Chapter 1: Who are we?

Christina's POV

"Good work, Christina. Now you only have to do roundhouse kick and front kick and you're done with your black belt breaks!" Jake said, smiling encouragingly at me.

"Awesome. Can it be break time yet?" I panted, thoroughly exhausted after perfecting sidekick. It was hot for an autumn day, and Jake's backyard didn't have much shade. The fact that he chose to have us work in the sunniest spot isn't helping either…

"Sure. I'm kind of tired of holding up these boards anyways," he said cheekily, taking a swig if water from his plastic bottle.

"Jackass," I replied with a smile, punching him playfully in the arm while chugging my water.

"You know you love me," he singsonged, skipping horribly inside.

"I'll get back to you on that, pal," I grumbled, heading into his house and flopping on the couch.

"Black belt breaks going well, guys?" Courtney said, smirking at me as she leaned against the hall doorway.

"Only two left. Then we can work on both your extras," Jake answered his sister, earning a groan from both of us.

"Oh hell no! I'm only doing the five required ones!" Courtney said, tossing an energy bar at me and sitting next to me.

"Speak for yourself, Court. I would like to do some showy ones, but I'll work on those another time. I want to lie on my ass for a bit," I said as I flopped my head back and taking a lazy bite of my food.

"You can lie on your ass later. You only have two breaks left and Courtney only as one. We can do this!" Jake said, trying to remove us from the couch.

"Where does he get his energy?" I asked Courtney.

"No idea," the younger girl replied.

"Come on you two! How do you expect to pass your tests if you can't even take the training?" he lectured, pulling us off the couch.

"Easy for you to say, Jake, you already passed," Courtney said, sitting back down once he turned to yank me up.

"Yes. I did that at 12. Two years younger than you, Chris, and at your age, Court. If I can do it, so can you," he said, trying to encourage us.

"Can we at least have lunch first? I'm starving!" Courtney moaned, clutching her stomach dramatically.

"Yeah! I'll make…something. I dunno, what do you want?" I said, jumping up.

"FISHSTICKS!" the siblings shouted, jumping around.

"Fine, greasy freezer food it is," I joked, heading into their kitchen.

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"Almost there, Court! You can do this!" I said, coaching her.

She nodded, takes a deep breath, then punches the rebreakable board Jake and I held, nearly breaking it.

"Almost," Jake encouraged, slamming the board on the ground to shove the two pieced back together.

We take up position again and Courtney checks the distance. She nods once, bunches up her muscles, the punches the board, finally breaking it!

"Yes! You got it!" I cheered, hugging the smaller girl.

"Finally! I finally got it! Now I can take the test!" she cheered, hugging me back.

"Now, do it again. When you can do it five times in a row, we'll be done," Jake said, breaking up our celebrating.

Courtney nodded, and I went back to hold the board with Jake.

We repeated the process four more times, each one getting the same successful results.

"Good work, Court. Now its Christina's turn for roundhouse kick," Jake said while Courtney and I changed positions.

I nodded, then stepped into fighting stance and checked the distance. I took a deep breath, and then kicked the board with roundhouse kick as hard as I could. My foot went straight through and I ended up falling on the siblings. It was rather painful, landing on the jumble of knees and elbows.

"Sorry, my bad. I forgot to switch the boards," Jake apologized, untangling himself from the dog pile and heading over to where the rebreakable boards were placed, swapping the brown one for the black.

You see, I was training for my full black, which meant I had break three boards instead of two, which was what Courtney was doing to get her junior black. She was too young to even think about going for full, but my fifteenth birthday was in a few weeks, and I wouldn't have enough classes to test for another year.

"Try again," Jake commanded once he and Courtney were ready.

I stepped into position and checked my distance. Perfect. I took a deep breath, nodded once, then kicked the board. It sadly didn't break, and the force of my kick rebounded onto my foot, sending pain running up my leg.

I didn't wince, only put my foot back down and shook it out, thankful we decided to practice on the grass today.

"Again," Jake said, looking serious.

I took a deep breath; time to bypass my mental blocks and get this kick done.

I nodded then kicked the board suddenly with everything I had, breaking it.

"Good job, Chris!" Courtney cheered as Jake put the board back together.

"One down, four more to go. Nail it, Blue-Hair," Jake said, poking fun at my blue tips.

I stuck my tongue out at him, then checked the distance before kicking again, breaking the board a second time.

The next three times breezed by, each ending successfully.

"Great. I have just enough time to shower before Katie's sleepover. See you tomorrow, Christina!" Courtney said once we were done, heading inside to shower.

I helped Jake clean up before we headed inside, checking the time. Goody, 4:30. Thank all it was a Saturday.

"Where are your parents tonight?" I asked as I got us some water.

"Dad's working late tonight since the shop just reopened, and Mom is staying late at Katie's to help her mom control the girls," he said, taking a glass and chugging it, "We're on our own for dinner."

"Cold pizza, then?"

"Basically."

"Fun," I said, retying my ponytail.

We flopped on the couch and Jake tuned on the TV. A rerun episode of Pokémon Black and White was on.

"This show had gone to the dogs. Really, how does Japan expect us to believe Ash stayed 10 forever? He doesn't look it," I said dryly.

