The Dezen Discovery Chapter 2, a pokémon fanfic

The Dezen Discovery

By LoneGrowlithe

Chapter Two

Boredom, complete and utter boredom, hung like a thick cloud over everyone in the classroom as the math teacher, Mr. Haskin, droned on continuously about stuff we had already learned in previous months. To entertain myself to a degree at least, I idly doodled in my books trying not to listen to the voice of one of the most boring teachers in school.

I chanced a quick glance to where Larana was seated, and watched her yawn due to boredom as she looked dreamily out the window. Stifling a yawn myself, seeing as how they were so catchy, I turned my attention from others in the class back to my drawing. A roughly sketched Ninetales picture, my favorite Pokemon, adorned one of the sheets of white paper I always kept stashed in my bag.

With a frown, I noted that the fox Pokemon's head was far to large in comparison to its body, and the tails were all out of place, but no matter what changes I made it still seemed to end up the same. With a shrug, remembering an old saying, practice makes perfect, I decided that this was the best I could come up with at the moment, and pulling a cream colored pencil from my case, I proceeded to color in the Ninetales picture.

I was so intently coloring in my picture, I was taken by complete surprise when a very irate Mr. Haskin yanked the cream pencil from my grasp, causing me to jump in mild fright.

"I would prefer it, Danny, if you paid more attention to your schoolwork and not your artwork," he chided grumpily, before handing my pencil back and walking stiffly to his desk, but not before addressing me once more, "Now, Turn to page two-hundred and fifty-four in your textbook and complete the work I have set out on the board."

"Yes Sir," I said meekly, a hot blush creeping up my face as the rest of the class laughed at my shame.

Sliding the paper with the Ninetales picture into the back of my book and tossing my cream pencil back into my pencil case I snatched up the textbook that was on my desk and flipped it open to the appropriate page and doing the questions listed on the board. After twenty minutes of doing boring math question after boring math questioned, I was relieved to finally hear the bell, which not only heralded the end of math class, but also the end of school for that day, and also the week. Gratefully, I packed up my stuff, and without so much as a goodbye to Mr. Haskins, I dashed out of the room, and waited for Larana to exit the room herself.

"So, birthday girl, what shall we be doing this afternoon," I asked my raven haired friend when she finally conceded to join me and we headed for the front entrance of the school and our freedom.

"Danny," Larana cried out in exasperation, "I'd appreciate it if you didn't yell it out for the whole school to hear."

"I thought Michael already did that this morning, you know, when he snuck into the office and used the loudspeaker to announce it to everyone," I reminded her of the incident that had happened that morning.

"I was trying to forget about that," Larana moaned in embarrassment as a blush crept up her face.

"Look on the bright side," I laughed, "He did get detention for a week."

"I guess so; he did deserve it anyway," Larana smiled, before turning to me, "How about we head off to the battle park today, watch a few battles before we head home."

"Well, why the hell not," I agreed, "It'd be something to do, and who knows, maybe we could see some rare Pokemon from outside trainers."

"Let's go then," Larana grabbed my hand and practically dragged me out of the school, before setting course for the large battle park that was located up the street from the school.

One of three in the city itself, the Battle Park was a place that was commonly set aside for Pokemon trainers, although it was open to the general public. Pokemon trainers, local and visiting, would commonly swamp the parks during the day hours, and sometimes into the late hours of the night, challenging other Pokemon trainers to battles or just letting their Pokemon have a relaxing day.

Numerous battlefields dotted the park, officially ruled out to mimic the battlefields used in gyms and stadiums. Grandstands flanked the fields, as anyone was free to watch any battled that occurred, and could sit comfortably while doing so. The park, large and well kept, in some places overgrown, was a perfectly habitable place for wild Pokemon, and so they roamed the park, although usually staying well away from areas people frequented. A Pokemon centre could be found just across the road, providing quick access to healing.

