I started this awhile back, right now I only have two chapters but I haven't been on this site for awhile, so I thought I might as well submit something. It can also be found on deviantART, so if you're ever confused you can go look for it there, usually the artist's descriptions will explain a bit of what's going on. It's not my best writing, but someone might enjoy it.
"Gramps! What took you so long?!"
Professor Oak walked into the lab, holding a Poke Ball in his right hand. Once he entered the lab, he placed the Poke Ball in a pocket in his lab coat. He gave the speaker, a young boy with spiky, brown hair a look of confusion, which was met with a glare from the young boy. After a moment, the professor seemed to remember something and smiled. "Ah, yes. Blue. I remember now, I asked you to come here."
"Duh," Blue mumbled under his breath, rolling his eyes.
Professor Oak walked past Blue, now close to the back of the small lab, and allowed the person behind him to enter. His hair was black, and it was spiky as well, though not nearly as much as Blue's. It was hard to see much of his hair that day, since it was hidden under a red hat that shielded his face. He wore a matching red jacket. Usually it was partially open so that the shirt underneath it could be seen, but it was fairly cold out that day, and as a result the boy had buttoned it up. He looked around the lab in wonder. Even though he'd known the professor, as well as Blue, since the moment he had been born, he'd never been inside the laboratory of the famous Professor Oak.
Red? Blue recognized the boy, surprised to see him. What's he doing here?
Eventually, Red managed to get himself to stop staring and enter the lab. Moving from the doorway, he kept going until he was standing next to Blue and parallel to the Professor. He gave the Professor a curious look, as if wanting to know what he was doing there. However, never being a boy of many words, he kept his mouth shut, waiting for the Professor to explain.
Professor, ignoring Blue for the moment, gestured to the desk off to the side, a little ways to his left. On the desk was a Poke Ball, sitting in the middle of the desk. Other than the single item, the Professor's desk, which was usually littered with papers and all sorts of things, was empty. "Red, when I was young, I was a serious Pokemon Trainer. It was my dream to catch every Pokemon and learn about them all. Unfortunately, at my old age, I have very few still in my possession. I want you to have the Pokemon in the Poke Ball over there. It's an Eevee, a very rare Pokemon."
I'm your grandson! Don't I get one, too? Blue thought. "Gramps! What about me?"
As Red walked over to the desk, Professor Oak smiled and walked over to Blue. "Don't worry, Blue, I haven't forgotten about you. I have a Pokemon for you, too." He reached into his lab coat and pulled out the Poke Ball he was holding earlier. "I found this Pikachu hanging outside of Pallet Town earlier today." Blue's interest was piqued at hearing the name Pikachu. "Pikachu's not quited as rare as Eevee," Professor Oak told him. "This one's a little wild, but I'm confident you can take care of it. You are my grandson, after all."
Professor Oak let the Pikachu out of its Poke Ball. It appeared with a flashing light, and brought a familiar smell of the forest to Blue's nostrils.
"Pikachu!" the Pikachu greeted Blue cheerfully as the light faded. It looked up at him with a smile, as if recognizing him.
It couldn't be... Blue's eyes were drawn to its tail. In the middle of the tail's end, there was a small white line splitting it in half, like a scratch that had just recently healed.
Blue took a step back and ran over to Red. Red, laid-back as ever, had taken his time walking over to the desk, and had just reached the destination, not yet picking up the Poke Ball.
"No way, Gramps!" Blue shoved Red out of the way and picked up Eevee's Poke Ball. "I want this one!"
"What about Pikachu?" Professor Oak asked.
"I've never liked Electric Pokemon, Gramps! You know that."
It was the early afternoon. A preteen woke up and pushed his blue blankets covered in yellow stars back. He sat up and ran a hand through his unruly hair that never ceased sticking up, as if he had a case of bedhead that never ended, and wondered what woke him up so early. This was quickly answered when he heard something knocking against the sliding-glass door next to his bed.
Wondering who would bother him at that hour, he stood up and took the two steps necessary to reach the door. It was pouring rain outside, with winds threatening to knock tree branches to the ground. At first, the preteen didn't see anyone outside other than the battling elements. However, when the knocking continued, he looked down and saw a small Pikachu. It appeared to be very cold, which he easily concluded was a result from the downpour outside.
Sighing, the preteen opened the glass door. "What do you want?" he asked the Pikachu, hoping he could solve this and go back to bed.
"Pika..." The Pikachu walked inside the room, bringing in the smell of a damp forest with it, and climbed onto the preteen's bed. It snuggled into his blankets and fell asleep.
"What are you..." The preteen was about to threaten to make the Pikachu leave, but once it fell asleep, he stopped. He certainly wasn't the nicest kid around, but he didn't have it in his heart to wake it up and make it leave. After all, it wouldn't do anyone any harm to let the Pikachu get some sleep and warm up, right? "Whatever." He closed the door and turned on the TV. "I'll just get some sleep when you wake up."