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Note: The first few chapters aren't edited. I have a few mistakes in them so please wait for me to post the edited versions.
History
07/21/04
Chapter 1 edited
Chapter 2 edited
Prologue added
Hello! It's Oni, your favorite Yellow obsessed PC member. Here's my second fanfiction. Don't worry. It's going to be a long one...so, enjoy!
Note: This takes place 15 years after the G/S/C chpaters of Pokemon:Special. Yes this is another Pokemon Special fanfic.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon nor Pokemon: Special. Pokemon Special is written by Hidenari Kusaka and illustrated of MATO (and later Satoshi Yamamoto).
Prologue:
When I was a kid, I used to ask my mom about my dad before I go to sleep. Every night, she would tell me about a trainer with my eyes. The same eyes that saw many battles and endured many hardships. I?d ask my mom what happened to him. But then, she just sang me to sleep. In my dreams, I?d see my father, smiling. I only saw his face once?in a photograph, with my mother, which was taken when they were young. That same face loomed in my dreams every night. The same sharp green eyes and messy dark brown hair?just like mine.
My name is Gary and I?m eleven years old. The day I woke up and became a trainer, my whole life has changed. Everything I knew ever since I was young turned out to be very different that I thought.
This long journey, which I started, was something that I didn?t expect. Along the way, I met friends, enemies, and answers to the very question about my father. Now begins my journey tied by love and friendship.
?Wake up, honey,? My mother?s voice rang inside my head ?You know what day it is today, huh, Gary??
I sat up my bed, pushing away the covers slowly and rubbed my eyes. I tried to remember what day it is. Yesterday was my eleventh birthday. Every trainer in town either stays home or leaves home to start their training. My mother was sitting next to me wearing her usual house wear and an apron.
I was in my blue-checkered pajamas when I replied, ?Mom, I think I want to start my training,?
?Gary,? My mother said as she hugged me. ?I?m so proud of you.?
I rubbed my eyes again as she released me from her embrace.
?Now, if you?re ready, I?ll be downstairs.? She said as she turned. Her long yellow hair flowed behind her.
I quickly stood up and dressed quickly. I went to my bathroom, washed my face and brushed my teeth. Today, I?m going to start my Pok?mon training. Soon, I was dressed with my favorite pair of jeans and boots. I wore my long sleeved purple sweater and I combed my hair in my own style; like my dad?s messy, matted hair. I quickly came down the stairs to meet my mom in the kitchen.
I could smell the sweet aroma of breakfast as I descended down the stairs quickly. As I entered the kitchen, my mother stood there to meet me. She let out one small sigh and embraced me.
?Mom,? I muttered in an annoyed voice. ?Don?t worry, I?ll just be fine.? I then noticed tears coming out of her eyes. ?Mom??
She suddenly released me and wiped her tears off with her apron. ?Sorry,? she said with small sobs. ?You just remind me of your father.? Her voice was cracked and chocked.
?Mom,? I began but she quickly interrupted me.
?No, It?s ok.? She replied in her own voice. ?Breakfast?s ready.?
I looked at her face again, to see her dried tears from her sparkling eyes. I felt very stupid inside denying her love.
~*~*~*~
?Now, be nice to the professor,? My mom said as she straightened my shirt.
?I know mom,? I replied in a very frustrated voice. ?That?s the third time you said me.?
I glanced behind her to see Chuchu, Mom?s Pikachu sleeping lazily in front of the porch. She yawned once then continued sleeping.
?Now, if the Pok?mon looks cool or cute doesn?t mean it?s the right choice, ok?? She said in her lecture voice. She then led me to the door. ?Now, are you sure you have everything??
?Yes, mom, everything?s here.? I was already outside of the doorstep when she stopped me.
?Gary,? She came running to me. ?I want you to have this.? She then handed me some sort of medallion. It was faded and cracked around the edges. I couldn?t make up the colors of the medallion. ?Your father used to wear this when I met him. I?m sure it will help you someday,?
I took the pendant from her hands. ?Thanks, mom.? I said as I hugged her one last time. This was the only part of my father that was close to me.
?It?s okay,? she whispered. ?I know this is hard for me, but I know your father will be proud.? Tears began to flow from her eyes once again.
?Mom, I promise I?ll make you proud.? I said within her tight embrace. She kissed me one last time and waved me goodbye. Deep inside me, I was going to cry. I?m going to miss my mom. I know how she feels every night; I slip away from her grasp.
~*~*~*~
We live in Pallet town, the town where my dad and great-grandfather used to live. Everyone told me that my father used to be the gym leader of Viridian city and my great-grandfather was a well-known scientist. I never remembered seeing my great-grandfather. I guess I was too young.
I walked tirelessly to my great-grandfather?s lab in the outskirts of Pallet town. My aunt and my grandfather?s aid replaced him and continued on his research. I used to go there many times when I was small. My mom and me held hands together as we looked at different Pok?mon in the fields and their habitats. Now, I?m going here one last time to begin my journey.
I knocked at the wooden door twice and waited patiently. Finally, the door opened and there stood my aunt. She was quite tall and beautiful with her long dark brown hair. Her long, white lab coat reached up to her knees. She was wearing a green shirt and jeans inside. My aunt greeted me with a smile that looked similar to my dad?s.
