THE PROGETY TRAINER
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon in anyway, except for copies of their games. If I did though this story would be a manga.
Claimer: I own my OCs, the plot, the satisfaction of finishing this story, and this strip of bacon I found in the fridge. Mmmm…bacon.
(Time Period: 11 years after Red became Champion)
Once Red became Pokémon League Champion of Kanto, the region started to change. The population had nearly doubled from 19,834 trainers to 36,187 because a twelve year old kid became the 49th Pokémon League Champion of Kanto in the Indigo Plateau. Not to much later the 53rd trainer to enter the Hall of Fame after defeating his rival. Not too mention that Pokémon from other regions have emigrated to Kanto from all four of the other regions. To this day there is over 340 species of Pokémon that can be found in Kanto. Many children from all over the region hope that one day they become a Pokémon Trainer and become the Champion just had Red has in his young life. Though recently Red seems to disappear, so the titles he held were up for grab.
A young teen named James decided that he was going to be the one to claim the 50th or 54th title which Red once held, but he has a few little problems. He has to become a Pokémon Trainer [he can't aim a Poke Ball] get 8 gym badges, probably catch a flashy Legendary Pokémon or two, and did I mention he has only 5 or 10 months (depends on which one he goes after) to do all of this? Not too hard, right? RIGHT!
Chapter 1: Spaghetti and Blackmail
There was a scraping sound coming from a knife held by an executioner of one. As she turned around to her gravity bound victim, dreading her job, she lifted her knife, above said victim. With one clean blow she decapitated said victim. Turning around she asked her Egyptian God like Pokémon to help her move the corpse into its finally resting place, the pot where many corpse like this has entered before, and vegetables. Hey, had you had all Milktank stew before? Not that tasty. While she was finishing scolding Lucario for trying to add Poké Blocks to the mix, again, her only son decided to make an entrance into the kitchen.
"The Bidoof are coming! The Bidoof are coming! Run for your life!" James said as he ran into establishment waving his arms as if someone was attacking. Soon after he blindly charged into a stray wall, his head was discovered in the kitchen while everything else was still in the living room. "Hi mom, I wants lots of spaghetti." James said as if nothing happened.
"I'm sorry dear, but we are having stew for dinner."
"Yay, I like stew, except on Mondays, because that's spaghetti night." James's mother looked at him despairingly.
"It is Monday youngster."
"Oh… well, um… I need spaghetti!" James said as he ran off to find his Italian food… after about five minutes of struggling out of the wall.
As James slammed the door his mother sighed then suddenly said, "Stop what you are doing right now Lucario, I said it once and I will say it again, no Poké Blocks in the stew."
…Many Minutes Later After James Had His Spaghetti…
As James entered back into his house he found his father watching reruns of the Pokémon League. After a "short" conversation with his father about how to be a Pokémon Trainer, James went to check on his mom. As a mom, she was a human calendar.
"Mom is anything interesting happening today. Life changing? How about mildly realistic?" James said as he was watching TV with his dad.
"Well. Nothing like that. But Professor Oak is visiting. You know, the famed Pokémon professor that starts trainers at age 10. Man that guy must be rich, or he could not afford to give all that away. If you want to meat him, go to the new Pokémon Lab. Oh, and watch out for Muks and Grimers. They're everywhere. For some reason they decided to leave the ocean and hide in the dark alleys in town." She responded back with.
"Okay thanks for the tip." James said as he exited out the door. As James left his home he crossed paths with many citizens and tourists. The city was quickly rebuilt many months after the volcanic eruption, and it once again became a huge tourist attraction for Pokémon Trainers and people who have nothing better to do with their money and time. Even in his old age the Gym Leader is still Blaine.
After a short walk James found himself in front of the Pokémon Lab where he would meet Prof. Oak. As he entered the Pokémon Lab he sighed at the pitiful sight. While the island's buildings were all finished, some of them were not yet ready to use. There were a lot of boxes around the place, big machine things, and Machokes carrying the previously said items around the place. After studying the place for a bit James asked a man in a lab coat for directions to Professor Oak.
James knocked on the door that he was guided to and found a room that was already completed. The room had many complex machines in every direction; the only thing he recognized was another human… a very old human. The man was on a computer typing at a crazy speed.
"Excuse me sir, do you know where I can find someone named Professor Oak?" James asked the elderly man. The man stopped what he was doing and turned around to see his visitor.
"Hello young man and why yes I can help you find him, now that I think about it he is within this very room." He said to James's question. "Now that I think about, he is actual watching you right now as we speak." James started looking left, right, up, down, and behind him and any other direction you can think of. After a good six minutes James gave up on looking and decided to ask for assistance from the smirking old man that was in front of him.
"I give up, where is he?" James said with a look of defeat.
"Hm, I thought you figure it out on your own, oh well. I am Professor Oak, the man that you seek, now what is your question?" As soon as he said that James gave him a "are you serious" look.
"Quite simple actually, I think that I delayed on it enough. I all I want, to tell you the truth, is to become a Pokémon Trainer. I mean it seems like everyone on this planet becomes a trainer at one point in their life for some reason." James said with a "as a matter of a fact" tone.
