Had this story buzzing around my head for awhile, so I figured I might as well write it down and see what happens. Oh, and don't own Pokemon.
Tori sighed as she went about the restaurant, cleaning up the stray messes left by the few less considerate customers. As she dumped her armful dishes into the sink she slowly surveyed the remaining tables. Only a handful of people remained, which wasn't very surprising, most sane people would have gone to bed at this hour, but that didn't stop her father from insisting on always keeping this place open on the off chance a weary traveler needed a good place to rest, even though there was a perfectly good Pokécenter across the street.
"But they don't serve your fathers famous baked potatoes, now do they?" was always his explanation.
"How are they world famous?" was what she would always ask, "we only serve them here."
"They will be one day, just wait and see," he would answer, grinning as he walked away, eventually, this conversation became a silly private joke between the two of them over the years. She truly loved working with her parents at this quaint little place, but she sometimes wondered what life would be like if she ever got out of this town and…
"Not daydreaming on the job again, are we?" a familiar voice chided behind her. Turning around looked up at he grinning face of her mother. She was wearing an old apron, dirtied with flour from years of cooking, and her dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail to keep it out of her eyes.
"Can't I have a little break mom?" Tori asked helplessly, running her hand through her own dark hair sheepishly, "It's almost 10:30 and it looks like everyone's about to leave." As she finished a faint ringing sound came from behind her, it was the bell on the front door, announcing the arrival of another customer.
"Not quite," grinned her mother, "go help the customer and then you can go to bed. And be sure to offer him some of your fathers world famous potatoes!" she added as Tori began to walk away. Putting on her 'I love all our customers' smile, Tori walked up and bowed politely to the newcomer.
"Good evening, welcome to the Sienna Town Restaurant, we have a table for you right over here," she explained in her happy waitress voice. She quickly led him over to a table by a window, through which you could see the shadow of the mountain the town for, Storm Mountain. As he sat down Tori finally got a good look at him. He seemed to be around her age, maybe a year older, with messy black hair splayed across the top of his head. He wore simple traveling clothes with a light jacket over his shirt, and a backpack easily slung over one shoulder. What really drew her attention were the four tiny white and red balls attached to his belt. He was a Pokémon Trainer! That explained why he was traveling on his own. As she looked up she realized that he was staring back at her with stern gray eyes. She suddenly realized that she was supposed to be taking his order.
"Oh! Um, what would you like tonight? We have a special on my father's world famous potatoes," she told him quickly, feeling a rush of embarrassment as her cheeks reddened.
"Alright, I take that…and some water too," he replied his eyes off her and staring intently out of the window, seemingly focused on something outside.
"Thank you very much, the order will be here shortly," she bowed again and headed off to the kitchen. She waved to her father to get his attention.
"We have an order for the 'World Famous' potatoes and some water," she told him quickly.
"Really?" asked her father, surprised, "did we get a new customer?"
"Yeah," Tori nodded, "he looks like a trainer,"
"A trainer? Haven't seen one of them in awhile," he mused. Sienna was off the normal path for trainers, so the only ones they got were either crazy explorers, or ones who wished to test their strength by climbing the mountain, and to try and capture a powerful Pokémon legends said waited at the very top. Tori shook her head as she recalled those rumors. Everyone tried to explain to the trainers that the rumors were simply that, rumors, but they continued anyways. Of all the trainers that had tried such a trek, all but one had returned angrily, forced back by the ferocity of the constant storms on the mountain. The last one had returned after several days, raving about a magnificent creature on the top, but his ravings were attributed to his severe dehydration. After receiving treatment the trainer recalled no memory of such a creature, further disproving the legend.
"Well, here's the order," her father announced, pulling her again from her thoughts, "just reheated an old batch, but when it comes to this world famous dish, it still tastes great," he finished, setting down a plate with the potatoes and a small glass of water. Nodding absentmindedly, Tori picked up the plate and headed over to the trainer's table. Bowing again as she set down the plate, Tori drew back slightly, but found herself staring at the trainer again. The few that came through here would always boast of their adventures, and she wondered what his story was. It didn't look like she would find out though, other than slowly picking at his food, all he seemed to be doing was stare out the window. Following his gaze it seemed that he was focused on the mountain outside. Pulling her gaze back she found that the trainer was staring at her again.
"Do you need something else?" he asked, Tori stated, realizing how long she had been staring at him.
"Ah! I was just wondering, because you're a trainer and everything, are you going up the mountain?" she asked, the words quickly flowing out of her mouth. The trainer simply nodded in reply and returned to his meal.
"But, you know those rumors aren't true," she added, "there's no powerful Pokémon waiting to be caught at the top," as she finished the trainer let out a harsh laugh.
"You don't understand, I'm not going to catch it," he scooped up another forkful of potatoes, "I'm going to kill it," he finished simply, putting the fork in his mouth.
