Alright, It's me again. I'm trying to do a Pokémon fic because, well, I got Pokémon Black and I've been meaning to write one! I'm back….. ish. The character is based on my file for Black, and she has the same Pokémon. Also, she's already finished the storyline for black, so Reshiram is with her. HOWEVER, she won't be using them all that much except a maybe a battle or two, and she has no other legendaries besides the aforementioned. It's a little bit of a crazy plotline, so bear with me, okay? Dawn and Barry make appearances throughout the story, so be looking for them!
SORA
"Hey there, sweet thang. What's your name?" I twitched one sapphire eye in irritation but didn't turn around to look. Sinnoh was a place where I wasn't well known, after all. Best to keep my head down unless I was needed.
After all, how many fifteen-year-old girls can claim they saved the entire Unova region? One. At least in this dimension. Wouldn't put it past Arceus to have made more; just take the dream world and entralink for example. I can vouch for sure that I nearly had a heart attack the first time a dream Pokémon became part of my team. But I'm getting off track. I didn't even need to lift my pink visor to know what kind of man this would be. Sure enough, when he had the audacity to force me to look at him, I came face-to-face with aftershave, man-stink, and maybe even a bit of manure.
"Let go," I warned, scrunching up my face. He laughed and tossed me away, making me fall over a chair. Angry, I stood up, hand itching towards my poke-belt. The laughter grew as I unlatched a ball.
"Oh, so she wants to fight, eh?" The man slurred out, glancing over at his buddies, who were guffawing madly behind him. "Feisty, I like it."
He pulled out his own poke ball and launched it almost comically into the air.
"C'mon, Machop! Show this lady's Pokémon who's boss!" I almost face-palmed. He hadn't even evolved it yet, and this place was all the way out by Sunnyshore city. The Machop gave a cry of affirmation that I didn't need to be N to understand. It was just as vulgar and suggesting as its owner. I sighed and switched poke balls, going for my new Sinnoh starter. It was only fair, really, since my next lowest Pokémon was a level forty-three Gallade.
"Alright, Piplup, show me your stuff," I said, tossing the ball. Piplup stood tall, preening itself. The laughter grew louder, much to Piplup's chagrin. It puffed up its chest, only causing more laughter.
"Of course she'd have girly Pokémon, though. Hey boss! Someone forgot to tell her cute Pokémon are no good for fights!" I sneered, looking up at the Machop. Fine; they wanted hard ball, I'd show them hard ball.
"Piplup, growl."
"Machop, tackle!"
I snorted. His Machop was slow, too. "Dodge and growl again." Piplup yawned dramatically as it leisurely moved out of the way. He turned to look at me as if to say "Are we gonna end this anytime soon?" And didn't even bother facing his opponent.
"Machop, Tackle again!"
"Bubble, Piplup."
The battle ended. I pulled out my Pokedex and actually did facepalm. Creeps like him, fighting women with level five Machops? He might as well have just caught it. I held my hand out expectantly, and got an angry, contorted face in response.
"Pay? You want cash? I don't play that way, girl," he spat. My eyes narrowed. "If you're a registered trainer you do. And you shouldn't have a Pokémon if you're not." He sneered. "And? So what if I'm not registered? I don't need it! What's a little Piplup gonna do to a big man like me, anyway?"
"Alright, you asked for it," I sighed, pulling out another poke ball. "Come on out, Hydreigion." The Pokémon that burst from the ball roared in fury and flared at the would-be assailant.
"Dark pulse." It was amazing how fast scum could faint. Normally, I'm a more mild-mannered and quiet girl, but people like this make me almost regret beating N. In fact, when he was still obsessing over the whole "we are the chosen heroes" thing, I'd offered him a compromise. I would willingly go traipsing along beside him in a heroic effort to save the Pokémon who were really being abused. I had this silly image of N and myself in detective outfits like Looker with an army of angry officer Jenny's at our backs.
Of course, he declined. And, to top it all off, he just up and left. Hopped on Zekrom, flew away, and didn't even bother to look back. He was such a kid, too. He knew almost nothing about human behavior. He got excited over a toaster commercial. And, to tell you the truth, he needed someone to be there with him; someone human to laugh with and talk to about everything that confused him. At one time I thought I was going to be the one he'd do that with.
