Hi...man it's been a long time since I posted something here...Anyway, the new pokemon versions Black and White have been gaining a lot of hype among my friends and out of boredom and curiosity I decided to write a fic based on the new games.
Since this is basically a novelization I'll try to make it as close to the games as possible but I don't exactly own the games yet and am currently working with the many video walkthroughs on good ol youtube.
Anyway, here's the fic; please enjoy! :)
Disclaimer: nope, don't own pokemon...kinda a shame... :(
Chapter 1:
In the grand, dim lit hall of an unknown castle, a large group of people, old, young, and in between, had gathered. The people stood in huddled positions and whispered amongst themselves in a controlled, yet chaotic manner, obviously waiting in anticipation for things to come.
"Where is the King?" A man clad in a medieval knight reminiscent outfit whispered. "When is he coming?"
"Silence boy," A significantly older man, clad in elaborate long robes barked. "The King shall come; do not show your disrespect through your impatience!"
Five others, dressed in similar garbs as the older man nodded in agreement while the younger man flushed in embarrassment and quietly slunk away mumbling apologizes. His peers who had bore witness to the exchanged let out their smirks and chuckles but all humor was quickly shot down by the men in robes. There was no place for childish humor here; today was a important day after all!
Suddenly, the doors slammed open and everyone in the hall soon turned their attention towards the end of the halls. Through the open doors, a man with long grey-green hair wearing a robe reminiscent of a castle and a monocle that seemed to be made out of a broken masquerade mask entered the great hall. The monocle clad man stance was proud and graceful and in his hands held a simple gold crown. At the sight of the man, who, no doubt, must have been a big deal, the crowds of people in the hall quickly and orderly moved the far sides of the hall like the parting Red Sea, easily making a pathway leading towards a simple beige throne located at the other end of the room.
A determined casual smile on his face, the man in the monocle reached the throne and turned to face the audience assembled before him. Throwing his arms up in the air and pointing towards the door, the people in the hall once again turned towards the door to see a new figure enter.
This newcomer was younger than the man that walked through the hall before him, but no one could deny the striking resemblance between the two of them; family members perhaps? The young man walked down the path of people, all eyes on him. Some looking down at him with curious judging, others staring at him with incredible awe, and others smirking at him with an expression that just screamed: "this should be fun!"
Discreetly shifting his cloak so it wouldn't tangle in his legs, the young man ignored the various looks sent his ways and continued his way towards the throne. Closing his eyes, he was almost immediately assaulted by memories of himself in a younger, more innocent time frolicking with various pokemon. The trip down memory lane continued and he slightly flinched as the images grew darker and darker. Hands shaking under his cloak, he quickly regained his composure and opened his eyes which were now shining with intense determination. The older man saw the change in the younger man's demeanor and gave him an approving, fatherly smile. As the younger man approached the throne, the older man lifted the crown up and ceremoniously placed it upon his head. Standing before the throne, the cloaked man looked out towards the people before him who had knelt into a low bow and raised his hand out as if he was about to give a pledge. Placing a reassuring hand upon the newly crowned boy's shoulder, the older man raised his other arm towards the masses and let out a proclamation:
"The King has finally been crowned! Let the revolution begin!"
The crowd's roars of approval were deafening.
"So...what do you think is in it?" A boy with messy brown hair and kind brown eyes asked, adjusting the red and white hat on his head as he pointed at the metal briefcase sitting benignly on the coffee table in his room. The boy wore a simple hooded light blue jacket with dark grey pants and sat cross legged at the table, squirming in impatience; you could tell he hated waiting.
"It's difficult to say," A bespectacled boy with long dark hair and blue eyes said, pushing his glasses up with his finger. "I have to admit though, I am quite curious as to what Professor Juniper has sent us."
"Maybe we should just open it now, get all this suspense and tension done and over with." The brown haired boy, leaning closer to the briefcase, ready to snatch it off the table.
"Tempting prospect, but no, we will not." His dark haired companion said as he absentmindedly smoothed out the creases in his blue blazer. "We still need to wait for Bianca."
