So This is my first ever fanfiction, I don't have much to offer other than my own personal imagination and opinion on how the pokemon world should be compared to that of the anime. If you have any opinions or suggestions, please leave a review. Thanks!
Vermillion: The Arrival and Discovery
"Hey! what makes you think you can barge in like that? We're having a very serious tournament between top trainers and the Elite Four! We must draft a team of strong trainers; we have no need of disrespectful brats!" A white-haired man in shades and a formal gray suit scolds a young pokemon trainer who just walked in.
"No I'm not being disrespectful, kind sir, just really confident. I think its fine to be confident, if you're strong." The teenager wore baggy jeans, a black T-shirt and a blue vest, along with what seemed to be a pilot cap and goggles. He really did seem to be confident in his abilities.
Suddenly a loud yell of dismay was heard near the far wall of the large rectangular stadium; the defeat of another hopeful trainer.
The victor and Elite Four member spoke without looking, "It's alright, Clyde, let him battle, if he's that cocky, he's either really strong or stupid. And to be honest, I'd take the risk in finding out." Gray Oak was named after his grandfather however the misspelled name naturally beckoned to be made fun unnaturally fit 50-year old stood on the platform nearest the front door in a gray, metal studded blazer with no shirt, revealing his over-developed torso, and white shorts, having just easily defeated another strong trainer. He specialized in normal (gray) and steel (gray) type pokemon to spite those who made fun of him.
Once the teenager had arrived on the opposite platform near the far wall, he could see Gray's face, and quite honestly, it was gray. Clean, gray moustache, gray and thinning hair, even his eyes were graying. The Elite Four member spoke loudly, "Well, well, well, it's a fine day is it not? Say, what is your name?"
The trainer replied, "Well according to my trainer card, I'm Niles Jackson," then with a smile, "But you can call me Ny."
"Very Well Ny, let's begin! Come out! Pyroar!" A feline beast with a bright red and orange mane came roaring out of the pokeball that Gray threw. It landed on the dirt stadium floor and took a battle stance.
"I'll match yours then, go Arcanine!" A majestic orange white and black canine appeared without a sound.
Gray initiated, "It's too late to be regretting youngster, Pyroar! Double Edge, full power!" The pyroar immediately took off at an incredible speed, kicking a huge dust cloud behind it.
"Dodge! With Extremespeed!" Even before the young challenger could finish, his Arcanine vanished. The Pyroar halted and looked around unaware that the two pokemon had just traded places.
"Now, Arcanine! Extreme Charge!" Again, the canine disappeared only to appear with a yellow flash and crackle before Pyroar's collapsed body. "I'm no brat anymore, hm, Clyde?"
Thus was the start of Nile Jackson's, or should I say, Ny's inevitable participation in The Great Pokemon War.
But first, Let me tell you how his journey first began.
First Day Back in Kanto
Ny hadn't thought as much as he should have about how and what he was going to do here. The orange summer glow was already dimming, he was hungry, half his pack of pokefood had been depleted, and still he could not find his father's old place.
I've played around and explored Vermillion so many times, how could it have changed so much over these past two years? Pondered Ny, still staring intently at the relatively uncomplicated map of small roads and few buildings that he had stolen from his father. Or maybe I'm just bad at direction. Laughing at himself, Ny stopped and remembered how he used to get lost in the wilds, or when he used to cry for his mom literally ten feet into the woods outside his grandmother's garden.
The young thirteen-year-old was dressed in a pair of jean shorts, a t-shirt displaying a neon Gengar design and a track jacket. His messy uncut hair revealed his careless nature and his eyes were full of mischief.
"Yeah, that's probably it." Ny thought to himself as he recognized a familiar landmark not yet consumed by modern renovations. It was a statue of a rhydon standing upright, as if guarding the abandoned and gloomy gym behind it. Ny used to climb up on top of those with his school friends right around sunset, leaving his Togepi on the ground and feeling like the king of the world. Then, above Togepi's squeaking he would overhear his schoolmate's parents shouting and scolding, look for his own but then remembering that his father had busy work at the nuclear power plant, and that the other half of the family was in Sinnoh.
Looking away, Ny proceeded on his rediscovered route back home. With the sandy western beach to his back, it only took ten minutes on the dirt paths before he approached a large constriction site where he swore his old apartment should have been. Since there was a rectangular stone wall surrounding it Ny ran around to get a better look at the site and hope filled his heart as he rushed for the entrance marked by a flickering streetlight. Ny wondered whether his father knew about their home being demolished and whether it was the cause of his return to Sinnoh.
