The name is CelestialLunarWolf (or Luna for short) and this is my very first ever fanfic. Having always loved Pokemon, I've wanted to make stories since I was little. However, I never actually went through with it until just recently. I got inspired to make this after dreaming something a little similar to it. I thought it was a very interesting plot and decided to wing it. Bare in mind that there is bound to be a lot of flaws and errors since this is my first time. And I apologize in advance but that's just the way of things. And without further ado, here it is!
Chapter 1: Unusual Beginnings
Have you ever imagined life as a Psyduck? No? Really..? Are you sure? Nah, me niether.
It would be one heck of a trip though.
I'm not gonna be here lecturing about the meaning of life. No. For Arceus' sake, no.
I am here to lecture to you about "my" life. This is my own glorified autobiography to you. Now, aren't you so lucky?
Now let's see... my day consists of beating kids out of their money and being treated like a hobo whenever I go buy something at some store or restaurant. Sounds like a fantastic plot for a 3 star movie doesn't it? That is what my life might as well be.
I am 6'05". I am 115 pounds. I pack a pretty good punch. Good enough to leave 3rd degree burns actually. Now, you're probably thinking I'm either a psychopath or an X-men mutant. Life is funny that way.
To prevent your imagination from having too much fun, I shall clarify. I am a Pokemon. To be more specific, I am that flaming kung pao chicken called Blaziken.
Am I a talking pokemon? Am I really being told what some pokemon does in his/her free time? Yes and no.
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"Mmmm just enough to afford a good hamburger at that place again..."
The PokeDollars are crumpled into my claws as they are being accounted for. Exactly P309.
Another 10 year-old boy is left astounded, attending to his Pokemon which I gave a good pummeling to. Securing my winnings into my pouch, I quickly leave the scene before one of them Jenny clones has the chance to capture me for odd behavior.
Life as a Pokemon can be pretty different, depending how you want to play your cards. In the wild, you play by nature's rules. Either live to have a meal in your stomach or be a member of a pack. When "tamed" by a human, you live pretty easy for the most part. You can be a family pet or be trained "to be the very best" in Pokemon battles by a trainer. Unfortunately, it is soley based on if your human is actually capable of logical thinking. It seems the odds are worse considering that your trainer can be as young as 10 years. Haha, how funny to have to call some snot-nosed brat "Master".
"Oh how things have changed." I chuckled to myself. Trekking my way back into town, already fantasizing about my well-deserved meal.
What rules do I live by? Am I king of the jungle or a child's combatant? I am neither. I am just that weird exception to that rule.
I finally get to my favorite food joint and get to the already long line for the lunch rush. I take out my trusty notepad and start scrawling my order. Pokemon obviously can't tell their order to the cashier. So I have to play my part as well. The irregulars present are already giving me confused yet curious looks. A lone Pokemon waiting in line like a human being and writing some actually tangible English. Many of the people at this establishment have long since been used to my presence, but there are always some newcomers who are perplexed by such an event. I'm surprised no business has called the authorities on me. I guess no matter how weird the customers may come as, some business is good business.
"Ah hello again Blaziken! Here to pick up food for your trainer again?" The female cashier greets me with her usual preppiness .
For precaution, I've made the people familiar to me believe that I'm a tamed Pokemon who does errands for their trainer. A bit farfetched. I know. But life is easier for me that way. Just tied a blue scarf around my neck and "BAM"! No longer a wild Pokemon!
I hold up my notebook, showing her what I-errr "my trainer" intended to order.
"Double cheeseburger again huh? Your trainer sure has an appetite. Why don't you have him come over next time? Anyways, that will be P250."
I hand her the exact amount thinking "Haha like that will happen..."
But I reply with a small nod and smile possible for a Blaziken, knowing that she meant well.
I waited and immediately left the restaurant with my burger in hand-err claw.
Going into a back alley and making sure I wasn't followed, I readied my legs and made a tremendous jump into the rooftop of a 20 story skyscraper. Certain that I can have my privacy, I sit down and dive into my food. Being a bird with some thunder thighs sure has its perks.
Enjoying my meal, I gaze into the sunny weather. A few clouds are swimming in the vast and deep blue sky. A wondrous cool breeze flows through my feathers and I savor it.
"The sky is the same as always... The times are so very different yet it somehow still retains itself."
The Pidgey's fly across the sky in the middle of migration and the rustle and bustle of the city below continues with no sign of stopping. Finishing my meal, I fall backwards and lay on the floor of the rooftop. I take a long deep breath of fresh air and exhale all of my stress.
"How long..."
Memories both good and bad flood into my mind. Ones easily forgotten and ones that will always be remembered.
"How long... has it been since I was human...?"
That's the end of the first chapter. I know that this is actually pretty short for fanfiction standards but I thought this was a good place to stop. This a really experimental story so please excuse the lack of originality or any grammar error. English is not my best subject. Both advice and criticism is welcome. And please, tell me if you are interested in reading more or not. Thank you for reading and I hope I can continue to write more for everyone ^^
-CelestialLunarWolf