It's a new story guys, and I hope you all enjoy it :) Can not say I worked hard on this because I had fun, and I don't think "work hard" and "fun" should be put in the same category, cool beans?
So this is a WhitexN fanfic, I don't wanna call her Hilda because that sounds German, and chicacbiddys' I'm not german! I'm Black/Hispanic so I just refuse that name, and Touku sounds like an Amazon Bird name y'know that bird in the jungle with a colorful beak...dang I forgot the name :( Anyway Enjoy the Fanfic
Dedicated To: SilverxBird It was her b-day and I TOTALLY did not wish her a Happy Birthday so yeah stab me we a fork Silver!
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon...isn't that obvious or what? Seriously people are looking for reasons to sue these days...:/
Warning: The longness for this chapter is INSANE, by my standards
Song of the Day:Pappara...dear god talk about a ear orgasm XD
The corners of her mouth kept twitching downward as she let her eyes roam over her fallen Pokémon. This was real, not a childish Pokémon battle where her fallen Pokémon would easily be healed at a Pokémon center, in just a matter of seconds. White glanced at the assailant, her eyes drilling into his for a brief minute before turning back to her now non-breathing Pokémon. White desperately wished that her eyes were tricking her, her treasured friend, her Dewott. He couldn't be dead; the thought didn't even occur to her that a Pokémon could die from unnatural causes.
"Hey kid, get away, this aberration of a Pokémon was causing havoc everywhere. Luckily I put it down in time."
The 14 year old trainer didn't budge from her spot. Instead she turned her head considerably and glared at the metallic weapon of death in his bloody hands. "Why?"
"I just told you—wait now!" The sinister looking man halted, rooted to the ground like an Ivysaur using Ingrain. "Was this your Pokémon by chance?"
Without responding, White reached into her pack and withdrew a shining pokeball. Usually holding a pokeball would give the blue eyed trainer a rush of adrenaline, but now she felt like it weighed a good 50 pounds in her hand. Tears started to leak from Whites' eyes. Pressing the small white button on the pokeball, White sputtered out in a dumbfounded breath. "Return, Dewott."
A ray of red light emerged from the pokeball and sprinted toward the stone still body of the dead Pokémon. Dewotts' body didn't merge into a form of light and return to the ball; instead it remained on the ground. Not moving, not breathing; not living.
"It's dead," The man drawled out from behind White in the most retarded way.
Sobs the sound of hiccups amplified about twelve times erupted from the girl's chest. Pressing the white button on the pokeball repeatedly to recall her Pokémon, White found that an intense fear filled her chest. The fear of becoming lonely. Fear of not having a loved one near anymore.
"I-I know t-that…wh-why…h-how could a person with a heart do such a thing?" White sobbed out quietly, her voice growing louder with each word.
"Kid, I didn't know that it was your Pokémon! I swear, I saw it taunting one of my Herdier; my Herdier was doing its job alright then your Dewott attacked it, almost killing my Pokémon! What was I supposed to do eh?
Whites' jaw slammed repeatedly against the upper jaw of her mouth. "That's…completely s-stupid!"
The middle aged man was now getting irritated and slid his pistol back into his gun-holder. Shifting from one leg to the other he spat onto the ground; a sorry attempt of a smirk crept its way up to his menacing face. "Get outta' here kid, Pokémon die every day for food. Heck! I bet your Dewott would taste mighty good in some stew."
Whites' cheeks puffed out, in a vomiting notion before they went back down. After repeating that notion a few times, White leaned over and retched on the ground, her eyes filling back up with tears in the process. Feeling light headed, White collapsed onto her knees and cried in her elbows, her sobbing growing louder in the process. But that entire racket stopped when she felt a cool metal on the back of her neck.
The man had knocked her out, and White preferred being knocked out. To see her beloved Pokémon gradually be flooded in its own blood was unbearable. To see her best friend since birth being knocked down with a single piece of metal was a scarring moment that would alter her view of the world, but legends and myths alike always foretold that, from loss comes rebirth.
"God you sleep as long as a Slaking, can't you wake up already?" Bianca huffed out angrily. "Come on White, you promised!"
Shifting over onto her right arm, White lazily opened one Aquamarine eye. Annoyance easily read in her furrowed glares. "Just go away Bianca, besides it's not until tomorrow so just let me sleep. Okay?"
Bianca made an annoying buzzing sound equal to the sound a buzzer would make on a game show if you got a question wrong. "You're wrong White, it's today."
Quickly up onto her bum, White glanced at the clock to the right of her bed before letting out a small gasp. "Bianca…it's today, the day Black gets his first Pokémon!"
Raising a slightly amused eyebrow, Bianca turned around to look around Whites' room, her hand unconsciously petting her fluffy blonde mane. "I said that already White…"
Slamming open the door to her closet, White frantically looked through all of her articles of clothing, her tongue sticking out of the side of her mouth in deep concentration. "No you didn't, you just told me to wake up."
Bianca rolled her eyes and called out to White a light warning that it was going to be hot today so she better settle on something nice and cool.
Finally picking out some ripped shorts and a white tank top with a black vest on top. White stripped down and anxiously put on her clothing. Bianca was currently helping White out by making her bed.
An alarm on the night-table next to Whites' bed went off in quick shrill shrieks. Bianca now slightly exasperated leaned over and bopped the alarm clock with her fist, causing White to angrily scold her for hitting her things.
Once White had put on her socks and sneakers, the two slightly disheveled females raced their way downstairs where they found a stoic faced teenager leaning back in Whites' living room couch watching TV on the flat screen that was built into the wall.
Letting out a loose smile, Bianca sauntered over to the couch and plopped herself down next to the serious faced teen. "Well at least you're here and ready on time Cheren."