"I know right? The games are ok, the manga's great, but the anime's crap," Jake said in the same tone.

We watched the dumb as bricks, pre-pubescent boy run around with the flamboyant waiter who is probably a child molester, and the semi-smart typical teenage girl for a bit, before becoming bored of it.

"Let's turn this off," I suggested in a mono-tone.

"Yeah, that's a good idea," he responded.

Neither of us moved for about another hour. We just sat there and vegetated. Soon, we became hungry, so we shut off the TV and grabbed some pizza.

When we were done, instead of turning the TV back on, we picked up our DSiXL and began to play our game.

"Whatcha playin?" I asked after about another hour.

"Pokémon White. You?"

"Pokémon Black."

"We're such losers."

"Yup."

So we sat there, in Jake's den, playing Pokémon all night. We fell asleep at some point, still playing our games.

Dream~

I was walking down a weird pathway with a bunch of seemingly random twists and turns.

I came into a clearing that was surrounded by willow trees, the ground decorated with soft grass and wildflowers. There was a soft yet menacing pure white light coming from the center of the clearing, which was oddly circular.

"What's that?" I asked aloud, even though no one was there.

"I don't know. Let's check it out," a voice said. Weird thing was, it came from the light and beside me. It sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it.

"It could be dangerous," I heard myself and a voice on the other side of the light say.

"Come on, let's go! We'll never know unless we try!" the two voices said.

"Oh, alright," the voice from the light and I said together.

I turned to my left and saw Jake, looking as confused as I was.

Despite our confusion, we both walked forward through the light and immerged in a new clearing in the woods. This one looked very similar, yet different for some reason. Before I could place it, the clearing faded to white.

Dream end~

"Urg, what was in that pizza?" I moaned, rubbing my head.

"I don't know. Hey, you sound different," a guy said.

"Jake? Is that you? You sound weird," I said, squinting at the boy beside me.

"Christina?! You look and sound different!" Jake said.

"You do too! You look like Black from the games!" I exclaimed.

"Well, you look like White!" he responded.

I looked down at what I was wearing. He was right! I was wearing White's combat boots, short shorts, white tank top, and black vest. Jake, on the other hand, was wearing Black's red shoes, dark grey jeans, black tank top, and grey and red cap. His hair was Black's style and color. His eyes, however, were the same shape as before. Just the color was changed.

My hands flew to my head, where they found a white and pink cap and a bushy brown ponytail. I grabbed the hanging curls in front of my face and saw they were a darker brown than before and that the blue tips that I had worked so hard to dye were gone!

Our shocked eyes met and the realization of our situation came over us. We were somehow transported into one of our games. We had no clue which one. We didn't know our names! We didn't even know where we were in the plotline!

"I hope we are still in the beginning," I said worriedly.

"Yeah. Because if we're not, then we're stranded who knows where with no money, no Pokémon, no food, no water, no nothing!" Jake said, beginning to panic.

"Our bags are empty?!" I asked, also beginning to panic.

"They're not even with us!"

With that, I began to swear colorfully for a full minute, never repeating myself once.

Once I had run out of colorful words, I took a look around. The clearing was the same as the ones in my dream, yet the trees surrounding it were oak, pine, and maple. Before I could ask Jake about it-and if he had a similar dream, we heard someone calling.

"Black! White! Are you out here?" a feminine voice called.

"Yes! We're over here!" I shouted back, hoping it was someone who could help.

"Hey, Cheren! I found them!" the voice shouted.

"Good work, Bianca!" a male voice shouted.

Soon, a bubbly blonde girl and a quiet black haired boy entered the clearing.

"Ohmygosh White! I'm so happy you and Black are ok!" the girl cried happily as she raced over and hugged me.

I laughed and hugged the girl back, hoping it was the right thing to do.

"Come on, Bianca. You're chocking her," the boy chided.

"Oh! Sorry White!" the girl-Bianca-said.

"Thanks for finding us, guys. We got kinda turned around," Jake-Black?-said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's ok Black. We got to get back soon or our parents will worry," the boy said.

"Alright! Let's go!" Bianca shouted, grabbing my hand and the boy's and dragging us out of the woods.

"Slow down Bianca!" the boy yelled, latching onto Jake.

"You speed up, Cheren!" she replied, running faster.

We got back to town pretty quick, thanks to Bianca pulling us.

"Alright, I'll see you guys tomorrow at White's place to get our Pokémon! Bye-Bye!" Bianca said, waving as she walked home.

"Yeah. See you guys tomorrow," Cheren said, walking away.

"What should we do, Christina?" Jake hissed.

"I don't know! But I think we should start calling each other Black and White so we don't screw up when we're with others," I whispered back.

"Good idea. Let's go to your place. Maybe your 'mom' will let me stay the night," he muttered.

"Alright."

And with that, we headed in the direction we hoped was my house.

End~

A/N: Ta-da! Chapter one is done! We have met our heroes and already they've been thrown head first into the weirdness that comes from my brain!

So what did you guys think? Is it good? Bad? Awful? Give up now? Gimme yo feedback!

In chapter 2 we shall see what our heroes make of what they've been thrown into and see what conclusions they've drawn.

Kthxbai

~Wildfire