Forever a Rurouni
Mayonaka Hitomi
(Disclaimer: I only own the plot and Arisa, all the other things/people I don't own.)
Uh. . . .my first fic ever! I'll try to do my best. . . . .Centered around an OC. And gimme a break here! I can't afford the Ruby/Sapphire games. . .and I don't have a job either. . .I'm only thirteen! Lemme alone.
And the title. . . .if any of you folks have watche dRurouni Kenshin (watch it dangit! It's spiffy!), then you might know that the word 'rurouni' is Japanese for 'wanderer'.
Summary- Arisa found the Pokemon Crystal game lying on the ground on her walk home. She thought it was normal until she started her own game, getting sucked into it. She's now on her own journey, maybe even for love. . .
KEY:
"talking"
'thinking'
(author's notes)
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Arisa Yume was walking home from the last day of school, which was a half day. She was comletely happy, having gotten all of her friends' signatures and phone nubers, email addresses, et cetera in her memory book and still having managed a quick signing for them all in a time period of thirty minutes. Ah, it was nice.
Arisa was thirteen and in the seventh grade. She had long, black-brown hair pulled into a loose braid and a few stray bangs that framed her face. She was average height for a thirteen year old, and was prety well developed. She had brown eyes framed by some thi black-framed glasses. She had her backback slung casually over her shoulder, stuffed full of the books and stuff she couldn't manage to fit in yesterday.
She was a wonderful artist for her age and was often asked to draw for her friends. She was into anime, one of the reasons why she could draw so well, and had several 'bishounen', or 'hot anime guys' in English, she worshipped, incluing some guys from Rurouni Kenshin, Inu Yasha, Sailor Moon, .hack series,
She was wearing a red shirt with a sparkly butterfly in different shades of ed and pink on the chest area and some jean shorts. She had on regular white tennis shoes, worn out from wearing them so much. She had an extra hairband dangling from her left wrist and a gold ring with a jade stone in the center on her left pinky. She wore a necklace with a butterfly on it to match her shirt.
She suddenly found the urge to look at the ground arising in the pit of her stomach. So, she did just that.
"what in the seven hel-Hey, it's one of thos Pokemon game thingies."she stooped down and picked up the cartridge. "'Pokemon Crystal?' Hm, isn't this supposed to be one of those newer games? Despite those two new ones tht just came out. . . . .Well, couldn't hurt to take it home."
She stood and pocketed the game before continuing on her way.
*******
Arisa entered her house and shut the door behind her, kicking off her shoes so they landed on the mat where shoes were supposed to go. She ran upstairs, pausing for a second.
"Hey, if anybody's home, I'm home now!!!!"she yelled, waiting for a reply. When none came, she shrugged. Her parents were probably still at work and her sister must be visiting a friend.
She continued on her way upstairs, opening her room's door and shuting it behind her, tossing her backpack onto a nearby chair. She flipped on her computer so she could listen to her J-pop/rock or whatever Japanese song was on her WinAmp (not owned by me, mind you) player. She tapped her fingers on her desk impatiently as her computer booted up and, once it did, she quickly opened her WinAmp and played the first song on the list, Initial U (I'm getting very detailed here, ne? And that's Haruka Tenoh's, Sailor Uranus's, Sailor StarS theme, mind you, and I don't own it), and fished around in a drawer in her desk for her Gameboy Advance.
She smirked in satisfaction upon finding it through the mess and fished around in her pocket for the game. She pulled it out and inserted the cartridge into the slot, flipping on the power. The game booted up and she started a new game, not caring for the one that was at a place she didn't even know about. She entered her name and all that stuff and did the day and time.
Suddenly the gamescreen flashed a blinding white and she froze. The screen started to swirl into a multi-colored vortex. Arisa tried to move, speak, anything, but found she could only blink her eyes. She blacked out as she was sucked into the screen, to who knows where.
*******
She moaned and rolled over as an annoying, constant buzz came from her side. She reached over and slammd her fist onto a button, somehow turning the sound off without knowing how she did so. She rolled over yet again and began to doze off after a few minutes, but the buzzing started up again. She groaned and opened an eye, rolling over to face the sound.
'. . . . .Since when did I get such an annoying alarm???'she thought, looking at the clock. Her eyes widened in surprise. 'Almost twelve in the afternoon?!?! Ack!'
She jumped out of bed, but fell flat on her face as she was tangled in the sheets of her bed. She mumbled some profanities under her breath while un- tangling herself and stood up again, looking down at her attire.
'Pjs. . . . .Where in the seven hells is the closet?'she looked around the room and found a door that looked like it might lead to a closet and opened it. 'Bingo!'
She shuffled the outfits around a bit and tried to find one that she liked. After finding a black shirt with a flaming heart on it and a nice jean skirt with a chain dangling from one of the belt loops, she slipped off her pajamas and slipped on said outfit.
She looked around for a full length mirror, wondering if this was some type of dream she was having. She found a mirror and a brush on a nearby dresser and began to brush her hair, painfully yanking out the knots.
"Yup, this HAS to be a dream. . . . . . .I just need to figure out why."she blinked, trying to reassure herself this was a dream.
She still looked the same as ever, same hair, same eyes, same face, same everything, minus the clothes. Well, she never wore skirts either, but that was a different story.
She found a jacket hanging on the door that she assumed led out of the room. She looked at it closely, nodding when she decided it went with her outfit. She slipped it on and examined the room she was in.
Made out of wood, obviously. There was her bed, in the corner, with the sheets all over the floor near it.
'Oops. . . .Oh well, I'll fix it later.'she shrugged, continuing her examination.
There was a PC against the wall, on a small desk. She walke dover to it and turned it on, gasping in shock and horror at what it was.
'It stores items only?! Dude, this PC SUCKS!'she thought, backing away from it.
Next to the PC was a radio, which she decided to turn on after her room examination. Next to said radio was a TV, which she decided to leave off as she didn't feel like mesing with the thing. Next to the TV, hanging off of the wall by her door, was a map of the country. She examined this closely.
"The country of Johto? What in all the hells is Johto?"she asked herself, racking her brains for the answer. Now she was officially confused.
There was nothing else in the room, save for a wooden table in the center, so she walked over to the raido and flipped it on.
"Hi! You're tuned into Professor Oak's Talkshow! I'm DJ Mary, your lovely hostess!"the DJ, Mary, said.