"When am I not on time Bianca?"
The wild-eyed blonde opened her mouth to retort back but was stopped short when a door slammed open with so much force it could probably push over a fully grown sleeping Snorlax. A young teen bounded down the stairs, a wide smile etched onto his face. His unruly hair was stuffed into a red/white cap. In his right hand he carried another pink/white cap.
"Good morning Black," Bianca cooed out first, her eyes sparkling with adoration for the younger boy.
White bit back a giggle at her best friends' antics. Everyone in Nuvema Town knew that Bianca went completely goo-goo over Blacks' cute appearance. Since Cheren, Bianca, and White have been friends since birth they were inseparable, but when Black came along two years afterwards Bianca went cuckoo over Black.
"Hey Bianca," Black greeted cheerfully earning a giddy squeal from Bianca who was currently jumping for joy over 'Blacks' cuteness this morning'.
"Black," Cheren nodded simply, his bangs clinging to the rims of his wide spectacles.
The brown haired boy gave a smile and nodded back before turning to White. "Sis, you know what today is right?"
Scoffing, White leaned onto her right leg and sent a bothersome smirk to her younger brother. "Of course I do, you've been talking about it every minute of every day."
Shrugging in acceptance Black walked over to the main kitchen table and sat down in one of the wooden chairs, his maple syrup eyes constantly gliding over to the front door. White sat in the seat adjacent to his and placed her hand over his left knuckle that was currently thumping the kitchen table in an irritating fashion. Black turned his attention to White and gave her a nervous smile, raising his right hand from under the table he handed the pink/white cap over to the aquamarine eyed female.
"Oh this is such a cute cap Black, who is this for?"
Black deadpanned before letting loose an agitated sigh, "The King of Unova."
White growled at Black in an intimidating fashion, "What are you talking about? There is no King, just that weird guy on the news, of which I'm 100% sure is smoking crack."
"Yeah he seems very…erm, crazy," Cheren said, whilst settling down in a vacant chair with Bianca following suit.
"He looked very cute to me," Bianca mumbled, a light blush dusting her pale cheeks as she resisted the urge to squeal out of delight.
Rolling her eyes White turned to Cheren with a dainty smile. "How are your Pokémon doing?"
The black haired male apprehensively gulped and pulled out six Pokéballs from his belt loops. Placing each of the red and white Pokéballs carefully on the table top he spoke quietly, "They are all doing fine."
"Anyway, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," Black snapped. "This cap is special for you and me because we are both starting our journeys today!"
White felt her heart stop for a brief second before she stood up abruptly, her happy mood now completely stomped on. "What are you talking about? This is your journey, not mine! It was already decided that a journey is not for me."
Black, Bianca, and Cheren frowned slightly, neither one of them knew what to say next.
"Well say something! What is Black talking about you guys?" White turned to Cheren and Bianca for support but was met with hardened gazes.
Cheren, being one to never be out-yelled stood up also. "It's time for a new beginning White…"
"Yes for Black, not for me! I started my journey two years ago, and it all ended with my partner," Tears started to grow in Whites' eyes as she shoved her face into her hands. Bianca leaned forward in her chair and embraced White; this was just standard for Bianca, so she knew just what to do.
There was an uncomfortable silence as White sobbed into Biancas' orange shirt, but in an instant Whites' sobbing was stopped short when she felt something being shoved onto her head. Looking up warily from her hands, she saw Black standing behind Bianca with an accomplished look on his face.
"You look really nice in that cap White."
Now the sobbing had completely stopped. White touched the cool cotton on top of her head and relished in the feel of a quality cap being placed on her head. Bianca smiled in approval and motioned for White to turn around in her seat so that she could fix the cap completely.
"Your nose is red," Cheren mused. "You're getting ready for Christmas already?"
"Oh, shut up cherry," White mumbled quietly, a small smile on her face. White motioned for Cheren to hand her one of the tissues on the table. After White blew her nose, Bianca let loose a sigh of admiration, signaling that she was done fixing the cap. White turned back around in her seat, and the slightly crazy blonde dug into her shoulder purse and held out a small pocket mirror for White to look into.
White couldn't help but smile at Biancas' handy work. With naturally thick hair, Whites' luscious hair fell perfectly out of the small hole in the back of the cap.
"It looks really good, thank you…everyone."
"Well you actually have to thank Black," Bianca said, motioning to Black behind her with an elegant wave.
"Thanks, little bro."
Blacks' eyes lit up with hope as he held his hands together in front of his chest, "Does that mean you'll go on the journey with me White?"
Slightly frowning, White shook her head. "You're 14 years old, you should be old enough to go out on your own journey all by yourself, that's how old I was when I went out on my journey with D-Dewott…Now I'm 16, that's far too late to go on another journey, besides, who takes a 'second journey' ?"
Crossing his arms in front of his chest, Cheren shook his head in disagreement. "Don't tell me you're that stupid White, I thought you were the only person in this town who matched my intelligence, I guess I was wrong about that."
Gritting her teeth, White waved her hands wildly around her in a very intense debate against Cheren. Both of them were retorting with an insult equally as sharp. Though as intense as the argument was, everybody was cracking up, and soon, there was only laughter left ringing in the room.
A ring at the doorbell instantly broke down everybody's laugh to nothing. Everyone paused, just staring at each other; they all knew what was waiting outside the door.
Black nervously laughed as he sat back down in his chair, his eyebrows creasing in anxiety.
"Aren't you going to get that Black, I mean, you've been waiting for this," Bianca lightly giggled into her fist.
"Oh, god I'm gonna be sick!" Black faked his cheeks puffing out in a vomiting notion. "Can you get that for me White?"
"Yeah, sure."
