"Max's Story 2000 / 2001"
By NocturnalFerri
Disclaimer: I don't own these guys! I told you sooo many times already! Leave me alone!!! I own the D3s though. Heh, Ntropy Jinjo, Travis and Sefie are mine. All mine!!!! Muahahahaha! Max…well, he owns himself. Hee hee.
To Max on his 11th birthday….er, and 12th. And…13th. Yeah, it's taken me sooo long. Heh. Sorry Mackkers. I hope you like it. You better like it! Grr…arg…
AN: To those readers who aren't my brother…Yes, this is a complete author insertion story. Read at your own risk. There's plenty of inside jokes and stuph. I only posted this so that my bro could have access to the story, seein' that I'm livin' away from home on campus. Takes place after my other story (predictably named "Max's Story") about my brother goin' out on his Pokémon journey.
Chapter One: Welcome to Odaiba"Did you finish unpacking your stuff yet, Max?"
Eleven-year-old Maxim Fernando, Pokémon Master of the Kanto and Johto and Orange Leagues, rolled his eyes at his mom's persistent, though not demandingly so, voice. "I'm working on it mom." He yelled back. Max shut the door to his new room. High above the ground in the Odaiba terrace apartments, the little room had a great view, just not of the place Max wanted to see. It wasn't the shoreline of Cerulean, nor was it the plains of the Safari Zone, nor was it the Viridian forest. It was Odaiba, Japan. Max scrunched up his face. Odaiba seemed nice enough, though he had only been there little over a day, and that was spent unpacking.
Max took his Pokémon decorated pen and slit open the top of yet another packing box. Pushing aside the millions and millions of Styrofoam popcorn thingies he pulled out his Pokémon league trophy and set it carefully on the shelf. Max ran his finger over the inscription on the bottom; bearing his name and the date he won the tournament. He grinned, remembering his idol, Pokémon Master Ash Ketchum shaking his hand and presenting him with the trophy. He pulled out a framed picture, taken right before they left Kanto. Max sniffled a little at the memory. It was the last time he had seen his Pokémon. Pocket Monsters were really special animals. They can't survive outside of the Pokémon islands of Kanto, Orange and Johto. It was something in the atmosphere that affected their systems. Max set the photo down next to his bed and touched the fuzzy yellow spot. It was his Pikachu; his best buddy to the end ever since he had found the Pokémon in the Viridian forest during his first venture out as a Pokémon trainer. It was the same Pichu that had ridden in the hood of his sweater for months, much to his discomfort.
Max yanked off the red and white Pokémon hat from his head and flung it into the closet. "How can I be a Pokémon master if I can't even have any of my Pokémon?" he sat down dejectedly on the bed. He looked at the vidphone sitting on his night table. "I guess it wouldn't hurt." he picked up the receiver and dialed in Professor Monahan's number. He keyed in his special trainer number to get access to the Johto area. Not a lot of people left the Pokémon islands, nor did anyone outside know too much about them. It wasn't like it was a secret or anything, they just didn't like interference. The phone rang a few more times until Professor Monahan picked up. "Professor!"
She smiled at him. "Hello Max. How are you?"
"Ok, just homesick." Admitted Max.
"But you've only been there for two days."
"I know. I miss all of my Pokémon. How's my Pichu?"
"Ask him for yourself." Said
Monahan. She turned to the side and called out, "Pichu! Come here! No no, not
you Pichu. The other Pichu. Not you either! Max' Pichu. Yeah, now you got it."
The sound of frantic paws scurrying to the phone were heard. A little Pichu
burst onto the screen, skidding into the keyboard and mouse.
"PICHU!" it yelled. It jumped
up and down at the sight of its master. "PipipipipipiPichu!"
"Nice to see you too Pichu!"
Pichu pressed its paws against the screen and licked it, as it were Max himself. It pulled back when it realized the screen didn't taste very good. "Piiuuuu."
Max laughed. "Aw, I miss you too Pichu."
"Pichuchu Pichupi?"
Its master shook his head. "No, I don't know when I'm coming back. Hopefully I can come back for summer break, but that's a long time from now."
"Pii…"
"It's ok, I said I'd call a lot." Said Max. "How are my other Pokémon? You having fun there?"
Pichu nodded emphatically and said something along the lines of yes. It then cocked its head to the side and asked a rather long question. Max pouted. "I'm sorry Pichu, but you know you can't come here. You wouldn't be able to survive. You know you would already be here if it were possible."
