Chapter One:
The Start
The Kanto region, home to a diverse species of interesting creatures called Pokémon. It is one of the many regions in the Pokémon world. Pokémon are living creatures that inhabit the Pokémon world, living alongside, and usually helping humans. Most people respect the creatures and treat them kindly, however, there exist kinds people that take advantage of them for their own gain.
The Kanto region has a rich history of creating Pokémon with technology. It has ten towns and cities; from the large, urban Saffron City to the quiet, quaint town of Pallet. And in this particular town of this specific region bloomed a love like no other, and an adventure that's outside this world.
"Leaf, wake up!"
And it didn't really start in a fashionable manner.
Rose Green looked as anxious as ever to see that her only daughter, Leaf Green, still hasn't come down from upstairs to greet her with her customary groans followed by the asking for the breakfast. Today was a very special day for her daughter, the day for her to finally own a Pokémon. Rose wanted to start this day before dawn to get her daughter prepared for this memorable day. Unfortunately for her, it was already past nine and time obviously showed no sign of slowing down whatsoever. If steam could be produced by people, hers already came out hours ago. After one last call, Rose finally used her last option. She called out her Spearow and ordered him to wake up her lazy and sluggish daughter.
Now Spearow here loved to wake up Leaf, in contrast to his owner, Rose. He would frequently wake Leaf up without his owner ordering him, much to Rose's delight. Leaf, on the other hand, isn't very fond of this. Who in the right mind would like when a bird pecks your head? No one, obviously.
Spearow chirped, understanding the order and flapped his wings to fly towards Leaf's room. As his owner had presumed, her daughter was still blissfully asleep, snoring loudly as a Snorlax who had just eaten ten pounds of food. The latter's snoring annoyed Spearow very much, and after three big flaps of his wings, utilized the ultimate wake-up call. Spearow pecked Leaf using his sharp beak, similar to a Torchic pecking on the ground for a Wurmple.
Leaf jumped awake, but the brown, avian Pokémon continued to peck his owner's daughter. Leaf shouted at the mischievous bird Pokémon to stop, to which he did, but not before making Leaf run downstairs and unto her mother.
Rose chuckled as she ordered her Spearow to stop, much to Leaf's delight. "What the heck mom?!" Leaf shouted angrily at her mother, but with all respect.
"What?" Rose said accompanied by an innocent tone. "Come on now, go and eat your breakfast quickly. You have a very long day ahead of you," she said with a smile.
"Don't you try and change the subject," accused Leaf whilst Spearow chirped right after.
"Oh come on, just forget about that, will you?" Rose pushed her daughter lightly on the shoulder towards the kitchen table. "Getting drill pecked on the head isn't something easy to forget about, you know," Leaf said as she sat down. Spearow came flying after and landed on top of a chair beside Leaf.
"You experience being pecked at by Spearow almost every single day," Rose said as she placed a plate full of pancakes with a pinch of oran berries on top along with a glass of moomoo milk.
"That is precisely why I can't forget it!" Leaf mumbled while she munched on the pancake. Spearow laughed at an annoying tone. Leaf glared at it with killer eyes and Spearow also did the same. No more than a few seconds later they were girthing teeth and colliding heads. Leaf never really liked Spearow for many other reasons beside that morning routine. He was stubborn, rude, mischievous, did not take any orders from Leaf, and not to mention annoying. But it would not be amiss to point out that Spearow served as Leaf's guardian during her childhood, even if Leaf did not know that he was.
"Now stop fooling around Leaf. Hurry up and finish your breakfast. We still have to prepare for later," Rose said in a singing tone. Leaf looked up at her mother as she drank her milk. "Why? What's happening later?" Leaf asked. Rose was unsurprised that her daughter didn't have the slightest clue about what today had in stored for her. It was typical of her to forget things.
"Why today is the day you get to pick your Pokémon, silly!"
Leaf spat out a mouthful of milk as if she just attempted a water gun attack. Spearow slapped his face with his wing, either disappointed that his owner had remembered this day more that her daughter or that Leaf had just performed a failed water gun attack. In this case, a milk gun attack.
