his Mightyena obliged. Suddenly, clouds of darkness started to spin and form around the mouth of the black dog, and it growled deeply.
"Berri, simply run forward, and tackle it, sort of like a football player." William said, with a calm and sleepy tone.
Berri stared at her trainer, surprised by an order, and looked at the Mightyena. The Mightyena's sphere was nearly charged, and she could not figure out why her trainer would want it to take a hit like that. But, she remembered William's threat, and hesitantly ran at Mightyena.
"What?! He makin' his Eevee RUN at Mightyena?!" exclaimed the gray-haired man, completely confounded.
Dan smiled, and chuckled at William's so-found logic. He thought the game was already won, and William was just forfeiting.
The Mightyena unleashed its heavy, dark ball straight at the small Eevee, but Berri kept moving, regardless. Her spirit was with William's decision, no matter how unenthusiastic he was about the battle.
William, however, was actually excited inside. You see, his face does not truly show his emotions, and he often appears sad when he is actually happy, or even angry with someone. It is as if his face has become a permanent frown. He was used to being ridiculed so much, that he did not care for his face's appearance. Perhaps this is why he seems to be bored and has no zest in his life?
Now, the Shadow Ball DID hit Berri, but there was a slight surprise: Berri seemed to go through the sphere, as if the sphere was made out of, nothing.
Dan and both of the peons' mouth became agape. William started to chuckle. "That is why, my friends," he started, and Berri went into a tackle on Mightyena's head, "I win, and you will always lose to someone like me." he finished, smiling at his knowledge of pokémon types.
"All night, I was studying this," he went back on, and pulled out his manual from his right pocket. Berri started to do more tackles against Mightyena, that it had trouble blocking them with its claws.
"A book?" said the gray-haired man, confused by William's knowledge.
"You see, Shadow Ball is a Ghost type technique. My Eevee, Berri, is a Normal type. The move does not affect Berri, in this case. Oh, and you lost." William said, and pointed out that Berri delivered a finishing Tackle against Mightyena, straight in its stomach.
Dan's mouth stood ajar, while William returned Berri into its Luxury Ball. He started grunt, then exploded into a frenzied rage, like a great ape.
William smiled, and tripped the armored man's legs as Dan stampeded towards him. Dan fell face-first into the mud, and the peons at first wanted to chuckle, but instead ran off, leaving some amounts of money behind. William walked over, took the bills, and finally ran off, towards the gate, not just going to the next town, but away from Dan when he wakes up.
William woke up with a yawn. He was still in the same room he was last night. Same strawberry and vanilla colored scheme, and his Luxury Ball was right on the desk next to him. That one ball contained his only pokémon, Berri, which was a shiny Eevee to the nurse he met last night.
He lifted up his Luxury Ball, and pressed the grey button in the middle. A stream of light flashed, and hit the floor. Soon, his small fox pokémon, Berri, came to reality.
"Hm… You're a girl, right?" William asked, already in his inquisitive style.
The small fox pokémon nodded its head in excitement, much to William's disappointment.
Normally, I would've been scratched, slapped, or even bitten for asking a rude question like that, thought William in his head, still thinking in the same mentality.
He immediately slapped Berri, which she simply started to pour out tears from her eyes. Annoyed, he pulled out his manual he received from Professor Oak (Which he still believed was a pervert) and started trying to figure out ways to anger a pokémon.
This manual, however, seems to answer questions in the most peculiar way. It seems to… 'Speak' to the person, as if it knew the question being spoken towards it.
It said on one of its pages, 'In order to piss a naïveté like your pokémon Eevee, it is always a good idea to poke it with a pencil of some sort.'
"… Are you kiddin' me?" William replied, annoyed by his manual.
'Yes.' one of the pages said.
William sighed, gave up on messing with his small pokémon, and returned it into its Luxury Ball. After a brief 10 minutes, he was prepared to leave the small Pokémon Center, with his day clothes on, being a black T-shirt, light blue shorts, black shoes, and his Pokétch on his right wrist.
---
William looked around, at all the golden buildings this city had to offer. He finally realized that he had no idea where he was. He pulled out his PokéNav, which was hidden under his shirt, right on his right pant area. He grabbed it, flipped up the screen, and saw an image of a green shape, with red dots randomly scattered across.
"… How the HELL am I supposed to read this?!" he yelled, and some random passerby started to look at him with a puzzled appearance. William then started pressing random buttons on the copper device, until one of them seemed to change the image, into a much less magnified map of the region he was in, which was Johto.
"Oh awesome. I could push this button… And it changes the map's layout." William said, in complete awe at the PokéNav's button. Eventually, he got tired of its appeal, and set it to display the city's name, and a clear view of the region.
"Hm. I'm in Goldenrod City." he stated, and started to giggle a bit at the name. He did hear a small tune, though. Somewhat quiet, but a jolly tune, it was. He started to follow it, and he heard this:
Tatoe hi no naka Mizu no naka Kusa no naka Mori no naka, all in a young girl's voice.
