Disclaimer: Pokémon belongs to Nintendo and other share holders I am to lazy to name. All OCs and plot belongs to me however.
Nestor started to wake up from the sounds of a power surge, telling anyone in the building the power was back. He slowly opened his right eye, trying to remember what happened last night and... what was in his jacket?
He adjusted himself on the couch and saw something he thought he wouldn't ever see; a shiny Ralts but at the same it wasn't. Its color wasn't like other shiny Ralts he's seen in the game, it had much more pail skin, its hair wasn't green or light blue but dark black and its horns were crimson instead of its standard red.
Nestor calmed himself, trying to remember what happened.
Nestor sighed as he light the last candle with his lighter, keeping his Pokègg in the jacket, much like he did getting to his friend Chandler's house. He took out his colored contacts as well, knowing they were already past their "best till used" date. Chandler knew about his eyes and that was one of the few many reasons she wanted him to be her friend.
Chandler skipped the last step as she jumped down from the stairs with a pillow and blanket tucked under one of her arms. She wouldn't let the egg out of her sight so she keep kept her close to her, as if she was afraid it was gonna disappeared.
"I guess the least I can do is give you like a pillow or something, y'know after the whole cutting off my power thing."
Nestor rolled his eyes and kept a glare at the same time, knowing she was expecting a shrug.
"I don't need the blanket… but leave the pillow…. Please." Nestor said as he put away his lighter and readjusting his wiggling egg.
"Dude, that egg needs warmth."
"I know but c'mon, we both know I'm like the hottest guy in our school." He joked, striking the most unnatural pose he could pull off while holding his egg.
Chandler started laugh, throwing him the pillow and saying between laughs "Shut up… my god…."
Nestor was pulled out of is memories by the little Ralts. It let out a cry as it uncurled from his chest but stayed there, as if wanting to sleep with its trainer longer.
Nestor let a smile spread across his face as he patted his partner on the head, earning himself a smile from the little Ralts and a little cry.
"Now that's adorable." He said, still half asleep and patting the Ralts.
It let out cry as it pushed his hand away, as if telling him to stop patronizing it. He chuckled, giving it a look and asked "Aw, someone's a tuff one."
The Ralts smiled and let out another cry, nodding its head and letting its trainer pat itself again.
Wait a second; Nestor thought to himself I'm a trainer…. A real Pokémon Trainer! But wait… that means…
As if on cue the sounds of paws stomping and footsteps could be heard above them and moving towards the stairs. Next thing Nestor saw was a shiny Eevee with white and gray fur running down the stairs with Chandler chasing after it, both of them having a fun time.
"I'm a getch'a, I'm a getch'a!" Chandler cooed as she chased after the Eevee, jumping around the living.
Nestor and his Ralts watched, both enjoying the little show happening in front of them. It didn't stop until Chandler crashed land on the floor, making a jump for her Eevee. When she sat up she had her hair in a mess with her Eevee on her shoulders, messing with her hair even more.
"Someone's having fun." Nestor joked as his Ralts nodded; clapping as if it wanted an encore.
"Hell I am!" Chandler said excitedly "This is awesome! We're Pokémon Trainers now!"
"Yeah we are but…" He trailed off, reality starting to hit him in the face. Pokémon aren't real, or at least they're not supposed to be. How are they supposed to explain it to their parents? What if someone see them and the government takes them away? What about feeding them? What do they eat exactly?
Nestor was pulled out of his thoughts again by his Ralts. It pulled on his sleeve, feeling its trainer's worry.
"Aw!" Chandler cooed again, now holding her Eevee in her arms "She's worried."
Nestor smiled as he gave his Ralts a reassuring pat on the head stopped for a second "Wait… you said her? How do you know it's a girl?"
Chandler pulled out her fake glasses and placed them on, she always carried them around so she'd make herself look smarter when she explains something "Male Ralts have at least three or above long spikes while the females have either two inches or smaller. Yours looks to be about an inch long. Isn't that right Dusk?"
"Ee, Eevee!" Her Eevee cried, nodding its head.
"Wild guess but yours is male, right?"
