-The Legal Stuff:-
1) I am not affiliated at all to Game Freak nor to Nintendo, nor any other companies that write/produce Pokémon.
2) I do not own any part of Pokémon.
-A Waiver:-
1) I am not following any storyline already created, not a game, not the television show, my storyline is completely original as far as most characters go and as far as what is going on with the plot.
2) The only thing I borrowed from the game (I just started playing Crystal Version again) is the Gym Leader's names and their Pokémon, the city names, route names, and a couple of Team Rocket situations. I think I also mention well known people like Professor Elm and Professor Oak.
Basically…storyline and main characters are of my creation, the other stuff I borrowed from Crystal Version.
-And finally, the story. (: Enjoy!-
Chapter Nine:
Let's Battle!
I rolled over and found the sun streaming in through the glass windows. I winced and clapped my hand over my eyes. That was far too bright for my sleepy eyes. I brought my wrist up to my face and looked at my watch.
Eight in the morning, jeez.
I slowly sat up, Eevee had confiscated half of my pillow and I rolled my eyes as I watched her sleep.
"Good morning," the nurse from the night before who had given me dinner walked out of the back, a plate in her hand with steaming, warm breakfast. I was starved! "I assumed you may want a good meal before you leave."
"What I would really like is a nice, long, hot shower," I laughed sleepily as I took the plate from her.
As I ran my fingers through my mess of wavy hair, the door opened and the man from last night with the 'Umbreon' walked in the door. I couldn't help but to stare, he was gorgeous after all. I had decided that after he had occupied my dreams the night before.
I shook my head, I never thought about guys this way unless it was a good-looking television celebrity that I knew I would never meet. And I was doing something important now, I was becoming a Pokémon Master, I had to stay focused!
I quickly wolfed down the breakfast, offering Eevee half a sausage link and a few tidbits of bacon, which she gobbled up quickly.
"Oh!" I said, a little bit too loud as the gorgeous, hunk of man looked over at me as well as the nurse. "I have to tell you something, about that breaking news you were telling me about last night," I said.
The door was pushed open and the boy from the evening before stormed in. "Where are my freaking Pokémon, are they healed up?"
The nurse sighed. "I wish all people were as compassionate about Pokémon as you are," she muttered.
"Nurse, I need to tell you something," I hissed quietly as I flipped the blanket off me and dropped my sock-clad feet on the floor. "Something really important."
As I slipped on my shoes, a nurse went into the back to retrieve the boy's Pokémon. She returned just seconds later, a nervous look on her face. "I do apologize," she quickly said. "But it appears this Pokémon Center has been the victim of theft."
"What the hell do I care? Give me my useless Pokémon," the boy snapped.
The woman held out one pokéball to him. "We only have your Voltorb, your other Pokémon was stolen."
"Are you kidding me!" The boy instantly started screaming.
"Oh my!" The nurse that was sitting with me clapped her hands over her mouth. "That person was here last night!"
I grabbed her arm and pulled her down next to me. "It's a Pokémon that's taking the injured Pokémon," I whispered hurriedly. My whispering skills had never been that great, I whispered far too loud.
"What!" The nurse replied, staring at me with wide-eyes.
"I saw it, a really dark Pokémon," I explained quickly, then I lowered my voice even further. "I think it was a ghost Pokémon of sorts."
The nurse clapped her hand over her lips. "You need to tell the police!" She gestured to another nurse who was now on the phone.
I shook my head as I stood up and flung my belt around my waist, and my backpack onto my back. "You tell 'em, I need to get going!"
"But you're the one that found out this groundbreaking news!" She grabbed my hand. "You should get the credit for it."
Again I shook my head. "It's alright, I'm sure you can do more good than I can in this situation. You have far more experience with Pokémon than I do."
She looked nervous, then nodded her head with determination. "You go ahead dear, I'll help as much as I can."
"You'll do more than enough," I smiled, before scooping up Eevee and hurrying out of the building. While I wanted to help, I needed to keep going. I wanted to get to Violet City today, even though I knew it was a day and a half walk from here.