"That's today?!" Leaf shouted. She then began to munch on her pancakes more quickly, spilling some syrup pretty much everywhere on the table, to Spearow's disgust. In less than a minute her plate was stripped clean, but the table wasn't. No matter, Rose loved to clean the house. It's not like she has anything to do anyways. "Okay mom, I'm done!" She stood up from the chair and almost trampled across the stairs. How could she have forgotten this very important day? Staying up late at night playing video games will do that to you. She hurriedly wore her sleeveless light-blue shirt and red skirt. She put on a white hat with a Pokéball symbol in it and looked at herself in the mirror. She was finally going to have her very own Pokémon and she looked like she was attacked by a Spearow, which isn't very far from that.
She came down once she had packed everything she needed. Actually her mother already packed her needs yesterday so all she had to do was grab her bag and storm off to Professor Oak's lab. Although she wondered why Rose packed her so many things if she was just going to go to Oak's lab, which isn't very far from their house.
"Oh, and Leaf?" Her mother stopped her just when she was about to step outside. "Hmm?" Leaf replied.
"Have you already decided which Pokémon you'll pick?" She asked. Leaf stood quiet and still for a moment that Rose began to think she hadn't decided yet. "Oh my gosh, I haven't decided yet!" Leaf said hysterically. "Should I choose Bulbasaur? I heard it's easy to raise, oh but having a Charmander is pretty cool too! But Squirtle can cross rivers and seas and that's pretty handy!"
Rose sighed. Her daughter was entering into hysterics again. She attempted to calm her down by massaging her shoulders. "Don't worry about it so much, sweetie. I'm sure you'll make up your mind while on your way to the lab."
The massage eased Leaf a lot. Rose had a talent for massages, but she wouldn't use them to anyone but her own family. Yeah, she was right. Going to Oak's was enough time for her to make her decision. Rose kissed Leaf goodbye and made her way to the lab. Little did she knew, this was her first step towards the most epic adventure of her life. And as a bonus, the most romantic love story she'll ever experience.
While it is not obvious, Leaf is in to love stories. All the time, she would watch some on T.V. and, if the opportunity lands on her, would even buy a videogame related to romance.
The trip, however, did not help Leaf one bit. It only distracted her further. By the time she reached the lab, her mind was utterly blank on who she'll decide to pick.
"Ah, Leaf, you're here," Greeted the professor. Leaf did not reply. She was more focused on the three starter Pokémon. Fire, Grass, or Water? Those simple but life-changing words kept repeating inside her head. It was a crucial decision. One wrong pick and she could ruin her chances of becoming a Pokémon trainer. She was almost staggering towards Professor Oak. "Hmm? Leaf, are you alright?" Leaf nodded absentmindedly.
"So Leaf, what brings you by? Have you come for a visit?" Leaf was surprised at the statement. Perhaps now you have an idea where Leaf's forgetfulness came from.
"I'm here to pick up a starter Pokémon." Leaf answered the professor's question, with her eyes narrowing at him. The Professor slapped his face with his hand. "Oh for Pete's sake! Is that today?" Same, old Professor Oak. Now Oak here concentrates on Pokémon and human relationships as means of profession. He gives trainers who begin their journey with their starter Pokémon. He is an idol to many trainers and researchers, including a fellow Pokémon Professor who lives in a distant region. While not obvious, he has been a successful trainer in his youth. However, his often forgetful attitude and other strange antics are also notorious. He also has a hobby of composing poems about Pokémon or Pokémon related themes.
Leaf began scanning the memory-challenged professor's lab. The research laboratory has many different environments for the correct development of all kinds of Pokémon. It has the technology to keep Pokémon healthy, and to make the largest scientific investigations in the country. "So where are the Pokémon?" Leaf inquired she saw no kind of Pokémon nor Pokéballs in the lab.
The professor motioned his mouth to answer, but before he could utter a single word the doors of the laboratory suddenly flew open. "Hey gramps, what did you call me here for? Do I finally get to pick my Pokémon?" A boy with an obviously snarky tone and arrogant demeanor said. Leaf immediately knew the identity of the boy even without taking a single glance at him. Who else could it be? There was no one in the town who could be close enough to be compared to his egotistic personality. Besides, he was the only person who would call Professor Oak 'gramps'.
