Pokemon Master

By: Wordsworth 13

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon

Introduction

Before I begin writing there is a point that must be made. This story is based directly around the Pokemon games and not on the cartoons. This is why.

--The author switches on a television displaying the Pokemon anime—

May: How long will this line be? I must have my ramen! Ramen is the greatest food on Earth. If it were a person I'd rape it!

Ash: When will I get a normal voice, I think it's actually gotten higher since this show started. And why the hell is my name Ash? What kind of crappy name is that!?

Brock: With all these badly written romances about us, why isn't there one about me!? I'm so alone... And aren't I supposed to be a Gym Leader, what am I doing outside of Pewter City!? And what the hell is a Pokemon Breeder!? What does it mean? No-one knows...

--The Author turns the television off--

See my point? I thought so.

Chapter 1: The Dawn of a New Adventure

Lucas gazed out of his window serenely at the soft sunlight and the azure sky. Clouds drifted across the blue vault as if they'd nowhere to be. Being composed entirely of moisture and not alive they didn't, but hopefully the simile makes sense anyway. It was, despite the protests of every English teacher on the planet, a nice day.

He sat up and switched the television on. There was some show about the red Gyarados on, which he watched for a while. Eventually he decided it was a good time to actually go outside and do something, if only to prevent himself getting fat. After stretching and tightening his scarf he teetered down the stairs and was told by his mother not to go into the tall grass. "Yeah, Mum, you tell me that everyday." He groaned, trotting out of the door.

As he stepped out into Twinleaf Town a man who was gazing distractedly over the village pond turned around. "Lucas?" He said "I think Pearl was looking for you."

"He was?" Lucas simply shrugged and walked towards Pearl's house.

He was about to knock on the door when it flew open and he was suddenly bowled over. "Hi Pearl." He wheezed as he rose to his feet. Already bolt upright was a boy with spiky blonde hair and pale skin.

"Oh, hi Lucas!" He blurted quickly "Did ya see that thing on TV about the red Gyarados in that lake. I'll bet Lake Verity's got something like that too, meet me there. It's a million PokeDollar fine if you're late."

The boy began to speed of into the distance before freezing up. "D'oh! Forgot something!" He turned tail and retreated back into his house.

"What the hell was that?" Lucas whispered to himself.

He slowly approached the door and this time successfully rapped his fist against it without being trample by someone who was either on acid or had eaten an entire bag of sugar for breakfast. Knowing Pearl it was probably the latter.

A woman he recognised as Pearl's mother came to the door, "Lucas, are you here to see Pearl?" He nodded, and she stepped to one side, allowing him entry. As he approached the stairwell she continued "He left and then just rushed back in, honestly that boy can't sit still." But Lucas had already ascended to the second story.

He saw pearl grabbing some things from his desk. The boy in the striped jumper noticed him "Oh, hi Lucas. Meet me at the lake, remember, it's a ten million PokeDollar fine if you're late!" He yelled, already halfway down the stairs. Lucas sighed and followed reluctantly. By the time he was out the door Pearl was nowhere to be seen, probably already at the clearing near the lake. Lucas jogged to the north side of the village and a green scarf caught his eye; Pearl had waited for him, but he had trouble standing still. He paced and occasionally stopped to tap his foot.

"Hey," Lucas breathed.

"Oh, you're here. That's good, two more seconds and it'd be a hundred million PokeDollar fine."

"Uh… Okay…"

"Well come on! That rare Pokemon's not gonna wait for us!" Pearl said, bolting towards the Verity Lakefront. Lucas groaned and dashed after him, then skidded to an abrupt halt when he'd seen that his friend had too stopped. He was staring at something.

Stood in a patch of tall grass were two people. The taller, an elderly man in a blue waistcoat, who had pale grey hair and a moustache, was saying something to the shorter, a slim girl about Lucas' age with black hair held back by two yellow clips. She was wearing a black dress and carrying a yellow purse of the same make as Lucas' rucksack; something which was surprisingly emasculating, at least in his eyes.

"Well, I think we've found all we can." The man said

"That's not a lot, though…" The girl replied dejectedly

"If there's something here we're not finding it today, I think we should return later."

