The One True Champion
By MaskeradeHamster
Disclaimer: I do not own pokemon.
A/N: This is my first fic. Yay! Please forgive any major or minor errors, since I don't have a beta yet. I'm working on it .; If you do find anything wrong, feel free to leave a review about it, I don't mind flames much, but I would prefer that people refrain from using profanity every other word. With that, let's begin!
The sun wasn't even out when Scarlet woke up. She had a knack for waking up earlier than anyone else, especially if she wasn't in her own house.
She scanned the room quickly with much interest. Posters she had never seen before adorned the walls in a makeshift way that made people uneasy and think that the posters could fall off any moment, it was definitely her style of doing things, but the posters themselves weren't. Small knick-knacks that she recognized lay next to her on a small night stand that she couldn't make out as anything that she had seen before. The room's walls were decorated in the same color as her room's walls, but lacked the mars and marks she had made on her room's walls as a child. It was as though this was her room, yet at the same time wasn't.
Scarlet flipped the blankets covering her to the side that were the same color as the ones at home, but had a different design. The removed blankets also revealed pajamas that were similarly different.
She quickly swung her feet over the bed's edge and barely skimmed the carpet with her toes. The bed was the same height as it was at home too, unless she had changed. She glanced down at her feet. They still had the same grotesque shade of red nail polish on that she had applied two weeks before, and from what she could see, they also sported the same chipped edges as before.
"I wonder," Scarlet mused out loud as she stood up and walked over to a dresser that she had never seen before. Small photographs were stuck into the frame showing herself with some of her friends and schoolmates and a few adults, some of which she didn't know. Her eyes traveled down the images. One of her and Susan…..another one of her and two adults next to a large Mickey Mouse statue…..another one of her, Mitsuko, and Ralph….then there was one with her surrounded by several brightly colored animals.
Scarlet grabbed the last photo, ripping it slightly at the corner. Her eyes narrowed at the picture and she squinted, trying to see if her mind was tricking her. In the picture she was sitting down in front of a large water fountain with a bright yellow thing on her shoulder, a giraffe like creature was next to her, what looked like a large furry weasel in a bright pink dress was trying to climb into her lap.
Theories started popping up in Scarlet's head. She had seen these creatures before, but where? Realization struck, Scarlet looked back up at the posters. They cartoon images of pokemon. Scarlet's eyes fell back on the picture as the names of the beings there were already coming to her. The small yellow one was a pichu, Tekka; it was the one from her game. The giraffe was Kawai, another one of the pokemon from her games. The weasel, Wess, was a furret from the same game as Kawai.
Scarlet's eyes traveled around her room. This must be the room she had in her games. It didn't look like anything from a game. Scarlet could see a computer sitting in a far corner that could have been one from the game. A large mat covering the floor in the middle of the room vaguely looked familiar. A clock was hanging next to the door ticking loudly that resembled the clock in Pokemon Emerald. At the corner opposite of the computer and across from Scarlet were six balls. Scarlet made a dive for them.
The balls were scooped up into Scarlet's hands and examined in turn. The first one she looked at was a red and white premium ball engraved with the name 'Tekka' in a fancy script. The rest had the same fancy script on different types of balls.
Scarlet held up the ball engraved with 'Tekka' and pushed its button hesitantly. The ball enlarged to the size of her fist and she let go of it in surprise. The ball hit the ground and with a small burst of light it opened to let out a small pichu.
At first, Scarlet squealed in delight and immediately snatched the small pokemon into a strangle-like hug. The pichu didn't squeal in protest and remained limp.
Scarlet paused. Maybe she hugged it a little too tight? She held the pichu out at arms distance and to her horror found large black smears all over her pajamas and the pichu.
"Ewwww!" Scarlet cried out in disgust as she hurriedly set the pichu onto the floor.
"What is this stuff?" she looked to the pichu in answer.
"Makeup," the pichu squeaked at her.
"What?"
"Makeup," the pichu said again.
"No, not that, I mean you can talk…..and I'm not that crazy, am I?" Scarlet brought her hand to her forehead, brushing a few long strands of reddish-brown hair away from her face.
"You're not crazy; we always could talk to each other. After all, you created me," the pichu said in its squeaky voice.