William finally saw that the music originated from a large, wire-covered tower. The tower was built five stories, and there were large sattelites on top of its roost. William was also disappointed that there was already a large crowd surrounding his small discovery. He shrugged his shoulders, and went off to the south, hoping to find something much more valuable.
---
William made his way to Route 34, a small, but somewhat natural road, leading to… Well, somewhere interesting, for William's sake. He eventually came across a small house, with what he assumed was a farm.
"Hello, young man." said a senior citizen, whom wore a blue suit, long khaki pants, and held a brown cane. He seemed to have a stern look in his eyes.
"Uh… Hello?" William replied, and was rather uncomfortable, since the old man appeared from arbitrary nowhere.
"Now, this is the Daycare Center. We raise the precious pokémon of trainers." the old man started, and went on, "Now, sometimes, we find an egg here, but me and my wife never quite figured out how they get there."
At this point, William just HAD to say something. He could not find a plausible reason for not knowing how an egg would appear.
"Now, the trainers leave TWO pokémon here, right?" he said.
"Yes, one male, and another, a female," the elder replied.
"Uh… And HOW do you not notice what they're doing?"
"How should I know?! I go to the bathroom! I might even need to go inside so that way I don't miss my radio dramas! What do you want from me?!"
"Well, I want to know when my pokémon are having their way with each other or not without having an old man NOT knowing what my pokémon are doing. I mean, this is a DAYCARE Center for effing sakes!"
"Well, you can take this Odd Egg I found, and leave!"
"I'll be glad to!"
"Good-bye, and come again!" the old man replied happily, and waved as William walked off.
William grabbed one of his spare Poké Balls, and hit the egg with it. The egg converted into energy, and with a red beam, was absorbed into the ball. William yawned, and looked in disbelief. He seemed to have lost his way in the long route. He whipped out his manual, and looked for guidance.
'Catch a pokémon in the tall grass,' was all it said.
William spied a small patch of grass, and started doing a few leg stretches. After his small exercise run, he bolted straight through the grass. Faster, faster he went, until he tripped! He fell face first into the ground. He got up, spat out some dirt and grass, and checked behind him.
He saw a small bat pokémon the ground, with an injured left claw. This pokémon, however, was rather tenacious. It got up quickly, pointed its right claw straight at William, and started yelling intelligible cries. William took it as a challenge, and started to spin his right arm.
"Heh. Wanna play?" he said, with his eyes already gleaming that same bloodlust he had when the guards from yesterday wanted to catch him, a wild look only a wolf would know.
The bat pokémon flew at him, and aimed its right claw straight at William.
---
William triumphantly held up his bat, too weak to go on. The young teen was hardly injured at all, just small scratches around his person. His manual flew out from his right pocket, and it was open to a page that stated, 'Trainers are not the ones who are supposed to battle pokémon, it's supposed to be Pokémon vs. Pokémon!'
William chuckled to himself, pressed his second Poké Ball on top of his new pokémon, which he found out was called a 'Gligar', and it was sent inside it.
"Hey! There's William, boss!" said a familiar tone.
William did a double take, got up, and saw that the same bandits from yesterday were back to; chances are, take William back to jail.
"Gah! Not you guys!" William yelled out, and noticed that the two grunts had someone behind them.
This man pushed the two other grunts out the way, and was revealed to be wearing a silver breastplate, a red scarf across the neck, platinum leg armor, and silver gloves. He roared and threw a Poké Ball.
A stream of blue light emerged, a large black dog came out, and it growled with an intense pressure.
"Heh. I guess the trainer catches pokémon that acts exactly like them," giggles William, with a cheery pleasure.
"Heh! But this time, there's no way you will win!" yelled the gray-haired grunt, smiling at their penultimate victory.
"You said it, partner. No one has beaten Dan in battle!" said the black-haired grunt, also jeering with his partner.
The armor-clad, muscle-bound giant simply bellowed out a roar, and beat his chest multiple times, as if he was a gorilla. His demeanor made it seem he was born to fight, just like William whenever he was challenged.
William pulled out his PokéDex from his left pocket, and pressed a button on the side.
The PokéDex's screen flipped up, and an image appeared when William pointed its black sensor bar at the dog. It also played a message:
'It chases down prey in a pack. It will never disobey the commands of a skilled trainer.'
"Hm…" William yawned, "This guy's supposed to be skilled? Interesting." He put his PokéDex back into his left pocket, grabbed his Luxury Ball from his right, and threw it at the ground. Soon, Berri came out of the light, cheery as always, much to William's disappointment.
"Hah! That's what you call a pokémon?! An Eevee?!" chuckled the gray-haired man.
"At least he knows what he's doing for once." sneered the black-haired man.
William crouched down towards Berri, and said only one statement, "If you do not follow all of my commands, you're Mightyena chow. Got it? Good."
Berri only made a small blush, and her eyes widen. It is to be assumed that it was scared that it would not follow its trainer's orders to the letter.
