Pokemon is copyright of Game Freaks and Nintendo, all characters mentioned here are not used with their consent, hence a fanfic.
This story involves the use of Anthro-style Pokemons, or Morphs if you prefer, basically, they are Pokemon turned into humans as par se, they have the characteristics of a person but remain as Pokemons (I can't really find how to explain it). Needless to say, only Pokemons exist in this world, no humans whatsoever...
All characters I make during the process are partly my property, the Pokemon model isn't, but the Anhtros are... shrugs Oh, and since so lazy to switch between languages since this keyboard is American, I won't put the accent to the 'e' in Pokemon...
Life as a Pokemon - Chapter 1 - The Beginning.
The city of Lerus was quiet. The sky was covered in gray clouds which poured rain into the stone floor. The buildings stood tall illuminating the darkened streets as a few Pokemons passed by. In the distance a giant mass of fire known as the Sun was raising, shaking the drowsiness of the Pokemons, and starting yet another long day...
Not far from the main streets was an apartment building, on the top floor and furthest room was an Arcanine snoring peacefully, that it until the alarm shot off and so did he jumping out of bed and right into the floor, giving a rather rough start. He stood up. He was around 1.85 meters long. His whole body was made of red fur, with black stripes running along. His hair was white and spiked somewhat to the back reaching around the shoulders, and a rather fluffy tail etched from his back, swinging as drowsily as the body. The underside of his mouth was also white-furred, as well as a small mat of fur etching from the back of his forepaws and just above the ankles. He was currently wearing a pajama of sort with drawings of Arcanines and Growlithes painted on it, he shook his head and took a couple of steps towards a wall where a calendar hung from.
"15th of August... That time of the year again... God..." he sighed and shook his head sideways and entered the bathroom, the sound of the shower shot up as the birds chirped...... A couple of minutes later the water stopped flowing and he left, then proceeded to spend 20 minutes drying his fur (hehe...). When he finished, he left in the same pajama, opened a rather small closet and took out the school uniform they had to wear...
"Already high school and still with uniforms..." he said in a groggy voice as he took a pair of long blue jeans, and a blue, long-sleeved jacket. He entered the bathroom again and left a minute later in the uniform, trying to get used to it as he moved his hands uncomfortably, he placed his feet on the shoes that made up the uniform and yawned... He walked to the door and opened it, reaching into the living room of the small apartment, he lived alone currently, the building was just built not long ago and it still was half empty. The room consisted of a kitchen directly across from him on the far wall. In the middle of the room rested two couches with a table in the middle and a piece of furniture on the wall left of his room, and on the other edge was another room. On the far left stood a giant window, at the very least two and a half meters long and about two meters wide. He walked to the kitchenette and took a small bowl, a box of cereal and walked towards the table there, sitting down and trying to enjoy his breakfast as much as he could before he got up, placed it in the sink, lifted a small briefcase-looking backpack to his shoulder, grabbed a set of keys and left, still dragging his feet along the floor.
The sun was still coming up, as parts of the streets were still clouded in darkness as rain poured down, he shifted the umbrella he was carrying from his right hand to the left to let the former rest for a moment. He was about to walk around a corner when someone ran into him, and in the same blow from the impact he left the umbrella go, but shifted in the air and landed on his hands and flipped over to the feet, barely missing a giant puddle for just centimeters- his backpack somehow landed in a dry spot- the other part wasn't so lucky however. A Ninetales, female due to the fact she was wearing a skirt had collided with him, and sent back, and amazingly enough she didn't landed on water, but on dry floor, and even in less than a sec her hands where already at the end of the skirt to keep it from flying, nine tails and a short skirt aren't such a good combination... The Arcanine grabbed his umbrella with the left and took a step closer to the Ninetales and offered his right hand.
"Sorry, didn't saw you..." he apologized, and the Ninetales took his hand with her right and lifted herself up. She was a little shorter than the Arcanine, reaching around 1.70 meters. Her fur was completely white, her hair was tied up and going up at first, then falling down freely, dripping some water. Currently wearing the traditional Japanese (in our culture at least...) uniform, a white, long-sleeved shirt, with a small piece of cloth hung around the neck and falling back down the back in blue color with a white stripe running along the edge. A skirt rather little, reaching around 15 centimeters above the knee, from the back and going downwards at first etched 9 tails, true to her name, which swayed softly.
"I should have looked too," she added shaking her head sideways, and it was in that moment she noticed it was him, but not her the one soaking up, she looked up and noticed the umbrella above her, she opened her mouth trying to say something but couldn't, she looked at him.
"Ark," he said quickly.
"What?" she asked back.
"My name, Ark."
"Oh... I thought you had barked," she said and giggled behind a paw/hand. "I'm Cleo," she added then.
"We are in the same school aren't we?" asked Ark.
"Down Mew Street?"
"Yep."