"Ah, Blue, you're here," Oak said.
"So do I get a Pokémon or not?" Blue walked towards them but stopped halfway once he and Leaf's gaze met. "What're you doing here?!" The two twelve year olds asked simultaneously.
Blue is the best friend of Leaf. Well, they were somewhat like that long ago. Now they're what you'd consider a friendly rivalry, at least, that's what Professor Oak keeps saying. Their falling out started about approximately four years from now. Both of them went to the same Trainer's school that time, and they were doing very well in academic and practical tests. You could say that they were two peas in a pod. Then, that dreaded day came. So far as Leaf remembered it, it was Friday that day in the month of September.
"Now then class, today we're going to do a very special activity," Mr. Hop said. "And it involves these things." He pulled out a box in which it contained several Pokéballs stacked together.
"Are those..?" Two students, who were more enthusiastic than the others asked. Mr. Hop grinned, showing his white teeth. "That's right, they're Pokéballs! Our activity today is Pokémon battling!" Hop's students hoorayed with utmost glee. The two students from earlier, remained still and silent, but their eyes gleamed with fierce enthusiasm for the activity. And these students are none other than Leaf and Blue. "You'd better prepare Leaf 'cause I'm gonna defeat you!" Blue boasted. "Not if I defeat you first!" Leaf argued. They were both showing off their fists.
"Okay, who's first?" Mr. Hop asked. Leaf and Blue both raised their hands but unfortunately Mr. Hop started a lecture first. "Now remember, Pokémon battling requires trust with your Pokémon. Without this trust, you'll never accomplish victory. Now let me teach you the basics of Pokémon battling," Mr. Hop then pulled the white board that stood in the corner of the gym towards the students.
"Now then, these are the basic rules of battling," Mr. Hop pointed out the rules with his held stick. "You may only use one Pokémon in each battle you partake in, however this may vary when in double battles or triple battles, where you can use two or three Pokémon respectively," Leaf listened attentively to Mr. Hop, but Blue didn't need to. He knew all of the rules. Their excitement continually grew as Mr. Hop's lecture went on. "You command your Pokémon to attack the opposing Pokémon with moves that it could learn. If ever one of the Pokémon faints, then the battle has concluded. Each of these Pokémon has a certain type that is weak to another type. For example, grass is effective to water, water is effective to fire, and fire is effective to grass. So in turn, grass is weak to fire, water is weak to grass, and fire is weak to water. But enough with all these hulabaloo, it's better that you find out for yourselves," Then he pulled out a whistle and blew on it. In less than a second or two, the children were all lined up orderly in two lines.
Leaf and Blue were both in front of the lines, and they were both staring competitively at each other. "Okay, let's start at the back," Mr. Hop said, which made Leaf and Blue utter a silent 'What?!' The children in the back, however, shouted in joy.
Mr. Hop led them to the battlefield, and made them pick their Pokémon. The two students, even for a second, didn't think about what Pokéball they should choose and just grabbed one. Blue resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Amateurs, he thought.
"Ready?" Mr. Hop said, who moved to the middle-side of the field. The two kids were given a piece of paper that contained some information about the Pokémon they'd chosen. When the two nodded in reply, Mr. Hop blew his whistle, an action he was impatiently waiting to do.
The kids threw their Pokéballs, yelling 'go Pokémon' at the same time. They were both nervous and excited; their hearts beating faster than an object that beats fast. Leaf and Blue watched them. They could tell they were nervous, but not them. Why would they be? The Pokéballs flew in mid-air, and in a flash, the Pokémon that was contained in it came out, enveloped in a white light that once the Pokémon uttered its cry, disappeared into glitter.
"Pidgey!"
"Rattata!"
