Hoenn, Oldale town
The TV was on; the latest news report was glaring out from the speakers. The correspondent, a serious and thick jawed young man, spoke with conviction and a hint of sadness. "There has been another case of a missing trainer. No witnesses were found on the matter, but I can tell you that the Pokémon Trainer called Wesley has vanished. This situation is dire, Pokémon trainer numbers all over the four regions have been depleting. This causes speculation to suppose…"
"Could you turn off the TV, Hiku?" called Hiku's mother.
"Ok, mom," replied the girl. She rose to her feet and clicked the TV off. Hiku Turret was a raven haired girl of fifteen. She wore a knee-length skirt with leggings underneath and an 'I heart Pokémon' shirt covered her top. She had a constant expression of joy, but often lost it when she became befuddled.
"Isn't it terrible, these horrible trainer disappearances?" Hiku's twin brother (who looked nothing like her) mused at the dinner table. He had box-rimmed glasses and dyed white hair. He had the look of a kid genius, and he was. "No one will even dare to let their kids grow up and go on a Pokémon journey. Ten years ago, it was like a rite of passage. Now, that's too dangerous for just any kid."
"Pity really," Mrs. Turret consented.
"I think it's some sort of misunderstanding." Hiku's father, Mr. Turret, said, "I think that trainers are just going to the new region of Unova to challenge the trainers there and colonize the newly found islands of Ickano." (Note: Ickano is my own created region)
"Whatever you say," Hiku shrugged and sat at the table across from her twin, Weyler.
"Either way, we aren't going to be trainers, sis." Weyler said as the steaming dinner was laid down on the table. "We will grow up to research or take care of Pokémon, but never battle them."
"That's a bummer," Hiku brushed her raven-black hair behind her ear, "because I always wanted to be a Pokémon trainer when I grew up. I can always be a Safari Zone warden, I guess."
"That's the spirit!" their mother grinned and looked at her son, "Weyler, would you care to say grace?"
Hoenn, Mauville City
"Guess what I am!" a brown haired girl called and dashed up to the center of the living room. She folded her arms up to her body and began walking like a bird. Her brown hair hung at her neck and a pretty little bow held back a lock or two.
"A Taillow!" called her younger brother. He was blonde haired and barely in grade school. His face was slightly covered in the lunch of chicken nuggets, complete with crumbs and ketchup. He waved his arms around like a toddler, as if this was the best game ever invented.
The girl shook her head and continued to mime. She bent down and mimed pecking.
"A Doduo!"
"No, she's a Torchic!" called the oldest of the three kids.
"Good job, Jaylon!" the girl cried and ran back to her place on the couch. "It's your turn, Jaylon!"
"Ok then, but remember, my nickname is Agent J! If you want me to play Pokémon charades, then you'll have to call me Agent J!" the boy was a sixteen year old, but still acted like an immature kid. He had a headband on his head and had many Pokémon key chains attached to his belt-holes—all legendary Pokémon. His last name was Wicklow, but the kids' names were Ana and Mike Quincy. That was because they were not his siblings, but cousins. He stayed with his Uncle and Aunt Quincy in Mauville City, Hoenn, because of a certain 'incident'. Even though he wasn't related, he still loved the little guys.
"Go and mime a Pokémon, Agent J!" the girl named Ana called and giggled at the same time.
The boy jumped up to the 'stage' and proclaimed with a triumphant laugh, "I'm betting that you guys will never guess what I am!" he made a fierce face and began to stomp slowly and roar.
"A Taillow!" called the young boy.
"Mike!" Ana lectured her younger brother, "Stop guessing Taillow for everything!" She turned and watched the slow motion performance. "He's a Walrein!"
Agent J stopped his show and looked at her incredulously. "Walrein don't roar like I do!" he resumed his roaring and stomping.
"A Swampert!" called Mike.
"No, he's got to be a… a…" Ana sighed, "Fine, Jaylon, we give up."
"I'm a Groudon, the heaviest Pokémon in the world! I created the land with volcanoes and I fight against Kyogre for all eternity! I'm a legendary Pokémon!" Agent J said, still in character.
"Leave it to cousin Jaylon to pick a rare legendary one!" Ana Quincy laughed.
"I'll be Kyogre then!" Mike jumped out and mimicked Jaylon's movements and roared, "I'll get you, Groudon!"
Jaylon paused and stopped Mike. "No, no, Kyogre's a big fish! Kyogre doesn't stand on his feet, he swims and causes rainstorms." He got on the ground and mimicked a great fish with huge fins. "See, now, I'm Kyogre!"
"I'll get you, Kyogre!" Mike roared, pretending to be Groudon. He waved his arms clumsily around, and his lunch on his face was wiped on his arms as he growled.
"I'll flood your ground before you can get to me!" Jaylon challenged and flapped his arms like fins again. "See, now it's raining! You'll never stop me now!" The 16 year-old pretended to swim and flap his arms like a Kyogre
"No-o-o-o!" Mike called and lunged at his older cousin. The two rough-housed; still in character of their Pokémon.
"I'll stop you two! I'm Raquaza, the being of the sky!" Ana jumped up and pretended to fly above them. "Stop fighting you two! I, Raquaza, demand it!"
The two boys bumped into a side-table and the vase rocked dangerously to one side. The boys froze and prepared to make a save. The vase remained safely on the table.
Jaylon and Mike sighed happily. Jaylon rubbed his forehead to remove the sweat. "Maybe we should play Pokémon in a safer area…" the oldest said nervously.
Hoenn, Ever Grande City
Vekra Ashcroft sighed and lay back on her couch in her large room. She was completely bored and none of her friends were open to hang out. Her father was working as always, only a few maids were in her apartment home.
It was alright to live in Ever Grande City; it was one of the biggest in Hoenn. The crime rates were high and the group called the Elite Four was a sort of police force, along with all their apprentices. It was a great thing to be an apprentice to the Elite Four, but not nowadays. Not with all the mysterious trainer disappearances. The police force had been scarce lately, and the champion didn't make his speeches as often about the safety of the town.
Vekra had an entire city to be in, but the crime rates had climbed since trainers (including the Elite Four) were going missing. With no one to stop them, criminals were getting bolder. Vekra for one wanted to be an enforcer of the law and keep the streets safe again. But to do that, she'd have to get a Pokémon and train it to be her partner. That would send her dad clear to the moon! But why did that matter to her anyways?
Vekra was a teenage girl with long blonde hair. She wore a green ribbon in her hair and wore stylish clothes that included a tank-top over a t-shirt and booty-shorts. She sighed again and wished for an understanding father and for the trainer disasters to stop. She wanted to kick some bad-guy's butts so bad it hurt. She had been so obsessed about a police squad of Pokémon that she had even written down her team and made sure that all the types balanced each other.
But no, her father wouldn't have her go into such a dangerous job, and she was still a minor (just barely!). It stunk really bad to be 17 and not on your own. This was Hoenn for crying out loud!