This is a thing in which the characters are all based on my real friend's characters in the Pokemon games. So here's a rundown, if you care. I'm Sakura. But she's not much like me, but very similar to my character in Pokemon, get me? Also, I don't have a Duskull obsession, though I love ghost types the most, lulz.
The heavy doors slowly creaked open and in walked a small figure. When the gym leader hit the lights, he found the shadow to be a little girl.
"OMGhi2u." She said.
'Oh great,' thought the gym leader, 'Another little girl.' Then he stood up and smiled at her. "Afternoon. Welcome to the Ecruteak City Gym. I'm Spencer, the leader."
"GO CATERPIE!!" the little girl cried, throwing a poke ball and sending out a tiny Caterpie.
"What? How'd you get the first three badges?! By borrowing your older brothers' Ampharos?" Spencer asked, annoyed.
This happened to him too many times: He has to pwn some little kid and make them cry because he has no trainers in his gym to filter out potential from failure. He, like Blue, the middle-aged man leading the Viridian City Gym in Kanto, has to fight everyone who goes inside. Fortunately for Blue, he's the eighth gym leader. Spencer was the fourth gym leader in the Johto League.
"Alright! I hold nothing back, for it is the rule! Go Haunter! Use Shadow Ball!" Spencer commanded.
Out of his dusk ball emerged a hardy-looking Haunter. It instantly crushed the Caterpie with a healthy Shadow Ball, making the girl cry and run out, actually leaving the Caterpie behind.
"She must've just caught it, huh?" Spencer asked his Haunter, which only laughed. He returned his Pokémon and shrugged. 'Down time. What to do…' He went outside and squinted at the afternoon sun. In a strong attempt to set a mood in his all-ghost gym, he waited around for trainers and read books by candlelight. When a trainer did arrive, he flipped on the gym's lights.
He snuck around the back of a building and peered cautiously through the window. Jackpot. The Ecruteak Dance Theater backstage window was all Spencer needed on his down time. Thirty years ago, the Dance Theater's only dancers were the kimono girls. But now that Ecruteak took a step away from its traditional roots, the theater became a studio for young women to practice things as untraditional as go-go dancing. Not that Spencer was complaining. As he childishly grinned at the scantily-dressed girls, he felt someone tap his shoulder. He jumped and turned around. A young woman stood, frowning with her hands at her waist.
"Ew, Spencer, you're perverted. Are you peeking in on those poor girls again?" she asked.
"Of course not, Sakura," Spencer replied, embarrassed, "I just…you know…like windows…"
"That was a pathetic lie." Sakura said.
Sakura was a young trainer from Sinnoh living in the nearby Olivine city. She was Jasmine's daughter, but had no interest in training Steel-types. Instead, she preferred ghosts, like Spencer. Unfortunately for her, her Pokémon are way too weak to join a gym. She was pretty, very reminiscent of Jasmine, however strangely she dressed. Whenever she went out, she was sure that she had spent at least an hour in front of the mirror, admiring her poppy dress. She had a Duskull barrette in her hair given to her by Spencer when she tried out for his gym and failed miserably. Nobody knew why he had it.
"By the way, you're very late for the Annual Pokémon League Meeting." Sakura said.
"Holy crap, you're right! Crap, crap, crap!! How am I gonna get there in time?!" Spencer asked hysterically, frantically searching his belt for Haunter's ball.
"Well, if you want, I can let you borrow my mother's Magnezone. I'm sure it'll fly you--" but Sakura was left alone after Spencer sent out Haunter and teleported away. She sighed and walked away.
When Spencer arrived at the Johto League's Indigo Plateau, he rushed inside and past the receptionist. He had no time to flirt with her today. He followed the signs to the meeting room and cautiously ducked inside and found his seat. The room had four long tables in it, with enough seats for the eight gym leaders and the members of the Elite Four of each region. The Kanto region was represented by an ancient drawing of Mew. The Johto region was represented by an ancient drawing of Ho-oh and Lugia glaring at each other. The Hoenn region was represented by a modern drawing of Groudon and Kyogre. The Sinnoh region was represented by a new drawing of the recently discovered Arceus. It used to be a drawing of Palkia, Dialga, and Darkrai attacking each other, but since the God Pokémon Arceus' discovery, it's been huge news.
"Glad you could join us, Spencer." Said Gold, the champion of Johto.
"You guys from Johto are always late…" muttered Steven, Jasmine's husband and champion of Hoenn. They married in Sinnoh, had one daughter, Sakura, and went back to their jobs as League members. Though separated, they keep well in touch over video phone.
Cynthia, the champion of Sinnoh, smiled. "Alright. Now that everyone has arrived, let's get down to business." She began to explain what was new this year in the League. Nothing too exciting; two new gym leaders in the Kanto and Hoenn regions, the scolding of Misty for never being at her gym.
Spencer recalled a time when he was in Kanto with a gift from Red to Misty. He asked around her gym for her, but they all said she was at Lover's Cove.
'For the past thirty years…' Spencer had thought, 'That lady has no luck.'
"By the way," Steven said, "Red still isn't back from wherever he went yet. If any of you see him, tell him to get back to the Kanto League's Indigo Plateau immediately."
