--This is my first major fan fiction and it is based on the Pokemon game series. It is the novel-style retelling of a fictional game, Pokemon Violet, and takes place sometime between Pokemon Yellow and Pokemon Gold and Silver. Therefore, some changes made between the generations in the region of Kanto have not taken place or are about to take place (e.g. Copycat's house being demolished). I have researched this to the best of my ability but I can make mistakes. If you see any mistakes, whether they be grammatical or factual information from the games, please feel free to message me and I will try to fix them or place a not after the chapter saying it is intentional. Artwork for the characters can be found on my Deviant Art: Thetruewindsorceress. Note: I am not Thetruewindsorceress on this site. Without further ado, I present Pokemon Violet.--
Chapter One: Violet
There I sat, the first thing that I can remember doing before this whole story began. Laying there in the tub, buried in a pile of bubbles and basking in the warm water, letting my pains creep away for a beautiful few minutes. It's curious how our day can start being the opposite of what it will end up being…but I guess that's the point, no? Anyway that you want to see it, there I began, bathing quietly when two things came crashing open: the door and my world.
"Come on, get out or you'll miss him!" Cried Caro, my younger sister. In a shrill and piercing whine she yelled at me with an annoyed stance. Dressed in the height of her fashion (a pink frilly dress with black tights), she waited for me to end my bath to take her into town. Today was a very important day, after all.
"You said he wouldn't be here til four and it's barely noon!" I yelled back, sinking down into the bubbles.
"No I did not! Now get out and take me to see Red!" There was no reasoning with her when she was like this. She could have said the sky had turned vermillion and then deny it the next moment to the point where you began to think you had just imagined it all.
"Fine, fine. Now get out so I can dry off and as soon as I'm dressed, we can go." At that line, she slammed the door and scurried off as my aching legs lifted me from the soothing waters and into the chilling air. I wrapped a white towel round myself and scowled, my hair would still be wet by the time I made it outside.
I hurried down the hall and ducked into me room, my feet smacking swiftly on the wooden floors as I did. When inside, I dropped the towel and slipped on my outfit for the day, which I had picked out the night before. An important day needed a perfect pair of clothes and I had just that. A black short-sleeve shirt, my pleated red skirt and black half-leggings that cut off at the knee. Paired that with my red and white sneakers and the red bandana folded and tied back into a headband, I felt no doubt in my mind that I looked about good as was possible. Confidence, for once, sided with me.
Once clothed, I picked up a brush and ran it through my short hair, quickly, for there was no time to waste. I knew this fact and yet, I was caught by my appearance in front of the mirror. Somehow this person staring back was not the me I remembered. The me I saw in my mind was a skinny little creature, undeveloped with long flowing locks of brown. I had grown so different from the person I was the last time I saw red, almost four years ago. Would he remember me?
There was not time for thinking. My sister barged in (she seemed to have a problem with any door willing to conceal me) and screeched for me to hurry up. With a grunt, I obliged and was soon ready to depart. It was a good thing that I had not paused to think any longer though, for as soon as we left the house, Red could be seen walking in from the tall grass into the entrance to Pallet town, and the townspeople greeted him graciously.
Red looked very different from when we were both ten. In the short four years he had been gone, he had grown much older-looking. Instead of being Scrawny Red like he used to be, he now took the appearance of a weathered young man, fit in body and tall in stature. And though so many things had changed about him, some things stayed the same. He still bore that quiet air and shaggy head of bistre hair.
After being congratulated by Professor Oak and his eldest grandchild, Daisy, and given a big hug from his mother, he turned his attention to me. He stared and I froze, afraid of what he would say or do. Oh please remember me!
"…Violet?" He asked.
"Red!" I rushed forward and threw my arms around him. He seemed a bit shocked at first but embraced back, smiling gently in his special way.
"I was afraid you wouldn't remember me." I voiced my concern.
"How could I forget you? You were one of my closest friends when I still lived here." He asserted reassuringly. "You do look a bit different, I have to admit. Your hair and…" He looked down at my chest but averted his gaze quickly. "Your…clothes." He palmed the back of his neck and his faced reddened a bit. I giggled quietly and looked him up and down.
"You look different too. You've certainly grown taller." Back before he left to train, I had a good three inches on him but now he seemed to tower over me.
"So have you heard any news from Blue? Has he come home yet for a visit?" He pondered about his rival.
