10/15/10 リン雨
Satoko was a chatty little thing. Age eleven and she had already crossed Johto, Kanto, and Hoenn; she showed me all twenty-four badges, which had lost the shine to them because she forgot to polish them regularly. She had an adventurous spirit and a rather stubborn attitude with a burning desire to prove herself to the world. She was kind to top everything off; her Pokémon just as nice. She talked about her home, how spontaneous her mother was and how much she took after her.
It seemed like her entire life story that she told me, and I listened to her every word. When she was finished, she offered to buy me lunch, which my growling stomach accepted without argument.
During our meal, Satoko made me tell her about myself. I'd come from a rich and influential family, my parents were strict and not very caring, also my father was the head of an evil company that the police always questioned me about. I was organized, focused only on one thing at a time; the exact opposite of Satoko in every way shape and form. The only thing we really had in common was our Pokémon, the two of us unbelievably strong.
Even though Satoko was a nice little girl, part of me didn't think I could get along with her. As we parted at the end of the day, I swore to myself that I would never make contact with her again.
But no matter where I went, she would always be there.
I hope you enjoyed. Reviews would be nice.
Until next time, nakamatachi.
~RS