Prologue- Condolences
My brother just past away to some form of cancer.
Oh, I'm sorry to just throw that at you while you are still trying to decide your purpose in reading this. But like me, you are going to have to learn to accept that sad truth. Especially when all that he leaves for you, are his small collection of things he owned - simple things like toys, a Nintendo system and the like - most notably, a shiny Greninja.
Strange.
What was a 15 year old doing with such a high class, and still relatively new found species of Pokemon? Making it more confusing, he had little experience with the training process. He however, did have big dreams of becoming a legendary trainer - a dream that a lot kids in our generation have experienced in some way or another. When do you think the legendary 'Red Trainer' started? Assuming that this is being read on the world of which I come, you should know that he was very young. His fame makes it a widely know rags to riches kind of story.
My brother, no matter how much he wanted it, was destined to fall short of his dream. Death had been creeping on him very quickly since the day of his birth, and on July 16 of this year, it finally came to be.
Now what in the world do I do with this greninja he has left behind? My father, being and Oak Executive, had taken it home once their work was done with it. He was now thinking of taking it back. But the memories of my brother were stuck to the existence of the creature. As long as I cared for it, it would be in honor of my brother.
His name was Stougen.
It comes from a declination of my family's last name, Stou. 'Gen' being a word meaning 'new' or something like that. He was a new addition to our family, at the same time being a new addition to the PokeDex, and the world of Pokemon. Everything from the way he talks to his behavior is new.
My father had recently taken interest in the vocal chords of Pokemon in general. The idea at the time was to determine why Pokemon uttered, simply, the names of their corresponding species. Why couldn't they learn human languages as a method of communication? The only way that we could understand them was by taking endless translation classes, but even that wasn't enough.
Stougen, in his gurgled voice, was eventually able to break through and say a total of: 1 word other than his name. That word, randomly, was apple. I don't know if the color red was it, or the mere shape, but when my brother taught him the word, all Stougen could do is go around identifying apples. I hope to teach him new words.
Today was the day after his funeral.
I may have been affected, but Stougen appeared to be affected harder.
All he could do the whole day today is sit in his corner, occupying himself by trying to accomplish putting his entire tongue in his mouth, making it bulge as a result. I needed him as much as he needed me to get through the experience. I was not going to let my father take him back.
As for my father, who would be taking notes on Stougen's behavior whenever he showed sign of emotion, he simply laid in his room with my mom crying a considerable amount. He would never set foot inside Oak's office again. He would never be the same man again.