Arisa blinked as the talkshow began, flipping off the radio. She was officially confused, and decided that she did NOT need to get more jumbled with more stations.
She walked to the door, opened it, and began descending down the stairs.
'. . . . . . .Why the heck is this happening to ME? ME, of all the people in the whole entire world! Curse you, whoever set me up for this!!'she thought silently, still confused.
She finally entered what she assumed ws the living room. It was a big table for four and a TV in the corner, against the wall with the door and the wall that partially seperated another room.
Being the curious person she is, she walked around the wall to find a woman dressed in a white dress with an apron over it, wearing that band thingy that pulled your hair back with her hair in loops on either side of her head.
The woman turned around and smiled when Arisa entered the room.
"Good morning Arisa! You slept in late today! Better head over to Professor Elm's house right away! Here are two bagels for the trip over."the woman handed Arisa said bagels and began shoving her out the door.
"What? Why do I need to see him?"Arisa asked.
"Oh silly! He wanted you to run that errand for him and get that pokemon for that journey you're going to start today!"the woman said happily.
Arisa promptly sweatdropped. This was way past weird. . . . .
"Uh. . . .which way was it to the professor's again?"Arisa asked, deciding she might as well play along.
"You are so forgetful today dear! It's just down the road and to the left. You can't miss it, it has that huge sign saying it's his lab."
"Okay. . . . ."Arisa sweatdropped and stuffed some bagel into her mouth. Food is good. . . . .
Anywho, she continued down the road and turned left, just as the woman had instructed her to. She continued munching on her bagels and thinking of who that strange woman was.
Realization hit her so suddenly she nearly fell over from loss of balance.
'Don't tell me that's supposed to be my MOM?!?!'she thought, pounding on her chest to prevent from choking. She continued walking once she regained her composure and reached a fairly huge building with a sign in front that said 'Professor Elm's Lab'.
'. . . .What is it that these professors in this show have with the weird names of trees?'Arisa suddenly thought, but decided not to ponder over the matter for fear of losing her remaining bits of logic. She stuffed her last bagel into her mouth and quickly chewed and swallowed before heading into the lab.
"Professor Elm?!?! I'm here for that thing you wanted me for!!"she yelled.
She jumped when said person seemed to appear out of nowhere, but actually came from a room hidden by some bookshelves.
"Ah, Arisa! I was wondering when you'd be coming."he said, smiling slightly.
"Eh. . .it was just a matter of time. . . . ."Arisa grinned sheepishly but quickly regained her composure. "Anyway, start giving the instructions on what to do."
"Well, I'm going to let you choose a Pokemon to protect you on your way over to Mr. Pokemon's house, it's pretty rough up there. Then you'll just bring the item that he wants back here. Make sure to heal up as often as posible. Also, the Pokemon you choose will be the one you'll use for your journey you wanted to start today."Prof. Elm said.
"Gotcha."Arisa nodded.
"Well, follow me."Pro. Elm said, walking away. Arisa grumbled something under her breath about the weirdness of this place and followed him, looking in amazement and such at the long-titled books on the shelfs.
After a few minutes of walking down the plain hallways that were lined with books, they arrived at a room where a stand was in the center with three pokeballs on it, in little slots.
Steph looked at Prof. Elm who nodded and hesitently walked forward. There were little inscriptions on the table in front of the pokeballs that said which Pokemon was housed in it.
'Fire-type Cyndaquil. . . . .Water-type Totadile. . . . .Grass-type Chikorita. . . . .'Arisa read silently to herself. 'I don't like water. . . .fear of drowning in the stuff. . . . . .I'm not really into grass and nature-y stuff. . . . .I do kinda like fire anyways. . . .so. . .'
"I'll take Cyndaquil."she said aloud, grabing the pokeball.
"Well, how about you let it out then?"Prof. Elm suggested.
Steph nodded. "Cyndaquil, go!" She tossed the pokeball so that it hit the ground and bounced back up, seeming to pause in mid-air where it opened and a clear, red light poured from it, forming the shape of a Cyndaquil. The ball closed and returned to Arisa, who quickly caught it thanks to her reflexes, and in front of her and the professor was a small and cute Cyndaquil.
". . . . . . ."Arisa was quiet for a minute, bu stooped down next to the Pokemon, who was looking around the room in curiousity. "Hey, there, I'm Arisa. Nice to meet you Cyndaquil. I'm going to be your trainer. . ."
The fire Pokemon looked at her with it's squinted eyes and let out a cry of its name. Steph blinked, but didn't do anything else.
"Y'know. . . . .if you don't wanna think of me as your trainer, think of me as. . . .a friend. . . .or partner. . .or accomplis or something like that, kay?"Arisa suggested.
Cyndaquil looked at her, letting out another cry of it's name in thought.
"If you don't want to be with me, I'll release you after I complete my task. I can catch a wild Pokemon on my own if I have to. . . . . .I just need some protection when I do an errand for the professor here. . . . .please?"Arisa begged. (I just now realized 'Arisa' is an anagram of 'Saria'. . . . .O.o Who noticed that before me? If you did, clap your hands. . . .)
"Cynda?"Cyndaquil asked, looking at her.
Arisa nodded, putting her right hand over her heart. "I swear upon my family name that I'll release you if you want to be set free after the errand is done."
Cyndaquil went quiet for a minute in thought, before nodding at Arisa, who nodded back at it before calling it back into its pokeball.
"Well, that was interesting."Prof. Elm said, his left index finger tapping his chin in thought.
"Well, if you want some trust around Pokemon, you have to treat'em nice, just like you would want to be treated. . . . .Y'know?"Arisa said, shrugging slightly.
"Yes, yes."
Arisa sighed and pulled of her trademark black hairband from her wrist and began to expertly do her hair up in a braid. If she was going to travel, she wanted to keep cool.
"So, which way to this guy's house?"Arisa asked, looking at the professor.
"You just head out west until you reach Cherrygrove City and then head up north , taking a right at the intersection. A sign should tell you the way when you start heading north after Cherrygrove."Prof. Elm said.
"Gotcha."Arisa said, walking out of the room. "Uh. . . . .which way is the exit professor?"
*******
Arisa trudged to her house, opening the door. She couldn't believe her 'mom' had sent her out without a backpack that had the supplies she needed in it! and to add to that, a weird redread dressed in an all black winter outfit was hanging around the professor's lab, and she got a fishy feeling about him. . . .