In fact, that was part of the reason I was in Sinnoh. The others were that I wanted to go for the title of Supreme Pokémon Master, which means I'd have to beat every elite four at least once, and then challenge the current master. Besides that, though, I was getting down to my roots.
See, I spent my life up until I was five living with my dad in Snowpoint city. He co-ran the Mart with his brother. What better place to start than my birth region? It was the closest to Unova, after all.
And, just a heads up, I'm assuming you've heard of my exploits, simply because I really don't like going over it. Plus, almost everyone has heard of the one girl who saved her region, even if they can't remember my name.
I recalled the Hydreigion-who was actually a Zoroark- and let Piplup ride on my shoulder.
Tomorrow, I would take the ferry to the first town with a Gym and start my journey all over again. Now all I needed was a place to rest.
N HARMONIA
I was surprised that she was here, honestly. I peeked over the brim of my hat to see her let loose a Hydreigion on some unclean, dirty-looking scumbag. I had to blink a couple times when it turned into Zoroark, though. When'd she get a Zorua? How? I watched as she left the bar with her Piplup hanging to her shoulder.
I leaned back, now that the scene was over. Sora had no doubt alerted the authorities by now. I had some time to kill before I surprised her. She'd see how grown up I was becoming. I was almost familiar with eating utensils now! And, as a plus, I'd finally mastered the enigma of a toaster. All by myself.
And it only after a month and a half, N. Snickered Zoroark from his poke ball. I smiled good-naturedly and flicked the ball.
"You can just be quiet," I grumbled, pushing my hat over my eyes once more.
The last thing I remember was the sounds of a police car siren and the thought of sweet justice.
"Daddy, what's a legendary?"
"I'll tell you later."
"Okay!"
She ran across the store, bare feet slapping on linoleum. Her father turned to go about work when he stopped.
"Hey! Where'd you hear that word?" He asked, turning back to her. He panicked when he found her missing.
SORA
The next day was much better for me. Piplup loved the ocean air, and I found myself agreeing with him. I felt bad that my Serperior, Zim, was forced to stay in his poke ball. He loved the ocean, too. Everyone except Reshiram was okay with it, at least. The boat was about to pull out and head for Twinleaf town, where I could start running up to Sandgem to talk to the professor there; I had a package for him from the Professor.
I squinted down the dock to where a vague green blob was bouncing its way over as quickly as possible. It was hard to see in the sun, especially with all the white on deck, but soon enough I could see who it was fairly well.
"N!" I gasped. He paused and looked around at his name, breathing heavily and resting his hands on bent knees. Catching sight of me, he waved and began jogging up. The only time he paused was to give his ticket to the lady.
"Hello…..Sora…"He breathed. I bit my lip.
"N? Last I heard, you didn't want to see me again." He looked up, shocked and a little hurt. It was his trademark face for when I didn't agree to his ideals right away.
"I didn't mean that!" He said, "I meant that I was going to learn more about being human!"
"And being human around your friend is impossible for you, N? How do you expect to learn anything right if there's no one to teach you?" My voice was clipped and cold. I had told my mother and friends where I was going; I had allowed time for goodbye hugs and the offers to go along.
"Friend?" He asked, tilting his head to the side like a lost Lilipup.
"Yeah, Friend. What, you expected me to not think of you as a friend, after all the stuff we've done together?" He thought it over some and then his face brightened. "This means you don't hate me." I raised and eyebrow and smiled bemusedly. "Yup. Sorry, buddy, but you're just too freaky. Freaks like us gotta stay together."
He frowned. "Freak? You are not a freak, Sora." I laughed. "It's like a term of endearment in my family." He shook his head. "Humans," he stated matter-of-factly, "Are an enigma."
"No more than Pokémon. That's why it's important to stay with one another; understanding breeds kindness." He smiled at me. "Thanks, Sora." I shrugged.
"No biggie. Are you headed for Twinleaf town?"
He suddenly looked sheepish. "Yes. I wanted to take the elite four challenge. It is a human experience, right?" I nodded, grinning. "Great! We can travel together, if you like." He looked at me with a small smile. "Thank you." I shrugged. "Hey, what're friends for, anyway? If you're challenging the gyms, what Pokémon are you using?" He gave me a confused look. "The ones I always use. You've seen my team."
