This story was inspired by the art pieces of Pokemon with people who look like that Pokemon. If you know who originally did these, please notify me as I would like to give them credit, as they did inspire some of the looks of some of my characters and this story. If you aren't sure what pictures I'm talking about, just ask and I'll post links to some of the pictures.
So here's my new story, my own personal take on the world of Pokemon who have grown extremely close with humans! Like, really close. Anyways, if you don't understand something about the story, just ask. I should be able to answer any questions you have. Also, one thing, since I consider these 'Pokemon People' more advanced than just normal Pokemon or people, they can learn FIVE moves, not freakin only four moves.
Okay, just one more thing. I'm going to eventually make more than one story like this, so if you don't like the characters or something in this one, read the next Pokemon People story I create!
I don't own Pokemon.
THE FIRE AND THE FIGHT
Chapter 1: Welcome To Woodmond High!
The young girl with the slightly unmanageable hair that she loved made her way through the front doors of Woodmond High School. It was the first day of her 9th grade year. The high school looked like any other and was placed just a mile outside of Sandgem Town, in the Sinnoh region of course. The blonde's sky blue backpack full of stuff bounced against her back, and she made her way to where she thought her locker was.
"Crap..." She mumbled to herself when the Growlithe girl realized that she was completely lost in the large building.
Oh right, just to let you know, this is in the future of the Pokemon world or something like that. People and Pokemon are closer than ever, there are less than one hundred pure humans in the world, most people are actually part Pokemon. Having some of the physical features of the Pokemon in their blood along with the ability to use moves. There are still many pure Pokemon though.
"Need some help there?" A man a year older than the Growlithe girl with white hair peeked his head around her shoulder.
"Nyota!" The girl grinned and one of her slightly oversized canines became visible.
"Hey Subaki!" The man was one of Subaki's good friends she had known since childhood. Nyota, a Staraptor. The natural red bangs of his white hair hung in his face, almost covering his brownish red eyes. And if you were wondering, yes, he does have wings, but similar to many other Pokemon with wings or other things like that, he can make them appear or disappear I guess you could say, whenever he pleases. "You look pretty lost Pups." Subaki frowned at the old nickname, her fluffy orange rounded ears that poked out of her own light blonde hair slightly flattened.
"I've told you not to call me that anymore Nyota!" Subaki whined. The Staraptor man patted her head in return.
"Yeah, yeah, I know Pups. So you need help getting around?"
"YES!" She shouted a little too loudly.
"Okay, okay! So let me see your locker number... Alright! It's way over here." Nyota grabbed Subaki's wrist and they ran throughout the school, kind of like the old times where they'd run as fast as they could throughout their elementary school together, the screaming and yelling of teachers drowned out by the kids' laughter. "Here we are.." The much taller Nyota gestured to the locker in front of them. Subaki entered in the combination, but it refused to open. The fourteen year old freshman began hitting and kicking the locker before it finally burst open.
"Stupid locker!"
"Calm down Pups, we don't want to ruin both of our first days of high school, do we?"
"No..." She mumbled. Suddenly Subaki was practically tackled by several other freshman, her best friends, obviously.
"Hey Subaki!" Felicity, Subaki's dark brunette Eevee best friend greeted.
"Where have you been all morning?" Athena, the calmest, serious, and most likely smartest of Subaki's friends, a Kirlia, asked.
"I slept in, okay?"
"Smooth one Poochie!" One of Subaki's other best friends, a Snubbull named Rocky, teased using the nickname for everyone she had come up with in the seventh grade.
"Yeah, yeah. Do any of you have Ms. Ruth for math first hour?"
"I do!" Rocky replied as Subaki started getting her things ready for class.
"Anyone else?"
"Nope, the rest of us have advanced math remember?" Nyoto reminded her.
"Riight." Subaki said. Suddenly the first bell rang, and all of her friends besides Rocky left for class.
