Cheveux Bleus?!
Chapter 2: Challenge Accepted
A/N: I do not own Pokémon, I only own my Ocs and I am not going to stick with the normal starter Pokémon as I want to mix things up a bit in this story.
"Ahh, Master Rogers, Master Moore and Miss MelodieDuRuisseau, I presume?"
"Yes Professor, I am Soma MelodieDuRuisseau. This is my brother Heru Moore" I said gesturing to Heru, on my left hand side. "And this is Chaise Rogers" I said, gesturing to my right. "Are we late?" I asked politely.
"No, no. Not at all. I just seem to have misplaced something... Aha there it is!" He seemed to be quite frantic. He then proceeded to pick up a Pokéball from a mass of clutter. "Aha, there it is"
"Why were you looking for a normal Pokéball?" Chaise asked, fairly impolitely.
"This will, hopefully, be your starter Pokémon. It is an Ekans" Mr. Sycamore replied to Chaise.
"Wow I have always wanted a poison type Pokémon. They are AMAZING! Especially Ekans!"
"Ekans is probably the best Pokémon to start off with as its abilities: Shed Skin and Intimidate. Are fairly unique. Intimidate causes the opposing Pokémon to have its attack points lowered and Shed Skin allows the Pokémon to get rid of its status issues over time"
"That's bad-ass!" commented an amazed Chaise.
"That is pretty cool, but not as awesome, amazing and utterly incredible as Booster and his ability – Run Away. This allows it to escape from any battle!" boasted a neglected Heru.
"All right, let's calm down now. Master Rogers do you want this Ekans as your starter Pokémon?" Mr. Sycamore asked making calming gestures.
"Yes, I would love him as my starter Pokémon" replied Chaise.
Mr. Sycamore passed Chaise the red and white Pokéball that contained Ekans. Mr. Sycamore was tentative in handing Chaise the Pokéball, making sure to not touch the release button.
"Thank you sir!"
"You're welcome. Do you want to give your Ekans a nickname?" Asked the Professor
"Yes, I want to call him... Secouer [3]" replied Chaise
"What a gorgeous name" I praised, whilst smiling at Chaise.
"Oh and one more thing" Mr. Sycamore said whilst diving into the mass of clutter and brought out three 3ds-like mechanisms.
"What are those?" Heru asked, obviously fascinated by the machine.
"These are Pokédexs, they record data on the Pokémon you catch and collect. They are also yours, the Pokédexs I mean" The Professor replied, in a tone which suggested he had answered that exact question many times before.
"Wow!" commented Heru, still utterly amazed.
"Why thank you Professor, we will be sure to take care of them" I phonated, making sure to sound genuine in my gratitude.
After the Professor giving us small tutorials in how to access and view the data received we left the laboratory to head back home and say our goodbyes to Mum and for Chaise to say goodbye to his parents. If only we could've. The sandstorm on route 13 had gotten much worse. To the point where I don't think even Ningyo and I would've been able to make it in that storm. So chaise, Secouer, Heru, Booster, Ningyo and I all walked back to Lumiose City and stayed in the Pokémon centre there.
I could tell as soon as we entered that all the trainers' eyes were on Heru and I as we walked in. I heard some girls in the corner start to say "Blue hair, why would she want to dye it THAT colour?" and "Who does she think she is? Some kind of celebrity?" I ended up walking over to them whilst my Pokémon were being taken care of and replying
"My hair is completely natural if you don't mind and I am quite proud of it, if you have an issue then you don't HAVE to stare at it, do you?"
They soon shut up. Until one of their boyfriends decided that they would stick up for their 'girlfriend'.
"What the hell is your problem?" he bellowed walking over to Heru, Chaise and I.
"I have an issue with people not being able to filter themselves about me in my earshot" I retorted trying not to get angry at this boy. He was only doing what his girlfriend told him to do.
"Well she didn't mean to upset you... I think your hairs pretty cool by the way. It's kinda punk-retro". After he had said this I took a proper look at this boy. Who I am embarrassed to say was quite hale. He was obviously different from the rest of his group, even his girlfriend. He had dark brown – almost black – hair, which was Princeton styled whereas most of the other guys in his girlfriend's group had an Undercut hairstyle. He was also wearing a tight leather jacket with black jeans. Compared to his group of friends he was completely different.
"Oh, then I guess no harm done. Thanks... for the compliment I mean" I said, clearly blushing
"Any time" he replied, composedly. After which he started to walk away.
"Wait!" I called, before I even realised myself.
"Yeah?" he responded
"Would you like to battle me? Once I have my Pokémon back from Nurse Joy of course"
"Sure" he remarked
"Okay, tomorrow. Eight in the morning, don't be late"
"Alright"
After that the evening was pretty uneventful. We had gotten to the centre too late to book a room so we were told we could sleep in the foyer. This was full of people, naturally. So Heru, Chaise, Booster, Ningyo and I (as Secouer was in his Pokéball) had to sleep on the floor.
"Finally" I thought drifting off to sleep.
"My first Pokémon battle with a guy my age, and a hale one at that!"
Then I had that dream, again.
To be continued...
[3] "Secouer" means "to rattle/shake" in French
Sorry that this chapter was so short and how it took so long. I was really having difficulties. But the next instalment should be up soon! So look forward to all of you reading. Thanks. MakoMarine xxx