Hello! This is my first pokemon fanfic ^^ i do NOT own pokemon. GOODNESS this sites' system is SO weird, so please bear with me. anyways, comments are appreciated. Character development happens around chapter 2 and 3, so bear with vague descriptions :P
anyway, thanks for reading!
She paced back and forth in her room, glancing at him every now and then. The glances were a mix of fear and awe. She paused a moment and stared at him. He stared back.
"...quil!!"
"meep!" Lucy jumped back a little. "Keep it down!" she hushed the cyndaquil, for fear her mother might check up on her. She listened close for footsteps. Still safe. "She's gonna think I stole you... then I'll be grounded again. Eh, not like I care at this point. She already grounded me at the time that mattered..." Lucy muttered to herself.
The cyndaquil that sat on her bed nuzzled itself into Lucy's pillow and fell asleep.
"awww... wait a moment. ugh. Why me?" Lucy recalled the events leading up to this in her mind. She was walking home from Professor Elm's pokemon lab. She had been helping him sorting important files. But by the time she was leaving, they realized they had been robbed. Three rare and valuable pokemon had been stolen. Having lost hope after searching everywhere in New Bark town, Elm gave up, called Cherrygrove Police to watch out for suspicious strangers, and went home. Lucy thought it best to head home as well. Her home was just outside of New Bark town. But on the way, she tripped, fell, and woke up a particularly mean noctowl. She picked up the nearest thing, something round and smooth, and threw it at the noctowl. She didn't think of how odd it was that the round something flew back into her hands, or that it made a weird "quil" sound shortly after impact, or the sound of something on fire. She just ran and ran until she made it home, not noticing a small pokemon following quickly and quietly, at least, not until she looked onto her bed.
And there she stood, staring at the snoozing cyndaquil. She knew the consequences of throwing that pokeball.
She shrugged, defeated. She turned on the tv, grabbed a pillow and slept with the cyndaquil at her feet.
The sound of birds woke Lucy up. It was still very early. The cyndaquil had snuggled it's way into Lucy's arms. She sighed as she gently moved the cyndaquil and got dressed.
"Hopefully I can get out of here without mom noticing." She took out the pokeball from the pocket of her pants from last night. "Hmm... um." She pointed it sheepishly at him, "er, cyndaquil, return." The pokeball released a red beam, claimed the cyndaquil and took it into the pokeball. She placed it in her pocket.
She left her room and crept downstairs quietly.
"Good morning Lucia," greeted her mom.
"... 'morning." She muttered.
"Where are you off to so early?"
"Oh, Elm called... he needed some more help."
"Ah. Make sure to be careful on the way there."
"Always am."
You know how I worry."
"Yeah. Bye." Lucy walked out. She was always a little cold to her mother. Her mother had grounded her the day before Lucy was eligible for a pokemon license. Grounded for a year. She often got calls from her friends saying how they caught this pokemon, or how that pokemon evolved. It had been four years since her friends left on their respective journeys. She was now 17. In the four years her interest in pokemon had somewhat diminished. She only halfheartedly kept up with a friend or two, only through Professor Elm.
Lucy held the pokeball in her hand thoughtfully as she walked down the road. Suddenly a young man appeared.
"Er, have you seen a pokeball around here? I was rushing through the area and dropped a couple pokeballs. And I really need them." He seemed anxious and tried his best to hide his face. He had short red hair and was wearing dark clothes.
"Actually--" Lucy paused. Could this be the theif, she thought? "Um. No. But what's your name? If I find them, I can return them to you!"
The boy glared at her. "Liar!" He threw a pokeball. A small blue pokemon came out.
"Dile!"
Having no other choice, Lucy threw the pokeball. Out came the cyndaquil.
"Totodile use your water gun!" The boy shouted maliciously. The totodile obeyed immediately and shot water at the cyndaquil. The cyndaquil cried and fainted. "Hah. You can keep that pokemon. He's obviously very weak. Anyway, I still have a pokeball to look for. So long, weakling!" And with that the boy ran.
"Cyndaquil, are you okay?!" Lucy asked as she picked him up. "We gotta get you to Elm quick!" That s not fair, she thought, I don t even know how to battle! She glared at the direction the boy went and dashed to Professor Elm s lab.
"Why, that's one of the pokemon that was stolen! Did you find the other two?!" Elm asked, as he placed the cyndaquil on the healing belt.
"Well, I think I found the person who stole them. But he only had a totodile. He must have dropped this cyndaquil and the other pokemon..." She said quietly. She thought she had forgotten something, but she was too worried about cyndaquil.
Professor Elm seemed to have read her mind, "he'll be fine, don't worry. He's a fire pokemon. A water attack would naturally put him down. But you are my assistant, so I'm sure you've picked up on trivial things such as this."
"Ha. You'd think so, but it's usually in one ear, out the other," Lucy laughed uneasily.
"Oh, ha ha. Well, I'm sure you know what you've done by taking this pokeball, right?"
"Yes, professor. I am very well aware. He is my cyndaquil now." She responded, looking down at her shoes, perhaps expecting them to say something about the situation.
"Yes." Here it comes, she thought. He's gonna tell my mom, she'll throw a hissy fit about how I'm too young to have a pokemon, and find some miniscule reason to ground me and somehow take away the cyndaquil, she thought sadly. "Would you like to name him?"
"Name him...?" She looked at the cyndaquil, and walked up to him as he lay on the healing belt. "How about... Xiro?"
"quil..." The cyndaquil slowly opened his eyes and looked at Lucy happily.
"Xiro is an excellent name," said Professor Elm. "Speaking of names, did you get the name of the suspicious boy?"
"No, I'm sorry..." Lucy said as she picked up Xiro. My own pokemon... wonder how mom'll try to deter this.
"Well, I've called the police around Cherrygrove City. He'll have to pass by at some point, so we ll have him apprehended soon enough," he said decisively. "On the bright side though, you now have your own pokemon! Which means you can help out a little more. So, would you like to help me out a little today?"
"Of course I would, professor. What is it? Sort out trainers box pokemon?" She loved and hated sorting box pokemon. She would see the names of the pokemon and who they belonged to. She often came across a name she knew, but a pokemon she didn t know of. She was always jealous of that.
"Actually, I was wondering if you would like to go a little past Cherrygrove to pick up something from a friend of mine. His name is nicknamed Mr. Pokemon because of one of his latest discoveries. But he won t tell me what it is. But I don t have time to leave the lab, so would you like to do this favor for me? I m sure it d be fun for you and Xiro!"
Lucy was hesitant, "Um, how long would this take? Because, er, my mom worries..." She pet Xiro kindly.
Professor Elm looked at Lucy thoughtfully, "You ll be home by dinner, of course, if Mr. Pokemon doesn t talk your head off, he laughed. He pushed Lucy to the door. Here s a berry for Xiro to hold and a potion if he gets really hurt. And here s a few pokedollars. Pokedollars are currency for trainers to buy pokeballs or other pokemon-related items, a few food places also accept pokedollars. I m pretty sure Cherrygrove has a nice food place that accepts pokedollars. He handed all the items to Lucy and smiled. Have fun!" With that, he pushed her out of the lab.
Lucy sighed and looked at Xiro. "Well, shall we?"
"Quil, cynda quil!" he nodded happily.