"Come on Subaki, Ms. Ruth's class is all the way on the other side of the school and we've got five minutes!" Rocky started running through the emptying halls, Subaki slamming her locker shut and racing after her.
"Wait up Rocky!" Almost to the classroom, Subaki dropped half of her things out of her backpack, and while picking them up she became officially late to first period when the second bell rang. Rocky was already in class.
Rocky Chantler
Rocky has long, light, pinkish blonde hair that goes down to her elbows and two of the floppy ear like things that Snubbulls have on both sides of her head. Rocky, like Subaki, also has some slightly oversized canines, but they're usually hidden inside of her mouth. Rocky is a bit on the big side, but it's nothing to write home about. But her beautiful sky blue eyes were.
Rocky and Subaki had met in the fourth grade, and definitely were not the best of friends. When they were paired up for an art project, Rocky ended up super glued to a table and Subaki had everything in her fluffy light blonde tail and messy mane of a haircut. And when I say everything, I mean glue, tape, paint, chalk, paper, and anything else you can find in an art room. It took two weeks to get everything out. They almost never forgave each other, but in the seventh grade, Felicity who had been Rocky's best friend forever, and best friends with Subaki since fifth grade, reintroduced the two, and they became the kind of great friends that never stop messing around or teasing each other.
Subaki, having picked up all of her things, made her way into the classroom only to be addressed by who she assumed to be the teacher. A Lanturn is what she looked like, long blonde hair with natural blue highlights, an antenna with two slightly glowing orbs on them, and she was wearing an ocean blue button up shirt. She was young, in her late twenties probably, and would have been quite beautiful if it weren't for her cold grey eyes and a frown that seemed permanently etched onto her face.
"Ms. DeCosta, glad you could join us."
"Uh, sure. You know, it's only like 30 seconds after-" Subaki was cut off.
"I don't appreciate late students, especially on the first day."
"Sorry, uh-"
"Ms. Ruth."
"Right, Ms. Ruth."
"If it happens again you'll be getting detention as a 'Welcome Back To School' gift. Please, take this seat right up front Ms. DeCosta." Subaki nodded and took her seat, taking out her notebook and math book while simultaneously trying to ignore the snickering coming from behind her.
Subaki's POV
An hour later, first period was over and Rocky and I left the room.
"Hahahahaha! Wow Subaki, that was some performance there poochie!" Rocky let out all of her bottled up laughter.
"Thanks Rock, I feel so much better now. You would think that a teacher in her twenties and her first year teaching would be nicer than that..." Rocky had barely heard her over her own laughter. Suddenly Aaron, a Pawniard that's one of those bad boy types of people appeared next to us.
"Hey Subaki, congrats!"
"Wha-?"
"You hold the new record for pissing of a teacher as fast as possible after school starts!"
"That's a really long title, I'm not sure if she can remember it all." Teased Rocky.
"Shut up."
"Well if you keep that up, you'll be back in detention in no time! It's Ms. Ruth's first day after first period, and so far she's the meanest teacher at school and you're number one on her hate list. See you around!" Aaron left and Rocky did too, off to her next class. My next class was my favorite, no doubt about that! Plus, I needed no help getting there and was one of the first kids there, quickly getting into my battle suit (battle suits are what we battle in, they often have the look of the Pokemon we are). Of course, it isn't hard to figure out that it was P.E, where we do a lot of battling.
My battle suit is an orange mini dress with black stripes on the back and tan on the front. The leggings are similar, orange with black stripes. The V neck collar is lined with blonde fur that matches my own hair and tail along with a blonde fluffy bracelet on each wrist. I never bother to put my hair up, I hate it having it up and my hair is too long and fluffy to be able to put it all up easily anyways...
Walking out of the girls' locker rooms, I came out into the huge, nice, cool gym. It was truly beautiful, a huge painting of our mascot graced one of the walls, a Shiftry, and on the other side sunlight filtered in being that the whole wall was made out of glass.
