Red Rescue Team
Team United
Chapter One: The Squirtle
She had gone for a walk by the lake. How could she expect what would happen next? Or how it would change her life forever? For one thing, she had never been normal. How could anything good happen to her? She wished that she had been born male like a large percentage of other Charmanders. Beside that, she was weak. Her scratch attacks always failed. Her tail's fire was smaller than any of the boys, and her eyes weren't the normal color. Her eyes were pink, and her back was yellow instead of the orange tint of most of her companions. Sure, there was a chance of a yellow Charmander, but being female and pink-eyed made her stick out like a sore thumb.
So of course, she had never expected any friends. Even when she saw this little Squirtle at the edge of the lake, she expected him to run. "Freak!" he would yell. "Stay away from me!" she mused to herself, imagining how things would play out. She stoked the fire she had set up, and thought about what she should do. I should run. He might use water gun or something. If I get knocked out here, no one would find me in time. She didn't have a single Oran berry or any escape orbs. The Squirtle shifted, waking. Well, I guess that there's no time for that, is there? She turned and looked at the tiny turtle Pokémon, ready for it to wake.
Its eyes opened, and she stared into its startling grey eyes. Do all Squirtle have grey eyes? Wait a second… She gasped, and realized that its shell was green. Aren't Squirtle shells brown? Yes! And Squirtle usually have red eyes, not grey! This Squirtle was unusual. Like her.
Why did that please her so much? "Ummm… could you stop staring at me like that? Who are you, and where am I?"
She tilted her head. Cheeky little guy, isn't he? "My name is-" The Squirtle fell over, and proceeds to struggle to get up. "You-you can talk!"
The Charmander stood indignantly. "What, are you Squirtle so high and mighty that you think that no other Pokémon can talk?"
The Squirtle managed to get up. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not a Squirtle."
The Charmander frowned angrily, making the Squirtle fall again. "Course you are. What's your issue, huh? Thinking that I can't talk and then acting like I won't recognize a Squirtle when I see one!"
The Squirtle lifted himself up, and looked in the water. He promptly fell a third time. The Charmander picked him up, and sighed. "My name is Cryna. What is yours?"
The Squirtle looked her up and down, then made his own sigh. "I'm… I'm… Oh No! I can't remember my own name!"
Cryna smiled. "Take a deep breath." The Squirtle did so, and calmed down a bit. "Now, close your eyes and remember."
The Squirtle's breathing evened out, and his face became serene. "My name… My name is…" His eyes opened.
Cryna helped him stand. "You okay?"
He smiled at her. "My name is Soka." Cryna smiled, glad that he remembered. "Its strange, I definitely know that I'm a Squirtle, but my mind keeps saying I'm not."
Cryna laughed. "Then what does your mind say that you are?" His look silenced her laughing.
Yay! Red Rescue team for the win, right? I am using shinies, I am using shinies!