GASP! I've done the next part! And how long has it been? Forever, huh?
It was the attack of the typing block. XD Well, it doesn't have a name...
*cough*FANTASY MOOD!*/cough*
Anyway, it's the next part. Enjoy.
Sammi-san says that she is no master at battle scenes; please bear with her.
Now why did I do that third-person? ^^
January 20th
Viridian City, 6 a.m.
Ashley stretched as she got up. Then reality hit her: she was ten. That called for celebration, lots of presents and a Pokémon Trainer's license.
Quickly she got dressed. Today she wore blue jeans and her favorite yellow shirt. Then she brushed her hair, put it in her usual ponytail and dashed downstairs for some breakfast.
She wasn't the only one up this early on a Saturday. Arielle was on the couch, wearing flares and a pretty pink sweater. Amazingly, Greg was up as well. He wore an outfit almost exactly like the one he had worn yesterday and his hat. Nayana sat at the table in her blue pajamas. Since she wasn't going out, she didn't need to get dressed yet. The parents were cooking breakfast for everyone, and Darian was nowhere in sight.
"You're late," Arielle said.
"So what?" Ashley asked.
"Haven't you heard of the saying 'first is the worst,'" She pointed to Greg and grinned, "'Second's the best,'" Arielle pointed at herself, "'Third's the one in the polka dot dress,'" This time she pointed to Nayana, "And fourth's the LOSER!"
"HEY!" Ashley yelled. "That one wasn't in there!"
Misty came in before any more damage could be caused. The last thing she wanted was another fight like yesterdays.
Soon breakfast was ready, and everyone ate it. It was really tasty; the parents have learned to cook since they were kids.
After that, it was about 7:30, and everyone had nothing to do until Darian's babysitter came over. Soon she was, and Ash and Misty dragged their kids to Ash's car today.
"Where are we going?" Arielle asked, wondering where they were going.
"You'll see."
The car zoomed through the busy streets of Viridian City. They were in the part of town where the gym was. Trainers were seen in a line in front of the big brown gym. Each one of them was waiting for a match with the gym leader. Then the car passed the Pokémon Center.
"I hope you kids don't blow up the Pokémon Center like a certain someone did," Misty said with a smile.
"HEY! It was a complete accident! It was Team Rocket's fault more than mine! Besides, weren't you there too?" Ash asked, keeping his eyes on the road for their destination.
"Yah, but did I blow it up? No, it was you and Pikachu!"
"Well, I used your bike--"
"WHICH YOU FRIED!!" Misty yelled. "And which you didn't even pay me back for until our wedding!"
"First off, that was an accident too. Second, your bike was fixed," Ash said.
The triplets shrugged. They had no clue what their parents were talking about. They really didn't talk about their past much. For some odd reason, they never talked about it, except for the occasional story that Ash would tell.
"But you could have prevented it!" Misty yelled.
"How was I supposed to know that Pikachu would fry it? Besides, we were about to be horribly mutilated by an angry flock of Spearow! Pikachu saved our lives, and it just happens that your bike was fried in the process," Ash defended.
"Yah right," Misty said, smiling. "'We were about to be horribly mutilated by an angry flock of Spearow!' I bet you were the one to provoke them and send them after you!"
"I was ten! I didn't know that hitting one of them on top of the head with a rock would piss off the entire flock! Gimme a break!" Ash yelled.
"Yah. Right." She smiled again. "Now what's your excuse for missing the building?"
Ash hit the breaks. Good thing that no one was behind them, so no one got hurt. He looked at Misty.
"I was arguing with you!"
After taking a crazy U-turn, they went in front of a plain white building. Children that looked about the age of ten (or older) and their parents were at the front door. As soon as the car was parked, the Ketchum family joined them.
At eight o'clock sharp, two men opened the doors for the children and the adults accompanying them. The parents took the lead as all went inside the big white building.
