Episode 1 –The Set Up
By, Satsumi
Disclaimer: I do not any of the pokemon characters blah blah blah and all that shit. However, all those weird evil characters and the some dumb new pokemon are created by me, take them if you want, they're stupid anyways, but don't try to nick my plot! Because if I ever find out… trust me, you really don't wanna know…
It was another wonderful sunny day and that usually made you feel as if everything was going to be perfect.
The sun was shining, the wind was blowing, the birds were singing… and in a nearby town, the streets were just starting to wake up and get busy.
"Wow, Lavender City in the morning is just as I had imagined it." A slightly recognizable feminine voice rang out from the pokemon centre in town, but it was only somewhat familiar, for it was not how it used to sound.
There, sitting on the railing of the pokemon centre balcony, admiring the wonderful ocean view was the slim familiar figure of a young lady. As the sea breeze caressed her red hair and her fine complexion, she closed her sparkling blue-green eyes and took in a deep breath of the refreshing air.
The sun was just rising out from the ocean line, and the playful waves immediately reflected its light. The morning rays caressed her skin lovingly, bathing her pink sleeveless top and blue jeans shorts in radiance, and she let out a sigh of awe as she witnessed all the wonders in front of her.
"I wish I could stay here for just a few more days," she sighed, sounding a little disappointed. Suddenly, a voice came up from behind.
"Well if you really wanna stay, you can. Saves us a whole lot of trouble."
Not expecting company, the girl jumped violently at the sudden remark. Instantly, she lost her balance on the rail and with a shriek, fell backwards and landed… into a pair of strong protective arms.
"Whoa, chill it, Mist! Don't swoon at the sight of me." Came a familiar drawl. Misty looked up, her face slightly pink, preparing to stare daggers at her harasser. Her eyes met a pair of attractive dark brown ones, and immediately, her heart began to throb, just like every other time whenever she had the same pair of eyes reflected in hers.
She at once got her act together. What was she doing? She SHOULD hit back!
"Yea right, Ash! Go dream somewhere else!" she stood up, reaching a good five feet six, and clenched her fists. Ash's teasing laughter resounded unpleasingly in her ears.
"If you've finished letting out your steam, it's time to come down for breakfast," Ash flashed her a taunting smile. His voice came out deep, masculine and magnetic, which was a dramatic change from his younger years when his voice still sounded like a mouse's squeak.
Six years had passed since the year when our little "Ash-Misty-Brock-Pikachu" gang was established. They were all still together, tighter friends than ever before.
A lot has changed during the six year period, in which our heroes continued their endless pokemon journey. The two younger companions had grown to become two fine-looking 18-year-olds. Ash had shot up to a good five feet ten when he finally hit puberty, accompanied by a well-built figure. With his hair still untidy and sticking out at peculiar angles however, it now added a dash of messy attractiveness to his already charming features.
Misty on the other hand had developed into a stunning young woman; her voice sounded different than her early teenage years, somehow a little less high-pitched and softer. She had developed a bit more dress sense, for she had started trying out slightly different clothing other than her trademark "yellow tank top, red braces and blue shorts". But despite all that change, some things just remained the same throughout the years. Something that Ash and Misty would prefer to preserve in silence –their never-ending squabbles. To the amazement of everyone, for some strange unknown reason, both of them had never quite managed to grow out of it.
Brock on the other hand, had also grown into a six feet, twenty-year-old young man, taller, but still dark, mature and responsible, with his good humour of falling for every single girl he met. He still acted like a big brother to the little group, being the most level-headed one of the lot, taking care of and looking after Ash, Misty and their pokemon.
And now, at the dining table of the Lavender city pokemon centre, everyone, including the infamous electric mouse-pokemon –Pikachu, satisfied their stomachs to a hearty meal.
Then suddenly, while half-way working through its apple, the adorable little pokemon pricked up its long black-tipped ears.
"Pi?" it exclaimed, its sharp instincts detecting something coming.
"What's up, Pikachu?" said Ash at once. Everyone immediately followed the pokemon's gaze to the… computer on the desk counter.
Abruptly, a ring tone sounded from the machine, indicating that there was
an incoming call. Nurse Joy stood up and went over to pick up the call.
"Pikachu must've caught the radar waves of the incoming call," said Brock stroking Pikachu's head.
After a moment, Nurse Joy lifted up her head and called to Ash.
"Ash, Professor Oak called from Pallet Town and asked to see all of you," she told them.
"Well, hi Ash! Everything's going fine, I hope?" greeted Professor Oak with a big wide smile.
"Yea, we're all doing great here," reported Ash. "How're things back home?"
"Oh yes, very good! In fact, things couldn't have been better," said the wise professor, still grinning from ear to ear.
"Professor Oak, you seem very pleased about something. You have something you wanna tell us?" asked Misty curiously. The professor chuckled and nodded.
"Yes Misty, as a matter of fact, I do have some very good news to tell all of you," he answered. Instantaneously, all of the pokemon trainers' heads crowded so close around the computer screen that their faces were pressing against each other, with poor Ash and Pikachu sandwiched in the middle. Professor Oak held out a few pieces of official looking papers.
"I've just got these invitation forms sent to me this morning. They are invitations for worldwide pokemon masters to take part in this special tournament, called the Kyrle League, sponsored by this famous tycoon called Sir Jonathan Kyrle in Lawrenceville.
This pokemon competition is only open for qualified first-rate pokemon trainers who have at least taken part in and won five official pokemon leagues. In other words, most of the finest pokemon masters will be gathered at Lawrenceville the week after the next to take part in this premium contest. That is why learned pokemon professors like myself are all sent five copies of the limited amount of application sheets to distribute to a few selected candidates eligible to enter the tournament. Other invitations are sent straight away to well-known pokemon masters.
So far I have already sent one copy over to Gary over at Viridian City, and another to one of my other students. I was saving the last three invitations for the three of you. Since you are all already qualified for the league, I figured it would be a good experience for all of you to go try out your skills," finished the professor with a grin, already knowing what their answer would be.
Ash could hardly believe it. He leapt up high and punched the air. "All right! We're off to the Kyrle League!"
It was true, Ash and his friends HAD been through a lot the past six years, and now, they were all proud holders of the Orange, Indigo, Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, Unova and Kanto Battle Frontier League champ titles. It wasn't easy achieving what they'd attained up till now, for now, they were already considered fairly learned senior pokemon masters.
"Hm… interesting," said Brock, stroking his chin as he read the forms sent through email by Professor Oak. "I'd say this'll be quite a challenge for us, guys."
"Well, we can certainly do with some extra challenge now and then, can't we, Pikachu?" Ash said with the same old burst of confidence and eagerness. "You and I are gonna win this!"
"Pika, pika!" Pikachu exclaimed enthusiastically.
And so, this was how the pokemon trio set off for this totally unexpected challenge, utterly ignorant of the fact that they were in for one of the most terrifying adventures that they would ever experience, and also confront something much more powerful than pokemon battles and competitions. Something dark, sinister, evil… and in the shadows, was slowly planning a scheme so horrible… that it is best not to mention it right now.
TO BE CONTINUED…
I know, haha! I added that last bit just for the heck of it; someone had wanted it to sound scary. Got to keep up the suspense, right?
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