But before he could think any further, a deep and loud "HEY" resounded throughout the block, echoing slightly. Ny unfroze himself to look at the big-voiced man. "You're a trainer right, kid? I see you've got two pokeballs right there, on your belt. You gonna man up and battle?"
Ny scared and unsure what to do, obediently moved his hand towards his pokeball then suddenly stopped. "Yeah, huh? Oh, but I can only use one…"
"That's fine! I'll just use one too! Here, this'll be the one; It's work time, Diggersby!" A red light flashed out of the airborne pokeball and a scruffy looking Diggersby appeared. The ground-normal type rabbit pokemon held his small arms close to his chest, preferring to showcase his comparatively giant ears. When Diggersby caught sight of Ny, it smiled openly, shifting the stick between his teeth from one side to the other.
"Now's the time when you're supposed to send our your pokemon, boy. " the worker said, scratching his well-grown beard and worrying about the mental stability of the young teenager before him.
"Y-yes, yep, my turn now…" muttered Ny inaudibly as he pulled back his arm to throw his pokeball. Ny felt a pit in his stomach as he involuntarily recalled the exact experience two years ago during practice battles which he never won. His class would have small tournaments once in a while for the purposes of distinguishing any promising to-be trainers. Unless you were very good at battling or very good at research and catching pokemon, it is very hard to make a living off of the dangerous pokemon trainer profession. Most change jobs within a year.
"Growlithe!" Ny's voice cracked in his attempt to declare the traditional pre-battle shout. Out came a startled young Growlithe, clearly not as strong as the Diggersby in front of it. Seeing his Growlithe look back at him with worried eyes, Ny suddenly realized why he had battled so much although he lost all the time. Now filled with fighting spirit, Ny shocked the middle aged worker and shouted, "Alright! Let's go, Growlithe, ember, quick!"
Stunned by the boy's new attitude and the ferocity shown by the seemingly weak Growlithe, the worker could but stutter uneducated syllables, Fortunately the experienced Diggersby threw its large ears in front of itself and blocked most of the embers,
"Follow up with bite! Clamp on hard!" Blinded by its own ears, the Diggersby had them caught in the little Growlithe's jaws.
"Now throw it to the ground!" The worker had finally recomposed and gave a clear smart command, taking advantage of the situation.
"Without letting the other trainer finish, Ny interjected, "Release it, loosen up and do a roll!" Just as Diggersby began to swing his ears, Growlithe let go and rolled on the ground away from the rabbit, avoiding the full force of its ears and minimizing damage.
"Not bad, kid! But let's see how your quick thinking fares against this! Diggersby, Quick Attack!" The bulky pokemon took a step back before accelerating at a frightening speed and tackling Growlithe.
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"So you were one of the plant worker's kid, huh?" After the battle, the husky middle-aged worker invited Ny to sit next to him on a rock by some heavy construction equipment inside the construction site. Ny was treating his injured Growlithe after gratefully accepting the worker's offered medicine.
"Um, yeah sir, and I just came back here searching for my dad's old apartment but I never knew it would be like this." Indicating the rubble worthy building next to where they were sitting.
"If you don't mind my asking, could you mention a name?"
"Daniel"
"Oh ho! Jadesky was it? Not a bad man at all, no, worked extra hard, well many others did, but he, it seemed like he was working his soul dry, hard to imagine he was raising a kid at the same time. You didn't make too much trouble now did you?"
Ny's face flushed red.
"Well, now, no need to be ashamed, all kids are like that at some point." Chuckled George, "Well your dad was a lucky one I gotta tell you, only one to survive the accident unharmed. There was an attack, some two years ago. Darn team Rockets…" Ny could sympathize with the worker, now with head bent and eyes closed. "Luckily they didn't get to the core of the plant, otherwise this whole city… Well anyway, because of that they had to shut it down, basically stripping us workers of our jobs, these apartments you see here that were provided to us for the job, and basically left us with nothing. I was the head manager there y'know, had a bright future, a beautiful fiancée too…" The worker suddenly found himself looking at Ny as he felt the boy's arms wrap around him.
"I'm so sorry." Was all Ny could say.
"Ha ha ha! Well no use crying now," said the worker as he wiped his eyes and tried to recover. "I'm George by the way."
"My name's Ny."
"Alright, Ny. How about staying at my place? I'm sure you don't have a place to stay and there ain't no Pokecenter here in this rural place." At this, Ny's face lit up then suddenly darkened again as he looked towards the run-down apartment building. "Or perhaps you want to revisit your room? Leave anything in there you forgot?"
"No, let's head to your place. Thanks George."
"Haha! You've entertained me, that's more than enough , C'mon, I gotta tell you about everything that's change since, what, two years ago?"
