A Ripple in the Sea
Author's Notes: It truly didn't start out as Pokemon, but I found that Pokemon was the only thing able to fill in the odd blanks of this story that was a daydream I had one night before going to sleep. It's more anime- style-ish but hopefully it turns out good still. I've never written a Pokemon story before, it's a bit exciting. Anyway, this story actually fits many of the genres, I just picked two of the main ones. I'll try to add a new chapter as often as I can. I WILL do cliffhangers as it's a wonderful way to drive readers crazy and keep them interested at the same time.
Disclaimer: Heh, disclaimer is a funny word. It sounds like "I'm dis- claiming something"like, I'm un-claiming it or something, and I guess I am. Or I could just be "dissin' claimers" or...well anyway, I don't own Pokemon, but a lot of the characters are my own original ideas, and I'd like to keep it as so.
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Perhaps destiny rely's on the strange actions taken by humans who don't know what their life will amount to in the end. Destiny may weave itself deep into the heart of every person and shade their eyes while it sucks away at their soul. This way, if a mother was to have a child and treat him just as she intends, and her motherhood plans are rewarded when her baby grows into a man, only to be the dirtiest and the rudest of all the boys he'd grown up with. No mother can control the way the plants shall look after they bloom whether or not she's watered them properly. It is all partially up to her, and partially up to the independent child, who decides what is to become of himself.
Somehow deep inside of the heart is a feeling, a feeling or worry- over what one cannot control. This same feeling lives and eats away the weak, and this same feeling is conquered by the determined who know and do not fear surprises or challenges, or changes.
Kaiya, with her soft blue eyes, and smooth skin of cream, was known herself to ponder the actual meaning of her existence. Her long, elegant fingers dropped themselves through her hair, which was in itself like a masterpiece of gentle, flowing, unified off white, though darker then her light skin and lighter then the lightest blonde. It reached no longer then the lower ends of her shoulder blades, but was so intensely layered each strand could be considered it's own original wanderer. Kaiya was, however, no greater in beauty then the stars of the night sky, shimmering in all their pride. Nothing in the form of a female would look upon Kaiya without the slightest envy, no one but the most wondrously made beings, for Kaiya was not a perfection.
She looked now into the small screen of her desk computer, attempting to install some sort of software. Her thoughts of playing some time-taking PC game to keep her from being bored to tears were quickly interrupted by a banging-like knocking on the window. She jumped, startled and peered dumbly at the window in surprise.
"Miles?" Her soft voice said, in a confused, stupefied manner.
Kaiya was very intelligent, though sometimes her superior daydreams led to react differently then the clearer-minded person.
"Lemme in Kai don't you know it's rude to keep folks waiting at the window." Was the boy's reply.
Miles, full of sarcasm and a dull sense of humor, was one of Kaiya's friends since the first grade. They'd played cafeteria pranks and such when they were young, but now it seemed as if only one was growing any older. Miles had a blob of unbrushed black strands for hair, and small, sharp brown eyes that seemed to dig into everyone's business. He did, however, have a serious side just as his wild hair was matched with nice, casual clothes, giving him a "slob with dignity" look. This conflict of style was one of the few things Miles and Kaiya shared. Though Kaiya's clothes consisted of a single colored tank top, which was expected of a girl her age, though covered in the summer by a black vest with pockets on either side and a zipper running down the middle, and in the winter, a loose black jacket she'd wear over her shirts. However, she always wore some form of bell bottomed pants, usually quite lose starting below the knees. She refused to completely ignore the fashion at the time, but wouldn't submit to it all together.
"Kaiya!" Called Miles from the window, becoming impatient.
"Hey, Miles, I have a door." She said, opening the window.
"Yeah, that's nice." He said, gazing about her room with a triumphant look. The walls were covered in posters of various Pokemon, and her desk was cluttered with books about them as well as paperweights, Pokemon dolls were aligned on her bed. The most spotted of them was Eevee, she seemed to have a passion for that adorable bundle of fur.
