Fire Red and Leaf Green
"Green! GREEN!" The woman stood at the bottom of the stairs, white sundress blowing softly in the breeze that came from an open window behind her. Hands planted on hips, eyes narrowed, she called up again. Violet hair fell to her mid-back, a white bandanna keeping the bangs off her forehead. The woman didn't appear to be old, maybe early thirties.
"Green Hikaru, I am NOT going to tell you again to get OUT OF BED!" And with that, the woman walked back into the kitchen, which just happened to be on room over. Going back to her pancakes, the woman sighed, shook her head, and rolled her eyes.
"That daughter of mine..." She couldn't help but giggle at how stubborn that child was...
"Yeah, yeah, I'm comin'..." The girl pushed her comforter to the side and yawned loudly, stretching. Her burnt charcoal-grey hair was messy and unkempt. She obviously hadn't slept well. She got up, and made her way into the bathroom, across the hall. Once there, she slipped her nightgown over her head, and wrapped her arms about herself, shivering at the cold. She quickly turned on a hot shower, and stepped in. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as the water flowed over her naked body. After thoroughly soaping her hair, she stepped out of the shower, turned the water off, and wrapped herself in a towel. She hurried into her room. Now that she was fully awake, she was excited to the point that she could simply burst. Hurrying into the large, walk-in closet, she closed the door behind herself, and loud noises could be heard from inside... drawers being jerked out, muttered exclamations of "This won't do", "Nope," and "Argh, why do I even HAVE this?". After several minutes had passed, a loud "YES! Perfect," was heard.
She bounded down the steps, and stood in the doorway to the kitchen. Her mom looked at her and gasped in wonder. There stood her daughter, clad in a red skirt, light blue sleeveless shirt, and light blue socks halfway pushed down into white shoes, with a red stripe over them. A white sun hat, with half a Pokéball - design, of course - coming up over the bridge. Across her shoulder, she'd slung a yellow shoulder bag. She twirled once, smiling.
"How do I look, mom?" She asked cheerily. Her hair, of course, had been combed to perfection.
"Simply beautiful. And good outfit to start your Pokémon journey in." Her mom sighed, eyes tearing up, and made her way over to Green. Green sighed.
"Mom... it's like I'm never coming back." She tried to smile. But to no avail; her mom started to cry, anyway. Green let her mother take her into a warm, soft hug that a mother always gives her children when they leave. Green hugged her mom back, and then began to walk for the door. She opened, and turned back to smile at her mom.
"Once I win at the Pokémon League later this year, I'll be back!" And with that, she was out the door. Green's mother sighed, and looked at a picture of Green when she was little that hung over the stove. Walking over and running a finger over it, her brow furrowed.
"Just like her father... I only hope that she comes back." And she went back to her cooking...
Green rode her bike down the path, going faster than she probably should have been going. She peddled faster now, eager to get to Professor Oak's lab. After all, she would be getting her first Pokémon from him. It was actually a short ride from her house to Professor Oak's lab, she'd be there in under five minutes. As she rode, she saw various Pokémon in the trees, and the grass near the rode. Nothing spectacular, just the normal Rattata, Pidgey, and even the occasional Spearow. Finally, Professor Oak's was in sight. She smiled, yelled in excitement, and peddled even harder. She was so excited, in fact, that she didn't see the white apricorn in the road, and promptly hit it. Her bike jerked, and she flew forward over the handlebars, and right onto her back. She lay there for a moment, dazed, and then sat up.
"Ow... stupid bike..." She got up, annoyed, and then turned pale. the spokes on the front tire had been mangled! She groaned, and picked up the offending apricorn.
"Stupid little... thing..." She grumbled, and slipped it into her bag. Looks like she'd have to walk the rest o the way. Her back hurt too much to run...
"Professor Oak?" Green knocked on the door. Again. It was the third time she'd done so. She sighed, and then tried the door. It was unlocked. She shrugged, and walked in.
