THE JOURNEY OF A STAR
A POKEMON STORY
Disclaimer and Notes: Pokemon doesn't belong to me, nor does Industrial Illusions. They belong to their respective owners, which isn't me, unfortunately. On another note, there will be some new pokemons added to the story as it goes around. If I do use one of your made-up pokemons, I'll be sure to give you credit in the end of the chapter that it's on.
CHAPTER ONE
THE STARTLING NEWS
Dawn was barely breaking in as a shiny, black, important looking car drove on the dirt road that led from Viridian City towards Pallet and vice-versa. As the car came closer, the visible trail of dust that was following after the car also became bigger. After a few minutes, the black car stopped right in front of the large stone stairway that led up to the large building on top of a small hill. That building was known throughout all of Pallet Town as Professor Oak's Laboratory. The Professor was a well renowned Pokemon Researcher who discovered many of the pokemons that were well known to this day and the one who developed the pokedex.
The door to the driver's seat opened and out stepped a middle-aged man, with black hair and pale skin. The man wore dark sunglasses to shield his eyes from the bright morning sun, and a black suit. As soon as he exited the car, he walked over to the passenger's seat and opened the shining black door to let out his mysterious passenger. "We've reached Professor Oak's laboratory, Master Orion." The man said in his slight English accent.
"Thank you, Max." A calm, gentle voice said to the older man as the passenger stepped out of the car and into the dirt road. The person that got out of the car turned out to be a young boy, with gravity defying silver-blue hair, and bright emerald eyes. He had golden brown skin and a slender build. The boy, Orion was dressed in a long royal blue with silver trim 'robe' like jacket that had a silver chain so that he could close it. Underneath his jacket was a tight-fitting navy blue shirt and black pants. On his feet was black combat boots to complete his ensemble. What made people take another look at him was his two dark sapphire, almost black, dangling earrings that was like an upside down obelisk that got thinner as it went down. It was nearly two inches long, and his golden armbands that were visible underneath his jacket with strange markings on them and his golden necklace that wrapped around his neck in the shape of a hexagon going two and a half inches up his neck.
Orion took his eyes off his guardian and back to the large building that was the Professor's laboratory. "Well, there's no point in delaying the inevitable," he said to himself as he walked towards the steps with Max trailing behind him. Orion Evans is a well-known name all through out the world. Nearly everyone who had followed the business news and was interested in pokemon training knew his name or more importantly, his company's name. He is the youngest CEO in the world, though it wasn't his choice. When his parents had died due to an airplane accident, when he was near 12, he had to take over the family business or lose it all. His parents, Lily Crawford-Evans and James Evans had come from two very well off families. When Orion's grandparents became deceased, his parents had inherited their business along with their own and now that they were gone, it was Orion who was in charge of everything.
Industrial Illusions, producer and supplier of the Item balls, main affiliate of the Pokemon League, owns multiple restaurant chains all over world, has it's own Pokemon Gear and Sports Wear line, world's leading supplier and inventor of electronic devices, and owns various amusement / theme parks all over the world. And Orion oversees it all. It's no wonder that's he's the richest person in the world. And under his own supervision, Industrial Illusions had grown tremendously and is one of the world's top companies to work for.
Orion and Max finally reached the last step that brought them to the front door of the laboratory. Taking a calming breath, Orion took a step and rang the doorbell, wondering why he was called here in the first place. The two of them waited, an occasional breeze passed them, ruffling Orion's long coat. After a minute of waiting the door finally opened to reveal the famous professor with his graying hair and traditional lab coat. "Ah, Orion! You're here - good, good." Professor Oak said as he stepped forward and gave the young CEO a hug. "How are you my boy?" He asked as he held Orion at an arm's length.
The younger boy gave him a tentative smile. "I'm fine, Professor. And you?"
"Always so formal, aren't you?" Professor Oak chuckled at him. He turned to see Max and nod at him. "How are you Max, is my godson behaving himself?"
"He's doing fine, Professor." Max chuckled as he shook hands with the elder man.
"Wonderful! Come in, come in! There's so much we've got to talk about," Professor Oak said as he ushered the two new comers inside the laboratory. The professor led the two of them into a large sitting area with one wall that was made as a window to look over the quaint, rural little town of Pallet. After Max and Orion were seated in the large cream sofa, Professor Oak handed them some tea and sat down himself. He looked over at Orion, who was carefully drinking his tea with a pensive look on his face. Professor Oak sighed and leaned back.
