The day was perfect, and the sun beamed down upon our traveler who
was now on Route . The new trainer looked across the grassy land around
him, the breeze causing the grass to wave. He took a deep breath, he felt
like a free man and opportunity lay before him. He was already half way to
Cherrygrove.
***
Unbeknownst to the teen, a girl about the age of 15 was observing him rather carefully. She had blonde hair and a well-rounded figure, she was wearing a black T-shirt with an R sewn onto the right chest. She wore black shorts to match he shirt. She peered with dark eyes through the bushes that provided her with cover.
She looked over to her watch, the delivery was right as scheduled.
"Executive Hardly come in," She said to her watch in a whisper.
A deep, scratch voice responded. "Hardly here rocket, has the package arrived?"
"Yes sir, it is on its way."
"Good, your mission is to capture that egg. Jessie and James attempted to take it before it got to Mr. Pokemon's house, but failed. I'm confident you won't make the same mistake."
"You can count on me sir!"
"I'd better. That egg can bring great wealth for it contains a rare Pokemon I am told. You know the consequences of failure. Good luck rocket. Hardly out."
She knew the consequence of failure all right, docked pay. Jessie and James must have had months worth of it left. The only reason they let them remain on Team Rocket is because they were free labor. The girl tried to formulate a plan, Jessie and James attacked head on, but she would probably be more successful with a covert approach.
***
There it was! The town of Cherrygrove appeared right before Kevin's eyes. It wasn't a large city, but it was bigger than his hometown. He began to run, curious to see what this new place looked like. But, once again, he was so into his thoughts, he wasn't watching where he was heading. The next thing he knew a girl flew out in front of him and they collided, both falling backward. The teen, startled, stood up and brushed himself off. The girl yelled with spite, "Watch where you're going."
Kevin had always been shy around girls and blushed, letting out an apology.
She picked herself up and said, "No problem, it was probably my fault too."
Kevin looked at her as she brushed herself off, getting all the dust off her white T-shirt and blue jean shorts. Little to his knowledge she had changed from her uniform before their encounter. She looked at him and suddenly drew a conclusion.
"Hey, you're a trainer aren't you?" She questioned.
"Ya. how'd you guess?"
"Your pack, silly. I'm a trainer too, I know let's battle!"
Man she gets right to the point doesn't she? Kevin thought grabbing his only Pokeball. "I only have one Pokemon, can we fight one on one?"
"Ya sure," she said, "New to this are you?"
What is she, a psychic? "Nailed it again."
"I am too, I'll use my Ekans." She threw out her Pokeball and a purple snake Pokemon came out, ready for action.
"Go Cyndaquill!" Kevin threw out his Pokemon.
"Ekans use Poison Sting!"
The snake slithered swiftly toward its opponent and used a tiny barb on its tail to inject poison into its victim. The Pokemon acted as it the attacker laid a good blow, as if it were super effective. How could he have been hurt so badly? He wasn't even hit critically. Cyndaquill recovered his thoughts enough to take the next command and went to slash at his opponent. The Ekans easily dodged and wrapped its tail around the creature's leg. The fire Pokemon struggled to get out of the grip, but the harder he tried the weaker he became. The snake then shifted its weight and smashed the creature into a tree, leaving scorches within the bark. Seeing his only Pokemon being beaten, and poisoned on top of that, caused the boy to forfeit the battle.
"Forfeit? Well that's no fun." the girl said sadly, retreated her Ekans to its Pokeball.
"You're pretty tough," the boy admitted, "Are you sure you're a beginner?" He also collected his weakened Pokemon.
"Of course I am silly," she giggled. "I probably just got lucky."
"That poison attack was quite potent, you have a strong Pokemon there."
She blushed. "Thank you. I've always liked the poison type."
