This is a fanfiction about Norman, Petalburg city's Normal-type gym leader, and his journeys through out Johto and Kanto (based on the plot line of Soul Silver).
Chapter 1: "A New Beginning"
It was a warm summer day in the pleasant rural town of New Bark, nestled right next to Kanto, in the south-east of the Johto region. Just six months ago, Norman had turned thirteen years old. Around this time in most trainers' lives, they begin a journey travelling around the world, capturing animals and various inorganic creatures in small balls. Norman wanted to begin his journey as soon as he turned thirteen, but his mother had other plans for him. She had him train for six months under the leadership of Chuck Birch, the Johto region's gruff fighting-type gym leader. The reason why Norman's mother was able to get him an apprentice position under a man of such stature, was, simply because, Norman's mother and Chuck's wife were friends. Chuck also had a son named Silver, but Norman and him never hit it off that well; Silver enjoyed analyzing things such as pokémon foot prints, and, yes, droppings, while Norman enjoyed going out and playing with New Bark's own Professor Elm's pokémon, Chikorita, Cyndaquil, and Norman's favorite, Totodile. But as soon as those six months were up, Norman began his journey across the expansive Johto region. As is customary of the region's professor, Norman received his starter pokémon: an energetic, oh-so-blue Totodile. Norman named him Croc because, let's face it, he's pretty bad at thinking up nicknames for his pokémon. Then, after receiving his pokégear from his mother, he was about to step foot onto Route 29, when he noticed a red-haired kid, looking about a few years older than Norman, peering into the side window of the professor's lab. Approaching him ever-so-cautiously, Norman heard the boy whisper.
"So, this is the famous Elm Pokémon Lab…" Suddenly, the boy turned to face Norman, glaring at him. "What are YOU staring at!?" the boy snarled, punching Norman, which sent him back a clean six feet, with Norman landing flat on his ass. Getting up, Norman spoke to him, while dusting off his red shorts he was wearing.
"Sorry man, didn't mean to bother you…" he said, and waited for a response. What he got was not vocal, but instead, another glare from the tall boy's piercing blood-red eyes. Still dusting himself off, Norman continued his journey on to Route 29, thinking: "Man, I really wish I had Dad's Cinccino right now…"
[End of Chapter 1}
Hey there, everyone, thanks for reading the first chapter of my fanfiction, Norman's journey through the Johto region. Please submit reviews, as any constructuive criticism is very much appreciated. Also, any questions about why certain characters are named certain things should be explained in future chapters.