Hello everybody! Welcome to Chapter 1 of my Pokemon Fan-fiction! This story takes place mostly in the regions of Kanto and Johto, following the life of White, a fifteen year old Pokemon trainer who lives with his parents on a farm. This story differs from the regular Pokemon stories because it isn't about one trainer trying to be the best. Hopefully his motivations will become clear to you soon. I didn't want to mess with anybodies favorite characters too much, so I created a totally new character in White of Kanto. There will be many familiar faces along the way as he travels.
I really want this story to not just be able fighting, but about character. People trying to find out who they really are and how they can fit into the changing society around them, so I decided to make everybody a little older than normal in this story. I also wanted to make this story extremely realistic. It makes sense to me that an electric Pokemon would be immensely deadly, much more so than a normal type Pokemon. I hope you will also get an idea of scope. I make the region much wider and much more rich. The towns will stay where they are, but society is a lot bigger than the games make it out to be.
Comments and questions are extremely welcome! Constructive criticism is wonderful, but regular criticism is cool too, so if you think it just sucks, let me know!
Lastly, you all know I don't own Pokemon. You don't own Pokemon. Guess who does own Pokemon? That's right, Nintendo. So any intellectual property in this story belongs to them. And this story is Rated a good top tier T, so things that happen in this story doesn't reflect Nintendo at all!
Enjoy :)
Revenge: A Hero's Motivation
Chapter 1: Boring Days / Big Heat
[Route 7]
White kicks another stone out of the way as he walks on the spacious gravel path. Around them, are other travelers, some going towards Celadon, some going towards Saffron, and some just going wherever the winds took them.
His father walks besides him, and after a moment of silence asks: "Zapdos, Articuno, or Moltres?"
To any of the travelers walking near them, or people camping by the road who may have heard the question, it would have made no sense, but White understood. It was a game he played he and his father had played for as long as he could remember.
White took a moment to think, and answered. "Well if you really want to know which is cooler, it's Articuno clearly."
"Ohhhh!" His dad moaned "Please, could you BE more lame?"
White laughed along with his father, even their laughs were in unison. You couldn't pick them out of a crowd and guess they were related. White's long hair fell to one side of his face, and lived up to his chromatic name. He was often called albino, or worse when he was younger, but he learned to love his especial hair.
His father on the other hand, had bitch black dark hair, pulled back into a ponytail. They looked nothing alike, but as soon as you put them together, you would think they were clones of each other. They spoke, acted, and even laughed the same.
A trainer sat on the side of the road with her younger son and Rattata. The Pokèmon became distracted by the laughter of the two men and ran towards them. Whites father stopped walking immediately and bent over to pet the playful Pokèmon.
"Well hello there, buddy!" The Pokèmon began to purr.
The mother ran over, holding her daughter.
"I am so sorry sir! I don't know what came over my little Scampy."
Whites father just laughed as the Pokèmon rolled over onto its back and stretched its arms and legs out. "That's no problem at all ma'am."
White stood and admired his father's mastery of Pokèmon. He just always had a knack for dealing with Pokèmon for some reason. They responded to him so well.
"You go on back and be a good little boy, Scampy." He said, and the Rattata rolled back over and climbed up his owners arm to snuggle with the small girl.
"Thank you, sir. What's your name?" She asked him
His father smiled and put a hand out for her to shake "My names Mark. And you are?"
She shook his hand with her free arm. "I'm Rebecca, it's nice to meet you"
Mark bent over and looked at the young girl. "And what's your name, beautiful?"
The girl turned her head shyly and said "Owivia. I'm dis many" she put out two fingers.
"Well it's good to meet you Olivia. You take good care of your buddy alright?"
"Well. Thank you again sir, we best get going."
"Have a good day ma'am."
The two began walking again, towards home. "Don't think I forgot about that lame answer!"
"Ha…Well…If I had to choose which one was the coolest, it would be Zapdos, but my favorite would be Articuno!"
His dad put his hand to his chin as if he was thinking hard. "Hmm…so you mean to tell me your favorite Pokèmon, ISN'T the coolest Pokèmon? Now since when did my child begin to think like that?"
"Oh whatever dad, you know snow types are my favorite."
Mark looked down at him. "You've had a long day haven't you?"
On cue, White yawned. "How could you tell?"
"Because buddy, snow isn't a type. If I didn't know any better, I would think you didn't graduate from the trainer academy last year!"
"Did I say snow again? Ice whatever, it's close enough isn't it?"
His dad smiled "Trust me, when you get out there in a real fight, it won't matter if you call it a snow type or an igloo type, it's still gonna freeze your little rear end."