?Come on in, Gary,? she said as she led me into the laboratory.
The walls were filled with many books and graphs. Almost all of the heavy books and graphs were written and made by my great-grandfather. I noticed portraits of my great-grandfather, aunt and my father in one desk.
?My, Gary, is that you?? The professor was behind a stack of papers when he noticed me. He stood up and approached us. ?Look how tall you have grown.?
?Thanks,? I said, a bit blushing.
?Now,? he began. ?So you went here to choose your first Pok?mon eh?? he said.
?Yes, professor.? I replied in a firm voice.
?Okay, follow me.?
My aunt left us as the professor led me to a room where machines were quiet and the wall was painted white. Three Pok?balls are sitting at a table.
?Now,? The Professor began. ?These Pok?balls contain three different Pok?mon. If you choose very wisely, your Pok?mon may win you many battles.? He then let out the three Pok?mon all at once.
The professor threw the three Pok?balls at the same time. The red and white spheres exploded in mid air and out from the smoke, three forms emerged. One green Pok?mon stood on all fours and had a bulb on its back. It wagged its small tail as it looked curiously around the room. The other one was blue turtle Pok?mon with a shell behind its back. It bobbed its head up and down as it looked back at the Professor with an uneasy gaze. The third Pok?mon, was a red lizard Pok?mon with a long tail ending in a flame. It looked at me with utmost curiosity with its docile eyes. It then yawned and approached me. I kneeled down as I patted the Pok?mon?s head, which was full of short, soft, warm fur.
?You seem to like Charmander eh?? said the professor.
?Yeah,? I said as I laughed while picking up the Charmander.
?Gary,? The Professor began. ?Has your mother told you what was your father?s first Pok?mon??
?No professor,? I responded ?Why??
The professor laughed as he kneeled down, examining the Charmander. ?It?s quite a coincidence since Charmander was your father?s first pick.?
~*~*~*~
?Gary, this is a Pok?dex,? The professor then handed me a red, rectangular, plastic book. I pressed a button and it opened. Buttons filled up most of the space alongside with a small monitor screen in the center.
?Your father and his friends had one of these.? He said smiling. ?They used one of the old versions of the Pok?dex to record all the Pok?mon in the world. I know you know a lot of Pok?mon but?I think it?s best that you always have this incase, okay??
I was about to argue that I?m not a kid who doesn?t know a thing about Pok?mon but I stopped myself and just smiled. ?Thanks, professor,?
To Be Continued...
History
07/21/04
Chapter 1 edited
Chapter 2 edited
Prologue added
Hello! It's Oni, your favorite Yellow obsessed PC member. Here's my second fanfiction. Don't worry. It's going to be a long one...so, enjoy!
Note: This takes place 15 years after the G/S/C chpaters of Pokemon:Special. Yes this is another Pokemon Special fanfic.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon nor Pokemon: Special. Pokemon Special is written by Hidenari Kusaka and illustrated of MATO (and later Satoshi Yamamoto).
Ties of Love and Friendship
Prologue:
When I was a kid, I used to ask my mom about my dad before I go to sleep. Every night, she would tell me about a trainer with my eyes. The same eyes that saw many battles and endured many hardships. I?d ask my mom what happened to him. But then, she just sang me to sleep. In my dreams, I?d see my father, smiling. I only saw his face once?in a photograph, with my mother, which was taken when they were young. That same face loomed in my dreams every night. The same sharp green eyes and messy dark brown hair?just like mine.
My name is Gary and I?m eleven years old. The day I woke up and became a trainer, my whole life has changed. Everything I knew ever since I was young turned out to be very different that I thought.
This long journey, which I started, was something that I didn?t expect. Along the way, I met friends, enemies, and answers to the very question about my father. Now begins my journey tied by love and friendship.
Chapter 1: New Beginnings
?Wake up, honey,? My mother?s voice rang inside my head ?You know what day it is today, huh, Gary??
I sat up my bed, pushing away the covers slowly and rubbed my eyes. I tried to remember what day it is. Yesterday was my eleventh birthday. Every trainer in town either stays home or leaves home to start their training. My mother was sitting next to me wearing her usual house wear and an apron.
I was in my blue-checkered pajamas when I replied, ?Mom, I think I want to start my training,?
?Gary,? My mother said as she hugged me. ?I?m so proud of you.?
I rubbed my eyes again as she released me from her embrace.
?Now, if you?re ready, I?ll be downstairs.? She said as she turned. Her long yellow hair flowed behind her.
I quickly stood up and dressed quickly. I went to my bathroom, washed my face and brushed my teeth. Today, I?m going to start my Pok?mon training. Soon, I was dressed with my favorite pair of jeans and boots. I wore my long sleeved purple sweater and I combed my hair in my own style; like my dad?s messy, matted hair. I quickly came down the stairs to meet my mom in the kitchen.
I could smell the sweet aroma of breakfast as I descended down the stairs quickly. As I entered the kitchen, my mother stood there to meet me. She let out one small sigh and embraced me.
