Hey there people, this is only my second piece of work that I've actually found time to upload, so I hope it's not too bad. I do have others but I haven't deemed them worthy of the internet yet. This one might not be ready either, but so far I think it's turning out good. Please R&R after you read.
Disclaimer: I own nothing that has do with Pokemon, well, I have some of the merchandise, but Game Freak owns the show/game or whatever
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"Go, Jolt! Thunder shock!"
The small yellow creature easily produced a large, and slightly explosive, amount of lightning and hurled it at its opponent. The target had no chance of escaping and took the blow head on.
The girl giving the orders to the 'Jolt' threw a small red and white ball at the now unconscious animal.
"YES! I caught a Nidorina!" the girl cheered. "Do you know what this means Jolteon?"
"Jolt!"
"Yup, that means I can now breed my Nidorino! I'll soon have an army of Pokemon!" she beamed at the Jolteon, which nuzzled her leg affectionately.
"Come on, let's get home."
The pair raced off to their home to share the new Pokemon that they got.
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"Mom, Dad, I'm home!"
"Hello Erica," a voice called from the other room.
"Mom~," the girl groaned, "How many times do I have to tell you? Everyone calls me Rice!"
"Your father doesn't," her mother countered.
"Ugh, at least he calls me Rissa or Ric," Rice pulled the milk out of the fridge and began to drink from the near empty carton.
"ERICA!" her mother shrieked
The sudden loud noise caused Rice to drop the milk to the floor, spilling its contents all over the floor.
"Oh honey, I just cleaned this kitchen." Sobbed her mother.
"Yeah, that's great mom, you do that everyday, but what about my shirt? This is so gonna leave one of those nasty milk stains!"
Rice's mother looked up from the mess and at her daughter making a face, "You wore that when you went out today?"
The girl looked down and grinned at her clothes, she was wearing one of her favorite outfits; torn jeans, worn running shoe, one of her many skater shirts, and her favorite black beanie.
"Yup," she replied, "and now I'm off to take a shower."
Upon passing her mother, Rice stopped.
"Oh, right," she mumbled, pulling out the ball she used earlier, "I caught a Nidorina, come on out girl."
The little blue creature blinked a few times before it finished surveying its new surroundings, then it looked up at its new trainer. In turn, the girl knelt down beside the small poison-type.
"If you'd like, you can stay here and live with us for a while," Rice offered.
The Pokemon sat there a moment, pondering the words, then smiled saying, "Nii~."
Rice grinned, "Cool, hey Jolteon?"
"Jolt?"
"Could you please show our new friend around the place while I get cleaned up?"
"Jolt!" he replied happily, taking the Nidorina to see around the house and fields.
Rice went up the stairs to take a nice hot shower and relax, not noticing her mother smiling widely at her.
"She's so grown up," she whispered to herself with a hint of sadness. Then she looked back at the floor to see the mess that still lay across the kitchen floor and added angrily, "Too bad she can't clean up after herself."
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After her shower, Rice retired to her room.
It was relatively large, then again, so was the rest of their house. Even though it was only the three of them living in it, the building was also made to house Pokemon. Certain rooms were set for the incubating of the eggs, while others were for the training and fitness of the Pokemon that resided with them, at least for the time being. After all, not only was this property for the breeding and raising of their own Pokemon, but also for the care of others who need the help.
Carefully stepping over the clothes and items that littered the floor of her room, Rice finally made her way to the computer desk on the back corner.
It made a whirring noise as she cut it on, and then she patiently waited for the log in page to load.
"Hello Ms. Slalome," the computer said.
"Hey Com," Rise replied, "Open log in file Rice Slalome."
"Please type in password Ms. Slalome."
Rice did as the computer asked and sat back as her personal profile developed onto the screen.
"Loading complete."
"Thanks Com."
"Yes Ms. Slalome."
She sighed, "Jeez Com, how many times have I told you to call me Rice and not Ms Slalome?"
"Many times… Ms. Rice."
The girl smiled at the computer's attempts to be informal. She knew it would probably never call her Rice, after all, it was only a computer and you can't teach something that technically didn't have a brain.
After checking her e-mail, Rice realized she had no reason to stay on the computer. She didn't have anyone to chat with because most of her friends were much younger than her. She didn't mind the kids in their town, but sometimes Rice wished for a companion of her own age. Truth be told, she did at one point, but she was only about four or five when he moved away. All she could remember about him was that he had bright green eyes and really spiky hair.
Rice sighed and got up from the computer, "Com, stand by mode."
"Yes Ms. Rice."
As she walked towards the door, Rice's reflection in the mirror caught her eye, 'I don't look too bad,' she thought to herself, 'Mom doesn't know what she's talking about, I have a great sense of style.'
And she didn't. Truthfully, Rice was actually quite attractive, her golden blonde hair barely brushed her shoulders as she moved and fluffed out from under her beanie. Though it looked coarse it was actually quite soft, as though it were the fur of a Linoone.
The color of said hair also seemed to accentuate her lightly tanned skin and gently toned muscles. She wasn't ripped of course, but she was definitely strong enough to hold her own in a fist fight, not that she got in to those often.
Even just one look at her face could tell you that she had a European back ground, sure a lot of people look European, but with her small nose and raised cheek bones, it was almost impossible to mistaken her for anything else. She also had bright blue eyes that, for whatever reason, seemed to show her emotions for anyone to see, even the children of the small town called them "Magic Eyes." In a way they were, changing from bright blue to a dull and clouded navy when she became tired.
"Rissa!" Rice's father yelled from the bottom of the stairs, "Dinner's ready!"
"Coming Daddy!" she called back, tearing herself from the mirror.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs, Rice could already tell what dinner was, "Wow Mom," she said plopping down at the table, "shrimp alfredo? Candied carrots? Sweet butter-corn? What's the occasion?" Her reason for asking was simple, everyone in town knew how much of a health nut Rice's mother was, she wouldn't even be caught dead holding a carton of whipping cream, let alone cook with it!
"Your father said that he had some important news about someone coming to help with the eggs and asked if I could make something special tonight, so I said yes," her mother explained.
"Ooh~ cool."
When the dinner was finally ready, the little family sat down and dug into the delicious meal. Then, once their bellies were full, Mr. Slalome told the news to his ever patient wife and child.
"Alright, tomorrow a special someone is coming to research some of our Pokemon eggs. Apparently her wants to be able to get up close to them and the newborns in order to understand more about them," Mr. Slalome could see the two in front of him on edge, but didn't continue.
Rice knew exactly what he was doing; he wanted to torture them by not saying who it was, boy was that agitating, "Come on Daddy! Spit it out! Who is it?"
Her father's grin broadened, "It's Professor Oak!"
Mrs. Slalome was shocked, "Really Honey? That's great! But why on Earth would he pick our ranch?"
"He said that our ranch was the best one in all of Sinnoh! And he said he can't wait to see how it is that we train and raise our Pokemon to make them so incredibly strong."
"When's he coming?" Rice questioned.
"He'll be here tomorrow sometime and he'll be staying for a while, at least until he gets what he needs for his research. He even said that he'd bring his grandson with him."
'Oh, goody, another kid," Rice thought inwardly, pasting a smile onto her face.
If only she didn't know how truly wrong she was to thing that the grandson of Professor Oak was a mere child.
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Okay, first chapter is finally up, reviewing would be much appreciated, as would actually reading the rest of the story once I finally post it, but I can only ask so much. Thanks for reading so far!