Mahou Persian Shoujo!
Chapter 1- Sunrise
Ayame Shirahana groaned. She was going to be late for school...again! Jumping out of bed, the fifteen-year-old grabbed her school uniform. It was a normal uniform, sailor, large purple v-collar, short-sleeved white shirt with a purple ring around the sleeve and bottom, purple pleated skirt, white socks that passed her knees with a purple ring at the top, and a red necktie. Her pink hair was pulled into a ponytail, with a few strands framing her bangs. Her bright red eyes sparkled in the morning light as she dashed out the door, grabbing her backpack.
"Man! I really, really, really shouldn't have listened to Dad and stayed in school! I mean, there has to be somebody out there with PAA who's a fifteen-year-old trainer." Ayame groaned as she passed the random trainer in Violet City. Sure, she'd be able to get a good job when she grew up, but she really should train somebody, right? You know, the whole Pokemon trainer thing was really hitting its peak. Over 75 of all ten-year-olds left for at least six months on a training journey.
But Ayame was one of the 25 who stayed home, and one of the 10 of that 25 that didn't own a Pokemon, train one at home, train one at school, or at least Poke-sit for somebody else's Pokemon.
However, Ayame had a very good reason. And she would have another one after school.
The school day passed normally. She received an okay grade on a math test, ran the mile in PE, almost fell asleep during a lecture on the anatomy of a Roselia, glared at the giggling trainers who were allowed to sit in on any class, and wondered if the school food was edible or not. And, of course, almost had a daily heart attack from the amount of homework she received.
"You'd really think they'd lighten up on the homework for the kids who actually CHOOSE to stay in school!" Ayame mumbled, clutching her backpack straps on the way home.
"I agree." Ayame squealed, with an almost inhuman tone, as somebody poked her in the side. She turned her head slowly to see a grinning classmate of hers.
"HIRO! What in Mew's name was that for?"
Her long time friend, Hiro Miyamoto, smirked. He was wearing the boys' uniform, consisting of a dark purple army-style jacket over a white collared shirt and purple tie, and purple pants. His light blue eyes met hers as he started to laugh, and his short black, spiky hair danced in a slight breeze.
"Because you make that adorable little squeak when I poke you in the side!" Hiro patted his friend on the head, showing that he was joking around. This always annoyed Ayame, since it was a constant reminder that Hiro always was just a little taller than her.
"Ugh, shut up." Ayame whined, batting the boy's hand away.
Hiro just laughed. "So, Ayame, you wanna walk home with me?"
Ayame rolled her eyes. "Yeah, sure, why not. We always walk home together, so why should today be any different?" Her red eyes sparkled as his light blue ones seemed to laugh on their own. Soon, his own voice joined in. "What? What's so funny?"
"Don't you remember?"
"Remember what?"
"You know, today!"
"Yeah, today's a Friday. November fourteenth, what's so special about that?"
"Silly Yaya!"
"Don't call me Yaya!"
Both mock-glared at each other, standing still instead of walking. Hiro always knew how to get Ayame into a conversation-when they were both three, Hiro called Ayame "Yaya" because he couldn't say or remember "Ayame." Ever since then, she always began to twitch whenever he called her that, especially since it was over ten years since then, and she felt more mature than any Yaya ever could be.
Hiro's hair danced in a chilly breeze. Violet City was entering winter, yes, but it didn't actually start snowing until December. Until then, you didn't have to wear much in the way of extra layers to keep yourself too warm, so the students of Violet City Academy, one of the most prestigious middle-and-high schools in Johto, hadn't actually started to wear their winter uniforms yet.
Hiro rolled his eyes, grinning. "Because, Ya-"
"Watch it."
"Because, Ayame, it's my birthday today."
Ayame's mouth fell open. November fourteenth, oh Mew, how could I have forgotten! Stupid, stupid, stupid, STUPID Ayame!
Her friend smiled weakly. "You forgot, didn't you?"
"I'm so sorry, Hiro," her ponytail fell along with her head, "I-I-there's no excuse for it. I'm really sorry."
"Okay." Ayame looked up to see an overly cheerful Hiro. "That just means you'll have to take me shopping to the Pokemart to buy me something really super expensive!"
She tipped her head, ignoring the word "expensive." "But why? You don't have a Pokemon-"
"YET!" He grinned, grabbing her hand. "My mom and dad are giving me one today!"
