Struggles with a Rival
I got to the back of the Lab and not even a second after I got back there, Blue was already acting like his typical self.
"Gramps! I'm fed up with waiting!," he said angrily.
"Hmm? Blue? Why are you here already? I said for you to come by later… Ah, whatever! Just wait there." Oak said confused. He turned to me and said, "Look, Roan! Do you see that ball on the table?" 'Of course I can! It's only as big as me!' I thought.
Oak continued, "It's called a PokeBall It holds a Pokemon inside. You may have it. Go on! Take it!"
Before I could go grab it, Blue yelled, "Hey! Gramps! What about me?"
"Be patient Blue, I'll give you one later."
Awkward family moments, I'm glad I don't have those. Mom rarely makes a fuss or has to argue with me about anything. She raised me as her own, the least I can do is not be a burden. As long as I've lived with her, I can't recall a time where I've done something to upset or make her flustered.
I walked around the edge of the table, slowly eyeing the Pokeball. I wondered what was inside. I always thought that the selection would be bigger. In the posters for the Trainer Challenge, they had Charmander, Squirtle, and Bulbasaur to choose from. This was not the case, as there was one. But which one was in there? This was highly unfair. I don't even get to choose. I got closer and hoped that it was a Charmander. There was something about Charmander that I liked. Maybe it was the cuteness of it. Bulbasaur was the weakest in my eyes, it being weak to Bug, Ice, and especially Fire. And Squirtle, no. Definitely not.
I stretched my hand out to grab the Ball and before I knew it, Blue bodychecked me out of the way and into the wall and grabbed the Ball.
"No way! Roan, I want this Pokemon!" he said fiercely.
I couldn't believe it, Blue snagged the Pokeball! It was almost in my hand, and he took it. What now? Does this mean my adventure is over before it even began? Before I could even say anything, Oak was already yelling at Blue
"Blue! What are you doing?"
"Gramps, I want this one!" Blue said sternly.
"But, I… Oh, all right then. That Pokemon is yours. I was going to give you one anyway…" Oak replied sounding quite upset.
I don't get it. Oak was once the greatest Trainer in the world, why does he let his grandson push him around like this? Does he know something that he's holding against his grandpa? I went to yell at Blue to give me the Pokeball and to stop acting like a spoiled child, but Oak called to me.
"Roan, come over here."
Blue watched me coldly as I walked over to the Professor. What is it with this kid? I've known him since I got here and he's always been this way towards me. But, today…. he's different. I honestly don't know what I did to him. I approached Oak and looked at him. His face was mixed with emotions. He looked sad, but happy. Such sadness and fear in his eyes, yet smiling like he was proud. Oak put his hand on my shoulder and patted me, while saying..
"Roan, this is the Pokemon I caught earlier. You can have it. I caught it in the wild and it's not tame yet."
I had a Pikachu. Not my first choice, but still a good Starter. Charmander though…
Oak then asked, "Do you want to give a nickname to Pikachu?"
"Yes. Breaker."
I smiled at Oak and took my leave.
Blue shouted behind, "Wait, Roan! Let's check out our Pokemon. Come on, I'll take you on!"
Damn, didn't even get past the bookcase.
He stood 10 feet away, and just stared at me. Without warning, he threw his Pokeball. Luckily, I have good reflexes. I threw my ball and it collided with his in midair. Two flashes of white shot out of the Balls and manifested into our Pokemon on the floor.
Finally, my first battle.
"Where is he? How am I supposed to make sure he's okay if he won't come out?" The little Pokemon thought to itself. "He can handle himself. I know he can," it thought as a tear ran down its face.
There it is, the next chapter. Leave any comments, both positive and negative. Both are welcome, but please leave some positive with the negative so I don't feel like I'm not doing anything right.