William finally stood up, and pointed his finger straight at Dan's chest. "You are going bye-bye, bish!" he yelled out with a fiery spirit, his eyes gleaming that familiar wolf's charm.
"Dude… What's he sayin'?" the gray-haired peon said.
"Um… I think he's gay." The black-haired peon replied.
"Makes sense."
"Shadow Ball!" yelled Dan, with his immensely deep voice, which scared everyone within a 3-yard radius, and his Mightyena obliged. Suddenly, clouds of darkness started to spin and form around the mouth of the black dog, and it growled deeply.
"Berri, simply run forward, and tackle it, sort of like a football player." William said, with a calm and sleepy tone.
Berri stared at her trainer, surprised by an order, and looked at the Mightyena. The Mightyena's sphere was nearly charged, and she could not figure out why her trainer would want it to take a hit like that. But, she remembered William's threat, and hesitantly ran at Mightyena.
"What?! He makin' his Eevee RUN at Mightyena?!" exclaimed the gray-haired man, completely confounded.
Dan smiled, and chuckled at William's so-found logic. He thought the game was already won, and William was just forfeiting.
The Mightyena unleashed its heavy, dark ball straight at the small Eevee, but Berri kept moving, regardless. Her spirit was with William's decision, no matter how unenthusiastic he was about the battle.
William, however, was actually excited inside. You see, his face does not truly show his emotions, and he often appears sad when he is actually happy, or even angry with someone. It is as if his face has become a permanent frown. He was used to being ridiculed so much, that he did not care for his face's appearance. Perhaps this is why he seems to be bored and has no zest in his life?
Now, the Shadow Ball DID hit Berri, but there was a slight surprise: Berri seemed to go through the sphere, as if the sphere was made out of, nothing.
Dan and both of the peons' mouth became agape. William started to chuckle. "That is why, my friends," he started, and Berri went into a tackle on Mightyena's head, "I win, and you will always lose to someone like me." he finished, smiling at his knowledge of pokémon types.
"All night, I was studying this," he went back on, and pulled out his manual from his right pocket. Berri started to do more tackles against Mightyena, that it had trouble blocking them with its claws.
"A book?" said the gray-haired man, confused by William's knowledge.
"You see, Shadow Ball is a Ghost type technique. My Eevee, Berri, is a Normal type. The move does not affect Berri, in this case. Oh, and you lost." William said, and pointed out that Berri delivered a finishing Tackle against Mightyena, straight in its stomach.
Dan's mouth stood ajar, while William returned Berri into its Luxury Ball. He started grunt, then exploded into a frenzied rage, like a great ape.
William smiled, and tripped the armored man's legs as Dan stampeded towards him. Dan fell face-first into the mud, and the peons at first wanted to chuckle, but instead ran off, leaving some amounts of money behind. William walked over, took the bills, and finally ran off, towards the gate, not just going to the next town, but away from Dan when he wakes up.
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Lesson 3 - Through the Forest, We Go!
It started to get late in the plains of Route 34. Our protagonist, William, has made it to the gate crossing, which, from his PokéNav's direction, would lead him into the Ilex Forest. His puffed-out hair was a bit scraggly, but nothing a good bath will not fix right after he reached Azalea Town.
On the left side of his belt, were three different Poké Balls. The only different-colored one, being a Luxury Ball, contained his shiny Eevee, Berri. The second Poké Ball contained his freshly caught Gligar, whom he named Hiruma. The last Poké Ball held the Odd Egg, an egg given to him by the male of the Daycare Couple. Even with this small collection of pokémon, his opinion upon them as a whole still stands.
… I guess it was sorta cool how Berri literally pulled a move straight out of Eyeshield 21... He supposed for a while that it was no escaping the fact: People and Pokémon were naturally attracted to each other. He nodded at this revelation, considering that, just for a while, he would take care of the pokémon that were traveling with him currently.
As he walked into the front gate, he bumped into a certain girl, a girl that would become one hell of a friend to him.
"Hiya!" greeted the girl, her expression filled with a sunny cheer. She stood at least a foot shorter than him, with her blonde bangs traveling towards her shoulders. A green bandana was tied around her head, as she wore a orange shirt with her black, her tight shorts overshadowed. As well, her sneakers were a light yellow, with white detailing.
"Uh… Hello." replied William, and went through the exit with no trouble at all. After taking a few steps through the forest, he noticed it was dark, as if it were night. He checked his Pokétch, and noticed it was only 1:13 PM.
"What the hell is going on here?!" he exclaimed, and did not notice that the same girl from before was tapping his left shoulder, with a small smile on her face.
"In the Ilex Forest, it seems to always seems to be night, because of the trees, see?" she said, and pointed upwards, which the trees seemed to go into the heavens.
"Oh wow, thanks. I could not go and look in my PokéNav for the answer." William replied sarcastically, annoyed by the fact that someone was following him. He looked around him, and saw nothing that appeared to be a set path. After a sigh, he went along his own path, hopefully leading him out of forest.
