I am pretty convinced no one reads disclaimers, so I can pretty much say whatever I want...like pineapple mango crunch is the crunch of the now. But just in case someone is, this is rated what it is since I like to be crass and use vulgar language.
Edit: A reviewer pointed this out (Thank you so much reppad98!) Touko, Cheren, and Bianca are NOT ten years old! I think it is super irresponsible for adults to let preteens wander around the Pokemon world. =p~ So in my own little world of Unova, one must be of the age of majority or successfully completed secondary school (high school) to be eligible to compete for gym badges.
The moment Touko stepped into Accumula Town, she felt like a hick. As clichéd as it was to never leave her hometown, the closest she ever got was when she accompanied her mother to the airport to welcome her grandparent's home after a vacation.
For the most part, she tuned Professor Juniper out when she was giving a lecture on how to properly use a Pokemon Center. She bobbed her head for yes at the moments deemed appropriate. While the professor was explaining the PC system, Touko leaned against the Pokemon counter and absently played with a strand of hair.
This explanation was unnecessary and lame. Hey—it was unnecessarily lame! Touko then halted her train of thought. That didn't make sense…
"Aren't you just floored?" the professor asked, beaming at Touko.
That snapped her out of her inner monologue about the various usages for the phrase unnecessarily lame. Touko only nodded her head once more, hoping that she didn't just agree that shooting Lillipups was a perfectly acceptable activity.
Whatever professor Juniper said previously was ignored as Bianca asked a question about Someone's PC.
Touko's eyes traveled to the potted plant her friend was standing near. Touko was pretty confident in her ability to figure out a computer.
And the plant besides Bianca looked like it needed to be watered…
Touko wondered if her Pokemon were in good hands at the Pokemon Center. If the nurse couldn't keep the plants healthy, should she really be trusted to keep her Pokemon healthy…?
Oh gosh! They were moving to the counter! Touko quickly moved right behind her friend while the professor explained the two bored looking young men behind the counter. She finally tuned into the explanation and was thankful she could finally purchase potions. Her Lillipup and Oshawott took some serious beatings on the road to Accumula Town. She needed potions pretty desperately.
"No Pokeballs?" Bianca questioned.
"Nope." Touko replied. "Potions. I can always catch more Pokemon later."
"But what about the Pokedex?" Bianca continued.
"I won't get very far if I have to keep running to and from the Pokenon Center." Touko replied while she waited for her change.
After making her purchase, her and Bianca stepped outside and immediately walked into a crowd that gathered during the professor's winded explanation.
"C'mon!" Bianca said, grabbing Touko's hand. "They might be doing a Pokemon magic show!"
"Doubtful," Touko replied. She barely had time to stuff her recent purchases into her bag before the blonde navigated the two of them through the crowd and right into Touko's favorite bespectacled buddy.
"What's going on?" Touko asked Cheren once Bianca let go of the death grip she had around her wrist.
"Just listen." Chren answered. The dark haired youth frowned slightly. "This man looks like a clown…I don't get his appeal to warrant a mass gathering like this."
But as soon as the robed man began his speech about Pokemon Liberation, Touko understood why such a large crowd gathered. As the man known as Ghetsis began his speech, Touko felt her hand go to her Pokeballs.
The speech was not particularly compelling, but it raised a question Touko sometimes wondered: were Pokemon happy? Many seemed happy enough, but from the looks on the faces of people in the crowd, it seemed like they were wondering the same thing.
"Ridiculous." Chren scoffed. He then glanced at his friend who was looking at her Pokeballs. "Do NOT tell me you are thinking of drinking their Kool Aid after a horribly delivered speech. Look." He continued and gestured over to what could be best described as Ghetsis' honor guard.
'Do you notice anything about those goons?"
Touko looked over and considered. "They're gingers..?"
"Right." Cheren said. "And we all know that gingers have no souls. Which means anything they say should be disregarded."
"They were eerie." Bianca said probably just for the sake of not having any more talk gingers being devoid of a soul. Bianca never liked it when her and Cheren got their snark on.
"They were kind of cultish…I don't know." Touko trailed off. "Bleh, whatever. Let's bounce."
"I'm surprised no one called the police to be honest." Cheren said.
"You mean the fashion police?"
"That was bad. Even for you, Touko."
"Well fuck you."
"Fuck you too."
"Where and when, pretty boy?" Touko teased. She put her hands on her cheeks and pretended to be embarrassed. "I trust you'll be gentle…"
"I'll catch up with you two when you can be more mature." Bianca said, disappearing into the mass of humanity.
Before Touko had a chance to apologize to her sensitive friend, they were interrupted.
"Your Pokemon, they speak to me…"
Cheren and Bianca exchanged confused looked before looking over to Touko, who pointed to herself as if asking if the fast talking green haired newcomer was referring to her.
"Boy, you speak kind of fast, don't you?" Cheren remarked. "Usually a form of greeting suffices when addressing people for the first time. And what is it you said about Pokemon speaking?"
The green haired stranger seemed unphased by what Cheren said. Nonetheless, he slowed his speech down significantly. "Yes, they do. They don't speak do you, Trainer? How…pitiable." He then held out his hand. "My name is N."
"Cheren." He friend said, reluctantly shaking N's hand. "And this is Touko."
"I'm a Trainer myself." N continued. His peridot colored eyes met Touko's blue. He the nodded in greeting. "Though I have to ask myself, are they really happy?"
Touko bite the inside of her cheeks. "I am sure people wonder that from time to time." She said. "But I think if Pokemon were really unhappy, they would have revolted against their Trainers by now."
"Perhaps." N agreed. "But let's put that to the test, Touko. I want to hear the voice of your Pokemon again!"
Touko stared blankly at the Pokeball N produced and held in front of him.
"Look, Ihn was it? I'm flattered and all, but I'm really not in the mood." Touko tried to say. N, however, stared expectedly at her. Eventually, Touko begrudgingly reached for Lilipup's Pokeball.
"Damn it," she sighed before calling out for her Pokemon. Why don't you tell me what my Pokemon are saying when they're kicking your Pokemon's asses?
The battle went quicker than Touko expected. As soon as she called Lilipup back, she caught a glimpse of N's expression. He looked both surprised and crestfallen.
"That was interesting." N remarked. "Your Pokemon are surprisingly eloquent, Touko." He looked like he wanted to say more. Instead, he handed over some winning money before departing as quickly as he came.
"What…the fuck?" Cheren remarked as soon as N was out of earshot.
"This town has had their fair share of Crazy Flakes for breakfast, but at least he just thought he could talk to Pokemon, not liberate them." Touko said with a dismissive hand wave. "Look at it this way: he bought, you, B, and I dinner!"
Cheren checked his Xtransceiver for the time. "You and Bianca can have some bonding over pizza, braiding hair, and talking about cute boys. I'm going to go on ahead."
"But it's getting late…" Touko protested.
"Not that late." Cheren said. "Sorry, Touko, but I want to battle Striaton City's gym leader. There is no point of being on an adventure if we don't have a goal. I'll see you later!"
With a slight wave, Cheren left Touko fuming in the plaza. She had always imagined going on an adventure and traveling with friends, not abandoning them.
Whatever, Touko thought. At least she was going to enjoy her Pokemon adventure.
I feel the need to say something profound, but I got nothing besides the fact I changed the dialogue since I don't want N to come across as a complete nutjob. I also wanted to make the dialogue a bit more realistic.
I also know I am not the first to do this type of story, so my only hope is that I can entertain you, my dear reader with my words. I like to think I am mildly entertaining.
...Mildly.