Both the Pokémon cried. Once they saw each other, they exchanged growls, chirps, and glares. Pidgey and Rattata get along with each other in the wild, but as of now, they were enemies. Seconds passed, then minutes, then moments. They were doing nothing but sending one another threats. Mr. Hop blew his whistle again, something he didn't want to have to do this time. He waved at the two children and whispered loudly at them to order the Pokémon to attack. The two kids snapped out of their daze. They were just too fascinated seeing the Pokémon face off each other. They flusteredly looked at the paper they were given. The kid who chose Rattata scanned the paper, his eyes analyzing the moves of the Pokémon to choose. There were so many, how could he just choose one?
Finally, he decided. "Rattata, use growl!"
Rattata's foot stepped back. Its torso lowered to almost an inch from the ground, and with a low, menacing sound, Rattata used growl. Pidgey backed off a little, slightly hesitant to attack now. Leaf heard Blue chuckle at an arrogant tone. She looked at him with narrowed eyes, annoyed by his pride. I'm going to defeat you, she thought.
"Pidgey, featherdance!" The kid with the Pidgey ordered. The pigeon Pokémon chirped in reply to the kid's command. It spread its wings, flapped into the air and circled from above the opposing rat Pokémon. Rattata's eyes glared at the flying pigeon, wondering what it was going to do. Pidgey circled Rattata for a few seconds then released white, glowing feathers from its wings that encircled Rattata. The rodent appeared to tire as it stumbled backwards.
"Rattata, no!"
"Alright, now use Wing attack!" Pidgey flew upwards, then swiftly dove towards its opponent. Its wings gleamed bright white as it became closer and closer.
"Rattata, get out of there!" The kid ordered. He looked at his paper tensely. His hand was shaking in a movement that could be compared to a weak earthquake. A drop of sweat fell from his chin. He had to choose a move, quickly! That's it! "Quick attack, Rattata!"
Suddenly, Rattata felt a jolt of adrenaline shot through its feet. He blasted out of the feathers that surrounded it and kept running throughout the battlefield in lightning speed. The other children on the sidelines looked obviously astounded by the rodent's quickness, hence the move quick attack. Pidgey tried to keep track of Rattata but the latter's movement was just too fast for its sight. Maybe if it went lower, it thought. A big mistake indeed. Pidgey slowed down the flap of its wings in just a tiny bit so it could get close to the ground.
"Now Rattata!" The kid signaled. With haste movement that was almost invisible to the eye, Rattata leaped towards Pidgey. The bird Pokémon could only take a glance of what was coming to it before it was sent crashing to the ground, being hit in the back by the attack.
"Oh no, Pidgey!" The kid cried. "C'mon, Pidgey, stand up!" Pidgey did stand up as ordered. It shook its head as well as its wings to relieve it of its pain. "Pid..gey!" It replied.
"C'mon, Rattata, quick attack one more time!" The other kid ordered. Rattata didn't need to be told twice. It was the rodent now who was circling the bird. The pigeon was entirely confused on what to do to an enemy that you couldn't even keep track of. The feeling is mutual, though. "Um…uh.." The kid handling Pidgey muttered.
"Now Rattata, attack!"
"Pidgey, sand attack!" The kid ordered even though not knowing what the attack actually does. He didn't have much time to think about it. Luckily, he made the right choice. Rattata advanced for another attack, probably in the torso this time. It charged towards Pidgey with his feet moving almost as fast as light. Pidgey's foot stepped back. It waited until the purple rodent was close, however, waiting for a Pokémon that's as fast as light to get close to you is dangerous. But little did Rattata knew, Pidgey also knew the move Quick attack. Pidgey swept its foot, and a handful of sand struck Rattata's eyes. The burning sensation made Rattata stop and brush off the sand.
"Pidgey, now's your chance! Peck attack!" The bird Pokémon willingly obeyed the order. It flew towards Rattata and pecked at its head. "Ra…tta…ta!" The rodent cried. But Pidgey only laid about four pecks at Rattata's head before the rodent quick attacked again to escape after brushing the sand off.
"Pidgey, quick attack too!" The kid said after realizing Pidgey could use quick attack too. Now it was chaos. Both Pokémon were doing quick attack. None of the children could identify who was who. All they could see were white lines that intersected and struck each other.