Eventually, he found a young boy, who was hitting a tree with his head, as if he was a goat trying to dull its horns. William sweatdropped, and attempted to talk to the seemingly idiotic person.
"Dude, what's the point of hitting your head?"
"Oh. Did you know there's pokémon in trees?" he replied.
"… No. I don't even care ABOUT pokémon."
"Well, I learned this move called Iron Head, and I think this move could knock pokémon out of trees. Do you want your pokémon to learn it?"
"Uh… sure?"
"Then reveal your pokémon, please."
William threw down the first two Poké Balls from his belt, and from them, released Berri and Hiruma, with Berri sitting next to William, trying to be cheerful. While Hiruma started to fly around, as if it did not have a care in the world.
"No, no… Those won't do. I need pokémon that could hit their heads HARD on trees." the boy replied, a bit sad at William's pokémon.
"I bet Hiruma could crack your head open like a walnut using its claws. That's not enough?" William replied, without noticing his change of tone.
"Well, see you, then."
William traveled on his path again, this time slightly curious by the boy's choice of words. … I didn't know people could teach pokémon moves by themselves. All this time, I was under the impression that Pokémon just, I don't know, learn the moves out of thin air.
He eventually made way to what he thought was the center of the forest, and met the same stalker he saw earlier. He attempted to avoid her, trying to hide amongst the trees in the forest, however, he made one error.
The error was in the form of Berri, the pokémon he was entrusted the care of by Bill's sister. The silver fox-like pokémon stepped on a twig while she was following her master, which alerted the attention of the girl to see what made that snapping sound.
"Hello?" she said, trying to figure out why a small pokémon like Berri would rummage around such a large forest.
"I'm serious. How in the hell do we keep meeting each other in this forest?" Annoyed, William started about to leave, dusting off any moss he had on his hands on his shirt. However, what the girl said next did struck a chord to him.
"I dunno. I guess it's because you're trying to stalk moi? I didn't even know you were behind the tree." She rolled her eyes, trying to think of the reason why William talked to her in such a negative manner.
Hiruma came straight out of nowhere, and aimed his claws around the girl's neck. Berri jumped and sat next to William's leg, charmingly rubbing it as if she were a loyal pet.
"You see, I don't like being followed. And, I find to be a bit suspicious that we've met thrice in the same da-, no hour." William's voice turned hoarse, as if he was trying to impersonate the film noir genre, his voice close to Don Corleone's.
The girl started to squirm, and tried to fight Hiruma off. Nevertheless, Hiruma's appendages had the girl's neck, and wanted to slice her in two immediately.
"If I may, can I at least know what's your name?" William said, in a mafia-styled demeanor.
"It's Stephanie. But my friends call me Steph." she replied, sweating because of the sudden depression of the conversation.
"My name's William and, well… I have no nicknames, I'm afraid." William sighed, and twirled his wrist. Hiruma nodded, and flew over to William's shoulder, which, at that point, William pressed Berri's and Hiruma's Poké Balls that were on his belt, and allowed them to return back.
After that, he turned towards Stephie, and asked, "So why are you following me, Stephie?"
"Uh… Well…" she began, and started to blush slightly.
If she says it's because she likes me, I'll bite her on the spot, William thought, with his face still in its neutral frown position.
"Um… Don't you know that it's better to make friends, us trainers? I mean, we could go exploring together, and I've heard that it would be twice the fu-" she was interrupted by William's hand, which was covering her mouth.
"And… Why me? I don't even care for these damn creatures. All I see them as are small pointless conveniences, similar to robots. They're only purpose is to allow me to travel this land, and hopefully find something that will shake away this boredom I have. Alas, my opinion still stands for these things. I can't figure out why someone would want to train them…"
Stephie out-right made a quick jab using her right fist at William, which he quickly grabbed using his left hand. "You don't know what you're talking about! Why are you ranting at me for!" she yelled.
"I quite frankly do. If I don't care for something, I wouldn't care for it. It's simple logic." William said, "… And you did start this argument, in a way."
"But they could be your friends! Pokémon always give a feeling of happiness!" Steph didn't want to try and argue who started what; She actually wanted to hear William's problem with pokémon.
"Friends that will, eventually, stab me and the back and leave me for death. Nothing stops them from
"What's your bias against them?! Why don't you get rid of the ones you have now?!"
"Again, a simple question. The only way to travel is with these things. When I'm done with them, I'll dispose of them. Easy enough."
Steph then grabbed William's arm. "If that's the case…" she began, and slipped her right hand into her yellow bag that wrapped around her waist, and pulled out a gray device. "We should train together, and I'll help you love pokémon, and you'll help me become stronger., right?" she finished, with a smile.
"First off, I work alone," William's voice seemed to regain its regular tone, "And second, I don't want to be taught how to become a furry, sorry." he replied, and his eyes eventually gazed upon the device Stephie was holding. "What is that thar, anyway?" he pointed.
"This thing? It's called a PokéGear. It works sorta like a cell phone." she said, and started to look away, sad. "I was going to give it to my partner, but…" Tears started to form from her eyes.