She opened the door and slammed it behind her. "Hey, Mom! Is there anything I need to grab for my pack?!"she yelled into the house.
"Oh, don't worry dear! I've already packed everything you need in here! Plus I have your PokeGear fixed, too! Lucky you!"Mom said, smiling as she rounded the corner, a small digital device on a string in one hand and an off-white backpack with several side pockets for organization in her hand.
"Gee, thanks. . . . . .Anywho, I'll be going now if I want to make any time before the sun starts setting."Arisa said, putting her backpack on and slipping her Gear around her neck.
"Bye! And make sure to rest often!"Mom yelled after the girl who was walking down the street. Arisa waved a hand at her mother without turning around to signal that she heard the woman.
'. . . . .I hate my life. . . .'Arisa thought grouchily, walking down the road in a western direction, told to her courtesy of her PokeGear.
*******
"Yipes! What in all the hells. . . .?"Arisa yelled as she saw a Sentret staring at her from the side of the road.
". . . . . .Oh, whatever. If you want a battle, no thank you you little. . . .whatever it is you're called. I need to complete my errand, so can't it wait until I actually get some of those little. . . . .uh. . . . .Pokeball thingies?"Arisa asked the little furball.
The little Sentret looked at the girl with it's big, black eyes, but it scurried off, as if understanding her.
Arisa blinked in confusion. 'These Pokemon sure are weird. . . . .'
And so she continued on her way to Cherrygrove, which she expected to arrive at in around two or so hours, depending on how long it took her to dodge Pokemon and such.
*******
"I. . . .HATE. . . .physical exertion!"Arisa panted as she collapsed at the enterance of Cherrygrove. It had taken her four hours just to find her way to the city. She would've died to have a map with her, but her PokeGear didn't have that feature apparently.
"Hello young lady! Would you like a tour of the town?"an old man asked her, smiling brightly.
Arisa groaned but stood up, deciding to humor the old man. This town only had a few streets anyway, it couldn't hurt to walk around a bit more. . . . .Plus she wanted to check out how Cyndaquil was doing, she didn't like keeping it cooped up in that Pokeball, it seemed cramped.
"Just a sec. . . . ."she groaned again, reaching for the Pokeball at her waist. "Go, Cyndaquil!" She repeated the throwing process and the same thing as last time happened.
"Stretch your legs Cyndaquil, we're going for a walk around town!"Arisa said in a less-than cheerful voice, yawning.
"Cynda?"Cyndaquil asked, looking at its trianer in concern. Arisa grinned at it, flashing the V for victory sign at it, before following the old man who was now walking and explaining stuff to her.
After the tour had ended, the old man handed Arisa a card for her PokeGear that added a map to it. Her eyes widened happuly and she cried tears of joy.
"Oh thank you thank you thank you!!!!!!!!"she cried out. "I nearly lost my way over here!! Gee, I'l make sure to visit the next time I'm in town!"
"Thank you young mady! Now you go on and do whatever it si you need to be doing."the old man said, entering his house.
Arisa sighed and turned towards Cyndaquil, who still looked as good as ever.
"I'm beat. . . . ."Arisa groaned. "LEt's go to that PokeCenter and rest for a while! Well, at least let me rest anyway. . . . ."
*******
Arisa groaned as she was prodded in her back, burying her head under her pillow.
More prodding.
"Lemme alone!"she yelled at the imposing thing that was rodding her.
More prodding.
"Why you little. . . . ."she growled, sititng up suddenly and grabbing said offender to find it was her Cyndaquil.
"Cynda!"the Pokemon squeaked.
Arisa promptly and gracefully sweatdropped. "Sorry Cyndaquil. Just thought I was back home with my sis trying to wake me up. . . . ."
"Cynda?"Cyndaquil inquired.
". . . .How about I tell you over breakfast?"Arisa smiled as her Pokemon jumped on the bed, running towards to door.
"Hey!! I meant AFTER I got dressed!"she yelled after it, grabbing the spare outfit which looked just like the one she was wearing now out of her pack and running towards the bathroom.
*******
Arisa walked into the lobby of the PokeCenter, yawning loudly and stretching. She had taken a refreshing shower and had her hair down, letting it fall in waves behind her back. She figured it would take a while to get used to her hair, so might as well keep it down when you aren't traveling, ne?
"So Cyndaquil, what do you say we head over to the dinng area and start our pigout fest, eh?"Arisa asked her Pokefriend, looking down at it from it's position on the floor next to her.
"Cyndaquil!"it said happily, rushing to the dining area.
". . . .Pokemon have WAY better sence of direction than I do, that's for sure. . . ."Arisa blinked, running after her Pokemon.
"Mmm! I haven't had food this good since my mom last cooked!"Arisa said, shoving some mashed potatoes into her mouth.
"Cynda!"Cyndaquil agreed from its spot across from her, stuffing its own mouth with Pokefood.
"Okay, so you wanted me to explain to you now?"Arisa asked, swallowing her food. Cyndaquil nodded.
"Okay, so I basically come from a different universe of sorts."Arisa paused as her Pokemon stared at her with wide eyes. "Believe it, buddy. Anywho, I was walking home from school one day and found the game lying on the ground. In my universe, you are nothing more than a game and a show. Anyway, I get ome and start playing the game. I get sucked into it and find myself in that house in New Bark Town. That's the story in a nutshell."
"Cynda. . . . . .quil. . . . ."Cyndaquil said, letting the information sink in.
"You want proof?"Arisa asked, digging through her backpack and pulling out a card.
"I'm sure that in this world, you guys aren't also a cardgame. I found this in the pocket of my PJs while chanigng out of them. And I DID have one of these in my pockets when I got sucked in. Now you believe me?"Arisa asked, flipping the card over to show a Pikachu on it with all the info needed to know its attack power and such.
"Cyndaquil."Cyndaquil nodded, believing the girl.
"Well, it's nice to know I have someone on my side if they throw me into the nuthouse."she smiled slightly and began to pig out again.
*******
"Watch it Cyndaquil! Tackle that Weedle!"Arisa yelled, her Cyndaquil tackling said offending Weedle.
The Weedle, in all it's anger, hit Cyndaquil with it's Poison Sting, poinsoning Cyndaquil.
"Kuso!"Arisa cursed in Japanese, snapping her fingers. "Cyndaquil, return!"she yelled, holding her Pokeball in front of her as a red beam shot out from the hole in the center, encasing said Pokemon and withdrawing it. Arisa growled an rana s fast as she could away from the Weedle, towards Mr. Pokemon's house.