I pushed the door open and stepped out into Cherrygrove. I gently set Eevee on the ground and then stretched my arms up over my head. "Ready Eevee?" I could see the police heading in my direction. I quickly hurried Eevee away from the doorway and towards the trail that would lead to Route 30, the road that would take me to Violet City.
Eevee chirped at my feet as I glanced over my shoulder. Three officers calmly walked into the Pokémon Center. As they cleared the area, I found the gorgeous, tall man standing on the other side of the doorway.
He and I made eye contact for a moment. He didn't look nearly as friendly in the daylight as he had when I had spoken to him the evening before in the Pokémon Center. He actually looked angry, and dark, and almost frightening. His raven dark hair hung low into his eyes, as it was long in the front but shorn short in the back. His pale skin added to the menacing aura he gave off, and from here I could tell his eyes were a dark color.
I stared at him a moment, then turned and headed away from the Pokémon Center. I snatched Eevee off the ground and hurried out of Cherrygrove City. There was just something off about this place, I was ready to move on.
I hummed to myself as I walked along the path towards Violet City. I had taken to ignoring the signs along the road, they told me how many more miles there were to Violet City. Seeing the large numbers just depressed me.
I was beginning to get bored out of my mind actually, it was close to noon and I had seen no one since I had left Cherrygrove. I stretched my arms over my head, this was pretty easy as far as becoming a Pokémon Master was concerned.
I dropped my arms as a thought crossed my mind.
If I wasn't getting any training in, how could I possibly be a Pokémon Master?
"Damn!" I shouted as loud as I could. I stopped in the middle of the path and proceeded to stomp my feet in the most immature and unladylike manner. It was making me feel better though. "Why is this so difficult and complex?" I yelled towards the open, cloudless sky.
What made matters even worse was that the ground was soggy and muddy from the torrential downpour the night before. I let my breath out, regardless of the mud I felt a lot better after my minor temper tantrum.
"Hey! Do you mind keeping it down?" Someone just ahead of me on the path shouted back at my outburst.
My eyes widened. "People!" I said excitedly and hurried down the road. I rounded a corner and found two young boys engaged in a battle. One had a Rattata out, which looked considerably weaken from a stream of attacks. The other had a small blue Pokémon out, that looked no worse for the wear.
I pulled my Pokédex from my backpack and zeroed in on the little blue Pokémon. "Wooper, the water fish Pokémon," my Pokédex immediately announced, pulling up a picture of the little Pokémon on the small screen. "A mucous membrane covers its body. Touching it barehanded will cause a shooting pain."
"Good to know," I muttered.
"Hey!" The boy with the Wooper shouted. "Can we help ya?"
"Just watching," I smiled, waving slightly at him. The other boy turned around to look at me, he wore an extremely defeated look on his face.
"You're next," the Wooper boy pointed across the space towards me. "Wooper, finish this battle with a Tackle!"
The little blue Pokémon, while letting out a screech worthy of a little kid, dashed across the ground and pummeled into the Rattata. The mouse Pokémon was tossed to the side, its eyes closed. The younger looking boy quickly recalled it into its pokéball. "You're so unfair! You didn't give me a chance."
The other boy shrugged. "You're just mad I won again."
The boy pouted and walked towards me, cradling the pokéball against his chest. "You can't win, this is the third time I've battled him. I've lost every single time."
"Well see," I smiled.
"You gonna battle me, or you a wimp?" The boy taunted me and I arched my eyebrow at him.
"Yea, I'm going to battle you," I said, stepping in his direction.
"Two Pokémon each," the boy held up his fingers as he spoke, he eyed my Eevee following behind me. Too bad for him I would not be using her.
"That's fine," I said, grabbing Hoothoot's pokéball from my belt.
"I'm keeping Wooper out as my first Pokémon!" The boy shouted, pointing to the little blue, mucus thing standing on the ground. I stared at it a moment, then tossed my pokéball into the air.
