The blinding summer sun was almost directly overhead the tiny Kanto town. Ten year old Faye, and her best friend, Orrie, had traveled there together- they did everything together. But Faye knew, sadly, that they had to separate to go on their journeys. Despite this, she smiled.
"When we meet up again, Orrie, I'm not going to go easy on you, okay?" She giggled, looking down at the shining Pokeball in her hand.
"Like you need to!" Orrie shot back with a grin. She too understood that they would need to separate. After all, the two had very different goals and traveling together just wouldn't work out right.
Faye stared down at her feet, knowing what she had to say, but not how.
"Well... I guess I'd better go now," she sighed, looking over to her companion. She giggled, hugging her tightly.
"I'll see you someday, okay?"
"Y-yeah," Orrie said quietly. "See you. Promise we'll meet up again?" She asked, hugging back equally as tight.
"Yeah! It shouldn't be too long," she smiled. "Bye! Don't worry about not being as good as me, alright?" She laughed, sending out her new Bulbasaur and skipping off to the north.
"Ha! Whatever!" Orrie called. She gripped on tight to her Pokeball containing her new Squirtle and sighed. She looked towards the West, her next destination, and also released her new Pokemon. "Come on, Dribble, let's go!" She said excitedly. The two walked away and began their journey.
"Which doll do you think I should get, Ivysaur?" asked the newly-turned fifteen year old Faye, holding up two plush dolls, one of a Raichu, and the other of a Clefable. The Ivysaur scrunched up its face. "Well then, I'll just get both." She stuck out her tongue at her Pokemon and turned around to head to the cashier, when she crashed right into another girl.
"Oh no! I-I'm sorry!" she stammered.
"Sorry," Orrie muttered at the same time. She didn't look up but checked her basket to see if anything had fallen out. Pleased that everything was in place, she continued to walk.
Faye frowned, trying to think of just where she'd heard that voice before. She shrugged, but noticed a magazine left behind.
"Hey! You dropped this!" she called, picking up the magazine and waving it around. Orrie turned back and looked quickly at the magazine the Faye held. She blushed when she noticed it was one of her back issues she had ordered special and grabbed it.
"Thanks! You have no idea how much this cost me..." she muttered. Faye stared at the girl, scratching her head in confusion.
"Orrie?" she questioned, cocking an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I'm Orrie..." She muttered, a little confused. She looked at Faye's face for the first time and squealed. "Oh my gosh! Faye! It's you! Hi!"
Faye nearly jumped on Orrie, giggling madly. "I thought I'd never see you again! Cos it's been so long! So I went here, and and and--" She sighed, grinning. "Hi." Her Ivysaur stared at her, amused but scared.
"Hee hee hee. Hi, Faye. I thought the same thing! But wo-o-ow, it's so cool to see you again!" Orrie squeaked, hugging Faye tight.
"And and and... Yeah!" Faye giggled loudly. "We should go and um! Do... stuff!" She drew a blank, feeling sort of odd. Orrie smirked and grabbed a Pokeball out of her pocket.
"How about a battle?" she suggested. Faye looked toward the Ivysaur at her side, which looked ready to go.
"Alright! But let's go somewhere else... It's probably not a good idea to start a battle amongst all the dolls." Orrie nodded and the two made their purchases. She skipped out of the store happily, eager to battle her old friend.
Faye glanced down at her bag as she walked down the street with Orrie.
"Finally," she giggled, "I can evolve my Pikachu... I mean, um... my super ultra rare... Err..."
Orrie smirked but said, "Hey, they are kind of rare." She knew not to be too rude for she had not yet caught many rare Pokemon herself. In fact, she had not caught very many Pokemon at all during her long travels. But what Pokemon she had she was proud to say were very strong, beautiful, and appealing.
"Yeah, if you live in freaking Cinnabar." Faye laughed, putting her bag into her backpack. She'd managed to get one rare Pokemon, but it wasn't really a battling type. "Should we go to the park?"
"Sure," Orrie agreed.
Faye scanned the streets, and then saw the gate toward the national park.
"I hope they'll let us battle here," she sighed. "I mean, I assume they would, but..."
"If we don't destroy the trees or tall grass, I think we'd be fine," Orrie muttered, motioning towards the various other battling trainers. "It's not like a Safari or anything. So, what rules should we have?"
"Um..." Faye bit her lip. "How about we'll each pick three Pokemon, and switch each time. The best two out of three?" She shrugged, not being much of a battler. She knew just which Pokemon to use.
"Sure," Orrie agreed. "Well, I guess we should start… Uh... GO, DRIBBLE!" She threw her first Pokeball at her feet. A rather feminine looking Blastoise, one who probably ingested one too many dry pokeblocks, popped out.
"Go, Machisu!" cried Faye, an unusually small and fluffy Pikachu popping out of the sticker-covered Pokeball. It stared up at the Blastoise.
"Chuu...?"
"Ha!" Orrie shot in a sad attempt at arrogance, "You know, this little friend of mine doesn't get into very many battles...Mainly enough to learn beautiful attacks. But, it has won beauty ribbons in every rank!" The Blastoise looked boredly at the little Pikachu and yawned, placing its hand to its mouth.
"O-Oh yeah!?" Faye hollered back. "Well, Machisu is well bred!" She stuck out her tongue. "Machisu, use thundershock!" The Pikachu smiled, touching its paws to its cheeks and sending a small jolt of electricity toward the much larger Pokemon.
"Awww!" Orrie squealed. She made a mental note to share some sweet Pokeblocks later. The Blastoise jumped and rubbed the effected area angrily. "Blastoise, use water pulse!" Orrie cried. The Blastoise shot out a pulsing jet of water at the little Pikachu.
The tiny Pikachu fell backwards into the grass, sopping wet. "Chaaa...!" it cried, jumping back up and shaking the water from its fur, giving it the appearance of a fluffy ball. "Machisu, use... um... headbutt!" The Pikachu looked slightly intimidated, but bounced off the ground, tackling the giant turtle-like Pokemon with its head.
"Oh my gosh, your Pikachu is totally made for..." Orrie trailed off and remembered her rival duties. Compliments were not well-suited for a battle. "...Losing," she finished awkwardly. "Dribble, use bubblebeam!" A stream of multicolored bubbles shot at the already soaked Pikachu.
Faye blinked, wondering what Orrie was talking about. "Um... Machisu, you can finish it with another thundershock!" Machisu touched its cheeks again, but its wet fur conducted the electricity before it got to the Blastoise and zapped itself instead. "Machisu!" Faye cried, running over and picking up her Pikachu, whose fur was now sticking out in all directions.
"Oh my Gosh, great job, Dribble!" Orrie hugged the Blastoise and popped up her leg like a princess kissing her prince charming. "By the way," she said to Faye, "Your Pikachu is so cute. . . If you were to enter it in contests, it would have no chance of losing. So, um... Yeah, next battle!"
"Right," Faye sighed, fumbling for her next Pokeball. She felt so odd whenever she got complimented by Orrie. Modest, but not quite. Blushing, she released her next Pokemon, hoping to do better this battle.
"Go, Sandslash!"