Critical Hit: Kanto Adventure
Part 1: The Insanity Begins!
I stared at the vast blue sky above me, watching white clouds float on by. I lazily felt the grass with my hand, ripping out a few blades. My white hat was angled so that it could keep the sun out of my eyes. I wore a light blue shirt that had black around the collar, and a knee length red skirt. My shoes were red and white, and my socks were a light blue, which ended in the middle of my calf. Before, I normally wore dark clothes, but since I've become very optimistic, I changed my sense of style.
I closed my eyes, taking in the tranquility of the moment. Of course, all good things must come to an end. That end came in the form of cold water hitting my face. I sat up immediately, shocked of how unexpected the water was. I mean, really… How could I have known water will wake me up from my relaxation? Especially with my eyes closed?
I looked around, but there was no one there. I looked behind me, and lo and behold! One of my neighbors, Blue, stood there, holding a plastic cup. My obvious guess is that the cup held the water that so rudely trashed my mellow vibes. Hm, I kind of sound like a hippie… Anyway, I did the only sensible thing one would do when water has been dumped on said person.
"What the hell is the matter with you," I yelled at him, standing up.
"Nothing, really," he replied with a smirk. He wore a black short-sleeved shirt with a collar, and blue pants. He had a necklace with a silver pendant, and bluish-gray wrist bands. He also had black shoes, and light brown hair. He had that condescending look on his face that he always has whenever he's around me. It just makes me want to punch him in the face. He thinks he so much better than me when in reality… He actually is. Seriously, I can never beat him at anything! And that just adds to my frustration with him.
"What do you want, Blue," I asked him, glaring at him.
"Well, I was on a walk to my grandfather's lab when I spotted you all the way over here."
Curse his hawk-like vision!
"I also happened to be drinking water, and decided to add more humiliation to you," he continued.
"Oh, you little— Wait… More humiliation?"
He smirked in that I'm-far-more-superior-than-you sort of way, which made me want to kick him so hard in the balls that he won't spawn another shit like him. One of him is enough!
"My grandfather called me over to his lab because he believes I'm ready to have Pokémon. I'll have a Pokémon before you! Smell ya later!"
He walked away, leaving me alone to wallow in fury. I kicked at the grass and stomped on the floor, smashing the grass flat. I could not freaking believe it! How could he, a total douche, have a Pokémon before me? I don't treat people like scum like he does, and I sure as hell don't brag about being better. This is seriously so messed up! It was completely unfair! I picked up a few rocks and began to randomly chuck them everywhere.
I was the one who began to study about Pokémon since I was able to read, when I was four! He started to because I was, and he had the best source of all: His grandfather! It felt like all my studying, all the time I've spent being nice to people, and all the hopes I had of finding something that I'll be better at than him were all crushed before my eyes. This world sucks ass!
"Hey, are you okay," asked a voice behind me. I stopped my rampaging fury and turned around, meeting another one of my neighbors. Red was his name— Is his name. He wore a black and red hat, which had a pokeball symbol on it, on a mess of black hair. His shirt was also black and red with a small tinge of white; and black wrist bands. His pants were blue, and his shoes black and red, too. Part of my mind thinks that he wants to look badass wearing black and red.
I can understand that since Blue A.K.A Douche sometimes picks on him whenever I'm not around. However, I don't think that it's working since Douche is torturing us both. I did my best to calm myself before answering him.
"No, I'm not okay," I replied, horribly failing at controlling my angry tone. "That freaking Douche is getting a Pokémon today! This blows!"
"He is? Damn… Talk about lucky."
"You're not helping!"
"Oh, sorry. But, it's not like we can do anything about it. His grandfather is Professor Oak."
"Again, you're not helping," I told him, turning my back on him. I then looked at the road that leads out of our small town. Seeing the tall grass, an insane idea sparked in my mind.
"I'm going to catch one," I said, more to myself than to him.
"Are you talking about Pokémon? You don't have any pokeballs, and how do you expect to catch one without having one yourself?"
"I'm going to wrangle one! Plus, I'm feeling lucky."
"Do you even know how to wrangle a Pokémon?"
"No, but I can learn!"
I looked over my shoulder to see his expression, which was full of worry. I looked ahead, took a deep breath, and walked toward the tall grass. I could hear Red following me as I walked. I stopped before the tall grass, listening for any Pokémon that may be hiding in it. There was nothing but silence, save for the sound of the wind.
"Leaf, you don't have to do this," said Red. "We could just wait. Our chance will come. All we have to do is be patient."
"Sometimes, you got to take chances," I said, taking my first step into the grass.
"Wait! Don't go in there," yelled a familiar voice.
I stopped, and both I and Red looked back to the source of the voice. To our surprise, Professor Oak ran towards us. When he reached us, he looked out of breath.
