Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own Pokemon, the only things I own are the characters I made up.
Authors Note: Ok, a chapter for all of you guys, hope you all like it, ok? Please, R&R, ok?
Chapter 1: Preparations and Confrontations
When we last left Kj, he was just about to open his pokeball containing his first pokemon. He had just narrowly escaped detection by his mother, and now, was finally going to get his journey on the road. He also made a promise to himself. Now, we must find out if he will uphold this promise…
KJ's POV:
My index finger was suspended over the release button of the pink loveball. I was standing up in an awkward position, with buckets of cold sweat coming down my forehead. This was it. When I hit the button, my first pokemon would appear and I would take my first step towards absolute freedom, my first step to fulfilling my dream. Why is the first step always so hard? Why was I scared? What was holding me back? All of these questions I contemplated in my mind, as I feebly tried to move my finger to press the button. Thoughts of my mother, thoughts of Giovanni all invaded my head. I suddenly felt dizzy, and I dropped the ball onto my bed, and shook my head to clear it.
I gently sat down on my bed, besides my pokeball, and thought about the consequences of what I was about to do. I was going to run away, and if I was caught, not only would I be completely separated from to world, but my chance at fulfilling my dream would be non existent. However, I knew that this was my only chance to succeed. I picked up the pink ball again, and this time, my finger immediately pressed the button.
I set the ball down as it opened up. A reddish energy came from the ball, and floated towards the ground. The energy slowly dissipated as a completely white figure took its place. As the energy vanished, so did the whiteness of the figure, as its brown hue started to reveal it self. First its tail appeared, brownish, with some white streaks in it. Then the torso, its chest fitted with white puffy fur. Its neck came next, which was scruffy, in sort of a pseudo mane. It hid its scrawny and vulnerable neck from view, and from attack. Then its overly large, yet very cute head appeared, topped off with cute little pointed ears. It was the fox pokemon eevee, and I couldn't be happier.
Eevee's POV:
Immediately after escaping that cramped ball, I stretched out and let out a sigh. "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…" It felt good being out of there again, it has been way to long. When I had made that noise, I noticed another movement, and another sound. I looked up and saw a boy, no doubts at the last stages of adolescence, with an excited look on his face. I approached him slowly. I was apprehensive, but I realized he was my trainer. The boy on the other hand, jumped backwards at the sight of my movement, and I froze. He quickly regained his posture, and came back down. We both approached slowly, gazing into each others eyes. Inwardly, I tried to analyze the kid. He seemed nice, at
least from his outward appearance. In fact, he looked quite kind, and his awkwardness and clear sense of tenseness calmed me. There is no way the kid could be as bad as the strangely dressed men who initially captured me.
It was 2 years ago. I was living with my family of 5. My mother, father, brother, sister, grandmother and myself all lived in a small forest clearing, in an equally small wooded area. Most eevee's live in the same area, but their territory encompasses a few miles. It was strange that this eevee family lived so close together, but it was necessary. It all started because of the loud sounds, the nasty smells. We heard shouts; some big creature was attacking our beloved trees.
My grandmother grabbed me in time, before the man could attack my tree, my home. Soon, the whole family was pushed back to the quiet field in the forest. We were trapped, and we knew it. The sounds came close, and I was terrified, but my family comforted each other. We were all we had left.
Soon, the men came to our clearing, and spotted us. They let out wicked howls, and summoned other pokemon out of weird contraptions that looked like balls to attack us. My parents fought them, while my grandmother helped us kits to get away. However, we were trapped on all corners. I was hit by some thing, and entrapped by that fiendish ball. The ball was supposed to make me love my trainer; it made me hate life…
Soon I was on some weird table. 2 men… yes I learned that those creatures were called men… were arguing over something. Over the past few weeks, I had been in this small and smelly cage. My fur had lost its sheen, I had become slow and sluggish, and I was constantly sick. To tell you the truth though, I really didn't care about what happened to me. I stopped caring a long time ago. The next thing I knew, I was back in that god forsaken ball.
I was let out in some weird, clean white place. I was greeted by a smiling male human. He looked pretty old, but yet he also looked kindly. He treated my injuries, he made me all better. He restored the familiar sheen to my coat. That's when I found out that not all men are bad. Soon, I learned to like this man. I found out his name to be Professor Maple. I spent many weeks there, and met many pokemon. I had a great time at the good prof's place. He explained to me that one day, I would be chosen to go to a young human to train with them. I yearned for that day, though I had no clue what this so called "training" was. The professor ran me through some tests, and I learned how to fight. I wasn't sure why, but I liked this fighting thing. I soon learned that "fighting" was all part of training. Despite my new found affection for the prof., I wanted to go and be with a new child, to go and fight. It was my dream. Not very typical thinking for a female eevee, but to tell you the truth, I knew that if I could fight, then perhaps I could get the people who attacked my family. I could get the people who destroyed my home.
