I own no pokémon cries although if I did I would want a Ho-oh and an Articuno...daydreams Sorry. Anyway yeah, no pokémon so don't bother knocking and coming around to sue otherwise I'll set my Mew on you! (If I had one) cries
"Kyr! Kyr!"
Kyr sighed resolutely. He was sick of hearing his mum's echoing voice shout about the craggy rocks. He wanted nothing better to do than to laze about on a dozy Saturday, but no, his mum wanted him to help her Spring Clean the house. But why? It wasn't his job, cleaning should be a mum's job; he should be out fishing, not hiding inside the branches of a tree from her.
"Kyr?! Get over here this instant!" his mum shouted once again with pure annoyance in her voice.
He didn't move though, instead he laid back against the trunk of the tree and looked up through the leaves to the top branches as the sun filtered through. I could lay here for hours, he thought.
"Your mum wants you" came a small voice below him.
Kyr looked down and saw Syr there below him. Syr and her two parents (beside Kyr and his mum) were the only people living on their island; it was a very desolate island, surrounded by tall black craggy rocks and a sea surrounding it. Apparently they were part of a small island chain made out of the Seafoam Islands and Cinnabar Island, although now those Islands had been destroyed by a volcano more than thirty years ago.
Syr looked up at her neighbour with her big emerald eyes. Her mint green hair curled back (in the style of Nurse Joy's) was mostly hidden by a white cap with a pale yellow brim. Her 15-year-old body was filling nicely with feminine curves which were hidden by a black tee-shirt covered by a white jacket and navy three-quarter length trousers that revealed her tanned legs. Around her neck was a golden chain with a small red and white ball charm on it. In the middle of her forehead was an emerald-like oval shaped jewel which seemed like it could never be removed. Once or twice when they were younger Kyr tried to steal it off her but it seemed to be embedded in her skin so in the end he gave up.
"Your mum wants you" she said again looking at Kyr through the branches.
Kyr shifted slightly on his branch and crossed his arms. His hair was a thick silver mass covering his ears which only went up with a slight quiff at the front; the quiff itself had a maroon tinge. His eyes were a deep blue and he wore a white short sleeved tee-shirt with a ball logo on it. He wore khaki trousers and ordinary sneakers. He also had some incredibly hairy palms almost like fur (which to Kyr and the rest of the islanders didn't seem too worried about) and his canine teeth were sharper than anyone else's on the island, giving him an unfair advantage at an eating competition.
"So?" he muttered paying no attention to the girl.
Suddenly a piecing voice ripped through the tranquillity and Kyr almost fell off his branch, Syr jumped with fright as Kyr's rampaging mum came charging towards his tree.
"Kyr you get down here right now!" she growled, glaring up the tree at her son.
Syr cautiously stepped away as Kyr, with a moody response jumped down from the tree to face the wrath of his mum.
His mum instantly grabbed him by the ear and began dragging him away from the tree and Syr. As they stormed off towards the house all Syr could eventually hear was Kyr's mum's angry shouts ("Why do you never behave?!")and Kyr's moans of pain and annoyance ("I'm 16 mum! Quit it! Its embarrassing!").
She muttered something under her breath and shook her head as she made her way to her house and her bedroom.
Kyr in the meantime was standing in the middle of a bomb hit room with clothes and games and comics everywhere. He stood there with a bored expression, holding a broom as he listened to his mum's ranting.
"You have been sitting around all day! Your room's a pig-sty and you do absolutely nothing to help around here! Why, that girl Syr does everything for her parents, why can't you be more like her?"
"Why do you always compare me to her?!" Kyr exploded, "I do more work for you than she does for her parents! And I bet I'm smarter than her too!"
"Smartness has nothing to do with it. If your dad was still here there'd be less work for you to do but he's not so stop complaining!"
With that she slammed his bedroom door shut and left Kyr to think over the argument again and again in his head.
"It's not fair!" he shouted throwing the broom to the floor and opening his bedroom window, "Stupid parents!" he grumbled as he lifted his leg out of the window and jumped down.
"I'll show her!" he muttered as he ran to his special secret hiding place that Syr didn't even know of. It was a small gap between two big black rocks at the coast. Although he didn't like water he especially liked this place, there was a small recluse covered with soft, golden sand. And he wasn't willing to share that secret with anybody. There, he laid down on a rock and began sunbathing in the warm light.