"Helllooo? Professor Oak..." She called twice, but nobody answered. Being thoroughly annoyed, as he knew she'd be coming, Green made her way into the house, and toward his lab. As she got closer, she could hear voices. Three of them, all male. She opened the door quietly and peeked in. She saw Professor Oak and his assistant Tracey, along with a boy she thought she may have recognized. Then it dawned on her who it was.
"Red?! Red Sasuke?!" She opened the door all the way, feet planted firmly apart, hands on her hips, face red. She was FURIOUS. All three turned to look at her.
"Oh! Green! You're here. Good." Professor Oak smiled.
"We were just giving Red his first Pokémon." Tracey elaborated.
"I can see that, thank you." Green muttered, stalking up to red. He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest, and looked her square in the eye, not the least bit intimidated.
"Well well. Look what we have here." Red's voice was silky and smooth, flowing like water. He was obviously quite the charmer.
Red was the same height as Green, but of course dressed differently. He wore a pair of faded blue jeans, and a sleeveless red vest, with a wite collar and zipper. Underneath that was a black T-shirt, and a yellow backpack was held up by both straps, one over each shoulder, of course. He wore a baseball hat, red with a white bill, and a white Pokéball design on the front. His hair was the same burnt charcoal grey as Green's, but no so long. Short, but long enough so that it came down over his ears a bit. His shoes were identical to hers, but black with a red stripe, instead of white. He quirked a brow, putting a finger on her forehead.
"Shouldn't you be at home playing with your dolls?" He asked snootily.
"Shouldn't YOU be at home picking your nose and watching TV?" She asked, grinning. His face turned bright red, and he turned away quickly. She knew she'd hit a nerve.
"Look, I didn't do it on purpose, I just... I had a bad stuffy nose that day!" He yelled.
"NOSE PICKER, NOSE PICKER!" Green burst out laughing.
"Now, now, you two. Quiet down. This is a lab, not a playground." Professor Oak said quietly, putting his hands into the pockets of his lab coat.
"Yeah, choosing your first Pokémon is a serious thing!" Tracey said, getting defensive. Red rolled his eyes, and picked a Pokéball off the table, it had an orange flame design on the upper red half, right above the button. He turned to Green.
"Good luck, Green. You'll need it." And with that, he stalked out of the lab. Green stuck her tongue out at him, then turned to the table where the Pokéballs sat.
"I've thought about it a lot, and I've decided that I'll choose Charmander!" She said happily, looking at Professor Oak. But Tracey just shook his head.
"Sorry, Green, but Red just took Charmander." He said sympathetically.
"How about... Squirtle!" Green said, still happy to get her second choice.
"Eh... Blue came by to get that, earlier..." Professor Oak chuckled sheepishly. Green sighed, and looked at the two Pokéballs left on the table. One had a leaf design on the top, above the button, and the other, a thunderbolt. She thought hard.
"... What's in the Pokéball with the thunderbolt?" She asked, looking up at Professor Oak.
"That's a Pikachu. I just happened to get one from a colleague of mine in Johto, and decided to offer it as a starter today, since I have no other use for it." He explained. Green nodded. a Pikachu. That could be fun! But just as she was reaching for it, she remembered that the closest Gym was Pewter City, and electric attacks would be none too useful there, so she thought better, and grabbed the Pokéball with the leaf design. She was disappointed that she didn't get Charmander, but Bulbasaur wasn't so bad.
"Great. I suppose Yellow'll have to take Pikachu, then." Tracey smiled, handing Green her new Pokédex and five Pokéballs. She bowed to them both.
"Thank you VERY much!" She smiled, and turned to leave.
"Wait, Green. Take this." Professor Oak handed her a piece of paper with a number written on it, to her confusion. Professor Oak smiled and explained that he liked all the new trainers to check in with him every so often, so he knew how they were getting along with their Pokémon.
"I'll be sure to call and let you know how I'm doing!" She called as she ran down the path to the Viridian Forest. She waved, and they waved back from the doorway.
"She has a lot of pep. Like Ash did." Professor Oak said, smiling.
"Yeah, to tell you the truth, she reminds me a lot of Ash." Tracey said, looking up at Professor Oak. Both of them just watched her go, contemplating what adventures she might get into along the way to the Pokémon League...
