Book 1: Kanto
Auraninja: Hey, this is my first Pokemon fanfic and my first posted story. Please review and be nice. (That means no flames!)
Mewtwo: You know, among all of the humans I've come across, you are the stupidest I have ever met.
Auraninja: What! How'd you get here?
Mewtwo: My psychic powers have no limits. I can teleport anywhere, remember?
Auraninja: Oh right. Hey, wait! You called me stupid. That's not nice! What's gotten into you? I'm one of your biggest fans who has praised you ever since I was 3. And this is how you repay me? Since what did I do to upset you this much?
Mewtwo: How about the fact that you do not own Pokemon and all that nonsense you humans need to say every time you do something like write a fictional story based off of an existing one?
Auraninja: Hey, I was just getting there. And it's called fanfiction. Seriously, for a pokemon who has a brain stronger than a supercomputer, you sure can be thick-headed.
Mewtwo: *growls*
Auraninja: Thanks Mewtwo, for making me look like an idiot. Anyway, here's my disclaimer. I do not own Pokemon or any of the anime/game characters in the story. (Except for the ones I created)
Oh, one more thing; if you're wondering if this is the same Luna from Mewtwo Returns, well it's not. Luna is an original character from my imagination. So please no riots. Well then, enjoy: P
Prologue
"Hey Grandpa! Are you ready yet?" yelled a certain red-haired boy.
"Just a minute, Gary! I'm almost done!" replied Professor Oak. Gary folded his arms and rested his head with impatience.
It was a beautiful Saturday morning with not a cloud in the sky. Because it was so sunny, all of the Pokemon were out either playing or doing their business. Gary couldn't pass this opportunity up, especially the fact that he was aiming to be a top Pokemon expert. After all, he loved Pokemon, just like his grandfather. Earlier today, he waltzed into his lab and told the professor that he wanted to study the Pokemon by the beach. Oak, being the carefree man he is, decided that it would be a nice break from his research. However, he had other plans for his grandson's little outing.
"Okay, I'm ready!" the professor roared.
"Oh, finally!" said Gary with relief.
Professor Oak walked out of his room adjacent to the stairs on the second floor. Gary looked up at his mentor and couldn't help but gawk at him. The professor appeared to be wearing a red beach shirt splattered with palm trees. Along with that, he had blue beach trunks on, black sandals, sunglasses, and a straw hat. Whereas Gary was only wearing a light blue polo shirt, office pants, and his usual lab coat.
"Grandpa! What are you wearing?" Gary retorted while clenching his fists.
"What, this?" Professor Oak said looking down at his outfit.
"Why, this is my beach outfit of course. After all, we are going to the beach, right?" he added.
"I didn't say we were going to play at the beach! I said we were going to study the Pokemon there!" the teen retorted with fire in his eyes.
"Oh, cheer up Gary. Like I always say," said Oak preparing one of his stupid poems. "A day on the beach is not complete without some play at least. Plus, your attire just won't go with today. At least wear a T-shirt or something. You'll get wet."
"But," Gary was about to answer until he was rudely interrupted by his grandfather.
"Seriously, Gary. You should lighten up a bit. It'll be fun," the professor said with a grin as he sprinted out the front door.
"Come on! What are you waiting for?" Oak bellowed.
Regrettably, Gary heaved out a sigh and followed him.
1 hour later
Gary was enjoying the surroundings. It had been a long time since he had a chance to relax and smell the salty air. He even found the rolling of the waves to be the most relaxing sensation. It wasn't like a soft pull and a little slap or a huge tug and a giant crash, but more like a moderate tug and release. Just as he was about to take a deep breath, a small group of Pokemon consisting of a pink Shellos, a Krabby, a Hoppip, and a Cleffa ran towards him for his company from the underbrush behind him. With their cries and smiling faces, it was obvious that they were happy to see him.
"Hey, it's been a while. How've you been doing?" he asked the little pokemon. All of which replied with more cheers, and of course, all hugging him simultaneously.
"Ow, hey easy there. I can't breathe!" he gagged. At that statement, all of the pokemon let go of him to give him some air.
"Ah, I wish everyday were like this." He thought to himself.
Just then, a voice sounded a few feet from the shoreline.
"Gary, check me out!" his grandfather called. Gary looked in his direction with curiosity. He could see the shirtless man he recognized as his grandpa and could only squint at him.
