Our Journey
Summary: Two people from our world are transported to the Pokemon world. This is their story.
Katy walked down the road with her black backpack slung on her shoulder, wanting to get to her apartment before it started to rain. Her crystal blue eyes scanned the sky and saw the black clouds fast approaching, and she stopped to quickly put her waist-length ebony hair into a pony tail so it would stop whipping her in the face due to the wind. She pulled her black leather jacket closer to her body and stuffed her hands into her baggy black jeans.
"Damn it's cold!" she mumbled to herself. She couldn't help but shiver as a gust blew past her. Katy quickly made it to her apartment complex, and made her way up the stairs to where she lived alone, despite her age of sixteen.
She had been living alone ever since the incident, as she called it, which had occurred only two years ago. Her mother's brother, her uncle, paid for the apartment and gave her money to survive on her own, and Katy appreciated it. Both of them knew that he wasn't the type able to raise children, let alone a teenage girl, so he just gave her money, and she was responsible enough to not just buy junk unless she still had enough for food. She also had a part-time job for that, which was what she was walking home from since she had no car.
She took out her key, unlocked her door, and walked inside the small living room area just to plop down onto her couch with a sigh. She grabbed the remote from the side table next to her and turned on her TV, only to find an older episode of Pokemon on. "I haven't seen this one in a long time! They don't show the good old episodes anymore," she said to herself as Ash battled Rudy.
Katy looked over at her Nintendo 64, Game Cube and Wii consoles, then at all the Pokemon names on top of the stand that held the three game stations. She then looked at the table next to her, to see her Game Boy Color, Game Boy Advance, and DS and little game packs that only got smaller and smaller in size, all with Pokemon names. "God I'm such a diehard. I even have all those cards from when I played! Just wait another ten years, and I'll probably be able to sell some of those older cards for hundreds!" she said to herself again, as there was no one else in there with her.
The entire room, though it didn't reek Pokemon, it showed how much she liked mythology and fantasy. On the tables and shelves were books ranging from werewolves, to vampires, to gods and goddesses, and finally to aliens and dragons. Her living room seemed to mimic that of a science fiction author or a person doing a research paper for that specific subject, but this was what Katy did in her spare time, along with playing her guitar and bass, and being a skate rat.
The room had pictures and posters of dragons, wolves, tigers and every other animal that she loved, as well as pictures of mythological creatures. Her big screen television was covered with figurines that she had found and bought, along with a surround sound system hooked up with a stereo and DVD/VCR. Next to it, on the opposite side as the games and game systems, was another shelf, though this one was dedicated to DVDs and video cassettes. It was also covered in various CDs, ranging from Linkin Park and Nickelback, to Rascal Flatts and Cascada.
All over the room there were books and magazines on Anime, Manga, games, myths, ghosts, aliens, and all those types of things, showing how Katy wasn't quick to dismiss like others. Her bedroom was the exact same as the living room, only messier and more loaded with the figurines.
When the episode ended, Misty staying with Ash and he getting his third badge, Katy stood and went to her kitchen, which actually looked normal, and fished through her cabinets to look for dinner, only to find a package of ramen, which she decided to eat. After her dinner, she sat down again, but this time she looked at her games. It looked like she was going to pick one up, but instead she moved them over to reveal an old yearbook underneath. "I miss you," she whispered quietly as she patted the book.
She turned back to the TV, which started to play another episode, but Katy turned it off. "God. If my life were like that, at least then I'd be able to live how I want to live it fully. Here, I have to stay put and work to survive. If I stop going to school, Kip won't pay for the apartment, and if I don't have the apartment, I have to go into foster care until I'm eighteen, cuz God knows no one wants to take care of a teen! If I could be a trainer, then I'd be able to see the world and learn more about Pokemon. All I want to do is create games like the Pokemon games, to make up new creatures and battle with them. That'd be my wish," she said.
Suddenly, her TV, which had been turned off, began to glow a bright white light, which caused her to stand and block her eyes from the light. A flash occurred, and when it subsided, Katy was gone, as where some of her things, namely her backpack and guitar.
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"God damn this rain!" yelled a young man of seventeen as he ran through the streets as fast as he could. He was trying to get back to his parent's home before things got worse, and when he did, all he could do was shiver and shake his chocolate colored hair dry. His hazel eyes scanned the house, to see that his parents weren't home, and neither were his younger and older sister. "The only point Shelia's here anyway, is to get more money out of them before she heads back to college," he said out loud.
The young man, Michael, made his way up to the room his stuff was in, and sat down on his bed. He hated that he had to live here. He wished that he was anywhere else but here! Before, when he had his best friend, his family was bearable, but since they just had to move for more space they didn't even need, far, far, far away from her, he couldn't stand it.
Michael sighed as he took a hardback book out from under his mattress, and flipped through the pages of pictures. He was looking through the last yearbook he'd received from his old school district, until he came upon a page. There he was, three years ago with a girl with long black hair who seemed to be a year younger than him. They both had one arm around the other's shoulder, and were sticking their tongues out at the camera while pulling their bottom eye lid down like they did in countless Anime shows. "I miss you," he whispered as he close the book.
The book slid down to his baggy blue jeans that he had changed into, and he stuffed his hands into his black hoodie pocket. On his TV, a Pokemon movie that he had popped in was playing. He watched as Misty twitched with jealousy as Melody kissed Ash on the cheek, and sighed as he looked at his decked out room. There were cards, strategy guides, controllers to various systems and posters covering every square inch of him room. What wasn't covered in Pokemon related merchandise, was covered by pictures that he had drawn, painted or sketched, as well as all the supplies that required such. The only thing that wasn't Pokemon or art related was his electric bass, guitar and amplifier.
Michael sighed again, and turned off the DVD and TV angrily. "Why the hell do I have to live like this? All those guys care about is living rich when they aren't! All I want to do is live how I want to live! I want to be able to be an artist, not some business person so my family can finally get some money! I want to take a chance in the world, and not take an easy way out! I wish," he sighed again, then continued. "I wish I could be a Pokemon trainer. That way I'd be able draw all the pictures I can stand in real life. I wish I could do that," he said.
Just then, a bright light filled his room from his television, and before he could react, the light engulfed his room completely. When it subsided, Michael was no longer in the room, and neither were his bass or art supplies.
