By Crystal Streams
By Lycaonia Greywalker
(A/N) Ok, don't read this story looking for something original. I know the Gold/Silver/Crystal trainer story has been done to death already. But, *Shrugs* I don't really care. I can do original storylines, trust me, I have a few planned. I just really wanted to write this. ^_^
Chapter One
It was down to the last two pokemon, a feraligator against a persian. The feraligator was stronger, but it had already been out for a round, and was beginning to tire, while the persian was fresh. Suddenly, the feraligator lunged, snapping at the persian's head. The persian dodged the bite attack, and responded by clawing at the water pokemon's face.
In a small town known as New Bark Town, a young girl was watching the battle from her television. She had long, blue hair and green eyes. She was an obvious pokemon fan, as her room was covered by pokemon dolls and other things.
Kris yelled as the feraligator blasted a huge stream of water from it's mouth, scoring a direct hit on the smaller persian. "Come on, persian, you can do better against a stupid feraligator! Slash it! Dang it, what's your trainer waiting for!?"
On the tv, the persian dodged a second blast, jumping out of the way and landing nimbly on it's feet.
"My bet's on the feraligator." Kris turned to see a boy about her age, his black hair mostly hidden under his hat. He was sitting on a tree limb outside her window. "Hiro!" The boy, Hiroshi Taji, grinning as the persian was rendered unconcious by the feraligator. "Hey, Kris! You miss me?"
Kris glared at him. "How could I? You won't leave me alone! Now get out!" She slammed her window shut. Hiro blinked, lost his balance, and fell to the bottom of the tree. "Owww..."
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Early the next morning, Kris woke up particulary early. With good reason, Professor Elm had wanted to see her today. She raced downstairs, only pausing to grab a peice of toast to eat on the way.
"Kris, wait!" She turned and saw her mother holding her pokegear. "Oh! It's back from the shop already?" Kris grabbed the pokegear out of her mother's hand, quickly strapped it onto her wrist, and raced back out the door, where she promptly ran into someone.
"Oww!" She looked up to see Hiro.
"Geez, could you try watching where you're going for once?" He said. She favored him with a glare. "Sorry, but I'm in a hurry. I've to get to Professor Elm's lab." Hiro grinned. "Hey, fancy that. That's where I'm headed, too." He extended his arm. "May I escort the lovely lady-Hey!"
Kris had already walked away. "Girls." He muttered.
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Professor Elm's lab was fairly typical. There was a front area where Professor Elm's single aide was studying something from one of the many books. He didn't even look up as Kris walked past him.
In the back, there was a table with three different pokeballs on it, Kris was willing to bet they were full, too. There was also a very useful machine that would heal all your pokemon, Kris had seen a few trainers using it before. Professor Elm was hunched over his computer, not noticing Kris had entered.
"Professor-" She started, before Hiro burst into the room, barely keeping from crashing into the table where the pokeballs lay.
"Professor Elm!" He yelled.
The professor looked up, and spotted Kris and Hiro. "Ah, just the two I was looking for. Hiro Taji, and Kris Mitsu. Come over here." He walked over to the table, picking up one of the pokeballs. "I want each of you to take one of these pokemon."
Hiro looked up. "Really! Cool!" He grabbed one before Professor Elm could interrupt. "What's in them.?" He asked.
Professor Elm blinked. "I believe the one you have, Hiro, is a cyndaquil. The other two contain a chikorita and a totodile." He turned to Kris. "Well, since Hiro's already chosen his, which one will you take, Kris?"
Kris thought for a moment. "I think I'll take...Chikorita." She took the ball from the table, thinking.
"I want the two of you to train these pokemon, they're still a bit...wild." Prodessor Elm was saying.
"Chizo!" Kris suddenly yelled out.
Professor Elm looked at her. "What?" He asked.
"Chizo! That's what I'm gonna name him!"
Hiro spoke up, not to be outdone. "Alright then, I'll name my cyndaquil...Shiro!" Professor Elm nodded. "Alright then, you two. Good luck!"
Hiro was already racing out the door. The professor turned back towards his computer. "Hmm? Oh, a message! Hmmm..." Kris turned back towards the professor.
"Kris!" He looked up. "A friend of mine says he's found something special. Why don't you go check it out for me. We're pretty busy here."
Kris nodded. "Alright. Bye!"