"You bet your ass he is!" She said proudly, making Nestor's Ralts laugh "Anyways, what are you going to name yours?"
He looked down to his Ralts, seeing it look up at him with a slightly opened mouth. He didn't exactly know if he should call her something, after all there's still reality knocking on their doors. But he still has to put some faith into it.
His eyes slightly widen, realizing the perfect name. He patted her head again before saying "How's about Faith?"
Faith let out a happy cry before nodding her head, as did Chandler and her Eevee, Dusk.
The four suddenly heard a choir of stomachs rumbling, all looking wide eyed. Chandler and Nestor laughed while the two Pokémon looked at their trainers angrily, not really appreciating their laughter.
"Time for Breakfast!" Chandler said loudly, taking Dusk with her into the kitchen.
"Chandler, wait!" Nestor called out before grabbing Faith "But we have no idea what they eat!"
"Why not we try cereal?" Chandler asked as both Dusk and Faith gave her a questionable look "I mean, who doesn't like cereal?"
"Chandler…" He said, looking slightly pissed "I hate cereal."
"Nuh uh, what about that fiber K stuff you eat?"
"That's oatmeal."
"Oh… cereal it is then!"
Nestor face palmed as she set Dusk down and placed down a bowl of corn flakes and another bowl of water. Dusk eyed the bowl of corn flakes before digging in, immediately liking it.
Faith let out a cry, looking up at Nestor, asking for something too. He nodded before placing her down on the counter and looking through the pantry as Chandler was petting Dusk.
He returned with several granola bars. She too eyed them but was unsure. Nestor took one and opened the wrapper, saying "Look, you do this and…" He took a bite of it, looking back at Faith. She copied her trainer's actions and took a bite, immediately liking the food herself.
Nestor chuckled as he heard Chandler ask "Is that my granola?"
"Yeah," He answered, taking another bite "Hope you don't mind."
"As long as you don't mind taking me to get breakfast. I mean, that granola was our plan for food."
He looked at her wirily, looking down at Faith and seeing that she already finished all of the granola.
"Ops." He said nervously.
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"Hurry up!" Chandler said angrily down the street.
The two decided to go any fast food they happen to find first, and hoped it had a breakfast menu. It was lightly sprinkling and the streets had at least five inches of water. The two also were making a risky move, having their Pokémon with them and all. The two made a stop by Nestor's house to grab his satchel and a backpack for her. She had Dusk in a red backpack and Nestor had Faith in his satchel.
"Easy for you to say!" He shouted back, making sure he didn't move the satchel so much.
Faith poked her head out of the flap, letting out a questionable cry. "Where almost there," he answered "Just wait a little bit longer."
Faith nodded before hiding again and Nestor started to run faster, hearing Chandler scream and yelling several swears, knowing something went wrong with Dusk.
"Dusk, get back here!" She shouted worryingly, chasing after him.
"Chandler!" Nestor shouted, chasing after the two.
Luckily for them there weren't much people outside for both the rain and the flash flood warning. When people saw them they just thought they were just running after a pet and thought Dusk was a dog. After a few blocks Dusk turned in an ally, whining and scratching the brick wall on the back.
"Dusk, don't do that." Chandler said, picking him up but he just wiggled out of his grip and continued scratching the bricks.
"Dusk-" She didn't finish as she slipped on the cement floor with Dusk. The two phased through the brick wall and disappearing.
"Chandler!?" Nestor shouted urgently, eyeing the wall. Faith got out of the satchel and let out a cry, calling for the two as well.
He took a step closer, touching the place where Chandler fell through and saw it shimmer. He eyed it wearyingly again before he let out a gasp as a hand grabbed his shirt, pulling him and Faith in.
He groaned, feeling cold and dry ground under him and Faith on his head. He didn't get up until Chandler pocked his cheek asking "You alright?"
He groaned again before he saw their surroundings. There were Pokémon with trainers walking around in an area that looked much like a basketball stadium. He saw many different types walking around with different people, either talking to each other or other people. Several yards away there were stands selling stadium food, gear and Pokémon food. Above them was a large screen playing a battle that apparently was happening.
