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"GET…THE…FUCK…UP! Otherwise, you will be late for your appointment with Professor Heartwood." A young woman, a young promiscuous woman, of the age of thirty sighed. She looked at the small white and brown ferret sleeping next to her. "Furret, do me a favor and go wake up my miserable excuse of a son."
"Fur… Fur… Furret."
The Furret scurried up the stairs. There was a muffled scream and back down came the Furret. With it came Drako.
Drako was about 5'5" and had an athlete's body. Not a bodybuilder, athlete. As in a slightly toned baseball player. He had shoulder-length black hair and wore red-colored contacts. He wore a black ensemble consisting of jeans, a sleeveless* T-shirt, and combat boots. He had a tattoo of a green music note on his neck, and also currently had a bite mark on his cheek.
"Why do you incessantly have Harvey** attack me to wake me up?"
His mother smirked as she looked at him. "You won't wake up any other way. Now get your lazy ass up to the lab."
"Damn whore," he mumbled as he walked out the door, ducking just in time to avoid getting hit on the head with a greasy frying pan.
He strolled through the town on his way up to the lab. For a Pokemon Research facility, it was pretty small. One story, and only about the size of a small restaurant. It was located on a hill in the center of town, so it was a bitch to get to. When he finally got there, he noticed a small crowd around the door. Out of the six people there (hey, I said it was a small crowd didn't I?), he only recognized one. That one person was his best friend Alessa.
"Drako, glad you finally made it. Did Harvey bite you again?"
"Yeah. Damn whore has gotten vicious."
"You should really give your mom a break. She was only fourteen when she had you," Alessa said as she cleaned off the bite on Drako's face and bandaged it. Alessa was a fifteen year old and had a knack for healing. She had short black hair that kind of curled around her pixyish face. Her ensemble, which was also black, consisted of a sleeveless turtleneck, a miniskirt, tattered leggings, and high-tops. She had a midnight-blue fedora and a black, star-shaped pin attached to her hat. "That has to have put a strain on her." She smirked at him as he huffed at her remark.
"Oh, yeah, well that's her fault. Look at you," he leaned in towards her and breathed in her ear, "you made it a couple of years, at least a couple of years, past her, and you're still a virgin."
Alessa paled in embarrassment. "You can't be talking. You're a sixteen year old guy, and you're still a virgin."
"Yeah, by choi-."
"Attention children! Attention! You will now come in to the lab and choose your starters."
"Anyway, as I was saying, it's by choice." He and Alessa walked with the others into the lab. Inside, they were greeted by a plump, middle-aged woman with curly brown hair.
"Hello children. As you know, you are all here to get a starting Pokemon. I am Heartwood, the Pokemon Professor. If you will step up to my desk, you'll see that there's seven pokeballs here, one for each of you. Now how many girls do we have here?"
"Two," Drako called out. Alessa and a girl who looked to be about thirteen stood up.
"Splendid. Why don't the two of you walk up to my desk and take your pick."
The two walked up to the desk to make their choices. Just like the Professor said, there were seven red and white balls on it, each with a different symbol.
"Each of those symbols stands for a different type of Pokemon. The fang stands for the Dragon type, the flame for the Fire type, the pink bell with the patched up crack on it is the Fairy type," she stopped as everyone in the room, with the exception of a couple, made a face. Once everyone had settled down, she continued. "The bent spoon and eye symbolize the Psychic type, the lightning bolt is Electric type, the purple bubbles are Poison's symbol, and lastly, the hammer is for Steel. Choose wisely, because I won't tell you who's in them."
The two girls looked at each other questioningly.
"Hey, why don't you pick first," Alessa said kindly.
"Thanks," the other girl said in a soft voice. She walked up to the desk and picked out a pokeball. It had the lightning bolt on it.
"Ah, excellent choice. A prior warning, that little one's feisty."
"Thank you."
Alessa stepped up next, her eyes already focused on the one she wanted. Slowly her hand reached out to take the ball containing the Fairy Pokemon.
"A delightful choice for a delightful young lady. Now then, who wants next pick?" The remaining five people's hands went up in the air. "Hmmm. How about you? Young man with the music note?"
Drako got up and advanced upon the desk. Not even pausing to think about it, he picked his Pokemon. After that, the pickings went by quickly. Mainly because Drako, Alessa, and the other girl weren't paying attention.
"Well now that you all have chosen your Pokemon, why don't you test them out in battle? We can add my assistant to make eight people, one of the acceptable numbets for a tournament. How about it?"
Everyone agreed, so the Professor divided them into battling partners.
*Sleeveless in this means the sleeves were cut off.
**Harvey is the name of the Furret. However, Drako's mom refuses to call him as such.