"Yes, a few times. He always comes back to brag after some great adventure. I swear that kid's never in his gym anymore. No wonder you have so few challengers, no one can get a complete set of badges!"
"Heh, just like him to do that. When I heard he had taken up the position I knew it wouldn't be the best choice for the league. Well, at least there's someone there now." He paused thoughtfully before speaking again. "Hey, Violet, I was wondering something."
"What is it?"
"Well, I know that four years ago, you didn't want to become a Trainer and you stayed behind when we left. But now that you've seen how far me and Blue have come, do you want to give it a chance?"
"Are you asking if I want to make that decision just because I want to be better than you?" I frowned.
"No, but, you were always so competitive when we were little. I just thought maybe you'd want to because of how much you know we got to see and do. I mean, someone like you won't be satisfied with just sitting in this little town your whole life. I know you want to be something big, Violet, and this is the time to make that decision."
"Oh, but I'm much to old to start training. Kids start when their ten or eleven, I would look like a fool starting now."
"You won't know until you try."
"I just…" I looked down in self-pity. "I know I would never be as great as you and Blue. I would never even come close! I don't have the skill or the will-power…"
"Look." He grabbed my shoulders gently and stared straight into my eyes. "You're one of the strongest people I know. You were the one that pushed me past my apprehension to become a Trainer and now I have to do the same for you. I know you can be great, Violet. You can do anything you set your mind to and don't forget that!" He then smiled weakly and let me go.
That night there was a festival celebrating Red's short return to the village. There was food and entertainment and Professor Oak presented him with some big award from the Pokemon League saying he was one of only five people to complete the Elite Four their first go (the others being the current Elite Four members, Blue having beat it in two times). There was a lot of cheering and it was probably the biggest event in living memory within the town. It seemed we had a lot to be proud of.
Blue showed up for a brief few moments to tease Red, though in a more joking way that it had been in youth. Had he changed as well? Anyway, Blue left quickly after saying hello to his mother and his two sisters, Daisy and Lily. Daisy was the older one, being much more kind and mature. She was a budding masseuse, also. Then there was Lily, the bratty younger sister. She was as bitter and sharp-tongued as her brother and maybe even more so. In three days she would turn ten and go on her own adventure, swearing to become better than even Red. I doubted that would be the case.
So with the festivities dying down as the town crept back into the realm of sleep, I mourned the day. It had been a very important day for me, the day I finally saw my Champion and the day I made a very important decision.
As Red was readying to leave, I caught up with him for the only moment I would have alone with him the whole time of his visit. He was packing the last few of his belonging before he set out into the night for the Indigo Plateau. I caught his attention and he puased momentarily.
"What are you doing out so late?"
"I wanted to have a minute alone with you, Red. The days been so hectic, we barely got to talk. Do you have a moment?"
"Sure, I have time. Anything bothering you?"
"No. I just…I don't know. I thought about what you said earlier and I'm trying to make up my mind of whether or not to go ahead and become a Trainer. Would you be proud of me if I did?"
He laughed quietly. "That's not what this is about, is it? Of course I'll be proud of you. I'll be proud of you whatever you decided to do. Hell, I couldn't see you as lower than me even if you joined Team Rocket. You're strong, Violet, and nothing will change that. Never." He reached over and held my hand in his, reassuringly. I blushed.
"I'll even do you one better." He said, taking off his bag and letting it drop to the ground. He took off his red jacket and handed it to me. "I've had this since the day I left and it gave me luck. Maybe it'll do the same thing for you."
"Oh, I can't take this. It's yours." I pushed it back.
"Your not taking it, I'm giving it to you. So that wherever you go, it's like a piece of me is there with you." He grinned. "Besides, it doesn't fit me anymore." We both laughed.
"Well, I guess you have to go now…"
He leaned in and whispered. "Goodbye, Violet." He kissed me on the cheek and left without another word. As I watched him disappear into the tall grass, my mind was made-up. I would see him again, not as my friend but as the Champion.
--Well, that was my first chapter! It took about two nights to write with fixing some spots and checking facts on Bulbapedia (the best Pokemon site in the world). Sorry if it's a little rough but I haven't taken any writing courses in school yet, nor had any instruction formally in the area. I chose to write a fanfic about Pokemon because it's my favorite series of games and I'm currently infatuated with it. I hope that some of the references I put in future chapters will get a chuckle out of the bigger fans. Hope to get the next chapter up soon, Ciao!--