"Are you alright, Professor?" Orion asked as he looked at his Godfather with concern in his emerald depths, though his face looked as calm as when he entered the laboratory. Max also shot the Professor with a worried look on his face.
"I'm fine," Professor Oak said waving a hand, airily. "I'm sure you're wondering why I called you here for," he said to them.
"It crossed my mind when I received your message," Orion said to him as he placed his cup down and looked at the professor in the eye.
"Well, it's regarding something that your parents left in the will for you," Professor Oak told him.
Orion stiffened in his seat and looked at him with an unreadable gaze. "What may that be, Professor Oak?" He asked, his voice was softer now. Despite his parents being gone for nearly a year and a quarter, he had missed them both dearly and wasn't really over their deaths yet.
"Well, your parents were adamant for you to go on a Pokemon Journey." Professor Oak informed him, as he watched the younger boy pale. He knew that this was what the younger boy's reaction would be.
"A pokemon journey?" Orion said to him in shock, which was rare to see since the younger always seem to maintain his calmness no matter what the conditions were. "But Professor, I can't go on a pokemon journey."
"And why ever not, my boy?" Professor Oak, calmly asked as he leaned back and regarded the younger boy with a curious look on his face.
"Because, I have a company to run. I can't go on a pokemon journey, Professor. Who'll take care of everything when I'm gone?" Orion asked him, as he ran a hand through his messy hair and looked at the Professor.
"I understand, but I think that you really need a break from all of it. You have to admit Orion, that all this work is making you frazzled and you never really have anytime to yourself."
"But . . ."
"Orion, it doesn't matter," Professor Oak said sternly. "Even if you stop working now, you'll still have more than enough money to survive on, even your grandchildren will live comfortably. Plus, it was your parents final wish." Orion stayed silent, knowing that it was true. His parents had been putting millions of dollars in his trust fund that he couldn't open until he was 18, plus he has his own savings that he started when he began to work in Industrial Illusions, as well as his stocks. He could stop working and he would still have enough money to do whatever he wanted.
"Listen to me," Professor Oak said in a softer tone. "I think that becoming a pokemon trainer will be beneficial to you." He said. "You can see what it's like when your out there and find out what a trainer needs while having a journey, learn the techniques that's used by different people in treating their pokemons, find out how most of Industrial Illusions inventions and products work in the real world and think of ways to improve them."
"I think that Professor Oak is right, Master Orion," Max said to him. "It's what your parents would have wanted. And besides, being stuck in the office all day isn't what your parents wouldn't have wanted you to become."
"Even if I do go to this pokemon journey . . . who'll run the company and everything? Having a pokemon journey can take years and what about my studies?"
"What about your studies?" Professor Oak said dryly. "From what I've heard, you've graduated middle school last month. Like I said, your parents had taken care of it, you have a bank account in which you can take out money when you go on your journey, your Mother provided your starter pokemon herself, they decided to make Max, me and Darius the company president while you're away . . ."
"My mother," Orion repeated as he whipped his head around and stared at the professor.
"Yes, she provided the pokemon for you to use," he confirmed. "Told me to give it to you, when you go for your journey. She seemed rather confident that you'd go for it."
"I don't know about this . . ." Orion said, unsure of himself which was probably a first since his parents died. "Don't you think that people will recognize me when I go? There's no telling what kind of insane people I might meet."
"I highly doubt that, sir." Max said to him. "You're a very private person and you're rarely seen in TV, I doubt that anyone will recognize you if you don't use your full name."
"That's true." Professor Oak nodded and turned to see the boy, before pulling out something out of his pocket. "This is something that your parents left me before they died. I think you might want to read it." He said as he leaned forward and handed Orion the letter, which the boy took, his hands shaking slightly. Orion unfolded the letter and skimmed through it, his face unreadable. His eyes, which were hidden by his long silver-blue bangs flickered with different emotions as he read the letter that was written by his mother's flowing, curvy, writing.
After a few minutes of looking at the letter and sitting as still as a statue, he looked up his emerald eyes filled with determination among the sadness. "Professor, where is this pokemon that my Mother left for me?" He asked, with his shoulders tensed as he folded the letter back and placed it in his pocket.
