I worked really dang hard on this chapter so please review. Update: edited multiple times Update: Answering a question:
The new character from this chap is not from any of my other fanfictions.
" Cool, my name is Savan. So Emi, what moves do you know?" I asked Emi.
"I know pound and leer. I know it's kinda lame but that's all I've got." Emi said. She looks so cute hanging onto my shoulder like that. She was lying stomach down over my left shoulder. Her small hands grabbed my collar bone and her body was mostly on my back.
"Was it really that bad to live with the oshawott and the tepig?" I asked her.
"Yes. They were horrible. Thank you so much for saving me." She then clung to me slightly tighter in an affectionate way. Friendly affectionate not love affectionate. "One time Kita, who is the tepig caught me on fire and Osh, who is the oshawott refused douse the flames. So I had run to the sink and turn it on and stuff. And you know, use the sink's water to douse the flames."
"Wow, that's horrible. I'm glad I didn't pick either of them."
"So am I."
"Aww thanks." I said, causing us both to laugh.
"You seem older than most humans who come in the lab to get their first Pokemon."
"I am. I had to wait five years to go on my Pokemon journey because my parent's business was going underwater. The business is fine now, I helped with the financial aspect of it. I've always been good at finance."
"What is the business?"
"They sell flowers and other various plants. They also sell items for grass type Pokemon."
"Really? So I'll bet you know all about grass types then."
"Somewhat. You, Osh and what's the tepig's name?"
"Kita."
"You, Osh and Kita were the first real Pokemon I've ever seen. I stayed inside my house almost all of the time, so I didn't really see any Pokemon before you guys. But I did a ton of research on Pokemon before this journey began, and because of my family's business I know a lot more about grass types than the other types."
"Cool, so you had four reasons to pick me then!"
"Four?"
"I'm cute, I needed your help, I'm a grass type and I have a great personality."
"Very true."
"Aw, thanks."
"So are you a battler, or a contest Pokemon? Whichever you want, of course."
"Really, it's my choice?"
"Yeah, and if you want to do both, that's fine too, and if you don't want to decide right now we can just train until you have made up your mind."
"Isn't that stuff usually a trainer's choice?"
"Yes, but most trainers don't talk to their Pokemon. Honestly I'm just glad to be out of the house and to have a friend. You don't mind if I call you my friend do you?"
"Of course I don't mind. You act like I'm your first friend."
"You are."
"Oh, so, um. To be honest I don't really know if I want to do both contests and battling or just battling. I know that we should go for the gym badges and stuff, so we should train for that."
"What we could do is try one contest and one gym battle and see which you like better."
"Are you sure you don't want to choose for me?"
"Nah, you're the one who'll actually be doing the stuff, so you should choose."
"Thanks, I couldn't have asked for a better trainer."
"And I couldn't have asked for a better Pokemon. Well I could have wished for a legendary, but their personalities are nowhere near as good as yours. Of course, I barely know you and I could find some kind of large flaw in your personality, but everyone has flaws, right? Sorry, I'm talking too much aren't I? Let's just say I couldn't have asked for a better Pokemon."
"I really am your first friend aren't I? Well that's a wonderful honor that I will carry with dignity and respect." She then licked my shoulder. "Wow, your shirt tastes pretty good."
"What were you saying about dignity and respect?" I said while laughing.
"That I have no dignity and that I respect the tastiness of your shirt?" We both laughed even more. "I'm just kidding, but your shirt seriously doesn't taste half bad. I just wanted to joke around a bit to, break the ice beam, you know?"
"Yeah." We both thought for a few seconds before bursting into laughter again. After we stopped laughing I started talking. "Does my shirt really taste not half bad?"
"Yeah. I'd say it's kinda tasty." We both started laughing again.
"Then I have to try it." I gave the part of my shirt that was covering my right shoulder a slow lick.
"What are you doing?" A voice from behind me asked. I turned around carefully, so that Emi wouldn't fall of off my shoulder.