"You really shouldn't go in the grass," he said, breathlessly. "The wild Pokémon hiding there may attack you."
"So, did you run over here to give us a lesson in safety, or what," I asked him.
"Actually," he said, regaining his composure. "I was looking for both of you at your houses."
That is kind of creepy.
"But, since you weren't there," he continued. "I started to look around the town for you. I'm lucky to find you two here!"
This is getting creepier by the minute, and I wanted to bolt out of there.
"Um, why were you looking for us," asked Red.
"Oh, my apologies. I have three Pokémon in my lab at the moment, and I believe Blue, as well as you two, are ready to have your first Pokémon."
"You waited fifteen years to give us Pokémon," I stated, finding it rather incredible. "Why not sooner?"
"Well, I was going to give you Pokémon when you were all ten, but… I later discovered that that would be very irresponsible of me to trust you with dangerous creatures, as well as the creatures out in the world."
"Oh, that makes sense."
"Now, we should head over to my lab. Blue is probably impatient that I'm not there."
The three of us walked to the Professor's lab, and I felt very excited to have my first Pokémon. At last, all my years of waiting have finally paid off! We entered the lab and I could already see Douche looking rather peeved. I could give him that condescending look he usually gives me, but I'm better than that. I wouldn't want to stoop down to his level. Inside, there were machines and computers here and there. I've only been in the lab seven times at most in my life. However, the one thing that really caught my eye was the three pokeballs on a small, rectangular table.
"In my youth," began Professor Oak. "I've always wanted to see all of the Pokémon in the world and research them. However, I've never been able to do so. I would like the three of you to catalogue every Pokémon there is. You will help me to achieve my dream, and improve my research.
He pointed to the three pokeballs and said, "Now, I want you to go pick a Pokémon to call your own and start your adventure."
I couldn't help but think that the last part was kind of cheesy.
"I think I should go first since I'm his grandson, after all," said Douche rather arrogantly.
"Blue! Have you no manners? Ladies are always first," said Oak.
"All right," I said, running up to the table. "Uh… How do I know which pokeball has what kind of Pokémon?"
"The first pokeball holds Bulbasaur, a grass type. The second holds Squirtle, a water type. The third pokeball holds Charmander, a fire type."
"This one," I yelled happily, holding the pokeball close to me. "I totally want this one. I can't wait to start burning things down!"
"Er—What?"
"So, you picked the fire type," said Douche, walking up to the second pokeball. "I guess I'll take the water type. Let's have a little battle, Leaf!"
What a fucking Douche. Whatever, I'll take him on! Wait a minute… Water + Fire= Extinguished fire! Holy crap! I'm totally going to lose this one!
"Go on, Charmander," I said, sending my Pokémon to its doom.
"Go, Squirtle," yelled Douche, throwing his pokeball. "Use Water Gun on that flame!"
His Squirtle looked up at him with a confused look.
"What? You don't know it? What do you know then?"
Foe Squirtle used Tail Whip!
Charmander used Scratch!
The battle began. I ordered my Charmander to use Scratch on every turn, while Douche would occasionally use Tackle and Tail Whip. For the first time in my life, I won. I finally beat Douche at something! Oh, hell yeah! I called back my Charmander, feeling so ecstatic that I won.
"Beginner's luck," said Douche. "I'm going home to get a Town Map. Too bad you won't have any, Leaf. Smell ya later!"
I watched him leave and turned my attention to Red, who was picking up the pokeball with Bulbasaur in it.
"What a battle," said Oak. "Well, I hope to see you three later soon because I have a special gift for you. Incidentally, Leaf, can you do me a favor?"
Uh-oh… I don't like the sound of that.
"I'd like for you to go to Viridian City, pick up a parcel at the mart over there, and deliver it to me."
Oh, thank God it's just a delivery.
"You can count on me, Professor," I said enthusiastically. I rushed out of the lab and headed straight to my house. I barged through the door and ended up slipping from a wet floor, falling flat on my face.
"Careful, I just mopped there," said my mother, moving a bucket of murky water.
"Thanks for the warning," I said, getting up. "Guess what, though!"
"What?"
"I got a Pokémon! And, Professor Oak wants me to get him a gift or something from Viridian City. So, I'm going to pack up a few things just in case."
"You just said that you're getting him a gift. Why in the world do you need to pack a 'few things?'"
"Well, um… I promised him that I'd catalog all the Pokémon."
"What? Why would you do that!"
"Mom, he just gave me my first Pokémon. My first Pokémon! The least I could do is help out with his research and all."
"I suppose you're right… Just be careful, please."
"Oh, c'mon, mom. You don't have to worry about me," I told her as I went upstairs to my room.