"So I take it that you'll be going then?" Professor Oak grinned at him.
"I will, for my parents and myself." Orion said to his godfather. "They're right, as well as you two. I do need a break from being in stuck in the office for too long and maybe I can have some fun before I focus on Industrial Illusions full time. I'm already done school, so I'm not missing anything of importance."
"That's the spirit, young master!" Max said to him with a grin. "I knew that you'd go for it, you inherited your parent's adventurous streak, after all." Orion only gave him a sad smile as he turned his head towards his Godfather, awaiting his response.
"Your parents would have been really proud of you," Professor Oak said as he took out a small red and white pokeball from his pocket and tossed it over to Orion, who fumbled to catch it. "That's the pokemon that your Mother had given me . . . she's pretty young and ready for battling."
"What kind is it?" Max asked the Professor as Orion enlarged the pokeball. At that question, he also looked at Professor Oak for the answer.
Professor Oak just grinned. "You'll just have to find out, won't you? Your Mother said that your 'abilities' would help you get along with the pokemons easily . . . just like she did on her journey. Maybe you should drop by Saffron and go see Sabrina for training."
"I'll keep that in mind," Orion said as he looked at the pokeball in his hand before throwing it to the air, gently. "Pokeball go," he said calmly as the pokeball opened halfway to the table that was in the middle of the sitting area. The pokeball opened and released the red energy that was being held by the pokeball, and it quickly took the form of a small four-legged animal with a very wide tail . . .
"VUULL-PIX!" The pokemon called out as it was released from its pokeball. It looked disoriented for a second before it gazed around for any enemy pokemon, finding none, the pokemon turned it's cinnamon brown head towards Professor Oak, then Max and finally to Orion. The said boy, was looking at the pokemon with an unreadable look but his normally bright eyes dimmed.
Vulpix, that was the same starter that Mom had, he thought to himself. He turned to Professor Oak with and asked the question that's been bothering him. "Professor, that vulpix . . . is it . . ." He trailed off, not knowing how to finish the question.
Professor Oak nodded at him, as he averted his gaze towards the vulpix. "Yes, that vulpix is Veena's child, your Mother bred it and she wanted to give it to you when you started your Pokemon journey." Veena, was his Mother's Ninetales. When she first started her journey, her starter was a Vulpix and over the years she evolved. That was his mother's favorite pokemon and close companion. Veena was still there when he was born, but sadly she passed away with his parents. Orion missed her as much as he did his parents, but he knew that at least the three of them are together.
Shocked, Orion bent down and looked at the pokemon almost disbelievingly. His face was so close to the fire pokemon that he was brought of his daze when the little fox pokemon licked his nose. Orion heard snickering and looked up to see that it was Professor Oak and Max snickering. Apparently they saw the fox pokemon lick his nose, bringing him out of his shocked state. He glared at the two adults, which promptly shut them up though they still kept that grin on their faces. "I," then Orion cleared his throat. "Thank you, Professor."
"Indeed." Professor Oak said as he looked at the younger boy. "Well Orion, why don't you come with me and I can get you your pokedex and everything that you would need for your Pokemon journey? You can leave tomorrow, if you'd like."
"Tomorrow?" Orion asked in surprise, that he barely notice the Vulpix jump to his lap. "But, Professor - I don't know the first thing about training!" He told the Professor Oak, with tensed shoulder beneath his clothes.
"Calm down my boy," Professor Oak said to him. "I'll give you the essentials that you'll need for the trip. It's not that long of a trip . . . it could probably take a day or so. It'll give you time to get used to Pokemon training. Besides, it'll lead you straight to Viridian where you can go and pack your things. I'll give you the Indigo League Guidebook, that will answer all of your question and we can talk about the things that you might expect from training."
"Oh," Orion said, relaxing a little.
Professor Oak stood up, "follow me then, we'll make you into a pokemon trainer yet!" Orion looked at him with a sigh, a new journey - it's something that he's never done before. He's never even gone camping, before! How in the world can he carry on this task?! But he knew that he had to, if it wasn't for him then for his parents. It was their last wish of him and he would do everything in his power to make it come true. Still, the question remains . . . he could do fine when it came electronics, and business deals, what about 'roughing it'?
Would he be a pokemon master or a pokemon dunce?
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