"But Cheren, we texted her an hour ago!" The brown haired boy whined as he fell, back first, onto the floor and began to flail his arms and legs in a comical manner. "I'm tired of waiting and the suspense is killing me; I gotta know what's in the box!"
"It's a briefcase and it was addressed to the three of us." The glasses wearing Cheren sighed as he picked up a book and began to leaf through its pages. "You really do need to work on your patience Touya; your lack of it is unbefitting of a sixteen year old."
"I'm not impatient!" The brown haired Touya yelled indignantly, moving in order to sit upright. "I just hate waiting!"
"...that's what it means to be impatient." Cheren deadpanned, causing his friend to fall over again. "You're such an idiot sometimes."
"Hey I resent that!" Touya yelled, pointing an accusing finger at the bespectacled boy. "And just because I don't sit around all alone and read the dictionary all day means you're better than me!"
"I do not sit around all alone and read the dictionary all day." Cheren replied, a spark of annoyance in his voice. "It's a perfectly common word. Maybe if you dug your head out of your video games for once you wouldn't be so ignorant."
Touya let the remark sink in before letting out a frustrated yell and turned away from the other boy, arms crossed and lips pouted as Cheren let out a satisfied smirk and continued to flip through the pages of the book. It was a fairly common occurrence between the two. Either Touya or Cheren would instigate the argument and they would rebuke each other back and forth until Cheren would inevitably deliver a comment Touya couldn't counter and the latter would just turn away and sulk while the former would bask in victory. It really never changed and Touya still had yet manage to win an argument against Cheren.
The two sat in companionable silence for a few more minutes before the door to Touya's room opened and a girl around their age with short blond hair and friendly green eyes wearing a white dress with an orange dress topped off with a large green beret walked in. She looked a touch ragged but still managed to keep a friendly smile on her face. The two boys noticed her frazzled appearance right away but didn't say anything about it; they knew why she was in such a state. They hadn't been best friends forever for nothing after all.
"Hey Bianca," Touya said, a grin forming on his face. She was always more pleasant to deal with than ol' stick in the mud Cheren. "You had us waiting."
"Sorry I'm late guys," the blond girl, Bianca sighed as she collapsed at the table sitting between the two boys. "It was just..."
"Nah don't worry about it," Touya interrupted, waving her apology off. "Better late than never right?"
"For once I agree with Touya," Cheren said, causing the other boy's eyes to widen comically. "We know, so don't worry so much."
Bianca stared at her two friend's words and smiled as the loving, understanding messages sank in. She was really glad to have the two of them. "Thanks guys," She said, giving both of them a brilliant smile that the both of them returned.
"Now that is a Bianca worthy smile!" Touya exclaimed, jumping to his feet, somewhat shocking his two friends. "And now before this warm, fuzzy feeling gets too much for my manly heart to bear, let's get down to business!"
Bianca giggled at Touya's antics while Cheren rolled his eyes before standing up himself, brushing off imaginary dirt from his black slacks as he did so, and made his way towards the object that called all of them here today; the metal briefcase.
"Yes," the dark haired boy said as he tapped the briefcase with this finger. "Let's 'get down to business' indeed."
"Awesome!" Touya yelled as he rushed towards the case, jumping up and down like a small hyperactive child on Christmas morning. "Let's crack this thing open!"
"Wait a minute," Bianca said, a confused frown forming on her face as she pointed at the briefcase. "What is that?"
"It's a metal briefcase," Cheren answered dryly, much to Bianca's annoyance and Touya's amusement; Cheren was a pretty funny guy...when you weren't on the receiving end on one of his sarcastic quips, because then he's just a jerk. "As to what's inside it, we don't know. It's a gift from Professor Juniper addressed to all of us and now that you're here we can finally find out what's inside."
"Well don't just explain it!" Touya said impatiently. "Open it!"
"Yeah Cheren," Bianca agreed, standing up herself in order to get a better look at the briefcase. "Touya might get a stroke if you keep tormenting him any longer with all this suspense."
"The world might be a better place though." Cheren joked, ignoring Touya's indignant cry and Bianca's light giggle. "But yes, let's see what we have here."
And with a swift, over technical motion, the bespectacled boy opened the case and the three friends peered in to see what was inside.