White strode over to the main door and was met with a smiling stout mailman.
"Why haven't you grown White? You're still a little shortie though."
Still having the giggles in her stomach, White laughed at that. "Well, being short has its perks. So did you have a package for Blacks' special day today?"
The mailman dug into his messenger bag and pulled out a rectangular shaped present. The wrapping paper was plain blue with printed words on it that said 'Your Big Adventure Starts Now'. It was all held together with a simple red ribbon.
White carefully took it from his outstretched hand. "Thanks a lot Sam, you're the best!"
"Tell me something I don't know," The mailman snickered and left with a polite goodbye down their personal sidewalk.
Shutting the door quietly, White made her way back to the kitchen table and placed the parcel in front of Black gently, a graceful smile lighting her features. "Congratulations on your big day Black."
"Congrats!" Bianca yelled with tears in her eyes as she embraced Black tightly.
"You're going to have the time of your life, Black." Cheren added with one of his rare smiles.
Blacks' eyes filled with tears overdramatically, "Thank you so much you guys, really…"
With what seemed like years, Black managed to finally take off the wrapping paper that he claimed he, "Wanted to preserve in a personal scrapbook he was going to make sooner or later". After all that was done, a simple cardboard shoebox was all that remained. Lifting the lid up carefully, Black placed it to the side. The inside of the box was engulfed with a green velvet fabric. Memories of getting their first Pokémon rushed back to White, Cheren, and Bianca. Their faces getting increasingly more interested, because the trainer starter group always sent a random starter Pokémon to each trainer depending on their personality, but of course becoming a trainer was different everywhere.
"Hurry up Black, you killing me here," White teased.
Ignoring White completely, Black moved the velvet out of the way and found two shining Pokéballs resting on even more green velvet material.
"You get two Pokémon?" Cheren cried in disbelief. "Are you really that strange that they couldn't match you with one Pokémon?"
"Be nice Cheren," Bianca scolded as if protecting her son from a bully.
Black held up his hand to stop all talking and attract the attention back to him. "These Pokéballs are engraved, one has a B on it and the other has a W on it."
"One is for White then," Cheren answered quickly.
"No I think it's for wheat bread," Bianca responded sarcastically, earning a glare from Cheren.
White met Blacks' eyes, her ocean blue eyes trying to find any secrets that his maple brown eyes held. The pony-tailed brunette then broke the silence and spoke to Black in an interrogating voice. "Did you sign up for two trainers with me included?"
"I told you that you were going on this journey with me." Black said using his best reasoning voice.
"No you asked me!"
"You didn't give me a definite answer!"
The cerulean eyed female felt the corners of her mouth pull down again. "My Pokémon died…do you people not understand what I am saying? I was not meant to have Pokémon under my possession if I can't even keep an eye on it."
Please don't cry, you've cried enough already. White sniffed at her now running nose and wiped at it with a tissue. "We might as well take that extra Pokémon up to Professor Juniper since we have to get your Pokédex registered at the Lab anyway."
"White please," Bianca whispered, her lower lip quivering in sympathy for her best friend.
Cheren grunted in agreement, while Black nodded viciously.
"Please don't force me," White retaliated. She wanted badly to just run upstairs and cry in her bedroom. Most people didn't understand her situation; usually their remedy for clearing situations up like this was to get another Pokémon. But to White it was just as saying, 'If your mother died, get a new one and all will be swell' and that just wasn't the case for White.
"Then you will waste your life!" Black yelled at his older sister, earning a gasp from her. "How can you expect to be a normal human being if you can't even handle seeing a Pokémon out of their Pokéball?"
And what Black said was true. White had a new phobia of not wanting to let any Pokémon out of their pokeball, or out of her sight. The thought of an innocent Pokémon getting hurt destroyed her on the inside; just the thought of a Pokémon battle seemed incredibly violent to her.
"But I am normal."
"You're not," Cheren stated laying everything down flat. "You will not lead a normal life if you don't have any interaction with Pokémon."
White broke down after that.
"Ah, good to see you all here," Professor Juniper tittered. "You haven't opened your Pokéballs yet have you, White, Black?"
"No…" White mumbled. This lab, this same dialogue was getting to her, bringing back memories of her and her Dewott.
"No ma'am," Black clucked eagerly, trying to not let his sisters bad mood get to him.
Professor seemed to sense Whites' terrible mood and directed most of her dialogue to Black. "Well, let's see your Pokémon first Black. I'm terribly excited to see which Pokémon you were matched with, and I'm sure you are too Black."
Black nodded and grabbed his Pokéball out of his pocket. Taking a moment to analyze the sparkling new Pokéball, he cautiously pressed the polished white button in the middle of the ball with his thumb causing it to enlarge. Blacks' eyes grew even wider with enchantment as he looked up to White for guidance. The cerulean eyed female just gave him grin of approval and nodded her head for him to proceed. If they weren't in Professor Junipers' lab, then White would have made him keep his Pokémon in its pokeball, but Whites' unscrupulous mood seemed to evaporate at seeing her little brothers face light up with a new sort of joy. The joy of starting a journey after lying dormant for 14 years.
Cheren and Bianca were watching from the lab seats in the back with a sort of elation in their eyes at seeing the delighted scene in front of them.
Black spread his legs apart in a regular trainer stance; after a bit of contemplating on how to throw the Pokéball, Black just decided to throw the Pokéball up into air yelling, "KYYYAAA!"
A ray of white light emerged from the Pokéball as it opened then flew back into Blacks' outstretched hand. After the ray of light touched the ground it disappeared leaving a Pokémon in its place. A small mole like Pokémon gazed curiously around the lab until its gaze fell on Black. It seemed to recognize its trainer as it cried out in joy. Its claw/hands looked like concave drills; its nose was a nice pink rose, and its plump body held what seemed a sort of blue stripe design.
