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Slowly the light crept through the window. Its golden, luxurious rays lit upon a handsome chiselled face which was still asleep. In the soft morning light his soft brown locks cascaded softly down the side of his face, highlighting the great strength in his face while also revealing a softer inner core. Slowly his eyes opened revealing the powerful and determined purple and orange streaked orbs which were held within. With a light bound he leapt out of bed revealing a surprisingly well toned body for a ten year old. "Today's the day I become a Pokemon master!" he said to his reflection, a resolute smile playing across his lips. Striding manfully over to his wardrobe he pulled on a crisp white linen shirt. This he left wide open at the neck to show off his considerable chest hair. Next he pulled on a pair of tight black jeans that had once belonged to his sister. However after he had single-handily passed all her exams to get her into the top University she had showered many present upon him, including these. He liked them especially as they made all the important parts of his lower body stand out so well.
Downstairs he could hear a distant howling start to begin. "Ahh poor mama," he thought to himself. She had been like this for weeks now. Ever since he had announced to the town that he was going to become the Ultimate Pokemon Master she had been in grieving. It couldn't be helped though. It was his destiny to become the best. Around his neck on a gold chain was the pink stone he had been found with ten years ago. Somehow this stone would be key to everything, he knew that. It held a deep power that not even the town Professor had been able to figure out. He would figure it out though. It was his destiny.
In the living room his whole family was gathered to wish him goodbye. Though he was not in fact their actual real son, his adopted parents had informed him many times that he was so much dearer to them than any real son could be. Certainly they had treated Derek with nothing but scorn, calling him "the runt" to his face and worse sometimes. However he had tried to teach Derek how to be adequate and he was reasonably certain that after another couple more years Derek might someday impress his parents. He hoped so anyway. As soon as he appeared in the doorway his sister and mother threw themselves on his shoulder's weeping piteously. Behind them he could see the nineteen year old Derek and his father trying to stay strong but the tears were still evident in their eyes.
"Ohhhh no" his mother moaned piteously. "Please, please don't leave us! Any day without you would be agony! Please, please!!!" He patted their heads in a comforting manner before shifting them both off his shoulders. He then walked up to his brother and father.
"Goodbye son, I know you will be the best" stuttered his father before embracing him as well. Derek couldn't speak and could only snivel pathetically. Our hero stuck out his hand to shake his brothers as he didn't want any grime on his nice clean clothes. Unfortunately he forgot to make his grip loose and he saw his brother screw up his face in pain. He let go with a laugh "Sorry I forget my strength sometimes!" The room rang loud with laughter at this; even his mother raised her head from her hands to guffaw. His dad clipped Derek round the head "I hope you didn't dirty his clothes runt!"
"Now father you know it isn't his fault. He can't help himself"
"I am sorry son. I just can't be as forgiving as you"
Our hero merely smiled at this. "I only hope I have been a good example to him. Now dear family I must be off. I have to become the Ultimate Pokemon Master. It is my destiny!"
With that he strode manfully out the door and into the street. Outside all the village girls had gathered outside his door. Noticing him they all simultaneously burst into tears and fell about him. Sighing sadly he placed his hand inside his pocket and took out a number of red rose petals on which he had signed his autograph. With a swift movement these were thrown into the air and with a ear-splitting screech all the girls threw themselves into an unseemly scuffle to try and get some of these. Striding onward our hero made his way up the street to his local Pokemon lab which lay a little way outside his town atop a tall hill. Here nine other trainers had been waiting for three hours for the ceremony to begin. Professor Oak, who had travelled especially to this town for the ceremony ran forward as soon as he had entered. "Oh we have all been so worried. We thought something might have happened to you. So we delayed the ceremony until you arrived"
"Oh no Oaky. I just wanted another couple of hour's beauty sleep so I decided to come a little late." The room was filled with deafening laughter as all the trainers' laughed at the idea of him needing any beauty sleep. "So can we get started here? I do have places to go and see you know."
"Oh I'm sorry. Here we will begin right away." Professor Oak smiled at this point toward the other trainers. "Now I know normally we would test you all to see who has the most ability and let that trainer have first choice. However I don't think today there is any question who is the most talented. So" he said smiling toward our hero, "would you like to choose first?" "Oaky dokey" he answered bringing forth another round of laughter. Professor Redwood, a tiny, nervous, little man whose lab it actually was, walked forward at this point with a silver tray on which sat 11 tiny Pokeballs. "Once you release the Pokemon from its ball it officially becomes yours" he said a quiet reedy voice. "You become responsible for the care and growth of the Pokemon from that point."
Striding forward confidently our hero placed his palm face downwards above the tray and closed his powerful violet eyes. The room went deathly quiet and completely still. Suddenly a sharp crackle of power shot up his body lifting several of his long chocolate brown hairs high into the air. The light seemed to drain away from the room leaving him to shine through the darkness. One power which he had taken from his stone was the development of psychic abilities. He could look into each Pokeball to see the Pokemon inside. "A Mew" he said to himself, "no would make it too easy. Same for the Dratini and the Celebri. Pidgeys and Rattatta's wouldn't suit my new designer backpack," (which he had unfortunately forgotten and left at home). "A toss up between the Pikachu and the Charmander?" he thought musingly. "Red would suit me more though I think". "Right" he said out loud as he opened his eyes, "I pick…." It was at this point he noticed that there were little paper cards in front of each Pokeball naming the monster inside.
Laughing out loud, he lifted the Pokeball down off the tray and released the Charmander. When the little red lizard spotted his new master, he leapt into the air with excitement and then ran over to his master to attach itself to his legs. "Hey there little buddy, mind the jeans will you?" Again the room rung with laughter.
