Fire Ice and Lightning
Chapter One: Making a Deal

Yellow

I heard Mom's distinct footsteps long before I saw her. I smelled something delicious. Taking another sniff, it smelled like pumpkin. And that meant—

"Oh Yellow." She almost sang. "I know that you're not in bed yet, so come have a slice of pumpkin bread. I just got it out of the oven."

At the mention of Mom's delicious fresh-baked bread, my twin brother Red and I perked up instantly. "Can we Mom?" Red begged. "Please?"

Mom laughed. "Okay. But only if you go to bed right after you're done."

"Awww." We complained in unison like the twins we were. "But Mom—"

"No buts." She interrupted. "I know you want to say up and wait for your father, but too bad. It's after eleven, and you don't want what happened to your father to happen to you."

I gulped, knowing exactly what she was talking about. When Dad first started out on his Pokemon journey, he woke up late and was left with only Pikachu.

Of course Pikachu became one of the strongest Pokemon in the whole entire world without ever evolving (and to this day he still refused to evolve for reasons that none of us but Dad could ever hope to comprehend), but that's not the point.

"Who's butting?" A voice asked.

"Dad!" I cried. "You're just in time. Mom made pumpkin bread!"

A timer beeped.

"You forgot cake." Mom said jerking her head in the direction of the kitchen.

I took a sniff, and sure enough she did have a cake baking. How could she not tell us?!

"Cake?!" Red, Dad and I exclaimed indignantly, again in unison. We did that a lot. "You made cake and you didn't tell me?!"

Mom sighed exasperatedly. "Yes I made cake, to celebrate Red and Yellow getting their first Pokémon tomorrow." She said. "And I'll not hear any more complaints about it."

"Actually I've got a present for them." Dad said shifting his arms so that Red and I, and Mom too, could see exactly what he carried.

"Eggs? Pokemon eggs?" I asked excitedly. Dad had never even let us see an egg, let alone have one, so this was pretty exciting.

He nodded. "Yup. The yellow ones are for you Yellow, and the red ones are for your brother. They should turn out to be fire and electric types. See the symbols?"

I looked closely at the two he brought me. On them were pictures of lightning bolts.

"Oh yeah. Cool." I said tracing the patterns. "What do you think they'll hatch into?"

Dad shrugged. "Well I feel a really strong Aura coming from the one in your right arm, and a barely weaker one coming from the one in your left arm. The opposite with Red's."

I raised my eyebrows, but didn't comment.

"So, do we have to wait until they hatch to go on our Pokémon journeys?" Red complained. "That's gonna suck!"

We both wanted to go on a journey really bad. For me, it was because I was mocked and tormented by the girls of the town. Red wanted to get away to keep from losing his temper at them (he was way too overprotective of me) and because going on a Pokémon journey was the adventure of a lifetime, especially considering who our father is.

"Yes." Mom snapped. "You do."

"Awww." Red and I whined.

Mom sighed. "If you go to bed right now, I'll take you for a Ponyta ride tomorrow afternoon." She announced. She always knew just how to bribe us.

The reasoning for taking us in the afternoon is because we're hardly ever up before ten o clock in the morning. We both liked to sleep late.

I perked up, as did Red. "Really?" I asked hopefully. "You'll really take us for a Ponyta ride?"

Mom grinned. She knew just how to work us. "If you go to bed without more than five more complaints, I'll let you go by yourselves."

Red and I brightened.

Mom had yet to let us go on a Ponyta ride by ourselves, even though we were thirteen (Mom and Dad both agreed, though it was more like Mom thought and Dad was forced to agree, lest he get shocked by Shinx, that it would be better if we waited to go on a Pokemon journey or something along those lines).

"One song?" I pleaded.

Mom rolled her eyes. I was obsessed with music.

"Just let her." Dad said before she could reply. "We all know that one day Yellow's gonna be the next battling singer."

I flushed a bright red color. "Dad!" I objected. "Do you really have to say that?"

"I'll say it if it's true." He retorted.

I sighed. "I just can't win." I groaned. Mom and Dad beamed at me.

"Well, go on. Sing a song for us. Preferably something with a bit of a rock edge." Red requested. "Those are the ones I like the best."

I nodded. "'Kay." I looked at my brother, and as if by a silent cue, he picked up his guitar (he'd begged and pleaded with Mom for lessons, though it was Dad who finally agreed and paid) and began the rocking tune of the song.

The song started out fairly slow, but it would pick up. I took a deep breath and began to sing, circling as if I were in a fight.

"I still hear your voice when you sleep next to me.
I still feel your touch in my dreams.
Forgive me my weakness but I don't know why.
Without you it's hard to survive."