"It is so adorable!" Bianca cooed, "I almost caught one of those, but my team was full."
Cheren gazed at the Pokémon carefully before letting out a small sneeze. "I'm allergic to ground types…"
Black knelt down in front of the smaller Pokémon; a wide smile shimmied its way onto his face. "Hey…you're a Drilbur right?"
"Dril-Dril," The tiny Drilbur nodded.
"Why don't we get your Pokédex registered so you can learn more about your Pokémon, Black," Professor Juniper exclaimed, almost jumping up in down in her spot, her hand outstretched for Black to hand her his Pokédex.
Black nodded and reached into his huge pocket to hand her his brand spanking new dark purple Pokédex, though his eyes were glued to Drilbur however in fascination that he finally had a Pokémon to call his own.
Turning around to a small Ivy-colored laptop, Prof. Juniper connected a USB cable from the laptop to the Pokédex. After Prof. Juniper typed in some complicated codes, a small ding echoed from the laptop. The orange haired Professor turned around in her rolling-chair and handed the purple rectangular Pokédex back to Black. "If you just slide that switch on the side of the Pokédex and hold up the camera shot to a Pokémon, your Pokédex will automatically record data on that Pokémon and tell you information on it."
"That is so cool," Black mumbled mostly to himself as he held up the Pokédex to his Drilbur, who was now, miraculously, taking a nap on the floor, its claws tucked neatly underneath its head like a pillow. After switching his Pokédex on, he held it up to his Drilbur and pressed the 'record information' button on the touch screen. A slightly robotic voice began to speak. "Pokémon: Drilbur. Known Moves Are: Scratch, Mud Sport, and Rapid Spin. Classification: Ground-type. Gender: Male."
"Ah that is totally cool," Black hooted, he knelt beside Drilbur once again and lightly shook him awake. Drilbur groggily sat up on its behind and gave Black a small smile. "Hey Drilbur, my name is Black. You and I are going to have a lot of fun on this journey; we'll become legends without us even noticing it, but we got to work on you sleeping habits first before anything!"
Black fist-pumped the air as Drilbur followed suit.
"Dril-Dri-Drilbur?" Drilbur motioned to everyone else in the room with a confused look on his charming mole face.
"Ah," Black said, snapped his fingers in understanding. "These are all our friends."
Professor Juniper chuckled knowingly, "Okay Black, let me just see your Drilbur for a second so I can gather more information on that certain species, and make sure everything is all dandy with it."
"Yeah, sure thing Professor."
Black picked up his small Pokémon carefully, as if handling a newborn babe. The brown haired male gently handed the small Pokémon to Professor Juniper, which caused the mole Pokémon to squirm and complain that the Professors hands were too cold.
"Why don't we see what Pokémon you got White?" The slightly cuckoo professor called over her shoulder, too intensely focused on the small mole Pokémon in front of her to make eye contact with White.
White put her sneakers together and lightly rocked back and forth from her heels to her toes. "Um…about that Professor…I wanted to see if you could take this Pokémon off my hands, or give it to another trainer."
Turning around quickly in her chair, Professor Juniper glowered at White. "I know your only Pokémon was… killed just two years ago White, and I know you're hurting…trust me I know. But you can't keep pushing things off White so I've decided that this is mandatory that you go out and have another adventure, or call it whatever you like! But you and Black are going off to see the world with Pokémon."
Feeling more tears building up in corner of her eyes, White croaked out, "But profess—"
"No 'buts' White," Professor Junipers eyes softened a bit as she spoke more tenderly. "I've known you since you were a little girl, don't worry...shooting a Pokémon is illegal now, just go or else your happiness will only go down."
White remained quiet and wiped her tears on the back of her hand. "If I must…"
Bianca squealed and ran over to White, pulling Cheren along with her. "We'll go on this new journey with you too White, it'll be just like old times!"
Old times…I wish. White just sniffed.
"Well let's see your Pokémon then White unless you plan on just standing here all day," Cheren teased.
Reaching into her own pocket White feebly took her own Pokéball out of her pink shoulder bag. The engraved black W shined in the florescent light of the lab, causing it to glare back into Whites' eyes making her flinch. White kissed the Pokéball gently, and whispered a silent prayer that nothing would happen to this innocent Pokémon. Throwing the Pokéball up into the air, a bright flash of white light erupted from the Pokéball and landed on the floor. The Pokéball flew back into Whites' hand as it did to Black. Once the white light dispersed, all that was left was a small Pokémon, just a tad bit taller than Blacks' Drilbur.
"Osh-Oshawott," The small otter Pokémon chirped cheerfully.
"Aww, you got another adorable Oshawott," Bianca cooed, her cheeks a bright red from the cuteness she claimed just 'radiated' from the small otter Pokémon. "I could just eat it up in some Pecha Berry sauce, mmh."
The poor Oshawott seemed scared of the gushy blonde and ran to hide behind White. "Osha-osh-Oshawott!" It held out an offending paw to the blonde in an order for her to stay away. Its long whiskers brushed against Whites' ankles making her shiver slightly from the tingly touch.
White seemed frozen in place as she stared blankly in front of her, not being able to comprehend that she had gotten the same type of Pokémon she had all those years ago.
Bianca was currently trying to chase Whites' poor Oshawott down to give it a tight hug, while Cheren was attempting to calm Bianca down by shouting and running after her.
Black in the meantime was already telling his Drilbur their life plans and what Pokémon they would be aiming to catch.
"I can't believe I got another Oshawott," White mumbled to herself. Oh this place, this Pokémon that she just received made her want to breakdown and never wake up again. Raising her delicate voice above the racket White called out, "Can you guys stop running around?"