Syr was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed as she continued to read. Suddenly, she felt a slight uncomfortable twinge shiver down her spine. She looked out of her open window at the bright sunny day and the deep blue sky. She stared at it for five minutes before walking over to the living room where her parents were.
"There's a storm coming" she said simply.
Her parents looked up at her puzzledly then glanced out of the window then back to her again, "Are you sure?" they asked, "Its beautiful weather out there at the moment."
"Positive" she stated, "I'll go and tell Kyr and his mum to put up the storm shutters"
Her parents nodded and let her go as she headed over to Kyr's house.
Not too long later the little island was being battered and beaten by huge waves and gale force winds. The waves rose high over the large black rocks and came far too close to the two tiny houses. The tree's leaves were ripped of branches, shells and rocks were swept away and replaced by new ones from deeper in the ocean.
Kyr clutched one of the rocks with his bare hands as tightly as he could. He screamed as the water came ever closer towards him, although it couldn't be heard over the sound of the storm.
"S…stay back" he hissed at the water in a miserable attempt to keep his fear away from him.
Meanwhile Syr was charging around the island, struggling to keep her hat on her head she searched all the favourite haunts of Kyr but to no avail.
Where is he? She thought as she began scrambling over the wet rocks that were being pounded by large waves.
Then she heard a scream through the roar and she began climbing towards it, waves covered her and move than once she almost slipped and fell into the icy waters below.
Kyr was now soaked to the bone, any chances of getting away without being wet were forgotten, he continued to clutch the rock although now it was wet and slippery, he screamed again as a torrent of water engulfed him. Suddenly pain shot through the side of his head, a throbbing pain followed by stinging that went through him like a knife. Again another wave came along, this time it bashed his head harder against the rock as it had done a moment before. Before Kyr had chance to react he was already being swept away by the massive fury.
Syr looked over at the sea that was so peaceful a little while ago. She scuttered across the flat, slippery, slime covered rocks, still calling out Kyr's name in some small attempt to reach him. As she shouted a wave came out of nowhere as she took a step to another rock, she lost her footing and slipped. She fell catching her elbows and legs on the sharp rocks and landed in the deep, icy waters.
Kyr awoke.
He felt the warm sun on his face and the sound of birds chattering in the air. He opened his eyes and sat up. He was on a beach and was facing a large expanse of ocean before him. Instantly he knew this was not home, there were no large rocks and the 'island' that he seemed to be on was far too big.
Where am I? he pondered as he attempted to scratch his head but stopped himself as a wave of pain went though his skull.
"Dammit" he muttered as he attempted to stand. His legs felt like jelly and his clothes were stiff through the salt in the water. He grumbled as he surveyed the landscape about himself.
The beach was covered in sand, and a small amount of shells and stones. Further away he could see grassland, or perhaps heather fields (although he had no idea what they were called since there were no such things like that on his island). He rubbed the back of his neck as he felt the sun burn down brightly upon it.
"Where am I?" he mused as he turned about and looked over the vast expanse of ocean.
Then something caught his eye, not too far away there was a black figure. Instantly he ran (or jogged rather) towards it. Eventually when he reached it he was shocked to discover Syr!
Syr was laying chest down on the beach, her eyes closed, her hair and clothes bedraggled and covered with a small amount of blood.
Kyr looked at her in shock. He bent down next to her and began shaking her whispering 'wake up wake up'. When he was given no answer his eyes began to fill with tears. He rolled her over onto her back to look at her pale face. He placed one arm under her back and sat her up slightly as the tears began to trickle down his face.
"Syr." He whispered, unable to take his eyes off her lifeless form. He closed his eyes and placed his forehead against her chest. He sniffed as the tears continued to cascade down his face before he looked up at the bright blue sky.
"I didn't want her to die!" he shouted angrily, continuing to clutch Syr's form, "Why'd you do this? Why? Why did she have to die?!" he then lowered his head and closed his eyes and began to whimper and sob.
"Um…I'm not dead" came a quiet and, slightly confused voice.
Kyr looked up and looked at Syr who was staring confusedly up at him. Kyr smiled brightly biting his bottom lip out of joy, ignoring the tears down his face.
"Um…what are you doing?" she said to him.