"Well looks like we've got an early bird here." An older woman with short dark blue hair, a blue crest on her head, and the poison filled claw on each wrist which made her unmistakable as a Toxicroak, walked out of a small office with a clipboard in hand.
"Uh, yeah! This is my favorite class!" I grinned, showing off my canines. The teacher grabbed my face, forcing me to keep my teeth out.
"Hm, your teeth are strong.." She turned my head. "Very healthy. You should be good at battling." Finally she released my head and I rubbed my slightly sore chin.
"I am!"
"Well, I haven't had a Growlithe around in quite some time, so this should be interesting! I'm Mrs. Kolton, your teacher. You are?"
"Subaki DeCosta, reporting for battle!" I grinned and saluted my teacher.
"Very good DeCosta, I read your battle report, it's impressive indeed!"
"Thanks Mrs. Kolton." Battle reports are reports and notes on our battle skills over the years. The Toxicroak woman nodded her head and replied.
"I'm looking forward to seeing you battle." After a while the large P.E class of forty other kids, freshmen, sophomores, and a few juniors gathered around and Mrs. Kolton took attendance. I liked Mrs. Kolton, she was strong and rational and smart. She demonstrated some of her moves to us before pairing us up with a partner for training and explaining a bunch of other stuff. I deathly hoped that she would pair me up with Felicity, Athena, or V.V, a good friend of mine who's a Skitty (her full name is Vanessa Vasquez, so we just call her V.V).
Finally she came over to me, and behind her was the person who was to be my partner.
"I have to be partners with her?!" One of the most annoying voices at school whined.
"You're kidding, right Mrs. Kolton?" I asked. She looked away from me. "Mrs. Kolton!?"
"I know about you two's past, and I expect you to get along and help each other out. You'll only be partners for the term."
"But-"
"Mrs. Kolton-" We both said at the same time, but were both cut off.
"If I hear any more on this there will be consequences, you hear?" We nodded our heads, then Mrs. Kolton walked off to pair more people up. I glanced to the side and saw Felicity who had been paired up with V.V mouth 'good luck' to me.
"Well, I suppose we should start training." I sighed in relief that she wasn't going to say anymore, but I sighed too soon. "And if you mess this up or embarrass me DeCosta, I will end you."
"Sure you will Kira." Kira Parks. One of the most popular freshmen at Woodmond High. And trust me, we do not have a good past, and I'm not in the mood for talking about it. She's a Mawile. Jet black hair that's always in a ponytail, probably because her hair is a giant man eating mouth, but at least she's pretty good at controlling it. Her gray eyes go perfectly with her dark tan skin. Her battle suit is a tan tank top with a strap that goes around her neck instead of connecting to the back of the top, showing off much of her finely tanned back. Her tan pants are skinny bellbottoms, that for some reason look good on her. She also wears black leather gloves when she battles.
We started punching a dummy together in silence. And then not so much silence.
"Hey!" Kira shouted out of nowhere.
"What!? I'm a little busy right now and you should be too."
"Don't you talk to me like that DeCosta, and you're on my side." I looked at her with the most confused look on my face. "Move over!" She screamed in my face, I rolled my eyes and obeyed. The whole freaking class went on like that, we didn't do much on our first day, like always.
After two more classes (World Studies and Art) it was finally time for lunch. The choices for today were: chicken salad, some sort of weird mixture of steak, cheese, and potatoes, and walking tacos. They made me sick just looking at them. I got the least disgusting thing on the menu, walking taco. I turned around, looking to the right to see our normal table, where all of my friends always sat. Only to remember that I wasn't in middle school anymore. This place was new, different. I sighed with a little pouty face, knowing that high school was going to be way harder and much different.
"Subaki!" I looked to the left, where Rocky was waving me down. I grinned again, then made my way over towards where some of my friends were beginning to sit down.