Pichu nodded sullenly. Monahan patted Pichu's head. "I need to speak with Max for a moment, okay?" Pichu nodded.
"What's up professor?"
Monahan looked side to side, checking if the coast was clear. "Is Dexter working?"
"Huh?"
"Is Dexter working?" repeated Monahan.
"Uh, yeahhhhnnnoooooo…"
"Yes or no?"
"Uh…"
"Check!" Commanded Monahan. Max obediently fished the computer out of one of the packing boxes and flipped it open. The screen was flickering.
"Huh?!"
Monahan frowned. "Darn, I was hoping it wouldn't effect you."
"What wouldn't affect me?"
The professor looked very worried. "There's something wrong with the league computers.
"Did you fix it?"
Monahan had a 'duh' look ion her face. "Obviously not since your Dex isn't working either."
"I knew that." Backpedaled Max.
"Professor Oak and a team of specialists are working on fixing the glitch. That reminds me, could you ask your sister to take a look at it?"
"I will."
"There's something else," said Monahan. "A lot of Pokémon have started to disappear. I think Team Rocket's going on a stealing spree, but we haven't gotten any evidence."
"Have Ash and misty looked into it?"
"They're hunting down Jessie and James this very moment. They're always good to egg for information." Monahan tapped her chin. "The number of wild Pokémon has decreased as well as the number of captured Pokémon. The weird thing is, the Pokémon have disappeared from inside their pokéballs."
"That's weird."
An assistant called to the professor from off screen. She turned around briefly. "I have to get back to work. I'll keep you informed, okay?"
"Right. See ya. Bye!" Max hung up. He looked at his Dex. "ATE!"
Seconds later, a very annoyed 16-year-old Alexis poked her head into his room. "S'up Mack. I'm busy."
"Look at your Pokédex."
Alexis eyed him suspiciously. "Why?" before he could answer she pulled the computer out of her pocket and looked at it. "Hey, what the-"
"I just called Professor Monahan. She said something's wrong with the Pokémon computer system. She wants you to take a look at it."
"Dude, sounds bad." Commented Alexis.
"She also says a lot of Pokémon have been disappearing. Check that too."
"Right," She pocketed Dex and headed out of the room, presumably to plant herself in front of her computer. "Laterz."
Max looked at his own Dex and set it on the nightstand. He didn't exactly understand what was going on except for the fact his Pokémon were in trouble. He flopped facedown on his bed. Now he really wanted to go home.
"Yo Mackkers! Wake up!"
Max's eyelids flickered open, his eyeballs rolled back in his head then closed after seeing it was only his sister. "Mmmmggggg?"
Alexis shook his shoulder. "Get up Mackkers!" She whacked his legs with a pillow. "School! Today! Now! Breakfast! Waffles!"
His eyes snapped open wide and turned his nose up into the air. "Waffles?"
Alexis rolled his eyes and leapt off his bed. "Go figure. No good morning Ate. No 'How are you doing Ate?' but 'Waffles". Hmmph." She closed the door.
Minutes later, Max emerged into the kitchen with a sleepy expression on his face and dragging behind him his book bag. "M'ing."
"'Morning, Mackie-boy." Greeted his mom. "Did you find the clothes I set out for you?" She eyed Max's yellow button down shirt, blue vest and jeans. "I guess so."
Max plunkered down in a chair and started wolfing down his waffles. "Yum." In between gulps he asked. "Where's Ate?"
"Here." Max looked up. His eyes went wide and almost choked on his waffles. Alexis frowned and tugged at the skirt of her green high school uniform. "Yuck. I know. It's the real sucky part about being in high school." She grabbed her black messenger bag and flew out the door. "Ja ne!"
The stunned eleven-year-old shook his head and tried to recover. "Weird…"
Sixteen-year-old Yolei Inoue sighed and crossed her legs. "Where is everybody?"
"Saving the digital world again, I suppose." Replied her boyfriend Koushiro Izumi as he tapped at his pineapple computer. "Hey, what's up with this?"
Yolei looked, reached over and popped open a small hatch at the back, took off her earring, and pushed something with its tip.
A beep came from the computer, signaling its working order. "Hey, prodigious. Thanks."
"Anytime." Yolei hooked the earring back into her ear.
"'Hope we're not interrupting anything." They looked up and saw Taichi Kamiya, the esteemed leader of the original Digidestined approach, flanked by his girlfriend of three years, Sora Takenouchi, and his best friend, Matt Ishida.