The two trainers were lost in conversation, talking about their dreams of the future. The girl not giving any hint of what her true intentions were. They seemed to spend hours chatting and even the girl truly got lost in the conversation. Suddenly a stray drop of water smacked Kevin's forehead. The two looked up to see deep, opaque clouds fill the once bright sky as if they had just materialized into place. The tiny sprinkles soon became massive drops, which poured onto the land below, giving the surroundings a heavier tone.
"We should probably continue this conversation elsewhere." Kevin stated, surfacing the obvious.
The girl followed as the teen began to run for the Pokecenter in Cherrygrove. The ground was wet and they were having slight trouble keeping their footing, when the girl felt her weight fall forward. She yelled. Her escort was quick to keep her from hitting the ground and landing in a mud puddle, he blushed. She quickly regained her balance with his help and they went inside.
"Thanks." She said, soaked.
".Yep." Was all the kid could think to say at the moment.
"I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Stephanie." She replied. "My name is Kevin." He stated.
The two trainers looked around; the light pink painted walls marked the reception room. A counter with a machine behind it, used for Pokemon treatment. A staircase to the left went up to rooms in which trainers stayed the night. To the right of the counter, a door went to the human clinic, though this was mostly used for condolence or if a Pokemon attacked a human. A lady with a nurse hat and hair as pink as the room around her stepped out with a patient whom had a bandage on his leg and a slight limp.
"Come see me in a week and we'll see how it's doing." The nurse called.
"Thank you." The trainer stated, seeming a little embarrassed.
As the patient went outside, lightly surprised by the downpour that was occurring, the nurse was able to see she had new arrivals.
"Hello how are you?" The nurse greeted. "Sorry I was busy, but the kid was attacked by his partner and his leg was injured."
Kevin fished out his Pokeball and explained his situation to the nurse. She nodded and placed the Pokeball on the machine.
"This may take awhile, the machine has to warm up." The nurse stated.
"We would also like a room to stay in until the downpour clears."
"Well we only have one room left, they've been in high demand since the rainstorm. You two don't mind sharing do you?"
Kevin blushed at the thought, but Stephanie answered yes almost immediately. The nurse handed them the keys, the machine still hard at work behind her.
"By the way," the nurse chided, "I'm Joy, and we will call you when your Pokemon is all patched up.
They thanked her and headed up the stairs. The long hallway had a bunch of closed oak doors; they walked a long way until they reached their room. They opened the door to find a single room, with a bed, nightstand with a lamp, TV, dresser, and a painting above the bed headboard. It was a quaint little room that had one bathroom in the eastern most wall. Kevin immediately sat on the foot of the bed, relaxing after a long walk while the girl stood around looking.
"So what are you doing in this town? The trainers going for the league should already be in Azalea by now." Stephanie questioned.
"Well, to tell the truth, I'm not really taking part in that."
"You're not!" She said trying to act surprised.
"No, I'm really heading to see a man just north of here." He grabbed a sheet of paper out of his pack and read here the whole thing. Where Mr. Pokemon lived, and the Pokemon egg he was to receive.
"Wow! That sure is exciting!" She said, again, trying to act astonished.
The male trainer placed the paper on the nightstand, "I know. But what about you? Why are you here anyway?"
She was a little taken aback by the question, but had prepared a lie just in case. "Well, I don't think I'm strong enough to run with the top dogs yet, so I planned on staying here until the next year's event."
Just then, Kevin thought of his mother, maybe she would miss him if he stayed out for a year; he was so busy with his dreams he never really thought of that.
"Were your parents sad when you left?" Kevin asked, suddenly astonished he had asked that aloud.
She looked down at the floor, almost sobbing. "Well. My parents disowned me when I started in the world of Pokemon. They never really liked my goals; they never really liked Pokemon. So I had to pursue my dreams alone."
The rain seemed to strike harder across the window pains. Maybe this was wrong, leaving his mother like that. What if she disowned him? All these questions struck his heart in which he never considered before. If it came down to it what would he choose? His family or Pokemon? He loved both and this would be a difficult question.
