Writer's Note: Here's a little story I thought up one day, I think it's pretty good... but then again, I wrote it, so why wouldn't I? It's just a short story about Suicune came to be, and who we was before he changed. It's from his point of view. If I feel like it, I might write some more stories after this one about Suicune, but only if the reviews are good. Well, if anything in here is misspelled it's not my fault. I used a spell-checker and it didn't know some of the words I tried spelling (like Closterphobia. I have no idea how that's spelt)
Disclaimer: It's obvious I don't own anything about Pokemon. If I did, I wouldn't be here writing fan fics, I'd probably be in some building far away doing business stuffs.
Anyways, enjoy the story!
My story begins at Celedon City. I was one of the many Eevees bred in captivity purely to be sold to some wanna-be trainer or lonely elderly woman longing for companionship. I never thought I'd ever get to really experience life the way it was meant to be, thinking some old lady with a small bag full of coins would one day pick me from the litter and haul me away from my mother, my brothers and my sisters, whom all lived together in that dreadful, smelly cardboard box.
But that was before I met Krystal.
Krystal was a young, determined pokemon trainer. She had long red hair, a cute little cap, a stylish green backpack, black shorts and a light blue t-shirt. The moment I saw her I from out the window of the storage room, I knew she had potential. She happily walked into the game corner,I thought that would be the last I saw of her. But I was quickly proven wrong.
Later that day, Krystal came into the game corner coin exchange. At first I thought it could be a dream come true, but then I decided not to get my hopes up. What if she's not looking for an Eevee? I told myself. She might just be here for a TM for one of her beloved Pokemon...
I kept discouraging myself so I wouldn't get too excited over some trainer whom I may never see again, but as time went on, the more it seemed she had come for me.
She walked up to the window that those humans usually talk to each other through. You know, they put them up so only the certain humans have access to what's behind the glass.
"Excuse me," She said in a sweet, caring voice.
The woman who usually hands out the Pokemon to people with lots of shiny coins looked up to her. "Yes ma'am, what can I do for you?"
"I'm looking to get a Pokemon. May I look at what you have?"
"Certainly, miss." She turned around and walked toward the counter on which our box sat, filled with playful little Eevees batting at each other with their claw-less paws. She lifted our box with one hand, and grabbed an egg-carton of pokeballs filled with Abras with the other (placed in Pokeballs so they wouldn't teleport away.)
The lady brought us back to the window and set us down. She took the glass from the counter off so that the trainer could get a better look at the selection.
"We also have a new shipment of Porygons in the back, do you want me to go get you one ofthose?"
"No thank you, I already know what I want." She glanced at the egg-carton at all the different balls. "I'll take one of those Abras."
"Alright, will that be all miss?"
Krystal looked though the Eevee box, none of the little kittens seemed to be paying her any attention... except for me. I stared up at her and tried to make the cutest expression on my face as I possibly could (knowing that humans usually fall for the 'cute look'.)
Her eyes caught mine, and she giggled. "I also want that darling little Eevee right there." She gently poked her finger against my small nose. My heart skipped a beat when she touched me. If there was such a thing as love at first sight, than this was it.
"Do you have enough coins for both of these Pokemon?" The lady behind the counter asked.
Krystal grinned. "I told you I knew what I want, why would I come unprepared?" She took off her backpack and searched through it. She quickly pulled out a small red bag and shook it. It jingled with the familiar sound of money.
Krystal emptied the bag and started counting the coins. When she was satisfied with what she counted out, she handed them to the lady behind the counter, pouring the extras back into her bag.
I was overwhelmed with excitement. I couldn't believe it, my dream was coming true: to travel along side of a great trainer, not just some wanna-be-Ash-Ketcham or some smelly old lady. Someone who could make it to the top. Someone smart, kind, and beautiful...
The lady counted out the coins Krystal gave her. "Alright, this is good. Hold on a minute while I go get the little guy's Pokeball." She turned and walked back to the storage room, where we were kept when there was no business.
Sweat ran down my forehead. Pokeball? No, not that! I hoped I would never have to go inside that dreadful place again! See, I have a little thing called Closterphobia, which is the fear of being in small, closed-in places. Pokeball equals small, dark place. Not for me!
When she returned shortly, she handed Krystal the Pokeball. Krystal held up the pokeball with the button facing toward me. I started to shiver uncontrollably. Krystal instantly noticed this. "Oh, what's wrong little guy?" She picked me up with hergentle hands. "Do you not like pokeballs? Well, that's ok. You don't have to go in there if you don't want to."
Joy spread though my veins. I immediately smiled and started pawing at her happily, cheering.
She giggled at my glee. "I've been wanting a water Pokemon since my Feraligator... passed away. I'll turn you into a Vaporeon after I train you up a bit." She grabbed her Abra and walked out of the exchange center, cuddling me in her arms. "I'll name you Suicune. It means 'Water Monarch'. It'll suit my powerful Vaporeon friend perfectly!"
I knew then that this was the happiest day of my life. I was with a kind trainer who wanted to make me stronger, who believed in me.
I thought that as long as I lived, I would stay with her, and be overwhelmed with joy every day.
But I was wrong. So very wrong.