The Wave of a Soul
Story inspired by The World Outside Home by Strife543
This is my first time writing a story. AND its in 1st person view, my god.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Pokemon world or the creatures inhabiting it, in any way or form. I do however, own the characters created for the intended fanfiction.
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Chapter 1: Partings
- Aiden's POV -
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I looked at myself in the mirror. Dull green eyes scanning over myself multiple times for any flaws or mistakes on my attire. I was very conscious person when it came to looks so I'd always end up paying much of my time in the morning fixing my hair and picking the right clothes to wear. It consumed too much time however as everyday I ended up late at school. Today was probably going to be no exception.
"Aiden!" A voice called from downstairs "Haven't you left for school yet?"
"I'll be out in a minute!" I shouted back. Checking myself one more time in the mirror, I quickly dashed to my bedside where my open bag lay, checking to make sure all the things I would need for this voyage are in here before zipping it up and slinging it over my shoulder and scurrying out of my room. Damn this thing was heavier than it looked, even though it contained all the things I could possibly need, my mother probably went a bit overboard with the shopping. 'Would I really need to carry something like this on my journey?' I wondered while jogging down the stairs.
Today was officially the day I would be starting my career as a Pokemon Trainer like every other kid of my age. Today, was the day I would be leaving this dull and featureless town named as New Bark Town. This only excitement you could find in this town watching Pokemon battles on the TV, occasionally trainers that are not from this town would stop by to battle another trainer to show off their skills but even then it was a rare occurance.
I was greeted by the strong scent of slightly burnt waffles when I reached the bottom of the stairs. As strange as I may be but I really disliked the smell of toasted meals in the morning, especially waffles, they always somehow made me feel severely uncomfortable with their warm heated scent.
"wfy hewwo, wook whu duhcided to finawwy join us." " A muffled but familiar voice greeted me. Looking to my left I saw none other than my first and best friend ever since I moved into this town seven years ago, Forrest Panther. A guy with hair darker than the darkest shade of black and deeper green eyes than mine. "A guy with a face full of waffles." I thought to myself.
Surpise was clearly evident on my face. Surely he would rather be at school to recieve his first Pokemon than to wait for someone and end up being late like me, instead of consuming waffles like a Snorlax who hasn't eaten in years. "What are you-" I began to ask.
"-Doing here?" He quickly cut in, swallowing the last of the waffles on the plate. "Just waiting for you buddy, and a long time at that. Damn your mother makes good waffles." He groaned. I didn't know if he was groaning at my slowness or because of the taste of waffles he was munching on. Looks like he helped himself to my breakfast, not that I cared much for them but..
Raising an eyebrow, "How long have you been waiting?" I asked. I knew Forrest wasn't the type to wait for someone, he hated waiiting in fact. He wasn't someone who rushed into things either, he was more of a person who did things at his own pace with no one slowing him down or pushing him into things.
"About half an hour, he's been very patient and has been waiting for a long time so I thought I may as well give him something to eat." My mother joined in, smiling while carrying a plate of more waffles from the kitchen. "Care for some more?" She asked. I watched as Forrest nodded quickly, wolfing down on those disgusting things. He may be the kind of easy-going and laidback kinda guy but he definitely wasn't the type to turn down free food, Forrest's love for food was unstoppable. But watching him eat was making me hungry too...
"Ugh, now's not the time!" I mentally scolded myself, shaking my head. "Today I'm free of this pithole... And from these dreaded waffles." I reminded myself.
"You're going to wear just that on your journey?" I heard my mothers voice, snapping me back into reality. "What?" I asked, a puzzled expression on my face and looking down at myself. Did she mean my white shoes with red and green markings on it, my mismatched socks of various polka dot and striped colours, my black cargo shorts with a matching coloured long-sleeved turtleneck or the black and white stripped shirt over it? I looked back up at her, expression still the same.
"You look like a clown" Forrest said, chuckling as he ate the last of the waffles "Whats wrong with it Mr. Goblin?" I retorted, afterall his attire did mostly consist of black and green clothing. Green T-shirt with a Pokeball picture on it with a long-sleeved black shirt underneath. He too, wore black cargo pants but with old worn out brown shoes and white socks. All in all he looked like a tree.