"I'm sorry." Was the only tangible thing that Kevin could think to say.
The phone rang, and the boy was snapped from his thought and answered it. It was the desk and his Pokemon was ready to be picked up. He excused himself and left the room. As soon as there was only one body left in the room, she smiled, this was too easy. However, although she had mostly acted, she really did like this boy. He was kind, but that is exactly what Team Rocket fought against, kindness. She placed her pack on the floor and picked up the paper her company had left on the nightstand. Now all she had to do was go there and get it. She thought she had better sneak out, she didn't want the boy to realize what she truly was, because then, maybe, they could meet again. She wrote a note that explained that she was going to head out on an errand and probably wouldn't be back. With that done she left in such a rush that she had left her pack behind. Outside, sitting in the window a purple rat Pokemon was watching the whole thing.
Kevin was now at the front desk and waiting for his Pokemon, not seeing the one he was with sneak out the door. The nurse had opened the medical machine and retrieved the trainer's ball.
"This was a strange case indeed," the nurse confessed. "I've never seen a fire Pokemon react this negatively to poison."
"There are some questions that I guess can never be answered." Kevin stated.
"That's true." The nurse said giving the boy his Pokemon.
The trainer opened his wallet ready to pay any fee and the nurse shook her head.
"The services here are free."
"Are you sure? You don't want any money?"
The nurse nodded and the boy shrugged, how could they stay in business without gaining payment from trainers. Again, another question that couldn't be answered.
With his Pokemon the teen returned to his room and was surprised to find that no one was there anymore. He then stumbled across the note that was left behind and plopped on his bed, it was too lonely now. The rain continued to smack the windowpane with all of its fury, looks as if he'd be here for awhile.
Yet, he didn't have to be alone, he could always bring out his Pokemon for company. The trainer threw his only Pokeball into the center of the room and the Cyndaquill came forward, noticing there was no battle occurring. The Pokemon sat in the middle of the rug, careful not to catch it aflame.
They seemed to sit there for a great while, none saying a word to the other, when Kevin decided to begin to conversate. "How's it going?" He said as if meeting his partner for the first time. [Bad] The fire type responded, though the Pokemon had no idea for what was in store next.
"Why bad?" The trainer asked. Shocked would be an understatement on how Cyndaquill reacted. How was the trainer able to comprehend what he had said? Noticing the startled look on his partner's face slightly chuckled. "Don't worry, it's just an ability of mine, it's a long story so we'll leave it at that."
Still startled the Pokemon answered the boy's question. [Well, I lost your first battle. I feel as if I failed you.]
"Hah, I'm not worried about winning, let me tell you that right now." The trainer said. "But I am curious on why you reacted to poison that way, you being a fire type and all."
Without warning, an unusual rage came over the Pokemon. [I'm NOT a fire-type! I hate fire! I'm a grass type, and always will be.]
Whoa. Now the teen was confused, why had his partner reacted in such a matter to being called a fire type? Though him being a plant type would explain his reaction to poison, it doesn't explain why every Pokedex in the world would disagree with the Pokemon. Well, asking wouldn't hurt.
"Why are you a plant type?"
[Because I hate fire! Fire is what destroys.] The Cyndaquill began tearing up and began to explain.
[When I was but three years old my mother, father, and two siblings were enjoying a nice day out on the meadow. There hadn't been rain for a few days, and the air was dry, but we were having such a good time that we ignored the warning signs. My two brothers and me were at this tree, and there were plump apples at the very top that looked very tempting. My big brother told me to go up and get some, but I was quick to disagree, the very top of this tree had to at least be twenty feet up. My little bro happy that he wasn't asked began to mock me as a chicken. My older sibling began to do this as well, so I had to go along with it, my pride was at stake. I began to climb, a little nervous at first but I began to become more confident, and before I knew it I was three quarters the way up. Then my younger yelled, 'don't look down!' and of course, curiosity caused me to look below. Suddenly I froze, my siblings looked so small and I could see my parents coming over the horizon. I got scared, what if my parents caught me up there? I began to hurry and get the climb over with, but a piece of bark peeled beneath my paw and I began to fall. The world blurred as I gained velocity, I was scared, and when I was frightened, my fire quills came out. I hit the ground and landed on my back, which caused the flaming quills to smother the ground in intense heat. I stood up, only dazed from my fall; my brother and sister came running to me to see if I was fine.