Bianca froze in place causing Cheren to hit her back and fall back onto his bum; his glasses were slanted at an odd angle.
"Do I get a new Pokédex, Professor Juniper?" White groaned, desperately hoping that she didn't even need to carry it with her.
"No, no I still have your old Pokédex that you gave me two years ago so just use that one," Juniper said lightly. Getting up from her seat, Juniper almost skipped to one of the tall filing cabinets that she had in her office. After typing in a special code on a 9 key number pad, the cabinet drawers flew open. The Professor gave a relieved smile and dug into one of the files named 'White' and pulled out a baby blue Pokédex with several Pokémon stickers stuck onto the cover, that were now peeling off slightly.
(A/N Imagine the Pokédex looking like a slightly altered DS like the ones in the first season of Pokémon.)
White gently took the Pokédex out of the Professors' pale hand and switched it on. It still had a medium battery from the last time she used it.
"Oshawott, can you hold still for me please?" White asked sweetly to the small Pokémon, who was currently prodding the hem of Cherens' while asking him questions in Pokélanguage while Cheren just ignored the small water Pokémon. Just to the fact that he couldn't understand the small Pokémon.
The Pokémon stopped prodding the stoic faced teen and ran over to White. Freezing in front of White, Oshawott struck an adorable pose that just made White crack a smile. After holding up the small camera located in the Pokédex, White pressed the record information button on the touch screen just like Black did, and unwelcomed memories filled her head once more, making her small smile drop down.
"Pokémon: Oshawott. Known moves: Tackle, Tail Whip, Water Gun, and Water Sport. Classification: Water-type. Gender: Female."
Cheren pushed himself up with his elbows and blew some hair out of his face before speaking. "A female Oshawott…most Oshawott's are males so a female is pretty rare, you're lucky to get a female one."
White gulped and nodded. The gender didn't make a difference to her. Pulling her gaze from the small blue and white Pokémon, White looked at Bianca who was now crying in a corner due to the fact that Oshawott had stuck her tongue out at Bianca to spite her. Turning her gaze to Black, White noticed that Black was now receiving 5 Pokéballs from the Professor who waved him off with a smile.
"Thanks Professor, you're the best!" Black exclaimed, shoving the Pokéballs into his pocket. "I'll try to get a backpack in the next town so these unused Pokéballs don't break before I get another Pokémon."
"Make sure to nab some potions from the Pokémarts along the way also, just in case your Pokémon get injured so you don't always have to go to a Pokémon Center to get them healed, but always try to go there in case there is something seriously wrong, and I'm sure White will give you advice along the way so don't worry about anything," Professor Juniper made sure her eyes locked with Whites' pure blue ones. "You've got a great sister to watch your back."
The pony-tailed brunette blushed at the compliment and couldn't help the twitch in her cheek trying to turn into a smile.
At that moment Black got a good look at Oshawott's data on the Pokédex, "Hey White, your Pokémons' moves seem to be a bit more advanced than my Pokémons' moves, why do you get a more experienced Pokémon?" Black seemed to be a tad bit jealous but tried his best not to show it and act more mature.
"Well the answer to that may be that since White was already a trainer, they decided to give White a Pokémon who is just a bit more experienced than your Drilbur, but the difference between experience is nothing major so don't worry about it." The yogurt haired Professor motioned for White to come forward. After White stepped forward, Professor Juniper dug into her lab coat and pulled out 3 Pokéballs, her hand was outstretched for White to receive them. "Sorry you only get 3 White, but Black said he needed as much as he could."
"It's ok Professor, just keep em', it's not like I'm going to catch any Pokémon."
Professor Juniper glared at White so hard that the blue eyed female started to quiver in her spot. "Ok I'll take them!"
"Ah, we finally come to an understanding," Juniper smiled, handing over the capturing devices. "I expect to see you have at least 3 Pokémon the next time I see you."
"Well would I be able to keep my Pokémon-"
At the professors' tough stares, White had to rattle her brain for what she wanted to say, but before she could say anything Juniper beat her to it. "White don't you dare keep your Pokémon in that Pokéball all day, you guys should grow closer by just walking together, don't make things difficult, you've got on my bad side already today!"
When the Professor put it so blandly White just nodded her head, not wanting to be a nuisance ever. Oh she could feel the tears coming on, and this time, they were really biting at her eyes. White just lowered her head and nodded, so no one could see her eyes turn pink from the tears. "Yes ma'am."
"We better get going, it seems like it's going to rain soon," Cheren muttered with a hand over his eyes so he could look at the clouds. "If we want to get to Accumula Town fast enough in order to get a room at the Pokémon Center we better leave, like right now."
Bianca scoffed, a playful smirk making its way up to her baby-like face. "I bet I could get there before all of you!"
Black smiled at a little competition and sniffed in agreement, "Let's race in 5, 4, 3, 2—"
A small ringtone went off and Bianca held up her hand to stop the temporary race. "Sorry about that my Xtransceiver is going off." Switching the receive button on her orange Xtransceiver, she held it up close to her face so she could see the person that she was talking to.
Loud mumblings were heard from phone-type gadget, causing Oshawott and Drilbur to look around in confusion, as they started to walk around looking for a clue as to where the talking was emanating from.
"Ah, ah okay we'll be there in a snap Sir!" Ending the transmission, Bianca looked up worriedly at Cheren. "There's some trouble down in Nimbasa City, we have to go clear it up."
Nodding in understanding, Cheren sent an apologetic look towards White and Black. "Sorry about this guys…oh here." Digging into his pants pocket he pulled out two town maps and handed it to both White and Black. "You guys should be able to navigate anywhere with these maps."
"Thanks Cherry," White giggled, mostly to try to relieve herself of her mood.
