Hey all! I'm Spirit, this is my first story, so I'm pretty syched. Just for refference, Moku is inspired by one of my friends, Hazrak.
Disclaimer: Um... Does anyone actually read these thingies? And no one here really owns Pokemon, here, right? So, um, yeah, I think we understand eachother.
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"I'm gonna name it Rawr!" The girl with spiky, sky blue hair turned to her companion.
"Eh?"
"Yeah! Yeah! Because, then, then when I send him out, I can say something like, 'Go! Rawr!'" The lime green-haired girl began to crack up before she finished saying this, much to the dismay of her friend. The blue mudfish pokemon blinked, confused.
"No, Suika," Replied the blue-haired girl bluntly. "You are going to name it Shimizu."
"But Mokuren, I wanna name him Rawr!"
"Too bad, its name is Shimizu, right Shimizu?"
"Kip, mud." The mudkip chirped nonchalantly, not really caring, and quite frankly, rather bored.
"Okay, fine." Suika replied, giving in, also not caring anymore, as her five-second attention span was moving on. "You like that Shimizu?" Shimizu yawned in reply. "So, Moku-chan, what are you gonna name yours?" Mokuren had chosen a treecko, which was smugly grinning at Shimizu, as it hadn't gotten the trainer that was short a few threads of a sweater.
"Hmm… Kino, how 'bout that?" The treecko shrugged.
"Okay," Cut in the lab assistant, Yuki, a boy about sixteen with spiky white hair held back by a sweatband. "So that leaves the Torchic, so, umm…" He paused to scribble a note on a clipboard. Suddenly brightening, as if remembering something, he produced two small square-like things wrapped in bubble wrap from his lab coat pocket. "Here ya go." He handed one to each girl who tore them open carefully to see what they were.
"Ne!" Exclaimed Suika. "It's a pokedex!" Sure enough, they were, Suika's a forest green and Mokuren's a royal blue.
"Yep!" Yuki replied. "Essential for a trainer, I filled up quite a bit of mine while I was on my journey, right Sceptile?" He asked the large, green reptilian pokemon behind him, who answered with an enthusiastic roar.
"That thing is so freakin' cool!" Mokuren exclaimed wistfully, not even paying attention.
"Okie Dokie, Moku-chan! Let's get going!" Suika called heading for the door, Shimizu in a death-lock-like hug. Mokuren recalled Kino before hurrying after the green-haired girl.
"Come back if you have any questions," Yuki yelled after the two. "Maybe my dad will be here and can answer them better than I can."
"Got that, thanks for the help!" Mokuren replied. And with that, the two departed, walking full speed to Odale Town.
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By midday, Moku and Suika had reached Odale, Suika cheerfully whistling a random tune she was making up off the top of her head, and Mokuren lightly brushing the edge of her cropped, spiky, steel-blue hair with her finger nervously.
"Um, Suika, could we stop here for a second? I'd like to talk to you." She began, anxiously.
"Ne? Sure, Moku-chan, what is it?"
"Well, um, I think we should split up, ya know?"
"Eh?"
"Look, I'm guessing that we're going to have completely different battling and training methods, and I know we have different preferences in traveling, things like that. So I think that we should travel separately." Suika's forest green eyes filled with tears, she quivered, and gripped Shimizu tighter.
"B- But Moku-chan, what if we never see each other again?"
"Suika, Hoenn isn't that large, and besides," Mokuren pulled two pieces of emerald green fabric out of her cream pack around her waist. "We'll be able to recognize each other- we'll be wearing these." She handed one to her green-haired friend, they proved to be bandanas, each with a white pokeball symbol on them. Suika smiled bitterly and wrapped it around the top of her head, tying it clumsily, rather imitating Yuki's sweatband. Her smile widened when she realized Moku had chosen green to match her outfit- a long sleeved black shirt, a tight, short, gray skirt with an olive green pokeball symbol in the center, black leggings, long mint green and forest green boots, and dark green and black goggles around her neck.
Mokuren grinned back at her friend's realization as she tied her own around her neck and down at her own clothes, giving a grunt of satisfaction at how the green of the bandana contrasted coolly with her short-sleeved white and orange shirt with an orange pokeball print on the front, bright teal arm warmers, denim shorts, black knee socks with white pokeball designs on the sides, and teal and white shoes.
Shimizu, having escaped Suika's deathlock, had leapt onto her shoulder, and was panting from the recent lack of oxygen.
"You know, Suika," Moku said at last. "The next time I see you, I'll be expecting a battle, so be prepared, 'cause I ain't goin' easy on you!" Suika brightened in a soft determination, or at least it seemed rather soft in comparison to Mokuren's fierce, raging determination.
"Nothing is going to get in my way now!" Suika yelled, happily jumping with joy. "We're gonna try our best, ne, Shimi-chan?"
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Back at the pokemon labratory, Yuki scribbled some more on his clipboard. The torchic that hadn't been chosen stared at him with mournful eyes.
"Aww, don't worry, little guy, someone's gonna come and get you." He comforted, as the door creaked open, the white-haired boy turned to find himself facing a tall boy a little younger than himself with red hair sticking straight up.
"Do you have any pokemon left?"