[ Then we smelt something, and turned around, a tiny flame sparked on the ground where I had landed and a dark cloud began to rise from it. As the tiny flame began to grow, we started to realize the danger we were in. We began to blow on the growing fire, but that was a mistake, the wind only caused the flame to grow more intensely. The tree began to catch aflame and black smoke began to cloud up the sun and the only thing that lit up the area was an orangish glow. We were scared, this flame would consume us all. My parents arrived and yelled at us over the advancing blaze to run to the stream. We ran as fast as we could, but the blaze was catching across the fields fast. I ran, to get away from the raging inferno behind me, but I was so busy thinking of my own survival I left my family behind as we went through a dense forest. I made it to the stream and ran across a log, breathing heavily, relaxed that I made it, but when I realized no one was with me. I turned around and to my horror, the whole forest was ablaze and the log I crossed was split in two and sagging in the river. I cryed out for them but the only response was the crackling of the fire. Ironically as the fire closed on me, it started to rain and the fire began to slowly die out, but the stream also began to flood up. I got washed away, and I closed my eyes allowing the raging river to take me wherever it wanted me. The cool water caused me to pass out. I was caught while in my sleep and brought back to a lab, and I vowed to try and change my type. I hated fire, my family died because of it, and probably many living things died in that forest because of it, and as long as I were a fire type I would hate myself.]
As the pokemon finished its story, its trainer just sat there. It was a pretty sad story, and it kind of did hit home. "Now that I think of it," Kevin said to no one in particular. "My home was destroied by fire as well."
His partner looked at him, that was kind of ironic, he and the boy had more in common than he had previously thought.
Just then there was a crashing sound outside their door, and what sounded like yelling. Out of blatent curiousity the boy opened the door a peek to see what was happening when a Rattata burst into the room at godspeed. The purple blur went right for the boy's pack and then made a run back to the exit, dragging Kevin's stuff. But the weight of the pack slowed the creature down enough so the trainer shut the door.
"And where do you think you're going?" The boy questioned the theif.
[I'm was trin' to help you.] The Rattata shook its head in failure.
"How? By stealing my stuff?"
The Pokemon's jaw dropped, letting the strap fall to the ground. He didn't know how this person could understand him, but it was not the time to question why, he had something important to tell him.
[No. I was goin' to have you chase me! That girl you were with is after something very important to me, n' important to you too!]
"Now why would she do that?"
The mouse went into the girls pack, which Kevin oddly never noticed. Then when he emerged he had something in his mouth that the boy had only seen in books. It was the black uniform which was thought to have vanished years ago, yet it lay by his feet. The red R scathed his eyes and all became clear. That 'friend' of his was only using him, and he now knew exactly what she was after.
"She's after the egg. isn't she." He asked already knowing the answer. Nodding the Rattata confirmed the obvious. [That egg has my child, I'm the father. I've been trackin' that egg ever since those day care folk transferred it to the lab. I need to protect that egg, my mate's countin' on it.]
A rage built up in the boy. She used him, and he fell for it. This was more than just about the egg to him, this was personal. "Well we can't let her down." was all the trainer said as a response. He returned his partner to his ball, grabbed his backback, and snatched the girl's pack. "Let's go." The rattata climbed onto his shoulder and the group went out the room.
The rain was still pouring outside as they went through the Pokecenter doors. The trainer went north, away from the abandoned town and toward Mr. Pokemon's house. He had to hurry before she got the egg, Elm was counting on him. Kevin marched through the mud puddles, ignoring the relentless drops in his fury. No one would make a fool of him, especially on his first day as a trainer.