"Oh no. . . . ."Arisa moanex, seeing her Pokeball glow with every four steps she took. She kneeled and searched through her backpack, looking for something to help her Cyndaquil.
'C'mon. . .Full Heal, some Berry, anything!'she thought franticly. She 'Ah ha!'ed as she managed to dig up an Antidote her mom had packed.
"Thank you Mom!"she said, senidng Cyndaquil out and applying the Antidote to it.
"You okay Cydaquil?"she asked worridly, staring down at the Pokemon in her arms.
"Cynda. . . ."Cyndaquil replied weakly, closing its eyes to rest.
Arisa smiled. "Slep is good for now. . . .I'll just avoid battles. . . ."
She stood up, her Cyndaquil in hand, and continued her treck.
*******
"Well, I'd say this looks like the right place. . . . ."Arisa examined the small shed and looked around. "Hey, a poison cure berry!" She ran over and picked said berry before returning to the shed and knocking three times.
No answer.
More knocking.
No answer.
Pounding on the door now.
Still no answer.
She was getting impatient.
Kicking of the door now.
"Open up dangit!"she growled. "Don't MAKE me go insane on you. . . .And if you aren't home. . .ooh, I'll wring your neck bud. . . . ."
With a final nod, she decided to see if the door was open. It was.
'Talk about your irresponsible people.'she thought, rolling her eyes and stepping in.
"Hello? Anybody here?!"she yelled. No reply. She growled and searched aroud, opening one door after another, only to find a library, bedroom, kitchen/dining room, and a few other things.
"This is the last one I'm checking or I'm gonna leave."Arisa huffed, opening the door. She blinked at her incredible luck. She had found him! So she mentally did a jig.
"Uh. . .Hi!"she greeted, sweatdropping as she saw two people in the room, both staring at her. "Professor Elm sent me. . . .said something about picking up something from you. . . . ."
"Oh, you must be Arisa! Well, I do have something for you!"a man with blue- ish black hair said, walking over to a stand as a white haired man in a labcoat approached her.
"Oro?"she asked.
"What? Oh, nevermind. I'm Professer Oak, a friend of Professor Elm. Here, take this, I've had it reserved for you."Prof. Oak said, handing her a strange red thingie, shaped in a rectangle.
"Oro?"she asked once again.
"That's a PokeDex, if you didn't already know."he explained.
Arisa nodded and put the item into her jacket pocket, making sure it was securely in.
"Ah! Here it is!"
The two people turned to see Mr. Pokemon turning around with an egg in hand, with a bunch of red and blu triangles of all sizes upon its shell.
". . . . .I came all the way here for an EGG?!"Arisa asked in disbelief.
"Not just any egg. A Pokemon egg."Mr. Pokemon replied.
". . .Whatever."Arisa shrugged, still not really caring what the difference might be except for taste.
"Well, I trust you'll dilever this back to the professor in safe condition."
"You can trust me sir."Arisa sighed, yawning slightly. "I have to head back now anyway, I need to make good progress. . . .Plus Cyndaquil here needs to heal at a PokeCenter. Hopefully I might meet you two later. See ya!"Arisa said, walking out of the room, then the house, and outside, into the refreshing sunshine.
Arisa blinked. Why the heck could she hear a faint sound of music playing in her ears? She strained her ears to listen to it.
"It sounds like the music from the games. . . ."she said quietly, blinking. ". . .Just my luck. Eh well, at least I get to hear some of the spiffier music in the game. And how come I didn't notice it from the start?"
She continued pondering the matter on the way back to Cherrygrove City.
*******
By the time she had arrived back in the city, Arisa found the sun had already set and it was night. The lights were on everywhere, but that didn't amount to much. She headed towards the PokeCenter to rest and heal for the night, hoping that she might actually get to sleep in the next day. (Speaking of which. . .boy, am I tired. . . .Of course it's thirty minutes until it's midnigh, but whatever.)
She walke dinto the PokeCenter and went up to the counter.
"Hi, I had a room this morning. . . . . .I'm Arisa. And I was wondering if you could treat my Cyndaquil, he's pretty hurt."Arisa grabbed the lone Pokeball from her belt and handed it to Nurse Joy.
"Of course! Now go on up to bed! Cyndaquil will be just fine in the morning."Joy said, shooing the girl off.
"It'd better be or I'm in big trouble on the way back to New Bark. . . ."Arisa yawned as she mumbled to herself, ascending the stairs to her room.
*******
Arisa awoke the next morning, refreshed. She yawned and stood up, deciding to skip the shower and change of clothes, since her other ones were getting washed, and headed downstaris after fixing her hair and brushing her teeth and all that morning stuff.
Downstairs, she went to the counter and rang the bell.
"How may I help you?"Joy asked, apearing from out of nowhere, causing Arisa to jump slightly.
"Eh, I dropped off a Cyndaquil yesterday night, remember?"Arisa sweatdropped, regaining her composure.
"Oh yes, I remember! He's all healed up now. I'll go get him."Joy said, walking over to the area Pokemon were treated at.
While Arisa waited, she began to hum some old anime songs she listened to to herself. Joy finally returned, Cyndaquil's Pokeball in hand.
"You have a nice voice. Have you ever considered singing?"Joy asked.
Arisa shook her head. "Once or twice when I was younger, but no, not really. I was always told I'd amount to something mroe if I became a singer, but I decided to follow this dream anyway. . . .I like to see places anyway, and as a singer, you're always cooped up in some private room, scared of fans ambushing you on the street, y'know?"
"I understand completely."
"Well, I'm headed out. . . .I can snag a candy bar or two from the vending machine over there anyway, so I don't need breakfast."Arisa yawned, bid farewell to Joy, and leftthe building, starting to head out of the city, but someone stopped her.
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Er. . . .kinda a cliffie if you haven't played the games yet, but not really. Anywho, who wants to have the role of Arisa's rival? Rival shall remain a boy, for possible coupling things in later chapters. Oh, and did I mention you get to choose who our dear Arisa hooks up with in this fic? Well, you do!
There are only two pairings I can think of right now. . . .Vote for those, if you have others, add them in.
Possible couplings:
Arisa/Rival
Arisa/Lance (Yes, as in the Dragon Master Lance that you face in the Indigo Plateau. No duh.)
There. REview and more chapters shall be added! Bye!
