I thought about writing this one a few weeks ago, and said to myself, "You know what, Oni? This might actually end well. Courage of the Earth made you a better writer, and it's been a while since you played Pokemon. So you now know what you must write."
Pokemon and Zelda.
Btw, in honor of Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire.
Legend of Zelda: Siege on Sinnoh
Chapter 1
What's Your Choice?
"Get up, Lazy Butt! You missed getting your first Pokemon four years in a row, better not make it five!"
Oh, hi everyone. I might as well introduce myself, yeah? I'm Link, a 15 year-old Pokemon Trainer to be. I have messy blonde hair and deep blue eyes that my mom absolutely loves. That was my mom, Sheena. But yeah, I have a pretty high capacity for sleep. The past four years, I've missed my chances. By the time I actually managed to get there, all of the Pokemon were chosen by the other trainers. My friend Zelda, a morning person, got hers when she was 10, just like kids are supposed to. And here I am, a 15 year-old loser with no Pokemon.
Not yet, anyway.
This time, I decided to actually get to bed earlier so that when my internal alarm went off, I'd actually wake up in time to get to Professor Sahasrahla's lab to get a starter Pokemon. Year after year, he changes the Pokemon that new trainers can get. I don't know what they are this year, but I hope I can get a strong one.
I jumped out of bed and did a quick sweep of the room to find my clothes. I had a primarily green room. It's been my favorite color for years, truthfully. I had a standard oak bed with a nice headboard and green covers with a yellow pillow. The carpets were gray with a green diamond pattern on them to give the room some style. The dressers matched my bed, oak, and held most of my clothes. The rest was shoved into my closet. I had a decently large T.V., 48 in. flat screen. I had a WiiU with a few games for it. I had Hyrule Warriors, one of my favorite games ever,and Super Smash Bros. because what self-respecting WiiU owner wouldn't get it? Other than that, I didn't have too much, but I got along. I looked at my game chair, where I typically left my clothes, but to my surprise, they weren't there.
"Mom, where's my clothes?"
"I put them in the wash! No son of mine is going to become a Trainer smelling like the rear end of a Miltank!"
"*Sigh* Alright. Did you save my belt at least? that thing never smells, at least."
My mother came up wearing her usual casual wear: a grey shirt with a yellow floral pattern, a worn pair of blue jeans, and yellow socks. My mom wasn't exactly the tallest person. She was only 5'5" as opposed to my 5'9". For a 27 year-old, that isn't too impressive. Now, I know what you're all thinking. "Wait, why is your mom only 12 years older than you? What's wrong with her?!" The simple answer is that I was adopted when I was 10. She wanted a kid, but she wasn't going to... yeah. My real parents died in a car crash back when I was 4. They were really nice people, but so is my current mom.
"Here. I sprayed it so it would at least be a little clean."
She tossed me my favorite belt, an Attack on Titan belt featuring all of the different divisions. It's one of my favorite animes. I don't know why, but the people who make those always get it right. The voice acting for the main character isn't exactly perfect, though.
"Thanks, Mom. *Sniff* ...Did you use Febreeze on this?"
"Yes, I did. I told you, I wanted to make sure you don't smell."
I shrugged and waved her out. I wasn't going to let her watch me change, no matter how much she cared for me. My pajamas consisted of a black sleeveless shirt with white stripes up the sides and a pair of green pajama bottoms with a white waist band. I took off my shirt and looked in the mirror. Even for a 15 year-old, I had a reasonably fit build. I grabbed a black shirt with a green flame pattern from my closet and threw it on and looked at the mirror again. It was kinda tight, but I didn't mind. Girls like it when you can see your muscles, anyway. Sadly, most girls don't really like the kid who watches a ton of anime and plays a ton of video games. But, Zelda always looked past that. That's why she's my best friend. Word around town is she's become a great trainer in the past few years. She is particularly fond of her Staraptor she got right after she got her starter. It was the first Pokemon she caught on her own. Anyway, time to focus on memories later, I have to get ready! I grabbed a green sleeveless zip-up with a hood on it, though I never really wear hoods. I prefer hats. I took of my pajama bottoms and grabbed a pair of black jeans to put on. As I tried to do it standing up, I fell on my face.
"Are you okay?" called my Mom from downstairs.
"I'm fine," I called back. In reality, my face hurt a little. But, from my experience, I was one of the kids who could take a hit.
"Just checking, I heard a loud noise."
"Just dropped my dumbbell."