***
Unbeknownst to the teen, a girl about the age of 15 was observing him rather carefully. She had blonde hair and a well-rounded figure, she was wearing a black T-shirt with an R sewn onto the right chest. She wore black shorts to match he shirt. She peered with dark eyes through the bushes that provided her with cover.
She looked over to her watch, the delivery was right as scheduled.
"Executive Hardly come in," She said to her watch in a whisper.
A deep, scratch voice responded. "Hardly here rocket, has the package arrived?"
"Yes sir, it is on its way."
"Good, your mission is to capture that egg. Jessie and James attempted to take it before it got to Mr. Pokemon's house, but failed. I'm confident you won't make the same mistake."
"You can count on me sir!"
"I'd better. That egg can bring great wealth for it contains a rare Pokemon I am told. You know the consequences of failure. Good luck rocket. Hardly out."
She knew the consequence of failure all right, docked pay. Jessie and James must have had months worth of it left. The only reason they let them remain on Team Rocket is because they were free labor. The girl tried to formulate a plan, Jessie and James attacked head on, but she would probably be more successful with a covert approach.
***
There it was! The town of Cherrygrove appeared right before Kevin's eyes. It wasn't a large city, but it was bigger than his hometown. He began to run, curious to see what this new place looked like. But, once again, he was so into his thoughts, he wasn't watching where he was heading. The next thing he knew a girl flew out in front of him and they collided, both falling backward. The teen, startled, stood up and brushed himself off. The girl yelled with spite, "Watch where you're going."
Kevin had always been shy around girls and blushed, letting out an apology.
She picked herself up and said, "No problem, it was probably my fault too."
Kevin looked at her as she brushed herself off, getting all the dust off her white T-shirt and blue jean shorts. Little to his knowledge she had changed from her uniform before their encounter. She looked at him and suddenly drew a conclusion.
"Hey, you're a trainer aren't you?" She questioned.
"Ya. how'd you guess?"
"Your pack, silly. I'm a trainer too, I know let's battle!"
Man she gets right to the point doesn't she? Kevin thought grabbing his only Pokeball. "I only have one Pokemon, can we fight one on one?"
"Ya sure," she said, "New to this are you?"
What is she, a psychic? "Nailed it again."
"I am too, I'll use my Ekans." She threw out her Pokeball and a purple snake Pokemon came out, ready for action.
"Go Cyndaquill!" Kevin threw out his Pokemon.
"Ekans use Poison Sting!"
The snake slithered swiftly toward its opponent and used a tiny barb on its tail to inject poison into its victim. The Pokemon acted as it the attacker laid a good blow, as if it were super effective. How could he have been hurt so badly? He wasn't even hit critically. Cyndaquill recovered his thoughts enough to take the next command and went to slash at his opponent. The Ekans easily dodged and wrapped its tail around the creature's leg. The fire Pokemon struggled to get out of the grip, but the harder he tried the weaker he became. The snake then shifted its weight and smashed the creature into a tree, leaving scorches within the bark. Seeing his only Pokemon being beaten, and poisoned on top of that, caused the boy to forfeit the battle.
"Forfeit? Well that's no fun." the girl said sadly, retreated her Ekans to its Pokeball.
"You're pretty tough," the boy admitted, "Are you sure you're a beginner?" He also collected his weakened Pokemon.
"Of course I am silly," she giggled. "I probably just got lucky."
"That poison attack was quite potent, you have a strong Pokemon there."
She blushed. "Thank you. I've always liked the poison type."
The two trainers were lost in conversation, talking about their dreams of the future. The girl not giving any hint of what her true intentions were. They seemed to spend hours chatting and even the girl truly got lost in the conversation. Suddenly a stray drop of water smacked Kevin's forehead. The two looked up to see deep, opaque clouds fill the once bright sky as if they had just materialized into place. The tiny sprinkles soon became massive drops, which poured onto the land below, giving the surroundings a heavier tone.