"Then yes we are" Cleo smiled. Ark took a glance of his watch and read 8.12.
"We should be going then unless we want to make a 'good' impression on the first day" said Ark and Cleo nodded, both walked down the street before reaching Mew Street, half of Ark soaked in water, the other dry, while Cleo only had a couple of drops dripping from her hair. They rushed the last street to reach on time, and surprisingly enough, they were in the same classroom... And yet, unfortunately enough, they haven't arrived on time, and both were standing outside the classroom soaking the floor of the aisle.
"It's going to be a long semester..." started Cleo.
"Definitely..." finished Ark as a couple of sparks could be seen coming from the hallway distracted him and Cleo. Also dripping water was a Jolteon taking small, long steps, perhaps to avoid sending a strong shock due to the water. He was around 1.76 meters tall, also wearing the same uniform as Ark. But unlike him, he had no actual fur, his yellow skin could be seen, and his hair made of yellow spikes stood up and a little to the back, giving a rather punk-ish look, even though he really wasn't one. Around his neck was a collar of white-colored spikes, all facing down and over his shirt. His green eyes also sparkled as he stepped slowly.
"Late too?" asked Ark.
"I suppose, since no one is outside anymore..." he answered back. Cleo cut in.
"I thought all Jolteons held their spikes up..."
"Nice thing to say to the Jolteon you just met..." Ark grinned, Cleo looked up at him with a stern look.
"This coming from the guy who knocked me down."
"Hey, it was an accident!" Ark retorted.
"But you don't have a skirt!" Cleo shot back.
"I didn't saw anything! I was too busy myself moving away from the mud puddle..." Ark ended, they looked at each other for a second or two and burst out laughing, leaving a rather confused Jolteon in front of them. Who politely coughed into his hand.. Paw... Whatever...
"I'm just gonna pretend I heard nothing... As to your question, you get used to it, we only have the spikes up while fighting, otherwise we have to be careful, especially if wet, I have to hold them down because of the electricity, otherwise the clothes... suffer," and he smiled bemusedly, but a spark also decided to greet and shocked Ark in a paw. "Sorry" he said as Ark rubbed his right paw where the bolt stung.
"Never mind. Anyway, I'm Ark" he said and extended the left paw since his right was hurt. The Jolteon took it.
"I'm Jaren" the Jolteon said.
"Cleo," chirped in the Ninetales. The door of the classroom opened with a loud hit as someone came out. She was a rather angry looking Azumarrill. She was wearing a long green skirt with a white blouse, a rather stern look was in her face while her tail swayed in angriness. Her blue skin reflected the light from the hallways, she took a long breath and...
"I thought you were out here in detention, not to enjoy the time pass by!" she shouted.
"Sorry," mouthed the 3 as the rest of the classroom laughed silently, the Azumarrill sighed and let them in, they say near each other and the Azumarrill resumed the introduction of the class, herself, and all the stuff they say in a new year/semester.
And the day went slowly as possible, the ringing of the bell only served to make the aisles full with people doing their best to reach the next class on time, and this would be going on for quite a while. Finally, 6 hours later everyone was rushing along the hallways, some just flying past the giant mob.
Finally, Ark, Cleo and Jaren managed to exit, but instead of just walking away they stayed besides the stairs were Pokemons were still rushing through.
"Ack!" shrieked someone behind them, Ark and Cleo who were looking at the stairs noticed that a female Suicune tripped over and basically jumped away, Jaren didn't turned around, and was suddenly plummeted against the floor, and using every possible ounce of self-control he maintained the spikes down.
"Please...get...off..." he mouthed so as not to "spike up", and the Suicune rapidly moved over.
She stood up and so did Jaren, she quickly bent over repeating a "Sorry, sorry, sorry...." a couple times.
"It's alright," said Jaren finally getting things under control.
"I'm Siria, sorry again," she muttered out quickly, obviously still a little shocked.
"Ark, Jaren and I'm Cleo," obviously said Cleo pointing while calling each of them.
They started talking as if they have known each other for a long time already and started walking away, Mew street was still a little hectic due to classes ending, but they left it and entered Virian Street, where a lot of restaurants and such locals where at, they entered a small coffee shop, Bellossom's Coffee Shop, which surprisingly enough was full and they had to wait for a couple of minutes. After a small dinner they left the local and each parted to their home, Jeran and Siria lived in totally opposite directions and they went alone, Cleo and Ark lived a little closer to each other, Cleo also lived in an apartment, just 2 streets away from where Ark, so they went together for the moment and then parted when they reached the same place they have met just in the morning...
Another semester was about to begin, perhaps not the best start in classes, but sure was with friends...
Ok, pretty short chapter, I just wanted to introduce some of the characters, and I'm still missing some...
Not really much to say down here, but hope this story will go well...
Signed as usual,
Alan "Gray Fox" Quirino - grayfox2150 (at) hotmail (dot) com
Until next time!