Leaf's eyes sparkled with amazement watching the two urban Pokémon battle. She couldn't wait for her turn to come. She was really wishing that time would go faster. But as battles progressed, she found herself pulled in into each match, as if she was the one controlling the Pokémon and hadn't realized her turn was next.
"Next up is Leaf Green," Mr. Hop announced. "And Blue Oak!"
Did she heard right? It was her turn now, and it's against Blue! She felt the excitement in her grow into a tremendous level, but also felt her stomach acting funny like she was about to puke. Stomachs didn't normally do that? What if she picked the wrong Pokémon? What if she didn't like the Pokémon she'd picked? And what if it was the Pokémon who didn't like HER?
She looked at Blue and he looked at her. He smirked at her, and not one of those cute smirks. As she looked at him, she felt as if she could hear what he was thinking, and it said "You're gonna lose, loser." Now she remembered why she was excited to battle in the first place.
They went to Mr. Hop to pick their Pokémon. "Now remember, Pokémon battling," Mr. Hop hadn't even finished his sentence when Blue interrupted him. "No need. I know all the rules of Pokémon battling," He informed. Leaf felt he was surpassing her. She didn't like that. "Me too. I know all of it," She said with a raised hand.
"Well, okay then," Mr. Hop handed them the box. Leaf felt she was about to faint. There were so many Pokéballs, each of them containing Pokémon with many abilities and strengths, and she was about to pick just one. One. She raised her hand to grab a Pokéball, but which Pokéball? This was so confusing. She was like answering a multiple choice question that had answers that seem to be all correct. "Hurry up and pick one already," Blue snorted. Leaf resisted the feeling to glare at him, instead she just picked a Pokémon that seemed pretty tough to her.
Mr. Hop handed them the paper that contained info about the Pokémon they picked. But Blue rejected the paper. "No thanks, I don't need it."
"Really?" Mr. Hop assured. Blue nodded.
Leaf narrowed her eyes. They went to the opposing side of the field to begin battle. Unbeknownst to the two, Mr. Hop intentionally saved them for last. There was something about that made him think they were special. He wanted them to be properly trained, to know that Pokémon battling requires them to give it everything they got, to know that they were destined for great things, and what other brilliant way to start than have them battle each other?
Leaf fastened her grip on the Pokéball, she felt the atmosphere around the gym intensifying. She wondered why. It wasn't her first time to compete with Blue. She competed with him almost every single day at different activities, whether it be eating or just plain fighting. You name it. Sometimes she would win, most of the times Blue wins. This time it was Pokémon battling, and she has no intention of losing, especially after learning that there was a prize. The other kids felt the tense air too even though their battles were already over. The two lines were formed into teams, and both had even scores. Mr. Hop said that whoever of the teams gets the most win, they would get a prize. It was up to Leaf and Blue to break the tie.
"Ready?" Mr. Hop asked. Blue and Leaf gestured to throw. Mr. Hop took that as a yes and blew the whistle. The battle between two top students had begun.
Leaf flung the Pokéball into the battlefield, and the Pokémon in it came fluttering out. Leaf was amazed by it, even though she sees its species almost every day. Blue, however, was clearly unimpressed. "Pfft, a Butterfree? Typical of you to choose a weak Pokémon," He snickered egotistically.
Leaf growled like a Growlithe using growl. "Oh yeah? Well what Pokémon did you pick?" She asked with a brow raised, prolonging the 'you'.
"Hmp," Blue uttered as he threw his Pokéball. A loud, buzzing sound was heard as the Pokémon came out. It was yellow and had black stripes; a color pattern used to remind someone to take caution. Leaf knew what this Pokémon was. It once attacked her when she foolishly disturbed it collecting nectar.
"A Butterfree and a Beedrill, huh? Quite an even match, although that only depends on the person who's using them," Mr. Hop murmured to himself. "I wonder who would win?"
"The person who moves first will always have an advantage! Butterfree, supersonic!" Leaf commanded. "Free!" Butterfree's red, compound eyes glowed blue, then emitted sinister yellow rings from its eyes that went straight to Beedrill.
