The Dezen Discovery Old Version Chapter 1, a pokémon fanfic

The Dezen Discovery

By LoneGrowlithe

Chapter one

Kerdan, a bustling metropolis located near the lowermost edge of Dezen, a large region found to the far north of Kanto, the region, as a whole, home to usually frigid and cold weather. Kerdan was commonly known to be a place of business, from law firms to vast scientific facilities located somewhere within the maze of the enormous city, even the occasional breeding centre was somewhere in the fold. Skyscrapers towered over everything so that even form the air, the city itself speared as a maze, one in which a person could be easily lost. But I couldn't be bothered with any of that right now.

Casting a furtive glace behind me as a dashed down a narrow alleyway, I spotted David, a well built fifteen year old boy with deep auburn hair gracing his head and short bangs shading his striking green eyes, a look of deep concentration mixed with anger sprawled across his face. And he was practically right behind me. I blanched when I realized that he was gaining more ground on me too. I turned my head back forwards, just in time to run into a cluster of trashcans and trip over them, sending a small group of shabby looking Rattata and a rather large yet equally shabby Raticate scurrying away to who knew where.

"Hah, bad luck trashcan," David laughed at me as he dashed past and onto the street, disappearing from view.

"I'll catch up," I bellowed after him as I disentangled myself from the rubbish bins, causing quite a racket as I did so.

Giving one of the bins a savage kick, I gave chase to David, the Rattata and Raticate twittering angrily after me. I burst onto the street, knocking over a few people as I skidded to a stop and looked down both sides of the street, and spotted David far ahead of me when I looked right. Hurriedly I dashed after him, weaving around people, and sometimes having to push them roughly out of my way. I soon caught up to the burly boy, but he maintained a steady lead, and I was unable to pass him by. Looking ahead of David, I noticed that sticking out from the doorway of a shop was a long cream tail, ended with four green bulbs.

I glanced at David, and was glad to find he hadn't noticed it yet, and was still running at full speed. He caught me looking at him, and smirked, before his face turned to surprise as he tripped over the tail of a smug looking Breloom standing just inside the doorway of a shop owned by the father of a friend of mine. Flashing Breloom a thankful grin, I ran past as David was tripped up again as Breloom made to walk back inside, his gait making his tail swish from side to side and collide with David's legs.

Taking this turn of events to my advantage, I raced through a couple more people and skidded into the next street and continued running. After a few minutes of running, I reached the city limits, and entered the suburban area of the prospering city. Chancing a glance behind me, I saw David a fair way away, but swiftly catching up. I turned my head forwards again, thankfully not being about to run into any obstacles and turned down another street.

A couple more turns landed me on a street where an old time friend of mine was waiting in his front yard. Jake, a boy with short cropped honey colored hair and bright cheerful blue yes, was standing in his front yard, with a lean, well exercised Vaporeon sitting beside him. Jake was a trainer, and it was he who had owned the Breloom in the shop, which was owned by his dad. Although he was only a trainer of six months, having left home with a Spinirak his parents had given him for his birthday, he was pretty strong with a well rounded team.

I made a couple of motions to Jake with my hands, indicating to him that I was being followed. Jake grinned ecstatically, knowing what to do to slow David down, and gave Vaporeon a pat on the head. Suddenly, as soon as he began to pat her, she began to laugh maniacally and uncontrollably. That thing needed psychiatric help, was all I concluded as I ran past them, giving the psychotic Vaporeon a weird look. A short while later, I heard loud yells erupt from behind me and, unable to resist, I turned my head back and started laughing when I saw David standing in the middle of the street, covering his face with his arms as Vaporeon danced around him firing off water guns in his face.

Vaporeon then let loose a rather large jet of water into David which blasted him halfway across the street and into some bushes that made up someone's fence which caused me to start laughing harder and nearly trip over. Still laughing hard, and feeling quite out of breath, I turned down a street which would take me closer to home. Not long later, I was bounding up the front steps of the large three story home I shared with my 15 odd foster siblings, of which David was one, and my foster parents Jacob and Jessica.

I was a foster child, something which would have irked some people, but not me, I loved it. I always though of it as having one big happily family, a competitive family at times, with there being so many kids around, but a family all the same. David and myself were some of the more competitive of the family, especially about certain things, such as today, for Jacob, as he done every year, had acquired five competition forms for a competition that was run once annually.