We soon reached the battle park, as it was so close to the school, and were just two among the throngs of students flocking into the park, to just calm down after a day of school, watch battles and for some, participate in battles themselves. Larana and I made our way over to the closest battlefield, and perched ourselves on the topmost bench of the grandstand that loomed over it, to allow us a better view of a battle, when one started that was.

To pass the time until a battle did start, I reached into my bag and withdrew my pencil case, and then my math book. Retrieving my half finished Ninetales picture from where I had slotted it into the back, I dug in my pencil case for the cream pencil and continued to color it in. Not a couple of minutes later, I felt a prodding in my side, and I looked up to glare at Larana.

"I just thought that you'd want to watch a battle, if not, I'll just leave you be," Larana smiled at me before turning her attention to the battlefield.

"Of course I want to watch," I retorted, my attention drawn away now from my picture and to the battle field down below.

Sure enough, two trainers, one boy and one girl, were taking their places at either end of the battlefield, the terms of the battle had probably already been discussed beforehand. Looking closer at the two trainers, I immediately recognized the girl trainer to be one of the multiple that attended our school. If I remembered correctly, her name was Tara-Jane or TJ as she preferred, and she was the most well known trainer in the school, probably for the fact that she had beaten every other trainer that attended there, and was the schools champion trainer in funded tournaments run by board of education for student trainers.

TJ was a fair skinned girl, with deep red hair fashioned in wavy lines down her back and determined features seat into her round face, jade eyes concentrated on the field before her, waiting for her opponents' first move. Her hair was decorated with a single, but rather large jade clip, and stuck onto it by magnetic force were six minimized pokeballs, each only about the size of a large marble.

TJ, once a traveling trainer, having traversed a large part of Kanto and some of Jhoto, had returned home to finish her education before setting out once again to continue traveling, the reasons why however were unknown, but she could always be found frequenting the battle parks. She had taken the challengers side of the field, standing stock still in the trainers' box, waiting for the boy to choose his Pokemon.

Her opponent, having taken up his place in the trainers' box on the other side of the field, had his hair spiked up about his face, colored a bright blonde. From what I could see of his face, half hidden by the spikes of his hair, he was looking rather determined to win this battle, a pokeball was already in his hand, maximized to full size. However I failed to recognize him, and therefore I figured he must have been from out of town, or having come from another school; he appeared to only be about thirteen.

Then, almost expertly, the boy pulled back his arm, and lobbed it forwards onto the field, a certain mechanism, known as the boomerang mechanism, ensured that the ball returned safely to his hand once the Pokemon had been released from its confines.

The Pokemon that emerged from the ball rivaled its trainer in size. Its pelt was a cunning white, and it stood on the battle field waving its arms enthusiastically, brimming with unkempt energy. It stood firmly on its two legs, feet armed with two stout claws; its hands too were armed with two claws per hand, although the claws were longer than those on its feet. It had an oval head, with a large mouth, its jaws lined with sharp looking teeth. A tuft of bright red hair started at the brows of its eyes, and fluffed upwards forming a rather messy looking tear shape. Red paw pads decorated the palms of its hands, and two brown stripes adorned its back. A small tufted white tail completed the Pokemon.

"A Vigoroth," I identified the Pokemon, rather impressed by the choice, "you don't see too many of them around Dezen."

"He could be from Hoenn, you know that they're most common there," Larana pondered aloud.

"Probably, but who knows, he could be from elsewhere," I replied to her before looking at TJ's side of the field expectantly, "I wonder what Pokemon TJ will choose."

We watched as TJ eyed up the competition carefully, before finally reaching up to her hair clip and pulling off one of the six pokeballs and maximizing it before, accompanied by a fancy spin, she threw it onto the battle field. In the trademark flash of white, TJ's Pokemon appeared not even half the size of the Vigoroth it faced.

A small lizard like creature, with fluffy curls adorning its head, its main color scheme was red. No bigger than TJ's knee, it blurted a small wispy flame from its yellow beak as it glared up at the Vigoroth that towered above it. Adorning its stomach was a patch of yellow fur, while another patch of fur encircling its neck was colored black. It had a stout, red furred tail, and had short claws fixed on both hands and feet.