"True, but it's useless is the enemy is an idiot! Beedrill, dodge and use Toxic spikes!" Beedrill buzzed as it dove below, avoiding the butterfly's attack, then flew above and sent out multiple poisonous spikes from its stingers on the ground.
"I am not an idiot and neither is Butterfree! Use Poison powder!" Butterfree flew up and fluttered its white wings and secreted purple, glittering powder capable of poisoning that descended unto Beedrill. But the poison bee Pokémon was completely unaffected.
"Wha? The powder didn't affect it?" A bewildered Leaf wondered out loud. Blue laughed at her idiocy. "You really don't know anything about Pokémon types, do you? Beedrill is a poison-type Pokémon. Poison powder is a poison-type attack so naturally, Beedrill won't be affected since it is a poison-type Pokémon." Blue ended up lecturing Leaf, but she didn't see it that way. She saw it more as showing off. "You deny you're an idiot but the truth is you really are one."
"Grr," Leaf spat in annoyance. "I'll show you," She muttered. "Stun Spore go!" Once again in the same method, Butterfree fluttered its wings and this time releasing a yellow powder that could paralyze an opponent in seconds.
It was Blue's turn to attack. "Beedrill, use Agility to send those powders back!" Beedrill obeyed without question. Its already speedy movement increased even more. It let itself be surrounded by the paralyzing powder. Leaf smiled, thinking Beedrill was afflicted by Stun Spore. But Beedrill's wing beat increased. It gathered up all the powder Butterfree expelled and formed a spherical ball that surrounded it. Leaf wondered what it was up to, but once she figured it out, it was too late.
The ball of paralyzing powder exploded, sending it along with a powerful gust of wind to blow into Butterfree. The mellow Pokémon cried as it crashed into the ground with a loud thud. "Butterfree!" Leaf cried to the fallen butterfly. "C'mon, stand up Butterfree!"
Butterfree jumped up, almost immediately after it just crashed. I didn't get paralyzed. Naturally, it was its own powder after all. Blue was slightly impressed. He thought it was going to be done but apparently he was wrong. Perhaps it was not such a weak Pokémon after all. "You okay?" Leaf asked it. "Free!" Butterfree flew up and faced Beedrill once again. She took that as a yes. Okay, no more using moves with powder, Leaf noted mentally.
"Beedrill, finish it with Poison sting!" Blue ordered. Beedrill buzzed and the two stingers from its arms began to glow white. It aimed towards Butterfree then released to what it seemed to be a never-ending shot of poisonous stingers that hurled towards the fluttering Bug Pokémon.
"Butterfree, stop them with Confusion!"
"Free!" Butterfree's eyes glowed blue as it released a powerful Psychic-type attack that was able to stop the highly toxic stingers in mid-air. Beedrill buzzed to what it sounded like as 'uh-oh' buzz. It knew it was in trouble. As if Butterfree knew what Leaf was thinking, it mentally controlled the stingers to surround Beedrill, making the poisonous bee Pokémon trapped and completely immobilized. Leaf smirked. It was her turn to show off now. "Attack!"
"Free!" with a hard flap of its wings, Butterfree shot Beedrill with its own stingers simultaneously. The attack did damage, but it was weaker than what it would actually do.
"Now you're starting to learn." Blue said with his arms crossed.
"Shut up!" Leaf shouted, annoyed.
"Beedrill, use agility then fury attack!" Once again, Beedrill's speed intensified. It seemed to be teleporting around Butterfree, but it was actually just flying towards it in circles to confuse it.
"Hmp! I know now how to counter this! Butterfree, Whirlwind!" Without wasting even a second, Butterfree flapped its wings at tremendous power, sending vigorous gusts of wind at the surrounding area. Leaf, Blue, and pretty much everyone else in the gym covered their eyes, shielding them from dust and other particles that could cause irritation to the eye. Beedrill was sent crashing to the ground. Luckily for it, it managed to fly and avoid collision just in time, otherwise it would've done some serious damage. It had just been hit by a super-effective move. But Beedrill buzzed in puzzlement as it saw its enemy nowhere to be seen. "What the?" Blue uttered, also confused about the sudden disappearance. He looked at Leaf, who had her index finger pointing at something from above with a smirk on her face.
