Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. Big woop there.
(It is a big woop. This is Breezy from March 2005 mind ya. Not the December 2004 one. There's a difference. Alright, not really, I'm still sarcastic and all that fun stuff. Anyway, enjoy. I guess lol.)
(Stop right there Breezy from March 2005. This is now Breezy from August 2005 who wants to say there is no longer at PTT because it's retarded and the fact that this Breezy shall now do the commentary on the author notes. Cheese! ;o;)
Gotta Catch at Least One
It was six-thirty in the morning as Flare, May's torchic, gazed happily at the amber-golden sun rising over the ocean waters. Her trainer and that guy that she was traveling with weren't awake yet, and she couldn't find Mudkip anywhere, leaving her to her lonesome. She didn't mind though; she loved the serenity of nature after all.
A voice from behind interrupted this peaceful picture though. "Flare?" Mudkip asked behind the chick's back, cocking his head to the right, puzzled. "Aw, you're lucky that you already got a nickname already."
Flare turned around and smirked sheepishly, ruffling her feathers." That's because girls are more creative than boys, Muddy. But besides that, want to join me?" she asked politely.
Mudkip sat down next to Flare on the sandy ground, rolling his bright orange eyes. "Don't call me that, and what's that suppose to mean?"
"What? Girls are more creative than boys?"
"Yeah!"
"Well, they are!"
"You keep thinking that if it makes you feel better."
Flare rolled her eyes right back at the mudkip in response. "So ..." she remarked, trying to change the subject. "What do you think of our new trainers? I think May is cool!"
Mudkip looked back at his trainer with disdain mixed in with amusement. Brendan was sprawled all over his sleeping bag, a trail of drool drying at the bottom of his chin, his legs sprawled out in an awkward position. "I think Brendan is ... He's uh ... Let's just say I see humans in a whole new light."
Flare chirped brightly in return, giggling at Mudkip's remark to her question. "Humans ... Go figure."
Mudkip noticed both May and Brendan twitching, the eyes of the girl trainer's slowly cracking open. He jumped up and down in place to alert the torchic next to him. "Shh, they're waking up!"
With golden rays of sunlight peeking through the trees, the new girl trainer awoke from her slumber in pure bliss. This bliss though was soon interrupted, though, as the girl turned her head, her eyes widening in shock.
"Ah! Too close for comfort, you pervert!" May screamed as she sat up and thwacked Brendan with her pillow repeatedly. It turned out that Brendan was in May's "personal zone".
"Latios, what?" Brendan sat up grumpily, only to eat a face full of cloth and feathers. Annoyed, he grabbed the pillow and dropped it in his lap, scowling. "It's only six thirty in the morning! What the heck did I do this time?" He threw the pillow back at May, who easily dodged it, keeping her girly composition despite the fact she was acting like a wild mankey with rabies.
The girl stomped over toward her pillow, picking it up and dusting the dirt off it. "You were in my personal space!" May cried as if the answer was obvious, hitting Brendan with her pillow once again. "Too close for my liking! Stop moving in your sleep you ... you ... sleep mover!"
"Well, sorry," Brendan replied sarcastically, standing up to retrieve his pillow, rolling his ruby eyes in frustration. "It's not like I was the one that put your sleeping back so close to mind last night. It's not like I forced you to sleep there or anything." Latios did this girl bug him for the stupidest things.
"Ugh!" May huffed, blowing up her bangs and putting her hands on her hips. She then looked at her bewildered torchic who hopped besides her, looking up at her questionably. "Let's go, Flare!" She bent over and rolled up her sleeping bag, hastily tying it to her fanny pack. She then swooped up her pokémon in her arms, slid on her shoes, and headed out of the campsite, clearly angered by the morning.
"Hey! Where are you going?" Brendan yelled from behind May's back, his clenched fists resting in his lap. "We're suppose to travel together, remember?"
"I know that, Santa Clause, but I'm going on a walk! I'll see you later!" May shouted back, going back toward Petalburg City, Flare riding in her arms joyfully.
The boy scratched his head. "Santa Clause?" Brendan asked his pokémon as he bounced his way over, confused. "What is that suppose to mean?"
Mudkip jumped up into Brendan's arms and only grinned cheekily. "Well, last year, when I was still in your dad's lab, one of the professor's assistants told his kids about Christmas. He told him that Santa has white hair, and you have white hair, so I'm guessing that's where May's comeback, 'Santa Clause' comes into play. But the only problem is that you have no stuffing in the stomach." Mudkip poked Brendan's stomach with his nose and laughed.
Brendan blinked twice. "Right, Mudkip, but she didn't have to walk off like that. Why did she walk off?"
"Didn't you hear her? You were in the lady's 'personal space,'" Mudkip answered cheekily, pawing at Brendan's chest. He then pushed himself up onto his hind legs and climbed up Brendan's body, finally reaching the top of his head and lying flat on his belly there, his front paws dangling in front of his trainer's eyes.
