A/N: My first pokemon fic, yay! The whole thing's dedicated to Damned Lolita (I love you, Ari!), 'cuz she inspired me and she's awesome and stuff. Go read her stuff. It's awesome. Seriously. Or I'll set my spork-minions on you.
"Shiara, flamethrower!"
"Dodge it, Manetric!"
"Shiara, redirect the stream and widen it!"
A critical hit. Manetric was out cold. I could smell the singed flesh as I ran to embrace Shiara, my Typhlosion.
"We won."
"We did."
"Wahahaha! Well done, youngster. I haven't had a battle like that in ages! You've earned the Dynamo badge." Wattson handed me the shining silver badge and I accepted itthanking him and recalling Shiara.
I took a deep breath of fresh air as I exited the Mauville City gym. I was heading back to Slateport for the market; they were holding a custom pokéball for me. By now you're probably wondering who I am. My name is Lillian McMullan, although most people just call me Lil. I'm originally from Blackthorn City, Jhoto, but after earning all eight gym badges there, I decided to start fresh in a new region. So here I am in Hoenn, with only three badges and my pokémon to keep me company. I grinned. Why walk?
"Falien, go!"
The Salamence roared as he was released. I could see people's jaws dropping.
"How may I be of service, my lady?"
"Flattery won't get you any pokéblocks, you suck up. I need you to fly me to Slateport." I rolled my eyes as I clambered up onto his back, settling into the hollow just behind his wing joints. He took a running start before catching a gust of wind and taking off.
We arrived within ten minutes, and I recalled him. I began a leisurely stroll towards the market, wind gently tousling my green streaked hair. My mum hadn't wanted me to dye my shoulder-length, raven locks, but did I listen?
I glanced around at the crowd, taking in the salty air. One face in particular caught my eye: green eyes and long, wavy purple hair, dressed in an outfit that made him look uncannily like the Cacturne at his side. I knew immediately who he was; I'd seen him on television enough times. Harley Davidson, coordinator extraordinaire.
Definitely bisexual, I thought, and definitely hot. I'll admit it. I had a small crush on him. Nothing big, I just found him unusually attractive, but a crush is a crush. Like he would ever notice me anyway.
"Can I help you?" the smooth voice startled me out of my reverie, and I realised too late I'd been staring. I blushed.
"Er, I was just debating whether or not to enter a contest while I'm here." I gestured to the contest hall behind him. I'd always been a good liar. He grinned.
"Well in that case, I can help you. Want a cookie?" he proffered the small bag to me.
"Thanks. I'm Lil, by the way. Lil McMullan. I was just heading to the market to pick up a pokéball." I introduced myself.
"Harley Davidson. I'll come with you! I've been meaning to go there myself. Cacturne here's gonna get an effort ribbon." He fell into step beside me and chattered aimlessly. I smiled and nodded, but I wasn't really listening. I was in shock that he- Harley Davidson- would actually want to talk to me. In what seemed like no time at all, we had arrived at the Energy Guru's stall and Harley was pinning the Effort Ribbon on Cacturne.
"It itches."
"Don't worry, we can take it off at home." He replied. As we walked further down the street, he asked, "So, I take it this will be you first contest?"
I nodded.
"Yeah. I'm a trainer. I only have three badges, though. I'm going to Lavaridge to challenge Flannery next. I hear the hot springs there are amazing."
"They are. Can I come with you? The contest isn't for another week, and Jagged Pass is rough. It's not smart to go alone, and I can teach you about contests after you get your badge."
"Thanks, I said gratefully as I paid for my custom ball. He grinned.
"Not at all."
Alright, I know it was short, but it'll hopefully get better! Drop a review and tell me what you think.
Scotswoman, over and out!