"We should probably continue this conversation elsewhere." Kevin stated, surfacing the obvious.
The girl followed as the teen began to run for the Pokecenter in Cherrygrove. The ground was wet and they were having slight trouble keeping their footing, when the girl felt her weight fall forward. She yelled. Her escort was quick to keep her from hitting the ground and landing in a mud puddle, he blushed. She quickly regained her balance with his help and they went inside.
"Thanks." She said, soaked.
".Yep." Was all the kid could think to say at the moment.
"I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Stephanie." She replied. "My name is Kevin." He stated.
The two trainers looked around; the light pink painted walls marked the reception room. A counter with a machine behind it, used for Pokemon treatment. A staircase to the left went up to rooms in which trainers stayed the night. To the right of the counter, a door went to the human clinic, though this was mostly used for condolence or if a Pokemon attacked a human. A lady with a nurse hat and hair as pink as the room around her stepped out with a patient whom had a bandage on his leg and a slight limp.
"Come see me in a week and we'll see how it's doing." The nurse called.
"Thank you." The trainer stated, seeming a little embarrassed.
As the patient went outside, lightly surprised by the downpour that was occurring, the nurse was able to see she had new arrivals.
"Hello how are you?" The nurse greeted. "Sorry I was busy, but the kid was attacked by his partner and his leg was injured."
Kevin fished out his Pokeball and explained his situation to the nurse. She nodded and placed the Pokeball on the machine.
"This may take awhile, the machine has to warm up." The nurse stated.
"We would also like a room to stay in until the downpour clears."
"Well we only have one room left, they've been in high demand since the rainstorm. You two don't mind sharing do you?"
Kevin blushed at the thought, but Stephanie answered yes almost immediately. The nurse handed them the keys, the machine still hard at work behind her.
"By the way," the nurse chided, "I'm Joy, and we will call you when your Pokemon is all patched up.
They thanked her and headed up the stairs. The long hallway had a bunch of closed oak doors; they walked a long way until they reached their room. They opened the door to find a single room, with a bed, nightstand with a lamp, TV, dresser, and a painting above the bed headboard. It was a quaint little room that had one bathroom in the eastern most wall. Kevin immediately sat on the foot of the bed, relaxing after a long walk while the girl stood around looking.
"So what are you doing in this town? The trainers going for the league should already be in Azalea by now." Stephanie questioned.
"Well, to tell the truth, I'm not really taking part in that."
"You're not!" She said trying to act surprised.
"No, I'm really heading to see a man just north of here." He grabbed a sheet of paper out of his pack and read here the whole thing. Where Mr. Pokemon lived, and the Pokemon egg he was to receive.
"Wow! That sure is exciting!" She said, again, trying to act astonished.
The male trainer placed the paper on the nightstand, "I know. But what about you? Why are you here anyway?"
She was a little taken aback by the question, but had prepared a lie just in case. "Well, I don't think I'm strong enough to run with the top dogs yet, so I planned on staying here until the next year's event."
Just then, Kevin thought of his mother, maybe she would miss him if he stayed out for a year; he was so busy with his dreams he never really thought of that.
"Were your parents sad when you left?" Kevin asked, suddenly astonished he had asked that aloud.
She looked down at the floor, almost sobbing. "Well. My parents disowned me when I started in the world of Pokemon. They never really liked my goals; they never really liked Pokemon. So I had to pursue my dreams alone."
The rain seemed to strike harder across the window pains. Maybe this was wrong, leaving his mother like that. What if she disowned him? All these questions struck his heart in which he never considered before. If it came down to it what would he choose? His family or Pokemon? He loved both and this would be a difficult question.
"I'm sorry." Was the only tangible thing that Kevin could think to say.