First was a plain white hallway, and then there was a room. In the room were twenty white tables that each sat three. The wall the tables were facing was a big blank screen. One adult was behind a desk with about sixty pokéballs, and behind him was enough space to have a decent one-on-one Pokémon battle. The children knew what this room had to be: the classroom where they would get their Pokémon Trainer's license.
"Here you go," Ash said. "Don't try to bring shame onto our good names, okay?"
Misty giggled. "Come on, anyone can pass Pokémon 101… wait, you flunked!"
Ash was outraged by that comment. "What do you mean I flunked? The course wasn't even out yet!"
"Let's see, there's still ways I can prove it… your mother said that you couldn't return Pikachu to its pokéball; you tried capturing Pokémon with your pajamas of all things and rocks; you put a Metapod into battle with another Metapod… come on, what idiot would do that?"
"Ok kids," Ash said quickly, embarrassed about what had just been stuff into his face. "Time to go in. Good luck!"
The triplets were forced into the room along with some of the other children. Soon the rest of the children were in the room, making the class complete. Then the man behind the desk adjusted his glasses, coughed to get the talking students attention and started talking to them.
"Welcome to the Pokémon Trainer's Class, also known as Pokémon 101. When you leave this room, you'll know enough to start training your own Pokémon. I'm Mr. Pikachu. No, that's not my real name; it's too long and difficult to pronounce. Anyway, how many of your parents train Pokémon?"
Almost every child raised his or her hand. Pokémon training was common in Kanto and the other countries where Pokémon were native. Very few people didn't train them (mostly psychics).
"I'm sure you want to make them all proud, don't you?" Mr. Pikachu continued.
All the children nodded, but none harder than the triplets. They didn't want to bring shame unto the good family name. If they failed Pokémon 101… they could not bear thinking about it.
"Ok then, time to assign seats." Mr. Pikachu pulled out a list and started giving each child a seat. He eventually got to the triplets.
"Ah, Ketchum. Any relation to the famous Pokémon Masters by chance?"
"Yep!" Arielle said, smiling.
"We're their kids," Greg said proudly, big grin on his face. Ashley nodded in agreement.
The teacher gasped and then nodded. "Yes, I see. I heard they had children, but I never thought I'd see them. Well, let's hope that you don't flunk. I'd hate to be one of you if you did…"
That only made the children more nervous as they took their seat at the assigned table. The other children looked at them with awe. To think they were children of Pokémon Masters… and two of the best ever too…
Soon Mr. Pikachu started handing out manuals. They held the key to understanding Pokémon training. It had everything to rules on battle, how to use/maintain pokéballs, badges, the Pokémon League (a/n leagues? Not sure), Pokémon types and more.
Ashley looked at the manual and smiled. It looked quite simple to her.
Arielle took one look at the manual and hoped that she'd get everything in it.
Greg didn't event take a look at the manual; he was the child of Masters. Why would he need one?
"Turn your manual to page one," Mr. Pikachu demanded. Everyone but Greg did so, and that made Mr. Pikachu stare at the boy. He had his feet on the desk, looking away from the teacher, smile on his face.
"Excuse me, aren't you going to open your manual?" Mr. Pikachu asked.
"I don't need to study," Greg said, same smile on his face. "My parents are Pokémon Masters. Talent runs in the blood."
All the teacher did for a moment was absorb the words that had come out of his mouth. Then Mr. Pikachu smiled. "Ok then, Mr. Ketchum, prove it to me! I'll send out a Pokémon and you send out one. We'll see if you have this so-called 'talent'."
Greg accepted. The boy assumed that it would be easy.
The two opponents moved to the front area. Both of them were smiling, ready to prove the other wrong, ready to win the battle. Once the two of them pulled two random pokéballs out, they began the battle.
"Go Pokémon!" Out came a Bulbasaur.
Greg just stared at the pokéball in his hand. Then it clicked.
"Er, how do I release this thing? I just hope it is as simple as it looks, or I'm screwed," he thought, throwing it and saying the same words that Mr. Pikachu had said. Out came a Charmander.