"Yah thanks Cherry," Black said awkwardly, trying out the nickname that White used for Cheren.
Cheren glared at Black for a moment before grounding out in an irritated voice. "Only White can use that nickname, got that little man?"
Nodding in fright Black backed up to hide behind White; Drilbur who was also frightened by the pissed off trainer resorted to hiding behind Oshawott who was 8 inches taller. Cheren just nodded and called out Unfezant from his team. In a flash of light the huge bird Pokémon stood gloriously in front of everyone. The smug bird Pokémon pecked at its feet for a bit before saluting its master with one of its giant claws. The sudden movement caused Oshawott to shudder in fright slightly and falter a bit. The glasses wearing male hopped onto Unfezants' back, and motioned for Bianca to get on also.
"I don't think it's safe for you two to be riding on Unfezant," White said boldly, trying to act as if she had gotten over what happened before. "Something could happen to the poor thing, and with you two on its back, how could he defend himself?"
Bianca glowered slightly at White, already tired of her attitude. After mounting Unfezant, Bianca growled out a White. "We don't weigh more than 150 pounds total so don't get your knickers in a bunch, we'll be fine."
And with that final sentence from Bianca, Unfezant swept off the ground with a powerful wing thrust and started soaring through the sky as if it didn't have anything on its back at all. Some sand kicked up but quickly settled leaving White, Black and their Pokémon in awe at the majestic bird Pokémon.
"Well we better get going then White," Black spoke softly, pointing to an exit out of town. "Come on Drilbur."
"Drilbur," The mole Pokémon exclaimed in delight, as he sped up toward his master, trying to match his large footsteps.
White was still staring at the majestic bird Pokémon in flight and was about to take one step forward when she almost fell flat onto her face due to a light tugging at her ankle. Looking down, White mused at the sight of her cute Oshawott fuming at the sight of Black and his Drilbur already making their way through the tall grass.
"Oshawoootttt," The female otter cried anxiously ready to get a move along.
This caused White to smile a bit as she picked up the petite Oshawott in her arms, deciding that it was far too dangerous for a small Pokémon such as Oshawott to walk all by herself. Holding the Pokémon to her chest; she relished the feel of the otter's soft fur against her chin. "Okay Oshawott, we better get going then, we don't want Black and his scrawny little mole to get to Accumula Town before us!"
"Osha!"
Picking up the pace, White reached the town exit and called out for Black to slow down, yet Black wasn't in sight, causing White to shiver nervously. The tall dark grass swarmed all around White, and went up to her waist. White wanted to scream out loud, as she felt she would be soon swallowed whole by the dark grass, and with White being a bit shorter than everyone else, knew she would trip on something. White placed Oshawott on top of her head so she could make her way through the thick grass without accidentally dropping the poor sea mammal.
"Oshawott…" The humble sea mammal cautioned after a few moments of walking, her body tensing up on Whites' cap.
"What is it Oshawott?" White gasped almost falling onto her back as she felt the hair prickle up on her neck adding to her discomfort.
White felt completely uneasy at the moment, heck she felt uneasy just leaving the Pokémon lab. She knew it would be ridiculous to say that she thought a random person would just come out of nowhere and shoot her new precious Pokémon, and she knew it was ridiculous to say she was scared of grass…grass. But indeed she thought that way and yet if nobody came and shot her Pokémon, or if there was no grass at all, Pokémon could still kill other Pokémon; that was just how nature went. The only way to get back in her right frame of mind was to get through these thick patches of grass, and that was proving to be a very difficult task on its own.
The blue and white marine mammal dropped down from Whites' head, catching the petite trainer by surprise.
"Oshawott what are you doing? Oh come on Oshawott! The sooner we get out of here the better!"
Oshawott ignored her trainer; she was too set on protecting her trainer from the oncoming assault. Oshawott grabbed her beige shell from her stomach and held it out in preparation to attack, her button black eyes moving swiftly from side to side to sense any movement in the tall grass. "Osh…wott…"
Tensing up, White felt her whole body freeze in place. Her Pokémon was fixing to get into a battle by itself. White just knew she was going to have a panic attack if she saw any other Pokémon besides her Oshawott. Being a social reject didn't seem all that bad now as White contemplated just sprinting back to her house.
A shrill screeching was heard from a tree to their right, as a flurry of feathers swooped down from a high branch and hit Oshawott smack on the head causing her to fall onto her back. Oshawotts' eyes were a bit dazed, but she instantly sprang back up using her tail as a springboard. White gasped at seeing her Pokémon fall then get back up so quickly. It hurt her heart greatly to see her Pokémon take such a blow to the head, but seeing Oshawott get back up as if nothing happened set her heart ablaze with admiration for the strong tiny Pokémon.
A loud cawing erupted from a nearby tree then another flurry of feathers flew at a very high speed toward Oshawott, this time both the otter and White were ready.
White held her breath for a moment before whispering so quietly she wasn't sure Oshawott would hear her. "Water gun…"
But the small otter Pokémon apparently heard her and sucked in some air, causing her cheeks to enlarge. Oshawott held her breath till the mass of feathers were close enough. At the last moment, Oshawott let loose a strong stream of water to the offending Pokémon, earning a strangled cry from the bird Pokémon. In a second, the threatening Pokémon was down for the count.
"Crazy son of a—" Whites' sudden anxiety and fear turned quickly to anger. White stopped short at seeing her tiny otter Pokémon looking up at her eagerly to see what she was going to say next. "Never mind, you did great Oshawott…let's just try to never do that again."
Picking up Oshawott and setting her down on Whites' shoulder, Oshawott gazed at the bird in curiosity before snapping her attention back to White who was now speaking to her. "Maybe we should capture this crazy cun—um crazy Pokémon…y'know just to satisfy ol' mean Professor Juniper."