"Green! GREEN!" The woman stood at the bottom of the stairs, white sundress blowing softly in the breeze that came from an open window behind her. Hands planted on hips, eyes narrowed, she called up again. Violet hair fell to her mid-back, a white bandanna keeping the bangs off her forehead. The woman didn't appear to be old, maybe early thirties.
"Green Hikaru, I am NOT going to tell you again to get OUT OF BED!" And with that, the woman walked back into the kitchen, which just happened to be on room over. Going back to her pancakes, the woman sighed, shook her head, and rolled her eyes.
"That daughter of mine..." She couldn't help but giggle at how stubborn that child was...
"Yeah, yeah, I'm comin'..." The girl pushed her comforter to the side and yawned loudly, stretching. Her burnt charcoal-grey hair was messy and unkempt. She obviously hadn't slept well. She got up, and made her way into the bathroom, across the hall. Once there, she slipped her nightgown over her head, and wrapped her arms about herself, shivering at the cold. She quickly turned on a hot shower, and stepped in. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as the water flowed over her naked body. After thoroughly soaping her hair, she stepped out of the shower, turned the water off, and wrapped herself in a towel. She hurried into her room. Now that she was fully awake, she was excited to the point that she could simply burst. Hurrying into the large, walk-in closet, she closed the door behind herself, and loud noises could be heard from inside... drawers being jerked out, muttered exclamations of "This won't do", "Nope," and "Argh, why do I even HAVE this?". After several minutes had passed, a loud "YES! Perfect," was heard.
She bounded down the steps, and stood in the doorway to the kitchen. Her mom looked at her and gasped in wonder. There stood her daughter, clad in a red skirt, light blue sleeveless shirt, and light blue socks halfway pushed down into white shoes, with a red stripe over them. A white sun hat, with half a Pokéball - design, of course - coming up over the bridge. Across her shoulder, she'd slung a yellow shoulder bag. She twirled once, smiling.
"How do I look, mom?" She asked cheerily. Her hair, of course, had been combed to perfection.
"Simply beautiful. And good outfit to start your Pokémon journey in." Her mom sighed, eyes tearing up, and made her way over to Green. Green sighed.
"Mom... it's like I'm never coming back." She tried to smile. But to no avail; her mom started to cry, anyway. Green let her mother take her into a warm, soft hug that a mother always gives her children when they leave. Green hugged her mom back, and then began to walk for the door. She opened, and turned back to smile at her mom.
"Once I win at the Pokémon League later this year, I'll be back!" And with that, she was out the door. Green's mother sighed, and looked at a picture of Green when she was little that hung over the stove. Walking over and running a finger over it, her brow furrowed.
"Just like her father... I only hope that she comes back." And she went back to her cooking...
Green rode her bike down the path, going faster than she probably should have been going. She peddled faster now, eager to get to Professor Oak's lab. After all, she would be getting her first Pokémon from him. It was actually a short ride from her house to Professor Oak's lab, she'd be there in under five minutes. As she rode, she saw various Pokémon in the trees, and the grass near the rode. Nothing spectacular, just the normal Rattata, Pidgey, and even the occasional Spearow. Finally, Professor Oak's was in sight. She smiled, yelled in excitement, and peddled even harder. She was so excited, in fact, that she didn't see the white apricorn in the road, and promptly hit it. Her bike jerked, and she flew forward over the handlebars, and right onto her back. She lay there for a moment, dazed, and then sat up.
"Ow... stupid bike..." She got up, annoyed, and then turned pale. the spokes on the front tire had been mangled! She groaned, and picked up the offending apricorn.
"Stupid little... thing..." She grumbled, and slipped it into her bag. Looks like she'd have to walk the rest o the way. Her back hurt too much to run...
"Professor Oak?" Green knocked on the door. Again. It was the third time she'd done so. She sighed, and then tried the door. It was unlocked. She shrugged, and walked in.
