Author's note: Oh well, at least there was 1 nomination…and I think that that nomination makes sense. So this is the first day.
Day 1- Emma
"Oh, isn't this incredible?" I squeaked. All of us were crowded on a small boat to Fantasy Island. The boat was nothing to remark about- it was old, wet and the wood was cracking- but the crystal clear waters reflecting the sun's rays cheer one up heartily. There were schools of Goldeen swimming about, and an occasional Slowpoke nestling by the rocks at the bay far away. Kiki looked at me irritably. She hated being out in the sun, and was feeling rather seasick. I smiled nervously and decided to survey the rest of the guests.
"There's a Raichu at the far end of the boat. She seems to be the reclusive kind. Oh, and she's reading a fantasy novel. There's a kind-looking Pikachu staring at the Raichu strangely. That's queer," I mumbled. Kiki snapped, "Stop talking to yourself, Emma! It's buzzing in my ears." I gasped and continued in a softer tone, "Oh, and that Pikachu is laughing really reluctantly at that Jolteon's joke. Wouldn't Jolteon realise that? Some people don't know their worth, I suppose. Just like my friend Thomas, the Mr. Mime. He can never stop chatting, and he's supposed to be a mime Pokemon! The last guest is a Charmander with a frightening scar. He's glaring hotly at all of us. I shan't face him!" With that, I turned away, and realised that the Pikachu had come and settled himself beside me.
"Hello, my name's Piku. That Jolteon over there is my friend, Wildheart," he said very politely. I blushed and introduced Kiki and myself. We talked for a while about the resort and what it would be like. Piku told me that it was a brand-new resort, and very few people had gone there to stay. "My uncle Brad went there in July. He said it was very relaxing, but quite boring." "That's okay," I grinned, "Kiki and I are here for the relaxation anyway." We talked on and on, and realised that we had many shared passions. Piku loved soap operas, and so did I. Hence, we began talking about our favourite television shows in an animated way.
Very soon, we had touched land. An important-looking bellboy helped us out of the boat and led us to the resort. We were assigned rooms immediately at the concierge. There were adjoining doors to every consecutive room, which were usually kept locked. If I was not wrong, the Raichu took the first room at the corner, Piku and Wildheart took the second room, Kiki and I got the third room and the scary Charmander had the fourth room, right in the middle.
After unpacking, Kiki took a nap and I went out towards the beach. Piku was sitting at the sand. I walked up to him and asked, "Where's Wildheart? Isn't he with you?" Piku beamed when he saw me and explained, "Wildheart said he had something on, and dashed off before I could catch up with him. He seemed very confident about something. Where's your mistress then?" I told him that Kiki was sleeping, and suddenly ventured a question that had been bugging me since I was on the boat.
"Piku, do you know that Raichu or something? You seemed curious when you saw her." Piku nodded. "Yes, I know Niryu. You see, my trainer died many years ago, and I was left confused and lost. That was when I stumbled upon a village of Pikachu and Raichu. Niryu was only a Pikachu then but she helped me out, till she left the village one day, after her mother died." I gasped, "Your trainer died too? My trainer drowned during a cruise trip. Do you think they're linked?" Piku thought for a moment and said, "A poisoning and a drowning incident shouldn't have anything in common. Besides, why would anyone want to kill our trainers?"
That certainly had me stumped. I could not for the life of me figure out why somebody would want to murder Hannah. Also, her death was caused by a storm, or so people said when I came out of my pokeball and found out that she had died. However, now there was something else Piku and I had in common, our trainers. We talked about that topic for a while, and Piku said he had to go. I remained seated on the sand a bit longer, watching the waves crash toward the shore, and then I went back to my room.
Kiki was bathing, so I got a book out of my baggage and started to read. Oddly enough, I was feeling very fidgety and could not concentrate. I tried reading the words aloud. That would calm my nerves. As I was getting into the atmosphere of the story, I gulped. I had heard something, from next door. As I was pricking my ears trying to hear it again, Kiki came out of the bathroom. "What's wrong, Emma?" she inquired, "why are you sitting stock still like a statuette?" I whispered, "Kiki, did you hear something just now?" She frowned, and then barked, "Of course! You were yelling your tale at the top of your voice! I could hear every word you uttered! Wait, where're you going?"
I was frantically opening the door. "I heard a scream! I think that evil Charmander's in trouble!" Slamming the door shut, I knocked on the Charmander's. Nobody answered the door, and I got edgier by the minute. I turned the doorknob and realised that the door was unlocked. I dashed in.
There, lying on the floor was Charmander. He was stabbed, a dagger sticking from the back. I told myself to calm down. That was when I spotted a book on his table. It appeared to be his diary. I pocketed it and headed out of the door to raise the alarm.
Author's note: More nominations, please! I would also prefer it if Emma was not the narrator again.