"I am licking my shirt, how can you not understand that?" I told the small boy who was standing behind me. He had blue eyes, blond hair, was about four foot five, was wearing green shorts, a red t-shirt, black sneakers, and a black belt which had special studs that carried his pokeballs. There was only one pokeball on his belt, so I assumed that he must be a new trainer as well.
"Why were you licking your shirt?" He asked me.
"My snivy Emi told me that it tastes good." I said. Emi laughed at the odd situation I had gotten myself into.
"And so you licked it?"
"Yeah."
"That's stupid! Pokemon can't talk."
"They talk, it's all about how well you listen."
"Well if all Pokemon have to say is idiotic stuff like that your shirt tastes good then they shouldn't be able to talk at all."
"What do you know? You're only ten. And for your information, even if you wanted to lick my shirt I wouldn't let you."
"How did you know I was ten?"
"Logic, ever heard of it? It's just one of the many things that you don't seem to understand." Emi laughed when I insulted the boy.
"Let's settle this like men! With a battle!" The young boy said.
"We are not men. You are a child and I am a teenager. So why should we settle this like someone we are not?"
"Just battle me." He said angrily.
"Are you sure? I don't know many fighting moves, but I'm a lot bigger than you and would beat the crud out of you. You'd probably walk away with a bloody nose, a black eye and a limp."
"I meant a Pokemon battle you moron!"
"The only moron here is you. So if you want to battle a moron you'll be battling yourself."
"Just shut up and use your Pokemon to battle mine already!" He seemed as if he was about to explode with anger.
"You up for it Emi?"
"Of course!" She responded. She jumped from my shoulder and landed on the ground gracefully. "I hope your shoulder doesn't feel lonely while I'm gone." We both laughed a bit.
"Go Oshawott." The boy said, while throwing the pokeball that was on his belt. There was a flash on light and suddenly an oshawott appeared. Upon closer inspection I found that it was Osh from Professor Juniper's lab. Both me and the boy stepped away from the two Pokemon.
"Oshawott use pound!" The boy yelled. Osh charged towards Emi readying his hand for a pound."
"Hey Savan. I'm going to use the power of the dance, okay?" Emi said.
"I'm pretty sure that's not a move, but who cares? Emi, use the power of the dance!" I said.
"Pound is a move. But the power of the dance isn't. Why would you say that? That's just weird." The boy said. When Osh got close to Emi I noticed that she seemed to be moving her body as if she were dancing. When Osh was about to pound her, Emi began to twirl around him on the side that he hadn't yet readied a pound.
"Follow up with pound!" I told Emi. Once she had finished twirling around Osh she took her hand and smacked him hard in the back of the head with it. Osh was knocked to the ground by Emi's pound. Osh landed face first.
"Get up you worthless piece of junk!" The boy yelled at Osh. Osh got back to his feet as the boy commanded. "Now use pound!"
"Dodge and follow up with pound." I told Emi. Osh tried to use pound on Emi, but limboed under it. "Nice limbo!" I said. Emi then stood up strait again and pounded the right side of Osh's face. Causing him to once again fall and land on the ground a few feet away from Emi.
"Thanks." Emi said happily. Osh once again got up and charged towards Emi in anger. This time she didn't even have to dodge because Osh tripped and fell face first. The boy facepalmed and used his pokeball to call Osh back with a beam of red light.
"You just won because my Pokemon is a worthless piece of junk!" The boy said.
"Whatever keeps you from crying at night." I said. The boy then ran away. Once he was out of sight Emi and I started talking. "Those dance moves were awesome. They could work well in either contests or battles!" I said.
"Thanks. You were awesome too!" Emi said.
"But you did most of the work." I pointed out.
"I did the physical work, you did the emotional work and we both did the strategy work. We're just that awesome of a team."
"What emotional work was there to be done?"
"You got the kid mad so that he wouldn't make good decisions and you supported me emotionally."
` "We really are that good of a team, aren't we?"
"Yeah, totally. And one day when you are champion and I am your star Pokemon we'll look back at this day and smile. This was the day we knew that we could become champions and we knew that we were the greatest team ever. This was the day, when we decided to be the perfect pair."
