Hey! How ya doin'? This is my first fanfic, so please understand if it's not what you're used to seeing. I've seen other stories with main characters of the title of Blaze, and to the authors of such fanfiction, I solemnly promise (I don't really swear) that I did NOT steal your idea; I was working on this LONG before I saw your stories. Now, I just need someone to do the disclaimer... Aw, Mew, I don't have anyone to help out yet... Oh well, I'll do it myself.
Disclaimer: F. E. M. Darkblitz does NOT own Pokemon, because if he did, he would probably be doing something else right now. He does, however, own his own character, the name of which is Blaze. (Why am I typing in third person?) And if Blaze knew that he was under F. E. M. Darkblitz's ownership, he'd probably be pretty dang ticked off. Good thing he doesn't know yet...
NOTE: This story is basically what the cartoon would be if it was a series of books, and I owned it, and Blaze was a main character in it.
He was walking down the road. He didn't know where he was; all he had was his few possessions in his black backpack. Nobody knew who he was; he didn't even know if he knew who he was. Well, his name was Firedusk Darkblitz, he knew that much, and he had two middle names, (but if those were revealed, I'd get sued. All I can tell you are his middle initials: E and M) but he liked to call himself Blaze. But everything was a mystery to him at this point. He didn't really know where he was from, or where he was going. He only remembered being thrown high up in the air, possibly hundreds of feet, falling from the sky and landing in the ocean, very close to land. When he made it to shore, he saw a sign that said: Pallet Town: 5 Miles. So, he walked in the direction the sign pointed.
Blaze was about twelve years old (he would turn thirteen in a few months). He knew that because he had a small black pocket calendar with important dates marked on it in his backpack. Blaze had dark brown hair with streaks of red in it. He wore glasses that had thin black rims, and he wore a black-and-dark red jacket and black shorts. He had no idea how his glasses stayed on when he fell so far and plunged into the ocean, but that wasn't really important. He also had some money, a notebook, a pencil, some rope, and a few Pokémon books with him. He also had some empty Poké Balls, a water bottle, and a few stray pieces of clothing. But he was hungry. And he had no food left. Just as he felt that he couldn't go any further, he saw a few houses just down the road. Pallet Town, he thought. He finally passed out in front of a house, which just so happened to be the Ketchum residence.
Delia Ketchum was sweeping the kitchen when she heard a faint thump outside.
"What was that?" she asked herself.
She opened the door to find a boy, almost a teenager by the looks of it, lying in the road, right in front of her house. He was wearing black and dark red clothes, with a black backpack. But that didn't really matter to Delia at the moment.
I've got to get him inside and put him on the couch, she thought.
She picked him up. He's extremely light, and he's only barely five feet tall. Why is he all wet? He smells like the ocean.
Within five minutes, he was on the couch with a wet washcloth on his head, and he had a cold bottle of water next to him.
He's got a pretty bad fever, thought Delia, and it looks like he hasn't eaten in days. Suddenly, the boy began to stir. Is he waking up?
The boy began tossing and turning. Oh no, thought Delia.
He began to murmur, and then he started to get louder. " Stop, don't do that. What'd she do to you? You idiots. You don't know what's good for you, do you? If you even touch her, I'll… You wouldn't… I'LL GET YOU FOR THAT! STOP IT! EEEUURRAAAAAGH!" He sat up, gasping for breath; the washcloth fell to his lap.
"Mom, what is going on down here? Is something the matter-Who is THAT?"
Ash Ketchum, Delia's son, who would turn ten in about a week, had just come down the stairs.
"Ash, honey, come here."
By now the boy was flailing. "YOU'LL PAY FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE! YOU'VE HURT HER! GO AWAY! NEVER COME BACK, YOU IDIOTS!" His eyes were open, burning dark red. He was throwing punches at the air.
Ash came into the living room and smacked the boy across the face.
Delia glared at her son. "Ash Ketchum, how dare- Hey, I think that did it…"
The boy's eyes turned their normal color: pitch black. He looked around, a bewildered look on his face. "What the hey- Where am I?"
"You're at the Ketchum residence. I'm Delia Ketchum, and this is my son, Ash," replied Delia.
"Um, it's… very nice to meet you. My name's Firedusk Darkblitz, but you can call me Blaze. Apparently, that's my name because my eyes are black, but they burn like dark red when I'm… overcome with emotion," said the boy.
"I see…"
"Was I sleep-talking?" asked Blaze.
"No, more like sleep-raging. Your eyes were on fire," replied Ash.
Blaze's eyes lowered. "I'm so sorry. I have a tendency to do that." He smiled. "People say that I can tell the future in dreams when I sleep-talk. That's why my eyes burn when I'm yelling in my sleep. My memory is better than that of most people, so I remember almost every dream like that in my entire life… until I lost most of my memory. My dreams have been so freaky lately, that was the worst yet… By the way, you have a beautiful home. I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble…"
"Think nothing of it," said Delia immediately. "Would you like something to eat? I was just about to make lunch.
