AN: I know I'm starting fics left and right. I've had this in my head since I started watching Pokémon at age 10. Now, Tonya get's her fanfiction journey. Disclaimer: Tonya and her Lucario are mine, the rest isn't. If you like it, please review. Reviews help get the story done and when you don't, I feel like nobody cares. So, if you do care, let me know. Enough bold, on with the show!
Come Speak To Me
People in my world seek many things. Wealth, power, fame. But most of all, they seek knowledge of the creatures that live with us called Pokémon. The humans can't communicate directly to them. They try, but they don't know what the Pokémon are speaking or why. The best thing they can do is connect to them on a deep level and true trainers will understand. But, it's not enough. What can make them understand exactly what Pokémon are saying precisely is a book. It looks like a textbook, with drawings of all the Legendary Pokémon on its cover. The language of all Pokémon is written inside of it. And I am the only one who has it.
"GOOD MORNING VIETNAM! I MEAN PEWTER CITY!" A ear-splitting dong rang through my too tiny dwelling from Lucario ringing her training bell.
"Lucario! I know you wake up early but that doesn't mean everyone else does! You probably woke the whole forest!" I barked leaping out of bed. You probably wouldn't have understood me if you weren't a Pokémon. I was speaking the dialect Lucarios use, but other Pokémon would've understood just fine.
"I tried screaming, slapping, and shaking! I was ready to use Aura Sphere." my companion Pokémon Lucario said. "Or does Sleeping Tonya need more rest?" using sarcasm.
"I don't think it'll be an option. Winter's coming and we need food." My little cave in the woods doesn't usually hold up well, it's a miracle me and Lucario lived here this long. It's small but comfortable. There's tons of food and a fire in the middle of the cave to cook it with. Most uppity trainers wouldn't spend a night in here, but I don't mind. It's a place to rest my head with the cots I found from a dump. My pack rests at the door-like entrance. We've been here ever since we were both abandoned. Most I let the memory about how it all began come back to me.
"Yay! Me, Mom, and Dad are going to a festival!" the little girl called. She was six, slightly tan, with black hair and eyes like a Bulbasaur's seed. And she was under the impression she was driving to the festival outside of her hometown, Pewter City.
"Honey? Why do you keep reading that book?" her mother asked in a severe tone, meaning the book on her daughter's lap she couldn't put down. No matter how many times she got rid of it, it kept coming back. He husband tried burning it once, but when he got to her daughter's room it was in her lap! Tonya had it for as long as she was alive. She read it before she started talking. Now, she would try to talk to Pokémon in a strange call. She looked insane and it wasn't fitting to the Giovanni family.
"Tonya, do you remember when I said you would punished if you kept talking to Pokémon?" her father demanded. Not expecting the question she replied, "Yes Dad, but it's cool! It lets me talk to Pokémon!" He sighed, "You know Pokémon are animals right? They don't talk like we do."
"I know but I'm learning to talk like them!" she said, noticing the car came to a stop.
"Well if you want to be like Pokémon you can live with them in the wild!" her mother shrieked opening the door and kicking her daughter in the stomach out the door. Landing on her side, Tonya saw her parents driving away from her and out of her young life.
"Tonya! Look alive!" I looked up to get hit in the face with a berry. Most people think all Lucarios are serious and gruff, and have "masters". But mine is the goofiest, immature Pokémon that ever existed that usually calls me dude, bro, or "you with the face". Her aura is orange, meaning she's bright and happy. But, she's tough and has a good heart. Just don't get on her bad side, you won't be able to run. Her tracking is the best out of any Lucario I've seen. "You ok? Your aura is off. Turning purple." she observed. She's also better at sensing emotions than most Lucarios. Right now, I'm studying from the book. There isn't a title, just the Pokémon of legend. I love the Lucario drawing though. He's not really a legendary, but what he and Sir Arron did was amazing. They'll always be my favorites, hands down.
"Pika Pika Pi Ka Chu!", trying to practice my Pikachu dialect. Lucario looked into the bush and her ears stood up. I focused my aura and saw three figures walking toward me, about 50 feet away. "Hey I heard a Oddish! I haven't caught that yet!" I heard a high-pitched guy say. A Pikachu bust out of a bush. "PikaPika!" it called way too loudly. It's master probably heard it!
"Pikapi! Pikkapi!(No! Get out of here!)" I whispered quickly. Lucario got into fighting stance.
"Hey Pikachu!" I heard the girly boy call again. He ran through the bush and stopped. "You don't look like a Pokémon." Two more people followed him. One was a redheaded girl who looked really annoyed with him. And the other I recognized anywhere. It was Brock.
"Tonya? Where have you been?"
Looks like Tonya and Brock have a past! Like? Hate? Doesn't matter. SO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! THEY'RE MY WRITING FUEL! I don't care if you troll me, just leave something in the box.