"All the way to the top!"
"And nothing but the top!"
"We won't settle for second!"
"Because we're the best!"
"Let's make a pact. From this day forth we will become an amazing team, along with any new team members we find. We will be tough, kind, smart, cool, and most importantly we will always be there for each other. No matter what happens we will always have each other's backs. And our goal, is to be number one!"
"Yes, and we will take the vow by licking your shirt." Emi said before leaping onto my left shoulder and got in her usual position which was her hanging on to my collar bone and most of her body on my back.
"Why not?" I said. Emi then licked my shirt. After she was done I licked it where she did just before me. "We'll have each other's backs and reach the top!" I yelled.
"And we will never give up, on our dreams or each other." Emi said.
"This is our vow." I said.
"This is our vow." Emi repeated. "So, what do we do now?" Emi asked.
"Simple," I told her "we dance! Emi then leapt off of my shoulder and we danced. Emi with her grace and beauty, showed her amazing dancing skills, and I, with my klutziness and my inexperience with dancing tried to mimic her but ended up failing miserably. But neither of us minded that I couldn't dance, we danced to express our joy and our new friendship. I'm sure that anyone who saw us thought us crazy, but I didn't care. The only one I thought about while dancing was Emi. There was no music to dance to, so we danced to our own beat, the beat of our hearts, the beat of friendship. Eventually, around noon, we stopped dancing and laughed with pure joy. We were best friends now, and nothing could change that. I noticed that I was starting to feel a bit hungry from all the dancing, and I soon thought of Emi. She must be famished, she's the one who was battling. We both stopped laughing, but we kept our smiles. "Are you hungry?" I asked her.
"Yeah, do you have food?" She asked.
"Yeah, do you want a sandwich?"
"Wow, no Pokemon food?"
"I have some in case you like it, but I figure that if we're a team then I should treat you as an equal. If I have a sandwich I want to know that you had the option of having a sandwich too."
"Cool, what do you have to put in the sandwich?"
"Slices of lettuce and slices of tomato. I'm a vegetarian because hate eating Pokemon, so I don't have any meat. I hope you don't mind."
"I don't eat meat either, so I don't care if you don't have any meat. I remember one time when I stole Professor Juniper's lettuce and tomato sandwich. It was delicious and she was nice to me even though she saw me steal it."
"Then that is what we will have." I quickly used the some of the bread slices, slices of tomato and slices of lettuce in my backpack to make two lettuce and tomato sandwiches. I handed one to Emi and took one for myself.
"The two sandwiches are the same size, but I'm so much smaller than you." Emi pointed out. We both took a seat on the bench to eat after she spoke.
"Yes, but you were the one in the battle and from what I know they don't usually feed the starter Pokemon breakfast on the day that they are to be chosen. If that were to happen than the ones with slower metabolisms would seem lazy because they would still be digesting the food and the trainer would pick the Pokemon with the fastest metabolism. I don't think may trainers would notice such a minor detail, but according to Professor Juniper's website, it makes everything fair. Plus if something isn't too good for me then it isn't too good for my partner."
"Thanks. It really means a lot to me that you think of us as equal partners."
"I wouldn't have it any other way. I propose a toast. To new friendship, to new dreams and to a new adventure!"
"To new friendship, new dreams and a new adventure." Emi repeated. We then clicked our sandwiches together, like most people do with glasses during a toast. Which made me realize that I forgot drinks. I fished my water bottle and two plastic cups out of my backpack. I poured water into each of the cups and put one cup on the bench near her and put one on the bench next to me. I then put the water bottle, the bread that was not used to make the sandwiches, the slices of lettuce that was not used to make to sandwiches and the sliced tomatoes that were not used to make the sandwiches back into my backpack. Leaving us with our sandwiches and our water, to enjoy our first meal together.
What do you think? Should I write all of my chapters for this story with this approximate length? I know the dancing scene was strange, but he did fail his normality test, so one could expect such odd things to happen.