Disclaimer: I do not own pokémon
Well, this is my first try at a fan fic. The main character - Walcekite completely reflects my feelings and characteristics, furthermore her dream team is my dream team as well. I was very excited to begin writing this and I hope it will be of interest to you.
„Another rainy day," sighed Walcekite looking through her second floor window. Though the window was open, the wind didn't blow any rain drops in. She threw her long cerulean blue hair back and jumped from the windowsill „Well, I should get going," she decided.
She quickly got ready by taking her sky blue umbrella and putting on some long azure, with white stripes at the top, boots and a black and white jacket over her sky blue dress with a white belt. It was clear that there were plenty of puddles in the village so she didn't want to take any chances with short shoes. After checking, if her cerulean bangs were completely straight, she went through the door and sighed – she didn't have anyone to say goodbye to or to tell someone she's leaving.
Walcekite had to go down the street to pick up some food from the grocery store. The dark sky filled with water pouring clouds didn't show any wish to let the sunshine in and Walcekite couldn't shake off her depressed mood. She was twelve and living on her own, but she still felt insecure with the town's folk. She barely talked to anyone, because she never was very sociable. Sadly, she didn't have any friends either. Maybe she would have gotten some, if she went on the journey to become a pokemon master, like almost every child dreams, but she didn't even have a starter pokemon, she refused to take it. The only one left at her tenth birthday was Oshawott, a water type. She would have considered Snivy, but as she was already taken, Walcekite only took a Unova region pokedex and five pokeballs, telling Professor Juniper that she already has a pokemon ready to be her starter. Professor wasn't willing to agree to Walcekite's wish and said that she should come back in a few days for a new pick out of the three, but after a short argument, a ten year old girl won and never came back to Professor Juniper's lab. Two years passed, her starter pokemon wasn't willing to come.
Walcekite had traveled far and wide for that first pokemon, one she has picked as the leader of her dream team, but it seems she has picked a too rare creature and two years were wasted. There were plenty of chances to try and capture a wild pokemon, though she didn't have a pokemon to choose, to battle on her side. Maybe she could have just took on the wild one herself, but she refused to do that either. Although she has a pokemon ready for her, which she "captured" when she was seven years old, she decided it will be her second one. The kitten pokemon was left to learn some attacks with TM's at Professor Juniper's laboratory. She should be very powerful by now, if she has been training or at least battling from time to time. Walcekite even has a nickname for her, well, actually for all her six to be pokemon. But without a start - she will not finish.
She didn't even notice how she walked into the store and collapsed her umbrella. She snapped out of her thoughts when she heard a familiar voice:
"Walcekite, are you alright? Got into your dreams again?" the voice was sad, but there was a hint of a giggle in it.
Walcekite softly shook and turned to the grocery store manager – Liana, a pretty, but a bit plum women who was in her thirty fives. Her Swadloon, sitting on the counter, looked at Walcekite with his rather grumpy look and went back to sleep, like a guard dog that understood there wasn't any danger.
"Oh, madam Liana. Yeah, I guess," Walcekite was embarrassed, but got herself together and took everything that was needed. Because of the girl's help around the shop, everything was free for her, but she wasn't the type to get all greedy - she only took what was essential and always appreciated Madam Liana's understanding, for Walcekite didn't have any money.
While she was carrying a grocery bag in one hand and getting ready to open her blue umbrella in the other, madam Liana spoke up:
"Dearie, you know that pokemon that you have been searching for? I think someone said they saw one in town," she didn't say it cheerfully. She had gotten false information about the needed pokemon before and these rumors have always proven to be false and only brought Walcekite down. Madam Liana didn't want that to happen again, but she couldn't stay quiet. Maybe this time it was true.
Walcekite froze and tried to keep her hands clenched to not drop any items. She was so close to giving up on being a pokemon trainer, but maybe it's not the time for her dream to die. It seemed this will be her last try.
