Pikachu are so Mainstream
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, or anything else I might reference.
Summary: A 11 year old girl named Jane is setting off on her Pokemon adventure. The three original starter Pokemon were lost in the mail and replaced by... Eevee and Pikachu.
Stuff you should know:
This takes place in a made-up region with all pokemon, The Zepher region!
All Pokemon are different from each other in this region, so differentiating markings are normal.
Chapter One: Choices, Choices.
Jane woke up to her alarm clock buzzing annoyingly, breaking her dream of flight on a Fearow. She drowsily slammed the offending technology with her fist until it fell to the floor, still buzzing. As she got up to retrieve the clock, she saw the Off button was shielded by two bands of tape, suddenly reminding her of what day it was.
"OH MY ARCEUS!" she yelped as she looked at the time, 8:00.
She ran to the drawer under her bunk bed, looking for her black t-shirt, jeans and lucky gray bandanna. After a long, frustrating search, she finally found her gray gloves. As soon as they were slipped on, she worked on her room, making her bed, and cleaning up the aftermath of her frantic search.
"Charmander, Bulbasaur, Squirtle, Charmander, Bulbasaur, Squirtle," she murmured under her breath, trying to make the difficult choice. She decided, at last, on Bulbasaur, and ran through the list of Pokemon that covered its weaknesses as she finished her rapid clean-up. She had almost finished the team, when her older brother suddenly picked her up by the back of her t-shirt.
"Mew dang it, I SWEAR I WILL STRANGLE YOU IN YOUR SLEEP IF YOU DON'T PUT ME DOWN JASON. NOW." Jane growled.
"Well since you asked so nicely,"
Jason smugly drawled, still holding me up. I kicked angrily behind me, connecting with his stomach. He groaned in pain, dropping me as I giggled at his agony. I walked off to the bathroom, now calmed from my brother's pain.
I locked the door behind me and started brushing my teeth. I quickly glanced at myself in the mirror, and groaned. My hair was a Raticate's nest! Even though I hated vanity, my mother would fuss over me and try to "brush" my hair. It felt more like ripping and tearing. So I brushed my own hair, carefully teasing apart knots that hurt. After the tedious brushing, I pulled my hair back in my purple ponytail holder, smiling as I noticed the purple was quite visible against my dirty blonde hair. My 2nd favorite colour. I brushed my hand against my bandanna, my wish for good luck. I would need it against my brother's wrath. I steeled myself to run, and I bolted out of the door. I ran into the kitchen past my seething brother. I jumped into my chair, in front of my mom and dad. Jason was absolutely livid. I, on the other hand, was smirking crazily. "You little..." he growled, clearly wanting to punch me.
I did my best to copy the troll-face. I knew his soft spot for the Rage Comics, and really, I loved them too. His face lightened up a bit, as he insulted me.
"You call THAT a troll-face?" he teased.
I looked at him, my face now extremely serious.
"Yes. Yes I do."
He burst out in laughter at my fake seriousness, and I also smiled.
"You should enroll in acting, that serious face was convincing!" My mother chirped happily.
My smile faltered a little at my mom's (hopefully) last "subtle" hinting at wanting me to stay home.
"Well, that might distract me from my Pokemon a bit, wouldn't you think?" I smiled.
Jason also tried to convince mom to let me go with my Pokemon, only he was a bit more...direct.
"Mom, she'll be fine, and the sooner she is out of here, the sooner I don't get woken up in the middle of the night by her drawing."
Mom just smiled weakly at me, as if begging me to stay. I put on a real serious face and got up to look my father in the eyes.
"I am choosing Bulbasaur." I said with a air of finality. He spit out his coffee at the sudden shift of direct attention, and at my choice. He had chosen Squirtle, and my starter was stronger against his, opposing him.
Jason screwed up his face in confusion.
"Bulbasaur? But I saw a Eevee and a Pikachu at the lab."
My dad just sighed in relief as I turned to Jason.
"Wait. EEVEE? PIKACHU?" I cried out.
My mother also sighed in relief, thinking I wouldn't go.
"Well, If you don't get the Pokemon you want, we'll just have to wait righ-"
She was cut off by me suddenly smiling.
"Awesome! I heard that legendary gym leader in Kanto started with Eevee!"
Even though I hated the guy for his also legendary annoying personality, he was a amazing Pokemon trainer. "Eevee is terrible. I'd rather have Pikachu." snapped my brother.
"Pikachu are overrated, just like your story-lacking first person shooters. Speaking of that, play my Skyward Sword game. And Eevee has 7 evolutions, thank you very much!" I snapped.
My mom frowned.
"You both should eat. You're probably going to need it." She sighed , now defeated.
I sort of felt bad inside, but finally it was out of the way. I started to remake my team, humming Saria's Song as I thought. After I was done eating, I decided to go. My father handed me a black backpack stocked with potions, pokeballs, and even a Black Flute. "You'll be needing this kiddo. Make lots of friends all right?