"Helllooo? Professor Oak..." She called twice, but nobody answered. Being thoroughly annoyed, as he knew she'd be coming, Green made her way into the house, and toward his lab. As she got closer, she could hear voices. Three of them, all male. She opened the door quietly and peeked in. She saw Professor Oak and his assistant Tracey, along with a boy she thought she may have recognized. Then it dawned on her who it was.
"Red?! Red Sasuke?!" She opened the door all the way, feet planted firmly apart, hands on her hips, face red. She was FURIOUS. All three turned to look at her.
"Oh! Green! You're here. Good." Professor Oak smiled.
"We were just giving Red his first Pokémon." Tracey elaborated.
"I can see that, thank you." Green muttered, stalking up to red. He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest, and looked her square in the eye, not the least bit intimidated.
"Well well. Look what we have here." Red's voice was silky and smooth, flowing like water. He was obviously quite the charmer.
Red was the same height as Green, but of course dressed differently. He wore a pair of faded blue jeans, and a sleeveless red vest, with a wite collar and zipper. Underneath that was a black T-shirt, and a yellow backpack was held up by both straps, one over each shoulder, of course. He wore a baseball hat, red with a white bill, and a white Pokéball design on the front. His hair was the same burnt charcoal grey as Green's, but no so long. Short, but long enough so that it came down over his ears a bit. His shoes were identical to hers, but black with a red stripe, instead of white. He quirked a brow, putting a finger on her forehead.
"Shouldn't you be at home playing with your dolls?" He asked snootily.
"Shouldn't YOU be at home picking your nose and watching TV?" She asked, grinning. His face turned bright red, and he turned away quickly. She knew she'd hit a nerve.
"Look, I didn't do it on purpose, I just... I had a bad stuffy nose that day!" He yelled.
"NOSE PICKER, NOSE PICKER!" Green burst out laughing.
"Now, now, you two. Quiet down. This is a lab, not a playground." Professor Oak said quietly, putting his hands into the pockets of his lab coat.
"Yeah, choosing your first Pokémon is a serious thing!" Tracey said, getting defensive. Red rolled his eyes, and picked a Pokéball off the table, it had an orange flame design on the upper red half, right above the button. He turned to Green.
"Good luck, Green. You'll need it." And with that, he stalked out of the lab. Green stuck her tongue out at him, then turned to the table where the Pokéballs sat.
"I've thought about it a lot, and I've decided that I'll choose Charmander!" She said happily, looking at Professor Oak. But Tracey just shook his head.
"Sorry, Green, but Red just took Charmander." He said sympathetically.
"How about... Squirtle!" Green said, still happy to get her second choice.
"Eh... Blue came by to get that, earlier..." Professor Oak chuckled sheepishly. Green sighed, and looked at the two Pokéballs left on the table. One had a leaf design on the top, above the button, and the other, a thunderbolt. She thought hard.
"... What's in the Pokéball with the thunderbolt?" She asked, looking up at Professor Oak.
"That's a Pikachu. I just happened to get one from a colleague of mine in Johto, and decided to offer it as a starter today, since I have no other use for it." He explained. Green nodded. a Pikachu. That could be fun! But just as she was reaching for it, she remembered that the closest Gym was Pewter City, and electric attacks would be none too useful there, so she thought better, and grabbed the Pokéball with the leaf design. She was disappointed that she didn't get Charmander, but Bulbasaur wasn't so bad.
"Great. I suppose Yellow'll have to take Pikachu, then." Tracey smiled, handing Green her new Pokédex and five Pokéballs. She bowed to them both.
"Thank you VERY much!" She smiled, and turned to leave.
"Wait, Green. Take this." Professor Oak handed her a piece of paper with a number written on it, to her confusion. Professor Oak smiled and explained that he liked all the new trainers to check in with him every so often, so he knew how they were getting along with their Pokémon.
"I'll be sure to call and let you know how I'm doing!" She called as she ran down the path to the Viridian Forest. She waved, and they waved back from the doorway.
"She has a lot of pep. Like Ash did." Professor Oak said, smiling.
"Yeah, to tell you the truth, she reminds me a lot of Ash." Tracey said, looking up at Professor Oak. Both of them just watched her go, contemplating what adventures she might get into along the way to the Pokémon League...