"Huh?" Blue looked up only to see Butterfree fluttering above them.
"Butterfree, use Psybeam!" Butterfree shot a peculiar multicolored beam from its antennas Before Blue could even finish the word 'dodge', the beam struck Beedrill critically. This time, it crashed into the ground. However, it was not finished.
"C'mon Beedrill, stand up!" Blue ordered it. It attempted to get back up but it was a slow process. Leaf, on the other hand, has never been more happy to say the following words, "Butterfree, let's finish this with a tackle!"
"Free!", Butterfree advanced at Beedrill with great speed. The bee Pokémon could not do anything but buzz helplessly as it tried to fly. It could only wait for the hit. Leaf's eyes glittered in anticipation. There was nothing stopping her from achieving victory now. She saw Blue's worried face that he makes when he's about to lose. There was no doubt. She was the winner. But suddenly, her thoughts of victory ceased when she heard Butterfree cry to what it seemed to be a cry of agony. She looked at the Pokémon and was shocked to witness that it was slowing down, desperate even to even stay in the air.
"B-Butterfree?!"
She heard Blue chuckle. "The battle's over," He muttered but Leaf heard all of it clearly.
"W-What do you mean?" She asked.
"You still haven't figured it out? When your Butterfree crashed into the ground, Beedrill's toxic spikes punctured your Butterfree's foot when it stood up, and now the poison has taken affect. It's stupid of you not to notice it by now," He said.
Leaf looked up at Butterfree's feet, and even if it was quite far and difficult for her to see, she saw a purple, needle-shaped thing that made a faint sparkle in the light that was punctured into Butterfree's foot.
"This battle is finished. Beedrill, uppercut that puny butterfly with Twineedle!" Suddenly, as if Blue's words had healed its injuries, Beedrill flew towards the weakening Butterfree. Its right stinger glowed and uppercutted Butterfree as ordered. "Free!" It cried but Beedrill wasn't finished. Again, and again, and again! Beedrill continued to attack the helpless Pokémon. Leaf felt she was about to burst into tears. She covered her mouth to help resist the urge to. With one strong hit, Butterfree flew upwards.
"End it with Fell stinger!" Beedrill positioned for the win. It placed its two needle-like stingers in front and flew with incredible speed at the poisoned Pokémon.
"Fly like a Pidgeot," Blue said as Beedrill was inches away from the win. "And sting like a Beedrill!" Everyone in the gym heard a loud, slash-like sound as Beedrill made contact to Butterfree. The butterfly Pokémon fell to the ground. Leaf sweatdropped. It did not move, nor did it try to twitch.
"Free," It said its last words before finally fainting. It was over. The battle has ended. No one in the gymnasium spoke a word. They were too fazed by the battle that had just been concluded, even Mr. Hop. "Butterfree is unable to battle! Beedrill is the winner!" Finally he managed to say. With his words, the children snapped out from their daze. They hoorayed like typical kids. Blue's team ran towards him to congratulate him. Leaf heard words like 'That was so cool!' and 'You're awesome, Blue!'
Leaf could only stand there, fazed herself from her own match. She lost? But how could this be? It wasn't the first time she lost to Blue at other stuff so why was she feeling so down? Those were the questions that stimulated in her mind.
"Do you know why you lost?" Blue said to her after. "It's because you thought you were ready for Pokémon battling, but you still don't have much experience to ever come out as a winner."
Was this true? She wondered. Maybe it was. The Pokémon were withdrawn, and Mr. Hop would later take them to the Pokémon Center, but first he had to comfort Leaf. But no matter how much she tries, she would always lose to Blue, causing the latter to discriminate her even more. Mr. Hop would comfort her, yes, but Blue's harsh words were stronger than Hop's uplifting ones. Eventually, Leaf's enthusiasm for battling gradually vanished into nothing more than a forgotten feeling.
Well, this was a long chapter indeed. I hope you all have enjoyed it just as much as I enjoyed writing this! :D Please comment and review it. It would help me a lot! Thanks! -CocoJaypee