Ayame's eyes widened. "Really! No way!" Hiro was one of the other fifteen-year-olds who joined Ayame in the Pokemon-less category. "How'd you finally get one?"
"You know how my mom is allergic to most of the furry ones, right? And how my dad has this weird reaction to Ghost, Psychic, Fire, Water, and Grass types and moves that may or may not be passed on to me, along with my mom's allergies? Well, my dad said I'd get a different one. One that isn't furry, Ghost, Psychic, Fire, Water, or Grass!" Hiro chattered, pulling Ayame in the direction of his house. "And I want you to be the first to see my new partner!"
The girl smiled. She felt happy for Hiro, since he had overprotective parents, like she did. Also like her, he had a huge reason to stay away from the trainer's life, at least until the results came in. With a possible reaction to many Pokemon, including the types of the starters most of the trainers out there would have, it would be dangerous for him to go on a training journey.
Soon, they reached his apartment. Another restriction, Ayame knew, was that the apartment manager didn't allow many types of Pokemon in the building.
"Mom! Dad! I'm home!" He called, taking off his shoes. "Ayame's here too!"
His mother, Arisa, walked in, her long brown hair trailing behind her. She was dressed in a soft pink short-sleeved floor-length dress with a white apron, and her green eyes sparkled at the sight of her son and his friend. Hiro's father, Yutaro, came in next, in a navy suit with his hands holding a Pokeball. His hair was black and short, but his eyes were light blue, like his son's.
Ayame's eyes focused on Hiro as he took the Pokeball, grinned, and released the Pokemon inside.
Out popped a cute little female Spearow, her red beak shiny and her feathers smooth. She had obviously been bought from a breeder, and hopped around softly. Hiro smiled at her, and held out his finger, which she immediately perched onto.
"Well, Hiro, what'll you name her?" Asked Ayame, trying to get a better look at the Spearow, who cawed happily. "She's really well behaved."
Hiro looked back at Ayame, who suddenly noticed their faces were really close. "I dunno, I guess I could name her after you. Ayame the Spearow..."
"Hiro!"
"Okay then, Yaya the Spearow."
"HIRO!"
"Fine, fine. I'll call her Hana, then, like the last kanji of your last name." He stuck out his tongue at her, petting the Pokemon. "She's as pretty as a flower, anyway. So, naming her after them isn't weird."
Ayame couldn't argue with that, since Hana was a common enough name to be a coincidence (even though she knew it wasn't), and rolled her eyes in submission.
A few hours later, she found herself saying goodbye to the now larger Miyamoto family, Hiro, Arisa, Yutaro, and now Hana.
As she walked the streets alone, she sighed. "I wish I had a Pokemon...my stupid mom won't let me. She'll just say, 'what if it triggers your disease, since you can't give yourself medicine until you're eighteen' and then won't let me say anything back. And my dad isn't home at all, since he has to go to Hoenn all the time for business. He'll just bring me back another plushie from wherever he goes." Ayame groaned.
The disease she had was called Pokemon Activated Anemia, which meant that PAA patients were intolerant of certain kinds of Pokemon, Pokemon attacks, or even Pokemon inhabited areas, and if they came into contact with them, their red blood cell count would suddenly lower. Luckily, by injecting a mix of medicine and blood from a compatible, fully evolved Pokemon, it canceled out the possibility of a sudden attack. However, the mixture had to be injected every three days, making it a huge inconvenience for the patients.
The world of science had yet to discover a permanent cure for PAA. However, the world of Pokemon had beaten them to it long ago.
Ayame coughed a little as she stopped. The sun splashed orange over the sky, completing the painting of a setting sun. It seemed almost magical...and then...
WHAM! Ayame was on the ground, knocked down by some unseen body. She felt her blood rush, and her vision swirled for a moment. It was then that she realized nobody was out on the streets, nobody to call for help...nobody to...
"Wow! A perfect match!" Ayame blinked. There was a really high pitched, cutesy, hyper voice coming from something on the move. Something on the move, and moving very fast...in a circle around her head. "I can't believe I found one so easily!"
The girl looked up into the shining pink eyes of...a really tiny, white Mew. Or, at least, she thought it was tiny, since she had never really seen Mew before.
"What-what are you?" She breathed, trying to focus her eyes on the Pokemon in front of her. It was really tiny, small enough to fit on the palm of her hand, if it would just stay still.
