(Back by popular demand! Well, in the reviews for The Ultimate Battle (A STORY I SUGGEST THAT YOU READ BEFORE THIS ONE) EVERYONE REQUESTED A PREQUEL. Well, here it is. I wrote it under a character's narrative, WHICH TO AVOID CONFUSING YOU LATER, WILL KEEP CHANGING THROUGHOUT THE STORY. WELL, ENJOY!)
Love and Pokeballs
Chapter One: The First Meeting
NOW-AND-FUTURE DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN POKEMON IN ANY WAY, SHAPE OR FORM, and the characters of Michael and Claire belong to MichaelDJ54 and BlueBlossomGurl and are used (HOWEVER DIFFERENTLY) with their permission.
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My name is Michael. I'm a Pokemon trainer, and a pretty good one, if I do say so myself. I should be, too. I've been at it for seven years. Still, my story really gets started here. Not that nothing's happened 'til now. I mean, I've caught my fair share of Pokemon, and gotten to the Top 8 in a couple of Leagues. It's just that this is when I…well, see for yourself.
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"C'mon, Pikachu!" I said to my first Pokemon and best buddy as I sprinted up the dirt road. "I wanna get the next badge ASAP!"
"Pika, pikachu." It panted, trying to keep up. I know, I know. I'm a tall kid with long legs, so of course I'm fast. Still, I just need a few more badges to enter the Kanto League. Can you blame me for being in a hurry?
"Let's go!" I said. "I thought Pikachu were supposed to be fa—."
CRASH!
As usual, I had taken my eyes off my destination, and, as usual, I hit something, or in this case, someone. Both of us fell to the ground as my glasses fell off.
"Ouch!" the other person exclaimed. "Watch where you're going!"
"Sorry," I said, picking up my glasses and putting them on. "I didn't see you."
I could see her now, though. She was a tall, elegant girl, about my age, and very attractive, with long, brown hair, and glasses of her own.
"I repeat: WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!" she shouted.
Just then, a suave-looking boy with dark hair streaked with white and a blue, double-breasted jacket ran between us and offered us both a hand. We both took one and hoisted ourselves up.
"Thanks." The girl and I said as we dusted ourselves off.
The boy didn't say anything. He just nodded.
"I'm Michael, by the way," I said, introducing myself as Pikachu ran up. "And this is Pikachu." I added.
"Pikachu." Pikachu said with a smile.
"So," the girl said. "You're a Pokemon trainer? Well, so are we."
The boy nodded and held up a Pokeball to show this off.
"No kidding?" I asked.
The boy shook his head.
"Then whaddaya say to a battle?"
"You're on!" the girl said. "I'm Claire, by the way, and this is Jose." She said, gesturing to the boy, who bowed to me. "He doesn't talk much."
"Good to know." I said. "So, how many Pokemon?"
"One-on-one is fine by me." She said, pulling a Pokeball off her belt and tossing it. "Go, Chansey!"
In a flash of light, a Pokemon appeared. It was a pink, buxom Pokemon with a white egg in the pouch on its stomach. "Chansey." It said sweetly.
"Chansey?" I repeated, stunned. It was an odd choice, to say the least. Chansey were usually used as nurses in Pokemon Centers. Hardly anyone used them for battle. "You sure?" I asked.
"Definitely!" she said, smirking. She was up to something, that was for sure.
"Okay," I said, shrugging. "Well, I choose Pikachu!"
"Pika!" Pikachu said, jumping in front of me.
"Pikachu," I said. "Start this with Thunderbolt!"
"Pika." It replied, squeezing its cheeks. "Chu!" it shouted as it sent a yellow blast of electricity at Chansey.
"Chansey, Defense Curl!" Claire ordered.
"Chansey." The Egg Pokemon said, curling its arms, feet, and tail into its body, making it even rounder than usual. The attack hit Chansey dead-on, but when Chansey uncurled, it didn't look like it had taken any damage at all!
"Now, Chansey," Claire said. "Use Attract!"
