Disclaimer: I don't own anyone from the Pokemon TV shows, games, cards, and so on and so forth.

The Pokemon Sisters

In a small room in Littleroot town, a girl sat at her PC, her face bathed in the electronic light being cast by the monitor. Gigabytes of information flickered past her eyes, trawling through the enormous web, searching for something she wasn't even sure existed.

"Gaika! Get down here right now!"

The girl brushed a strand of long brown hair. She had thoughts only for the computer, and the voice from downstairs echoed meaninglessly in her brain. Words and names caught her eye momentarily, before they were swallowed by more data.

Legend

Unknown

Oak

Gaika stopped. Oak. She recognized the name. Slowly, she scrolled back up to where it had flashed by. A link was blinking on and off beside the name: Professor Oak, Pokemon extraordinaire.

Would he know something about it? Have some proof? Yes, that was what she needed: Proof.

"GAIKA!"

She could no longer ignore her sister's voice.

"What?"

"Get down here."

"Why?"

The silence from downstairs boded very ill, so Gaika slowly got up. Before she left however, she bookmarked the page. You never know. She thought. He might know something.

Downstairs, three girls stood impatiently, waiting for their youngest sister. Flame, eldest, with an (ironically) blue shock of hair tied back in a ponytail, glared at Gaika as she entered the room. Asaia, with a midnight-black mane, did too. Only Nicola, second to oldest, had a softened expression. She had always had a warm spot for her little sis-they even looked most alike, same hair, same eyes, and same smart, if quiet, temperament.

"Do you know how long you've been up there, ignoring us?" asked Asaia.
"Hours, probably." Gaika answered. She showed no sign of remorse.

"Exactly." Put in Flame. "We're going to be late. Hifoyer does not take kindly to being delayed."

I'll bet he doesn't. Thought Gaika sourly. Her eldest sister's Typhlosion was just as neat, punctual and sensible as Flame herself. Which was hard to be when half your back was covered in fire all the time.

"Neither does Gogyu." Added Asaia. Her Blastoise always had its way, just like it's trainer.

"Lay off, you two." Nicola spoke up, defending the girl. "Asaia, you were the one who spent twenty minutes deciding how many ultra balls to bring. And Flame was the one who thought it'd be good to nearly burn the house down trying to fix your bike. You almost burned Salvador, too, by the way." Salvador, Nicola's Sceptile, was the strongest of the three's lead Pokemon, but still susceptible to being hurt by fire.
"I was trying to weld it back together."

Now, the odd thing was, even though the three called Gaika their 'little sister', she was really only a couple months younger then them. Except Flame, who was a year older then all of them. Usually, they were complete equals to each other. But when it came to their annual Pokemon Master Convention, she was immediately a baby, just because she hadn't yet started her Pokemon Journey. She had delayed it for a year to get more prepared. She was supposed to start it in a couple months. Did it matter? Not a bit.

But I'm going to be better. She thought now as she watched her sisters fly away—one on a Noctowl, one on a Fearow, and one on a Swellow. Everyone thought I was the first one without their gift. But now I've finely found something they'll never believe!

And Gaika smiled.