"Come on out Hoothoot!" I shouted and the pokéball cracked open. The red beam formed down to the ground where the owl Pokémon materialized.
"Wooper, start this out with Tail Whip!" The trainer shouted and the Wooper darted towards my Hoothoot.
"Hoot," I shouted at the dopey owl, "dodge, then retaliate with Peck!"
Hoothoot leapt out of the way, fluttering its tiny, little wings to gain a slight bit of air before it dropped back down to the ground. He twisted on his foot and, while flapping his wings repetitively, charged at Wooper. His beak met with Wooper's forehead, and to my surprise, they both fell backwards.
Wooper's little hands shot to his head as he cried out in pain. I immediately felt bad, but refused to show my weakness. "Come on Hoot, on your feet and use Peck again."
My Pokémon realized that twirling around on its back amused him greatly, so instead of following my orders, he continued to lay on his back. A sitting duck, so to speak. I dropped my face into my hands. "Hoothoot!" I muttered into my hands. "Get up you silly owl!"
"While it's down and out Wooper! Use Tackle!" The boy trainer shouted and I pursed my lips.
"Hoothoot, move!" I shouted helplessly at my Pokemon, still swirling around densely on his back. "Dodge, or growl, or something!" I said, then sighed as Wooper's head pounded into Hoothoot's side.
My owl was finally thrown onto his feet as he started to wail in pain. He looked over at Wooper, who was waiting for his next command. Hoothoot had tears in his eyes as he rushed across the field towards me and cowered behind my legs.
"We're done with this one," I said, bending down to attend to my apparently fragile Hoothoot. "You win this one."
"I always win," the trainer said smugly.
I glanced up at him and rolled my eyes. "You can return now Hoot," I held his ball up and he nodded happily before being recalled into the pokéball. I stood up, snapping Hoothoot's ball into place and grabbing Cyndaquil's.
"Come on back Wooper," the boy recalled his first Pokémon, then grabbed another ball from his side. "My next Pokémon is…" He tossed the pokéball extravagantly in the air. He wasn't full of himself at all. "Oddish! Go!"
I smiled to myself. A grass type against a fire, I definitely had the type advantage. I held my hand out, the pokéball expanding in my hand. "Come on out, Cyndaquil!"
The ball opened in my hand and Cyndaquil formed right in front of me. He kicked one of his little feet up while he threw his hands into the air. "Cynda!" He said excitedly. I couldn't help but to wonder how I managed to get stuck with the most animated Pokémon.
"Oddish, start this with Stun Spore," the boy shouted.
"Well that's not very nice," I muttered. "You started last time."
"I have to get the jump on ya," the boy smiled, his Pokémon seemed confused at all the extra talk. "Oddish! Stun Spore, go, come on!"
The Oddish lined up, ready to spray Cyndaquil. "Cyndaquil," I shouted. "Negate that attack with a solid Ember attack! At the Oddish!" I added before Cyndaquil could turn and face me.
Cyndaquil turned, and after taking a deep breath in, released the small fire attack, scorching and burning up all the little spores heading for it from Oddish. "Now quick Cyndaquil!" I said before the other trainer could utter another command to his Oddish. "Quick Attack into the Oddish followed by another Ember!" In a quick flash, Cyndaquil was across the field from me, pummeling into Oddish and dropping it off of its feet and onto its side. While it struggled to get back up, Cyndaquil faced it again, opened his mouth and released a fireball, which quickly engulfed the little grass Pokémon in flames.
Oddish cried out in pain, jumping to its feet and running away from Cyndaquil. Cyndaquil, thinking it was a game he was playing, chased after Oddish releasing small spurts of fire that kept scorching Oddish's rear end.
"Yea Cyndaquil," I muttered, trying to think of something witty to say. Nothing came to my mind. "Just keep…doing that!"
A red beam formed around Oddish as his trainer recalled him. "So you win that one," the trainer snapped before snatching another pokéball off his belt. He held the ball out, it expanded in his hand. "We'll just have a tie-breaker."