"HA!" Greg said. "I got a Charmander! Your wimpy Bulbasaur will be reduced to ashes by this awesome Pokémon!" he yelled, pointing to the Charmander he had just sent out.
"We'll see about that," Mr. Pikachu said coolly. "Tackle!"
"Er… what does this thing know?" Greg mumbled. Then he went for what every fire Pokémon in the world seemed to know: "Flamethrower!"
Too bad that Greg had not thought fast enough. The tackle attack hit Charmander before it could launch an attack. Charmander fell to the floor, stunned.
"Now use vine whip," Mr. Pikachu said, keeping his cool.
Bulbasaur used what the teacher had told him to do. It came out so fast, neither Greg nor Charmander could think of what to do as Charmander was being tossed like a rag doll. One more Tackle attack and the poor Pokémon was done. It didn't even hit Bulbasaur. Greg was embarrassed, and he hung his head down in shame.
"You have much to learn. One way you can learn is if you open your manual," Mr. Pikachu said, returning his Pokémon. Grumbling and upset that he had lost, Greg went back to the table. Mr. Pikachu returned Charmander for him.
"Now let's begin."
About 2:30 p.m.
After six hours of non-stop study, not even for lunch, the children had learned enough to be tested. It was time to test them and see if they were worthy of a license or not.
"So, do you think you'll pass? I think I will," Ashley said.
"I think I can, I think I can…" Arielle mumbled to herself, hoping that would work and she'd do better on her test that way.
"It'll be EASY!" Greg said. The boy was over his loss, now determined to pass. "Most of it we've seen before after watching the parents battle so much. Besides, Mom did say that no one could possibly flunk Pokémon 101."
The children stood against the wall and waited for Mr. Pikachu to call them in. Soon it was their turn, and the three of them went in no particular order.
"Ashley, you're next."
"Ok." The girl went with Mr. Pikachu to the back room. It was dark, with a lamp on a table. On that table were a test and a pencil. There was only one chair, which Ashley sat in.
"The first part is a simple ABCD test. After this, we'll battle. You do not have to win, just prove to me that you can do this in real life. Any questions before you start the test?" Mr. Pikachu asked.
"No," Ashley said, ready for the test.
The ABCD test was simple. Ashley had to admit, Greg had been right. Most of it they had seen just by watching her parents battle, or hearing some of Ash's stories of when he was a child on his Pokémon journeys.
After that was the battle. It was like Greg had done earlier, except you knew what Mr. Pikachu was choosing and you had a choice of what to pick from there. Ashley had chosen accordingly and barely won the battle.
"Well, we'll see how the test scores are…" Mr. Pikachu read the results. "Congratulations, you passed."
"WAHOO!"
The girl came out all smiles. Slowly Arielle started moving to the door; it was now her turn. Arielle, unlike her younger siblings, didn't think she'd pass the test at all.
When it came to the written test, she had a hard time with some of the questions.
"Ok… you capture a Pokémon when A) you first see it; B) when it has been tired out a bit by another Pokémon; C) When it's so tired it is about to faint; or D) when it has fainted? Er… I don't remember!!! Now what?" she thought, filling in C anyway.
Luckily, she did better at the battle. Arielle could really think on her feet and could come up with good strategies out of almost nowhere at times. She had also memorized the strengths and weaknesses chart in the manual.
"Did I pass?" Arielle asked nervously.
"Yes, you did."
The girl was shocked, and then there was much rejoicing from her.
"YAY! I PASSED!"
Last but not least was Greg. Surprisingly, he passed with flying colors, doing much better at the battle portion than before. He then stuffed the victory in Mr. Pikachu's face afterward.
"See? Talent does run in the blood," Greg said, smiling and leaving.
Soon the three of them went to get the little piece of plastic that meant so much to them. All of them were proud that they passed Pokémon 101.
Hopefully, the next part won't take so freaking long to type.
