"Professer M-Mazana?" said Kaory quietly, yet her gentle, shy vouce bounced around the squeaky room and echoed.
"Just a minute, my dear." Professer Mazana, her raspy voice echoing back, its origin coming clearly from the stockroom, where the trainer packs were neatly placed on the shelves. "Your assignment for the day is on the desk, like always, dear. I thought I told you that"
Kaory glanced down at Professer Mazana's clean, organized desk and found the familiar manila folder on it. Every time Kaory came in, she would find her assigntment inside. Sort of like a small scheduler. But Kaory gave a low sigh, and said, gently, "No, Professer Mazana. I came here because.. because I wanted to get a pokemon from you. You know, for the whole trainer thing." Kaory quickly cringed. She worked in Professer Mazana's lab even before she became one of the Elite Four, and that was quite a long while back. Kaory couldn't perish the thought of not working in Professer Mazana's lab, for she was the only non-relative who actually understood her, and listened to her problems.
"W-what, dear?" said the old woman, peeking her head out from the stockroom, her eyes with shock and her face showing disbelief. "You're j-joking, right, Kaory"
"I never joke, maam." replied Kaory, a bit sadly, for it was true; Kaory didn't have much of a future, considering her poor state.
"I suppose." said Professer Mazana, a bit uncertain of what to say, and though she seemed very hesitant, Professer Mazana managed a small weak grin and said, "Well, that's all right, dear. You must remember to call me, okay? Anyhow, please, what type of pokemon would you like?" The Professer finally walked out of the stockroom, closing the door gentle so as not to echo the whole room with a loud SLAM, and sat down behind her desk, looking at Kaory sadly.
"A.. a Vulpix, Professer Mazana." said Kaory quickly. She would be a fire trainer, for she was already the fire type in the Elite Four. "I would like a fire type."
So young, teenage Kaory got her pack, and her Vulpix seemed like quite a nice one. Vulpix was a female, and really acted quite shy, for when they first met Vulpix ran behind Professer Mazana's desk, with a small squeak. But when Kaory was about to leave, her Vulpix resting on her shoulder, hiding from the big lights, the door suddenly flew open.
A girl stumbled through the doors, cursing herself mentally for being such a fool about all of this. She straightened a little, her shoulders still remaining slightly slumped. The twelve year old girl looked tense, and she was. All her muscles were tense, and ready to get her out of here, if the need arised. Very slowly, the girl calmed down a bit, looking around, with a smirk. There was a glint in her eye, hinting toward an evil intent.
"Sooooo... are there any pokemon left?" she asked, her voice rude and quite uncaring. When you looked at her, you'd notice something. Her body was twitching violently. Kaory studied her briefly. She wore patched green pants, and a funky-looking teal blue t-shirt. Compared to her, Kaory felt quite fashionable, with her long brown jacket, casual blue jeans, and white top. Her uniform for after-school, she called it.
"Why, yes there is, dear." she said, trying to sound cheerful, though seemed slightly irritated from the girl's rude behavior. Oh well, beggars can't be choosers. Whatever that meant. "What pokemom do you want, dear"
The girl's eyes narrowed dangerously, practically becoming thing slits like an Ekans. "Don't you dear me, you old lady. The name's Meg. Now hurry up, you oldie. I ain't got all day"
"Hey Meg, I'm Kaory, and you listen HERE!" snarled Kaory, stepping forward. She suprised herself, for she never acted like this even against bullies, but Kaory couldn't help herself. Getting herself bullied was okay, but her friend and practically second mom? No way. "Hold your tongue, you little GIRL. If you expect to get a pokemon, be at least nice, or even GRAMMATICLY CORRECT"
"Don't you tell ME what to do." sneered Meg, throwing Kaory a smirk, which made Kaory glare at Meg in such a way that Meg had the urge to step back.
"You little!" started Kaory, sizing herself up. True, Meg was tall for a twelve year old, but Kaory was much taller, since she was five years older then Meg.
"Aw shove off, and shut up. Who the hell CARES about grammer?" Meg shook her head violently, gaze shifting to Proffesser Mazana, "Gimme a Nincada, and lemme get away from little Miss Grammaticly-Correct!" She gave a triumphant smirk at Kaory.
"Little girl, you better.." Kaory started, then took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, and took a step back. "I will not waste my time argueing with LITTLE GIRLS."