Mayonaka Hitomi
(Disclaimer: I only own the plot and Arisa, all the other things/people I don't own.)
Uh. . . .my first fic ever! I'll try to do my best. . . . .Centered around an OC. And gimme a break here! I can't afford the Ruby/Sapphire games. . .and I don't have a job either. . .I'm only thirteen! Lemme alone.
And the title. . . .if any of you folks have watche dRurouni Kenshin (watch it dangit! It's spiffy!), then you might know that the word 'rurouni' is Japanese for 'wanderer'.
Summary- Arisa found the Pokemon Crystal game lying on the ground on her walk home. She thought it was normal until she started her own game, getting sucked into it. She's now on her own journey, maybe even for love. . .
KEY:
"talking"
'thinking'
(author's notes)
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Arisa Yume was walking home from the last day of school, which was a half day. She was comletely happy, having gotten all of her friends' signatures and phone nubers, email addresses, et cetera in her memory book and still having managed a quick signing for them all in a time period of thirty minutes. Ah, it was nice.
Arisa was thirteen and in the seventh grade. She had long, black-brown hair pulled into a loose braid and a few stray bangs that framed her face. She was average height for a thirteen year old, and was prety well developed. She had brown eyes framed by some thi black-framed glasses. She had her backback slung casually over her shoulder, stuffed full of the books and stuff she couldn't manage to fit in yesterday.
She was a wonderful artist for her age and was often asked to draw for her friends. She was into anime, one of the reasons why she could draw so well, and had several 'bishounen', or 'hot anime guys' in English, she worshipped, incluing some guys from Rurouni Kenshin, Inu Yasha, Sailor Moon, .hack series,
She was wearing a red shirt with a sparkly butterfly in different shades of ed and pink on the chest area and some jean shorts. She had on regular white tennis shoes, worn out from wearing them so much. She had an extra hairband dangling from her left wrist and a gold ring with a jade stone in the center on her left pinky. She wore a necklace with a butterfly on it to match her shirt.
She suddenly found the urge to look at the ground arising in the pit of her stomach. So, she did just that.
"what in the seven hel-Hey, it's one of thos Pokemon game thingies."she stooped down and picked up the cartridge. "'Pokemon Crystal?' Hm, isn't this supposed to be one of those newer games? Despite those two new ones tht just came out. . . . .Well, couldn't hurt to take it home."
She stood and pocketed the game before continuing on her way.
*******
Arisa entered her house and shut the door behind her, kicking off her shoes so they landed on the mat where shoes were supposed to go. She ran upstairs, pausing for a second.
"Hey, if anybody's home, I'm home now!!!!"she yelled, waiting for a reply. When none came, she shrugged. Her parents were probably still at work and her sister must be visiting a friend.
She continued on her way upstairs, opening her room's door and shuting it behind her, tossing her backpack onto a nearby chair. She flipped on her computer so she could listen to her J-pop/rock or whatever Japanese song was on her WinAmp (not owned by me, mind you) player. She tapped her fingers on her desk impatiently as her computer booted up and, once it did, she quickly opened her WinAmp and played the first song on the list, Initial U (I'm getting very detailed here, ne? And that's Haruka Tenoh's, Sailor Uranus's, Sailor StarS theme, mind you, and I don't own it), and fished around in a drawer in her desk for her Gameboy Advance.
She smirked in satisfaction upon finding it through the mess and fished around in her pocket for the game. She pulled it out and inserted the cartridge into the slot, flipping on the power. The game booted up and she started a new game, not caring for the one that was at a place she didn't even know about. She entered her name and all that stuff and did the day and time.
Suddenly the gamescreen flashed a blinding white and she froze. The screen started to swirl into a multi-colored vortex. Arisa tried to move, speak, anything, but found she could only blink her eyes. She blacked out as she was sucked into the screen, to who knows where.
*******
She moaned and rolled over as an annoying, constant buzz came from her side. She reached over and slammd her fist onto a button, somehow turning the sound off without knowing how she did so. She rolled over yet again and began to doze off after a few minutes, but the buzzing started up again. She groaned and opened an eye, rolling over to face the sound.
'. . . . .Since when did I get such an annoying alarm???'she thought, looking at the clock. Her eyes widened in surprise. 'Almost twelve in the afternoon?!?! Ack!'
She jumped out of bed, but fell flat on her face as she was tangled in the sheets of her bed. She mumbled some profanities under her breath while un- tangling herself and stood up again, looking down at her attire.
'Pjs. . . . .Where in the seven hells is the closet?'she looked around the room and found a door that looked like it might lead to a closet and opened it. 'Bingo!'
She shuffled the outfits around a bit and tried to find one that she liked. After finding a black shirt with a flaming heart on it and a nice jean skirt with a chain dangling from one of the belt loops, she slipped off her pajamas and slipped on said outfit.
She looked around for a full length mirror, wondering if this was some type of dream she was having. She found a mirror and a brush on a nearby dresser and began to brush her hair, painfully yanking out the knots.
"Yup, this HAS to be a dream. . . . . . .I just need to figure out why."she blinked, trying to reassure herself this was a dream.
She still looked the same as ever, same hair, same eyes, same face, same everything, minus the clothes. Well, she never wore skirts either, but that was a different story.
She found a jacket hanging on the door that she assumed led out of the room. She looked at it closely, nodding when she decided it went with her outfit. She slipped it on and examined the room she was in.
Made out of wood, obviously. There was her bed, in the corner, with the sheets all over the floor near it.
'Oops. . . .Oh well, I'll fix it later.'she shrugged, continuing her examination.
There was a PC against the wall, on a small desk. She walke dover to it and turned it on, gasping in shock and horror at what it was.
'It stores items only?! Dude, this PC SUCKS!'she thought, backing away from it.
Next to the PC was a radio, which she decided to turn on after her room examination. Next to said radio was a TV, which she decided to leave off as she didn't feel like mesing with the thing. Next to the TV, hanging off of the wall by her door, was a map of the country. She examined this closely.
"The country of Johto? What in all the hells is Johto?"she asked herself, racking her brains for the answer. Now she was officially confused.
There was nothing else in the room, save for a wooden table in the center, so she walked over to the raido and flipped it on.
"Hi! You're tuned into Professor Oak's Talkshow! I'm DJ Mary, your lovely hostess!"the DJ, Mary, said.