The competition was a highly known one through out all regions, held roughly at the same time each year, and thousands of kids from all regions around the world entered. The qualifications were simple, fill in the competition form, and write an essay on the given topic. The prize: the chance to become a full fledged Pokemon trainer, licensed by the league for free, a prize pack full of journeying essentials, and a properly trained starting Pokemon. So many kids yearned to win this contest, and thousands signed up, yet of all the thousands, only twelve winners were to be chosen.

That was why David and I had been racing each other home, to see who would get home first, because in our case, if you wanted one of the five forms Jacob had gotten, it was a first home first serve basis, so all of us kids had to compete with each other to get home before everyone else. We all knew that our chances of winning the competition were slim, but we still entered with hopes that maybe we would win.

Flinging open the front door to the house, It hit the wall and I lets its own momentum shut it as I dashed inside and made to bolt into the kitchen, only to be unceremoniously jerked backwards to the floor with a loud yelp of pain as I noticed that the door had slammed closed on the end of my trailing braid.

"Owwwww," I moaned in pain as I got to my feet and opened the door, withdrawing the end of my bright cobalt blue braid, before slamming the door shut angrily and rubbing my sore scalp, "Stupid damn door."

I stalked into the kitchen and grudgingly sat down at the kitchen table grumbling to myself, setting my schoolbag down beside my seat, before looking to Jacob who had watched me as I came in. Jacob was a middle aged man, with short black hair flecked numerously with grey and calm brown eyes which were pooled with kindness. He was looking at me with an amused smile on his face.

"So," he started as I looked at him, "was that you I heard yell."

"Stupid door slammed on my braid," I grumbled to him as I slouched in my chair, crossing my arms.

"Well, hopefully that'll teach you how to open and close doors properly then," Jacob smiled at me knowingly.

"Riight," I drawled at him jokingly, "and maybe Spoinks will fly."

"Well, seeing as you first to arrive," Jacob laughed changing the subject, as I looked around the near empty kitchen in feigned surprise.

"Well, imagine that," I whistled to myself innocently.

"I expect you have an idea about what's happened to the others and why no one else has shown up yet," Jacob eyes me warily.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I laughed lightly as I avoided meeting his eyes.

"Right," Jacob scoffed lightly before pushing a piece of paper towards me, "your competition form."

"Ooooh, thank you," I squealed as I snatched it up gleefully.

I skimmed through it, my eyes coming to rest on the essay topic.

"Ah, the essay topic for this year is Pokemon of the tropics," I said aloud, mostly to myself before diving into my bag for pens and paper.

Yanking one of my favorite pens and one of my least used school books out of my bag, I swiftly filled in the competition form before turning my full attention to writing the essay. I'd barely started writing when I heard the door slam open, and then slam close with a heavy bang as a gangly limbed eleven year old with a shock of red hair came dashing through the kitchen archway, nearly colliding with one of the many chairs that surrounding the long oak table.

"AM I LATE? AM I LATE," he yelled fervently at the top of his lungs, not watching where he was going and tripping over a pokedoll carelessly tossed on the floor, sending him sprawling onto the blue tiles that made up the kitchens floor.

"Michael," Jacob was by his side almost immediately, worry in his voice, "You're not hurt are you?"

"I'm fine," Michael dusted himself off as Jacob helped him to his feet, "I'm not late, am I?" he then asked hopefully.

"No, actually, your right on time Michael Microphone," I told him as I set my pen down on the table and his face lighted up with delight, "So why not pull up a chair you little runt."

"I'm not a runt," Michael growled as he took a seat across the table from me, "and I'm not little."

"Doesn't seem that way to me," I teased him.

"Shut-up," Michael barked back at me.

"No, I don't think I will," I snickered as I poked my tongue at him.

"Both of you cut it out," Jacob scolded us before handing Michael his own competition form, "Now, maybe you should both get to work, remember, I'm posting these tonight."

"Gotcha," I mock saluted Jacob before picking up my pen and putting it once again to my paper and continuing to write my, as of the moment, short essay.

"Uh, Jacob," I heard Michael pipe up after a few minutes.