"You guys found our new table?" I asked.
"Yep, V-" Felicity started.
"I picked out this table!" V.V notified me, grinning hilariously, but then again, I do that too. V.V and I are actually quite alike, both kind of strange, loud, funny, clumsy, and ridiculously clueless and innocent. We ate lunch talking about how we missed middle school, how our classes were going, that kind of stuff. My advanced language arts class was next, Nyoto, V.V, and I all had that class together, so we walked there talking and laughing the whole way (don't ask me how V.V got into this class because I do not know).
Language arts was my second favorite class, and I'm very good at it. I just love making up stories like that one in fifth grade about the flying Vigoroth brothers! Good times, good times. I'd been in advanced language arts since I started middle school, so this class had freshmen, sophomores, and juniors in it. The teacher, a Beautifly named Mrs. Stampfer was the teacher. It was easy to see that she was, well, different, as soon as we walked into the classroom. Her clothes were just so, loud. I could barely look at them, but her hair was black and up in a nice long ponytail with a Beautifly wing clip on it. Her antennas were the same color as her hair, and she had her wings out.
"Hello class!" Mrs. Stampfer sang to us as we took our seats. "I am Mrs. Stampfer, and this is the Class of Imagination!" V.V who was to the right of me was sticking her tongue out of her mouth in concentration, trying to get her pencil to stand up straight on her desk, the same way I had in math before Ms. Ruth had taken it away. Nyoto who was sitting to my left raised an eyebrow at our strange teacher. My head was lying on my arms, which were on my desk. My amber eyes were wide, taking in everything she was saying. I cocked my head to the side, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone. A guy. Staring at me. With a small, but sincere smile on his face. He was slightly familiar, but other than that I didn't recognize him.
He was definitely older than me, though most people at school are. His hair was a brown color, not so dark but not so light. It was longish, and swept around his head sort of, and it curled up at the ends. It's difficult to explain, okay!? He was a Lucario, two of those blue things on both sides of his head. He didn't have the ears of a Lucario though, but some Pokemon don't nesecarily have all of the traits of the Pokemon that they are. He had brilliant, unusually light blue eyes for a Lucario that you could get lost in (they kind of reminded me of Rocky's eyes, but his weren't quite as light). Finally on the tops of both of his hands was a single spike. He slightly waved at me, and I quickly snapped out of my trance, turning back to the front of the room. But I could still feel his eyes boring into the back of my head. Glancing to the back of me I could still see the guy staring at me and it was bugging the crap out of me. Suddenly the teacher became very loud and I started listening again.
"So that said, we're going to each write a poem that describes something about ourselves whether it is an aspect of your personality, a hobby, pet peeve, or memory and read it in front of the class! Of course you must make it as accurate and extravagant as possible! Begin!"
Everyone started writing, everyone except me and that weird guy who was still staring at me. I took the chance to quickly turn around and stick my tongue out at the guy. Then I turned around and tried to start my poem. Unfortunately, I was having writer's block at the moment. I started tapping my pencil on my desk, trying to think of something. The tapping got louder as I got more frustrated. Finally an idea came to me and I started writing. As the first couple of kids read their poems, I finished mine up and waited for my turn. I glared as the guy who'd been staring at me got up with that dumb smile/smirk on his face and made his way to the front of the room, and I could have sworn that he winked at me on his way up.
"My name is Mitchell Balan and I am the almighty Arceus." Mitchell smiled slightly and a bunch of girls in the class giggled at him. Not me of course. Neither did V.V, she was too busy with her pencil. Nyota raised an eyebrow again. "Just kidding, uh, I'm a Lucario, a sophomore, fifteen, and here's my poem."
"I can feel your heart
I can feel it well
Deep inside my own bones
I know my own heart so well
Sometimes it hurts
Though I've learned to live through it
I can feel it in my bones
The pain I should reveal
So I wait for that fire to reappear
For me"
Everyone clapped, especially his new fangirls.