Brendan, after all that hard work his pokémon did to get there, took Mudkip off his head and placed him back down in his arms, feeling his pokémon squirm uncomfortably in his grasp. "For being too smart for your own good," he remarked with a smile, "you have to face my tickle attack!"
Mudkip rolled on his back laughing, while Brendan tickled his tummy, still holding on to him. Such a happy picture was soon interrupted moments after though, for a loud bark from behind ruined it with its shrillness. Both trainer and pokémon alike stopped giggling at once and slowly turned around to the bushes on the ledge behind them.
"Hey, what was that?" Brendan asked worriedly, eyes peering into the distance to find where the noise was coming from.
Mudkip jumped out of Brendan's arm and onto the sandy ground with ease as he took a battle stance to protect his trainer from harm. He hopped onto the ledge, poking his head into the bushes. He then stepped back a bit, alarmed as a poochyena popped out, snarling at him viciously. Mudkip growled right back, and tackled poochyena on his own angrily. "Don't snarl at me, dog boy!"
Brendan, a bit surprised at the pokémon that jumped out, snapped back into reality, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. "Go, Mudkip! Use your Mudslap attack!" he ordered.
Mudkip turned around used his hind legs, scraping the sand and hitting the hyena pokémon with dirt clods and sand. Poochyena's howled in protest, his eyes watering from the attack as he blinked several times, trying to rid his eyes of the dirt.
"Hurry before the sand clears from his eyes! Tackle him again!" Brendan commanded, getting an empty pokéball from his backpack ready. He enlarged it with the press of the button, smirking.
Mudkip tackled poochyena off the ledge and onto the beach below. Although the soft sand cushioned his fall, the poochyena was still knocked out, his legs flailing in the air. Running a hand through his hair and reeling his arm back, Brendan threw the ball toward the weary dog, the smooth surface of the ball running past his gloved fingers. "Go Pokéball!" The ball spiraled in a blur of red and white and caught the poochyena in a red beam of light. Brendan waited impatiently for the pokémon to give up as it shook around in its ball, and finally it did. Ecstatic, Brendan ran toward the pokemon, sand getting inside his shoes, and bent over picking it up.
"Yes! I caught a poochyena!" he shouted excitedly, holding it arm's length away, the ball's shiny surface reflecting in the morning sun. He then paused. "Now, if I can only think of a nickname for poochyena too."
Mudkip rolled his eyes but got up and jumped into Brendan's arms, poking the pokéball in his trainer's arm with his nose. "Yay! We did it! Now you can show it off to May and think you're all that!"
Brendan sighed and clipped poochyena's pokéball to his belt. "Out of all the pokémon in the world and all the mudkips in Hoenn, I got the one that's a smart aleck."
Mudkip smiled innocently, as he sniffed the air, his nose catching May's scent. "B Boy! May's here! And by the smells of it, she got a new pokémon with her just like you! So much for showing off now, huh?"
Brendan rubbed the back of his head, feeling drops of sweat run down from the hot morning. "Right, Mudkip," he muttered, looking down the path and spotting the familiar, lean figure of the girl trainer. She came closer toward the campsite, the design of her red bandanna becoming more clearer. "Hey, May!" he shouted, waving at her. "Did you have fun walking?"
May ran over to Brendan, Flare riding on her shoulder and a small swallow-looking pokémon flying above her head. He noticed the red and blue feathers of the flying type, quickly noting it off as a taillow, a commonly found bird pokémon around these parts of Hoenn. "Yeah, it was fun without you," she giggled, smiling. She then pointed up toward the swallow circling around her head. "But look! I caught a taillow! I nicknamed him Tai! He told me that he saw you catch a poochyena when he was flying overhead! Good job!"
Brendan nodded in confirmation. "Yeah, but I don't have a name for him either," he groaned. "But I guess I have enough time to think of a name with you and your 'walks.'"
May smiled. "Sure, whatever you say." Clutching Flare to her chest, the girl turned to her right and looked at another path up the sandy hill. The grainy path eventually lead into the gaping mouth of a dark forest, the thick branches of the trees letting in very little sunlight. "All right, B Boy," she said, gulping. "Let's get it over with. Let's get through Petalburg Forest –"
"Not so fast!" two trainers cried, walking down the path toward them. "If you want to get in the forest, you have to beat us first!"
Sorry, but I have to stop here because my sis is having a fit lol. We still have to go to that dumb party even though I see the kid everyday lol.
(Breez from August 2005. Anything in parenthesis from here on out is either actions or my thoughts. Yes. That party was dumb. Dumb indeed. So was this chapter. Yay!)
But anyway update later or tomorrow I dunno.
(Now I update once in a millennium XD)
LaTeR dAyZ!
(What she said)
Last Revision: 04/05/09