William stood there, with Stephie now crying on his chest. He made a blank face, and eventually took the PokéGear from her hand. "If it'll get you to shut up and quit crying on my shirt, I'll tag along with your adventure."
She lit up, and jumped up happily. "Yay! Come on! We have to get to Azalea Town, right?" she happily exclaimed, and tried to pull William's arm.
Yet, he was not as enthusiastic as Stephie. "I'm sorry, but please go on your own. I need to do a bit more exploring here…" he said, and started to wander off through the forest.
Stephie looked back at him, and gunned her arms. "I'll do it! I'm going to become a Pokémon Trainer, with William by my side helping me!" she smiled, and ran off to in the other direction.
---
William found himself lost again, traveling through the forest. It still looked dark, with the trees and their collective moss being enough for the weak-stomached to vomit. He sighed, and eventually turned his eyes to see an yellow blur.
He smiled. "Interesting. Looks as if a pokémon's in the midst." He knew he didn't have his pokémon out currently, so whatever it was, he has to face with his own person.
He walked towards where he saw the blur, through various branches. He knew already that he might get even more lost if he continued on his path, but he did not care. When something sparked his eyes, he really wanted to know what it is, without regard of his safety.
The yellow blur seemed to belong to an yellow weasel that, in William's eyes, was fighting against a small blue wolf cub. He saw that it was time to use his PokéDex, which was sitting in his left pocket. He aimed it at first the blue pokémon.
Shinx, the Flash Pokémon. All of its fur dazzles if danger is sensed. It flees while the foe is momentarily blinded. Its forelegs have a muscle-based system of generating electricity. Its body shines if it's endangered.
Hm…, William thought, it seems to dislike fighting, as if it were a timid coward. Yet, it was actually putting up a good fight against that weasel. He then aimed his PokéDex at the yellow weasel, curious to see what it actually was. The weasel itself was already about to chop the Shinx' head.
Buizel, the Sea Weasel Pokémon. It has a floatation sac that is like an inflatable collar. It floats on water with its head out. It swims by rotating its two tails like a screw. When it dives, its flotation sac collapses.
And a pokémon that acts like Miles Prowler? Heh. William then walked towards them, while the Shinx was busy tackling the Buizel away into a tree.
"Both of you, quit it." William said, and noted that both of them did not take quite a liking to his person. "What is wrong with both of you?"
The Shinx and the Buizel pointed towards a tree, moss-covered and with a few weeds surrounding it. But, on closer inspection, there was a small fruit in the tree.
William pulled out his manual, which said that fruit was known as an Oran Berry, and is a very delectable snack for humans and pokémon alike.
He sweatdropped. "You were fighting over a berry?" he said, with a firm tone.
Both pokémon looked down, sad about themselves. William also noted that Shinx had a lot of dark fur on its hind legs, and the Buizel had one cream-colored spot on its back.
"How about this: I'll get the berry for you if you tag along with me. Sounds good?"
The pokémon nodded their heads, and happily jumped towards William, which he had two Poké Balls already in his hands.
"Two pokémon for me, and a berry I need to get." he said, surprised at how easy it was to capture pokémon. "I wonder why in most comics I read of trainer's adventures, it took them forever to get even three pokémon…"
He walked over to the tree, and picked around it. From his search, he pulled out first a bag, which looked to be used for mainly gathering fruit. Finally, he grabbed the berry, and plucked it.
"All right…" he began, "Why the hell was there a bag in the tree again?" He shrugged, knowing there was no one that can possibly answer his question. He put the poké balls that were in one of his hands on his belt, and placed the berry into the bag he found.
I do wonder what that berry is, though… His thoughts were answered almost immediately by his PokéDex.
Oran Berry, a Super Hard berry. Nature's gifts came together as one in this Berry. It has a wondrous mix of flavors that spread in the mouth. Oran Berries grow in half a day.
He placed the bag itself in his book bag, and flipped it on his back. Sastified with his answer, he then went out to find his new "companion", Steph.
After a long, uneventful walk, he found the gate, which said it led to Azalea Town. He opened the door, and saw multiple people on the floor, singed and burned, evident from their tanned skin and charred clothes.
He ran towards them, and asked whether they were okay or not. They did not answer. His eyes started to tear up, but made sure not to. Can't stop now, I need to fix whatever fire's going on near them…
He ran out the exit, and saw just one thing. Buildings under fire, the citizens of what he assumed was the city running in panic.
As he tried to find some way to put out the fiery sea, he spied Steph trying to soak out the fire with a seagull-like pokémon.
"William! I don't know what happened b-"
"Stephie. I know you do not know what's going on. But, I'll fight with you, and take on whatever antagonist stands in my way." William interrupted, and threw down a Poké Ball. Hiruma came out, with his eyes shooting first to the left, then the right.
"You actually will help me?" Steph thought it was strange how the person who was a jerk to her was now trying to support her, even if he said that he would be her partner.