I told you, I was rather fit. I had to work out to stay like this. I pulled up my pants the rest of the way and grabbed my belt, then rung it on all the loops. I have a small chain that I hook to my wallet on to keep it secure, so I grabbed that and hooked it on a belt loop and put my wallet in my pocket. I grabbed my necklace off my desk and put it on, a shield with intricate marks all over it. (1) I grabbed a pair of black socks from my drawer and put them on, rolling all the way up. I prefer to be a bit warmer, so why not? There was a hat on my desk that I also grabbed and put it on, a green beanie to cover my ears. They were kinda sharp unlike most people, just a slight mutation. They weren't bad, just different. I also had a birthmark on my hand shaped like a trio of triangles. I really like it, and as such have it sewn on basically all of my clothing. It's on the left sleeve of my black shirt I'm wearing right now, actually. Sidetracked again, sorry. I opened my drawer and grabbed a pair of black finger less gloves out and put them on, then reached for my back, a white bag with a single green strap. I grabbed my phone off of my desk a normal white phone, nothing special. I have a small pack that I carry everywhere that I strapped to my belt, a nice white pouch. I decided that's where I would keep my Pokemon. My shoes were hidden under my bed, so I got down and grabbed them. They were mainly green with white soles, toes, and laces. After I put them on, I decided I was ready to go.
I ran down the stairs, careful not to fall down again. My mom was cooking breakfast, but I wasn't sticking around for that, not today. I want to be at Professor Sahasrhala's first so I have every option I could. Once I got there, I ran straight into bad news.
Groose, local bully.
Groose wasn't the nicest guy on the planet, not even close. He picked on weaker kids and took their money. I was well-known as the guy who always tried to stop him, but usually didn't do very well. Zelda, his crush who really wanted nothing to do with him, usually mediated that.
"Hey, what do you know, boys, if it isn't Stink!"
Groose ran a small group of bullies. It was him, Cawlin, and Stritch. Cawlin was short, but he was a bit of the 'Mafia boss" stereotype, making others do the dirty work for him, and Stritch was really tall, but he wasn't exactly a bully, just friends with Groose.
"Hey Stink, what's smellin' today?"
"Nothing, Groose, just here for my Pokemon."
"Oh, you didn't hear? There's four of us, and three Pokemon. You can guess who isn't getting one."
"Whoever gets there last!" I yelled as I darted towards the lab. Though Groose was physically stronger than me, I wasway faster than anyone in his crew, and as such got there first.
"Professor Sahasrahla!"
"Ah, hello there, Link! How are you this fine evening?"
"Uh, it's about 8 in the morning."
"Ah, yes, yes, my bad. Now, what can I help you with?"
I puffed out my chest and placed my hands on my hips.
"I'm here for my Pokemon. It's finally my time."
"Ah, yes! Precisely what I thought you'd be here for!"
"Now, which region are they from this year, Professor?"
"Kanto, young one. The fire-type, Charmander."
He released a little orange lizard with a flaming tail from a Pokeball while he spoke. He reached for another ball and released that one.
"The water-type, Squirtle."
It was a small blue turtle with a brown shell.
"And the grass-type, Bulbasaur."
The ball opened, revealing a green creature with a bulb on its back. All three lined up in front of me, each one speaking its own name.
"Char!"
"Squirtle!"
"Bulba!"
I though pretty hard about this. Bulbasaur was my first choice, but then I turned to Charmander. The fire lizard was tough-looking, and it looked ready to fight for what it believed in. And as such, my choice was made.
"I choose Charmander."
"Very well, Charmander it is! Shall you give it a nickname?"
"...Volvagia. It just sounds right to me."
"Then he is yours. Raise him well, Link. Remember that he is your first."
"I will, Professor, I will."
And with that, he placed the ball in my hand and Charmander walked over to me and hugged my leg.
"Char!"
"Well, hey, Volvagia. Looks like you'll be coming with me from now on."
"Char Char."
It was official. I was a Pokemon Trainer.
"It's dangerous to go alone, Link, take this!"
He handed me a Pokedex for keeping info about Pokemon I see and catch, and to my liking, it had a white and green color scheme.
"Thank you so much, Professor. Thank you!"
I walked outside right as Groose and his goons got there, sweating like pigs. They sighed and walked in, as they knew that one of them would leave without a pokemon. I however, was elated. I jumped in the air, pumping my fist up as well.
"FINALLY! I'M FINALLY A TRAINER!"
I walked home, my mother waiting for me in the kitchen.
"Hey, you left before you could get breakfast."
"Sorry, Mom, I was busy getting this. Come on out, Volvagia!"
Volvagia popped out of his ball, and waved to my mother.
"Charmander!"
"Oh, it's so cute!"
"Yes he is."
"Alright, my little trainer, you get breakfast before you head out."
"Yeah. I wanna be the best trainer ever, like no one ever was!"
Yes, Link is a trainer. Yes, he got a Charmander. Yes, he nicknamed said Charmander Volvagia. WHY THE FUG NOT? (1) A Hylian Shield. I actuallt have a nacklace like this, as well as the belt. THEY ARE AWESOME. Until next time, OniHelix out.