After many days of waiting, I was again recalled into that stupid ball. The prof. had told me that I was chosen, so I wasn't too unhappy about going into that ball. But with the ball, the feeling of claustrophobia came on me, and I couldn't help but feel utterly trapped. Still, I was happy. I might be able to get back at those bastards…
That takes me to the present; staring up at this awestruck boy, with a friendly look on his face. He reminded me somewhat of the professor, perhaps a cub of Maple's? It didn't matter, I had a trainer. I was going to fight. I braced my self, and jumped. In mid-jump I realized that perhaps the boy wouldn't appreciate my antics, but I was too exhilarated to care.
KJ's POV:
After the initial shock of seeing the cute little fox, I calmed down, and slowly approached the pokemon. I tried to look friendly, for I knew from years of living with my father, that pokemon most appreciate you if you give them a good first impression. Smiling, I gently lowered my self from the bed and stood up.
At this point, eevee jumped strait towards me! I spent a split second thinking about what was happening, before I was tackled by the fox. I landed on the bed, the eevee on my chest. She sniffed at me thoughtfully, before shyly licking my cheek. At least she liked me…
Slowly I raised myself, and placed her on my lap. I stroked her velvety fur, and I knew that together, we would be a force to be reckoned with. I smiled, and started to tell the eevee all about my self. I hoped to break the ice by introducing myself. Unfortunately, my relatively boring life put her to sleep halfway through telling it, so I let her lie in the bed.
I left the room, turned and locked it. I made sure the padlock was firm, so that my mother couldn't come in. I just hoped the eevee would have enough sense to keep quiet. I tip toed downstairs, and saw my mother, sprawled on the couch and dead asleep. It must have been a tiring day at work, coupled with scolding me that did her in. Well, at least I had a few hours to start my preparations. I grabbed some food from the fridge, and made my self a sandwich. After thinking for a while, I grabbed some sandwich meat and some veggies, and put it in some Tupperware. Eevee might get hungry, and I don't want to waste her pokemon chow. I knew enough about this changeling pokemon to know its dietary habits, so I knew my choices would leave her satiated.
I wrote a short note, and pasted it on my fridge explaining to my mother that I would be out for a while. I wanted to go outside, and get to know my new friend, as well as prepare for my journey. I crept upstairs, and unlocked my door. I found eevee sound asleep again. I grabbed my pack, thought for a while, and exchanged it for my book bag. If my mother saw me with the new trainer pack, she would get suspicious. I grabbed 500 zeni from my prize money, and left the rest along with my 100 zeni allowance for emergencies. I also threw in my lunchbag, and some water for both of us. I hid my trainer pack and all of my winnings under my bed, and covered the pokemon egg with a spare blanket, before hiding it under the bed as well. I strapped on my pokeball belt, and put eevee's love ball inside. I also grabbed an extra pokeball just in case I got lucky. You never could tell what could attack at night, though I was pretty sure that the mere sentrets and occasional taillow in the neighborhood would not suit my fancy, especially since none of these would be out at night. I thought about returning eevee to her pokeball, but thought against it, for given her earlier disdainful look at the ball; I guessed she didn't like it. I gently scooped her up in my arms, and shook her awake. She yawned and stretched like a cat, before jumping on my shoulder. Adjusting my bookbag, and accustoming myself to the new weight on my right shoulder, I opened my window, and dropped the 8 feet to the ground. I let my sneakers absorb the shock, before briskly walking down the road.
Eevee seemed to be having the time of her life outside, soon jumping off of my shoulder and sniffing everything. I guess I could relate to her, it has been so long since she's been free, and I guess I have never been free. I smiled at her, and looked wishfully at the stars, before proceeding to the corner store. Inside, I was greeted by a kindly old woman taking a quick doze on the counter top. I helped my self to non perishable items such as: beef jerky, canned trainer food, and junk food. I didn't know how long it would take me to escape the house, and thus needed food that would last. After that shopping spree, my money was depleted to a low 200 zeni, so I bought some bottled water,
and a large canteen. With only 50 zeni left, I quietly walked up to the counter, counted out what I owed, and left it there, with a note. I didn't want to be a thief; I knew that in order to reach my goal I needed to do it all legitimately.