"And make a rival too, although you're so weak I don't think anyone will want to." Jason taunted.
"That was a terrible insult and you know it." I replied calmly.
Mom had resorted to being cold and angry after I confirmed my adventure, and I left as quickly as I could before she could explode.
*At the Pokemon Lab*
"WHAT DO YA' MEAN "LOST IN THE MAIL"? WHERE IS THE CHARMANDER?," someone screamed as I went into the lab. I jumped a little as he came into view. He had bright blue eyes, short black hair and he was VERY angry, fists balled up and looking as if he were about to punch something. I had no plans to be that something, so I decided to slip behind him, giving the professor a "I got nothing sorry" look. I sat down and waited for the storm to blow over, with an amused expression on my face. A Fire type would fit this guy, but I had no intentions of letting him have Eevee and evolving it into Flareon. I winced, remembering the unfitting stats.
Poor thing, no one wants it because of that. But it makes a good house pet. Could save money with that fluffy living heater. I thought with a small smile, one of my friends had one for those reasons. My smile deepened as I remembered the satiny soft heated ruff and tail. I was brought back to attention as the boy suddenly turned around to me and the table with the Eevee and Pikachu.
"Hi, nice to see that your done with your rant." I smugly stated, getting up and leaning on the armrest of the chair.
He looked bewildered at my appearance, wondering how I got there.
"I've heard Riachu are very strong, and Pikachu bond to you quickly."
His confused expression changed quickly to an angry one."WHO DO YOU THINK I AM, A PRESCHOOLER? I KNOW ABOUT PIKACHU!"
I just tilted my head a little, and smiled.
"Your weird eyes just kill it for me. I mean, What boy has ice blue eyes?" I shot back, even though I knew plenty of people with those same color eyes. I walked over to the table, in-front of each Pokeball was a little picture. One had a paw-print, the other had a small lightning bolt. He stormed up angrily, not looking at me, waiting for me to choose. He looked a bit anxious, from what I could tell.
He wants Pikachu right? I'll let him have it. I like Eevee much more anyway. I thought. As I reached for Eevee, my heartbeat escalated and I almost wanted to shiver in excitement.
Best moment of my life! I can hardly believe it, I'm getting my first Pokemon!
As soon as I backed away, he snatched up the Pikachu, trying to hide his relief.
Control issues? Maybe. I thought to myself.
I smiled and opened up the Poke-Ball.
"Evuiii? Veee!" cried my new Eevee.
I checked the status screen on its Poke-Ball. Female, level 5, ... Humorous nature? I had never seen that before... But it increased Defense and Sp. Attack, so I took it as a good thing. I was happy to get a female Eevee anyway!
"Hello girl! How are you?" I asked quietly, kneeling down.
"Vuiiiii!" she squeaked as she jumped on to my shoulder, nuzzling my face. I put her Poke-Ball away and looked towards the boy trainer.
His Pikachu was regarding him as if he were a stain on humanity, ignoring him completely. Eevee was looking around the lab floor, as if surveying the area for battle, making a humming noise to herself.
I'm going to love having this Eevee! But what to name you? Ivy? Luna? Jolt? Lily? Frost? It depends on what you want to be. I asked her silently.
" Fine Pikachu... Hey girl! Lets battle!" The boy called me out. Eevee jumped off my shoulder pushing her paws into the floor, glaring at her first opponent.
Well aren't you just a little fluff-ball of energy! I smiled.
The Pikachu noticed Eevee's battle cry and leapt into position, it's static fur spiking in all directions and shedding small bolts of lightning.
"Go ahead and battle Jane, *Percy." Professor Willow smiled, stepping back for the battle.
So that's your name! I noted.
"Pikachu, Thunder-Shock!" It completely ignored his trainer and charged forward.
"...Tackle is good too..." at that note he switched to Thunder-Shock. The gap between moves enabled my Eevee to dodge and retaliate with her own Tackle.
"Good job Eevee!"
"EVUIII!" she barked happily.
"Now, Scratch!
"Pikachu use..Tackle!" It charged up a Thunder-Shock in response.
Smart move...once that Pikachu likes you, you'll be a good team. I thought.
I checked the Poke-Ball battle status screen. Pikachu was at half health, Eevee at three quarters.
"Use Tackle!" I asked quietly, remembering Eevee's sensitive hearing.
Eevee weaved around the Thunder-Shock and slammed into the other's Pikachu, also spinning to show off. I saw a small spot of black fur in her neck ruff, and on her tail tip as she spun.
"A critical hit!" showed up on the battle screen as the Pikachu fell to the floor.
Eevee cried out as loud as she could in triumph.
"EVUUUUIIIIIII!"
AN: End of chapter one! What do you all think?
* No, this is not Percy Jackson.