"I'm a Shyuu! Not Myuu, but a Shyuu!" It squeaked. Ayame finally noticed, in addition to the fact that she was staring at a pigmy albino Mew clone, Shyuu spoke in flawless Japanese.
"WHAT? How can you talk?" She shrieked, although she didn't know why she made it out to be such a big deal. For Mew's sake, it was just a pigmy albino talking Mew!
"Shyuu talk to humans. Shyuu are Psychic and Normal types! Yay!" Shyuu floated around, jerking one way, then another. "But my name is not Shyuu. My name is Macha, and I'm an interspecies police officer! That is the job of a Shyuu!"
"P-police?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" The mew-like Pokemon squealed, zipping around. "And you are our new cadet! It was really great we were able to get your medical records! Or leader chose you because you used to be a PAA patient!"
Ayame blinked her red eyes, which, if one could look at their own eyes, she would have noticed had slightly slitted pupils. "Hold on, 'used to be'?"
"Yup! After we found out Persian was your match DNA, we got some more Persian DNA and put it in...some stuff, and then put the stuff into you!" Macha chattered, flying in front of her. "And your battle suit fits great!"
Immediately Ayame stood up, looking down at herself. She saw a white dress, skintight down to her waist, where it fanned out into a ripply skirt. A mini-skirt, shorter than her school's uniform. At least, she noted, there were skin-tight white shorts underneath that were part of the battle suit. The sleeves of the dress came to just past her shoulders, and the neckline was a wide curve that stayed pretty high up. Ayame noticed the dress felt tight enough to stay oddly practical if she had to, say, run for a while. Her hands and feet were covered in more white, with her feet in boots that went up to just below her knees and gloves that went up to just below her elbow. Both were of a material slightly thicker than the dress, and both were as skintight as they could be. In addition, the boots had a springy bottom, and for some reason, Ayame felt like she could jump higher than Violet City's tallest building.
But that was far from the strangest thing. The strangest thing would have to be, she decided, the primarily tan-white tail that curled at the brown-tipped end that poked out from the bottom of the skirt. She poked it, her eyes wide in shock.
After we found out Persian was your match DNA, we got some more Persian DNA and put it in...some stuff, and then put the stuff into you! Macha's words rang in Ayame's head, her mind going over them repeatedly, mostly stopping on the words "Persian," "DNA," and "into you."
"Hold on, Macha, uh, what-what am I?" Ayame asked with shaky words, silently shrieking at the fact that her tongue had just discovered her tiny fangs.
"You're a magic girl! A magic Persian girl!" The Shyuu exclaimed, floating over to a closed store's window. "Come see, come see!"
With uneven steps, the girl walked over to see herself in the partial reflection. In addition to the outfit and tail, she saw her hair was out of its ponytail, and flowed prettily past her shoulders. Her eyes were red and the pupils slitted, but neither her hair nor eyes suffered a color change. But her human ears were gone, replaced by a pair of two-color ears. The tan-white ears stuck out from her hair, their tips showing a curvy point covered in a black strip.
"I-I'm a Persian?"
"Yes! And you get to fight the Kurashi!" Macha said, stopping for a moment to look her in the eye. "They're why we recruited you."
"What-what is a Kurashi?" Ayame asked a little warily. If the name was what she thought it was... "And...why are they called 'Kurashi'?"
"Because they called themselves that. They're pretty fierce," explained Macha. "We think they're a Pokemon, but we aren't sure. They could be a parasite Pokemon, or they could just be a Pokemon Pokemon. That's why we need you! To fight them and find out more shtuffs about them!"
"Uh, why? Aren't you Shyuu things pretty powerful?" Ayame asked, poking her ears.
"Yep, we're good fighters! But we can't beat the Kurashi. We think they're a Dark or Ghost type, or both, since none of our Psychic or Normal attacks can hurt them. But we upgraded your attacks!" The Shyuu mewed, poking Ayame's right glove with his tiny right paw. "So you should have no problem fighting the Kurashi. You were made to beat them! Yay for Persian Ayame!"
"Is that my new name?"
"No, but I think it sounds cool! Persian Ayame! Persian Ayame! Persian Ayame!" Macha sang as Ayame glared at him.