The phone rang, and the boy was snapped from his thought and answered it. It was the desk and his Pokemon was ready to be picked up. He excused himself and left the room. As soon as there was only one body left in the room, she smiled, this was too easy. However, although she had mostly acted, she really did like this boy. He was kind, but that is exactly what Team Rocket fought against, kindness. She placed her pack on the floor and picked up the paper her company had left on the nightstand. Now all she had to do was go there and get it. She thought she had better sneak out, she didn't want the boy to realize what she truly was, because then, maybe, they could meet again. She wrote a note that explained that she was going to head out on an errand and probably wouldn't be back. With that done she left in such a rush that she had left her pack behind. Outside, sitting in the window a purple rat Pokemon was watching the whole thing.
Kevin was now at the front desk and waiting for his Pokemon, not seeing the one he was with sneak out the door. The nurse had opened the medical machine and retrieved the trainer's ball.
"This was a strange case indeed," the nurse confessed. "I've never seen a fire Pokemon react this negatively to poison."
"There are some questions that I guess can never be answered." Kevin stated.
"That's true." The nurse said giving the boy his Pokemon.
The trainer opened his wallet ready to pay any fee and the nurse shook her head.
"The services here are free."
"Are you sure? You don't want any money?"
The nurse nodded and the boy shrugged, how could they stay in business without gaining payment from trainers. Again, another question that couldn't be answered.
With his Pokemon the teen returned to his room and was surprised to find that no one was there anymore. He then stumbled across the note that was left behind and plopped on his bed, it was too lonely now. The rain continued to smack the windowpane with all of its fury, looks as if he'd be here for awhile.
Yet, he didn't have to be alone, he could always bring out his Pokemon for company. The trainer threw his only Pokeball into the center of the room and the Cyndaquill came forward, noticing there was no battle occurring. The Pokemon sat in the middle of the rug, careful not to catch it aflame.
They seemed to sit there for a great while, none saying a word to the other, when Kevin decided to begin to conversate. "How's it going?" He said as if meeting his partner for the first time. [Bad] The fire type responded, though the Pokemon had no idea for what was in store next.
"Why bad?" The trainer asked. Shocked would be an understatement on how Cyndaquill reacted. How was the trainer able to comprehend what he had said? Noticing the startled look on his partner's face slightly chuckled. "Don't worry, it's just an ability of mine, it's a long story so we'll leave it at that."
Still startled the Pokemon answered the boy's question. [Well, I lost your first battle. I feel as if I failed you.]
"Hah, I'm not worried about winning, let me tell you that right now." The trainer said. "But I am curious on why you reacted to poison that way, you being a fire type and all."
Without warning, an unusual rage came over the Pokemon. [I'm NOT a fire-type! I hate fire! I'm a grass type, and always will be.]
Whoa. Now the teen was confused, why had his partner reacted in such a matter to being called a fire type? Though him being a plant type would explain his reaction to poison, it doesn't explain why every Pokedex in the world would disagree with the Pokemon. Well, asking wouldn't hurt.
"Why are you a plant type?"
[Because I hate fire! Fire is what destroys.] The Cyndaquill began tearing up and began to explain.
[When I was but three years old my mother, father, and two siblings were enjoying a nice day out on the meadow. There hadn't been rain for a few days, and the air was dry, but we were having such a good time that we ignored the warning signs. My two brothers and me were at this tree, and there were plump apples at the very top that looked very tempting. My big brother told me to go up and get some, but I was quick to disagree, the very top of this tree had to at least be twenty feet up. My little bro happy that he wasn't asked began to mock me as a chicken. My older sibling began to do this as well, so I had to go along with it, my pride was at stake. I began to climb, a little nervous at first but I began to become more confident, and before I knew it I was three quarters the way up. Then my younger yelled, 'don't look down!' and of course, curiosity caused me to look below. Suddenly I froze, my siblings looked so small and I could see my parents coming over the horizon. I got scared, what if my parents caught me up there? I began to hurry and get the climb over with, but a piece of bark peeled beneath my paw and I began to fall. The world blurred as I gained velocity, I was scared, and when I was frightened, my fire quills came out. I hit the ground and landed on my back, which caused the flaming quills to smother the ground in intense heat. I stood up, only dazed from my fall; my brother and sister came running to me to see if I was fine.