"Oh, but I don't remember ever being here…"
The pichu looked at Scarlet in puzzlement as she began pacing the room.
"I can't remember this place, it's familiar, but…..I'm not going crazy, am I?" Scarlet stopped her pacing to look to the pichu for answers.
"You're not crazy," the pichu assured her, "it's just amnesia."
"Amnesia? I really don't think-" Scarlet was cut off by the pichu.
"It's amnesia, but don't worry, I'll take care of you. I'm Tekka, by the way, if you can't remember that," the pichu bounded a few feet across the room and jumped onto Scarlet's shoulder.
"No one can understand me except for you, so I can tell you everything you need to know," the pichu scurried up the side of Scarlet's head to perch on top.
"Alright….I guess," Scarlet said, then her brow furrowed, "How are we going to get this stuff out?" she brought up the dirty sleeve of her pajamas.
"There's a bathroom down the hall."
"OK," Scarlet walked to the door and opened it as Tekka whispered directions into her ear.
"To the left. No! I mean right! Right!" Tekka seemed to have less of a sense of direction than Scarlet did.
Scarlet pulled the door open. She froze with the door halfway open.
"What's wrong now?" Tekka leaned forward from her seat and made an attempt to view Scarlet's bewildered face.
"It's just….so….pink!"
Tekka snorted, "It's always been like that, hurry up!"
Scarlet immediately complied with Tekka's command, closing the door behind her so that they were both engulfed in the pink and fluffy objects in the room. Scarlet's eyes narrowed at the pink tinted glass of the mirror to her right.
She was a positive mess and the pink didn't help with her appearance at all. Her hair was messed up and in odd angles from just waking up and she could see small pink zits standing out on her pale skin that were made worse by the mirror's own magenta shade. Paired with her soiled pajamas, Scarlet was a sight to see.
"Who decorated this place?" Scarlet asked glaring at the pink painted walls in disgust.
"Your brother, it's a long story," Tekka said after seeing Scarlet's face in the mirror, "We have to be clean in time for breakfast, today's the annual trainer reunion and you can't be late again."
Scarlet nodded as she searched a countertop underneath the mirror for soap. They were all pink and had been molded to look like roses. Scarlet grabbed one and Tekka jumped off of her head, grabbing another one.
"It's all mascara, so you'll have to scrub really hard," Tekka informed her.
Scarlet nodded again and reached out to turn on the water, the knobs were both in rose shapes and a marble like pink. She turned the hot water on and started scrubbing her pajamas.
"Why were you wearing makeup?" Scarlet asked after a minute of trying to get a stain out of her right sleeve.
"Because I'm depressed, and I have to make that known to everyone," Tekka stated.
"You're depressed?"
"I am. It's because I was made through an action replay, and I never should have existed, it's quite tragic," Tekka splashed her face with steaming water, causing a few sparks of electricity to go through the water.
"But that doesn't make much sense….."
"A lot of people say that, and you know, it's very offensive," the pichu sniffed.
Scarlet shrugged, dropping the subject. It would be better to stay on Tekka's good side rather than to risk anything.
Half an hour had went by and Scarlet was having no success with the stains. They were all over the front of her pajama still, and even with the help of Tekka, they just faded to a dull gray and stood out against the cream fabric that made up her top. Scarlet sighed.
"It's not coming out."
"Yeah, thanks for stating the obvious," Scarlet said.
The pichu just jumped closer to the mirror and started brushing the fur on her head up with her paws.
"What are you doing?" Scarlet asked.
"Putting up my fohawk," the pichu answered. Scarlet decided not to investigate.
"What time is it?" Scarlet asked.
"Almost breakfast, I can smell the pancakes downstairs," Tekka said and looked up from her hair styling.
The odor of the soap that they had been using earlier had seemed to have replaced Scarlet's sense of smell, and she decided to take Tekka's word for there being breakfast.
Tekka gave a satisfied glance at the mirror and hopped back onto Scarlet's shoulder, "Let's go."
"Where?" Scarlet asked, turning the rose shaped door handle and stepping out into the plain brown hallway.
"Back into your room, you forgot to pack."