"Hiruma, follow me. We need to find the person who started this, " he commanded, as he went off through the town, completely ignoring Steph.
Hiruma loyally followed, as Stephie was left behind in the dust, at first sad that she did not seem much of help, but cast that aside.
"Hmmph! I could set the fires out, and help out anyone who's injured!" she yelled, and her seagull rested on her shoulder. "Peter, use Water Gun!"
The Wingull shot out a stream of water from its mouth, and poured out most of the water from a certain building, which revealed to be a Pokémon Center.
William, however, was having trouble navigating through the engulfed town. "Damn it!" he yelled, as a tree collapsed in his way. "Hiruma, break that tree!"
Hiruma made a salute, flew straight at the tree, and broke it with his claw, as William immediately darted through.
Eventually, he crossed through the town, and saw no one suspicious during his small journey. He sighed, and at the next moment, his neck was at the mercy of someone's arm.
"Heh. Kid, you messed with the wrong person." said a feminine voice, as he was choked to death.
It was said that after 30 seconds, you would first faint if you cannot breathe. But, the area was covered faintly with smoke, which obviously meant this time would go by a lot faster. William was not the type to let himself die so easily, as he quickly kicked up his legs, and dived his body into the ground, which led the person to flip over. After catching his breath, William looked up to see a girl has tried to kill him.
"Who are you?" he breathed, while Hiruma swooped down on his shoulder, surprised at there findings.
It started to get late in the plains of Route 34. Our protagonist, William, has made it to the gate crossing, which, from his PokéNav's direction, would lead him into the Ilex Forest. His puffed-out hair was a bit scraggly, but nothing a good bath will not fix right after he reached Azalea Town.
On the left side of his belt, were three different Poké Balls. The only different-colored one, being a Luxury Ball, contained his shiny Eevee, Berri. The second Poké Ball contained his freshly caught Gligar, whom he named Hiruma. The last Poké Ball held the Odd Egg, an egg given to him by the male of the Daycare Couple. Even with this small collection of pokémon, his opinion upon them as a whole still stands.
… I guess it was sorta cool how Berri literally pulled a move straight out of Eyeshield 21... He supposed for a while that it was no escaping the fact: People and Pokémon were naturally attracted to each other. He nodded at this revelation, considering that, just for a while, he would take care of the pokémon that were traveling with him currently.
As he walked into the front gate, he bumped into a certain girl, a girl that would become one hell of a friend to him.
"Hiya!" greeted the girl, her expression filled with a sunny cheer. She stood at least a foot shorter than him, with her blonde bangs traveling towards her shoulders. A green bandana was tied around her head, as she wore a orange shirt with her black, her tight shorts overshadowed. As well, her sneakers were a light yellow, with white detailing.
"Uh… Hello." replied William, and went through the exit with no trouble at all. After taking a few steps through the forest, he noticed it was dark, as if it were night. He checked his Pokétch, and noticed it was only 1:13 PM.
"What the hell is going on here?!" he exclaimed, and did not notice that the same girl from before was tapping his left shoulder, with a small smile on her face.
"In the Ilex Forest, it seems to always seems to be night, because of the trees, see?" she said, and pointed upwards, which the trees seemed to go into the heavens.
"Oh wow, thanks. I could not go and look in my PokéNav for the answer." William replied sarcastically, annoyed by the fact that someone was following him. He looked around him, and saw nothing that appeared to be a set path. After a sigh, he went along his own path, hopefully leading him out of forest.
Eventually, he found a young boy, who was hitting a tree with his head, as if he was a goat trying to dull its horns. William sweatdropped, and attempted to talk to the seemingly idiotic person.
"Dude, what's the point of hitting your head?"
"Oh. Did you know there's pokémon in trees?" he replied.
"… No. I don't even care ABOUT pokémon."
"Well, I learned this move called Iron Head, and I think this move could knock pokémon out of trees. Do you want your pokémon to learn it?"
"Uh… sure?"
"Then reveal your pokémon, please."
William threw down the first two Poké Balls from his belt, and from them, released Berri and Hiruma, with Berri sitting next to William, trying to be cheerful. While Hiruma started to fly around, as if it did not have a care in the world.
"No, no… Those won't do. I need pokémon that could hit their heads HARD on trees." the boy replied, a bit sad at William's pokémon.
"I bet Hiruma could crack your head open like a walnut using its claws. That's not enough?" William replied, without noticing his change of tone.
"Well, see you, then."
William traveled on his path again, this time slightly curious by the boy's choice of words. … I didn't know people could teach pokémon moves by themselves. All this time, I was under the impression that Pokémon just, I don't know, learn the moves out of thin air.
He eventually made way to what he thought was the center of the forest, and met the same stalker he saw earlier. He attempted to avoid her, trying to hide amongst the trees in the forest, however, he made one error.
The error was in the form of Berri, the pokémon he was entrusted the care of by Bill's sister. The silver fox-like pokémon stepped on a twig while she was following her master, which alerted the attention of the girl to see what made that snapping sound.