"Hey, guess what?" Miles asking in a toying tone.
"Yeah?" Kaiya answered, stretching her fingers.
"I wanna show ya something cool, you up to it?" He asked.
"Sure, okay, nothing better to do then mope around, eh?" She responded, picking up her white backpack and slinging it dutifully over her shoulder.
Miles nodded excitedly and practically leaped back out the window.
"Come on or I'll wash my pants!" He yelped from the ground below her window.
"Yeah, yeah, okay..." Kaiya said, yawning while deliberately walking slowly down her ancient looking hallway. She stopped briefly next to her older sister, Juna's room and called out to her.
"'Ey, uh, Juna, I'm going somewhere with Miles for a bit okay?"
Juna was far more into her compact CD player then what her little sister had to say. Or perhaps it'd invaded her ear drums so constantly she'd became deaf. Either way, Kaiya was forced to restate her message in a louder tone.
"Juna! I'm leaving!" She yelled.
"Like I care." Juna replied, waving her sister her dismissal.
Kaiya sighed. She was sure Juna thought of her as nothing more then an annoyance and would be glad if nothing else for her to leave. Kaiya sulked through the kitchen and out the front door, sweeping it softly shut behind her. Once Juna was sure her little sister was out of sight, she removed the big headphones and flopped upside down to peer under her bed. She held her long blonde hair back with one hand and pulled a band and a package from under the bed with the other. Juna sat and smiled softly down at the delicately wrapped package with it's pink ribbon and Pokemon theme paper. Juna then tied one more thing onto the already appealing ribbon. A small, crystal charm shaped in the form of an Eevee. It made the perfect finish to the package far too perfect to be destroyed. She slowly pushed herself off her luxury canopy bed, yawning, and searched the floor with her bare feet until she discovered her slippers.
Juna tiptoed through the ancient hallway to her sister's empty room, and crept in, placed the package carefully on the bed, along with an envelope containing her hand-made card. Juna nodded, for she knew exactly what Miles was up to.
Kaiya walked in silence down the sidewalk her small town while Miles chatted excitedly about completely random subjects, but refused to let Kaiya know where the were destined. He was quite determined to keep it a secret.
"Almost there." He said at last as they neared the one, and only park located in their town. Kaiya laughed as he performed a spin in mid-air.
"Whatever you're up to, it must be pretty important." She declared.
"Yes! Yes, now close your eyes you can't look anymore it'll ruin it!" He demanded, and discontinued walking until she'd closed her eyes. He led her the rest of the way by playing the childish "follow my voice" game. Kaiya paid no mind, however, she focused on how the wind smelled strangely like cottage cheese. She couldn't recall ever being in a part of town that smelled as such, and began to wonder if perhaps she was only dreKaiyang, and her mother's cooking was breaking through her senses.
"Stop. We're here. Open your eyes Kai!" Miles shouted in delight.
Kaiya's eyes shot open and she was completely shocked to see before her a feast set precisely on a long, wooden picnic table. There were all sorts of foods including crisp potato chips, huge, full pickles, a bowl of homemade cole slaw as well as potato salad, hot dogs, and a huge vanilla cake with tiny figurines of all Kaiya's favorite Pokemon. The icing on her cake spelled out "Happy 16th Birthday!".
"Surprise!" Yelled out the assembled party, all friends she'd known a long time.
Kaiya's face went from that of surprise to cheerful at the sight of her friends. She was in fact so deeply touched, her eyes quickly filled with moisture-no one had ever thrown her a surprise party.
"Aw, Kaiya, no blubbering on your birthday!" One of her friend, Alore, chimed.
"It's her party she can cry if she want's to, cry if she wants to..." Another friend of Kaiya's sang out. Kaiya laughed and cried at the same time.