White chuckled. His father still treated him like a child. "Dad you know I'm fifteen, right? I know the word ass"
His dad instantly put his hands to his ears "Ahh! Bad words! I didn't hear a thing! I swear mother he said it, not me!"
As they joked, over the horizon white could start to see his house.
"Hey dad, we're almost there, can you carry these bags the rest of the way?" White was in decent shape for someone his age. Heck when he graduated earlier this year he could run a 9:30 mile and bench about 100 pounds. But he had been walking all day with his dad to get these groceries, and he was just exhausted.
"What? My little Pokèmon trainer can't carry a few bags?" he joked
"Daaad give it up I'm basically an adult!"
"Oh gosh. Stop making me feel old. You aren't a man until I say so!" He put his hand out to take the bags from his son.
As they reached their farm, he could see that their neighbors to the left had come over to visit. The woman was Jessica, and her boy was Carr. Carr was a year older than White, he was in the class above White at the local trainer academy. Next to Carr was his Magnemite, Megan.
Carr turned and saw the two coming towards them. "Hey White! You're finally home!"
White ran towards Carr and his dad complained "Ohh sure now you have energy"
"What dad? I can't hear you!" he yelled as he ran towards his childhood friend.
Carr was wearing his cut off camo shirt and a grey shock proof glove on one hand. Like always, he kinda just looked like he dressed himself in the dark. His hair was cut very short and was as brown as his mother's hair was.
"What's up dude? Hey Megan."
Carr petted his Pokèmon with his gloved hand and said "We've been doing some training routines today, woulda been more fun with you and Darwin."
"Well we've both had a long day. Lucky for Darwin I can just put him in a ball and he can sleep, I don't get that privilege."
"Awe dang. I was looking forwards to some speed training today. I guess We'll have to wait buddy." The Magnemite looked at him and sparked slightly.
"You know there aren't that many steel type Pokèmon in Kanto, right? Heck, you already own most of them!" White said, pointing at the floating magnet, as he called it.
"Yeah I know, and that's exactly why I'm going to be Kanto's first steel type gym leader. It's new. It's NEVER been done. Mom's just going to have to accept the fact that I'm gonna get that scholarship to study abroad in Sinnoh, and then I'll intern at leader Bryon's gym!"
"Yeah yeah. You've got big dreams dude. It's like you've got your whole life planned out and I don't even know what I'm doing tomorrow."
"Probably same old same old for you. You need to have some fun every once in a while man."
"Yeah? Well speaking of fun, I'm gonna go take myself a nap."
"Fine be that way, let's go do something exciting Megan." The Magnemite buzzed verbally and spun upside down.
"I'll text you when I wake up!" White yelled as Carr walked away.
White stepped into his small farm house and entered the living room. His mom had some old movie playing that no one was even watching. His parents were now both in the kitchen.
"It'll burn for a long time, Vince. It doesn't look bad now. But in the morning your face will be like mine."
White tried to talk over the TV. "Mom! I'm gonna go take a nap!"
His mom answered from the other room "Okay sweetie, thank you so much for helping your father today!"
"Look at it. It isn't pretty, is it?
"Yeah no problem mom!" Suddenly his moms Psyduck walked in the room and looked at the television "Psy…..?"
"You'll walk through the side streets and alleys so that people won't stare at you. But you're lucky. It won't be for long."
White chuckled "Hey dude. What's new?"
The Pokèmon didn't move its gaze from the television. And White eventually walked upstairs and into his room. He threw his small pack onto the floor and saw the travel pack on his bed. He and his dad planned on hiking the Celadon city bike trail in a few days, and White was already packed. From his house to the end of the trail in Fuchsia city would take about two weeks of travel and then two more to get back. He moved the bag from his bed to the floor and put Darwin's Pokeball on his nightstand. Sadly, he still wasn't trained well enough to be a house Pokèmon.,
White laid down on his bed, set his alarm, and fell asleep.
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*Bzzt* "WHITE!" *Bloot*
White opened his eyes in a panic. He looked around his room. Nothing.
*Bzzt* "WHITE! ANSWER ME!" *Bloot*
White looked down at his travel bag. It was his walkie talkie going off. He jumped out of bed and grabbed the talkie.
*Click* "Carr? What's wrong man?"
*Bzzt* "WHAT THE HOLY HELL IS GOING ON AT YOUR PLACE?" *Bloot*
*Click* "My place? What are you talking about?"
He looked up at his clock, he had only been asleep for an hour. He heard yelling outside and stood up to lookout his second floor window.
*Bzzt* "Is everyone okay man? My mom was freaking out over something!" *Bloot*
White stared out the window for a second. Then grabbed the Pokeball on his nightstand.
*Click* "I don't know what the hell's going on. But my parents are in trouble. Come over now."
He dropped the walkie talkie and ran out of his room.