M.M: Master of the Mist here, (M.M) for short, this is my first fanfic for Pokemon-
Chapter One: So Long Johto, Hello Sinnoh!
The sun was rising over New Bark Town, as young man bolted from a house and across the square, black boots pounding on the dirt road that lead up towards Professor Elm's lab. Once he approached the front door he stopped to take a breather hand propping him up against the door. As he began to catch his breath the door swung opened causing him to fall through the doorway and onto the hardwood floor.
"Well, you're late as usual Allen." A cocky voice came. Allen didn't have to look up to see Tabitha Moon, the sister of the well known gym leader, Morty of Ecruteak City.
"Shut up Tabby!" Allen said glancing up and seeing her glaring at him with disgust. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans and the Ecruteak City Gym Shirt, She looked just like her brother, except for the fact she was a girl and Morty was a guy. Her blonde hair was also a down past her shoulders. They had been rivals since the day he told her that Morty was not suit to be a gym leader and that there are far better trainers out there. "You missed me choosing my Pokemon Allen," she said with smirk holding up a pokeball.
"So what," he said get up, "it's probably some stupid ghost type." He finished as dusted him self off.
"Stupid!" she yelled back, making herself seam taller then she already was. Tabitha was already taller than Allen, which enraged him because he was almost a year older then she was.
"Yeah, who need a stupid ghost type anyways." he said walking past her arms behind his head.
"You may if you ever battle Whitney or Chuck" she said with grin.
"I'll just use something else" Allen said glancing over his shoulder, "After all, Ghost Pokemon are the most bogus type ever."
"Oh Yeah!" she yelled back "Did you know that ghost types can't be hit by a fighting or normal type attack!"
"Unless you use foresight" Allen answered back.
"That move is unfair and you know it!" Tabitha protested getting closer to Allen.
"Is not, even ask your want to be gym leader of a brother." Allen teased.
Tabitha's face became purple and she shoved Allen back causing him to stumble back into a bookshelf knocking books off and showering him with books and small knick-knacks. "Take that ass!" she said slamming the door behind her causing yet another onslaught of books to fall.
Once Allen dug himself out from the immense pile of books, Professor Elm came out, "My Allen, you certainly know how to rile her up now, don't you?" he chuckled.
"Sorry for the mess Professor," Allen apologized, putting books back in random order.
"No problem at all Allen" the Professor told him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Now let's get you that Pokemon" he said in hope to cheer the poor lad up
Allen looked up at Elm and smiled, "Thanks Professor." He said with a smile.
They entered a large room filled with large machines and rows of bookshelves. Professor Elm walked over to a small table with two small pokeballs lying in the center. "You may choose one." Elm said motioning to the red and white colored balls.
Allen slowly reached out for the one the right but then hesitated, "What kind of Pokemon rest inside?" he asked hand still floating over the one on the right.
Elm paused, "I don't remember to be honest," he said walking back to his desk looking through papers, it seems that I lost the papers," he continued scratching his head, "Sorry I wasn't much help Allen." He apologized.
Allen looked up at him "It's OK Professor, but how did Tabitha get a ghost type?" he asked.
Elm looked puzzled, "Oh, her brother ordered one especially for her, which seemed strange why he didn't just give her one of his own …": he paused, "never mind that, you'll just have to find out for yourself Allen, as soon as you battle her." Elm said, "Morty was very strict that I kept it a secret from other trainers for some reason or another, and I respect that, sorry Allen"
Allen then looked at the pokeball his hand was still hovering over pokeball, he gulped "Here goes nothing." He said grabbing the pokeball.
The Moment he touched it; a small yellow and navy Pokemon it looked up at Allen with its closed eye, or what looked like closed eye it was hard to tell. It smiled and cried "Cyndaquil!" jumping into Allen's arms.
"Oh my," Elm stated, "That's a Cyndaquil a fire Pokemon!" he almost looked surprised the Cyndaquil seemed too attached to Allen. "I have never seen a Pokemon take to its trainer so suddenly."
"Why?" Allen asked Cyndaquil propped up on his right shoulder.
"Well," Elm started. "Cyndaquil are normally easy frightened and don't normally attach to trainer, out of all the Cyndaquil I see this is the first time it have seen one so friendly," he rambled on for quit some time about the experiences he's' had with Cyndaquil and their trainers, almost to the point that Allen almost fell asleep.
Quite sometime later one of Elm's aid came into the room, "Excuse me sir?" he said quietly as if almost afraid the rambling man might throw something at him.
"Oh, what is Dawson?" Elm asked when he saw he man hiding behind the door.
"I have a call for Mr. Parker" he said. "It's his mother she sounds deeply worried." He entered the room reveling he was quite tall and had a small yellow plug like Pokemon by his side "Ele" he cried following his owner who walked across the room and handed Allen a cordless phone.
"Hello?" Allen talked into the phone.
As he expected, his mom wanted him home right away. When he hung up the phone he apologized to Elm and left quickly, Cyndaquil on his tail.
The moment he got home, his mother stood there with a backpack on the table, along with a black leather belt with six empty pokeballs on it. "Allen," his mother petite women with long red hair and green eyes spoke softly, "I have something to talk to you about." She said looking at the table then at Allen.
Allen walked over to his mother and put his hand on her shoulder, "Is something wrong mom?" he asked.
His mother looked at him and smiled. "My friend from Sinnoh called me today," she started
"Sinnoh?" Allen asked puzzled.
"Yes, he has a daughter who is also starting to become a trainer, Samantha. You remember her right?" she asked
Allen looked up "You mean Sissy Sammy?" he asked jokingly
"Allen James Parker, Samantha may have not have been a "tomboy" but she was your best friend until she moved, and if I remember right you where down for weeks if not months the day she moved, until you started focusing on becoming a trainer."
"Anyways mom you were saying" he persisted
"Oh, yes" his mother said blushing. "He wants to know if you want to enter the Sinnoh League instead of the Johto League and travel with Samantha, I said I'd talk to you and see what you wanted to do."
Allen paused, Cyndaquil looking up at him. "Oh my a cutie!" his mother cried breaking his concentration as she picked up the small Pokemon.
"Cynda!" It cried happily as his mother snuggled it up against her cheek.
Allen looked puzzled as she placed Cyndaquil down and it waddled over to him. Allen crotched down so he was almost eye level with it. "What do you think pal, you want to enter the Sinnoh League?"
The small mousy Pokemon nodded in agreement, "Quil!" it as if saying yes.
"Then it's settled when dose do I leave?" he asked.
His mother smiled "Tomorrow morning, first thing" she answered tears in her eyes.
"Tomorrow!" he yelled.
"Yes, tomorrow, you have all you need in this pack. She explained.
"Well if I leave in the morning we'll need out sleep eh, Cyndaquil?" he said heading for the stairs."
"Quil!" it answered in agreement.
Once Allen was in bed, he looked up at the full moon through his skylight and smiled "Tomorrow," he said scratching his sleeping Cyndaquil's head.
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M.M: I know it's kind of long sorry had to start it up with introducing the main character and his Cyndaquil, and no I don't know Morty's Last Name so I choose Moon because Ghost types only come out when the moon is….
Next Chapter: Commotion on the Seas, Save Sneasel!
