Full Summary: "Come with me." It wasn't a question. Depending on the situation, it could be a request or demand. But what happens when a certain green haired teenager says those words? All Aimee knew was that she had to be careful. With the similarities between her Master and the teenager, she finds it hard to trust him. Will she be able to conquer her fears and let him in? Or will she confide in someone else? NxOC, slight CherenxOC (Maybe more than slight. I haven't quite decided yet. ;D)
A/N: Okay, so this is one of the choices for the poll on my profile. If you get a chance, please vote. And there is a note on this story on my profile, but I'll just put the important part here. I usually write better (actually, I have more ideas) in the middle of the night, so I'm not sure how often I'll update. But I'll try to update as soon as possible. So thank you, and I hope you enjoy. =)
Chapter One
They said they were going to make me the perfect bride. That's when the torture started.
I'm nervously looking around this strange town. I've never been anywhere outside castle before. I notice three people around my age. As I watch them, I can tell they've been friends for years. Unfortunately, one of the girls notices me. Her eyes widen and then close as she flashes me a smile. That's when the other two spot me. The girl who smiled at me waves me over.
I look around, making sure she isn't waving at someone else. Even though I hope she is, she isn't. I cautiously walk over. "Hi," I say.
The blonde smiles again and says, "Hi! I'm Bianca. Are you new around here?"
"Um… Yeah. I am."
"Well we can show you around, right, guys?" She doesn't even wait for them to respond before she grabs my hand and shows me the town. "We were about to start our own journeys. Did you want to come with us?"
"Uh… I don't think—"
"I think you should," the other girl says. "It would be lots of fun."
"Oh. Okay."
"I'm White, by the way."
"Nice to meet you. My name's Aimee."
White smiles at me, but nudges the boy standing next to her. The way he's looking at me makes me feel uncomfortable. It's like he's trying to figure something out. White sighs. "This is Cheren."
I stick my hand out, trying to be polite. "Nice to meet you, Cheren."
He just pushes his glasses up and stares at my hand.
I bring my hand back to my side. "I guess I'll just be going now." As I walk away, I can hear Bianca scolding Cheren.
I hear my name being called so I turn around. White is running towards me. "You need a Pokémon, right? So how about we go to Professor Juniper's lab. I'm sure she'd have one for you."
"Sure. That'd be great."
When we reach the lab, White calls out. "Professor Juniper!"
A second later, a lady with brunette hair piled on top of her head pops out from around the corner. "Hey, White! How are things going? Getting ready to set off on your journey?"
"Yes, I am getting ready, but I have to ask you something." White pauses and continues when the Professor nods. "You see, Aimee here is new and would like to start her own adventure."
"Is that right? Well, Aimee, you came to the right place. Let me bring out the starters." She disappears and returns with three pokéballs in her hand. "First, we have Snivy, a grass type. Second is Tepig, a fire type. And last but not least, Oshawott, a water type."
"Tepig is cute and all, so is Snivy, but I think the best choice would be Oshawott," I finally say after looking at the three Pokémon.
"Alright. I wish you the best!"
"Thank you, Professor." I take Oshawott's pokéball and ask it to return.
Once I'm outside, White turns to me and asks, "Why would the best choice be Oshawott?"
"Well you see…" I think about whether I should tell her or not. Just by looking at her, I can tell she's a friendly and trustworthy person. Nothing like Master. I shudder.
"Everything okay?"
"Yeah. It's just… never mind."
"Okay? Um, you were saying."
"Oh, yeah! I already have a Pokémon. It's a fire type so having another fire type with me wouldn't be such a great idea. Snivy wouldn't be great either because, even though it's strong against water, it would be weak against ground if it became part poison. And if it will become a grass/poison Pokémon, if I ever faced off against someone with ground type Pokémon, I'd kinda be screwed. With Oshawott, however, water type moves would be very effective and ground type moves wouldn't give as much damage as it would to either Snivy or Tepig." I stop talking for a brief second. "Sorry. That must've been pretty boring."
"No, not at all! I'm just amazed at how well you thought this through."
I scratch the back of my neck and chuckle. "Yeah. I'm going to try to have a well balanced team." I decide to get the topic off me. "So which Pokémon did you choose?"
White beams. "Tepig."
Tepig, huh? So that means Cheren must've chosen Oshawott as well… An idea comes to mind. "Hey, White!"
"Yeah?"
"Wanna see my first Pokémon?"
"I would love to!"
"Alright. Where's Cheren?"
"Huh?"
"I'm going to battle Cheren."
Her eyebrows scrunch together. "But he has—"
"Oshawott? I know."
"O-kay. He should be at Route 1."
"Great! Let's go then!" I start running away from her.
"Aimee!"
I turn around to look at her.
"This way," White says, pointing in the opposite direction.
"Oh… Pft. I totally knew that," I say, sarcasm dripping of my tongue.
"We've been waiting for you. Where have you been?" Cheren asks.
White responds by sticking her tongue out and saying, "None ya."
I decide to clear my throat and let my presence be known. The three look at me. "Cheren, I request a battle."
He just nods and walks away. When he turns around, White says, "Alright, you guys. One Pokémon each."
I hold my hands up in surrender when she looks at me.
"Whoever knocks out the opponent's Pokémon first is the winner. Ready? Go!"
I watch as Cheren throws his pokéball into the air. Sure enough, he has Oshawott. I put a hand on my first Pokémon. No, it's not my Oshawott. Call me crazy, but I'm sending out my fire type.