[ Then we smelt something, and turned around, a tiny flame sparked on the ground where I had landed and a dark cloud began to rise from it. As the tiny flame began to grow, we started to realize the danger we were in. We began to blow on the growing fire, but that was a mistake, the wind only caused the flame to grow more intensely. The tree began to catch aflame and black smoke began to cloud up the sun and the only thing that lit up the area was an orangish glow. We were scared, this flame would consume us all. My parents arrived and yelled at us over the advancing blaze to run to the stream. We ran as fast as we could, but the blaze was catching across the fields fast. I ran, to get away from the raging inferno behind me, but I was so busy thinking of my own survival I left my family behind as we went through a dense forest. I made it to the stream and ran across a log, breathing heavily, relaxed that I made it, but when I realized no one was with me. I turned around and to my horror, the whole forest was ablaze and the log I crossed was split in two and sagging in the river. I cryed out for them but the only response was the crackling of the fire. Ironically as the fire closed on me, it started to rain and the fire began to slowly die out, but the stream also began to flood up. I got washed away, and I closed my eyes allowing the raging river to take me wherever it wanted me. The cool water caused me to pass out. I was caught while in my sleep and brought back to a lab, and I vowed to try and change my type. I hated fire, my family died because of it, and probably many living things died in that forest because of it, and as long as I were a fire type I would hate myself.]
As the pokemon finished its story, its trainer just sat there. It was a pretty sad story, and it kind of did hit home. "Now that I think of it," Kevin said to no one in particular. "My home was destroied by fire as well."
His partner looked at him, that was kind of ironic, he and the boy had more in common than he had previously thought.
Just then there was a crashing sound outside their door, and what sounded like yelling. Out of blatent curiousity the boy opened the door a peek to see what was happening when a Rattata burst into the room at godspeed. The purple blur went right for the boy's pack and then made a run back to the exit, dragging Kevin's stuff. But the weight of the pack slowed the creature down enough so the trainer shut the door.
"And where do you think you're going?" The boy questioned the theif.
[I'm was trin' to help you.] The Rattata shook its head in failure.
"How? By stealing my stuff?"
The Pokemon's jaw dropped, letting the strap fall to the ground. He didn't know how this person could understand him, but it was not the time to question why, he had something important to tell him.
[No. I was goin' to have you chase me! That girl you were with is after something very important to me, n' important to you too!]
"Now why would she do that?"
The mouse went into the girls pack, which Kevin oddly never noticed. Then when he emerged he had something in his mouth that the boy had only seen in books. It was the black uniform which was thought to have vanished years ago, yet it lay by his feet. The red R scathed his eyes and all became clear. That 'friend' of his was only using him, and he now knew exactly what she was after.
"She's after the egg. isn't she." He asked already knowing the answer. Nodding the Rattata confirmed the obvious. [That egg has my child, I'm the father. I've been trackin' that egg ever since those day care folk transferred it to the lab. I need to protect that egg, my mate's countin' on it.]
A rage built up in the boy. She used him, and he fell for it. This was more than just about the egg to him, this was personal. "Well we can't let her down." was all the trainer said as a response. He returned his partner to his ball, grabbed his backback, and snatched the girl's pack. "Let's go." The rattata climbed onto his shoulder and the group went out the room.
The rain was still pouring outside as they went through the Pokecenter doors. The trainer went north, away from the abandoned town and toward Mr. Pokemon's house. He had to hurry before she got the egg, Elm was counting on him. Kevin marched through the mud puddles, ignoring the relentless drops in his fury. No one would make a fool of him, especially on his first day as a trainer.