Travelling: Hoenn - A Pokemon adventure
Summary: A Hoennshipping story, based off the game's storyline. Follow Brendan, May and Wally, our three heroes, as they travel across Hoenn. BrendanxMay, if you know where to look! Lotsa crossovers later on.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon.
The first...dozen or so chapters of this fic were written during a boring holiday in France. At that time, I couldn't check or any other website. If you think that some parts of my fanfic look a damn lot like parts of your own fanfic(s), then I apologise. I really tried not to use any part of any other fanfic (only Muddy and Flame's names sprang from the general...community hivemind, I believe), but if you believe I have somehow crossed you, please, do tell.
This story is based on the Game Pokémon Ruby/Sapphire, not the anime-series.
Words of thanks: Neo Namco, DarkAngelTorchick and Ice-Phoenix-chan for helping me get the fic posted - you really helped out my younger self.
Thank you, reviewer, for brightening my day with one of those lovely Review Alert messages. They give me the incentive to write more.
And, of course, thank you reader - for reading my fanfic. Hope you enjoy it!
CHAPTER 1: BRAND NEW DAY
The truck was riding down to Littleroot town. If you listened carefully, you could hear the occasional swearing coming from the back of the truck.
A box fell.
"Damn!" a certain young man scowled.
Another box rolled, bumping against a leg.
"Ow!" the same white-haired boy grunted.
His hair ended in large spikes, held up by a black headband. He wore a black-red sweater and fingerless yellow gloves. His pants where black with a yellow ending, and he wore red-black sneakers. You should know who I'm talking about.
"Latios, if this isn't going to stop soon, I..." the boy gritted, just as the truck's wheels came grinding to a halt.
A blinding light shone from the door as it slid open, revealing the truck's cargo – the mentioned before, as well as tons of furniture. Brendan jumped out of the truck, seeing two Machoke walking in and out of the house holding heavy-looking boxes.
"I hope don't mind having to sit in the back." his mother, who shall from now on forever be known as 'mom', spoke as she gave her son a hug. "Come on in, and take a look at your new room!" she exclaimed.
"And don't forget to take a look at your new clock!" Brendan heard her call after him as he climbed the stairs. Upstairs, his stuff was already unpacked.
"Stupid clock" Brendan muttered as he tried to set his clock. He looked at his room and saw what was missing. No sound of waves crashing, no seagulls, only some stupid bird pokémon. No sea, like in his hometown.
Depressed and scowling like any boy his age'd ought to, Brendan moved back downstairs.
"Sweetie, come and meet our new neighbours!" came the voice of mom, sailing through the living room.
Squinting, Brendan saw his mother talk with another woman through the window.
"Oh yes, our son is 16 as well! I'm sure they will get along fine!" he heard her squeal.
"Why don't you come round for tea at two o'clock?" came the offer, equally high-pitched in a way only housewives could.
"Sure, we'll do that!" came the response.
As the new neighbour took her leave, Brendan was nervously fumbling in the kitchen. "Why should I go and meet some girl I don't even know? I don't want to go, I never wanted to leave Vermillion in the first place!" he muttered angrily. His mother simply raised one eyebrow – she was going to have none of it.
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Half an hour later, Brendan found himself standing in front of his neighbour's door.
"Hi! Come on in!" were the only comprehendable words Brendan picked up, before his mom and the neighbour started to converse. If anything, it sounded like Russian to Brendan.
"May is upstairs" mom quickly translated.
Thus, Brendan went up the stairway, noting that this building's design as eerily similar to his own – probably one of those massive building projects? As he walked into the only room upstairs, he noticed that this room looked exactly like his own, save the pokédolls and clothing lying on the floor. On the other end of the room sat a brown haired girl...
"Hi – um, My mom- um, I mean- your mom-" Brendan stumbled, before simply stating "Name's Brendan. You must be May?"
The girl, who until now accidentally (or on purpose) ignored him and was staring at a computer-screen, turned around. She wore a red bandana over her brown hair. She also wore a red T-shirt with very short sleeves, black shorts, white-red gloves, and the same kind of sneakers Brendan had.
"Guess I am!" she said cheerfully, waving one hand in his direction.
"You're a trainer?" she immediately asked, getting up from her seat and taking a good look at Brendan.
"What? Um... no. Not yet." the white-haired teenager replied, unsure where that question had come from.
Curiously eyeing him, May moved closer, while firing off more questions. "Where you from?"
"Vermillion city, in Kanto."
"Never heard of that place." Brendan heard May say, as she walked right past him, heading downstairs. Not wanting to stay behind, Brendan soon followed.
"Mom, Brendan and I are going to visit dad! I'll be back before dinner!" May said, opening the front door.
A few minutes later, they were walking down a road.
"So wait - why're we going to visit your dad?" Brendan asked while rushing after this awkwardly cheerful girl, trying not to sound overly curious.
"Don't you know? My dad is professor Birch! We're going to get you a pokémon!" May responded with a bright smile, while patting the red chick-like pokémon perched on her shoulder.