Meg was about to snarl another nasty remark(for she had plenty, all kept inside her little head) but she attempted to calm herself. She was here to get a Nincada and go, not fight with a little-miss-perfect. Meg once heard a saying that said, "The strongest is not who can throw nasty remarks, but is the one who can keep them calmly." Of course, it only went something like that. Meg didn't really pay attention to when she read the book.
Professer Mizana bit her lip, but she handed Meg Nincada's pokeball and trainer pack, and frowned slightly.
"Thanks old lady." sneered Meg, throwing Kaory another snarl, but once again, before she turned to leave, the door flew open once again, this time with such force that Meg backed away, mostly out of reflex, not fear.
"Hello!" said a male, fifteen no less. He was handsome, Kaory admitted, but quite young. His eyes were the extremely rare type - left eye blue, right eye green, and they both sparkled with pure excitement. Kaory, once again, studied him. He seemed like he ran away, since he wore a muddy brown cloak which obviously hid everything except his head. This guy could beat Andrew Smith in looks any day! In fact, he seemed just like the type to be oogle by many.
"I'm Brian." he said, uncertainly, after he realized Meg and Kaory were both studying him. Of course, Kaory looked at him and seemed to be trying to identify him, while Meg just stared at him with piercing annoyance.
"Your little entrance delayed my exit." she snarled, the same way she had to Kaory. Meg's brown eyes narrowed irritatedly, as if to say, 'What idiots in this lab'
"I'm Kaory. Nice to meet you, Brian." Kaory said, and muttered, adding bitterly, "That little gremlin is Meg." Kaory gave a little smirk, though she turned away.
"I don't need any goody-goody to introduce ME." said Meg, crossing her arms and her face was red with pure, simple annoyance.
"Um, so, would you like a pokemon?" interrupted Professer Mavana, glancing nervously to first Meg then Kaory then at last Brian. The last thing she needed was a fued between Meg and Kaory, let alone Meg and Brian.
"Oh yes, Professer Mavana. I would like a Totodile, if you please." he said politely, blushing nervously, because it was embarrasing to be a witness to two stranger's fights.
Professer Mavana quickly went into the back, and soon came out with Brian's equipment - pokeball and all. Brian took it and said, graciously, "Thank you, maam!" Brian gave a little bow with his head, and turned to leave, looking nervously at Kaory and Meg.
"No way! I'M going FIRST! No pretty-boy or dweeb is going to get ahead of ME!" Meg yelled, giving a cold laugh and she shoved Brian down with one mighty push, and sped away down the road, cackling so loudly that Spearows flew away, cawing frightenedly.
"Don't mind her." Kaory said, as Brian stumbled but caught his balance. "I think she's mentally ill. Or perhaps emotionally stimulated. What's the difference." She threw Brian a little friendly grin.
"I won't." promised Brian, nodding gratefully at Kaory, then said, "Eh, I better go. Thanks Kaory. Maybe I'll see you soon, along the road?" When Kaory nodded in her reply he turned around and followed Meg.
Kaory turned to Professer Mavana, tears growing in her eyes, first small drops down her cheeks, and second later she looked like a water fountain, bawling as she ran to Professer Mavana to give her a bug hug. "I'll miss you so much." Kaory cried, burying her face in Professer Mavana's lab coat. The perfectly clean lab coat was now getting soaked, but Professer Mavana didn't mind at all. In fact, she smiled and patted Kaory on the head.
"Don't worry," she said, smiling at Kaory, "You'll do fine. Just call me once in a while, okay"
Kaory nodded, releasing her embrace with Professer Mavana and sighing. "I will, maam. You bet I will. I guess this is good-bye, I won't see you for such a long time." Kaory gave Professer Mavana a quick hug, then headed out to the door.
"Oh, and dear?" said the old woman.
"Yes?" Kaory said, turning her head.
"Don't call me Professer Mavana or maam. You can call me Mava"
Kaory smiled and headed out to the world.
The pokemon world.
It was calling.
Waiting.
Note: Please review. I want to know if people actually read my fanfics! Oh, and post ANY comments, please! Not about the story but what you think about the characters. Who is your favorite? What do you think will happen next? Will Meg and Kaory ever get along? Will I ever get a million dollars?