Arisa blinked as the talkshow began, flipping off the radio. She was officially confused, and decided that she did NOT need to get more jumbled with more stations.
She walked to the door, opened it, and began descending down the stairs.
'. . . . . . .Why the heck is this happening to ME? ME, of all the people in the whole entire world! Curse you, whoever set me up for this!!'she thought silently, still confused.
She finally entered what she assumed ws the living room. It was a big table for four and a TV in the corner, against the wall with the door and the wall that partially seperated another room.
Being the curious person she is, she walked around the wall to find a woman dressed in a white dress with an apron over it, wearing that band thingy that pulled your hair back with her hair in loops on either side of her head.
The woman turned around and smiled when Arisa entered the room.
"Good morning Arisa! You slept in late today! Better head over to Professor Elm's house right away! Here are two bagels for the trip over."the woman handed Arisa said bagels and began shoving her out the door.
"What? Why do I need to see him?"Arisa asked.
"Oh silly! He wanted you to run that errand for him and get that pokemon for that journey you're going to start today!"the woman said happily.
Arisa promptly sweatdropped. This was way past weird. . . . .
"Uh. . . .which way was it to the professor's again?"Arisa asked, deciding she might as well play along.
"You are so forgetful today dear! It's just down the road and to the left. You can't miss it, it has that huge sign saying it's his lab."
"Okay. . . . ."Arisa sweatdropped and stuffed some bagel into her mouth. Food is good. . . . .
Anywho, she continued down the road and turned left, just as the woman had instructed her to. She continued munching on her bagels and thinking of who that strange woman was.
Realization hit her so suddenly she nearly fell over from loss of balance.
'Don't tell me that's supposed to be my MOM?!?!'she thought, pounding on her chest to prevent from choking. She continued walking once she regained her composure and reached a fairly huge building with a sign in front that said 'Professor Elm's Lab'.
'. . . .What is it that these professors in this show have with the weird names of trees?'Arisa suddenly thought, but decided not to ponder over the matter for fear of losing her remaining bits of logic. She stuffed her last bagel into her mouth and quickly chewed and swallowed before heading into the lab.
"Professor Elm?!?! I'm here for that thing you wanted me for!!"she yelled.
She jumped when said person seemed to appear out of nowhere, but actually came from a room hidden by some bookshelves.
"Ah, Arisa! I was wondering when you'd be coming."he said, smiling slightly.
"Eh. . .it was just a matter of time. . . . ."Arisa grinned sheepishly but quickly regained her composure. "Anyway, start giving the instructions on what to do."
"Well, I'm going to let you choose a Pokemon to protect you on your way over to Mr. Pokemon's house, it's pretty rough up there. Then you'll just bring the item that he wants back here. Make sure to heal up as often as posible. Also, the Pokemon you choose will be the one you'll use for your journey you wanted to start today."Prof. Elm said.
"Gotcha."Arisa nodded.
"Well, follow me."Pro. Elm said, walking away. Arisa grumbled something under her breath about the weirdness of this place and followed him, looking in amazement and such at the long-titled books on the shelfs.
After a few minutes of walking down the plain hallways that were lined with books, they arrived at a room where a stand was in the center with three pokeballs on it, in little slots.
Steph looked at Prof. Elm who nodded and hesitently walked forward. There were little inscriptions on the table in front of the pokeballs that said which Pokemon was housed in it.
'Fire-type Cyndaquil. . . . .Water-type Totadile. . . . .Grass-type Chikorita. . . . .'Arisa read silently to herself. 'I don't like water. . . .fear of drowning in the stuff. . . . . .I'm not really into grass and nature-y stuff. . . . .I do kinda like fire anyways. . . .so. . .'
"I'll take Cyndaquil."she said aloud, grabing the pokeball.
"Well, how about you let it out then?"Prof. Elm suggested.
Steph nodded. "Cyndaquil, go!" She tossed the pokeball so that it hit the ground and bounced back up, seeming to pause in mid-air where it opened and a clear, red light poured from it, forming the shape of a Cyndaquil. The ball closed and returned to Arisa, who quickly caught it thanks to her reflexes, and in front of her and the professor was a small and cute Cyndaquil.
". . . . . . ."Arisa was quiet for a minute, bu stooped down next to the Pokemon, who was looking around the room in curiousity. "Hey, there, I'm Arisa. Nice to meet you Cyndaquil. I'm going to be your trainer. . ."
The fire Pokemon looked at her with it's squinted eyes and let out a cry of its name. Steph blinked, but didn't do anything else.
"Y'know. . . . .if you don't wanna think of me as your trainer, think of me as. . . .a friend. . . .or partner. . .or accomplis or something like that, kay?"Arisa suggested.
Cyndaquil looked at her, letting out another cry of it's name in thought.
"If you don't want to be with me, I'll release you after I complete my task. I can catch a wild Pokemon on my own if I have to. . . . . .I just need some protection when I do an errand for the professor here. . . . .please?"Arisa begged. (I just now realized 'Arisa' is an anagram of 'Saria'. . . . .O.o Who noticed that before me? If you did, clap your hands. . . .)
"Cynda?"Cyndaquil asked, looking at her.
Arisa nodded, putting her right hand over her heart. "I swear upon my family name that I'll release you if you want to be set free after the errand is done."
Cyndaquil went quiet for a minute in thought, before nodding at Arisa, who nodded back at it before calling it back into its pokeball.
"Well, that was interesting."Prof. Elm said, his left index finger tapping his chin in thought.
"Well, if you want some trust around Pokemon, you have to treat'em nice, just like you would want to be treated. . . . .Y'know?"Arisa said, shrugging slightly.
"Yes, yes."
Arisa sighed and pulled of her trademark black hairband from her wrist and began to expertly do her hair up in a braid. If she was going to travel, she wanted to keep cool.
"So, which way to this guy's house?"Arisa asked, looking at the professor.
"You just head out west until you reach Cherrygrove City and then head up north , taking a right at the intersection. A sign should tell you the way when you start heading north after Cherrygrove."Prof. Elm said.
"Gotcha."Arisa said, walking out of the room. "Uh. . . . .which way is the exit professor?"
*******
Arisa trudged to her house, opening the door. She couldn't believe her 'mom' had sent her out without a backpack that had the supplies she needed in it! and to add to that, a weird redread dressed in an all black winter outfit was hanging around the professor's lab, and she got a fishy feeling about him. . . .
