A/N: This is my first shot at Pokémon fics whatsoever. I've been a Pokéfan since I could hold a Gameboy, and it's part of what made me want to get into a bit of art. My drawing skills weren't great, but it eventually led me to realize that art isn't just about lines and color, which is why I'm a writer today. Lately I've been rereading the manga, partially for enjoyment, but I quickly realized that part of the charm of Pokémon is the shades they're depicted in, the different colors that both give them life and help identify them (for example, most water types are bluish, such as Squirtle or Mudkip) and I noted that there was no such thing as Pokémon Adventures (or Pokéspecial, if you so prefer) in color.
When it dawned on me that nobody wanted to change that fact, I (having some intermediate art skills with layers and helping a friend do her own manga for color publishing on dA) decided I'd do something bold and go where nobody had yet dared to go. I began doing Pokémon Adventures in color. I'll update my profile to link to the project. I've been way busy between school work and writing muses so I'm only to page 5, but I'll keep working on it. In any case, I've been yammering far too long, time to start the actual fic! ~Evera Yuuki
Yellow shifted uncomfortably. She'd just transferred to Kanto Trainer's School after a law was passed dictating all children between the ages of nine and sixteen were required to attend a Pokémon trainer school due to an increase of severe accidents involving unenlightened trainers. She'd never been to any sort of school in her life, let alone trainer school, and she didn't even own a Pokémon! Sure, her house was in the deepest part of the Viridian Forest and could be considered dangerous, but no Pokémon had ever tried to harm her, even though they all terrified her. Maybe if she had parents, they'd comfort her and make her less frightened. But her parents were dead, her uncle was in Johto for the next year or so, and she lived all alone, though nobody knew it.
What was scaring her more than Pokémon or loneliness, however, was her standing in front of a room full of kids that all looked older than her. A tall, stern woman that claimed to be her teacher was writing out her full name. Amarillo del Bosque Verde. She never liked her real name much, so she told everyone around her that it was Yellow, but she had to put down her real name for registration. Uncle Wilton had paid the registration fees for her, but they put her on something called "Financial Aid", which apparently let her eat the food here for free. Unfortunately, it didn't get her new clothes, thus she was wearing her old black shirt and lavender pants with a simple orange-brown smock with lime green edges over the top. Her shoes were simple hide boots that came up about mid-calf. The appearance was finished off with her long blonde hair in a high ponytail bound with a red band.
"Ms. del Bosque Verde will be joining us for this school year, so be sure to learn her name. Amarillo, please take the fourth seat in the third row," The teacher commanded. She approached the seat, which lay between a carrot-haired girl with pigtails and a boy with the blackest hair she'd ever seen that spiked up wildly, and dark red eyes. Just as she was almost to the seat, however, somebody swung their leg out and she tripped, falling to the ground face-first with a thunk. Yellow could hear the kids all laughing at her and her face instantly turned crimson.
"Ms. del Bosque Verde, refrain from such ridiculousness. This is a school, not a comedy house." She'd never been so mortified in her life and she wanted to cry, to run and hide herself in the arms of her forest until the trees soothed her embarrassment, but that was no longer an option. She timidly sat in her designated seat instead. The carrot-haired girl was still snickering at her, shooting a glance towards her right, but she couldn't bear to look to where the raven haired boy was seated, because she didn't want to know whether he was laughing too. Instead, she timidly sat in her designated seat, refusing to look up from her desk top in fear she might start crying.
"Now, how many of you know and understand the different Types of Pokémon?" Everyone but her raised their hand. There were types of them?
"Who can name each Type? Amarillo?" Yellow's eyes widened. She had to name them? She didn't even know how many there were!
"I-I...I don't know any..." The class began to laugh at her again, and suddenly her desk became the most interesting thing in the world.
"You live surrounded by Pokémon but you can't name a single Type? How quaint. Who can tell me?" She heard the slight whoosh of hands flying up to answer, but still she wouldn't, couldn't look up. She could feel tears stinging the corners of her eyes. Suddenly, she's hit on the hand harshly.
"This is a lesson it seems only you do not know, and I expect you to learn it! Being new is not an excuse for spacing out!" It was too much. Without even thinking, she shoved the woman harshly and ran out of the room. It took until she was halfway out of the school to realize she was crying.
A/N: Aaand that's chapter 1. Let me know if I screwed up any terms in here. I know Yellow's house is near the edge of the forest and Viridian City, but bear with me, I'm going somewhere with all this. For those who are curious, it was Misty who tripped Yellow. She doesn't know that yet, but she'll find out soon ;) ~Evera Yuuki