It was under the cover of this that another trainer entered the room. "Well, well. Isn't it Mr Wonderful and all his fans?!" spat the girl harshly. She was the very epitome of an evil trainer. Her black hair was cut short and spiked up with red highlights. Her face was ghostly white and her eyes were surrounded in kohl. She wore some obscure band t-shirt which even she had probably had never even heard of and a black leather jacket which hung down past her short skirt and fishnet tights.
"Ahh" our hero said with a smile "where is the funeral?" The sheer originality of this remark sent everyone into hysterics, including the two Professors.
Evita flushed at this but still managed to growl toward our hero who merely responded with one of his devastating smiles. "Oak I wanna Pokemon"
"That's Professor Oak to you young lady" the Professor snapped.
Rudely pushing past him she snatched at the tray. "Ahh" she sneered maliciously "a Squirtle! This will give me a type advantage against you! Come on face me in a Pokemon battle now and we will see who is the best"
"For me to see who is best I would need a mirror." Our hero's sparkling wit once again sent the room into convulsions and made Evita flush even harder as she couldn't think of a reply. "Come on outside and I will show what Pokemon fighting is all about!" With breathless excitement all the other trainers ran after them. Professor Oak was really excited as he ran through the door. In his entire career he couldn't say he had looked forward to a Pokemon match more before. Evita was the local bad girl, hanging about on street corners, up to no good all the time. While our hero was a shining example of excellence which the whole village aspired to meet, Evita represented all that was bad about society today. A victory for her would truly mark a victory for evil over good. Professor Oak suddenly stopped in his tracks. He had just realised something terrible.
"Wait" he shouted as he made his way out to the small earthen patch outside the lab which was marked out as a Pokemon fighting square. "I forgot to say that I had been training that Squirtle myself! It's much more powerful than your Charmander!" "It's ok Smokey Oaky. It's my destiny to win this match" "This is my chance to finally get my revenge against you and the rest of this stupid town! Go Squirtle!" As the Squirtle burst free it was clear to see that it already had a shifty look about its eyes. It was as if it knew that it was destined for evil. Our hero winked down at his Charmander, who winked back before stepping onto the pitch. At opposite ends both Pokemon glared at each other sizing their opponent up before Evita shouted out "Go Squirtle use water gun!" Opening its mouth wide the Squirtle took a deep breath before shooting out a large blast of water directly toward Charmander. Staring lazily at the oncoming attack our hero waited till the last second before calling out "Barrier!" Lifting one of its small clawed hands the Charmander swung it in front of its face just before the water hit. Bouncing off the invisible wall the attack rebounded straight on Evita drenching her utterly. "Agh!" she screamed out as a roar of laughter came from the crowd. "Feel a little wet Evita?" our hero responded causing some of the crowd to fall to their knees.
"Go Squirtle" she shouted in a shrill voice "use tackle attack!" The Squirtle ducked its head down and charged towards the grinning Charmander. Waiting again till the last moment our hero shouted out "Charmander dig!" Suddenly the Charmander dropped out of sight letting the Squirtle crash headlong into the trunk of a tree which was growing opportunely there. As the water Pokemon stumbled dizzily backward the Charmander exploded up from beneath it sending it flying through the air to hit Evita square in the chest. As Charmander sauntered back to its position it exchanged a high five with its master. After a comical couple of seconds in which Pokemon and girl rolled about in the mud they managed to detach themselves. Reaching into her bag Evita pulled out a Potion bottle which she squirted into her Pokemon's mouth. Reenergised the Squirtle leapt back into the ring looking healthy and strong again. "Ha, ha. Didn't expect that did you? Now I'm going to win!"
"Charmander" our hero said to his Pokemon with a quiet magnitude that suddenly silenced the crowd, "its time to finish this. Thunderbolt attack!"
Evita started backwards in shock but the Charmander's red cheeks were already sparking with electricity. "Char…Man…Der!!!" he shouted before shooting the immense lightning attack at the Squirtle. The water Pokemon was instantly fried and fortunately some of the electricity also managed to hit Evita as well sending her flying backwards. The crowd stood up to give our hero a standing ovation, whilst Professor Oak had to wipe a tear from his eyes. "One of the best performances I have ever seen by a trainer. He will surely be the best ever," he said quietly to himself.
"Wait a second here." Our hero turned to see Evita struggle to her feet. "Charmander is a fire Pokemon. How could he use an electric attack"
He smiled in a mysterious fashion back at her "I am afraid it's only something that a Pokemon master knows how to do." He then turned to the rest of the crowd. "But I will be more than that. I will be the Ultimate Pokemon Master!" It took quite some five minutes to stop the crowd cheering and in this time Evita managed to escape with her Pokemon.
Our hero watched her go, aware that he could have stopped her but also aware that it wasn't her fault that she thought like she did. Perhaps meeting her and beating another couple of times would knock some sense into her and she would become a well meaning member of society. She would thank him some day as being the inspiration that stopped her going into prison. Turning to Professor Oak again he motioned towards the distant peaks, "its time I was off."
The Professor suddenly looked worried and in a comical fashion started to root about in his pockets frantically. "Oh wait a second. Where is it"
With a smile our hero reached in his pocket to produce a bright red case. "Don't worry Oaky pokey I built my own Pokedex. I knew you would probably lose yours" The Professors face cleared. "Oh good. I know you are really the only one who could be trusted to find all the Pokemon in the world"
With a smile our hero turned from his enraptured audience and made his way down the path.
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