Shayla Nakamura and the Johto Journey
I do not own Pokémon
Chapter 2: And so it Begins! Part 1
"This is how freedom tastes like, right Glaceon?" Shayla asked her fox-Pokémon companion as they continued to walk through Cherrygrove City, admiring the spectacular view of the ocean from beyond them. This is what they've been waiting for, freedom from being all cooped up in a tiny home with the permission of only going outside to go to the Gym, market, Pokémon Center, or other homes. Even if she did go outside for artificial privileges, she would be under the supervision of Grandfather Pryce. Not only that, but she couldn't go a far distance on going onto any routes, one step, and that's it.
But this, this is what it felt like to be a Butterfree. Nobody was going to boss, dictate, or limit her wishes. It was her life, so why couldn't she control it on her command?
"Glace~," Glaceon sang out with glee as she and her best friend grazed upon the soft sand among them. Although they weren't in the snow, or even close to it, the salty water was the coldest thing Glaceon could feel.
Shayla grinned. She has never seen Glaceon more happy to see the beautiful sight of the ocean, feel sea breeze, and feel the touch of the grains of sand. "I know, this is nothing like Mahogany Town," she said.
Suddenly, Shayla heard a bunch of girly, fangirlish screams. So much for some peace around here, Shayla thought as she shut her eyes in frustration, trying to keep a calm before the storm. She and Glaceon snapped their heads towards to the Pokémon Center where they saw almost approximately fifty girls crowding around some guy and a Jolteon with dark shades on.
She heard a mixture of: "I love you, Tron!"; "Marry me!"; "No, don't listen to her, marry me instead!" and rolled her hard, cold, black eyes. Shayla and Glaceon stood there, getting recent thoughts on how those girls need to get a reality check and quit stalking strange pop star-like boys around and sweat dropping. But their thoughts were interrupted when the guy's Jolteon caught a look at a certain ice-type eevee evolution and ran away while stealing a rose from the nearest bush. The somewhat famous Jolteon then stood in front of Shayla's Glaceon and dropped the rose in front of her.
Glaceon looked at the rose then at the mysterious Jolteon who suddenly turned as red as the rose. Then back at the rose. And then back at the blushing Jolteon who had the I-know-this-is-so-sudden-but-I-think-I'm-in-love-with-you-even-though-we-just-met look on his face. And lastly back at the rose. Glaceon then pushed the red rose back to the the lovestruck Jolteon with her wet nose and stalked behind Shayla. As for the Jolteon, he had a rejected look on his face.
"Jolteon!" the guy with the black shades on shouted as he began to approach the heartbroken electric type.
From a close distance, he had spiked up dirty blond hair and had fair peach skin. Shayla blushed and turned her head to meet the eyes of a horrified Glaceon. The warmth in her cheeks soon faded away when the guy started to speak to her.
"Sorry about that. Jolteon here has a tendency of running away. Did he cause you any trouble?" he asked as he crouched down to meet the gaze of the four-legged electric type and started to pet his head, trying to make him feel better.
Shayla then replied after five long seconds past, "Not really. Well, I think he kind of mentally scared poor Glaceon here." She then gestured her hand to Glaceon who was still horror-struck after the incident. She then looked back at the Jolteon who's shades fell off and saw a miserable pair of eyes that looked almost looked like glass.
"Calm down, buddy. It's not the end of the world or anything," he gently said to his Jolteon as the poor electric fox just drooped his head in shame.
Shayla then looked over the stranger guy's back and saw girls glaring at her and talking trash about her. She then snapped her head back to the guy and she said, "Sorry if we cause any trouble. Glaceon and I have to head out."
Just before Glaceon and Shayla were about to head off to Route 30, the guy stopped her in her tracks by jumping in front of her and by asking, "How about a battle first?"
And just when I thought he was cute, Shayla thought as she started glaring daggers at him with a smirk and a cocky personality plastered onto his face. "And what do I get when I win?" she asked him, still glaring.
"Whoever said you were going to win this?" he asked, his face in her's.
"Just tell me already."
"Okay, if you win, I'll let you go and stop pestering you into a battle."
"Deal."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop it right there. I haven't got to the good part yet."
Ten seconds past.
"Quit leaving us in suspense you dimwit, tell us already."
"Fine. If I win, you have dinner with me. Tonight."
"Don't torture me."
"I wasn't done yet sweetie. And, when I win, you have to travel with me. For the rest of the time you are here on you journey or whatever you would like to call it."
Now, Shayla's eye was twitching. And then, all of a sudden, she started to burst out into laughter and the guy started to look at her in a funny way.
"What's wrong with that?" he asked, eyebrow raised.
"I'm sorry about that, it's just that if you travel with me, my grandfather will kick your lousy butt until you get bruised and run home crying," she said, teary-eyed.
Shayla saw him roll his eyes beyond the black sunglasses. Although he was wearing dark shades, she could feel him glaring at her.
"What's so funny?" he harshly asked as she stopped the orchestra of giggles.
"Nothing. Nothing," she replied as she wiped her glass-like eyes from the tears of laughter that were about to form.
"So, how about the battle?" he asked, blinking at her laughter rampage.
"Oh, uh, mind if you delete the part about dinner?"
"Nope."
"Then, uh, no."
"What are you, scared?"
"No."
"I'm pretty sure you are."
Great, Mr. Cockiness is back.
"No."
"Yes you are, you know it and believe it."
"IF I SAY 'YES' WOULD YOU QUIT IT ALREADY?"
"Gladly."
Shayla was steamed. Nobody has ever done that before (except for Grandfather Pryce who was doing it for fun). And nothing was going to stop her from winning.
Well, look at this now.
Shayla Nakamura, you just made yourself a rival.
Sorry for the shortness (and lameness) once again! But please, review, favorite, and alert this!
P.S. - I MAY be updating every Friday.