"A Magby," Larana exclaimed in surprise and awe when she recognized the baby Pokemon, "I never knew she had one."

"I guess it could be a pretty hot battle then," I joked, rather badly I guessed as Larana cast me a withering glare.

"Just watch the battle," she huffed and taking her advice and her tone of voice to reason, I shut my mouth and watched the battle.

The battle itself was fierce, with the small fire type pitted up against an overly energetic normal type that was twice its size. Our attention solely on the battle, Larana and I ignored the commands shouted, and preferred to try and guess the attacks that were being thrown about. But all too soon the battle was over, and the victor, standing on its fallen opponents stomach proudly, was Magby, having just delivered the winning Headbutt attack, and then began to dance happily.

People who had gathered to watch the epic battle suddenly broke out into cheers at TJ's victory, Larana and I included, as a majority of the spectators had been kids from our school, here to watch battles or participate in them. Once the cheers had died down, the two trainers met in the middle of the field as they collected their Pokemon, before having an exchange of words, and prize money, before heading their separate ways.

The rest of the day was spent at the battle park, watching numerous battles as they erupted on the particular field our grandstand looked over. During the intervals between battles, I immersed myself into the completion of my Ninetales picture, and after it had been finished, had begun on a Dragonite, while Larana read a book to pass the time. But soon after an interesting battle between a pair of evenly matched Quagsire, Larana voiced aloud that she wanted to go home.

"Sure," I agreed almost immediately after I glanced at the time on my watch, and began to pack up my stuff, "it's getting late anyway and it will take a while to walk home."

I finished packing away my stuff and the two of us collected our bags and stepped off the grandstand, heading swiftly for the front gate and turning towards home. It was indeed a long walk, but I was feeling giddy and excited the whole way as the sky darkened as night fell upon us, and it wasn't until we reached the street before home that I put my plan into action.

"Race you home," I yelled loudly in Larana's ear as I gave her a slight push, enough to send her stumbling and I raced past, making a mad dash for home.

"Hey," Larana's voice erupted disdainfully from behind me and I chanced a small glance back to see if she was following me, and was relieved to see that she was.

I managed to keep ahead, thanks to the head start I had gotten, and was soon leaping up the front stairs of the house and flinging open the front door. I dashed through to doorway and down the hall a bit before turning left and into the living room, leaving the front door wide open behind me. Once I was in the living room, which was pitch black, much like the rest of the house save for the porch light, I ducked behind a couch and waited for Larana to show.

The surprise party for Larana had been weeks in the making, and the task had fallen to me to keep my friend distracted after school today so that our friends and family could set everything up for the party, but thankfully, going to the battle park that afternoon had accomplished that task well enough, and Larana hadn't suspected a thing. A snicker was heard from the other side of a room, followed by the sounds of someone shushing them.

Straining my ears, I listened for Larana's footsteps, and soon heard them as her shoes pounded on the front steps, and soon the wood of the floor in the hallway. I heard her voice her concerns about the front door being left open and the pitch black hallway. Everyone I believe tensed as they heard the front door close, and then her footsteps echoing down the hall. Seconds later the light switch was flicked and light flooded the room.

"SURPRISE," Yells filled the room as everyone leapt up from their hiding places, giving Larana quite a fright.

"You guys," she shrieked as we all laughed at the bewildered expression she had planted on her face, but was soon to be replaced by a smile, "You're all plain evil, you know I hate surprises."

"We know that," laughed Gregory, a twelve year old with black hair, and amber eyes hidden behind glasses, "It was just an opportunity we couldn't resist."

Soon after the party was in full swing, with more than just one person acting stupid and giving everyone else a chance to laugh. I was one of those stupid people, but only because I had become so hyped up on sugar, I was acting completely bonkers and yelling out random things I saw at the top of my lungs, causing a lot of people to start hooting with laughter. I always tended to get hyper very easily, and when I did, I tended to do things I would never usually be caught doing.

