Chris
Chris finished his breakfast and chipped in the rest of the bill along with a large tip. He hugged Amber on his way out of the restaurant and stepped out into the bright sunny city. He headed toward the Pokemart to buy some supplies.
The Pokemart in Viridian City had just recently been built, a convenient medium-sized building with a blue roof. Chris walked up to the crystal clear glass doors which opened automatically with a hiss to let him in. Inside, the shelves were stocked with items of all colors for a Pokemon trainer's various uses.
Suddenly, the glass of the front door and display windows broke, crashing to the floor with deafening tinklings. A tall thin man wearing an all-black uniform with a giant red 'R' insignia on the front stepped inside. His short brown hair was hidden beneath a tight black hat that sported the same symbol. Team Rocket. They hadn't been much of a problem in Viridian City but there were rumors from other towns . . .
The man tossed out a Pokeball, full force. "Nidorino, Poison Sting!" The pink horned Pokemon opened its mouth, revealing a purple tongue. Poison darts began to fire into the shelves, destroying hundreds of dollars worth of merchandise.
It was complete chaos; there was screaming, breaking glass, and the telltale sound of other Pokeballs opening. Powder and spray filled the air, spilling from the broken bottles on the shelves while puddles of various substances formed on the floor, the strong scent of Repel permeating throughout the air. Chris was crouched behind the battle item shelf, Pichu in his lap with his little paws covering his ears. He decided that he had to do something.
"Pichu, Thundershock!" Chris whispered.
Pichu gave him a determined look and hopped off his lap. He ran around the corner of the shelf, facing the Team Rocket member and his poison pin Pokemon. He began to glow a bright yellow, the electricity surging through him. He cheeks grew bright and he discharged a small bolt of electricity at the Nidorino, making direct contact. The Nidorino winced in pain but turned toward the tiny mouse Pokemon, still ready to fight.
But something cream colored flashed in through the broken window, its nine fiery tails fanned out in agitation as it stood between Pichu and his enemy. It growled, revealing perfect pearly-white razor-sharp fangs. "Ninetales, Extrasensory!" a familiar voice called.
Ninetales' eyes began to glow an eerie pink, followed by the rest of its body. Nidorino also began to glow, much to its confusion. He collapsed to the floor with no energy left.
"Wha—?" The man was exasperated. He threw out his Pokeball and collected Nidorino then ran away, collecting nothing from his siege.
Chris picked up a shivering Pichu, holding him close to his chest. Holly approached them, her Ninetales following.
"Good job, guys!" She praised them, tugging a lock of red hair behind her ear with an arm scratched by broken glass. Ninetales padded up to them and gave Pichu an encouraging lick.
"Oh, no!" Holly's bright blue eyes widened. "You're bleeding!"
She reached her delicate white hand up to gently touch the small cut on Chris' cheek while Ninetales produced a clean napkin from her bag. She tapped gently at the cut, removing any excess blood. Chris help blushing as she stared into his eyes.
Feeling brave, he leaned in, carefully watching her reaction. She licked her lips, in anticipaton he assumed, and took that for acceptance. Slowly, he cupped her cheek in his hand, tilting her head toward him. When their lips met, they both sighed contentedly. Chris let his lips linger for a long moment, then pulled away to reveal a smile on her freckled face. He grinned back.
"I'll call you sometime." Chris said, blushing even deeper; but he had to hurry or he'd be late to see Professor Oak, so he left her with a small wave.