On a warm spring day in Nuvema Town, something just has to happen. I know it better than most people, because the worst events of my life always happen on warm, sunny, spring days.
My name is Ryan Kuro. I'm fourteen and I live with my aunt, uncle, and Litwick. Contrary to some beliefs, my aunt and uncle are fine, upstanding members of society. They just took me in because my parents and elder brother died when the Royal Unova I sank. It had a rule about kids having to be older than 10, and I was four at the time. My brother was fourteen, so he came with them, to his doom. I don't remember much about my parents, but I do remember the day I was told they died.
I have blond hair and turquoise eyes, which are sometimes red on days of computer overuse. I have a normal female Litwick, which serves as a reading light after dark, and my only link to the past.
-X-
"Meep! Mee-mee-mee-meep! Meep!"
Groaning, I roll over towards my night table, and the SNOOZE button. I reach up to press it and I feel a hard, waxy, warm surface instead of the top of the clock. I creak open my eyes and I see the angry face of my Litwick.
"Lit-wick! Lit- lit -li wick-wick!"
"Okay, sorry, sorry." I sigh as I climb out of bed. I smell something delicious cooking and begin to head for the door, but Litwick stands in front of me with the determination of a soccer goalie. And I'm the ball.
"Fine. I'll finish my morning routine, then head downstairs."
Litwick chirps contentedly, then proceeds to block the door. I know I am not getting out without finishing my routine.
-X-
Thirty minutes later, I emerge from the bathroom. I am wearing a red hoodie, black jeans and a pair of grey socks. Litwick finally moves and then proceeds to follow me downstairs.
I follow my nose to the kitchen and smile when I see a plate of cinnamon buns. I reach for one, but a hand blocks me.
"Careful. Those just came out of the oven." says my aunt. I notice that she is wearing oven mitts. My aunt has turquoise eyes and dark hair- she is my mother's sister.
I grab a plate, a knife and a fork. Litwick toddles around the kitchen, following my cousin Leo, who is two.
My uncle blocks Litwick. I think he still doesn't trust Litwick, even though it played with me when my parents, brother and I lived in Mistralton. As I begin to eat that cinnamon goodness, a knock on the door startles me into getting up and checking.