AUTHORS NOTE
I do not own pokemon... nor any cannon characters that may appear in this story. Thank you.
There stood a girl, only 13 years old, brushing her long, luxurious blue hair… she pulled It into pigtails, tying each one with a hair binder, accented by a 2d pokeball. She pulled on a cute black minidress, with a bright red pokeball pattern. Under it, the girl pulled on a pair of short shorts, put on some makeup, and inspected herself in the mirror. When she was satisfied with her appearance, she ran down the stairs eagerly.
"Another day, another chance to become a star!" she would always say.
Her mom was in the kitchen, cooking some pancakes for breakfast.
"Yoru honey, breakfast is almost ready," she chimed, sounding sweeter than sugar. This caused the blunette to role her eyes.
"Mom, those things have like a ton of calories" she replied, biting into an apple instead. Yoru was perhaps, a little too obsessed with her appearance… paying attention to every minute detail, as if it mattered. She was completely determined to remain skinny, even if it killed her. She was convinced that if she was going to become famous one day, she would really have to stand out, and so she dedicated her life to it.
Yoru wanted to be like her dad, the famous coordinator, Shin Akiyama. He was known world-wide… everybody knew who he was, from Kanto to Unova… that was what she wanted. She wanted to shine like that some day. She wanted to be the one on tv. She wanted to be the one in the news. She wanted to be just like him.
Tossing the apple core into the trash, she grabbed her bag and ran out the door, crashing into her neighbor Gen, head on.
"Owwww, watch it Yoru!" He cried, falling to the ground… and then he started to laugh, in which, Yoru joined in. The duo sat there for a while, just laughing at their own stupidity. Eventually, they calmed down, and their laughing ceased.
"Still sporting those ridiculous head phones I see," The blunette teased, grinning up at him, allowing his green eyes to meet with her own pretty red ones. The boy laughed, running a hand through his short, dark green hair sheepishly.
Finally, Gen stood up, offering his hand to the younger girl, and helping her to her feet. She smiled at him gratefully.
"So for what reason have I been graced with your presence, this fine evening?" He questioned, in a mock British accent.
"I just thought I'd go out and see if I can catch me a pokemon. I have to get one some day!" She beamed. Gen however, knew this was futile, for pokemon didn't often roam the area. The only pokemon in the small town were his… but nonetheless, he continued to smile, not voicing his concerns. He wasn't going to dash her hopes… after all, Yoru's enthusiasm was rejuvenating. Besides… he didn't want to see her sad, no matter what!