"Aren't you a little too young to travel around the world without any adult supervision?"
"Wait, you are asking ME that? Not the ten year olds you sent out on their own with a high chance of dyeing from starvation. Or end up living on the streets because they get any money what so ever because they have such weak Pokémon and are too dumb to find their way back home? Not to mention that half of them probably get lost in the middle of nowhere and go crazy. I am pretty sure someone who is in their mid teens should be better off than the rest of those kids who leave as soon as they can. Infact I bet that you could be sued from parents for letting their child go out in the world with little understanding of survival. So I have to say no to your question." James said as he finished his small lecture.
Oak had a look of fear, "Um, well, if you put it that way it does make sense why most of them don't ever call me after they left on their journey. *nervous laugh* Fine if you keep quite I will make you a trainer."
James started to smile mischievously, "I don't know, what you are doing could ruin all of your hard work if the government found out. Remember what they did to Juniper? She was dead for over a week!"
Now the professor started sweating bullets, "Okay, okay. I will get you 20 Poké Balls and this brand new invention which I call the Poké Talk." Professor Oak handed James 20 small red and white balls in one hand. In the other was the item he called "Poké Talk" which looked like an enlarged Poké Ball cut in half. Though when James hit the button the Poké Talk grew longer and numbers 0-9, #, and a * were discovered by James. Plus a little screen was also there as well. "It works just like a cell phone, except that you don't get games on it and you never have to pay for texting or calling anyone. The way to charge it is by solar and lunar power. And as an added bonus I will throw in $300 to help you get off the island." Then he handed James $300, which he took willing.
James started to grin, "You know what, I starting to think that you weren't that nutty professor I was thinking of, though I still have some doubt, maybe-"
"Did I forget too mention that next Saturday I am having some rare Pokémon sent over here to give to new trainers?" James smiled after a moment.
"Okay now I know for sure you weren't that nutty professor, see ya Saturday." James said as he was walking out the door. As soon as he left Prof. Oak gave a sigh of relief as another threat to his career was gone.
"Kids these days." He said with a shake of a head.
1724
Now the sun was setting James was walking back home with his goodies. As James was about to enter the door he heard yelling form the inside of his house follow by a small rumbling noise. James sighed as he entered the door finding his parents in their daily argument, and today's topic was whether James should be aloud to become a Pokémon Trainer or not. Though his mom was at a disadvantage, since it was 3-on-1. Her Lucario, her husband and his Blazikan against herself. James knew that this was going to last a while so he decided to head up towards his room.
When James entered his room he took a look around. The walls were painted white and had a few posters of Pokémon. The largest one had a Pokémon called 'Mewtwo'; he knew that to be the greatest Legendary Pokémon of all time and space. Underneath the poster was a simple white sheeted bed. The only other things in the room were a TV, a table which had his PC on it, and a closet for clothes and other junk. After James got rid of his shirt, pants, shoes and socks he was in his favorite pajamas, his underwear.
As he was climbing into his bed he started to fall asleep. Then he heard a knock at the door and his father came in with his hands behind is back. James looked at his father and right as he was about to not so politely turns him away, his father spoke.
"After some persuasion your mother has agreed on letting you go on your Pokémon journey if you choose to as long as you bring this." He dropped a Poké Ball on him. "Here. You'll need this. It's a Riolu." He said, gesturing to the ball on James's stomach. James thought back to the thing Lucario had been harboring, and how Lucario was against its own trainer in the 3 on 1 that was going on down stairs. He could believe that Lucario wanted her first child to be a battler. She was great at it, between housework and being scolded. "Please take care of it, or were both doomed." His father finished with a shiver. He exited, and James just held his new and first Pokémon in his hand, smiling.
He fell asleep long after, letting the excitement fill his dreams. He met so many Pokémon, trumped so many trainers, kicked many Bidoof around every corner, and even assembles his long desired team. He could almost feel the crowd yelling for him, as his Lucario stood at his side. He felt alive in the stadium of the Indigo Plateau…
1724
AN: Pretty neat little story if I asked myself. If anyone has any suggestions that would be pretty nice of yah. Now here comes the character corner in which we get to learn more about the OCs.
Name: James Mancini
Age: 15-years-old
Gender: Female – Fem + M = James
Appearance: 5' 10". Blue eyes with a dash of green in them. A strong jaw bone. Dark brown thick hair. Sturdy body, but not overly powerful. If not mentioned, the clothing shall be a simplely a pair of leather shoes, a pair of blue plants, a simple green T-shirt, and a cool hat.
Top 5 favorite things: #1 Pokémon, #2 Bacon (the food item), #3 Green (the color), #4 Fires, #5 Slingshots.
Interesting Fact: Though there is no one his age on the island, so he doesn't have any friends.
Random Fact of the Chapter: 'In high school, playing basketball offered Obama some companionship; though he often felt he didn't completely belong with his peers. To try to fit in, he also tried drinking, smoking pot, and experimenting with cocaine.' This is my guess of what most government officials' histories are like…
Written by Link5604. Co-written by non ya bizness