I left the corner store, and eevee and I took the long route home. I passed through the old baseball field, and sitting on the bleachers, my pokemon and I ate my packed dinner. We stayed a while, basking in the rays of the old dusty field lights, and I sighed. Soon, however we heard a noise, a human noise. "Ouch! Jeeze mudkip, watch where you are aiming that mudshot! I knew we shouldn't have stopped off here!"
I approached this unknown voice with some uncertainty, eevee soon followed, ready for anything. I noticed some inner fire in her eyes… but I paid it no heed. I approached the boy, and he cordially greeted me. "Hiya! I didn't think anyone else would be out here in the dead of night! I only came out to train my mudkip some, ain't that right muddy?" His mudkip jumped and flipped in the air in response. The boy again started to talk. "So… fancy a battle?" I was quite taken aback by this, and I knew I should refuse. The boy's mudkip had probably been in many battles, and eevee hadn't fought one yet. However, before I could talk, eevee jumped out on the field, eager to battle. In the dull light of the lights, I smiled. "I guess we battle then, but can it only be 1 on 1? I only have eevee."
"That's alright, I only have muddy here." Our pokes faced off against each other, his mudkip with a plastered smile on its face, while eevee with a quiet look of determination on her's. "Ok eevee, open it up with quick attack!" I hoped this would work; I hadn't battled her before…
Eevee's POV:
Upon hearing quick attack, it took me a second to comprehend the command. Once registering the attack, I quickly charged the blue creature, as a brown blur. I scored a direct hit on the water pokemon, and it stumbled. I used the force of the hit to rebound backwards, and hit the grass lightly on my 4 paws.
I was in pure ecstasy! The joy of fighting rushed through my veins and got the adrenaline pumping. But I was too cocky, and got buffeted by pressured water. It stung a bit, and knocked me and my pride flat. Clumsily I stood up, and bared my teeth at the way too happy pokemon. It was staring to really piss me off! Kj asked my to sand attack the thing, so I happily obliged, throwing the coarse sand from the base line into the mudkip's face, before doubling with a vicious tackle attack. This time I only celebrated momentarily, because I didn't want to be taken off guard again. Kj whooped with joy, and I smiled inwardly. Finally, someone who appreciates me!
The mudkip quickly turned its mouth towards me, and was ready to fire another water blast. I bunched my muscles in my legs together, and was ready to dodge the stream of cold water. Then the mudkip did something unexpected. It aimed downwards, and wet the ground, and using the same maneuver just pulled on it, kicked the muddy substance towards me! Shocked as I was, I able to dodge most of the mud, however, it stuck my left front paw to the ground. The mudkip quickly tackled me loose, and into the ground.
I staggered up again, and Kj shouted words of encouragement, as well as another quick attack command. This command made me think of a strategy, which could work to finish this fight quickly. I charged the mudkip at inhuman speeds, but the mudkip braced itself. Before I hit, I jumped over the mudkip, landed, and using my
momentum, I quickly turned and jumped on mudkip with the quick attack knocking it into the ground. Kj jumped up and down, and then ordered a bite attack from me. I happily obliged, and clamped down hard on mudkip. No matter how hard it tried, it couldn't shake me loose, and the other trainer was forced to return muckip. I had won the battle, and boy did it feel great!
KJ's POV:
Taking a moment to register the awesome skills of my eevee, I was shocked at the amount of intelligence in fighting the little thing had. It was a brilliant strategist! I jumped up and down, and despite myself ran and scooped up eevee into my arms. Eevee licked my check, and settled down to rest in my arms. I was knocked back into reality by the boy's angry remarks. "What the hell kid! Your stupid little fox cheated!" He rolled up his sleeves, and came at me very menacingly. I set eevee down, and prepared myself. The boy charged me, and I sidestepped to the left, while sticking my foot out. The boy tripped and fell face first in the rough sand. I immediately pounced on top of him, and held him down. "Look kid," I started, "My pokemon never cheated ok?" The kid calmed down a bit. "You can let go of me now." I cautiously did just that. "Sorry about that," the kid said. "I got a little carried away. Here, take this." He held out 200 zeni for me. "You deserve it." He quietly dusted himself off, and headed towards the pokemon center. I watched him go, and then started back home, our first victory under my belt, and many more to come!
Author's Note: I hope you guys liked the POV switching. I plan on doing it in many scenarios! Oh, please R&R guys, it would be greatly appreciated!
Until the next one!
KMaD