"Thanks you guys. It really means a lot to me." She whispered hardly loud enough to be heard. Miles handed her a tissue from his pocket and motioned for them to sit. Kaiya took her place in front of her cake, trying to quickly wipe her eyes so no one would think she was upset. She couldn't believe how much her friends cared about her-to do all this! She was sure she wasn't worth all the trouble.
They all gathered around to help themselves to all the foods-all but the cake. That was for dessert. Kaiya ate very little but still enjoyed the bit she did eat.
"Alright, who made the potato salad! It needs mustard..." Miles said, looking accusingly at the female party guests.
"No it was Izzy, must have been Izzy cause we all know he can't cook." Replied one of the girls, giggling and reaching across to punch Izzy playfully. Izzy, the freckled red-headed kid, quickly dodged and shook his head.
"I cook better that any of ye." He said, crossing his arms.
"Ah whatever, it's time for the cake!" Miles said.
The candles were lit and Kaiya was forced to bear the twenty second wait while her friends sang a very out-of-tune "happy birthday" song, before she blew out the candles.
"You guys need singing classes." She joked, sticking her tongue out and rolling her eyes back.
"Aw, hey man, don't make me bust out my hymnal." Said another of the party members.
"Ha!" Kaiya said, trying to imagine him singing to the beat of a piano. This response was rewarded promptly when a blob of sugary icing and cake smacked her against the forehead.
"Yeah! Food fight!"
After an hour-long festival of throwing cake at each other, no one was left clean or half-decent looking. The fight had been fun, though now they were limited to eating cake off their own clothes. The table was covered in icing at well, and now Izzy had elected himself to find each of the little Pokemon figurines who had been slung about during the cake throwing party.
Suddenly, as if she'd just remembered something, Alore pointed to the heaping pile of wrapped presents.
"Can she open them now?" Alore asked Miles, who seemed to be the founder of the entire party.
"Yeah, of course, that's the last thing to do." Miles replied.
They waited while Kaiya and Alore cleaned the sticky icing off the picnic table and made their three trips to the trash barrel and back in the process. It was quite laboring, to them.
"Okay, you have tons of presents so the plan is open, say thanks, put it aside, then go right to the next one, that way we may get done in thirty minutes before everyone has to go." Miles explained.
Kaiya designated two "present handers", two "trash throwers" and a backup just incase she fainted. Miles made himself the "official Kaiya's birthday party present opening supervisor" to keep everyone in order. This made the whole process quite easy, and somewhat more like a race. Kaiya did, however, love everyone's gifts. Most were Pokemon, especially Eevee related gifts, some of these gifts being clothes, a waterbottle, a baseball cap, board games, jewelry, blankets, CDs, and even an Eevee decorated phone cover for her cell phone. Her friends had gone all out this year, it seemed.
At last, after every package had been opened, Miles presented to Kaiya his present. It was not wrapped or fancied up, in fact, all she did was pull it from a paper bag. Kaiya was confused.
"You got me a belt Miles...?" She thought out loud. She wasn't dissatisfied with the gift, it was just very unlike Miles to give a gift such as a belt. Last year he'd given her a rubber chicken, and the year before that a ship in a bottle, and always silly little things. She wondered if perhaps the belt was a trick belt-it did look rather strange. But it wasn't.
"Not just ANY belt, Kai. This is a special belt Pokemon trainer wear to hold their Pokeballs, see?" He explained, digging from his pocket a single, round Pokeball, and holding it out for her to take.
The blood had drained from Kaiya's head and she was unable to move and just stared blankly in astonishment.
"Oh my God." She whispered, now starting to feel like that backup she'd assigned for fainting would come in handy after all.
"Take it, go on." Miles said, urging her on.
With shaky hands, Kaiya took the Pokeball from Miles's hand and simply stared at it-again so full of thoughts her body lacked the normal reactions.
"Hey, gonna try it out?" Said the guy who'd thrown cake at her.
She nodded and stood up, summoning the creature from inside the Pokeball.
"Pokeball go!" A line she'd shouted many times as a child, playing pretend Pokemon with friends. Now, she thought, this was real.