"Not at all." Grinned Izzy.
They all took their spots on the steps of the apartment complex's courtyard, their meeting spot for years. Izzy and Yolei were on the top steps, Matt was perched on the railing, and Tai and Sora were seated on the middle steps.
"Matt, how'd the band practice go yesterday?" asked Yolei.
The blond bassist shrugged. "Not bad. We still don't have enough stuff down for the record." He hit Tai's shoulder lightly. "We're gonna need you to play your sax number again. Travis messed up the track." (AN: "Taichi's theme from the movie! Hee hee. Pretend he can play it!)
"Again?" groaned Tai. "That's the fourth time this week!"
"Yeah, I know." Said Matt. "The kid means well, but personally I think he should stick to playing guitar and away from the mixing equipment."
"I second that." Agreed Tai.
"Give Travis a break," Said Sora. "He's just a kid."
"We said he meant well," said Tai. "He's just not so…uh, experienced in hooking up wires and stuff."
"Look who's talking, mister 'Maybe-if-Agumon-and-I-give-it a whack-it'll-work.'" Retorted Izzy.
"Hey! Sorry we're late!" the voice came from fourteen year olds Kari Kamiya, Davis Motomiya, and Takaru Takahashi running at them full speed. Kari lagged behind a little, tripping on the heels of her regulation styled shoes. Now in high school, the three of them were donned in the green uniform of Odaiba high school, though now a bit rumpled. They screeched to a halt, panting for breath.
Davis collapsed into a sitting position on the ground. "We were up most of last night finishing up a project. Darn global history teacher!!" he yelled.
"Don't forget about the math test we were cramming for." Added TK. He rubbed his eyes. "I don't care how cool high school looks, it totally bites!" He and Kari slumped against the railing and sank to the floor.
"High school doesn't bite," Said Yolei. "I kinda like it."
"Easy for you to say," said TK. "You guys are all upperclassmen."
The eldest of the bunch looked at each other and gave each other high fives. "Upperclassmen pride!" yelled out Yolei and Matt. The freshmen shook their heads and sweat dropped.
"Correction, " said TK. "Being an underclassmen-
"And Underclasswomen," interrupted his girlfriend Kari.
"And Underclasswomen, sucks." Finished TK.
"Wait up a second," Said Sora. "Where are Joe and Cody?"
"College guy probably finishing up some medical thesis paper or something." Remarked Tai.
"Eeehhk, wrong." Joe came from behind and stood besides them. "College guy had to look for his socks. I finished my paper yesterday."
"Sorry I'm late," Piped a timid voice. It was Cody Hida, decked out in his usual light brown tunic and gray pants. Though already eleven, he hadn't changed much appearance wise. His hair was still shorn close to his scalp but he had grown taller quickly, though not as fast as TK had. "Alarm clock." He said, in way of apology. All of them stood and began to walk in the general direction of their schools. Cody ended up trailing them all as they launched into various high school topics. He jogged further into the group. "You guys don't have to wait or me. I don't even go to your school."
Kari nudged his shoulder. "We want to. You're one of us!"
Cody shrugged. "I know, it's weird, being the youngest one. You'd think I'd be used to it by now, right?"
"Hey, I was the youngest one for a while," Said TK. "And I survived."
"True." Admitted Cody.
"Uh, 'scuse me." Piped a voice behind them. All them stopped and looked. Standing there was a kid no older than eleven with spiked brown hair. "Uh, hi. I was wondering if any of you went to Odaiba junior high school."
"Sorry, we all go to the High School," said Tai. The kid's face fell. "But Cody over there does."
"All right!" Cried the boy. "Could you could show me where it is? I'm new here and it's my first day."
"Hey, no problem." Said Cody. He looked back at his friends. "I'll see you guys after school." They all waved and resumed walking. Cody turned back to the kid who was fidgeting beneath his gaze.
"What's your name?"
"Max." replied the boy.
Cody pointed down the street. "The school's down there, we can't miss it." Max nodded. "You aren't from Japan are you?"
Max blinked in surprise. "Uh, how'd you know?"
"Your accent." Said Cody. "And your Japanese is kind of shaky."
"Heh heh, yeah, I know. I'm just learning."
"So, where are you from?"
"I'm from the Kanto Islands. Have you heard of them?"
"Sorry." Apologized Cody. "It sounds familiar though. Like something I heard in global studies class."
"Probably." The two boys headed into the tall brick building that was Odaiba Junior high.