"Chansey." Chansey said with a nod. Chansey held its tiny arms together and a big, red heart appeared. "Chan-sey!" it said, firing the heart at its opponent. The heart hit Pikachu and disappeared, and Pikachu's eyes bulged into hearts!
"Pika." It said, staring amorously at Chansey.
"Pikachu, Quick Attack!" I yelled.
Pikachu ignored me. It just kept staring at Chansey.
"Looks like Pikachu's got something other than battling on its mind," Claire laughed. "Which means now's the time to strike! Chansey, use Doubleslap!"
Chansey nodded and ran at Pikachu and began slapping it again and again with its tiny arms. In the middle of one slap, though, a yellow spark hit Chansey and froze it.
"Sweet!" I said. "Doubleslap triggered Pikachu's Static! Chansey's paralyzed!"
"Not for long." Claire smirked. "Chansey, use Refresh."
"Chansey." Chansey said as it was enveloped in a white glow. When the glow faded, the spark holding Chansey in place was gone.
"Pikachu," I yelled. "Use Iron Tail!"
Pikachu blinked and shook its head, then nodded and leapt at Chansey, its tail glowing as it somersaulted toward it. "Pikachu." It said as the attack hit and knocked Chansey backward.
"Chansey, use Softboiled!" Claire ordered.
"Chansey." Chansey said, leaping up. Its egg began to glow. Chansey pulled it out, cracked it open, and drank its contents. All of Chansey's injuries were healed as it miraculously restored the egg and placed it in its pouch.
"I'm not gonna lose that easily." Claire laughed.
"Then I'll try harder!" I said. "Pikachu, use Thunder!"
Pikachu ignored me again. It was too busy staring at Chansey.
"Don't you hate it when a friend falls in love and starts ignoring you?" Claire giggled.
"Snap out of it, buddy!" I shouted. "She's just using you!"
"That's true," Claire said. "So we might as well break its heart now and get it over with. Now, Chansey," she ordered. "End this love-fest with Seismic Toss!"
"Chan-sey!" Chansey responded. It ran at Pikachu, picked it up, and leapt high into the air. Holding Pikachu tight, it began to somersault, and finally it threw Pikachu straight at the ground with more force than you'd expect from such tiny arms, knocking Pikachu out.
Jose held his arms toward Chansey as it landed, imitating an official judge declaring a victory.
"Well, that was dull." Claire said, recalling Chansey. "I was hoping for a challenge. I really must stop getting my hopes up. Well, come on, Jose, let's go."
Jose sighed and followed her as she walked directly past me.
Resisting the urge to turn around and punch her, I walked to Pikachu and scooped it up. It was bad enough that she had insulted us, but she could've at least used Chansey's Softboiled to heal Pikachu. Now I'd have to carry it all the way to town. Well, I'd have a rematch with her someday, and when that day comes, she'll never be able to say it was easy!
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(Don't worry, THE CHAPTERS WON'T ALL BE THIS SHORT. IN FACT, THEY'LL BE CONSIDERABLY LONGER. Also, I'm adding a new segment called "Pokemon In-Depth", hosted by the Pokedex. It's a real expert, AND YOU DON'T HAVE TO PAY IT A DIME! Our first feature is on Mawile. Take it away, Dex-ter!)
Mawile, the Deceiver Pokemon. Its huge jaws are actually steel horns that have been transformed. Its docile-looking face lures enemies into a false sense of security before it chomps them with its horns. The title "Deceiver" is well-earned because of this, as well as its tendency to use attacks such as Fake Tears, Faint Attack, and Sucker Punch. Its name is based on "maw", the mouth of a voracious animal, and "wile", a stratagem or trick to deceive an enemy, or possibly from the end of "crocodile". Its Japanese name, "Kucheat", is a combination of "kuchi" (mouth) and the English "cheat". Its appearance is possibly based on the Japanese legend of the futakuchi-onna, a woman with a mouth in the back of her head.
(Nice one, huh? Well, if any of you readers have suggestions for a Pokemon In-Depth, please tell me in the review. 'TIL MY NEXT CHAPTER!)