Out from inside appeared a light that slowly formed into the image of a black Pokemon, with green eyes and short ears that seemed to want to be erect, but couldn't quite manage it, and flopped down the sides of it's head. It's fur was black with a silvery undercoat, giving the Pokemon a magnificent shine to it's fluffy fur. It's tail was considerably fluffier then the rest of it's fur. The pokemon looked somewhat similar to a puppy or a rabbit, or even a pig in some aspects.
"This is Nanowolf. We looked everywhere for an Eevee, but we had no luck. Nanowolf is kind of similar to an Eevee, maybe..." Alore said, walking up behind Kaiya.
"Naanaannoo." Howled the young Nanowolf.
"He sure is playful." Miles commented with a smirk.
Kaiya was still at a loss for words when the Nanowolf approached her curiously, wagging it's fluffy long tail high in the air. Kaiya bend to her knees and held out a hand for Nanowolf to sniff. The young pup made such a dramatic deal of sniffing every inch of her then jumping up to lick her playfully all over the face. Kaiya giggled happily.
"I'll name you Coal, because your fur is as dark as coal. But it makes you adorable." She said, kissing him on the nose.
"Naaannooo!" Coal yelped excitedly and began to chase after his tail.
"Thanks Miles, you're great." Kaiya said.
"It's from everyone. So, that means you're coming right?" Miles asked quickly.
"Coming where?" Kaiya asked, confused.
"To the Annual Pokemon Tournament in Sablesky, a few towns away..." Miles answered.
"Oi..." Said Kaiya.
"You always said you wanted to be a Pokemon trainer." Miles persisted.
Kaiya watched Coal bound around her feet happily.
"Okay." She said hesitantly.
"Yeah! We'll leave tomorrow afternoon! I'll take my Diglett. Meet me at the telephone pole Kai. And don't worry-you're mom and sister know already!" Miles said happily, but his voice now seemed far away from Kaiya, she wondered how this would change her destiny.
Author's Notes: It truly didn't start out as Pokemon, but I found that Pokemon was the only thing able to fill in the odd blanks of this story that was a daydream I had one night before going to sleep. It's more anime- style-ish but hopefully it turns out good still. I've never written a Pokemon story before, it's a bit exciting. Anyway, this story actually fits many of the genres, I just picked two of the main ones. I'll try to add a new chapter as often as I can. I WILL do cliffhangers as it's a wonderful way to drive readers crazy and keep them interested at the same time.
Disclaimer: Heh, disclaimer is a funny word. It sounds like "I'm dis- claiming something"like, I'm un-claiming it or something, and I guess I am. Or I could just be "dissin' claimers" or...well anyway, I don't own Pokemon, but a lot of the characters are my own original ideas, and I'd like to keep it as so.
***
Perhaps destiny rely's on the strange actions taken by humans who don't know what their life will amount to in the end. Destiny may weave itself deep into the heart of every person and shade their eyes while it sucks away at their soul. This way, if a mother was to have a child and treat him just as she intends, and her motherhood plans are rewarded when her baby grows into a man, only to be the dirtiest and the rudest of all the boys he'd grown up with. No mother can control the way the plants shall look after they bloom whether or not she's watered them properly. It is all partially up to her, and partially up to the independent child, who decides what is to become of himself.
Somehow deep inside of the heart is a feeling, a feeling or worry- over what one cannot control. This same feeling lives and eats away the weak, and this same feeling is conquered by the determined who know and do not fear surprises or challenges, or changes.
Kaiya, with her soft blue eyes, and smooth skin of cream, was known herself to ponder the actual meaning of her existence. Her long, elegant fingers dropped themselves through her hair, which was in itself like a masterpiece of gentle, flowing, unified off white, though darker then her light skin and lighter then the lightest blonde. It reached no longer then the lower ends of her shoulder blades, but was so intensely layered each strand could be considered it's own original wanderer. Kaiya was, however, no greater in beauty then the stars of the night sky, shimmering in all their pride. Nothing in the form of a female would look upon Kaiya without the slightest envy, no one but the most wondrously made beings, for Kaiya was not a perfection.
