Hey this is my second story (that I started, I'm waiting for someone to review the prologue of Dragon Slayer in original fics) and I'm using an original trainer. Akiko "Akkie" Matsuoka! Whenever I get around to writing DBZ, and just other fanfics you'll see I simply love this fic character. She mostly looks the same in each fic but her past (and haircut) changes depending on the anime show. So please R&R!!! Tankies n.n'
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CHAPTER 1
Akkie lay on her bed facing upward with her eyes closed. Her legs were crossed one over the other, and as the music from her headphones blasted in her ears she hummed along. She was fourteen, which was older than most trainers in this certain generation started out as. But Akkie was perfectly fine with it, she was pretty, popular, and fairly spoiled and that kept her satisfied for a couple years. After a few more songs she finally sat up and turned off her CD player. Her hair was dark brown, almost black, and it hung down to almost the middle of her back. She stood up and slowly put her hair up in a high ponytail with strands on either side of her head that would lightly border the sides of her face. As she glanced into the mirror she tested her smile while her lime green eyes lit up and sparkled with delight. She looked towards her alarm clock where the numbers 3:49 were outlined in a crimson luster and walked downstairs.
She had already been dressed before and her aqua backpack was already packed with a sleeping bag, extra clothes, food, water, and other necessary items. The local Mahogany Pokemon Lab was right next door to her own house and she wasn't hungry anyway that morning. She bent down to tie her tennis shoes and picked up her backpack as she paused once more in the mirror in the hall. Her hair was perfect in her normal ponytail by now, and her outfit consisted of a dark blue tank top, jean shorts, white sport socks that were cut short, and white tennis shoes. She nodded to herself in the mirror before walking out her door towards the lab. Having no time to spare she walked right out the door without notifying her father who was too involved in minor details of his work as he sat at the kitchen table and sipped coffee.
Akkie, now inside the professor's lab as she and three other new trainers stood around a table with four pokeballs set around it. She listened closly as the professor finished explaining how their pokedexes were already programmed to participate in the Johto League.
"Now," the professor continued, "I have two different methods of deciding who gets what pokemon. The first method is that I shuffle these four cards and each of you pick one. The cards have pokemon on them and the one you pick is the pokemon you get. There's an Eevee, a Weedle, a Pidgey, and a Hoppip. The other method also uses cards but time the cards have numbers on them. The person with the number 1 gets to pick first and so on. What would you rather do?" A heavy silence came over the room for a few long seconds before the youngest new trianer, one who just turned ten, piped up, "If we do the second one we at least have some say."
But another sense of logic came from the other ten year old in the room, "But if we do that then the pokemon chosen last will get its feelings hurt. I think the first method is best."
After a long decussion they all agreed on the first method. As she left the lab with her new belt that carried her pokedex and pokeballs Akkie noticed her mother waving at her from the small crowd of family and friends that came to grant the new trainers good luck. She sheepishly and reluctantly waved back. There was only one way out of the crowd and her mother couldn't get there so as Akkie began to leave her mother shouted "What pokemon did you receive?!" To this Akkie grinned and responded with "You'll see at the Johto League!"
Once Akkie was away from the crowd she hummed a short tune as she skipped along the route out of the city towards the ice path. She wasn't sure how she'd handle the cave but she knew it was the quickest way to the Violet City Gym, and that was where she was going to go. Soon she slowed down to a walk. She then began talking to herself, "It sure becomes lonely here fast... Maybe I should let my new pokemon out..." She yanked the only pokeball that was a dwelling place for one of her future champions. She turned it, changing into a larger pokeball and she brou ght her hand back to throw it.
"So you ARE a pokemon trainer." Akkie froze and turned around almost embarrassed that all this time she was being followed and didn't even realize it. There standing was a young boy who looked barely old enough to be a pokemon trainer. "I challange you to a pokemon battle, one on one."
Akkie continued blinking, "A battle.. but I.."
"Stop the excuses. You have a pokemon, and I know it, and I want to battle."
"Well... I guess it couldn't hurt to have a battle.."
"Okay... I choose you! Marill!" The boy grabbed one of his pokeballs, threw it hard, and the pokeball opened and a red light turned into a small Marill.
"Go Weedle?" Akkie cluelessly pressed the white button on the ball which, like the Marill, flashed a crimson light, then became a Weedle.
"Marill! Water Gun!" The Marill breathed in deeply then spat out a small cyclone of water speeding towards the little bug pokemon.
"Weedle dodge it!" Akkie watched on as her pokemon slid out of the way just in time, "Now use your String Shot!" Weedle spurt out an impressive amount of web for its level, but Marill countered that attack with another Water Gun, even without the guidence of its trainer.
"Now Tackle it Marill!" Marill raced towards Weedle. Weedle tried to dodge but Marill was too fast. Akkie cried out its name as it was hit back and, because of its weak level, knocked out. Ever so slowly, Akkie brought up its pokeball and called him back.
"You did great for your first battle, Weedle."
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So Akkie got a Weedle. Ok, I always did like Weedle a lot really but what a horrible first pokemon. I almost did Eevee but I'm tired of the main characters always having luck on their side and getting the best pokemon. So I decided on Weedle. So please review. And if its horrible, blame it on the time. It may only be 10:23 but I only got like 3 hours of sleep last night and I was forced to be up and running all day long so x.x;; I'm pretty worn out. Well, Thank again if you read it.
