A/N: This is my very first fanfiction, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. I will try to update weekly. Please leave a review :D -Brandyn
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon or any mentioned brands
Chapter One
My name is Brandyn, I'm a recently 18-year-old Pokémon Trainer, I've been a trainer since I was 12, I'm from Four Island. I've been to a majority of the regions. I'm waiting here at home while I wait for a boat to Kalos, the next region I plan to travel too. My team is Sneasel, Staryu, Crobat, Houndoom, Roserade, and Misdreavus. My 6 mischievous goofballs, can't keep my eyes off them for less than 5 minutes. It's just good to know they get along with each other. There's nothing worse than having a team that doesn't get along.
I'm just the casual guy with my earphones always in my ears, which is probably why I never got challenged, 'cause I couldn't hear them. Anyone could recognize me with my black hair, black hoodie, ripped jeans with stud leather belt and Hi-tops, and of course my team.
I walked down to the kitchen for breakfast, Mom and her Jynx was nowhere to be seen but Sneasel was on the counter. The rest of mine and Moms (except Jynx) were on the floor chanting, Crobat was in midair with his mouth wide open. This has got to be good. Sneasel opened the canister of sugar, picked it up and poured it, right in Crobat's mouth. The others cheered as Crobat took about a cup and a half down his throat. "Gimme that" I said, taking the canister away from him. Everyone on the floor groaned. Crobat swallowed the sugar in his gaping mouth, the others and I were stunned. He swallowed all of this sugar with no pain or pause and still looked fine. He did get rounder and it got hard for him to stay aloft, but what did you expect?
The party went to the living room, except for Sneasel. Sneasel is basically the ring leader of this group. He was my first Pokémon that my mom hatched for me when I was 8, so a majority of what he does is learned from me, such as "the look" he was giving me. I ignored it (Because it works, he learned well) and picked up the sugar that missed Crobat's mouth. "Did Mom ever get up?" I asked him. Sneasel nodded and pointed towards the fridge. Mom left a note saying she went to Two and Three Island for groceries. "I wonder if she's gonna pick up another doll" I said to Sneasel as I swept the sugar in the dustpan. The house was already littered with them. Even after we remodeled, the house had more dolls than there were Pokémon alive. My Pokémon love to play with them though, and take care of them better than they do themselves. They know they have to, because when Staryu showed a Cranidos doll how strong it's Swift was, the doll got ripped to shreds, and so was Mom's heart, and later so was Staryu once Roserade pointed to who it was. Good times, Good times.
Someone pounded at the door; it was Mom and her Jynx with armloads and armloads of groceries. Mom went all out again on shopping. When Mom shops it's like apocalypse-preparation, she always has crates and crates of food for the Pokémon, me, and her. "What's wrong with Crobat?" she asked. The sugar finally got to Crobat. He couldn't even fly and he looked super green. "Formation of Diabetes", I said.
"Sugar Challenge"
"Yeap"
"Same host?"
"Yeap"
Mom sighed and Sneasel grinned fiendishly, the cheeky little bastard. Mom checked the sugar canister,
"Brandyn! There was 5 cups in here!"
Oh, Arceus, I looked over to mine and Mom's Pokémon who were all chilling in the living room, Houndoom looked like crap, and he was sprawled on top of Mom's Dewgong, who looked the same. And on top of Houndoom was Mom's Slowbro lying on her back with a dumber look than usual on her face. By now, Sneasel was rolling with laughter. Mom's fuse blew there.
"Brandyn! Dewgong and Slowbro are vital parts of my team! I can't go back to Indigo Plateau with sick Pokémon!"
I kneeled down to Houndoom, he had an apologetic look on his face while I checked him, he was sick alright. Dewgong wasn't so hot herself. She rested her nuzzle on my lap as I patted her and suggested
"Why don't you borrow Sneasel and Staryu, they both know Ice moves."
"Pokémon League rules state I have to give a 1-week notice to change Pokémon. They also have to have my Trainer ID. Since Sneasel was a gift to you, it's your Pokémon under your ID"
I felt like there was more, "And-"
"And I have to have 5 Pokémon"
Well shit, was that all? There was no way the Daycare or she or both could catch a new Dewgong and Slowbro and train it to the same levels by tomorrow, and that was prohibited as well. There was no other choice. The Pokémon Center on One Island had become a very professional hospital for Pokémon and People in the past few years. And because of that, you actually have to pay for an average healing. But what choice did we have? Mom was due back at the Pokémon League by tomorrow. I called everyone but Sneasel to their Pokeball's. Besides, cash was the last thing to worry about, I have a quite a bit of money that I was planning for Kalos that I've acquired from battles and selling over the years. Mom called her team to her Pokémon but Jynx. I quickly changed into my usual outfit grabbed my phone and bag and headed towards the door, Sneasel jumped on my bag and enjoyed the ride as me and Mom dashed to the Four Island Dock.
10 Minutes Later:
We stepped off the boat and onto the docks; We've arrived at One Island. It wasn't much, maybe a few new houses here and there but nothing to go crazy about. The hospital however looked like it was getting some new machinery installed, but, it was still open. Inside, there was this huge computer that looked new, and there stood one guy typing into it. He looked at me, Mom and our two Pokémon out of their Pokeball's nodded and went back to his… whatever it was. There weren't much people there, but I guess me and Mom are the only ones with Pokémon who chugs cups of sugar. The receptionist, your classic painting nails and noisily chewing gum looked up asked "Can I help y'all?"
"Uhhh, some of our Pokémon ingested one or two cups of sugar each", Mom said putting down her Slowbro's and Dewgong's Pokeball on the counter. I also placed Crobat's and Houndoom's Pokeballs on the counter
"Oh boy, Pokémon and Sugar isn't a good mix" the lady said.
"We know, we know"
"I'm going to take these to Doctor Trestle." As she put the balls on to a tray. Wait, here in the Waiting Room, it shouldn't take long"
1 hour later, Mom and I were sharing the earphones. I wanted to use the Wi-Fi to use faster internet, but the Wi-Fi was down, and so was the PC. 30 minutes later, Jynx fell asleep so Mom recalled her. And then Mom did too and rested her head on my shoulder. Sneasel got under my arms and fell asleep, for an Ice-Type Sneasel liked warm things. I'm just a big bed, I thought. The man was still working on the humongous machine, I watched him for a while. Then my music droned me to sleep too…