She looked now into the small screen of her desk computer, attempting to install some sort of software. Her thoughts of playing some time-taking PC game to keep her from being bored to tears were quickly interrupted by a banging-like knocking on the window. She jumped, startled and peered dumbly at the window in surprise.
"Miles?" Her soft voice said, in a confused, stupefied manner.
Kaiya was very intelligent, though sometimes her superior daydreams led to react differently then the clearer-minded person.
"Lemme in Kai don't you know it's rude to keep folks waiting at the window." Was the boy's reply.
Miles, full of sarcasm and a dull sense of humor, was one of Kaiya's friends since the first grade. They'd played cafeteria pranks and such when they were young, but now it seemed as if only one was growing any older. Miles had a blob of unbrushed black strands for hair, and small, sharp brown eyes that seemed to dig into everyone's business. He did, however, have a serious side just as his wild hair was matched with nice, casual clothes, giving him a "slob with dignity" look. This conflict of style was one of the few things Miles and Kaiya shared. Though Kaiya's clothes consisted of a single colored tank top, which was expected of a girl her age, though covered in the summer by a black vest with pockets on either side and a zipper running down the middle, and in the winter, a loose black jacket she'd wear over her shirts. However, she always wore some form of bell bottomed pants, usually quite lose starting below the knees. She refused to completely ignore the fashion at the time, but wouldn't submit to it all together.
"Kaiya!" Called Miles from the window, becoming impatient.
"Hey, Miles, I have a door." She said, opening the window.
"Yeah, that's nice." He said, gazing about her room with a triumphant look. The walls were covered in posters of various Pokemon, and her desk was cluttered with books about them as well as paperweights, Pokemon dolls were aligned on her bed. The most spotted of them was Eevee, she seemed to have a passion for that adorable bundle of fur.
"Hey, guess what?" Miles asking in a toying tone.
"Yeah?" Kaiya answered, stretching her fingers.
"I wanna show ya something cool, you up to it?" He asked.
"Sure, okay, nothing better to do then mope around, eh?" She responded, picking up her white backpack and slinging it dutifully over her shoulder.
Miles nodded excitedly and practically leaped back out the window.
"Come on or I'll wash my pants!" He yelped from the ground below her window.
"Yeah, yeah, okay..." Kaiya said, yawning while deliberately walking slowly down her ancient looking hallway. She stopped briefly next to her older sister, Juna's room and called out to her.
"'Ey, uh, Juna, I'm going somewhere with Miles for a bit okay?"
Juna was far more into her compact CD player then what her little sister had to say. Or perhaps it'd invaded her ear drums so constantly she'd became deaf. Either way, Kaiya was forced to restate her message in a louder tone.
"Juna! I'm leaving!" She yelled.
"Like I care." Juna replied, waving her sister her dismissal.
Kaiya sighed. She was sure Juna thought of her as nothing more then an annoyance and would be glad if nothing else for her to leave. Kaiya sulked through the kitchen and out the front door, sweeping it softly shut behind her. Once Juna was sure her little sister was out of sight, she removed the big headphones and flopped upside down to peer under her bed. She held her long blonde hair back with one hand and pulled a band and a package from under the bed with the other. Juna sat and smiled softly down at the delicately wrapped package with it's pink ribbon and Pokemon theme paper. Juna then tied one more thing onto the already appealing ribbon. A small, crystal charm shaped in the form of an Eevee. It made the perfect finish to the package far too perfect to be destroyed. She slowly pushed herself off her luxury canopy bed, yawning, and searched the floor with her bare feet until she discovered her slippers.
Juna tiptoed through the ancient hallway to her sister's empty room, and crept in, placed the package carefully on the bed, along with an envelope containing her hand-made card. Juna nodded, for she knew exactly what Miles was up to.
