"That is completely ridiculous, how could ten year olds go out and travel the world all by themselves." I thought to myself while staring at the muted television sitting in my living room.
I was remembering what we had learned in school a couple years back before I had finally graduated. The old tale of Ash and his friends leaving their homes at the age of ten and traveling the world together with their Pokemon, meeting all types of unique people along the way as they pushed themselves to get gym badges and help others.
"How did they know how to make a campfire or cook their food over it? Were they all just born with natural survival skills?"
None of it really made any sense. It was obviously just a made up story that was told over the years. The idea of a someone with the mind of a ten year old to leave home and travel the world was completely impossible.
The gym leaders were all grown men and women with professional licenses for their jobs so for them to be beaten by someone with so little knowledge would make them a disgrace. Not only that but if everyone left their home at ten years old with their pokemon no jobs would be created and nobody would have a proper education, how could businesses run without workers? Does food just show up at the grocery store randomly for you to pick out? of course not. The economy would be completely destroyed if these old tales were true.
I had been staring at this tv for far too long in deep thought over such a stupid topic. It was on some news channel and they seemed to be having a discussion about something bad that has been going on, I wasn't actually paying attention to it as usual. Crimes happening in a big city is typical and isn't anything worth wasting my time on.
My name is Kye, I keep to myself mostly, only talking to people when needed. I'm not shy I just don't see and need to constantly communicate. Rather I just always get lost in deep thought about completely random things.
I scratched my dark brown hair and then rubbed my eyes so I could adjust to the darkness in the room. Zoro was leaned up against me with his mouth wide open snoring. Zoro was a Sneasel, he was my first pokemon and I loved him. He was my only true friend and the only one I ever talked to about how I felt. We also talked about my random thoughts throughout the day such as the one about the old Ash tale I was going on about earlier. We lived together in my apartment alone. Except for my one other pokemon that was actually normal and prefered to stay in its pokeball when not battling. It was my Sableye who I just called Sal.
I got up slowly to not wake Zoro and then walked to my bedroom to get undressed. I had work again tomorrow so I needed to get to bed at a reasonable hour, I learned that from plenty of long school days were I had stayed up half the night goofing off on the internet and feeling miserable the next day. I got under the covers and closed my eyes knowing tomorrow was just going to be another day on the job. I sighed and dozed off to sleep.
The next morning I woke up just like any regular week day and got ready to leave for work. I peeked into the living room to find Zoro still asleep except for this time he was laying on the ground with his face to the floor.
Must have fallen over some time after I had gotten up. I smirked and then tiptoed back toward the hallway where my room and bathroom was so I could take a shower and brush my teeth.
When I was finished I came into find Zoro now sitting up yawning with a sleepy gaze in his eyes. "Did you have a good nap?" I asked in a baby voice. I was now preparing myself a piece of toast. Zoro shot me a death glare that was clearly saying for me to back off before he kills me so I did while grinning thinking of how he was always like this in the morning.
I have had Zoro since he was first hatched except it happened a little different than the normal procedure. Most people living in city areas nowadays will get there pokemon from a shop selling pokemon eggs.
Eggs are hatched when the holder takes a certain amount of steps while with it, the number changes depending on the pokemon. the eggs in the shops have already been pre walked and are ready to hatch with only a few more steps that the buyer of the egg will be able to complete. Some eggs end up being duds and are thrown out and destroyed. That just so happens to be where I met Zoro.
When I had just started highschool I happened to walk buy a store that sold eggs when I saw a man take an egg out to a dumpster.
When he left and walked back into the store through the back entrance I decided to take the egg and put it in my bag. I'm not quite sure why I decided to do that. maybe I had hoped that the egg would mysteriously hatch even though it was dead. I guess I was just desperate for a pokemon since I had none at the time and was too poor to buy one.
Soon enough on my way back home I felt something ruffling in my bag and when I opened it I found a half opened egg with a sneasel making its way out of it. I guess that the store made a mistake on the number of steps the holder had taken and thought that he was a dud but the truth was he only needed more steps.
I had decided to name him Zoro because the popular anime "One Piece" had a character with that name in it and I always thought it was cool, it suited the Sneasel as well because of his sharp sword-like claws.
I then snapped back into reality to find Zoro sitting on the couch watching the tv screen with my piece of toast in his mouth. He for some reason only has that funny joking personality around me, probably because i'm the only one he feels comfortable around. When he is near anyone else he is very defensive and quiet, constantly on the look out. I'm the same way though so I understand why he's like that. Especially when living in a big city where crime is always running rampant.
I grabbed what was left of the toast Zoro had taken from me and started toward the door. Zoro stuck out his tongue with a smile and followed.
We arrived at the subway station to catch the train to work. This area is always crowded and it made Zoro uncomfortable so I pulled out his pokeball and showed it to him offering if he wanted to go but he refused as usual and climbed on my shoulder while moving his head back and forth observing all around him. I shook my head and rolled my eyes.
We made our way on to the correct train and took a seat. Soon after, the train started moving. Far away on the other side of the train was a police officer. they often rode the train because of this city's high crime rates and were authorized to.
My eyes made there way down to his gun and my mind went into deep thought once again.
"There never seem to be any old stories where guns were involved, not even mentioned really." I started thinking to myself.
It's as if crime never happened and when something bad was happening like the old myth of Team Rocket trying to steal a pokemon they would just have a pokemon battle and if they lost they would just give up.
Everyone knows pokemon will only fight pokemon, that's why they aren't used as protection against other people. Rather they are used as a sport for battling and things like that. So without having pokemon to fight for you people use guns to solve their problems.
"There was always that fairytale myth about some guys called Team Snagem in the Orre region who found a way to make a creation called shadow pokemon" I remembered.
They would use some kind of pokeball to capture any pokemon, even a trainers, and then use a machine to turn it evil so that it would attack anything under their command. They could also attack people.
This made me shudder at the thought and pulled me back to reality. I looked at Zoro and noticed his eyes targeting a man who was looking directly back at him. Only the man seemed to be looking through Zoro, rubbing his chin with his legs crossed trying to observe Zoro's skill level. At Least that's what I picked up from looking at his odd posterior.
He then without turning his head says something to the very big man sitting next to him. The big man nodded while he continued to keep his eyes focused on the floor.
"These guys seem up to no good" I whispered to Zoro.
He nods keeping eye contact with the man. The train slowed down and came to a stopping point.
I stand up quickly and wait at the door to leave. The door opens and I start walking out. I then feel a hand on my shoulder that Zoro is not sitting on and freeze.
Author's Note- Thanks for reading. This is the first story I've ever written. Please tell me what you enjoyed about it and what is bad but keep in mind that this is my first go at writing, Thanks. - Eli