A/N: Whoohoo! My second oneshot written this summer! *dances* I sure hope I can get my unfinished ones wrapped up and posted soon...
Please R&R! ^w^
Disclaimer: No own Pokémon.
Ethan blinked down at the little green pokémon, and the pokémon blinked right back, human and sauropod both speechless.
I didn't expect it to be this...cute. Not that there was anything wrong with cute pokemon, of course. Ethan got along with Lyra's Marill quite well, in fact. It was just that…
For his starter pokémon, Ethan had hoped for something a bit stronger-looking.
Elm watched the silent exchange wordlessly for a moment more, oblivious to the second-thoughts running through Ethan's mind. "So, do you want to give him a name? He is yours, after all," the Professor reminded him cheerfully.
"Sure," Ethan responded. But inside, he was thinking, A name? What name do you give a flowery pokémon when it's a dude? After running through some rather odd possibilities in his head, the lightbulb moment arrived.
"I know!" Ethan cried, making the Chikorita jump. The teenager locked gazes with his new companion, excited amber eyes meeting curious hazel. "I'll name you Armageddon! That's a strong, fierce name!"
The Chikorita chirped eagerly in response, finding that his new trainer's energetic aura was somewhat contagious. Taking this as a sign of approval, Ethan nodded. "Armageddon it is, then!"
"Armageddon?" Elm broke in, dubious. "Ethan, are you sure you—"
"Of course, Professor," Ethan waved him off. "Now, I've got a mission to get to! Come on, Armageddon! Let's go kick some butt!"
Professor Elm could only look on helplessly as Ethan and his Chikorita dashed out of the Lab, the generally-shy pokémon matching Ethan's rushed pace step-for-step.
That boy is going to rush head-long into any trouble ahead of him, the Professor worriedly thought. To Elm's credit, it was perhaps the most accurate hypothesis he'd ever made...