Thirty-three years ago, after he was defeated by Gold at Mt. Silver, Red fled into uncharted areas of the world, training. It's safe to say he's still alive; Gold says Red was holding back a bit.
Still, Red and Gold are beyond powerful. When he was young, Spencer always wanted to be the one to beat Gold, but as he aged and became more intelligent, he realized that it was an impossible feat.
Later that evening, Spencer headed back toward his house behind the gym. He chuckled when he saw Sakura training her two Pokémon, Spiritomb and Misdreavus, in front of his house.
"Okay, Spiritomb, use Hypnosis!" she cried with determination.
The Forbidden Pokémon attempted the move, but it did nothing to Misdreavus.
Spencer snuck up behind her to scare her, but he paused when she bent down to pat her Spiritomb on the head…face. "I didn't know they made Duskull print panties."
Sakura squealed and jumped. She turned angrily at Spencer, catching her breath. "Spencer! You pervert!"
"You must like Duskull a lot. A barrette, underwear…but you don't even have one." He said.
"Actually, it's my favorite Pokémon family. Duskull, the Requiem Pokémon; Dusclops, the Beckon Pokémon; Dusknoir, the Gripper Pokémon. So…romantic."
"Romantic? I really don't think the three death-based Pokémon are supposed to be romantic."
"On the contrary. Think of it like I do. A Duskull falls in love, but he's too shy to talk to the girl. So he follows her forever."
"Stalkers are not romantic."
"Shh, I'm not done…When the Duskull evolves into Dusclops, he finds the courage and beckons her to him. But one day there was a terrible accident. His love is killed and he blames himself. He decides she deserves the best, even after death, so he evolves to Dusknoir and brings her to the realm of the spirits and holds her close forever as the Gripper Pokémon." Sakura cupped her hands together and let out a passionate sigh.
"I don't think that's what they mean by 'Beckon' and 'Gripper.' Trust me." Spencer said.
"Think what you will, but I like my story."
"By the way, why are you training here outside my house?"
"Oh! I took the liberty of cooking your dinner, but you didn't come home when I expected, so I think it might be a little cold." Sakura said.
"Really? …Wait, how'd you get into my house?"
"The door was unlocked."
Spencer facepalmed and went inside.
"'K. Bye." Sakura said. Then she looked around awkwardly for awhile and left.
The next day…
Spencer awoke and sat up in his bed. He yawned and got out and took a quick shower. Afterward, he put his clothes on and walked out to his kitchen to find a delicious-looking breakfast sitting on his table.
"Wha…?" he muttered. He looked around confusedly and jumped when he saw Sakura standing in front of his sink, washing dishes. She wore an apron with little pink hearts and had her medium length hazel colored hair tied back into a lose ponytail.
She looked back at Spencer and smiled cheerfully. "Morning sleepyhead! Made you breakfast! Hurry up, before it gets cold," she said.
"How'd you get in my house again?!" Spencer demanded.
"The door was still unlocked, silly."
Spencer, though frustrated with himself, sat down at took up on Sakura's delicious home cooking. 'For a sixteen-year old, Sakura makes some seriously righteous pancakes.' He thought, gorging himself with the food.
Sakura turned off the sink and sat down across from Spencer watching him eat with her head rested on her hands. "Like it?" she asked.
Spencer nodded, continuously stuffing his mouth with pancakes.
"I'm glad. …So…um, what are your plans for today?" Sakura asked.
"I was thinking about heading to Azalea Town and talk to Nick about something I want." Spencer replied between mouth-stuffings.
"…Is it about Giratina?"
Spencer closed his eyes and grinned. "You're smart, girl. Yeah, it's about Giratina. In a few more months, I think I can head to Sinnoh and search for the lost fourth lake, Sendoff Spring. It's there that the legendary Turnback Cave is said to be. And within said cave, the Renegade Pokémon is rumored to appear from its own dimension to ours."
"Where'd you get that info?"
"A Pokémon told me that. It's not too important really."
"What Pokémon? There are only a few that could actually speak, and you haven't met any of them, I don't think. Slowking, Lucario, Lugia, and Mewtwo are all I know off." Sakura said, as if she had met them all herself.
"There's another. But like I said, it's not important."
"Please tell me."
Spencer sneered. "I'm sure you'd like to know. Too bad."
"Pleeease?" Sakura pleaded, grabbing hold on Spencer's hands.
"You'll find out soon enough. Now, to the matters at hand…GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" he cried.
Sakura whimpered as she was forced out.
Spencer closed the door behind her and sighed. 'She's so weird…' he thought, 'Breaking into my house and cooking me meals…' Then he shrugged it off and went into his garage.
"And who are you?" asked Cynthia. She, Gold, and Steven sat at a small table, interviewing people who wanted to join the Pokémon League.
"Name's Logan. I specialize in sweep/pwn tactics," said a long haired man, "And this here's my Weavile." He added, introducing his Dark and Ice sweeper.
"When we ask for what you specialize in, we don't mean 'give us your tactics.' We mean what type of Pokémon." Steven said impatiently.
"Duly noted," Logan muttered, brushing his hair out of his face.
