Chapter4-Test result-
"Rise and shine! It's time to go!"
Having his head in the covers Michael couldn't see the speaker, but he knew who it was. The cover was pulled off by someone, with that action lights stinging into is eyes. With his body resisting slowly got up, seeing Sora slugged the wrapped up sleepingbag on the shoulders. Mew and Mckawl was playing around the tree where the monster fell from.
"It's already morning." Groaned Michael, standing up to pack up. The process was over in some easy step, rolling, strapping and stuffing it into the bookbag. Only thing that was left was a pokeball which Sora picked it up.
"I caught a weedle just now. You'll catch one soon." Sora said smiling. Michael looked down to see Mew was beside him.
Few minute of walking lead them to Pallet town, making Michael wonder why did they camp out in the cold last night. It was a smaller town than the city in Cinnabar, nothing more than a few houses.
"I know the lab's somewhere here." He heard Sora said, passing ahead twisting her head. They were standing on a dusty intersection, one path leading up to a big white building. On the sign pushed into the ground read, "Prof. Oak Labotory. Now Welcoming New Trainers." Mckawl began to hoot and tug Sora to the direction of the lab, catching the attention of the owner.
"Oh, there's the lab." Michael didn't know why they were going there, but they walked away before he could ask anything. Before following them into the lab, he saw a black figure standing by the back of the building.
In the lab, there were other trainer younger than him in the lounge, looking around the pokemon shown in the nicely glass table a window like a pet shop. Michael sat down on a small couch sticking out of the wall. Mew jumped on to his lap to get away from the crowd. They both don't like crowd, it seemed.
At the far side of the entrance he saw three pokeball separated from the other pokemon for a special reason he heard someone said, "Limited pokemon! Charmander, Squrtal and burbasaur! Only the winner scored highest in the pokemon exam get one of the pokemon!"
Pokemon exam? He never took that. He saw Sora digging between the crowd with a grin. "We're going to take the exam."
"What is the pokemon exam?" Michael said, not wanting to take a stupid test and only can guess that it is about pokemon.
"Well, it sounds like you need to pass this test to get a pokemon license. I lived in a small town so I didn't know about it."
Michael had nothing to say. They were catching pokemon without permission, meaning breaking the law. With a sly smile, Sora dragged Michael to the room where the test was held. "Don't worry. We'll get charamander at the same time!"
The test room was filled with kids of many ages, most of them being 10, writing madly that was making the test paper burn. If there's a fire, Michael didn't know if anyone was going to say anything about it. It was so queit in here. Michael peered at his test hoping there's an answer he knew. What beats poision type pokemon? There's a poision type pokemon? If there is one, he didn't want to get near any of them.
The two trainer came out of the lab skimming through their test result."Woot! Look like I could get charmander" Sora said, stopping on her tracks as waiting for someone to praise her. She turned to see Michael looking relieved.
"I passed too, somehow." Michael didn't know why he passed the test, not having any interest in pokemon till meeting Sora and Mew. Maybe the person who made the test was smart as him, facted that Sora scored the top three.
Stuffing the result into his jeans, he saw another person walking out of the lab. A girl with a orange long hair straped together in a ponytail, a charmander at her side. Shocked, Sora ran toward her as soon as she saw the girl. They caught the girl's attention. "I heard someone else wanted a charmander. Well, too late." The orange haired girl patted the charmander as she spoke, no pity in her words.
"But that's not fair! I wasn't there yet!" Sora complained. The girl picked around in her yellow pruse and got out a paper, unfolding it front of Sora. Sora stepped back in awe. "I scored the highest, so I should choose first."
"Why you..." Her sentence stopped there when the girl lean sideway to see a nidoran nibbling
the grass around Michael and pointed. "Is that your pokemon, or are you a pokemon yourself?" She smirked as Sora's cheek redden beneath the brown short fur.
"No I'm not! Come here Mckawl." From the big tree shaded them a noctowl flew down, cawing angry as her owner was. Michael, not really caring about loosing charmander, sits down with Mew.
"Hmm... I could try out my new charmander, but shouldn't you be getting your pokemon?" The girl walked away with charmander at her side, blazing fire-tipped tail waving about made it harder for Sora to ignore. The two orange disapear out of Sora's eye sight when she spoke. "Kids these days. Don't respect their elders."
Chapter5-Who stolen it?-
"Darn it! How could I haven't guessed? She's a thief!" In the field of tall grass growing around them, Sora roared scaring away the weak pokemon in their path. Michael flinched, almost knocked down by the sudden outburst. The two pokeball containing burbasaur and squirtle was stolen from the lab. Sora ranted it was the girl trainer they met.
"Her name is Amanda?" Michael checked, standing upright.
Sora stopped abruptly. "That's what I got from her test result paper... or it might be fake!"
Michael stopped along side, freaked out by the white object shinning between the hedges along with some hissing. He felt Sora looking over his shoulder. The grassed waved, red eyed purple rat steaming with anger came out, chomping it teeth.
"A ratata! Michael, it's your chance!"Sora said like a pokedex. "All right." Michael sighed, not excited with it. First pokemon battle excite begining trainer, but that was not the case with him. A weak voice comanded. "Go Mew." Catching it's attention, Mew stood up straightly on it's hind leg, red eyes glaring fiecefully at the enemy. "Um... scratch?"
"Myu!" The nidoran sqeaked, raising its tiny claw as it wobble toward the purple rat, who lowered it's head getting ready for an attack. Before Mew could slice, ratata dashed right into Mew's stomach.
"Myu" Crying out in pain, Mew was thrown back, flying up and slamed two times on to the ground. Michael looked down at his feet.