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CHAPTER 1
Akkie lay on her bed facing upward with her eyes closed. Her legs were crossed one over the other, and as the music from her headphones blasted in her ears she hummed along. She was fourteen, which was older than most trainers in this certain generation started out as. But Akkie was perfectly fine with it, she was pretty, popular, and fairly spoiled and that kept her satisfied for a couple years. After a few more songs she finally sat up and turned off her CD player. Her hair was dark brown, almost black, and it hung down to almost the middle of her back. She stood up and slowly put her hair up in a high ponytail with strands on either side of her head that would lightly border the sides of her face. As she glanced into the mirror she tested her smile while her lime green eyes lit up and sparkled with delight. She looked towards her alarm clock where the numbers 3:49 were outlined in a crimson luster and walked downstairs.
She had already been dressed before and her aqua backpack was already packed with a sleeping bag, extra clothes, food, water, and other necessary items. The local Mahogany Pokemon Lab was right next door to her own house and she wasn't hungry anyway that morning. She bent down to tie her tennis shoes and picked up her backpack as she paused once more in the mirror in the hall. Her hair was perfect in her normal ponytail by now, and her outfit consisted of a dark blue tank top, jean shorts, white sport socks that were cut short, and white tennis shoes. She nodded to herself in the mirror before walking out her door towards the lab. Having no time to spare she walked right out the door without notifying her father who was too involved in minor details of his work as he sat at the kitchen table and sipped coffee.
Akkie, now inside the professor's lab as she and three other new trainers stood around a table with four pokeballs set around it. She listened closly as the professor finished explaining how their pokedexes were already programmed to participate in the Johto League.
"Now," the professor continued, "I have two different methods of deciding who gets what pokemon. The first method is that I shuffle these four cards and each of you pick one. The cards have pokemon on them and the one you pick is the pokemon you get. There's an Eevee, a Weedle, a Pidgey, and a Hoppip. The other method also uses cards but time the cards have numbers on them. The person with the number 1 gets to pick first and so on. What would you rather do?" A heavy silence came over the room for a few long seconds before the youngest new trianer, one who just turned ten, piped up, "If we do the second one we at least have some say."
But another sense of logic came from the other ten year old in the room, "But if we do that then the pokemon chosen last will get its feelings hurt. I think the first method is best."
After a long decussion they all agreed on the first method. As she left the lab with her new belt that carried her pokedex and pokeballs Akkie noticed her mother waving at her from the small crowd of family and friends that came to grant the new trainers good luck. She sheepishly and reluctantly waved back. There was only one way out of the crowd and her mother couldn't get there so as Akkie began to leave her mother shouted "What pokemon did you receive?!" To this Akkie grinned and responded with "You'll see at the Johto League!"
Once Akkie was away from the crowd she hummed a short tune as she skipped along the route out of the city towards the ice path. She wasn't sure how she'd handle the cave but she knew it was the quickest way to the Violet City Gym, and that was where she was going to go. Soon she slowed down to a walk. She then began talking to herself, "It sure becomes lonely here fast... Maybe I should let my new pokemon out..." She yanked the only pokeball that was a dwelling place for one of her future champions. She turned it, changing into a larger pokeball and she brou ght her hand back to throw it.
"So you ARE a pokemon trainer." Akkie froze and turned around almost embarrassed that all this time she was being followed and didn't even realize it. There standing was a young boy who looked barely old enough to be a pokemon trainer. "I challange you to a pokemon battle, one on one."
Akkie continued blinking, "A battle.. but I.."
"Stop the excuses. You have a pokemon, and I know it, and I want to battle."
"Well... I guess it couldn't hurt to have a battle.."
"Okay... I choose you! Marill!" The boy grabbed one of his pokeballs, threw it hard, and the pokeball opened and a red light turned into a small Marill.
"Go Weedle?" Akkie cluelessly pressed the white button on the ball which, like the Marill, flashed a crimson light, then became a Weedle.
"Marill! Water Gun!" The Marill breathed in deeply then spat out a small cyclone of water speeding towards the little bug pokemon.
"Weedle dodge it!" Akkie watched on as her pokemon slid out of the way just in time, "Now use your String Shot!" Weedle spurt out an impressive amount of web for its level, but Marill countered that attack with another Water Gun, even without the guidence of its trainer.
"Now Tackle it Marill!" Marill raced towards Weedle. Weedle tried to dodge but Marill was too fast. Akkie cried out its name as it was hit back and, because of its weak level, knocked out. Ever so slowly, Akkie brought up its pokeball and called him back.
"You did great for your first battle, Weedle."
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So Akkie got a Weedle. Ok, I always did like Weedle a lot really but what a horrible first pokemon. I almost did Eevee but I'm tired of the main characters always having luck on their side and getting the best pokemon. So I decided on Weedle. So please review. And if its horrible, blame it on the time. It may only be 10:23 but I only got like 3 hours of sleep last night and I was forced to be up and running all day long so x.x;; I'm pretty worn out. Well, Thank again if you read it.