"Wait... you're a Trainer?" Brendan uttered as something began to dawn on him.
"You figured that out all by yourself?" May answered with a bit of a frown, putting her hands against her hips. How could anyone be this dense...?
"Well, um, I..." Brendan coughed, realising he was making a fool out of himself.
Obviously, since May had already lost interest and was instead, staring at something on the floor.
"Oh look! A Wurmple!" she yelped, running towards the little pokémon, who in his turn fled into a tree. "How cute! Just look at him!" the brunette squealed, starting to climb that very same tree, chasing after the Bug-type.
Brendan, however, wasn't paying attention: he had heard a noise – where'd it come from?
...someone yelling?
"...May, I think someone is calling for help!" Brendan called out, looking up at the thick tree vegetation in which May had disappeared.
No response. Damn.
Cursing his own tendencies to be the good guy, Brendan started to run towards the screaming.
Reaching a clearing in the otherwise dense forest area, he saw a man being chases by a black, dog-like pokémon.
"Get a pokéball from my bag and help me!" the currently being hunted man screamed, protecting his buttocks from further bite marks.
Responding on instinct, Brendan snatched a ball from the discarded bag laying close by, and threw it – out came a blue fish-like (though it had legs) pokémon.
"Mud...mudkip." it yawned, which roughly translated to "Beware, ye who disturbs my sleep."
"Mudkip?" Brendan muttered, delving into his non-existant knowledge of pokémon attacks. "Let's see... Mudkip, Tackle!"
At once, the Mudkip leapt forward, tackling the dog pokémon, who in turn started to growl.
"Another Tackle!" Brendan ordered. The Mudkip simply puffed, deeming his opponent unworthy of so much as a second glance. Bashing his forehead into the opponent's face, the Mudkip sent the dog-like Poochyena flying.
"Never thought Id get away..." the man sighed, cleaning his forehead with handkerchief. "Thanks for saving me, young man – I'm professor Birch." Birch said, as he shook Brendan's hand.
And at that moment, May came running towards them, carrying a knocked out Wurmple. "Look what I've caught!" she yelped, holding her newly acquired trophy high.
"I see you've met my dad! Dad, this is Brendan" she then spoke, introducing the white-haired trainer to Birch while hugging the fainted insect-pokémon. "We were searching for you, actually."
Brendan, at a loss for words, could only stumble a simple "Umm..." while May's father threw his hands up into the air.
"May, why didn't you come here earlier? Didn't you hear your father call for help?" Birch asked in bewilderment, inspecting the bite marks left by the Poochyena in his coat.
"Nope. Didn't hear anything. Why'd you need help? You've got Mudkip and Treecko with you, right?" she shot right back at him.
The professor, starting to get both red and angry, pointed to his torn lab coat, as if it were self-explanatory. With a sigh, he then added "Um... well, in any case, Brendan, you can keep that Mudkip... Thanks again... Bye." while lifting his bag, then proceeding to walk away, chasing after a Zigzagoon.
"Mud? Mud...i? Ip?" the Mudkip asked as he sat down near Brendan's leg – something to the extent of "When're we going to eat?"
"Sure!" Brendan beamed, "That's a fine name for you, Muddy! Do you like it?"
Muddy's only reaction consisted of "Ip ip kip?", basically "What's a Muddy? Can you eat a Muddy?"
"No, you fool, it's your new name!" Torchick replied with a sigh, shaking her head, "You always were a slow one..." the fire-type added, though all Brendan and May could hear was "Tor...Torchick."
"...wait, you can understand what he said?" May asked, having followed the conversation between Brendan and his new pokémon.
"Sure! Can't you?" a grinning Brendan replied, despite having understood nothing of what Muddy had just said.
"Chick." Torcking sniffed, her version of the word "freak."
Looking at her watch, May gasped "Damn, it's already five o'clock! And we still have to walk all the way home!", initiating a sprint back towards Littleroot.
"Is she paranoid or something?" Brendan asked the newly named Muddy while lifting him up, planting the water-type on top of Brendan's head.
"Kip...mud." was Muddy's only reaction, yawning and then trying to catch some sleep as his trainer began to run.
After some detours and getting lost twice, the two trainers arrived back at Littleroot. In the meantime, Muddy had fallen off Brendan's head three times, and had developed some odd coloured bruises on his head. Brendan quietly returned the sleeping pokémon to his pokéball.
Tiptoeing into his new home, the white-haired trainer listened. Nothing. It seemed that his mother was already sleeping. He took some leftovers from the fringe, and sneaked up to his room. There, he hid Muddy's pokéball between his old socks, ate the leftovers, and read a bit in the latest 'Pokémon Unlimited' (Muddy: A magazine with a wicked Swampert on it's cover!) before going to bed.
That night, Brendan dreamed of being chased by a huge ship sailing out of Vermillion's port.
"Dammit," Muddy groaned, turning around inside of his pokeball, "The guy snores!"
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