Love = Pokémon Fanfiction. This story is rated M for language, violence, and other adult themes in later chapters. Please use discretion when reading. I thank you for your time and attention as you read this story. Enjoy. – FeatherPen18
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon – All rights belong to Nintendo.
Chapter One:
My fifteenth birthday. This was it. The world was wide open, waiting for me. I smiled and looked outside. Kanto never looked so beautiful. The wide fields near Pallet Town were homes to dozens of pokémon, and they scampered about happily in the grass. Today, I would start my journey. I was going to be the best. Pokémon Trainer that is.
You may be wondering why I'm starting my adventure so late. Most kids go out when they are ten years old – that's when they can receive their starter pokémon from Prof. Oak. Yet, I'm fifteen and haven't left my parent's house. Believe me, I've been dreaming about getting out of here for a long time. But I didn't want to wander off into the wilderness with absolutely no idea what I was doing. For the past five years, I've been studying with Prof. Oak.
He's the kindest and most intelligent man I have ever met. He's been my mentor ever since I finished basic school at ten. From then, I've been his assistant. You wouldn't believe how many pokémon I've seen. Ranging from the local pidgey to a particularly feisty kangaskhan. The Professor gave me medical training, taught me extensive battle strategy, and even supplied cooking lessons. My mother and father were usually very busy; one of them was always out travelling at any point in the year. They're archeologists. There was always some new interesting dig, or maybe a new patch of ruins being excavated. Their research took them out to many different regions – Johto, Hoenn, and recently, Sinnoh. When mom or dad was at home, they'd be typing away information, cataloguing discoveries to submit to the national committee.
So, I was usually out of the house, in the fields with Prof. Oak. A few months after I had started working with him, a travelling trainer stopped by the lab. He was a ranger, and he had brought a sickly gastly for the professor to look at. The poor thing was barely visible, almost dissipating into the air. Professor Oak had said something about power drainage, and ran off to get a med kit. I stayed with the poor creature, trying to hold on to its feeble body. Professor Oak worked through the night, using all sorts of sprays. Finally, he brought in a venomoth. After numerous sprinklings of Poison Powder, the gastly slowly began to recover. Professor Oak explained that, being a poison-type, the gastly could gain energy from the powder. Soon the ghostly pokémon drifted off to sleep.
The ranger told us that he had come from Viridian. He had found the gastly on the outskirts of the great forest, and brought it to the Pokémon Center. But Nurse Joy couldn't figure out how to cure it. So he captured the wild gastly, and flew on the back of his charizard to bring it to Prof. Oak. However, the ranger soon had to leave; his shift at the Viridian Forest was only fifteen minutes later. So, he left the gastly with us.
The ghost pokémon recovered, healing slowly. Each day I would bring in the venomoth to sprinkle its poisonous dust over him. By the end of the month, the gastly was as good as new. The evening it recovered, Prof. Oak determined to let him go into the wild again. But he refused to leave my side. Over the past month, we became best friends. I named him Damien.
"Honey?" I snapped my head to face my mother, breaking free of my reverie. She was standing in her eevee apron, holding a bright yellow plate. My eyes wandered over her familiar face, the faint smile lines at the corners of her brown eyes, the contrast of her dark hair against her olive skin. People always said I was the spitting image of her when she was my age.
"Sweetie! I made pancakes for you, for your special day!" my mom gushed, tears in her eyes. I smiled, accepting the Pikachu shaped breakfast.
"Oh, my baby's grown up! She's going out alone!" Mom dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief.
"Mom! I thought you weren't going to make a big deal out of this. I'll be fine. I waited five years to do this. I'm ready to leave," I assured her.
"Anyways, you'll still have Boo to keep you company!" I said, grinning. Boo was my Mom's misdreavus. She was a crazy little thing, popping up where you'd least expect it. Mom had found her hiding in a tomb in Johto. Boo along with my Dad's shuppet, Rocky, were a match made in the most devious section of Hell. The two were the ultimate pranksters – but we loved them.
"Boo!" Speak of the devil, and the devil shall appear. I started, and my fork clattered to the floor.
"You!" I whipped around to face Boo, who was snickering behind me.
"Oh, she was only playing. Come here, Boo-boo!" My mother cuddled with the adorable abomination. I grumbled and picked the fork off the ground. I quickly ate the rest of my breakfast (with a different fork, don't be gross), and gathered up my stuff. I had a green backpack, stuffed with my clothes, food, a pot, utensils, a lighter, matches… etc. Around my waist was my black studded belt, from which all my pokeballs were secured. I shouldered my bag, and looked in the mirror.
I saw a tall, raven-haired girl ready to kick some serious ass. I wore black cargo pants, a V-necked purple tee, and my signature cap. It was black, with silver swirls curling around the edges. I turned to my mom and gave her a huge hug. I lightly touched to button of the first pokeball on my belt. My gengar, Damien shot out, displaying his mischievous smile. I stepped out onto the porch, my boots thumping lightly on the smooth, weathered wood. Kanto better brace itself. Elizabeth Saunders is going to be Champion.