Blaze's stomach made a roaring noise. "Well, I hate to impose…"
"How long has it been since you've last eaten?" Delia asked.
Blaze thought. "Almost three days," he replied.
Ash's jaw dropped.
"Then I'm making lunch for three people today," said Delia.
Twenty minutes later, Blaze set down his fork. "That was a great meal, Mrs. Ketchum. I can't remember the last time I had something so good." He scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Actually, I can't remember much of anything, now that I think about it."
"Thank you, Blaze. But perhaps we should talk about what you do remember. How did you get here? Why were you all alone? Why were you so- deprived of nourishment?"
"Well, starting from where I remember, I was thrown maybe hundreds of feet in the sky, and I landed in the ocean, really close to land. When I made it to shore, I saw a sign that said PALLET TOWN: 5 miles. I walked until I saw Pallet Town, and when I couldn't go any further, I blacked out. So that's why I was all wet. I also have a shadowy memory of the last time I had a meal, which was about three days ago. So, that's how I got here."
"A very fascinating story, Blaze. Now why don't you go clean yourself up?" said Delia.
Once Blaze was cleaned up, and all the dishes were washed, Blaze, Ash and Delia decided to talk some more.
"Blaze, do you have any Pokémon?" asked Ash.
"Well, I have about six empty PokéBalls, but I don't have any Pokémon," answered Blaze. "Well, at least, not that I remember..."
"I have an idea!" said Ash. "I'm going to Professor Oak's lab on the other side of town in a week to get my first Pokémon and a Pokédex. Maybe you should come with me, Blaze!"
Blaze thought about it for a little bit. "I'll go if your mom lets me, Ash."
"How could I say no to a brilliant idea like that, Ash? Of course Blaze can go. He's not my son, I can't tell him not to," said Delia.
"Great!" exclaimed Ash.
Over the next six days, while Blaze was recovering, he and Ash became great friends. They talked together about what it would be like. On the eve of Ash's tenth birthday, at 9:00 P.M, they had one last conversation.
"You know, Ash, I don't know if Professor Oak will give me a Pokémon or a Pokédex. After all, I'm not from Pallet Town. I'm not even from Kanto. I'm from... another region that you probably don't know about," said Blaze sadly. He sighed. I probably shouldn't tell him where I'm from just yet... At least I had the region's name in my calendar...
"Nah, I'm sure he'll give you everything you need," Ash said.
"You think so?"
"Professor Oak's a nice guy, he won't turn you down. Besides, Mom already called him up, and he said you would be welcome to have a Pokémon and Pokédex."
"Thanks, Ash," said Blaze. "Should I sleep down here tonight? No offense, but I don't think you'll be sleeping very much, what with becoming a Pokémon Trainer and all. "
"If you don't mind, Blaze, that'd be great, thanks. Here." Ash tossed a big sleeping bag to Blaze. It had its own black sack, and the sleeping bag was red on the front, and black on the back. "Mom says you can take it with you when you leave…" Ash's head drooped.
"What're you talking, about, Ash? I was going to come with you, if you didn't mind, since I have nowhere else to go, and I could use a great adventure. Not like I haven't had one before…" said Blaze, recalling being thrown into the ocean. "The entire idea of getting a Pokémon and a Pokédex is to go on a journey."
"Wow, you'd come with me, Blaze?"
"What else could I do?"
"Well, you could- OWWWWWWWWW!"
Blaze had hit Ash over the head with a frying pan. "Don't be dumb," said Blaze simply, "and I won't do that. Your mom said I could take it with me, since she didn't need it. So, you'd better watch it," added Blaze tauntingly.
Ash rubbed his scalp. "I'm going upstairs." He did so.
"If you're late, I'm going to Professor Oak's without you!" Blaze called after him.
Blaze sat in his new sleeping bag and thought. "That dream I had a week ago… It was about a girl. She had mostly red clothes, and brown hair. She was a great friend. Then some bad guys showed up, and two of their Pokémon used Poison Sting on us. I wasn't hit as much as she was, so I knew I would live, but she was hurt very badly… And then… Ash Ketchum slapped me across the face and woke me up. Come to think of it, I think that girl was friends with Ash, too… Could I be telling the future again? Well, I'll find out someday…" His eyes glowed dark red again. "I hope I never see those bad guys." And with that, he fell asleep.
HAAAAAAAA! Wow, that was a bit random... but the first chapter is up and rarin' to go. You know the drill; click the GO button in the bottom left corner and REVIEW. I require at least one review for each chapter to be posted, so if you like the story (or not; there are some who don't appreciate TRUE genius), review so you can read on! Plus, I dedicate each chapter to whoever was the most helpful or the best reviewer, so you could also become FAMOUS!! (sorta) Until next time, this is F. E. M. Darkblitz, signing off.