"Knowing you, I have every reason to worry," she said under her breath. In my room, I grabbed a bag and threw in a couple of clothes in there. I stood in my room, staring at my bag. I have a feeling that I'm missing something. I looked around my room until I rested my eyes on my computer. Of course! How could I forget? I turned on my computer and accessed the inventory in it. There was a potion stored so I withdrew it, and placed it in my bag. I grabbed my bag and went downstairs.
"Bye, mom! I'll see you whenever I come back," I said, giving her a quick hug. I went to Douche's house, a little tentative that I should even be there. However, to my luck, he wasn't there. His sister, Daisy, looked at me with a pleased look.
"Hello, Leaf. What are you doing here," she asked me, politeness very obvious.
"I was kind of wondering if you have any spare Town Maps. I don't have one, and I don't really know where else I can get one."
"You may have this, being that you'll need it as much as Blue does," she said, getting the map on a nearby table and handing it to me.
"Wow, thanks," I said, putting the map away in my bag. "By the way, where is Blue?"
"I'm not so sure. He came in here saying how he'll be 'the greatest Pokémon trainer ever' and stuff like that."
Egotistical bastard.
"Oh, okay then. Thanks again for the map! I'll see you later," I said.
I ran out the door and made my way to the tall grass again. I sent out my Charmander, who looked at me quite happily.
"Okay, Charmander, first thing's first! Wait… I think I'm going to give you a nickname. 'Charmander' is a mouthful. From now on, your name shall be Flare! Now, Flare, how about you use Ember on the grass to make the journey easier?"
Flare looked up at me with confusion, not quite understanding what I was saying.
"Ah, you don't know it… No matter! We'll just work on your skills so you'll eventually learn it!"
Flare and I walked through the grass, defeating many Rattata and Pidgey alike. It didn't take us long to reach Viridian City. Being from a small town, it was very exciting for me to be in a city. On the main road, I noticed a commotion going on. I walked to a small group of people, craning my neck to see what the big deal was. An old man lay in the middle of the road, looking rather cranky.
"No one is passing through! No one," he yelled at the sky.
"Grandpa, get up," said a woman standing near him. "You're making a scene."
I walked away, being that this really has nothing to do with me. I went to the PokéMart, just like the Professor asked. The clerk, who was reading a book, looked at me lazily, and then went back to reading. I walked up to the register, tapping the counter to get his attention.
"Yes," he asked me, putting the book down.
"I'm here to pick up something for Professor Oak," I told him.
"Oh… Here you go, then," he said, picking up something and then placing it on the counter.
"Thank you," I said to him.
"No, thank you. You're saving me a trip."
I left the mart and walked back to Pallet Town, jumping down ledges to get there faster. I did stop a few times to fight some wild Pokemon to give experience to Flare. In about ten minutes, I successfully made it home. As I walked to Professor Oak's lab, Red ran up to me, walking beside me.
"So, you got the package," he asked me.
"Yeah, I did. Why are you still here?"
"The Professor said he had something to give us."
Oh, crap. I remember he said that he had something "special" to give us not too long ago. Please, God, don't let it be what I think it is. Red and I entered the lab, Douche already there again. Kind of weird how he just turns up and all.
"Good! You're all here," said Oak, turning around. "Here are the special gifts I wanted to give you."
He turned around again, and handed us weird Gameboy-looking devices.
"This is my latest invention: The Pokédex! It records the data of Pokémon that you've seen or captured. With this, you'll be able to make a complete guide of all the Pokémon in the world, which is exactly what I want you to do."
"Do we get paid for doing this," I asked him, putting my Pokédex away in my bag.
"I'm afraid not… This is more of a charity case. And, I don't have the money to pay you."
"Well, I'll be off to accomplish this task," said Douche, walking out. "I know I'm the only one who can do it since Red and Leaf are total losers."
I have no idea how Professor Oak puts up with him. He has the patience of a saint.
"I suppose I'll be off, too," I said, turning my attention to Oak. "Thanks for the Gameboy. I'm sure it'll keep in me entertained."
"It's a Pokédex," corrected Oak. "There's a huge difference."
"I preferred a Gameboy instead… Anyway, I feel the urge to start some fires. Ta-ta for now!"
A/N: Moonlight Wolf91 here! I recently bought the Firered version, and, after reading a comic called "SUPER EFFECTIVE," it inspired me to write my own Pokemon fic. The idea was just buggin me greatly the more I played my game. Anyway, at the moment, I'm a little unsure of how to continue the story. I mean, I'm not sure if I want Red to join Leaf on the adventure or not. I already planned out how the story will be if he does, and if he doesn't. So, what do you, my readers, think? Feel free to review or message me. Thank you.