"Hello?" she said, trying to figure out why a small pokémon like Berri would rummage around such a large forest.
"I'm serious. How in the hell do we keep meeting each other in this forest?" Annoyed, William started about to leave, dusting off any moss he had on his hands on his shirt. However, what the girl said next did struck a chord to him.
"I dunno. I guess it's because you're trying to stalk moi? I didn't even know you were behind the tree." She rolled her eyes, trying to think of the reason why William talked to her in such a negative manner.
Hiruma came straight out of nowhere, and aimed his claws around the girl's neck. Berri jumped and sat next to William's leg, charmingly rubbing it as if she were a loyal pet.
"You see, I don't like being followed. And, I find to be a bit suspicious that we've met thrice in the same da-, no hour." William's voice turned hoarse, as if he was trying to impersonate the film noir genre, his voice close to Don Corleone's.
The girl started to squirm, and tried to fight Hiruma off. Nevertheless, Hiruma's appendages had the girl's neck, and wanted to slice her in two immediately.
"If I may, can I at least know what's your name?" William said, in a mafia-styled demeanor.
"It's Stephanie. But my friends call me Steph." she replied, sweating because of the sudden depression of the conversation.
"My name's William and, well… I have no nicknames, I'm afraid." William sighed, and twirled his wrist. Hiruma nodded, and flew over to William's shoulder, which, at that point, William pressed Berri's and Hiruma's Poké Balls that were on his belt, and allowed them to return back.
After that, he turned towards Stephie, and asked, "So why are you following me, Stephie?"
"Uh… Well…" she began, and started to blush slightly.
If she says it's because she likes me, I'll bite her on the spot, William thought, with his face still in its neutral frown position.
"Um… Don't you know that it's better to make friends, us trainers? I mean, we could go exploring together, and I've heard that it would be twice the fu-" she was interrupted by William's hand, which was covering her mouth.
"And… Why me? I don't even care for these damn creatures. All I see them as are small pointless conveniences, similar to robots. They're only purpose is to allow me to travel this land, and hopefully find something that will shake away this boredom I have. Alas, my opinion still stands for these things. I can't figure out why someone would want to train them…"
Stephie out-right made a quick jab using her right fist at William, which he quickly grabbed using his left hand. "You don't know what you're talking about! Why are you ranting at me for!" she yelled.
"I quite frankly do. If I don't care for something, I wouldn't care for it. It's simple logic." William said, "… And you did start this argument, in a way."
"But they could be your friends! Pokémon always give a feeling of happiness!" Steph didn't want to try and argue who started what; She actually wanted to hear William's problem with pokémon.
"Friends that will, eventually, stab me and the back and leave me for death. Nothing stops them from
"What's your bias against them?! Why don't you get rid of the ones you have now?!"
"Again, a simple question. The only way to travel is with these things. When I'm done with them, I'll dispose of them. Easy enough."
Steph then grabbed William's arm. "If that's the case…" she began, and slipped her right hand into her yellow bag that wrapped around her waist, and pulled out a gray device. "We should train together, and I'll help you love pokémon, and you'll help me become stronger., right?" she finished, with a smile.
"First off, I work alone," William's voice seemed to regain its regular tone, "And second, I don't want to be taught how to become a furry, sorry." he replied, and his eyes eventually gazed upon the device Stephie was holding. "What is that thar, anyway?" he pointed.
"This thing? It's called a PokéGear. It works sorta like a cell phone." she said, and started to look away, sad. "I was going to give it to my partner, but…" Tears started to form from her eyes.
William stood there, with Stephie now crying on his chest. He made a blank face, and eventually took the PokéGear from her hand. "If it'll get you to shut up and quit crying on my shirt, I'll tag along with your adventure."
She lit up, and jumped up happily. "Yay! Come on! We have to get to Azalea Town, right?" she happily exclaimed, and tried to pull William's arm.
Yet, he was not as enthusiastic as Stephie. "I'm sorry, but please go on your own. I need to do a bit more exploring here…" he said, and started to wander off through the forest.
Stephie looked back at him, and gunned her arms. "I'll do it! I'm going to become a Pokémon Trainer, with William by my side helping me!" she smiled, and ran off to in the other direction.
---
William found himself lost again, traveling through the forest. It still looked dark, with the trees and their collective moss being enough for the weak-stomached to vomit. He sighed, and eventually turned his eyes to see an yellow blur.
He smiled. "Interesting. Looks as if a pokémon's in the midst." He knew he didn't have his pokémon out currently, so whatever it was, he has to face with his own person.
He walked towards where he saw the blur, through various branches. He knew already that he might get even more lost if he continued on his path, but he did not care. When something sparked his eyes, he really wanted to know what it is, without regard of his safety.
The yellow blur seemed to belong to an yellow weasel that, in William's eyes, was fighting against a small blue wolf cub. He saw that it was time to use his PokéDex, which was sitting in his left pocket. He aimed it at first the blue pokémon.