I returned Cyndaquil to his ball, which I then replaced on my belt. I laughed. "We're just going to have to accept a tie, I only have two Pokémon at the moment."
The boy arched his eyebrow then looked down at Eevee sitting by my feet. "What do you call that?"
I looked at her too. She was looking up at me. "She doesn't battle," I replied, looking back at him.
Eevee suddenly hopped in front of me, crouching down low. "Vee!" She chirped before looking over her furry shoulder at me. There was a smile in her eyes, but something else too. Determination.
"But," I quickly added, "I've been wrong before."
"Vee!" Eevee shrilly yipped, crouching and glaring at the trainer across from me.
"You can't beat him!" The other little boy, who I had actually forgotten about, shouted from behind me.
"We'll see," I muttered. "Ready Eevee?" I shouted.
"Vee!" She chortled.
"As my last Pokémon, I choose you, Bellsprout," the boy yelled, tossing out another pokéball. The grass Pokémon formed a few feet ahead of him.
"Okay Eevee," I said softly. "I know you can do this. Eevee, start this with a Tackle attack!"
"Vee!" Eevee darted across the grass towards Bellsprout.
"Get her with Vine Whip!" The other trainer commanded his Bellsprout.
"Eevee, dodge!" I shouted and Eevee jumped away from the outstretched vine of the flower-like Pokémon. "Circle back, use Quick Attack this time!"
She circled behind Bellsprout, where she tackled the Pokémon from behind. It tumbled forward, catching itself with its vines before it smashed face first into the ground. "Eevee!" I said, "follow up with another Quick Attack!"
"Bellsprout," the boy shouted, "when she gets close, blast her with Leech Seed!"
"You won't have time," I smiled to myself. Eevee pummeled into the flower. "Eevee, use Quick Attack to get away from its attack!" Eevee disappeared in a blur of brown fur, appearing several feet away from the Bellsprout. Its Leech Seed attack fell harmlessly to the ground, a far distance away from where Eevee now stood.
"Alright Eevee," I shouted, "that Bellsprout can't handle much more, let's finish this with Bite!"
Eevee yipped and dashed in Bellsprout's direction. She slammed into Bellsprout, her teeth clutching the thin stalk just below Bellsprout's head. "Shake!" I said, doing the movement myself.
Eevee instantly began shaking along with me, her eyes smiling brightly at me. I smiled back, I had no idea that she would be able to handle herself so well in a battle. "Drop that flower and get over her!"
Eevee dropped Bellsprout to the ground, where it crumpled and didn't move. Eevee yipped and hurried over to me, excitedly looping around my ankles. I scooped her up and held her above my head. Her tongue was licking the air as it extended towards my face. "I'm so proud of you Eevee!" I smiled, she was wiggling so much that it was hard to keep holding her up in the air.
She barked at me and I pulled her down against me. Her tongue instantly met my cheek. I glanced over at the trainer, he had recalled his Bellsprout and was staring angrily at the ground. "You beat him, you beat him!" The other boy was shouting ecstatically behind me. I walked towards the boy I had just battled, as it was the direction I needed to go in anyways.
"My Pokémon suck!" The boy snapped once I was within earshot. He was glaring at the pokéball in his hand.
"No they don't," I clapped my hand against his shoulder. "Your technique does though, " I laughed.
"What!" He roared, turning to glare at me.
"I'm just kidding, chill out," I quickly said. "I just mean you need a little work, a little training. I do too."
"But you beat me, why do you need to train?" The boy wondered.
"Because there are trainers that are stronger than both you and I," I said and nodded. "So have fun."
I saluted him, threw a wave to the other boy and headed down the path. That had been too long a delay, there was no way I'd make it to Violet City today now.
That meant I had to sleep outside.
Oh joy.
I glanced over my shoulder. It really felt like someone or something was watching me. I hated this feeling. Eevee was very comfortably asleep on the ground already, but I was petrified. I didn't want to be out here, I was tempted to gather all my stuff and just keep walking through the night.