Kyr looked at the way he was holding her and went bright red quickly letting go and rubbing his eyes as he stood up awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh, nothing…no…no reason…"
Syr stood up and rubbed the sand of her clothes, pausing as she rubbed the scratches and bruises she had gained earlier. "Where are we?" she asked, gazing about at the area around her.
"Who knows?" said Kyr still too embarrassed to look at his friend.
After a few moments thought they decided they had better find a town to try and call their parents to see if they were alright. They headed towards the heathery area north of the beach only to find a small path leading from the beach. As they walked along they passed a small sign saying: Cinnabar Island – Pallet Town. The two looked curiously at it. They had never heard of this Pallet town and were unsure what to expect.
After several hours of walking without seeing any signs of human life they began to get worried.
"Kyr. What if…what if we're on a different continent? What if they speak another language here? What then?" she asked walking behind him slightly with a worried voice.
Kyr sighed, the heat and Syr's whining was getting to him, "You nitwit. The sign said 'Cinnabar Island – Pallet Town'. We know about Cinnabar Island. It got destroyed by that volcano years ago in mum's time. We can't be on a different continent then can we?"
Syr looked to the floor, rather embarrassed as she followed behind him quietly. No wonder Kyr's always in charge and is always the leader…he always keeps a cool head about everything…I'm more useless then helpful she thought sadly.
"Ahha! And now to watch the mating ritual of the elusive Spearow…" came a voice from an area of long grass.
The two looked at each other before carefully sneaking through the grass towards the voice. They pulled back some long grass and spotted a man there. His hair was black but was beginning to grey. He wore a white lab coat and was lying on his stomach with a notebook in his hands, watching an odd and rather large bird very carefully.
The bird looked about at the two faces staring at it through the grass, it squawked with an odd "Spear!" squawk before it batted its wings and flew away.
The man in the lab coat looked up at it sadly before he began hitting his head with the notepad shouting, "Five years! Five years of extensive research all came down to this!"
"Um…we're sorry we scared your bird away" said Syr apologetically as she came out of the long grass and stepped over to the man.
"Yeah. Whatever, sorry" said Kyr more gruffly
"Oh well" sighed the man pocketing his notepad. I suppose the mating ritual of the elusive Spearow will have to be discovered by another Professor.
He smiled down at the two children, "Nice to meet you," he said offering a handshake, "My name is Professor Birch but you can call me the Pokémon Prof."
"Uh. Nice to meet you Professor Birch" said Syr cautiously shaking his hand, "My name's Syr, and this is my good friend Kyr"
Kyr shook Birch's hand before quickly taking it away and brushing his hair back.
Birch nodded and smiled at the two before glancing about, "You're here unsupervised? And where are your pokémon? Do you only have one?"
Kyr and Syr both looked at Birch with confused expressions. When he noticed this he pointed at the ball charm on Syr's necklace. "That pokéball," he motioned, "Are there any pokémon in it?"
Kyr crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, "Um…what's a pokémon?"
Birch laughed hard and spluttered slightly since he laughed so hard. After a moments laughter he wiped away a tear and looked at Kyr and Syr. Then he noticed their serious faces, he blinked and muttered, "Oh my God, you're serious?"
Kyr nodded.
Birch smiled slightly before suddenly fainting.
After several minutes of shouting at the Professor Syr eventually found a water bottle in the Professor's backpack and she splattered some water over him to wake him up.
After explaining several times that they didn't know what pokémon were Birch finally was able to explain what they were without fainting and having the two kids wake him up again.
"So, these trainers capture pokémon and make them fight?" questioned Syr
"That's right," nodded Birch, "Of course others use them as pets, and me? I study them. They are very interesting creatures. So anyway, where are you two heading?"
"To P…Pallet Town?" said Kyr with a slight uncertainness.
"Oh good!" smiled the Professor, "That's where my new lab is! Here if you wouldn't mind helping me carry some of my equipment I'd gladly show you about the town"
"We'd love to" said Syr cheerfully before Kyr could say anything.
"Great!" smiled Birch, "My equipment is just here", he pointed to a large mount of odd things including camera tripods, test tubes, cameras, and other odd things.
"Why'd you open your big mouth?" hissed Kyr as he was handed a large, heavy, black bag and two tripods.
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