?Mom,? I muttered in an annoyed voice. ?Don?t worry, I?ll just be fine.? I then noticed tears coming out of her eyes. ?Mom??
She suddenly released me and wiped her tears off with her apron. ?Sorry,? she said with small sobs. ?You just remind me of your father.? Her voice was cracked and chocked.
?Mom,? I began but she quickly interrupted me.
?No, It?s ok.? She replied in her own voice. ?Breakfast?s ready.?
I looked at her face again, to see her dried tears from her sparkling eyes. I felt very stupid inside denying her love.
~*~*~*~
?Now, be nice to the professor,? My mom said as she straightened my shirt.
?I know mom,? I replied in a very frustrated voice. ?That?s the third time you said me.?
I glanced behind her to see Chuchu, Mom?s Pikachu sleeping lazily in front of the porch. She yawned once then continued sleeping.
?Now, if the Pok?mon looks cool or cute doesn?t mean it?s the right choice, ok?? She said in her lecture voice. She then led me to the door. ?Now, are you sure you have everything??
?Yes, mom, everything?s here.? I was already outside of the doorstep when she stopped me.
?Gary,? She came running to me. ?I want you to have this.? She then handed me some sort of medallion. It was faded and cracked around the edges. I couldn?t make up the colors of the medallion. ?Your father used to wear this when I met him. I?m sure it will help you someday,?
I took the pendant from her hands. ?Thanks, mom.? I said as I hugged her one last time. This was the only part of my father that was close to me.
?It?s okay,? she whispered. ?I know this is hard for me, but I know your father will be proud.? Tears began to flow from her eyes once again.
?Mom, I promise I?ll make you proud.? I said within her tight embrace. She kissed me one last time and waved me goodbye. Deep inside me, I was going to cry. I?m going to miss my mom. I know how she feels every night; I slip away from her grasp.
~*~*~*~
We live in Pallet town, the town where my dad and great-grandfather used to live. Everyone told me that my father used to be the gym leader of Viridian city and my great-grandfather was a well-known scientist. I never remembered seeing my great-grandfather. I guess I was too young.
I walked tirelessly to my great-grandfather?s lab in the outskirts of Pallet town. My aunt and my grandfather?s aid replaced him and continued on his research. I used to go there many times when I was small. My mom and me held hands together as we looked at different Pok?mon in the fields and their habitats. Now, I?m going here one last time to begin my journey.
I knocked at the wooden door twice and waited patiently. Finally, the door opened and there stood my aunt. She was quite tall and beautiful with her long dark brown hair. Her long, white lab coat reached up to her knees. She was wearing a green shirt and jeans inside. My aunt greeted me with a smile that looked similar to my dad?s.
?Come on in, Gary,? she said as she led me into the laboratory.
The walls were filled with many books and graphs. Almost all of the heavy books and graphs were written and made by my great-grandfather. I noticed portraits of my great-grandfather, aunt and my father in one desk.
?My, Gary, is that you?? The professor was behind a stack of papers when he noticed me. He stood up and approached us. ?Look how tall you have grown.?
?Thanks,? I said, a bit blushing.
?Now,? he began. ?So you went here to choose your first Pok?mon eh?? he said.
?Yes, professor.? I replied in a firm voice.
?Okay, follow me.?
My aunt left us as the professor led me to a room where machines were quiet and the wall was painted white. Three Pok?balls are sitting at a table.
?Now,? The Professor began. ?These Pok?balls contain three different Pok?mon. If you choose very wisely, your Pok?mon may win you many battles.? He then let out the three Pok?mon all at once.
The professor threw the three Pok?balls at the same time. The red and white spheres exploded in mid air and out from the smoke, three forms emerged. One green Pok?mon stood on all fours and had a bulb on its back. It wagged its small tail as it looked curiously around the room. The other one was blue turtle Pok?mon with a shell behind its back. It bobbed its head up and down as it looked back at the Professor with an uneasy gaze. The third Pok?mon, was a red lizard Pok?mon with a long tail ending in a flame. It looked at me with utmost curiosity with its docile eyes. It then yawned and approached me. I kneeled down as I patted the Pok?mon?s head, which was full of short, soft, warm fur.
?You seem to like Charmander eh?? said the professor.
?Yeah,? I said as I laughed while picking up the Charmander.
?Gary,? The Professor began. ?Has your mother told you what was your father?s first Pok?mon??
?No professor,? I responded ?Why??
The professor laughed as he kneeled down, examining the Charmander. ?It?s quite a coincidence since Charmander was your father?s first pick.?
~*~*~*~
?Gary, this is a Pok?dex,? The professor then handed me a red, rectangular, plastic book. I pressed a button and it opened. Buttons filled up most of the space alongside with a small monitor screen in the center.
?Your father and his friends had one of these.? He said smiling. ?They used one of the old versions of the Pok?dex to record all the Pok?mon in the world. I know you know a lot of Pok?mon but?I think it?s best that you always have this incase, okay??
I was about to argue that I?m not a kid who doesn?t know a thing about Pok?mon but I stopped myself and just smiled. ?Thanks, professor,?
To Be Continued...
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