"Oh my..." Bianca gasped as she clasped her hands together, not entirely believing her eyes.
"No way..." Cheren mumbled, speechless for once in his life.
"...freaking awesome..." Touya said with bated breath, his eyes shining madly in excitement.
In the now open briefcase was a note, no doubt from Professor Juniper but, and much more importantly to the three teenagers in the room, where three, newly polished pokeballs, each holding a pokemon. Being the most detailed oriented of the three, Cheren quickly grabbed the note in the briefcase and turned to his two friends and began to read.
Dear Touya, Cheren, and Bianca.
It has been many months since the three of you, along with so many other students had approached me in order to do intern work in my laboratory in order to further your knowledge of the world of pokemon. After a long period of deliberation, please allow me to congratulate the three of you as you three were the top interns of the year! Your intelligence, talent and above all determination has served as an inspiration to both myself and your fellow interns and as such you deserve to be reward for your efforts.
Along with this note are three special pokemon I have assigned to each of you to work with and care for. You each have already spent countless hours with your respective pokemon helping it grow and mature and I have no doubts that you will continue to do so. With that, please accept this token of your merit and have no doubts in your mind or your heart; you've earned this honor so do your best to make everyone here at Kanoko Town proud.
Sincerely
Professor Juniper.
Touya, Cheren, and Bianca stood in stark silence for several minutes, allowing the message to sink in. It was a pretty surreal feeling for the three of them. With that note and those three pokeballs, they now had proof, undeniable proof that among all the aspiring trainers in Kanoko, they were the most promising, the most talented, the ones that would bring home glory!
"...wait a minute..." Touya said, finally breaking the silence. "Professor Juniper said that we knew the pokemon in these pokeballs fairly well...you don't think..."
And with that, the three of them grabbed their respective pokeball , each labeled with their names and held them up. Bianca was the first to act and with a gentle motion, she tossed her pokeball in the air. The red and white ball spun in the air a few time before promptly opening in a bright flash of light. As the light cleared, a tepig, appeared from the pokeball, the red and black piglet pokemon shook his head a few times to clear out his disorientation before happily rushing towards Bianca to greet her. The blond girl knelt down and picked up the tepig and began to hug it affectionately; the two obviously knew each other fairly well.
"Ah, Tepig!" Bianca cried in obvious delight. "We're going to be partners now!"
"Tepig!"
Tepig let out an affirmative and sighed contentedly as his old friend and now new trainer patted him on the head; she was always so nice!
Cheren smiled at the heartwarming exchange between Bianca and her Tepig and after briefly grasping his own pokeball, he threw it up in the air and like Bianca's had, the capsule opened with a flash. Unlike Bianca's pokeball however, Cheren's revealed a grass type, snivy instead. The green grass snake pokemon stood prim and proper, just like his new trainer, as the characteristic smirk of his species formed on his mouth. Cheren looked down at his new pokemon with a smirk of his own and their eyes met before the grass type jumped on the bespectacled boy's shoulder; there was definitely a sense of trust and understanding between the two.
"Snivy," Cheren said with a gentle smile. "It's good to see you again."
"Sni,"
Snivy nodded in agreement and crossed his small arms in a confident manner. Cheren was calm, collected, intellectual type who always had a good plan up his sleeves. He had known the bespectacled boy for ages and he knew if he stood by his trainer, he couldn't lose!
Touya saw his two friends and immediately saw the pattern and understood what Professor Juniper had done. A grin fully formed on his face, he brought up his own pokeball and threw it in the air. The brown haired boy however threw it too hard causing the pokeball to forcefully hit the wall, Cheren and Bianca stared at him incredulously as they saw the obvious dent their friend had created; the boy seriously needed a sense of restraint. Nonetheless, once the pokeball hit the floor, it too opened with a bright flash and with that, an oshawott appeared in the room as well. The small otter pokemon, while happy to see the boy, rubbed her head and sent him a somewhat annoyed glare; she obviously didn't appreciate being thrown at a wall.
"Ah, sorry about that," Touya said, laughing sheepishly, stroking the small bump on Oshawott's head. "Guess I don't know my own strength..."