Kaiya walked in silence down the sidewalk her small town while Miles chatted excitedly about completely random subjects, but refused to let Kaiya know where the were destined. He was quite determined to keep it a secret.
"Almost there." He said at last as they neared the one, and only park located in their town. Kaiya laughed as he performed a spin in mid-air.
"Whatever you're up to, it must be pretty important." She declared.
"Yes! Yes, now close your eyes you can't look anymore it'll ruin it!" He demanded, and discontinued walking until she'd closed her eyes. He led her the rest of the way by playing the childish "follow my voice" game. Kaiya paid no mind, however, she focused on how the wind smelled strangely like cottage cheese. She couldn't recall ever being in a part of town that smelled as such, and began to wonder if perhaps she was only dreKaiyang, and her mother's cooking was breaking through her senses.
"Stop. We're here. Open your eyes Kai!" Miles shouted in delight.
Kaiya's eyes shot open and she was completely shocked to see before her a feast set precisely on a long, wooden picnic table. There were all sorts of foods including crisp potato chips, huge, full pickles, a bowl of homemade cole slaw as well as potato salad, hot dogs, and a huge vanilla cake with tiny figurines of all Kaiya's favorite Pokemon. The icing on her cake spelled out "Happy 16th Birthday!".
"Surprise!" Yelled out the assembled party, all friends she'd known a long time.
Kaiya's face went from that of surprise to cheerful at the sight of her friends. She was in fact so deeply touched, her eyes quickly filled with moisture-no one had ever thrown her a surprise party.
"Aw, Kaiya, no blubbering on your birthday!" One of her friend, Alore, chimed.
"It's her party she can cry if she want's to, cry if she wants to..." Another friend of Kaiya's sang out. Kaiya laughed and cried at the same time.
"Thanks you guys. It really means a lot to me." She whispered hardly loud enough to be heard. Miles handed her a tissue from his pocket and motioned for them to sit. Kaiya took her place in front of her cake, trying to quickly wipe her eyes so no one would think she was upset. She couldn't believe how much her friends cared about her-to do all this! She was sure she wasn't worth all the trouble.
They all gathered around to help themselves to all the foods-all but the cake. That was for dessert. Kaiya ate very little but still enjoyed the bit she did eat.
"Alright, who made the potato salad! It needs mustard..." Miles said, looking accusingly at the female party guests.
"No it was Izzy, must have been Izzy cause we all know he can't cook." Replied one of the girls, giggling and reaching across to punch Izzy playfully. Izzy, the freckled red-headed kid, quickly dodged and shook his head.
"I cook better that any of ye." He said, crossing his arms.
"Ah whatever, it's time for the cake!" Miles said.
The candles were lit and Kaiya was forced to bear the twenty second wait while her friends sang a very out-of-tune "happy birthday" song, before she blew out the candles.
"You guys need singing classes." She joked, sticking her tongue out and rolling her eyes back.
"Aw, hey man, don't make me bust out my hymnal." Said another of the party members.
"Ha!" Kaiya said, trying to imagine him singing to the beat of a piano. This response was rewarded promptly when a blob of sugary icing and cake smacked her against the forehead.
"Yeah! Food fight!"
After an hour-long festival of throwing cake at each other, no one was left clean or half-decent looking. The fight had been fun, though now they were limited to eating cake off their own clothes. The table was covered in icing at well, and now Izzy had elected himself to find each of the little Pokemon figurines who had been slung about during the cake throwing party.
Suddenly, as if she'd just remembered something, Alore pointed to the heaping pile of wrapped presents.
"Can she open them now?" Alore asked Miles, who seemed to be the founder of the entire party.
"Yeah, of course, that's the last thing to do." Miles replied.
They waited while Kaiya and Alore cleaned the sticky icing off the picnic table and made their three trips to the trash barrel and back in the process. It was quite laboring, to them.