"What is it, gramps?" he complained.
"Look, I'm a Sharpedo!" he yelled. He clamped his hands together then dove underwater, leaving his "artificial fin" up. Every few seconds, he'd make a quick jump for air like a dolphin and laugh hysterically.
"Geez, either all that research was getting to him or he drank too much sake last night," Gary mumbled.
Just then, another pokemon, an Igglybuff, came running to him from the east. It's face filled with worry and urgent for help.
"Igglybuff! Iggly-igglybuff!" the little pokemon cried as it was waving its pink arms in the air.
"What is it, what's wrong?" Gary questioned the red-eyed creature.
"Igglybuff!" it replied as it pointed to his right.
"You want me to follow you?" he figured.
"Buff!" it answered truthfully.
"Okay, lead the way." Gary got up from the soft white sand and followed the Igglybuff along the shoreline. Not knowing what was going on, the other little pokemon followed him with such eagerness and curiosity on what was going on. A few minutes passed and Gary was just running out of stamina when he saw what looked like a small black form by the water. Wanting to get a closer look, he ran faster until he could start to make out the shape.
"Whoa, it's a pokemon!" he found out as he was just a few yards away from it. When he at last arrived by the pokemon's side and knelt by it, he could make out its characteristics and identify what it was. "Wait a sec! It's a Vaporeon!"
He then noticed that this Vaporeon was covered in bruises, scrapes, and cuts all over its body. It appeared to be unconscious so it was his chance to investigate.
"It's in bad shape. We better get to a Pokemon Center pronto!" he said. He took out a small pokeball from his pocket and pressed the button to enlarge it. He then held it out and sent out his companion, which turned out to be a towering Arcanine. With a loud roar, it shuffled its mane and shook its fur, showing that it was ready to help his friend.
"Arcanine, this Vaporeon is badly hurt. You think you can carry the two of us to the Pokemon Center?" he pleaded to his teammate.
Arcanine roared in reply and allowed Gary to set the injured pokemon on its back along with him. With not a moment to lose, the fiery canine sprinted through the underbrush towards the Pokemon Center.
At the Pokemon Center
The Pokemon Center was having its usual over packed schedule again. A whole hoard of Chanseys and Blisseys continuously ran to and fro in the main hall, desperately trying to help any injured pokemon in need. Along with that, a number of trainers keep coming in to the reception desk asking one of the chanseys and or assistants to help with their wounded companions. Meanwhile, in the south hall, Gary was staring through the window glass of the rehabilitation room. The Vaporeon he found on the beach laid there on one of the rehabilitation cases. Its breathing stiff and quick and its eyes shut tight. From the corner of his eye, he could see Nurse Joy approaching him.
"Nurse Joy, please tell me its okay," he implored to the young woman.
"It's all right Gary. The Vaporeon you found definitely suffered from a beating, possibly from a battle, but nevertheless, he's going to be okay." Nurse Joy reassured the boy.
"Great," Gary replied with reassurance.
"However, he will need a place to recover once he gets discharged from the Pokemon Center. After all, since he received brutal injuries such as these, it would be best for him to get some fresh air, run around a bit, and get its strength back up," she informed.
Gary thought for a moment and thought of an idea. He pointed his right index finger up and told the nurse.
"I got it! Grandpa and I can take care of it back at the lab," he responded.
"At the Pokemon lab? Why that's a splendid idea!" she agreed with joy.
"Yeah, there's a ton of space to run around in, a bunch of pokemon to play with, and a lot of food supplies. It's perfect!" he yelled.
"Then it's settled. Until it's regained its full strength, this vaporeon will be under your supervision," the nurse announced to him.
"Great! I'll go and tell Grandpa about the news!" he cried as he dashed down the hall, passed a wandering chansey with warm towels and out the door. On the other hand, the Vaporeon they thought was sleeping heard the entire conversation. He frowned at the fact that he will have to spend some time in the midst of humans. Being so uncomfortable around them, he shook his head and sulked back to sleep, hoping that this was just a bad dream that could disappear.
Well, what do you think so far? I know it was a little shorter than I expected, but it is still the prologue. Like I said before, please review and send some feedback. Oh yeah, if you have any ideas that you think I should add into the story, feel free to post them. I'll take a look at them when I have the chance. Okay then, next up, Chapter 1.