Through the Generations Season One
Episode One: Look at Chu
Keiko!
The shout had awoken the brunette girl from her heavy slumber. The dream that accompanied it was intense, this she knew. But in her body's rush to rise to the real world, the dream had been discarded, and the memory of it would not come to her.
"What?" she yelled, rubbing an eye as she yawned. Sleeping in late was her normal lot in life, although she didn't stay up late enough to merit it. This had always confused her parents, but Keiko didn't much care. What was wrong with getting as much sleep as possible?
"Get dressed and get down here!" the voice yelled again. Keiko was too far into sleep to recognize the voice the first time she heard it, but now she knew for a fact that this particular voice belonged to her mother. She also knew that whatever was going on was serious because her mother rarely yelled. Not that Keiko never gave her a reason to; she was a rather unpleasant child in her youth. But regardless of the need for haste, Keiko was still tired.
"Keiko!"
"Okay, okay! I'm up! Sheesh!" Keiko moaned, throwing the bedclothes of her body and rushing to her closet. After putting on a green tanktop and a pair of blue jeans, the young woman stomped lazily down the stairs, although her socks cushioned the blow of her feet a bit.
"What do you want this early in the morning?" she sighed, her emerald green eyes still showing signs of tiredness.
"A daughter that knows how to be polite," Keiko's mother huffed, miffed by the teenager's attitude. "But I woke you up because you had a visitor earlier today. Professor Oak came to see you."
"What does that..." Keiko yawned, about to use some insulting name or another. But then something clicked in her mind and she jolted awake. "Wait, the Pokemon Professor?! Did he leave a Pokemon for me?"
Keiko's mother scoffed mentally at her daughter's self-absorbed behavior. "No, dear. Although he did say something odd about a favor from you, even though you're too old to be running around chasing wild animals."
"Oh. What was that about?" Keiko asked with a shrug.
"Well, I'm sure I don't know, dear," Keiko's mother said calmly, despite the stern look on her face. "Why don't you try... oh, I don't know... ASKING him?"
Keiko knew her mother's game at this point and Keiko answered her with a disgusted grunt. "Whatever, I'm out of here."
Keiko stormed out of the house as far as the property line went before continuing at a more normal pace. She wasn't really mad, she just felt like her mother got more and more annoying the older she got. The two used to be close... but that was a long time ago.
"Hey," Keiko spoke up as an adult crossed her path. "You know where the Prof. Oak is?"
"In the lab? Maybe?" the woman responded, looking confused. "As far as I know, that's where he spends most of his time."
Keiko sighed. Oak wasn't the only one that liked hanging out in that monster of a building. It was certainly the biggest man-made part of Pallet Town.
Nevertheless, with the hope of finally getting a Pokemon of her own in her heart, Keiko wandered southward, finding the river that led south to Cinnibar Island before finally recognizing the white monstrosity that was the Oak Laboratory.
Keiko walked carefully across the aisle that lead to the Professor's desk. Usually, there were a handful of Aides that stick around near the entrance, waiting to help the old man out whenever he needed it. But, for the moment, it looked like Keiko was alone.
Not that she was, of course. "Hey, cutie. Wanna suck face?"
"Ew, no," Keiko huffed, turning to face the one guy that has hounded her since they were kids. "Don't be gross, Kaz."
"I wasn't." Kaz shrugged. "I was being overly sexy."
"More like overly stupid," Keiko growled unintentionally. "Where's your pops at?"
"Oh, so you're into older men," Kaz shrugged, knowing he was wrong.
"God, no," Keiko scoffed. "I just wanted to see what he was after when he dropped by my house this morning."
"Probably your moms," Kas smirked. "I know he's old, but a playa's gotta play."
"You just can't help it, can you?" Keiko asked sarcastically, refusing to let Kaz comment before explaining herself. "You were born gross, and you're gonna die gross. And every point in time between your birth and your death ends with you being as disgusting as you can muster."
"Don't hate the playa, hate the game," Kaz sneered, responding to her rant quickly.
"I've got a game for you, you..." Keiko growled intentionally, slightly raising her fist. But the excited look on Kaz's face makes her realize the pointlessness of corproral punishment. "Forget it, you're not worth it."
Keiko left the lab before Kaz could retort, locking it behind her and hoping Kaz was stupid enough not to realize that the door locks on the inside until she was long gone.
Sure enough, she was alone as she made her way across town, to the north end. "Where is that dirty old man," she huffed. For a moment, she was lost for an answer, until she saw the grass leading to Route 1 bend slightly in the wind. "Did he leave town?" She knew he had a radio show in another region, and thought it entirely feasable that he could have left Pallet on business.
But the second she set foot on a blade of tall grass, fate interviened. "STOP!"
Keiko turned around and sure enough, there was Professor Oak in the old flesh. "You wanna die? Wild pokemon live in that grass!"
Keiko started to retort but was rather rudely interupted by some pervert that wanted to "peek at" her. But when she turned around, it wasn't a person. It was something much worse. "Holy shit!" Oak exclaimed, his hairy old left arm diving into his front-left pants pocket and retrieving a Pokeball, which he then lodged at the yellow menace.
This gave Keiko an idea.
Oak sighed repeatedly (or he coulda been out of breath, I dunno) as the ball rocked. Sure enough, it eventually emitted a loud ping, which had Oak sighing one last time (out of relief so I'm sure it was actually a sigh this time).
"Whew, that was close," the old man said in something of a relaxed tone, taking a moment to calm down. "Anyway," he added as he walked toward the ball to pick it up, "we need to talk."
Fortunately, Keiko's hands were in her own pockets at this point.
"I -was- going to give you my Eevee, since going out like that is dangerous, but Kaz has likely claimed it for himself, since I -know- he's in my lab. So, go ahead and take this Pikachu, instead. It's freshly caught, so it will take a lot more effort to train it up than a Starter would. And don't ask for one of them, because I gave them all away a week ago. Darn kids can't get enough of 'em."
However, Keiko stopped listening at the word Pikachu, though in her good mood, she was kind enough to wait for Oak to stop talking. "Wow, thank you~! I finally have a pokemon! Now, I can take the Nuz-"
So, it turns out that the only one in the area lacking patience was Pikachu, who burst out of his Pokeball and stood on two legs, crossing his forearms and glaring daggers at the old fuck that was lucky enough to claim him. Of course, he was an adorable yellow mouse, so he had to glare extra daggers just to get his -point- across.
"Huh, look at that. Must hate muh balls," Oak shrugged. Of course, he meant Pokeballs. Not that Keiko knew that. "Eh, whatever, just let him walk around with your or some shit. I gotta go back tot he lab and change my old man diapers after that scare, anyway. Just don't leave town yet, I still have a favor to ask you."
"Too much information, oldfag," Keiko muttered under her breath. "No, seriously. Ew," she added a little louder when he was out of eyesight. "But whatever. Let's get this challenge going, Pikachu!"
"How about no?" the Pikachu spoke up in a surprisingly husky voice as he leapt up to the nearest tree. "Do your own bitch-work."
This left Keiko dumbfounded. Was Pikachu always able to speak english? Or did she form a strong bond with it already. And if that was the case, why was it being so mean, now? And what was up with that voice? It didn't sound like that when she first heard it.
Keiko looked up at the Electric-type, who was already starting to relax on his little perch. (Oak was right,) she sighed, wishing he wasn't. (This really isn't going to be easy.)