Tori backed off, completely shocked, she'd never heard anything like that before, people didn't kill Pokémon…it just simply didn't happen. Look around the restaurant she saw that she wasn't the only one that heard, the few customers that were left glared at the trainer. The trainer either pretended not to notice or simply didn't care. He slowly finished his meal and paid the bill, slowly standing up and stepping back outside into the gloomy night. Another customer quickly got up and followed, Tori shook her head in worry, she knew that man, and knew trouble was going to follow. He name was Luke and he was one of the few people in town who actually owned Pokémon, but he was by no means a trainer, simply using them to bully others into getting what he wanted. He probably would challenge this guy to try and make himself look tougher. She wasn't surprised to find him and the trainer in heated conversation when she headed outside.
"So where do you think you're going?" Luke asked, grabbing the trainer by the shoulder and spinning him around.
"If you had bothered to listen back there you would know I was going into the mountain," the trainer replied with a boring stare.
"I don't think so," Luke grinned, "you don't look so tough, I bet I could beat you in a second!" Reaching down to his belt he pulled out one of two Pokéballs.
"So…two on two?" The trainer asked, "as long as this is over quick," he pulled out one of his own Pokéballs.
"Deal! I choose you, Charmeleon," Luke shouted, opening the ball and the flash of light formed into the shape of a reptilian creature, it's tail aflame with a single horn on the back of it's head.
"Finish this quick, Houndour," the trainer responded, his Pokéball releasing a small black haired dog wearing what looked like a skull on it's forehead, it growled menacingly at it's opponent.
"Blast them with a flamethrower Charmeleon!" Luke shouted. Charmeleon opened it's mouth and sent a barrage of flames at Houndour.
"Charge and hit it with a smog," the trainer ordered. Houndour charged forward, passing through the flames with minimal damage and bringing it face to face with Charmeleon. Houndour opened it's mouth and sprayed a thick fog at Charmeleon. Houndour backed off, pacing the fog as it cleared, revealing Charmeleon coughing on the ground, obviously phased by the poisonous gas.
"Get up Charmeleon! Hit them with Dragon Rage!" Forcing itself up off the ground, Charmeleon opened it's mouth again and sent a great ball of energy rushing towards Houndour.
"Finish this with bite," the trainer countered. Houndour jumped to the side, the energy ball crashing into the ground, raining dirt all around them. It quickly rushed up to Charmeleon, sinking it's teeth into it's opponents neck. Releasing it's grip, Charmeleon collapsed to the ground, out of the fight. Scowling, Luke returned his Pokémon to it's ball.
"Fine, but lets see that puppy stand up to this!" he shouted, opening his second Pokéball, the light forming in a bull-like creature, it's three tails whipping angrily.
"No thanks, I've wasted enough time here, I need to finish this, return," the training smoothly said, returning Houndour, "go Scyther," his second ball opened, releasing a large praying mantis Pokémon, the little light provided from the stars reflecting off the twin blades it had for arms.
"Tauros, squash that bug with a Take Down!" Luke shouted, sending his Pokémon charging forward, it's head lowered to slam it's horns into Scyther.
"X-Scissor," the trainer ordered, Scyther simply hunched down, waiting as Tauros drew closer and closer. Tori couldn't help but gasp when it seemed like Scyther was about to be sent flying. Suddenly, right when Tauros was about to slam into Scyther, it ducked under Tauros, slashing upwards with it's arms crossed in an X shape. Using this, and Tauros's momentum, Scyther flung Tauros over it's head where it slammed into the ground behind him, unconscious.
Tori simply stared in amazement, and she wasn't the only one, members of the town, woken by the noise, had gathered in a small circle around the two battlers. The trainer simply returned his Pokémon and pushed through the crowed, heading down the road towards the mountain.
"Hey! Where you going?" Luke shouted after him, a pathetic attempt to regain some of his reputation, "running off to mommy and daddy?" The trainer immediately stopped and turned around, glaring at Luke.
"Which house is yours?" he asked. Luke stared at him, confused by the question.
"That one…why, looking for a place to run and hide?" he answered, indicating a simple wooden house that looked like it was simply thrown together with no care for how it appeared to others.
"Houndour," the trainer called, releasing the Pokémon again, "burn it to the ground…" Houndour headed to the house, the crowd of people watching in shock; stunned by the words they just heard. Houndour opened his mouth, and out of if gushed a stream of fire, quickly alighting the dry wood.
"This is what a loser deserves," the trainer hissed, calling Houndour back to it's ball as he once more turned to leave the town. Eventually, the silence was broken as the crowd began to call for water to put out the house, but Tori could only watch in numb silence as the trainer left the light from the burning building, eventually fading into the darkness.
So there you go, sorry if the fights were a little annoying, and the ending doesn't seem quite right. Other than that I hope you liked the characters, I'm not sure if I should continue this or not. Give me your opinions, and your prediction of what could happen next. I might accept OC's later. We'll see how far the story goes.