"Right...anyways, what do I do now?" Ayame asked, switching her focus to her swishing tail. "I kinda can't go home looking like this, but I have tons of homework to do."
"No homework! No homework! You need to fight a Kurashi now. There's one in the financial district of Violet City! Go, go, magic girl!" Macha cheered, pumping his paws into the air and twirling his white tail around.
Ayame raised an eyebrow. "Okay, but there's kind of a problem with that. I can't get there."
"Yes you can!" Macha put his paws on her head. "Teleport!"
In the blink of an eye, Ayame's surroundings changed to the top of a tall building of a programming company in a sea of others just like it. She also finally saw that the sun had set, and night had fallen.
Which made it a whole lot harder to see the rampaging black...thing that was trying to tear up the Hoshiwa Systems building.
"Ma-Macha? Is that a Kurashi?" Ayame pointed one white-gloved-finger at the figure, which to her looked similar to a cross between some sort of black Zubat and an anorexic Dragonite or Salamence. "I have to beat that thing?"
"Yup! You have to beat it! Go!" The Persian-girl learned something very important that night. If a tiny little Shyuu is going to push you, make sure you aren't on the edge of the Furuhashi building.
Those things are stronger than they appear, and toppling off a fifteen-story-high building is NOT a fun thing to do.
However, Ayame was either lucky or unlucky at that point, since the Kurashi noticed her. And with one swipe of its long, scaled tail, it caught her and threw her onto the top of the Nishihara Finances building. It was a short building.
"Okay, Kurashi, time to stop...the bad thing that you are doing!" She raised her gloved hands, her fingers in a clawed position. "White Flame Scratch!" Ripples in the air formed as she whipped her hands downward. Glowing scratch marks appeared on the shrieking Kurashi, and in a burst of black energy, Ayame's opponent disappeared.
Or, at least, appeared to disappear. Ayame couldn't really tell- the energy had yet to fully dissipate.
"Yay for Persian Ayame! Good job!" Macha floated down to her, clapping his front paws together. "There was one person who saw, but I erased their memory! Yay! That's my job! I erase memories!"
"Oh?" Ayame asked, brushing some of her pink hair out of her eyes.
"Yes, yes! People shouldn't know about the Kurashi. They pose a big, big, biggy BIG threat to humans, so Shyuu know how to erase memories. We don't want humans being scared that they might go extinct!" The Shyuu exclaimed in a happy tone.
"WHAT? We might go EXTINCT?" The girl's Persian eyes went wide.
Macha nodded, and if Shyuu could smile, he would have the hugest grin on his face. "Yes! But that's why you have to help! The Kurashi want to wipe out Violet City first, so you don't have to worry about long-distance yet! So Persian Ayame needs to do a good job. Okay?"
"Uh, yeah, sure." She agreed, weakly.
"Okay! Now I get to use Teleport again! I need to get you home!"
Ayame blinked again, as the skyscrapers turned to a residential area. She could still see her battlefield in the distance, looming above her three-story townhouse.
The girl turned to her partner, "Macha, how do I turn back into me?"
Macha giggled, and tapped her head. "Just think about being normal Ayame!"
That's it? She thought, and gave it a try. Lo and behold, the Shyuu's method worked, and she was back in her school uniform with no Persian appendages to be found. "Interesting...also, nobody knows about Shyuu, right?" She received a nod from Macha. "So, Mom and Dad can't see you. Besides, they may freak out and be all, 'Ayame, no Pokemon in the house! What if this new one triggers your PAA?'"
"But you don't have Pokemon Activated Anemia anymore! I cured it!" Ayame's mouth fell open. "Yes, yes, yes! I cured it by giving you Special Pokemon DNA! Yes! Special Persian DNA cured your disease! Be happy!"
"Okay...well, uh, thanks, Macha..."
"You're welcome!"
"Right...but still, Mom and Dad can't see you. Even if they don't know you're not Mew-"
"I'm a Shyuu!"
"I know. Like I said, even if they don't know that, they might think you're Mew. Which might be an even bigger problem than them finding out you're a new species-"
"I'm a Shyuu!"
"I know. So, Macha, every time somebody other than me sees you, you need to act like a stuffed animal." Ayame explained, fishing her keys out from her bag.
Macha nodded, plopping himself down in her outstretched hand. "I can do that! I can do that! Look, look!" Then Macha closed his eyes and stopped moving.