Nodding excitedly, Oshawott pulled on Whites' pony-tail out of nervousness, as if to signal for her to hurry up.
Pulling out a small vacant Pokéball, White enlarged it and took a shaky breath. What if it tries to attack Oshawott and I even after I catch it…oh god, please bless me!
White glanced at the fainted bird Pokémon and felt her heart lag down in guilt. She had used her Pokémon to attack this small bird Pokémon who was just probably trying to ward them both of its land. What type of monster am I to just attack a Pokémon out of fright…I think I'm going to be sick…
Rolling her shoulders around, Oshawott grunted in discomfort and moved up to sit on top of Whites' head. White sent an apologetic grin to Oshawott, and looked back at the Pokémon and held her breath to prevent from throwing up. Tossing the Pokéball at the winded Pokémon, White clamped her eyes shut and puffed out her cheeks to prevent from freaking out. After a moment White looked up to see that the Pokéball had stopped moving. White walked over cautiously and bended over to pick up the pokeball. "I wonder if I can…"
Pulling out her baby blue Pokédex from her pink shoulder bag, she held the camera part up to the Pokéball, and to her lucky prediction, the robotic voice came through the Pokédex.
"Pokémon: Pidove. Known Moves: Gust, Growl, and Leer. Classification: Flying-type. Gender: Female."
White bit back a chuckle; obviously feeling a tad more relaxed now knowing that the crazy bird Pokémon from before was not going to pop out of its pokeball. Putting the Pokéball into a cushioned compartment of her purse, White raised her head slightly to talk to the small otter Pokémon on her head. White bit back a smile. "Let's hope that the Pokémon center in Accumula Town can do something about this Pokémons PMS, or else we won't be able to do anything with this…Pidove…"
Nodding in agreement Oshawott started to hum a tune as if to symbolize that everything was alright and nothing was going to happen. "Osh-osh-Oshawa-Oshawott-wott…"
"Finally Accumula Town," White groaned, as did Oshawott.
With a soreness in her feet and thighs, White trudged all around town, her eyes roamed everywhere for her younger brother, but seeing no sign of him, she decided to head to the Pokémon Center. "He could be healing his Pokémon there, knowing him; he'll be challenging every person he sees." White mumbled to Oshawott who nodded at her reasoning.
Following several signs to the Pokémon center, White walked with a small limp. "I can't believe Black wouldn't wait for me! He's been pestering me to go on this journey with him, yet he doesn't even wait for me! What type of inconsiderate jerk does that, Oshawott?" Oshawott just shifted her body on Whites' cap and cooed suddenly at seeing Whites' younger brother.
Whites' eyes followed Oshawotts' paw, until her gaze landed on her younger brother, who was currently yelling at an older teenager who had an uninterested look in his eyes. Ignoring the pain in her legs, White lightly jogged over to where her younger brother and the older teenager were having their argument. White placed herself between Black and the teen and glared at the offending adolescent that towered over her.
The mysterious looking teen wore casual clothing of a white collared dress shirt over a simple long sleeved black shirt. His voluminous olive colored hair was messy and layered. A bland black and white cap was put on his head snugly to top it all off. His choppy bangs that almost covered his eyes gave him that mysterious seductive look, but what caught White off guard was his long hair held together in a low ponytail that gave him a regal look, a sudden desire to see if his hair was a soft as it looked rushed through her fingertips but she quickly deflated that unnatural feeling.
"You are?"
"Um..." White was too busy analyzing his features to hear him ask her a question.
"She's my sister so you better not even make eye-contact with her you piece of—"
White shoved a finger into her younger brothers' chest, stopping him from finishing his sentence. "Don't talk right now potty-mouth."
Turning her aquamarine gaze toward the older teen she put a hand on her hip. "Mind telling me why my brother was yelling at you?"
The mysterious older teen licked his lips and shifted his weight to his other leg, "I beat him in a…I believe it's called a… battle."
White growled lowly and turned around to face her now brooding brother. "You can't just start yelling at another trainer just because they beat you in a…" White shuddered a bit at the word. "Pokémon Battle. It makes you seem very immature, so I want you to apologize to this guy right now."
Black shook his head angrily and glared at the teenager standing behind her, "This shit-bag demanded that I let my Pokémon loose if he won against me in a Pokémon battle! He's saying he won't let me go anywhere if I don't release Drilbur right here, right now!"
"That's…crazy," White mumbled as she turned around to face the uninterested male. "What's your name?"
"I believe I asked you that first," The tall male said politely, a pleasant smile playing its way onto his elegant features. "I will tell you my name afterwards, I promise."
"White," The blue-eyed trainer growled out lowly, suddenly feeling embarrassed over her slightly weird name. "Now tell me yours so we can get this whole matter over with."
"White? What an interesting name, I quite like it."
Jumping forward, the brown eyed male stood next to his sister and glared at the older male head on. "I don't want scum like you talking to my sister."
"My name is N," The light-green haired male spoke graciously, completely ignoring the fuming 14 year old standing next to White.
"Zorua, Zoru-Zoru," growled a small fox –like Pokémon that emerged from behind N. Its head was held high as it glared at Black. "Zoru…"
"Calm yourself Zorua," N spoke softly to the Pokémon next to him. "We are in no harm here."
White felt her cheek twitch as she saw the Pokémon just walk out from behind N so freely. Was this "N" not scared to let his Pokémon run free? Something must be wrong with this guy…
"It seems it is about to rain soon," N cautioned gently, his face was tilted in the direction that the clouds were coming in from. "Maybe we could take this little debate inside?"