"Mew! Are you okay?" Nidoran, covered in dirt, rolled back to her legs whizzing in pain. Mew didn't look well, but it still got up ready to attack again. Michael felt awful.
"Just attacking the enemy isn't going to work. Go weedle!" Sora stepped out streching the arm holding a pokeball. A wavy red energy flew out shaping into a horned worm like creature on the dirt.
Without a noise from weedle the older trainer thought what to do next. "I never used him before. Let's try string shot." Crawling very slowly, weedle spit a white string from it's tiny mouth obsured by it's big nose. The string flew beside ratata missed by an inch. Sora was about to give a second order when ratata wacked weedle with tackle.
"No weedle!" Ratata give the final blow, biting weedle with it's infamous front teeth.
"That didn't work either." Michael slanted his eyes looking right directly at the mouth wide open Sora. Kneelt down, he patted the poor nidoran. In return, Mew pointed it's nose to his hand and sniffed. Mew was a weak pokemon, but cared about him. Mew didn't run away when rhyhorn attack them. There was some weird connection between them, he knew.
"At least I'm trying." Sora trampled angerly toward ratata, freeing one pokeball from her belt. She aimed the pokeball at ratata when it was sucked into a light then to a pokeball.
Sora jumped back. "What's happening?" There was another trainer in the path, a dark tall one. They met her once before last night, a best match for a angry ratata. The pokeball wobbled till the pokeball glow faded, picked up by the dark trainer. She never lost the sight of them, especally Sora.
"Huh, you again! Are you people following me or something?" Right now, Michael noticed the dark trainer's eyes was red and blood shot, lacking in confort. Her hand not occupied by a pokeball was at the belt five rested on it.
"No, not you. Someone else though, for your information." Sora kept staring at the pokeball like she was waiting for it to pop out. Even the night before, there was a rivalry situation build between them, begining with ratata, now Michael didn't know what it was. He didn't like this sort of thing. Only thing he can do was to stay out of it.
"Oh, who could it be?" The dark trainer said, clicking the pokeball back to her belt. She was grinning a little, noticing some jealously from Sora. She was enjoying this. To make it more fun, crossing her arms she skywarded her eyes talking in a annoying tone. "Is anyone else bothering you?"
Sora called Mckawl over with her hands, to keep her mind off of ratata, shoting glares at the dark trainer. "Someone named Amanda. She's the suspection of the two stolen pokeball from the lab."
The dark trainer's eyes concentrate back to Sora. "Amanda? Huh. By the way, what's your name?"
"Sora, what's yours?"
"Yasha."
Sora didn't like her attitude... or Yasha she called herself. What bothered her the most was, she was just like her, a none human trainer. The difference was Sora never got a million of pokeball bombarded while Yasha was qualified for it. Large snort, crouched knees and a black skin like snorelax, anyone would think she was a new pokemon. Sora heard Yasha sigh. "Is that all?"
"If you haven't seen a orange haired girl or a trainer walking around with bulbasaur and,or squirtle, or you're not going to give me the ratata I was going to catch."
"Well then, all is fine. See ya!" The devil-tipped tail swung as the dark body turned facing away. Sora was too busy sending glares when Michael spoke.
"Wait! You stole the Pokemon!" Michael pointed his skinny finger right at Yasha, at the belt where a pokeball marked with a leaf hanged. Yasha stopped dead for a second, her fingers trailing around the belt. In a quick speedy action the dark trainer took the pokeball into her hands and tossed it across the field.
"Go bulbasaur!" A green pokemon carrying a bud on it back was formed, growling at them.
"Gah! How could you! Mckawl, use peck!" Mckawl flew down, hitting bulbasaur with her beak. The plant pokemon cried falling on it's side.
Sora dashed toward burbasaur, crouching beside it. She tried to hold the plant pokemon in her arms, but the growling told her to better not. "Flying beats plant. Now, why did you steal them?"
The dark trainer lowered her head looking sadly below at bulbasaur, showing resentment. The field was silent then Yasha looked up with determination and a scowled face. "It's better than being stuck in a lab! And I don't hurt them!" Unlike the complaints before, she sounded like an sentiment. Still, Sora didn't accept injustice.
Closing her arms around bulbasaur to hug it, evading the snarl and waving claws, she carefully stood up. "That might be the case, but stealing is wrong. Now, gimme back my bulbasaur!"
"No, It doesn't seem to like you at all. I don't think it's fair to give them to some high scored dip! I'll find a trainer for them." Yasha took out a pokeball marked with a green leaf, walking toward Michael who looked perplexed and scared from what happened last night.
"You. Are you a good trainer?" Michael didn't move, slowly nodding in answer. He didn't know if he was, but someone's asking so maybe he is.
"Here, I'm going to give you bulbasaur. You're the best choice out of two." Michael took the pokeball staring at it.
"I don't know if I could handle it." Bulbasaur was gradually getting calmer, weight of the bud slugging heavily on the back. Sora patted bulbasaur's head gently. "See, I'm not so bad. I'm a good person." Tiredness it might be, but bulbasaur loosened it's guard. Maybe they'll be an okay team.
"I think Sora should have it. I couldn't let Mew beat ratata."
"I can!" Sora eyes was lited up with glee, skipping over to them. Some shook showed off from bulbasaur's face, turning back to the dropping face of 'I don't care'.
"Bla! Fine! I don't care!" Yasha shouted, watching Michael with disgust. They're all stupid, she thought.
"You're mine bulbasaur! I'm calling you Yohan!" Bulbasaur squeaked, noting it name as Mckawl greeted, 'She's a weirdo, but not such a bad trainer but choosing names'