"Oh," was Scarlet's whispered reply as she walked towards the door of her room and turned another door handle, this time a worn down metal one.
As Scarlet came into the room, a small sigh escaped her lips and she leaned back on the wooden door, enveloping into the more familiar surroundings.
"You've got to pack your backpack, it's in the closet," Tekka told her.
"Hmmm," Scarlet mused as she searched the room and as her eyes fell upon a small door in the wall near her bed.
Scarlet walked over to the door and pulled it open, this time there was no knob and the door has a simple hole cut out of the wood where the handle should have been.
The closet itself was small, barely big enough for a person to walk into, and definitely not big enough to fit some of the wardrobes people tended to keep. The stuff inside the closet, however, was enormous. It reminded Scarlet of the time she had to clean underneath her bed one summer, with junk in large cluttered piles, and a few rotting items of food scattered here and there. The closet didn't seem to have any clothing from what Scarlet could see, except for an old Halloween costume of a bunny that must have been from several years ago. The backpack was sitting on top of all the junk, empty and ready to be packed.
Scarlet grabbed the backpack, and quickly shut the door. She tossed the backpack onto her bed and went to the dresser, where it was still sitting in its spot against the wall.
"What do I need?"
Tekka sat in though for a few moments, leaning against the side of Scarlet's head, "Clothes, compass, computer stuff, food, knife, food, blankets, money, food, clothes, pokeballs, items, food, clothes, food, and anything else you can fit in there."
"How much food do we need?" Scarlet asked as she searched through the dresser drawers.
"A lot," Tekka answered, "enough for at least two weeks."
Scarlet nodded as she pushed aside a few photographs in a drawer. Everything seemed to be mixed in with pictures; they even covered the clothes (which Scarlet found to be almost exactly like her clothes at home with a few exceptions) that Scarlet had found, wrinkled and unkempt from being thrust into the drawers. There was a drawer filled to the brim with pictures that Scarlet had a hard time trying to stuff back into the dresser.
"What kind of clothes should I bring?" Scarlet asked, holding up a pair of jeans that had wires in them to make them flare out at odd angles, one of the exceptions she had found.
"Anything, and you might want a jacket too, we'll probably be going to some mountains."
Scarlet pushed the pants into a random drawer and started pulling out random clothes. She put a small clump of clothes on top of the dresser for her to change into after packing.
"I'll go get the computer," Tekka said and scurried down Scarlet's arm, across the carpet, and under the bed.
"Should I really be bringing a computer with me?" Scarlet asked, taking a glance towards the large desktop in the corner.
"Yeah, you never got a pokedex, or a radio because you wanted a computer," came Tekka's muffled reply from under the bed.
"Oh," Scarlet said, "but then, what am I going to do with out a pokedex?"
"The computer has one in it," Tekka said as she emerged from under the bed, dragging out a small laptop.
"Oh, you meant a laptop! For a second I though you meant that thing," Scarlet pointed at the desktop.
"No, no, no," Tekka shook her head, making her ears flop around, "that's too big."
"It's late," Tekka said, making a gesture towards a digital alarm clock on the nightstand next to the bed, which was flashing '6:46AM'.
"It's not too late, it's still dark outside," Scarlet said, ignoring the numbers on the clock and staring out at the curtained window.
"That's because of daylight savings time, it used to be brighter," Tekka replied dully and jumped onto Scarlet's shoulder, "Let's go."
Scarlet sighed and stuffed the things she had gathered into the large backpack sitting on her bed. The backpack looked stuffed and twice as big as it should have been by the time she was done, but there was no use for organizing it now.
"What about those?" Scarlet pointed to the balls she had left in the corner, "Do I need a belt?"
"You use a fanny pack," Tekka jumped off Scarlet's shoulder and landed on the ground. She made a few bounds toward the dresser and opened one of the bottom drawers from which she pulled out a plain red fanny pack.
"Thanks," Scarlet said, taking the pack and scooping the balls into it.
Tekka leaped back to Scarlet and retook her place on Scarlet's shoulder, "Let's go."
And that was just what they did.
A/N: If anyone would like to submit characters, I'll be putting up a form at least by the next chapter, though you can submit a character ahead of time in a review if you really, really want to.