"Yes Michael," Jacob replied.

"I can't do the essay," Michael sighed dejectedly.

"Say what?" I butted in, pausing in my own work once more, "Why not?"

"I don't know much about Pokemon you find in tropical places, I haven't started that at school yet," Michael looked at me, his blue eyes full of sadness, "The only one I actually know of is Tropius."

"I have an idea," I said suddenly after a minute of thought, and I turned to Jacob, "I could lend Michael one of my texts books on Pokemon and where to find them, it would help him out a lot and then he would be able to finish the essay."

Jacob thought about it and looked between both Michael and myself before sighing in defeat, a smile on his face, "Alright, you can lend him your text book, but only for this one time," Jacob told us sternly.

"Yes!" Michael yelled triumphantly and started bouncing about in his seat, "Thanks Jacob."

I grinned at Michael's actions as I withdrew a rather thick textbook from my bag and slid it across the table towards him. He snatched it up eagerly and flipped it open at a random page and began to read, every so often casting me thankful smiles.

Smiling to myself, I began once again to write my essay, this time not letting anything distract me, not even the arrivals of the rest of the occupants of the house, although, I did let myself glance up a little bit as David arrived home soaking wet and grumbling. He looked into the kitchen and noticed that already five people had come in and were filling in the form and writing their essays, and stalked away, and I heard a distant slam a few minutes later.

It was an hour or two later before I finally deemed my essay to have at least a reasonable chance of getting noticed or winning before I neatly sealed it in an envelope, handing it over to Jacob and collecting up my stuff and retrieving my textbook from Michael, who was putting the finishing touches on his own essay, before going up to the room I shared with one of my many sisters.

Once I opened the door however, I was met with a wooly assailant flying into my face.

"Yeesh Larana, waging war are we," I grinned at my roommate as I looked into the very messy room, holding a red and white jumper in my hands.

Larana jumped up in surprise from where she had been under the desk, obviously looking for something, and bumped her head on the top of the desk. Larana was a faired skin girl with sleek black hair that reached just below her shoulder blades. Startled aqua eyes looked at me before narrowing. Larana was of reasonable height for her age of nearly fourteen, maybe just a bit taller.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror; I was also fourteen but a bit under the average height. I had tanned skin, but I burned easily. My hair was of two tones, my real hair color was a bright cobalt blue, but I kept dying my bangs a dark blue so that I was different from the other cobalt haired girls and guys at school. My eyes were violet, contrasting fairly well with my hair.

Looking back at Larana, I noticed she was glaring at me whilst rubbing the top of her head.

"You do know that the death glare doesn't work," I pointed out, leaning against the door frame.

"Don't scare me like that," Larana hissed out at me between clenched teeth.

"Why not, its fun," I shrugged with a grin on my face before I waved my hand around the room as I spoke again, "So, what's with the battle field?"

The room itself looked like something akin to a Dragonairs twister attack had ripped through it, stuff was everywhere, clothes on beds, paper scattered about the floor, pokedolls hanging haphazardly off beds and shelves.

"Uh, I lost my locket, I was trying to find it," Larana looked around at what should have been called a room, "Legends, what a mess."

"Well don't look at me, it wasn't my fault," I defended myself, putting my hands up in front of me.

"But Jessica might not think so," Larana pointed out.

"I get your point," I put my finger to my chin thoughtfully, "Guess it's time to clean up then."

"I guess so," Larana sighed disdainfully.

"I'll take the right side of the room," I told her, "You take the left."

"Yes captain," Larana saluted playfully before moving to clean up.

I moved towards the right side of the room taking the jersey with me and picking up a few more clothes items before dumping them in a pile in the middle of the room.

"Hey 'Rana," I called to my sister, "just put all the clothes here for now, we'll sort them out later."

"Will do," Larana's muffled voice came from somewhere under the bed.

Laughing silently to myself, I continued with my side of the room, occasionally picking up an article of clothing and tossing it onto the ever growing pile. This was going to take ages, I grumbled inwardly as I continued to do one of my most hated chores.

The end

Eh-heh, well the first re-rewritten chapter of The Dezen Discovery :D honestly, I'm loving this version much much more than any of the others. Next chapter could be a while coming, but keep your eyes peeled.