As the girl opened the door, she whispered down to her friend, "just do that until I say it's okay to stop," and with that, they entered Ayame's house.
"Ayame! Where have you been?" Her mother, Natsuko, scolded as she walked in. She had pink hair just a tad lighter than her daughter's, but it fell down to her waist. Natsuko's eyes were a soft gray, and her face had only one or two faint wrinkles. The woman wore a yellow short-sleeved shirt and some blue jeans, and her arms were crossed. "It's nighttime!"
"Yeah, I know Mom, but look!" She held up Macha's still body. "Hiro gave me a plushie! I went to his house, you know, since it's his birthday today. Uh, I guess I forgot to call."
"Ayame, why would Hiro give you something on HIS birthday? Shouldn't it be the other way around?" Her mother asked, raising a pink eyebrow.
"Yeah, yeah, I know, but the boy's weird. He's going to take me to the Pokemart this weekend so I can buy something for Hana, his new Spearow." Ayame explained, edging towards the stairs.
Natsuko smiled. "Oh, no, I think it's cute. He has a crush on you, that's all. I mean, it's so obvious it's almost painful, honey."
Her daughter felt her face go red. "MOM!"
The woman laughed. "He's liked you for ages, honey. Besides, you're fifteen! That's old enough to start dating, in my opinion. In fact, I started dating when I was fourteen, though it didn't last. But I met your father when I was eighteen, and I fell head over heels!"
"That's nice, Mom. I gotta go do homework," the girl said as she darted up the stairs, leaving her mother to reminisce alone. "Whew!" She breathed as her bedroom door shut. "You can move now, Macha."
"Wheee!" Macha squealed as he suddenly started to zoom around the room. "Your room is funny! It's pink!"
It was. Pink wardrobe, pink sheets, pink blankets, pink pillows, pink chairs, and white desk with a pink lamp, computer, printer, and cell phone. Ayame figured her parents thought, when she was born, she'd be out of there at ten, and wouldn't have to deal with a vision-of-pink room at age fifteen.
"Yeah, I know. Now, I have to do homework. My stupid history teacher wants a two-page essay rough draft on the Saffron Psychic-Fighting gym initial controversy by tomorrow, and I really need to work on it." The Shyuu quieted down (a little) and bounced around on a fluffy chair as Ayame sat down at her desk. She had just opened up a blank document on her computer when her cell phone started to ring.
Ignoring Macha's comments about her ring tone, she snatched it up and pressed the button to talk. "Hello?"
"Hi, Ayame?" Hiro's voice crackled over the connection.
"Yeah, what's up?"
"Um...could you meet me early in front of the school tomorrow? There's something I need to talk to you about."
Ayame blinked. Hiro sounded a little nervous. "Sure. I'll be there at seven."
"Okay. See you tomorrow."
"Bye." She hung up, and stared at her phone. "What happened?" She wondered aloud.
"I bounced really high!" She rolled her eyes as Macha's comment, and went back to work on her essay.
The next day at school, Ayame arrived at the time she said she would. She rubbed her eyes, muttering about how Shyuu could replace alarm clocks when she saw Hiro walk up to her, Hana hovering above him.
"Hi, Ayame," he greeted as he gave a weak wave. "Um, well..."
She walked up to him, thinking about what could possibly faze Hiro. "What?"
He took a deep breath, and Hana chattered some words that were alien to Ayame. She vaguely wondered if they were words of encouragement. "Heh, guess I'd better just spit it out, and all...yeah. Well, uh, I-I...I really like you, Ayame!"
Her red eyes widened. Mostly because her mother had been right, but it still shocked her. A faint blush crept up her face. "Hiro?"
"Will...you be my girlfriend?"
She couldn't hold it back, although she barely knew what she thought of the concept. Intuition took over, and all she remembered from that point on involved her throwing her arms around him and telling him that she felt the same way.
Which, Ayame would have to admit later, was a terribly cliché way to start a relationship, and much head banging and Shyuu laughing would be heard. Of course, it would also never be spoken of again, since it would only invoke more head banging and Shyuu laughing, which always resulted in one of the worst headaches possible.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon. Pokemon is owned by Satoshi Tajiri, Gamefreak, and any other respective and legal owners.
Author's Note: Yup, here it is, the first chapter of a 3-chapter story. Er, the longest Author's Note will be at the end, so yeah. Please review!