Shinx, the Flash Pokémon. All of its fur dazzles if danger is sensed. It flees while the foe is momentarily blinded. Its forelegs have a muscle-based system of generating electricity. Its body shines if it's endangered.
Hm…, William thought, it seems to dislike fighting, as if it were a timid coward. Yet, it was actually putting up a good fight against that weasel. He then aimed his PokéDex at the yellow weasel, curious to see what it actually was. The weasel itself was already about to chop the Shinx' head.
Buizel, the Sea Weasel Pokémon. It has a floatation sac that is like an inflatable collar. It floats on water with its head out. It swims by rotating its two tails like a screw. When it dives, its flotation sac collapses.
And a pokémon that acts like Miles Prowler? Heh. William then walked towards them, while the Shinx was busy tackling the Buizel away into a tree.
"Both of you, quit it." William said, and noted that both of them did not take quite a liking to his person. "What is wrong with both of you?"
The Shinx and the Buizel pointed towards a tree, moss-covered and with a few weeds surrounding it. But, on closer inspection, there was a small fruit in the tree.
William pulled out his manual, which said that fruit was known as an Oran Berry, and is a very delectable snack for humans and pokémon alike.
He sweatdropped. "You were fighting over a berry?" he said, with a firm tone.
Both pokémon looked down, sad about themselves. William also noted that Shinx had a lot of dark fur on its hind legs, and the Buizel had one cream-colored spot on its back.
"How about this: I'll get the berry for you if you tag along with me. Sounds good?"
The pokémon nodded their heads, and happily jumped towards William, which he had two Poké Balls already in his hands.
"Two pokémon for me, and a berry I need to get." he said, surprised at how easy it was to capture pokémon. "I wonder why in most comics I read of trainer's adventures, it took them forever to get even three pokémon…"
He walked over to the tree, and picked around it. From his search, he pulled out first a bag, which looked to be used for mainly gathering fruit. Finally, he grabbed the berry, and plucked it.
"All right…" he began, "Why the hell was there a bag in the tree again?" He shrugged, knowing there was no one that can possibly answer his question. He put the poké balls that were in one of his hands on his belt, and placed the berry into the bag he found.
I do wonder what that berry is, though… His thoughts were answered almost immediately by his PokéDex.
Oran Berry, a Super Hard berry. Nature's gifts came together as one in this Berry. It has a wondrous mix of flavors that spread in the mouth. Oran Berries grow in half a day.
He placed the bag itself in his book bag, and flipped it on his back. Sastified with his answer, he then went out to find his new "companion", Steph.
After a long, uneventful walk, he found the gate, which said it led to Azalea Town. He opened the door, and saw multiple people on the floor, singed and burned, evident from their tanned skin and charred clothes.
He ran towards them, and asked whether they were okay or not. They did not answer. His eyes started to tear up, but made sure not to. Can't stop now, I need to fix whatever fire's going on near them…
He ran out the exit, and saw just one thing. Buildings under fire, the citizens of what he assumed was the city running in panic.
As he tried to find some way to put out the fiery sea, he spied Steph trying to soak out the fire with a seagull-like pokémon.
"William! I don't know what happened b-"
"Stephie. I know you do not know what's going on. But, I'll fight with you, and take on whatever antagonist stands in my way." William interrupted, and threw down a Poké Ball. Hiruma came out, with his eyes shooting first to the left, then the right.
"You actually will help me?" Steph thought it was strange how the person who was a jerk to her was now trying to support her, even if he said that he would be her partner.
"Hiruma, follow me. We need to find the person who started this, " he commanded, as he went off through the town, completely ignoring Steph.
Hiruma loyally followed, as Stephie was left behind in the dust, at first sad that she did not seem much of help, but cast that aside.
"Hmmph! I could set the fires out, and help out anyone who's injured!" she yelled, and her seagull rested on her shoulder. "Peter, use Water Gun!"
The Wingull shot out a stream of water from its mouth, and poured out most of the water from a certain building, which revealed to be a Pokémon Center.
William, however, was having trouble navigating through the engulfed town. "Damn it!" he yelled, as a tree collapsed in his way. "Hiruma, break that tree!"
Hiruma made a salute, flew straight at the tree, and broke it with his claw, as William immediately darted through.
Eventually, he crossed through the town, and saw no one suspicious during his small journey. He sighed, and at the next moment, his neck was at the mercy of someone's arm.
"Heh. Kid, you messed with the wrong person." said a feminine voice, as he was choked to death.
It was said that after 30 seconds, you would first faint if you cannot breathe. But, the area was covered faintly with smoke, which obviously meant this time would go by a lot faster. William was not the type to let himself die so easily, as he quickly kicked up his legs, and dived his body into the ground, which led the person to flip over. After catching his breath, William looked up to see a girl has tried to kill him.
"Who are you?" he breathed, while Hiruma swooped down on his shoulder, surprised at there findings.
Make sure to review and tell me about any mistakes I've made. Considering my skill, I bet there's quite a few here and there, considering the age of these chapters.