҉Pokémon: The Days of Johto҉
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon, because if I did, I would be writing in Japanese.
BOLD: Emphasizing a word. EX: She couldn't believe that she would be the one ending up respecting her father.
Italic: Thoughts of one character. EX: "Really now?" Well I hope he goes and falls in a pit.
BOLD & Italics: Exclaiming in thoughts. (Different from BOLD) EX: That backstabbing cheat!
Underline & BOLD: Title used. EX: Pokémon: The Days of Johto.
POV(1): I, me, myself.
POV(2): He, She, His, Her, Hers etc.
Hopes: Are you a grammar Nazi? Do you hate the misspelling, grammatical errors and whatnot? Not to worry, I am going to have 0-1% of errors in my stories, and I doubt being grammatically correct will annoy anyone. So without further ado I give you Pokémon: The Days of Johto.
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Chapter 1: Why not me?
(POV 1)During my early days as a child, my parents would never allow to have any contact with the remarkable creatures called Pokémon. My name is Michael, when I first turned 10 I was so excited about getting my first Pokémon from Professor Elm that I always got excited on every birthday I came through. Regretfully neither my mother nor father, who are both around 45 years of age, supported or agreed that I should have a Pokémon. I had and have no sibling to back me up or help me out. My parents kept telling me, "They're a dangerous and unreliable." or "They're a big responsibility." I'm 15 years old! Do you really believe that or are you being overprotective?
Today is actually my 15 birthday, and I just couldn't believe my parents. I have told them I've always wanted to go on a Pokémon journey and would appreciate that to be my perfect gift. This time I was prepared, I had proved that I was responsible with many tasks around the house and actually getting a temporary job at the Pokemart and I knew that this would be the moment.
(POV 2) "Mother, father." He began as his parents turned their attention to him, "I know of nothing else I can do to prove I can be responsible in taking care, raising and training a Pokémon." "I've been eager to become a trainer, and I don't care if I become the greatest or worst Pokémon trainer in the world, but I just want to at least try my best in doing so." He stopped for a bit before continuing, "I decided that I would accept the final decision you'll give for me because I know you care and would want the best for me." He had seriously scared himself because if his parents would say no he would have to live for a long time with his promise. But there was also a chance where his parents would see his confidence and courage and decide that he could go begin his journey. His fate was now in the hand of the two people who had raised his since he was born.
A sudden shock came to him as he saw his mother become engulfed with her own tears.
He felt like he had said something wrong. His father comforted his mother while noticed Mike's confused face as he stared at them.
"It's best I explain what's going on." His dad finally spoke.
"You aren't actually our first born Michael." Mike jumped out of his seat.
"What!"
"Let me explain. Around 16 years ago, a year before you were born, we had, already, a 10 year old son named Kenn. When he became that of age we willfully and had freely gave him the opportunity to go on a Pokémon journey. We were proud of him. But sadly it was not long after that Officer Jenny had come with the news that he and his starter Pokémon had died being attacked by a swarm of Beedrill."
He sighed, "Once you were born we didn't want you to go on a Pokémon journey because we were afraid that the same fate would fall upon you. It was not until yesterday when we both realized how determined and responsible you have become. We saw you improve your strategy and leadership skill and came to a conclusion that you were much different than that on Kenn. Your mother had silently cried to herself last night for not seeing that you were all grown up."
Mike then saw his mother look up at him and she finally spoke to him.
"Get out." She said calmly.
"What?" Mike asked a little confused.
She finally stood up and threw him a backpack that was filled with items. "You're five years late on your journey and I take full blame on this. I want you to go to Professor Elm's lab and request your starter Pokémon."
Mike just stood there a little startled.
"Go!" She stood up and chased him out the house. Mike just ran out confused and happy on how his mother and father changed their mind after all that has happened.
"And don't come back until you participated in the Johto league!"