But I knew I needed to sleep. I was tired, it had been a long day.
I couldn't shake this feeling though! Something was out there!
I glanced at Eevee, her ears were limp, she didn't hear anything. That should have calmed me, but it didn't. I was still worried. I had never slept outside before. What if some sort of horrible, scary Pokémon attacked me?
I froze.
The grass behind me had definitely just rustled. I desperately wished there was a tree nearby, I could sleep up in a tree. I'd rather risk sleeping with Bug Pokémon than anything that might be on the ground.
Eevee suddenly woke up and she looked behind me. I started to panic, now I knew my mind wasn't just playing tricks on me. There was something out there and it was coming straight towards me!
Eevee shot to her feet and started to yap at the grass behind me. I shot up to my feet and moved away from the sound. I stared into the darkness. I heard something that sounded like a sneeze, and there was a small flash of light.
"Hello?" I called out into the dark. "Is someone out there? Please come out, you're freaking me out!"
The grass rustled and a Pokémon stuck its head out, looking at me. It had a patch of white fluff on the top of its head, with two black ear-like things on the side of its head. There was a yellow stripe on each ear.
"Mareep?" The Pokémon chortled.
I furrowed my brow and bent over to grab my Pokédex out of the small pocket my backpack. I held the device out towards the Pokémon after turning it on. "Mareep, the Wool Pokémon," it said. "It stores lots of air in its soft fur, allowing it to stay cool in summer and warm in winter."
"Okay," I muttered, staring at the Pokémon as it calmly walked into my very rough campsite. Eevee walked up to it and pressed her nose against Mareep's. There was a small discharge of electrical energy. Eevee yipped, then ran over to me to hide behind my legs. I slowly sat down, scooping Eevee up and setting her in my lap. "Hello there Mareep."
"Mare!" The Pokémon's eyes narrowed in a smile as I spoke to it. It galloped across the space between us, only to collapse in an exhausted pile at my feet.
I looked down at Eevee, she was staring at the Pokémon infringing upon her space on my lap. She barked at it, Mareep didn't move. "It's awfully friendly for a wild Pokémon," I whispered and with a quiet yap, Eevee agreed. I shrugged as I looked back at the electric Pokémon. "I guess this means I have another Pokémon."
The brush ahead of me rustled again, Eevee and I both froze as we stared at the grass. It sounded as though something were running away from me. I furrowed my brow and waited a few moments, before slowly relaxing. It was going to be a long night.
"Okay," I said, watching the Mareep as she happily ran around me in a circle, shouting her name. Eevee was glaring over my shoulder at the giddy, sheep-like Pokémon. "I need you to stay still so I can get you in a pokéball, please?"
"Mare-EEP!" The Pokémon stopped in front of me, sitting down on the ground. She stared up at me with a huge smile on her face.
"Good," I smiled back at her. "Now, don't give me any issues."
I tossed the pokéball towards the Mareep. The ball hit her on her forehead and opened up, a red beam formed around the Pokémon and sucked her into the ball. The ball fell to the ground and dinged almost instantly. The Mareep was successfully, and easily caught.
"I guess that's one way to catch Pokémon," I said over my shoulder to Eevee. She was glaring at the now occupied pokéball as I stooped to pick it up and snap it onto my belt. "Don't worry," I laughed, rubbing her head. "You're still my favorite."
"Vee!" Eevee smiled now, pressing the top of her head against my cheek.
"Now," I said as I pulled my backpack onto my back. "Let's see if we can get to Violet City today, okay?"
"Eevee!" My Pokémon agreed, nodding her head in excitement.
I sighed. "I think we have an excruciatingly long walk ahead of us."
Author's Notes: Chapter Nine: It's Reading Day. (aka: A day where all college students should study for their exams, but most actually party). I have an outline to write for a paper I have to write for my History Exam on Saturday. ew… But yea, so I'm procrastinating by posting this chapter. It's not a very good procrastination method because it takes all of ten minutes, if even that long.
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