"What? Hey, if you're gonna be a smart-ass, I'll have half a mind to kick you out of here right now and sweep you myself with my Heatran." Steven warned, getting up from his seat in agitation.
"Nonetheless, I wanna be gym leader in the Sinnoh region." Logan said.
"That means you'll be under my control. Was it Dark or Ice that you specialize in?" Cynthia asked.
"Neither. I would like to be a mixed gym leader."
"That's Blue's job," Gold said, softly grinning. He could see it there. The future of the Pokémon League was a bright one.
"I know, and I feel there should be at least one in every region. I have a friend whose skills mirror mine and she's considering either Johto for its traditional style, or Hoenn for its exotic beaches." Logan explained.
"I'm quite partial to exotic beaches," whispered Gold to himself, "Maybe I should move to Hoenn."
"Well we can't have two mixed gym leaders in Johto. Tell her that's out of the question." Cynthia stated, writing something down on her clipboard. "Anyway, Mister Logan…how long have you been training? How do you train?"
"I've been battling since I was a lad. My training regimen consists of monotonous random battles with any trainer I can find," said Logan, "In fact…"
He pointed at Gold, who was still grinning.
"I challenge you, Gold. If I can beat you, than I join the Pokémon League and become a gym leader."
Gold stood up. "Alright, sounds good. If you'd follow me outside to the battle arena." He began to walk out, with Logan and his Weavile following.
Steven slammed his fists on the table. "Gold, you can't just let random people battle you! You're a champion, not a haphazard trainer!"
"Calm down, Steven." Cynthia said, also following Gold, "Just watch."
Spencer pulled his little piece of crap car into a dirt driveway next to Azalea's Pokémon School. He glared at the new sign as walked in. 'Where children learn the basics of being a Pokémon Trainer,' it read. Nick, the teacher at the school, and Spencer's good friend, was all about blatancy. If he says you're a bad trainer and you'll never amount to anything, then you're a bad trainer and you'll never amount to anything.
Spencer slowly opened the door a crack and stuck his hand threw, waving.
"Hello?" he asked, making his way in. He was surprised when he found himself being stared down by thirty or so kids.
"Spencer? How unexpected," said Nick, standing with his back to a whiteboard covered in Pokémon facts, "I was just telling my students how normal and fighting attacks have no effect on Ghost types…perhaps you'd like to help me demonstrate?"
Spencer was embarrassed, but he wanted to look cool in front of the kids so he nodded. As he made his way toward the front of the room, he chuckled. "Am I missing something? It's Saturday, so why are all these kids here?"
"The new rules state that children must receive six days of schooling so that they might keep up to the incredible standards set by the student body of Sinnoh. Please select one of your Pokémon that we shall use for the demonstration."
Spencer nodded again and took out a Pokeball. "Now, be warned kids," Spencer bragged, "My Pokémon are both strong and frightening, but I'll keep 'em in line so they don't freak you out too much. Also, remember, I'm a Gym Leader, so consider this an honor. Go! Bannette!" The doll-like Pokémon came out grinning fiendishly.
"And I'll use Slaking." Nick said, sending out his Pokémon. "Use Mega Punch now." His Pokémon yawned and swung its large fists right through Spencer's Bannette.
The children gasped.
"Do you see how my normal type Mega Punch went right through Mr. Spencer's Bannette? However, ghost-type attacks do not work on normal-type Pokémon. Spencer, please use your attack." Nick commanded.
"Shadow Sneak, Bannette!" Spencer called. His Pokémon became a shadow and appeared behind Slaking, and before the oaf could look behind it, Bannette attacked. However, it hit without success as the attack caused Slaking no damage.
"And that's what happens. Children, we covered a lot of material today; you are free to go," Nick said, "No class tomorrow, William, stop coming on Sundays please."
Some kid who must have been William nodded as he gathered his things.
Spencer felt someone tug on his shirt so he looked down and saw a little boy with a sweet hat. "Spencer?" he asked.
"Yeah?"
"Oh ehm gee, I'm, like, your biggest fan! I hope to challenge you someday and, like, totally lose!" the kid exclaimed.
"Oh, that's cool…um…okay; you can leave now though, seriously." Spencer replied.
The kid grinned and ran out after the mass of children heading home.
"So, Spencer…you wanted something, I presume?" asked Nick as he erased the whiteboard.
"Yeah, it's about Giratina again. Can you tell me what you've learned?"
"Ah, yes. The impossible quest. And here I am thinking you came all the way here to pick me up to go pick up some hot chicks."
"Well, Nick, that would be great, but that's not why I'm here."
"But what if it was?"
"Seriously, that would be great, but that's not why I'm here." Spencer repeated.
Nick chuckled to himself and put his eraser down and sat at his desk. "I kid you, Spencer. But as I said times before, this is not a possible quest for you. Even if you ever met it face to face, there's no way someone of your strength could obtain it. It's part dragon, after all."
"You're saying I'm too weak?"
"I'm sorry, but it's the truth."
Spencer turned away and sighed. "Whatever...Just get in the car..."
"We're going to go pick up hot chicks?"
"Just come on," The two headed out.