"Very good Mitchell, very very good! I shall forever adore having you in my class." I was the last one to read my poem. Seeing everyone staring at me, waiting to hear my writing might be nerve racking for some people, but for me it was just another presentation. Though it did make me fluster the tiniest little bit when I saw Michael or whatever his name is smiling ever so slightly at me with his head propped up on his hand. He was staring at me so much I could have been his science specimen. Creepy.
"Begin Subaki!" Mrs. Stampfer bellowed.
"Right, I'm Suba-" I stopped, the guy looked intrigued, ready to know my full name. I was reluctant to say anything more, but when Nyota gave me the keep going motion with his hand so I continued. "Subaki DeCosta, I am a Growlithe and fourteen years old and a freshmen. Now listen up guys!" I stood up as straight as I could before reading my poem.
"They all say my methods are strange
But I just do as my daddy told
The fire, the fire
Exploding at you
Some say it's savage
Some say it's bad
Few say it's cool
The fire, the fire
Exploding from me"
I brought the paper down from in front of my face, a little surprised that I had actually been able to say something personal like that in front of the whole class. Nyota was smiling at me, knowing exactly what I had been talking about. That Mitchell guy looked a little surprised and confused himself, for Arceus knows why.
"Interesting, I hope to learn more about this fire exploding from you later in the year Subaki!" I nodded and took my seat. Class was soon over, and I proceeded to my 6th hour, Science.
Science is okay, I like some of the experiments and weird stuff we do. Felicity was in this class with me, my only good friend in the class. Aaron, the Pawniard who talked to Rocky and I earlier was in the class, along with a couple of other friends.
Olivya Killingsworth is one of them, she's a Deino, hence the extravagant name. Most of the dragon types I've met have very unique, royalty sounding names. She's okay, just kind of on the strange and creepy side. Olivya has very bad eyesight, common to Deinos, though she isn't completely blind.
I sat down in the classroom next to Felicity. Aaron and his friend Cole, a Kricketune who's liked me since 7th grade and never leaves home without one of his instruments, sat across from us at our table. The bell signaling that class had begun rang, but no one knew where the teacher was. We all just sat there for five minutes, kind of confused. Finally a young teacher with dark skin, like a chocolate color burst through the door. I couldn't quite tell what kind of Pokemon he was though.
"Ah, hello class! Sorry about being late, it's my first year... Anyways, the principal called me Mr. Ginnetti, but I prefer to be called by my first name, Emmett." I raised my hand but didn't wait to be called on.
"So Emmett, why do you want us to call you by your first name?"
"Well kid, my belief is that both students and teacher should equally respect each other, so me being called Mr., would show that you the students respect me more than I do you."
"Cool, I like you already!" I grinned.
"Thank you-" He waved his hand, gesturing for me to give him my name.
"Subaki." He nodded. "Oh, and one more thing." He looked up from some of his paperwork, his short, gray colored dreadlocks that oddly curled up in a ghostly manner at the ends of them swinging around. "What kind of Pokemon are you?" Emmett's eyes, a similar color to Nyota's, reddish brown, lit up, and he smiled.
"Does this answer your question?" He picked something up off of his desk, putting it to his face. It was a mask, turning his eyes glowing red, it looked very similar to a skull.
"Duskull. Cool." I replied. He nodded, and continued on with the class, Cole making goo-goo eyes at me the whole time while Felicity giggled at me.
My last class of the day was Study Hall. I stopped at my locker to grab my backpack plus the rest of my things and said good bye to all of my friends, being that my Study Hall class had pretty much nobody that I knew in it.