I've tried giving him tips of picking some decent clothes that didn't make him blend in with the green enviroment but he always refused, saying that 'this was his style' and such. Plus he thought it wasn't a good idea to accept advice from someone who dresses like a clown, as he called my choices of clothing. If he thinks I look ridiculousand vice-versa then we must look quite the odd pair to the other people of this town.
Aside from me, the clown, and my partner in crime, the tree, there was another interesting person that resided in this town. A famous person at that and its none other than Professor Elm, the scientist who studies Pokemon Breeding as well as the first person to discover a real Pokemon egg. He was responsible for handing out the rare starters to the three people who pass the PTE, the Pokemon Trainer Exam.
The exam itself was no easy feat as not only does it contain difficult questions and surveys, but every other school that raises trainers in the Johto region takes part. So the chances of passing and being selected to have the right of picking one of the three Pokemon; Chikorita, Cyndaquil and Totodile, were very slim. I wasn't skilled when it came to knowledge about Pokemon and trainers so naturally I failed the test. Hell, I scored as one of the lowest, it didn't concern me in the least but there were rumors circulating that two students from New Bark had succeeded in passing and being selected as the rightful trainers to choose from one of the rare starters.
"As long as I can go out and travel the world, I'm okay with it." I thought, excitement building up in me.
Snapping back into reality again, I realised that my mother had been talking to me this whole time. Something about not being warm enough with the clothes I have on now. "Don't worry, I'll be fine, mother." Interrupting and reassuring her. "If it gets too cold, I'll just wear the jersey thats inside the bag." Truth was, I didn't have a jersey in my bag, no way was I going to wear that dreaded thing, even if it was bought for me specifically for this journey.
Just as she was about to say something, I cut in quickly, already expecting what she was going to say. "Yes, I have clean clothes and everything inside." She looked relieved at that.
Turning around and looking at the door, I found Forrest already waiting there. Clearly showing that he was not prepared to wait for me any longer by the tapping of his shoe, I began to make my way towards the door when suddenly I was pulled back and flung around by my arm and embraced by my mother. I was half-expecting this kind of situation coming up but was nonetheless surpised by it. Afterall, I wasn't going to be returning home for a long time, a very long time in fact.
"You be careful out there okay? Promise me that you'll be careful..." She whispers in my ear, while hugging my even tighter. I looked up at her face, her long locks of black hair brushing against my face, green eyes on the verge of tears. "The same green eyes that were passed onto me.." I couldn't help but note everytime I looked into them. Truthfully I didn't like all this warm and touching situations but I didn't want to appear cold and heartless infront of my mother, infront of anyone in fact.
I couldn't imagine how hard this must be for her. First she lost father and now she was able to lose me, left alone by herself in the soon-to-be empty house. Father suddenly disappaered one day from the town, he left during the night and suddenly vanished as there wasn't a trace of him left anywhere, even the neighbouring towns and cities, or so thats what I had been told. We didn't even know if he was still alive or not.
Gently wrapping my arms around her, I softly whisper back the words "I promise." I didn't even know if I could keep such a promise but if it made her happy with just words then I said it.
We stood there for a while, embracing each other. Simply enjoying the last moments we have with one another, until finally I was let go. I slowly walked backwards towards the door before turning around and walking out, I never imagined it to be this hard to part ways with someone who you've spent so much of your life with, I never thought of how difficult it would be.
Looking around I saw Forrest further up the road standing next to the street sign, waiting for me as usual. "Sorry for taking so long, buddy." I apologized as I ran up to him.
"Its all good." Was his reply as he started to make his way further down the road. Looking back I saw my mother standing on the porch, waving her only son goodbye.
Looking ahead, I saw how far Forrest had already gotten. "I'd better catch up before he ditches me for real." I thought to myself, running up next to him. As we walked I started wondering what kind of Pokemon I was going to get, or - how - I would be getting it...
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Eehh, I can't believe I wrote something so corny. And oh god, its hard being in character with Aiden, he's too different compared to me.
And so thats the first chapter of my story, how was it? Too short? No reason to continue? Both? Tell my by your reviews and/or critic