"Good luck!" Professor Elm said as she left.
(A/N) Ok, don't read this story looking for something original. I know the Gold/Silver/Crystal trainer story has been done to death already. But, *Shrugs* I don't really care. I can do original storylines, trust me, I have a few planned. I just really wanted to write this. ^_^
Chapter One
It was down to the last two pokemon, a feraligator against a persian. The feraligator was stronger, but it had already been out for a round, and was beginning to tire, while the persian was fresh. Suddenly, the feraligator lunged, snapping at the persian's head. The persian dodged the bite attack, and responded by clawing at the water pokemon's face.
In a small town known as New Bark Town, a young girl was watching the battle from her television. She had long, blue hair and green eyes. She was an obvious pokemon fan, as her room was covered by pokemon dolls and other things.
Kris yelled as the feraligator blasted a huge stream of water from it's mouth, scoring a direct hit on the smaller persian. "Come on, persian, you can do better against a stupid feraligator! Slash it! Dang it, what's your trainer waiting for!?"
On the tv, the persian dodged a second blast, jumping out of the way and landing nimbly on it's feet.
"My bet's on the feraligator." Kris turned to see a boy about her age, his black hair mostly hidden under his hat. He was sitting on a tree limb outside her window. "Hiro!" The boy, Hiroshi Taji, grinning as the persian was rendered unconcious by the feraligator. "Hey, Kris! You miss me?"
Kris glared at him. "How could I? You won't leave me alone! Now get out!" She slammed her window shut. Hiro blinked, lost his balance, and fell to the bottom of the tree. "Owww..."
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Early the next morning, Kris woke up particulary early. With good reason, Professor Elm had wanted to see her today. She raced downstairs, only pausing to grab a peice of toast to eat on the way.
"Kris, wait!" She turned and saw her mother holding her pokegear. "Oh! It's back from the shop already?" Kris grabbed the pokegear out of her mother's hand, quickly strapped it onto her wrist, and raced back out the door, where she promptly ran into someone.
"Oww!" She looked up to see Hiro.
"Geez, could you try watching where you're going for once?" He said. She favored him with a glare. "Sorry, but I'm in a hurry. I've to get to Professor Elm's lab." Hiro grinned. "Hey, fancy that. That's where I'm headed, too." He extended his arm. "May I escort the lovely lady-Hey!"
Kris had already walked away. "Girls." He muttered.
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Professor Elm's lab was fairly typical. There was a front area where Professor Elm's single aide was studying something from one of the many books. He didn't even look up as Kris walked past him.
In the back, there was a table with three different pokeballs on it, Kris was willing to bet they were full, too. There was also a very useful machine that would heal all your pokemon, Kris had seen a few trainers using it before. Professor Elm was hunched over his computer, not noticing Kris had entered.
"Professor-" She started, before Hiro burst into the room, barely keeping from crashing into the table where the pokeballs lay.
"Professor Elm!" He yelled.
The professor looked up, and spotted Kris and Hiro. "Ah, just the two I was looking for. Hiro Taji, and Kris Mitsu. Come over here." He walked over to the table, picking up one of the pokeballs. "I want each of you to take one of these pokemon."
Hiro looked up. "Really! Cool!" He grabbed one before Professor Elm could interrupt. "What's in them.?" He asked.
Professor Elm blinked. "I believe the one you have, Hiro, is a cyndaquil. The other two contain a chikorita and a totodile." He turned to Kris. "Well, since Hiro's already chosen his, which one will you take, Kris?"
Kris thought for a moment. "I think I'll take...Chikorita." She took the ball from the table, thinking.
"I want the two of you to train these pokemon, they're still a bit...wild." Prodessor Elm was saying.
"Chizo!" Kris suddenly yelled out.
Professor Elm looked at her. "What?" He asked.
"Chizo! That's what I'm gonna name him!"
Hiro spoke up, not to be outdone. "Alright then, I'll name my cyndaquil...Shiro!" Professor Elm nodded. "Alright then, you two. Good luck!"
Hiro was already racing out the door. The professor turned back towards his computer. "Hmm? Oh, a message! Hmmm..." Kris turned back towards the professor.
"Kris!" He looked up. "A friend of mine says he's found something special. Why don't you go check it out for me. We're pretty busy here."
Kris nodded. "Alright. Bye!"
"Good luck!" Professor Elm said as she left.