"Very well. How does it feel being back in the Sinnoh Region, Professor Rowan? Four years is a long time to be away."

"It's nice to be home, Dawn, and Sinnoh is home to Pokemon found nowhere else in the world. It's a good research oportunity. We should get going."

The girl nodded and turned towards where Pearl and Lucas were standing. Pearl had already begun walking up to the lakefront, eager to conduct his own doomed investigation, Lucas naturally tailing him and struggling to keep his equilibrium whilst mimicking his companion's movement. The professor and the girl who was evidently named Dawn eyed them as they left. Lucas felt a pain in his arm to see Pearl elbowing him and grinning. He raised an eyebrow in bemusement.

"The girl winked at ya, you know." He chided suggestively

"Really? I didn't see that."

"What're you talking about? You couldn't stop staring at her!"

"Yes, but I wasn't looking at her face."

Pearl chuckled, and looked over the lakefront "Hey! They left their suitcase!" he said, returning to his usual high speed chatter. He made to approach the suitcase, rearing a leg back. Lucas placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Hold on, there are wild Pokemon in a place like this." He warned.

Pearl looked back at him and smiled confidently "Don't worry; we'll only be in the tall grass for a minute. Not enough time for any wild Pokemon to show up."

"If it's you there won't be time for a lightning to strike." Lucas joked. "What're we supposed to do with it, anyway?"

"I dunno, I guess we should give it back."

Lucas reluctantly stepped into the thick greenery and darted towards the suitcase, grabbing it in both hands. When he span around to run back out Pearl was directly behind him. "Dah! Move you idiot!" He hissed. Pearl raised his hands defensively and backed up slightly, only to find something small, and apparently excitable, nearly underfoot. Hearing, for want of a better phrase, an irritated melody he looked behind himself to see a small grey bird with a sharp beak and narrowed eyes. Crying out he tried to step back, which was technically forth, and tripped over his own feet.

Tumbling over he crashed into Lucas, who dropped the suitcase, and both fell to the floor with a bump. The suitcase crashed into terra firma with a force that jolted the clasp out of place, three small, baseball sized, balls flying out of it. Each was a bright, cherry red on top and pure white on the bottom, the two nations of dazzling pigment separated by a wall of black and a round white button.

Lucas looked up to see another avian approaching with a malevolent glint in its beady black eyes. He scrambled on all fours away until he was at the land's edge, as had Pearl. They had now essentially switched positions and were both still being menaced by the wild creatures. "Liiiiiiiiiiii!" One of them screeched.

Entering Lucas' vision were the plastic orbs, now sitting either on the grass or in the suitcase, and his eyes met with Pearl's. It seemed they had both had the same idea. Simultaneously they both reached out and grabbed the one farthest away from themselves. He reared back, in his had that which many would recognise as a PokeBall, a capsule device which converts Pokemon into energy and stores them in a miniature habitat, and threw it.

A burst of light, a defiant tweet and a small creature that most would associate with a penguin chick.

Lucas yelled "Go! Uh… Blue Thing!"

The Piplup turned around to glare at him, before being knocked to the ground by the other bird. "Pi!" It cried.

"Not good…" Lucas whispered to himself.

The penguin Pokemon rose to its feet, daring the other creature to attack. Now it was a matter of pride. As the starling Pokemon dove at it again it leapt into the air, weighing itself down during the descent, ploughing into the enemy, which emitted and pained wheeze and drooped in a semi-conscious daze. Lucas' protector chirped in delight at the beaten foe. Lucas quickly grasped its ball and tried to figure out how to get it back in.

Dawn gasped running back to the clearing. How could they have forgotten the briefcase!? She skidded to a stop, moving some dirt up, when she saw the Professor's Piplup and Turtwig out of their PokeBalls, both the children she'd spotted earlier holding the orbs in their hands, the one in the black shirt looking at his in forlorn confusion.

She winced and whispered to herself: "Ooooh, dear…"

And that is that as they say. Was it funny, well written? If you're hungry for the next chapter you'll have to review. Please make your various and unending criticisms constructive.