"Okay, you have tons of presents so the plan is open, say thanks, put it aside, then go right to the next one, that way we may get done in thirty minutes before everyone has to go." Miles explained.
Kaiya designated two "present handers", two "trash throwers" and a backup just incase she fainted. Miles made himself the "official Kaiya's birthday party present opening supervisor" to keep everyone in order. This made the whole process quite easy, and somewhat more like a race. Kaiya did, however, love everyone's gifts. Most were Pokemon, especially Eevee related gifts, some of these gifts being clothes, a waterbottle, a baseball cap, board games, jewelry, blankets, CDs, and even an Eevee decorated phone cover for her cell phone. Her friends had gone all out this year, it seemed.
At last, after every package had been opened, Miles presented to Kaiya his present. It was not wrapped or fancied up, in fact, all she did was pull it from a paper bag. Kaiya was confused.
"You got me a belt Miles...?" She thought out loud. She wasn't dissatisfied with the gift, it was just very unlike Miles to give a gift such as a belt. Last year he'd given her a rubber chicken, and the year before that a ship in a bottle, and always silly little things. She wondered if perhaps the belt was a trick belt-it did look rather strange. But it wasn't.
"Not just ANY belt, Kai. This is a special belt Pokemon trainer wear to hold their Pokeballs, see?" He explained, digging from his pocket a single, round Pokeball, and holding it out for her to take.
The blood had drained from Kaiya's head and she was unable to move and just stared blankly in astonishment.
"Oh my God." She whispered, now starting to feel like that backup she'd assigned for fainting would come in handy after all.
"Take it, go on." Miles said, urging her on.
With shaky hands, Kaiya took the Pokeball from Miles's hand and simply stared at it-again so full of thoughts her body lacked the normal reactions.
"Hey, gonna try it out?" Said the guy who'd thrown cake at her.
She nodded and stood up, summoning the creature from inside the Pokeball.
"Pokeball go!" A line she'd shouted many times as a child, playing pretend Pokemon with friends. Now, she thought, this was real.
Out from inside appeared a light that slowly formed into the image of a black Pokemon, with green eyes and short ears that seemed to want to be erect, but couldn't quite manage it, and flopped down the sides of it's head. It's fur was black with a silvery undercoat, giving the Pokemon a magnificent shine to it's fluffy fur. It's tail was considerably fluffier then the rest of it's fur. The pokemon looked somewhat similar to a puppy or a rabbit, or even a pig in some aspects.
"This is Nanowolf. We looked everywhere for an Eevee, but we had no luck. Nanowolf is kind of similar to an Eevee, maybe..." Alore said, walking up behind Kaiya.
"Naanaannoo." Howled the young Nanowolf.
"He sure is playful." Miles commented with a smirk.
Kaiya was still at a loss for words when the Nanowolf approached her curiously, wagging it's fluffy long tail high in the air. Kaiya bend to her knees and held out a hand for Nanowolf to sniff. The young pup made such a dramatic deal of sniffing every inch of her then jumping up to lick her playfully all over the face. Kaiya giggled happily.
"I'll name you Coal, because your fur is as dark as coal. But it makes you adorable." She said, kissing him on the nose.
"Naaannooo!" Coal yelped excitedly and began to chase after his tail.
"Thanks Miles, you're great." Kaiya said.
"It's from everyone. So, that means you're coming right?" Miles asked quickly.
"Coming where?" Kaiya asked, confused.
"To the Annual Pokemon Tournament in Sablesky, a few towns away..." Miles answered.
"Oi..." Said Kaiya.
"You always said you wanted to be a Pokemon trainer." Miles persisted.
Kaiya watched Coal bound around her feet happily.
"Okay." She said hesitantly.
"Yeah! We'll leave tomorrow afternoon! I'll take my Diglett. Meet me at the telephone pole Kai. And don't worry-you're mom and sister know already!" Miles said happily, but his voice now seemed far away from Kaiya, she wondered how this would change her destiny.