"W-what… is this place?" He asked as he got up, holding his Ralts and Dusk jumping back on Chandler's shoulders.
"This here is the League." A voice said behind the two.
They turned around and saw guy looking down at them, arms crossed. He looked to be maybe in high school, like them, but was older than them and was for sure taller than Nestor. He had long black hair that was cut into a bowl cut but went down above his shoulders. He had dark skin that made his brown eyes well together. He had on a black jacket over a white t-shirt with skull designs, baggy blue jeans and dark blue vans. What caught their attention however were the long yellow spikes coming off from his jacket and a blue shiny scale necklace he had.
"And mind telling me who you two are?" He asked, looking us over.
"Mind telling us what the League is first?" Chandler said, not appreciating his sour tone.
He sighed, placing a hand over one of his eyes "Oh god… you guys are Karps."
"Ugh… what?" Nestor asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Karps, like Magikarps. You guys probably have a lot of questions."
"Yeah, so mind telling us what the hell's going on and where exactly are we?" Chandler asked with Dusk growling at the guy.
"Alright, fine. Walk with me."
The two looked at each other before fallowing the guy down the row of venders.
He kept his hands in his pockets as he started explaining things "My names Nicholas, ace Dragon Type trainer of the Sinnoh Rank, but here I'm called Nick. The League by the way is an underground 'governmental fight club'… ugh no, that's not a good explanation… basically it's an underground version of the Pokémon League, because we can't let any non-trainers know about the existence of Pokémon. If the government ever found out then they'll weaponries them or even wipe them all out cause of their fear of the unknown. The Pokémon Rangers are basically our hidden police; the ones with the red uniforms so don't get on their bad sides."
"Question!" Chandler said loudly, rising her hand, Dusk mimicking her "How do we enter and what about contests and,"
"No questions," Nicholas said a bit bitterly "You guys need to learn this sort of stuff on your own, like everyone else and," he stopped talking, looking at a bunch of trainers coming their way.
Threw were three of them. One was dressed in a green vest, jeans and even sneakers. He even had green dyed hair. Obviously he was a grass based trainer. On his left was a muscular guy with a head band, ripped jeans and a muscle shirt. He looked either to be a rock/ground or fighting trainer. Between the two, obviously the leader was a ginger girl. Her hair was behind her, reaching down to her back, and she was in a red tank top and orange jeans and yellow shoes. You can guess what kind of trainer she is.
"My, my," she said with a devious smile "If it isn't ol' scales. And who are these two Karps?"
"Leave them out of this Blare." Nicholas said bitterly.
"Or what? You'd send that oversized guppy… oh wait, didn't it die after our last battle?"
Chandler stepped in front of Nick and asked "Do I need to slap a bitch?"
Blare glared at her, obviously pissed "Ugh, you little brat!"
"Hey!" one of the Pokémon rangers got between them, he looked to be about twenty and obviously didn't want any fights outside the battle field "What seems to be the problem?"
"Nothing." Blare said as she walked away with her goons, bumping into Chandler before leaving.
"Bitch…" Chandler mumbled one last time, as did Dusk but he growled.
"You shouldn't have done that," Nick finally said, looking a bit worried but mostly angry.
"Why not? I could take her."
"Maybe fighting outside the League but not here." He said, grabbing her attention "Blare and her two goons are the on my rank, that's about four levels above you guys."
"Sounds like your gonna help us." Nestor said, finally speaking "I mean really. You wouldn't miss out on the opportunity to piss Blare off even more. Chandler had her on the ropes."
Nick sighed "I guess… Alright… fine. I'll help you two, but you fallow my rules and give two hundred percent."
"Wait, this sounds too good." Chandler said, placing her hands on her hips and giving Nick one of her looks "What's the catch."
"You two have something that not many trainers have and would kill to want; shinnies. Male trainers would kill to get a shiny female Ralts, same for your Eevee. You have my word that I won't try anything and I give you guys the needed training. Do we have a deal?"
The two friends looked at each other, wanting to make sure they were both on board before making any agreements. The two nodded in unison, grabbing Nick's open hand, shaking it "Deal!"
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