Hi, I just want to take this little space to talk a little.

This is my very first fanfiction. While I've done roleplaying and the like for quite a while, the thought occurred to me that I might like to try writing my own story without having to depend on other people's content.

I'm hoping that being on this site will help better my writing. I openly welcome comments from everyone who takes the time to kindly read this story. This will be by no means an experiment into what I can do, but instead an attempt into what I aspire to be able to do in the future.

By the way, any references to Blue Red and Green etc. are of English reference: Blue is male and Green is female.

I claim no rights to pokemon yadda yadda yadda— But the characters that are blatantly mine obviously do belong to me.

Introduction aside, please enjoy.


An Ironic Destiny

Ch.1

The Ironic Twist

The thought of the adventure and freedom that awaited him once he awoke left Largo in a peculiar state of half-consciousness. As he lay asleep, he dreamed vividly of what awaited him and his friend on the morning of their start as trainers. It had been perhaps four years of dreaming of this moment, and it already seemed so long ago that he realized this was the last night he would be dreaming. Growing up in the Kanto region, especially Pallet Town, the bar had been set high for both expectations and aspirations with the Red incident. Amidst the mess of excited ponderings and anxious waiting for his alarm, a distraction swept his dreams aside for a moment. Largo noted the odor of grass as he breathed deeply. Grass… Had his imagination run amok for too long?

Uneasy in the thought that he had slept too deeply to hear his alarm, he tried to force himself awake, met with a blinding light that forced his eyes closed once more.

If this wasn't an indication of having overslept, he didn't know what it could have been. Much to his confusion, however, as Largo reached around for his glasses, he grasped only blades of grass and dirt in his stiff fingers. Squinting painfully as he dared to open his eyes again, he saw only rolling hills of grass and scattered, lonely trees. The vivid, moist blades of green absorbed the light of the mid-day sun, contrasting the dark shadow into the doubts of Largo's mind.

"What am I doing outside…?" He muttered to himself, weakly pushing himself onto his arms and knees, his limbs feeling foreign as though he had slept for an eternity. As he lifted his head, he noticed he hadn't gone far from the ground he was just resting on. Extending his legs as far as he could, he didn't make it any farther off the ground than he already was. Standing upright abruptly to find out what was going on, he instead went from lying on his belly to his back in mere moments, his paws hanging in front of his face. The shock from his fall stunned him for a moment, stiffening his body.

…Paws?

Largo fumbled with his legs, two of which he clearly remembered being arms hours ago. "This isn't-" He tried to convince himself in vain as the reality set in. "-I have to be dreaming still! This can't be real…" his brown fur he had thought was his blanket was now an uncomfortable nuisance as he tried his best to take in all of this information. He was supposed to wake up to the beginning of his adventure as a trainer, with his best friend by his side. Instead, he had awoken to find himself in diminutive size, on four legs and with brown fur encompassing him.

Most mornings, you wouldn't expect to wake up as a pokemon.

At least confirming his species as an Eevee as he tentatively lifted his fragile paws, mourning over the loss of his opposable thumbs, his face took on a look of shocked agony as he listened to the hushed whisper of someone nearby.

"There's one! Go for it!" The familiar voice was soon quieted by the sound of rustling leaves, leaving Largo scrambling to his awkward feet as he knew what was coming next. Unwilling to look backwards into the ironic face of reality, Largo tripped over his legs having no recollection of knowing how to walk like this, let alone run. Hastily kicking the dirt behind him in a pathetic attempt to propel himself, he steadied up and ran off into the plains ahead. The quiet thundering of the footsteps of someone much larger than him synchronized with his quickened heartbeat, adrenaline pumping throughout his unfamiliar body. Tail flailing uselessly behind him, he cursed whatever cruel deity would give him such floppy ears as they slowed his running to a painfully even pace with his pursuer.

"Well, my day's officially ruined." He sarcastically spoke to himself as he continued to sprint into the hills of open field, no forest in sight.

Tripping over his feet once more, Largo rolled into the wall of a steep dirt cliff, coughing up swallowed dust as he hyperventilated. He was dead tired, running for what seemed like hours. He squinted through the cloud of dust he left in his wake, the shine of rectangular glasses cutting through the dry mist. The boy in front of him clutched a pokeball in his hand, his legs bent, prepared to rest on the ground from running so much. Largo's eyes widened as his thoughts sank deeper into his brain. The boy was no more than twelve years old, a long black and white scarf coiled lazily around his neck. The black leather cabby hat he sported poorly hid the somewhat long hair on his head. The open dark green dress shirt and jeans he wore were littered with dirt and grass stains, the black T-shirt inside seemingly untouched. Time slowed into a slur while he continued to inspect his soon-to be captor. The ball had been thrown, movement speeding up little by little. As the ball was lanced towards Largo, he shut his eyes and surrendered his consciousness to the dark corner of his mind that knew what he had just seen.

Himself.


You guys are probably thinking "OH GOD ANOTHER STORY WITH AN EEVEE CHARACTER". …Yeah. Sorry. I'll try to make it good :[

Again, comments and critique are more than welcomed.