She opened the door and slammed it behind her. "Hey, Mom! Is there anything I need to grab for my pack?!"she yelled into the house.
"Oh, don't worry dear! I've already packed everything you need in here! Plus I have your PokeGear fixed, too! Lucky you!"Mom said, smiling as she rounded the corner, a small digital device on a string in one hand and an off-white backpack with several side pockets for organization in her hand.
"Gee, thanks. . . . . .Anywho, I'll be going now if I want to make any time before the sun starts setting."Arisa said, putting her backpack on and slipping her Gear around her neck.
"Bye! And make sure to rest often!"Mom yelled after the girl who was walking down the street. Arisa waved a hand at her mother without turning around to signal that she heard the woman.
'. . . . .I hate my life. . . .'Arisa thought grouchily, walking down the road in a western direction, told to her courtesy of her PokeGear.
*******
"Yipes! What in all the hells. . . .?"Arisa yelled as she saw a Sentret staring at her from the side of the road.
". . . . . .Oh, whatever. If you want a battle, no thank you you little. . . .whatever it is you're called. I need to complete my errand, so can't it wait until I actually get some of those little. . . . .uh. . . . .Pokeball thingies?"Arisa asked the little furball.
The little Sentret looked at the girl with it's big, black eyes, but it scurried off, as if understanding her.
Arisa blinked in confusion. 'These Pokemon sure are weird. . . . .'
And so she continued on her way to Cherrygrove, which she expected to arrive at in around two or so hours, depending on how long it took her to dodge Pokemon and such.
*******
"I. . . .HATE. . . .physical exertion!"Arisa panted as she collapsed at the enterance of Cherrygrove. It had taken her four hours just to find her way to the city. She would've died to have a map with her, but her PokeGear didn't have that feature apparently.
"Hello young lady! Would you like a tour of the town?"an old man asked her, smiling brightly.
Arisa groaned but stood up, deciding to humor the old man. This town only had a few streets anyway, it couldn't hurt to walk around a bit more. . . . .Plus she wanted to check out how Cyndaquil was doing, she didn't like keeping it cooped up in that Pokeball, it seemed cramped.
"Just a sec. . . . ."she groaned again, reaching for the Pokeball at her waist. "Go, Cyndaquil!" She repeated the throwing process and the same thing as last time happened.
"Stretch your legs Cyndaquil, we're going for a walk around town!"Arisa said in a less-than cheerful voice, yawning.
"Cynda?"Cyndaquil asked, looking at its trianer in concern. Arisa grinned at it, flashing the V for victory sign at it, before following the old man who was now walking and explaining stuff to her.
After the tour had ended, the old man handed Arisa a card for her PokeGear that added a map to it. Her eyes widened happuly and she cried tears of joy.
"Oh thank you thank you thank you!!!!!!!!"she cried out. "I nearly lost my way over here!! Gee, I'l make sure to visit the next time I'm in town!"
"Thank you young mady! Now you go on and do whatever it si you need to be doing."the old man said, entering his house.
Arisa sighed and turned towards Cyndaquil, who still looked as good as ever.
"I'm beat. . . . ."Arisa groaned. "LEt's go to that PokeCenter and rest for a while! Well, at least let me rest anyway. . . . ."
*******
Arisa groaned as she was prodded in her back, burying her head under her pillow.
More prodding.
"Lemme alone!"she yelled at the imposing thing that was rodding her.
More prodding.
"Why you little. . . . ."she growled, sititng up suddenly and grabbing said offender to find it was her Cyndaquil.
"Cynda!"the Pokemon squeaked.
Arisa promptly and gracefully sweatdropped. "Sorry Cyndaquil. Just thought I was back home with my sis trying to wake me up. . . . ."
"Cynda?"Cyndaquil inquired.
". . . .How about I tell you over breakfast?"Arisa smiled as her Pokemon jumped on the bed, running towards to door.
"Hey!! I meant AFTER I got dressed!"she yelled after it, grabbing the spare outfit which looked just like the one she was wearing now out of her pack and running towards the bathroom.
*******
Arisa walked into the lobby of the PokeCenter, yawning loudly and stretching. She had taken a refreshing shower and had her hair down, letting it fall in waves behind her back. She figured it would take a while to get used to her hair, so might as well keep it down when you aren't traveling, ne?
"So Cyndaquil, what do you say we head over to the dinng area and start our pigout fest, eh?"Arisa asked her Pokefriend, looking down at it from it's position on the floor next to her.
"Cyndaquil!"it said happily, rushing to the dining area.
". . . .Pokemon have WAY better sence of direction than I do, that's for sure. . . ."Arisa blinked, running after her Pokemon.
"Mmm! I haven't had food this good since my mom last cooked!"Arisa said, shoving some mashed potatoes into her mouth.
"Cynda!"Cyndaquil agreed from its spot across from her, stuffing its own mouth with Pokefood.
"Okay, so you wanted me to explain to you now?"Arisa asked, swallowing her food. Cyndaquil nodded.
"Okay, so I basically come from a different universe of sorts."Arisa paused as her Pokemon stared at her with wide eyes. "Believe it, buddy. Anywho, I was walking home from school one day and found the game lying on the ground. In my universe, you are nothing more than a game and a show. Anyway, I get ome and start playing the game. I get sucked into it and find myself in that house in New Bark Town. That's the story in a nutshell."
"Cynda. . . . . .quil. . . . ."Cyndaquil said, letting the information sink in.
"You want proof?"Arisa asked, digging through her backpack and pulling out a card.
"I'm sure that in this world, you guys aren't also a cardgame. I found this in the pocket of my PJs while chanigng out of them. And I DID have one of these in my pockets when I got sucked in. Now you believe me?"Arisa asked, flipping the card over to show a Pikachu on it with all the info needed to know its attack power and such.
"Cyndaquil."Cyndaquil nodded, believing the girl.
"Well, it's nice to know I have someone on my side if they throw me into the nuthouse."she smiled slightly and began to pig out again.
*******
"Watch it Cyndaquil! Tackle that Weedle!"Arisa yelled, her Cyndaquil tackling said offending Weedle.
The Weedle, in all it's anger, hit Cyndaquil with it's Poison Sting, poinsoning Cyndaquil.
"Kuso!"Arisa cursed in Japanese, snapping her fingers. "Cyndaquil, return!"she yelled, holding her Pokeball in front of her as a red beam shot out from the hole in the center, encasing said Pokemon and withdrawing it. Arisa growled an rana s fast as she could away from the Weedle, towards Mr. Pokemon's house.