Eventually we came upon the time when Larana would be able to open all of her gifts, and there was a heap from all of her friends and family. My gift to her had been two books, both on Pokemon, but more specifically the types of normal and water, her two most favorite. Many more present followed, until we got to what everyone thought would be the most interesting one, the present from Tommy, Larana's actual brother.

Tommy was a lot like Larana, Jacob and Jessica had taken them both in at the same time, after their parents had died in a fire that had started in their apartment complex, seeing the sense to keep them together because they were siblings by birth; he happened to have the same raven black hair, although he kept his cropped short, whereas Larana grew hers long. His eyes however were amber, compared to the startling aqua Larana's eyes held. Tommy wasn't present at the party however; as he was off elsewhere in the world, training his team of Pokemon.

He had become a trainer through the same competition I had entered two years previously and had begun his own journey into Kanto, with his beginning Pokemon Keigan, a small and spry Poochyena. Since then he had traveled Kanto, building his Pokemon team and collecting badges for near on two years, before finally entering the Indigo league with high hopes to win, but had sadly not made it very far.

The last we had heard of him before now, was that he was somewhere in Hoenn training his Pokemon and collecting new ones before going to challenge the Indigo League again. Everyone expected his present to be something exciting, but when looking at the small box wrapped in blue wrapping paper and finished off with a silver bow, it didn't really seem so. Everyone watched and waited patiently as Larana opened the gift from her brother and pulled out a small note that was enclosed on the inside.

"Dear Larana," she read it aloud for everyone to hear, "Happy fourteenth birthday little sis', I do hope you have fun just getting a little bit older. You'll find what I hope to be your best gift this year in this box, I'm pretty sure that you will adore it and I hope I may see you soon. Have fun walking. Love Tommy," Larana finished reading the note, and then held it out at arms length, looking at it skeptically, "Have fun walking', what the hell is that meant to mean."

"Maybe you should see what else he sent you," suggested Madison, a young girl with a big imagination, "Maybe that could tell you why."

"Could do," Larana said before reaching into the box and pulling out a heap of bubble wrap and tossing it to the floor.

Reaching once more into the box, she then pulled out a small flat device, which was a light cream color, and upon her pressing of a button flipped open to become a book like shape.

"It's a pokedex," Larana spoke up after looking at it for a while in silence, before she placed it on her lap and her hand flew back into the box again.

The next object to be pulled out was a small, yet bulky device whose top flipped open and displayed a map like projection in a hologram, and was soon identified as a pokenav. After that, Larana pulled out what appeared to be a laminated card, which Larana looked at with a chalk white face, and a look of utter surprise on her face, before she reached once more into the box with great enthusiasm, and pulled out an easily recognizable red and white sphere, a pokeball, maximized to full size.

"What did Tommy send you all this stuff for," Gregory, the family's pokemaniac piped up as we all looked over the items in perplexity, "A pokedex, and pokenav, a pokeball, and a card."

"I know what they're all for," color started to come back into Larana's face as it lit up with a smile, "The pokedex is to identify Pokemon I see, the pokenav is so I know where I am, and where I'm going. I have a trainer card for identification, and lastly the pokeball, which holds my first Pokemon."

"Wait, so Tommy's gift to you for your birthday is making you a Pokemon trainer?" Michael asked tentatively.

"It seems so," Larana was now grinning, "And I understand the 'have fun walking' part of his letter now."

Everyone seemed to be a bit stupefied, until I finally snapped and broker the silence.

"Now that is abso-freaking-lutely FANTASTIC," my yell filled the room as I jumped up and pulled Larana into a hug, "Now this is some birthday, isn't it."

"It sure is, it's the best one yet," Larana agreed, hugging me back, before everyone else came forwards to congratulate her in the same manner.

"Hey Larana," Piped up Holly, the youngest of us all, curiously, "What Pokemon did you get anyway."

"Well, maybe we should find out," Larana held up the pokeball that was still in her hand, and gave it a small toss towards the spare space on the couch next to her.