I shook my head. "They're way too strong, N. The Gyms start out pretty low in level and gradually get harder. You should catch some native Pokémon while we're traveling. And no flying until we get the badge here that says we can. Same goes for cut, surf, strength and waterfall. Didn't you read the rules?" I could tell by his confused expression he hadn't. "Can I at least carry my Pokémon with me?" He pleaded. I nodded. "Of course. You can't register them for battle, though. Later you can integrate some of your original team. How many new Pokémon do you have?" He looked away.
"None. I don't make a habit of catching unwilling participants," he snapped. I facepalmed. "You do realize that you can let the Pokémon free if they don't want to travel with you, right? And you, being you, can just ask if they want to be a part of your team. Heck, even I can do that. It doesn't take a translator to know what a growl means, after all." He creased his brows. "You've….. done this before?" I nodded. "Yeah. It happens a lot with traded Pokémon. I've traded back more than a few times because the Pokémon were unhappy." I patted Piplup's head. "Right, Piplup?" it gave an affirmative cry and nuzzled into my hand.
"We'll get you a starter in Twinleaf town while I give the professor his parcel," I continued, moving further along the deck. "Meet me at his lab when we board, okay?" And I walked further down and then into the boat. I had to find my room, after all.
To my dismay, many people were planning on battling eachother, and I was challenged quite a few times. Eventually, I just had Zoroark out as an Empoleon so we could walk around without being challenged by many weak trainers. I ran my fingers through Zoroark's hair, marveling at how she'd even managed to get the texture of the skin right. Anyone fighting her would think she was an actual Empoleon.
I had gotten her in a trade when she was a level one Zorua. My Umbreon was happy to be headed to Sinnoh, and Zorua didn't remember enough of her old trainer to be angry at me for receiving her. Now we were closer than even Zim and I were.
"Hey! You, trainer girl! I challenge you!" I sighed and turned around, facing a blonde boy with a scarf around his neck. "You'll be a good fight for someone who's already beaten all the gyms! I can tell by your Empoleon! I have to fight it!" I frowned and looked at Zoroark. "Alright. Try not to get hit….. Empoleon." Zoroark nodded, grinning, and turned tour opponent.
"Alright!" he cheered, "Go, Torterra!" Torterra Let loose a cry and stood strongly. I pulled out my Pokedex eagerly. I loved meeting new Pokémon.
"Torterra: the continent Pokémon. Some Pokémon are born on a TORTERRA's back and spend their entire life there. Final evolution of Turtwig." I Grinned and put my Pokedex away.
"Alright, then. Empoleon, Dark Pulse."
"Torterra, razor leaf!"
Zoroark's dark pulse hit big on Torterra, but made it impossible to dodge the razor leaf. It wasn't too much damage, thankfully.
"Shadow claw!"
"Earthquake!"
I cursed. "Zoroark, drop the illusion and get up in the air, quickly!" Zoroark changed back and jumped into the air as the boat shook violently. Unfortunately, she couldn't stay in the air long enough and caught the end of the attack. "Alright, shadow claw again, now!" Zoroark got up without a fuss, despite the damage that the last attack had to have done. One shadow claw later and I was the victor.
"Wow!" The boy shouted. "I've never seen a Pokémon like that!" He pulled out his Pokedex and pointed it at Zoroark.
"Zoroark: illusion fox Pokémon. Bonds between these Pokémon are very strong. It protects the safety of its pack by tricking its opponents. Each has the ability to fool a large group of people simultaneously. Evolves from Zorua." His eyes got big.
"All the way from Unova? Hey, let me see your trainer's card!" I shrugged and handed it over to him. He grinned.
"No wonder I lost. I don't even have this color card yet! I'm Barry, by the way." I nodded, taking back my card. "I'm Sora. Hopefully we can battle eachother again sometime." He nodded eagerly. "Hey, have you seen a girl about yea high with a Piplup and long blue hair? She's my friend, but we got separated."
I shrugged, and he ran off without another word.
"Come on Zoroark; we've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow. Let's rest." I got a bark of approval in response, and we walked to my room.
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