Among the three of them, Cheren was undoubtedly the smartest and most studious. As a result of that, he could list off the general facts of a pokemon from the top of his head and was a brilliant tactician in battle. Bianca, while not as intellectually strong as Cheren, definitely had a lot more charm, being able to form a close bond with any pokemon she had come across almost instantly. There really wasn't any tricks to it; she was just likable, with humans and pokemon alike. Now Touya, he didn't have Cheren's intellect as he was too impatient to really sit down and actually read a book, nor could he form instant bonds with pokemon like Bianca could as he sometimes came off as too hot blooded and hard headed. Despite this however, the blue clad boy wasn't without a niche of his own.
"Darn right you are!" Oshawott said, crossing her arms as she reprimanded her trainer. "You need to be more gentle with a lady like me!"
Touya gave another sheepish smile that came across more as nervous than anything else as he continued to pat the otter pokemon on the head.
"She's chewing you out again?" Cheren chuckled as he and Bianca watched the exchange between the two. "Makes me wish I could understand the pokemon language; it would probably be hilarious to hear what she's saying."
Unlike most trainers, or people for that matter, Touya had an unusual gift that allowed him to understand what a pokemon was saying. To most people, the pokemon language was an oddity since to them, all a pokemon was able to do was repeat their own name. For Touya on the other hand, he could understand them like they were talking in perfectly understandable english. From Bulbasaur to Meloetta, there probably wasn't a pokemon out there he couldn't understand.
"You're trainer's kind of a moron isn't he?" Snivy commented as he jumped off Cheren's shoulder and walked towards Oshawott, that smirk still on his face. "Though I guess it is kind of fitting for a pokemon like you..."
"Shut up Smugleaf," Oshawott snapped, crossing her arm. She always hated that smirk; it always made him look more arrogant that a normal snivy already looked; and they looked pretty arrogant to begin with! "And at least my trainer isn't some nerd who spends all day locked up in a room full of textbooks!"
"Quit calling me that!" Snivy yelled, glaring at the water pokemon; he always hated that name. "And my trainer is not a nerd!"
"And my trainer isn't a moron!"
The two of them glared at each other, faces inches apart, hands poised to tear the other to shreds. Cheren stared at the two with concern on his face but Touya just sighed; if only Cheren knew how petty his "mature" snivy could be sometimes. "Hey, knock it off guys!"
"You stay out of this!" Snivy and Oshawott snarled in unison, causing the brown haired boy to sweatdrop; basic form or not, those two were downright scary!
"Ooo is this a staring match?" Tepig asked excitedly, wriggling out of Bianca's hold and rushing over to join his fellow starter pokemon. "I wanna play too!"
Sweet, hopelessly oblivious Tepig...
"Well, it looks like Tepig wants to play too!" Bianca exclaimed, clapping her hands together.
Equally as sweet and hopelessly oblivious Bianca...
"I got it," The blond hair girl then said. "How about we have a pokemon battle! It could be a three way free for all!"
Both boys stopped to stare at her, and then promptly turned to their pokemon who were obviously still at each other's throats and then at each other.
"Sure, why not." Cheren said, motioning towards Snivy who immediately jumped to his trainer's side. "It could prove to resolve whatever issues these two are dealing with."
At the prospect of a fight, Touya immediately leaped into action. "Yeah! Let's battle; Oshawatt, you game?"
The small water pokemon jumped to Touya's side and immediately grabbed the shell piece hanging on her torso, holding it in a defensive stand like a sword. "Let's rock." She replied, a battle crazy grin matching her trainer's forming on her face.
And so there they were, Touya and Oshawott, Cheren and Snivy, and Bianca and Tepig, all standing at separate ends of the room, ready for battle. All parties were silent and the tension between them was palpable; it was the first time they were fighting each other after all.
"Ready?" Bianca asked, an excited smile on her face.
"Would you expect anything less?" Cheren asked rhetorically, his glasses gleaming in the sunlight.
"Winner has to pay for lunch later." Touya replied cheekily, much to his friends' amusement.
The three new trainers eyed each other for a few moments before a grin form on each of their faces as they raised their hands in the air.
"Go!"
And the battle had begun!
And there you have it. Please read and review; I could really use the feedback! :)