Chapter 1
Lyanne
lays sprawled across her fluffy pillow, sleeping the day away as
usual, when her owner and a few other people arrive at the doorway of
her room. She lazily acknowledges them by looking up at them, they
appear upside-down.
"Lyanne, my brother came back to visit us
and guess who he brought." her owner, Carla, grins.
Lyanne
rolls her eyes, she can guess, and she's not surprised when the male
weavile walks around the corner to join his trainer. Lyanne
scowls.
"It's your favorite playmate, Lyanne!!" her
owner exclaims, fully oblivious to Lyanne's dislike of his
presence.
Weavile leans against the wall and smirks, probably
because they are the same age, siblings even, yet they are so
different.
Carla's brother whispers something to Carla, something
she nods to, and then walks over to Lyanne. "I want to give you
something." He holds out his hand and Lyanne takes the shiny
claw-like object from him.
Lyanne looks at the shiny object, she
feels a strange power emanating from it.
"It's a Razor Claw!
Aren't you excited! One more level and you can be a weavile, just
like your brother." Lyanne's owner beams at her, Lyanne could
care less. She likes being a sneasel; right now she's smaller and
faster than her brother, why even the score? Lyanne wraps her claws
around the Razor Claw; she doesn't want it yet she can't let it go,
weird. She ignores it...for now.
Carla's brother whispers to her
again and waves, they're leaving again.
"Oh, ok. Bye! Hope we
see you again soon!" Carla calls, waving as both brothers wave
farewell to their little sisters while they take to the road again to
do trainer...stuff.
Lyanne's not even sure what trainers do and
doesn't really care.
"Lyanne, I can't wait till next week!
I'll be ten years old, old enough to be a trainer." Carla grabs
Lyanne in a bear hug, barely lifting Lyanne's 2' 11" frame off
the floor, "It's going to be so much fun!" Carla pulls back
and looks Lyanne straight in the face, "Just us two, battling
together to become stronger as a team, catching new pokémon
friends." Lyanne lands on the floor, she's been dropped, "But
not until my birthday." Carla skips out of the room, humming a
nonsense tune, leaving Lyanne alone...again.
Lyanne
sits on her pillow, an unwilling attendant of her owner's, now
trainer's, birthday party. Piles of colorful gifts tower over the
room and her owner squeals in delight. Lyanne winces at the barrage
of ripping that assaults her ears as her trainer unveils the gifts
given to her.
Most of it is pokémon merchandise like dolls and
clothing, some of it's supplies that she could take with on her
trainer journeys, and one box contains several kinds of designer poké
balls.
Lyanne's trainer squeals again and runs over to hug Lyanne,
"Isn't this exciting! We can finally go on our adventures.
Tomorrow we can go to the lab and get my pokédex and then it's on
the road from there."
Lyanne feels her ribs being compressed,
Squeeze me any tighter and I'll show you how 'excited' I am to
leave home... she thinks as her trainer releases her from the hug
of death and runs over to her parents to thank them for their
gifts.
Lyanne falls over backwards on her pillow and remains
asleep for the remainder of the party.
Afterward, Lyanne's trainer
pulls out a poké ball, Lyanne's poké ball, and recalls her.
Lyanne
hates her poké ball; it's boring and uncomfortable. She sulks for
the whole entire time she's in there. She's called out, and appears
standing in the local pokémon laboratory. She sighs
impatiently.
"Here's my starter, professor. Can I get my
pokédex now, pretty please?"
The old geezer in charge comes
over and picks Lyanne up off the floor, inspecting her.
Lyanne
growls at him slightly, letting him know she's getting ticked
off.
"Hmm. Your sneasel appears to be at the required level,
level five. You may start with her if you wish." he
replies.
Lyanne's trainer squeals happily, an awful high-pitched
sound, and hugged the professor, "Thank you so much!" she
runs over to Lyanne who holds out her paw, stopping her trainer from
reaching her.
Her trainer flails around a little then stops,
looking defeated.
"Here's your pokédex, young miss." He
hands over a shiny pink and black device.
Lyanne's eyes sparkle,
she loves shiny objects.
A little later...
Back in
the poké ball, ugh. Why must I travel around like this? I can walk
on my own two feet, lemme out already. Lyanne's poké ball rocks
slightly inside Carla's pack.
Carla is oblivious to the fact that
Lyanne wants out.
Lyanne continues to rock the ball, eventually
succeeding in breaking out. Lyanne appears standing next to a
surprised Carla, "Yes!! Sweet freedom!" she screams in her
sneasel language.
"How did you get out of your ball?"
Carla asks, digging around in her pack for Lyanne's ball. She finds
it and holds it up, "Alright, Lyanne. Back inside."
Lyanne
folds her arms stubbornly and dodges the red beam the ball shot at
her.
Carla put one hand on her hip while holding Lyanne's poké
ball with the other, achieving a cute but frustrated look, "Get
back in the ball, Lyanne." she repeats more sternly.
Lyanne
sticks her tongue out in a taunt and dodges the beam again.
"Stop
it, Lyanne!" Carla screams, firing the beam rapidly and making
the sneasel dance to avoid it.
Another trainer watches from a
distance. He can tell this is a young trainer with little or no
experience. His staravia sits next to him, preening her feathers
calmly. He smirks as he walks up behind Carla, "I don't think
your sneasel likes her poké ball."
Carla spins around,
startled by his sudden voice. "But she has to go back in, how
else will I carry her." she pouts, obviously ignoring the 'don't
talk to strangers' rule.
He gets a rather confused expression,
"Pokémon can walk by themselves." he raises his arm
and his staravia flies to perch on it, "Starla here hardly ever
goes into her ball. She much prefers the fresh air and
sunshine."
"Starrravia!" she agrees.
Lyanne
stares at this new trainer, he seemed much more authoritative than
Carla, someone she could respect. She glanced around her, spying a
shiny rock at her feet. She picks it up and runs to the other
trainer, giving it to him.
He takes it, bewildered, "...?
Uh, thanks, I guess..." I'm no expert on sneasels but I think
this one likes me for some reason.
Lyanne nods as he takes the
rock and walks back to Carla grudgingly. Carla is livid about the
exchange, "How come you never give ME presents? I'm your
trainer!"
Lyanne flinches at Carla's anger and embarrassing
the male trainer, "I think you should try getting a few gym
badges. Your sneasel doesn't seem to respect you as a trainer yet."
he kneels down next to Carla, "Prove to her that you know your
stuff. Win some battles, earn some badges."
"But I want
to do contests..." Carla mutters.
"Ribbons then. But you
still need to raise your sneasel."
He stands up and Lyanne
stares up at him, Is this what Carla's brother is like? If he is,
my brother is so lucky...
The male trainer turns to leave, "I
hope you and your sneasel can work things out. I'm sure you'll make a
great team down the road. Maybe we can even have a friendly battle
someday" he nods farewell and walks away down the path.
Carla
just stands there next to Lyanne, watching him go. After he was
completely out of sight she turns to Lyanne, "Wanna go find some
trainers to battle?"
Lyanne shakes her head and motions
wildly with her paws, 'No'
"Ok, then! Let's go!" Carla
smiles and skips off, completely missing Lyanne's message. Lyanne
grudgingly follows her trainer, She better find some weak
trainers... she broods to herself as Carla leads them through
some tall grass.