The two halves of the ball exploded apart and in the rush of bright light that came with it, a small Pokemon took shape. The Pokemon was feline in shape, and greatly resembled an Eevee although it clearly wasn't one, with the same comparisons of size. The fur was a dusky brown, a shade lighter than that of an Eevee, with cream white ruff bushing about its neck. Flicking triangle ears ended in cream white tufts, and there were identical ruffs bunched about each of its feet in the same creamy color. Behind it stretched a long slinky tail; its end consumed by yet another tuft of creamy fur which whipped at the air as the tail moved of its own accord.

The Pokemon was one that I recognized, having seen it as a major contestant in Pokemon contests I had watched on TV, commonly used in them for its cuteness. It was in fact, a Pokemon that was native to Dezen, and was first discovered here and called Kitana by name. Affectionately referred to as Eevee's feline cousin, it shared the same unstable DNA strand, allowing it the potential to evolve into many different types of Pokemon.

This particular Kitana, upon landing on the couch, looked up at all of us with chocolate eyes, and in them appeared to a mischievous glint. It looked around with curiosity, before leaping off of the couch to inspect everyone more closely. Most of the girls and the younger kids in the room immediately descended on the cat Pokemon, crooning and fawning over how cute it was.

"This is awesome," Larana spoke up as she looked over the rest of the stuff Tommy had sent her again, "I would've never thought that I'd actually get to be a trainer, but now, I just can't believe that I am. I just wonder where he gotten the Kitana though, he definitely couldn't have caught it, you need a permit to do that."

"The only other choice would be a breeding centre," Gregory spoke up, not bothering to look away from the pokedex Larana had let him have control of for the time being.

"Is there anything else in the box," I asked her as she pondered; "Maybe there could be a clue or two in there."

Larana immediately picked up the near empty box and tore out the rest of the bubble wrap, but nothing else was to be found, not even a shred more of bubble wrap. Larana looked a bit crestfallen, until once again Gregory spoke.

"You know, a pokedex can list the personal information of your Pokemon for you," he suggested, "Would you like me to get it to run Kitana's data?"

"Please do Gregory," Larana looked up at the pokemaniac as he pressed some buttons on the pokedex before pointing it at Kitana.

"Kitana the evolution cat Pokemon

Kitana is a closely related cousin to Eevee. In the instance that Eevee and its evolutions are officially regarded as dogs, Kitana and their evolutions are officially regarded as cats. The Kitana species share the same unstable DNA strand that Eevee itself possesses," the pokedex, in a slightly female toned voice, droned out the pokedex entry for Kitana, "Pokemon gender: Female,

Pokemon size: 1' 02"

Pokemon Type: Normal

Known attacks: Scratch, growl, Tackle," it finished by listing this particular Kitana's data.

"That sounds pretty good," I commented before looking at Larana inquisitively, "So. Do you think you'll give her a name?"

"I dunno, it would make her easier to find if she was in a group of Kitana," Larana pondered as she retrieved the pokedex from Gregory and placed it in the box with the pokenav and her trainer card, "I've also heard that a Pokemon tends to like you better if you grace them with a name, instead of just calling them by their species name all the time."

"Your call," I shrugged, as Larana closed the box, and then withdrew Kitana's pokeball from her pocket, where she had placed it when she was packing the stuff away.

"Kitana," Larana called softly, and the bidden Pokemon came prancing to her, leaping deftly into her arms with a happy mew, instantly recognizing Larana for her owner, "No. No you're not Kitana anymore, your new name now is Kida, got that."

"Taaaa," the newly named Kida mewed happily and rubbed her cheek up against Larana's.

"I believe Kida likes her new name," mentioned Jessica, our foster mother, who currently bore one of the largest smiles we had ever seen on her face, her crystal eyes sparkling with happy tears.

"Yeah, that's it, your Kida. My first Pokemon partner," Larana whispered in a voice so low, I barely hear her, as she hugged the kitten Pokemon to her chest, a calm and content smile on her face.

TBC

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