It was in the library, and consisted pretty much of all seniors, juniors, and sophomores. Except for me and about two other freshmen, of which I had no idea of who they were. I made my way into the library, seeing many of the older students already quietly speaking or reading or doing something productive. I took a seat at the sunniest table there, being that I both liked the heat (duh, I'm a fire type) and that the table was empty. The library is an amazing place in the school, first of all it's huge. The shelves go all the way up to the twenty foot ceiling, with multiple ladders around in order to get at the higher shelves. But my favorite part of the library, was the huge glass wall, similar to the one in the gym. That's why sunlight filtered in and onto my table, it was the closest one to the glass wall, and because of that the tables over in this area during the hotter months often get very very warm. The teacher walked into the room.
"Welcome class, to your final class of the day." She seemed kind, calm. She was a Togekiss. Her button up white blouse was a signature of a Togekiss, at the bottom of it were red and blue colored triangles. Her hair was long and white, one third of the ends of her bangs were red colored, another third blue, and the other white. Then the ends of her hair, one half was blue and the other red. I assumed that she could take her wings out, you know, make them appear or disappear as she wished, just like Nyota. She was about in her forties.
"My name is Ms. Ike, and to those of you who don't know me," She looked at me, probably because I was one of only three freshmen in this class. "I teach the senior and junior advanced and regular Language Arts classes along with Drama and Drama Club. Welcome to Study Hall! The only rules of this class are that you need to be doing something productive, whether it's working on homework, reading, figuring out a project, or even practicing your battling skills, with permission of course. You may talk, if it's relevant to whatever you are doing and is quiet. Now have fun children!" She smiled, took attendance, then took a seat next to the librarian, a Hypno, behind his desk to read a book.
I really had nothing to do, being the first day I had no homework, not even Ms. Ruth gave out any homework. So I just sat there, staring out the window into the courtyard. The view from the gym was better, you could see the tennis courts and all the sports fields and even a large pond that little kids like to swim in during the summer. From here, all I could see was a small concrete courtyard. In the middle was a tree, some old plaque, an old wooden picnic table, and finally, a small forgotten garden, all the plants dead and long abandoned. I looked up at the clock. 2:39. Crap. I can't sit here and do nothing for the next twenty minutes! I banged my head down on the table, praying that time would speed up.
I watched the Growlithe bang her head down on the table. I'd known her for a long time, but I never thought I'd ever see her again. She had grown, but her personality hadn't changed much at all. Even so, something's different about her. I may know her personality, but I don't know her, at least, not as well as I used to. I smiled. She's grown to be more beautiful than I imagined. I had been about to get up and sit with her, she looked so lonely, but Subaki beat me to it. She stood up and approached me, or at least I thought she was. The dense fire type walked right by me, not even realizing that the Lucario who had been staring at her during her Language Arts class was once again eyeballing her, as her gorgeous, fluffy, light blonde tail brushed against my knees. Her tail had always been sensitive, and though she didn't notice it brushing up against me, it twitched and involuntarily curled up closer to Subaki's body. She headed straight for Ms. Ike.
"Ms. Ike?" I asked the teacher. She looked up from her book, removing her reading glasses and smiling warm heartedly at me.
"Yes Subaki?"
"May I go to the outdoors battle field and practice?"
"Hm. I suppose if I came with you, but if you go outside to practice battling I'd like you to stay in my sight. But don't worry, on certain days I will take the entire class outdoors for activities. If you'd like you can go outside into the courtyard." I nodded. That's stupid. What am I supposed to do in that?! I gave the courtyard the evil eye, before returning to my seat and throwing my backpack up onto the table.
I took out my sketch pad that my mom had gotten me for the school year. She had gotten me one every year since fifth grade because the teachers were always upset because they could never read my journals and notebooks because of all the doodles and pictures I always drew in them. I didn't bother taking out any markers or crayons, just a pencil. I started doodling, having nothing specific in mind to draw.
Riiiiing!
"FINALLY!" I payed no attention to the curious stares of the other students around me as I grabbed my things and ran out of the library as fast as possible.
WOW, that was a lot for me to write. And it took me like THREE MONTHS because I couldn't think of what to write for their poems.