"Gladly," Black sneered, his face was turning a light red from the anger that was just threatening to break through his usually calm exterior.
Since the group was just outside the Pokémon center, they filed in neatly and took a seat on some plush green couches that the Pokémon center had for lounging around while peoples' Pokémon were healed in the back.
"Look closely at this guy White, see anything familiar?"
For some reason, White felt happy to have a reason to scrutinize this mysterious fellow. In turn for her narrowed gaze, N rewarded her with a charming smile and started to stroke Zorua who was now lying down calmly near N, a smug smile lacing his snout.
"Doesn't really ring a bell, Black…"
The maple eyed male groaned and shoved his hands into his pockets before mimicking Whites' voice. "Does this ring a bell? Just that weird guy on the news, of which I'm 100% sure is smoking crack."
Whites' eyes widened at the realization as Oshawott jumped down from Whites' head and ran over to Black, her eyes were clouded with worry as she pleaded out softly, her eyes gazing all over the Pokémon Center then back at Black.
Blacks' eyes softened as he shook his head, "Sorry, I don't know what you're saying."
"She's asking where your Drilbur is," N said suddenly, his eyes were intently focused on the small marine mammal that was clinging onto Blacks' pants nervously. "Can you by chance show her your Drilbur, just so that she knows he's alright?"
"What the hell! You can understand Pokémon? Oh well even if you could I can't show Oshawott that my Drilbur is ok, you wiped the floor with him; because you challenged me to a Pokémon battle even though your Zorua is much more experienced then my own."
"You challenged him to a battle?" White asked in disbelief. "You have a stronger Pokémon than Black, everyone could see that, yet you still challenge him to a battle? I have a right mind to just slap you—"
All of sudden before she could finish her sentence, Zorua had jumped up and leaped on top of White, his sharp teeth were inches away from her face as he growled and snapped at her. White let out a small shriek, causing Oshawott to jump to action. Using her powerful tail as a springboard once more, Oshawott tackled Zorua in the side head on. Zorua was a knocked off of White onto the floor where Oshawott followed, her eyes daring him to make a move. The dark black and red fox Pokémon was a good foot taller than the otter Pokémon, which caused him to smirk at that fact. Grabbing the shell off her stomach Oshawott motioned him closer; she leered at him, trying to be as intimidating as possible even though it was literally impossible with her attractive marine mammal face. Zorua took a tiny step forward causing Oshawott to swipe blindly around her, even though Oshawott was a good fighter, she wasn't experienced. Zorua let out a haughty laugh and jumped back up onto the couch next to N who was frozen in the moment.
"Are you okay, White?" N asked cautiously, not believing that his own Pokémon would attack a human.
White felt tears build up in the corners of her eyes. Never before had she been so terrified in her life since that moment 2 years ago. "No…no I'm not okay…"
Black stood up ubruptly at seeing tears run down Whites' face. Black glared at N and his small Dark-type Pokémon, of whom equally matched Blacks' death glare. "Next time I see your little fox thing do anything to intimidate my sister or scare her in any way, I'll kill it myself."
This time, N glared at Black. "I wouldn't try it if I were you."
Black frowned and walked away to the counter where Nurse. Joy was standing cheerfully to give her his Drilbur to heal.
White wiped the tears from her cheeks that fell from her eyes without her wanting them to. Oshawott glanced up at White sadly and hopped onto the couch next to the pony-tailed female. Placing a soft paw on Whites' leg Oshawott gave White a relaxed smile. "Oshawott!"
"Thank you, Oshawott…" White murmured, scooping up Oshawott from her lap and holding her close to her breast. "You are so brave, unlike me, haha…"
Oshawott attempted to laugh along with White to lighten the mood. Once White put her down, N got up from his place on the couch adjacent to hers and walked in front of White. His face looked like one of child that was about to get scolded by his parent. "I'm sorry; Zorua never acted out that way before. I can make it up to you though, one of these days I will, I promise."
"Just don't bother my little brother anymore," White snapped out, still rubbing her eyes for any more stray tears, the same way a small child would.
N flinched and took something off of his wrist to hand to White. "Here, take this, this doesn't count as me repaying my errors to you though, I still have to make this incident up to you. I will one day though, I promise."
White glanced at the object in his hand and noticed that it was a new version of an Xtransceiver. "I can't accept something as nice and as expensive as that."
"And why not?" N frowned unhappily, his forehead crinkling in confusion. "Don't women like expensive things? Aren't expensive things a resolution to most problems in a relationship?"
"A relationship?" White gawked, her cheeks heating up furiously as she snatched the Xtransceiver from his hand and snapped it onto her wrist. "Just stop talking; I'm getting a migraine…"
"Oh, I hear those are painful," N said with much sympathy laced in his voice. White tried to diagnose it as sounding sarcastic but didn't catch any signs of sarcasm. "It's going to be raining till tomorrow, so you better get a room, I think they have rooms you can rent out here at the Pokémon Center."
"Yeah I will rent a room here with Black," White said motioning over to Black who was currently asking so many questions about the process of healing a fainted Pokémon. "You can just return the favor tomorrow."
"Perfect," N said, a childish grin making its way up to his handsome features.
Wow...First chapter is done and Long... Haha hope you all enjoyed because, I really enjoyed this chapter, never before had it been so fun to write :)
So I'm eating, em...butter buiscuit rolls, ain't that healthy? XD
Yes there are grammical errors, like a whole bunch and now my writing is all loosy goosy, but my grammar will definantly pick up the more I go with this story.
If you all could leave a nice little review for me, I'll deeply appreciate it man, tell me what you think, how I could improve, any grammar errors, anything :D And I'll try to make the story better along the way, cool beans? :3
Dedicated to my Dear Friend SilverxBird
~Shadow-chan