"Where?" she asked calmly and rather coldly, not even turning around to face madam Liana, though her heart was pounding like crazy.
"Someone saw it down to the river - drinking, but it quickly ran off when it noticed a human. It seems it is very timid. The same happened another time, but it was seen eating apples in the forest. Then it didn't notice it was being watched and ate a whole apple till the human accidentally shimmered the bush he was hiding in. The pokemon jumped and instantly ran off," gave the needed information Madam Liana.
"Timid, huh? I wonder why is it so," Walcekite thought and then turned around to face Madam Liana "Thank you for the information," she bowed.
"Anytime dear," Madam Liana tried to smile, but the pitying of Walcekite was so strong it couldn't be hidden. "Be careful," she warned.
It was still raining and the afternoon, that should have been sunny and warm, was soggy and cold. Walcekite decided to look for her dream pokemon the next day when it won't rain.
When she got home and put the groceries in the fridge, she noticed a note on the door mat. "How didn't I see it earlier" she thought and picked the little piece of paper and read what was written on it:
"Dear Walcekite, your evolutionary stones have been delivered. You can pick them up at the post office."
"Heh, just great," Walcekite thought. "Everyone expects that I already have the pokemon. Now I feel even worse," a dark cloud of desperation engulfed the girl as she stood looking at the note. "Well, I guess I can still go pick them up," Decided Walcekite and put on her boots again.
"Closed?! But why?! I just got the note and now it's closed?!" shouted Walcekite furiously looking at the post office door with a big sign that had "CLOSED" written on it. No explanation and no one around, only a girl with an umbrella shouting at the door.
Walcekite turned around and went with a very grumpy face. If it hadn't been raining, it wouldn't have been so bad, but now her mood was terrible. Only the thought of her dream pokemon being in her hometown kept her going. She didn't meet anyone even half way home. It seemed everyone was smarter than her and didn't even want to step a foot outside. Finally Walcekite saw someone. It looked like it was a little girl sitting on some stairs in front of a main door of a rather small house. There was a little roof above her so she wasn't wet, but it didn't seem it was her house or she would have been inside a long time ago. The little girl, with seemingly blonde hair in braids and was hugging her knees as well as hiding her face.
"Hey there. Are you alright?" Walcekite pulled up the courage to communicate with the little girl, but she just shivered and raised her teal eyes at Walcekite. "Are you lost?" Walcekite asked again and got no answer back.
Suddenly lightning struck a nearby tree and Walcekite immediately turned to the source of the light. As she looked at the burning tree fascinated and scared at the same time, she felt something climbing up her clothes and wrapping itself at the back of her neck, from shoulder to shoulder. Because her right arm was occupied with holding the umbrella, Walcekite slowly raised her left arm to touch the creature. It was very soft and appeared to be shivering, but Walcekite was scared to pick it up, because it seemed it might be too heavy to pick up with a bent backwards arm. Walcekite turned to the blonde little girl to ask what is on her shoulders, but the girl was gone. Walcekite stepped on the stairs and, convinced that the girl was gone, let down her umbrella to pick up the creature with both hands from the right side. She didn't know what she was grabbing, but the main thing was not to let it go. Her fingers sunk in the soft fur and she finally grabbed the creature and pulled it out of her hair and to her face. A dark grey and rather big ball of fur was shaking in her arms. Walcekite looked at it and couldn't believe her eyes. The pokemon slowly raised its head to look at the shocked girl and then fearfully looked around as if it was ready to choose in which direction to jump.
"Please don't go," begged Walcekite. It seems there were tears filling up her eyes, but it may have been just rain.
Another lightning struck a further, than the last one, tree and the pokemon started shaking again so Walcekite cuddled it closer to her and started petting its head to calm it down. It seemed it worked a little to well and when Walcekite tried to communicate again, the pokemon was already asleep. The rain continued and Walcekite didn't want to leave it all alone so she decided:
"I better take you home, Zorua."
