PokeMoon:
Proluge
"Gogyou Mitsukai!" I faintly heard a voice shout. I opened one eyes and prodded my older sister, Gogyou Hoshi.
"Shut up, Hoshi! It's Saturday!" I shouted, bopping her with a staff I always had beside my bed. She growled and I drew back my teeth. The tense moment stopped as my staff, which I had set on a shelf right above my head, hit the said body part. The tension was solved and we both broke down in laughter.
I got dressed in my informal outfit of jean and a white t-shirt. I pulled on my socks, running down my stairs. I grabbed my 'blades as well as a pair of sneakers that belonged to-- guess who?-- me. I slung my shoes into my clear bag, pulling on my 'blades and skating over to Dendou Otome's house. I giggled as I let the smallest of changes happen to my system, allowing me to use my fire attacks. "I wish my fur wouldn't grow under my shirt!" I cursed quietly. Otome stepped up to the door and I released an ember on her.
"If you were in a Squirtle-morph you'd be dead meat!" She growled, her red cheeks sparking. I giggled and took off, and she shouted at me. She skated after me. We played, but something was nagging at my mind. I couldn't quite place it... but whatever it was... I shook my head to clear the thought, my red hair falling in my face.
When I say red, I don't mean the dinky orange. I'm talking crayon-red. Pikachu cheek-red.
Something about one of my teachers at school nagged at my mind through the school week. Her name was Mrs. Tuskino, and she radiated an odd energy that I could feel in my Xatu-morph. Something... Something told me something big would happen and that my whole life would change.
I'm not saying it's already normal, or anything. I mean, I AM a 'Changer'. That's what Netty, my Natu calls us Pokemorphs. Then again, Netty also says my name should be Kashu for all the singing I do. She's wierd.
"Gogyou Mitsukai!" I faintly heard a voice shout. I opened one eyes and prodded my older sister, Gogyou Hoshi.
"Shut up, Hoshi! It's Saturday!" I shouted, bopping her with a staff I always had beside my bed. She growled and I drew back my teeth. The tense moment stopped as my staff, which I had set on a shelf right above my head, hit the said body part. The tension was solved and we both broke down in laughter.
I got dressed in my informal outfit of jean and a white t-shirt. I pulled on my socks, running down my stairs. I grabbed my 'blades as well as a pair of sneakers that belonged to-- guess who?-- me. I slung my shoes into my clear bag, pulling on my 'blades and skating over to Dendou Otome's house. I giggled as I let the smallest of changes happen to my system, allowing me to use my fire attacks. "I wish my fur wouldn't grow under my shirt!" I cursed quietly. Otome stepped up to the door and I released an ember on her.
"If you were in a Squirtle-morph you'd be dead meat!" She growled, her red cheeks sparking. I giggled and took off, and she shouted at me. She skated after me. We played, but something was nagging at my mind. I couldn't quite place it... but whatever it was... I shook my head to clear the thought, my red hair falling in my face.
When I say red, I don't mean the dinky orange. I'm talking crayon-red. Pikachu cheek-red.
Something about one of my teachers at school nagged at my mind through the school week. Her name was Mrs. Tuskino, and she radiated an odd energy that I could feel in my Xatu-morph. Something... Something told me something big would happen and that my whole life would change.
I'm not saying it's already normal, or anything. I mean, I AM a 'Changer'. That's what Netty, my Natu calls us Pokemorphs. Then again, Netty also says my name should be Kashu for all the singing I do. She's wierd.