"Oh no. . . . ."Arisa moanex, seeing her Pokeball glow with every four steps she took. She kneeled and searched through her backpack, looking for something to help her Cyndaquil.
'C'mon. . .Full Heal, some Berry, anything!'she thought franticly. She 'Ah ha!'ed as she managed to dig up an Antidote her mom had packed.
"Thank you Mom!"she said, senidng Cyndaquil out and applying the Antidote to it.
"You okay Cydaquil?"she asked worridly, staring down at the Pokemon in her arms.
"Cynda. . . ."Cyndaquil replied weakly, closing its eyes to rest.
Arisa smiled. "Slep is good for now. . . .I'll just avoid battles. . . ."
She stood up, her Cyndaquil in hand, and continued her treck.
*******
"Well, I'd say this looks like the right place. . . . ."Arisa examined the small shed and looked around. "Hey, a poison cure berry!" She ran over and picked said berry before returning to the shed and knocking three times.
No answer.
More knocking.
No answer.
Pounding on the door now.
Still no answer.
She was getting impatient.
Kicking of the door now.
"Open up dangit!"she growled. "Don't MAKE me go insane on you. . . .And if you aren't home. . .ooh, I'll wring your neck bud. . . . ."
With a final nod, she decided to see if the door was open. It was.
'Talk about your irresponsible people.'she thought, rolling her eyes and stepping in.
"Hello? Anybody here?!"she yelled. No reply. She growled and searched aroud, opening one door after another, only to find a library, bedroom, kitchen/dining room, and a few other things.
"This is the last one I'm checking or I'm gonna leave."Arisa huffed, opening the door. She blinked at her incredible luck. She had found him! So she mentally did a jig.
"Uh. . .Hi!"she greeted, sweatdropping as she saw two people in the room, both staring at her. "Professor Elm sent me. . . .said something about picking up something from you. . . . ."
"Oh, you must be Arisa! Well, I do have something for you!"a man with blue- ish black hair said, walking over to a stand as a white haired man in a labcoat approached her.
"Oro?"she asked.
"What? Oh, nevermind. I'm Professer Oak, a friend of Professor Elm. Here, take this, I've had it reserved for you."Prof. Oak said, handing her a strange red thingie, shaped in a rectangle.
"Oro?"she asked once again.
"That's a PokeDex, if you didn't already know."he explained.
Arisa nodded and put the item into her jacket pocket, making sure it was securely in.
"Ah! Here it is!"
The two people turned to see Mr. Pokemon turning around with an egg in hand, with a bunch of red and blu triangles of all sizes upon its shell.
". . . . .I came all the way here for an EGG?!"Arisa asked in disbelief.
"Not just any egg. A Pokemon egg."Mr. Pokemon replied.
". . .Whatever."Arisa shrugged, still not really caring what the difference might be except for taste.
"Well, I trust you'll dilever this back to the professor in safe condition."
"You can trust me sir."Arisa sighed, yawning slightly. "I have to head back now anyway, I need to make good progress. . . .Plus Cyndaquil here needs to heal at a PokeCenter. Hopefully I might meet you two later. See ya!"Arisa said, walking out of the room, then the house, and outside, into the refreshing sunshine.
Arisa blinked. Why the heck could she hear a faint sound of music playing in her ears? She strained her ears to listen to it.
"It sounds like the music from the games. . . ."she said quietly, blinking. ". . .Just my luck. Eh well, at least I get to hear some of the spiffier music in the game. And how come I didn't notice it from the start?"
She continued pondering the matter on the way back to Cherrygrove City.
*******
By the time she had arrived back in the city, Arisa found the sun had already set and it was night. The lights were on everywhere, but that didn't amount to much. She headed towards the PokeCenter to rest and heal for the night, hoping that she might actually get to sleep in the next day. (Speaking of which. . .boy, am I tired. . . .Of course it's thirty minutes until it's midnigh, but whatever.)
She walke dinto the PokeCenter and went up to the counter.
"Hi, I had a room this morning. . . . . .I'm Arisa. And I was wondering if you could treat my Cyndaquil, he's pretty hurt."Arisa grabbed the lone Pokeball from her belt and handed it to Nurse Joy.
"Of course! Now go on up to bed! Cyndaquil will be just fine in the morning."Joy said, shooing the girl off.
"It'd better be or I'm in big trouble on the way back to New Bark. . . ."Arisa yawned as she mumbled to herself, ascending the stairs to her room.
*******
Arisa awoke the next morning, refreshed. She yawned and stood up, deciding to skip the shower and change of clothes, since her other ones were getting washed, and headed downstaris after fixing her hair and brushing her teeth and all that morning stuff.
Downstairs, she went to the counter and rang the bell.
"How may I help you?"Joy asked, apearing from out of nowhere, causing Arisa to jump slightly.
"Eh, I dropped off a Cyndaquil yesterday night, remember?"Arisa sweatdropped, regaining her composure.
"Oh yes, I remember! He's all healed up now. I'll go get him."Joy said, walking over to the area Pokemon were treated at.
While Arisa waited, she began to hum some old anime songs she listened to to herself. Joy finally returned, Cyndaquil's Pokeball in hand.
"You have a nice voice. Have you ever considered singing?"Joy asked.
Arisa shook her head. "Once or twice when I was younger, but no, not really. I was always told I'd amount to something mroe if I became a singer, but I decided to follow this dream anyway. . . .I like to see places anyway, and as a singer, you're always cooped up in some private room, scared of fans ambushing you on the street, y'know?"
"I understand completely."
"Well, I'm headed out. . . .I can snag a candy bar or two from the vending machine over there anyway, so I don't need breakfast."Arisa yawned, bid farewell to Joy, and leftthe building, starting to head out of the city, but someone stopped her.
*******
Er. . . .kinda a cliffie if you haven't played the games yet, but not really. Anywho, who wants to have the role of Arisa's rival? Rival shall remain a boy, for possible coupling things in later chapters. Oh, and did I mention you get to choose who our dear Arisa hooks up with in this fic? Well, you do!
There are only two pairings I can think of right now. . . .Vote for those, if you have others, add them in.
Possible couplings:
Arisa/Rival
Arisa/Lance (Yes, as in the Dragon Master Lance that you face in the Indigo Plateau. No duh.)
There. REview and more chapters shall be added! Bye!