Here the tune picked up and I took my cue to start dancing around as if I were fighting someone. I liked to fight, a lot.

"'Cause every time we touch,
I get this feeling.
And every time we kiss,
I swear I could fly.
Can't you feel my heart beat fast?
I want this to last.
Need you by my side.
'Cause every time we touch,
I feel the static,
And every time we kiss I reach for the sky.
Can't you hear my heart beat slow?
I can't let you go.
Want you in my life."

The lyrics had stopped, but the tune was still fairly fast. Finally, the tune slowed down and so did I, circling as if waiting for my opponent to make a move.

"Your arms are my castle,
Your heart is my sky.
They wipe away tears that I cry.
The good and the bad times,
We've been through them all.
You make me rise when I fall."

And now the tune picked up again, and so did my movement. Whenever I sang this song, I liked to pretend I was fighting against someone. Don't know why. I just do.

"'Cause every time we touch,
I get this feeling.
And every time we kiss,
I swear I could fly.
Can't you feel my heart beat fast?
I want this to last.
Need you by my side.
'Cause every time we touch,
I feel the static,
And every time we kiss,
I reach for the sky.
'Can't you feel my heart beat slow?
I can't let you go.
Want you in my life."

I danced around for a minute or so before singing the last verse of the song.

"'Cause every time we touch,
I get this feeling,
And every time we kiss,
I swear I could fly.
Can't you feel my heart beat fast?
I want this to last.
Need you by my side."

Mom and Dad both started clapping.

"Do you have everything ready for tomorrow?" Dad asked.

I gave him a look. Sometimes I wondered how he became the greatest Pokémon Master ever to walk the earth when he was such a space brain.

"Well they might hatch tomorrow, you never know." He said. I shrugged. "Oh, could you two look after these eggs too?"

He retrieved two pairs of eggs, one pair decorated with ice symbols, from his backpack. I tilted my head to the left in confusion, though Red voiced exactly what I was thinking.

"Are they not for us?" Red asked.

He shook his head. "Nope." He answered. "Their Auras aren't a close enough match. Besides, you've already got two."

I shrugged. He did have a point. "So, do you have any idea who it might be?" I asked curiously. "The one who gets the other two eggs I mean?"

He shook his head. "Well no, but they tell me it'll be two girls, about your age, from another dimension." He replied.

"'They tell you?'" I repeated giving him a sidelong look. "What the hel— heck do you mean by that Dad?" I hastily corrected.

He shrugged. "Yeah. They talk to me from inside the egg."

I raised a skeptic eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

He nodded. "Here." He placed a hand on my shoulder. A warm feeling flowed through me. He lifted his hand, and the feeling stopped. "Touch your eggs and see what happens."

I shrugged, but figured it wouldn't hurt anything. "Well, okay." I said and touched the one with a thunderbolt surrounded by fire under a rainbow.

"Who are you?" A voice asked me.

"I'm Yellow." I replied mentally. "I'm the one Guardian Ash gave your egg to."

"Then you're the one I've been feeling. You're my chosen trainer."

I frowned. "Chosen trainer?" I repeated."What's that mean?"

"It means I chose you to be my trainer." The Pokemon explained. Okay, weird."My egg won't hatch until I choose."

"And you chose me." I guessed. I could feel or sense or whatever the Pokemon nod.

"Yes I did."

I didn't know whether I should feel honored or whether I should groan, because look at my dad. The Legendaries always had something for him to do, and while, yes, he did become a great Trainer, he was always involved in some crazy save the world scheme or something like that. "You know, I don't know whether I should feel honored or groan." I said. "You're a legendary after all. Aren't you?"

"Maybe I am." The Pokemon replied. "And then again, maybe I'm not."

I groaned aloud.

Dad gave me a curious look. "Whacha groanin' 'bout, Yellow?" Dad asked.

" Damn— er, darn mysterious Pokémon won't tell me whether it's a Legendary or not. Quite frankly, I don't know whether I should be honored, or whether I should groan." I replied with an exasperated sigh. The reason I kept correcting myself was because Mom didn't especially like us swearing, for one reason or another. I wasn't sure why.

"You already did groan, didn't you?" He pointed out.

I would have flipped him off if I wasn't sure I'd get a tongue lashing from Mom.

"Okay, well if it is a Legendary Pokémon, I don't know whether to be honored, or groan more than I am now." I amended rolling my eyes.

"Ah. Anyway, you should go to bed. You don't want to be tired for your Ponyta ride tomorrow, do you?" Dad asked teasingly.

I snapped to attention and jokingly saluted him. "Hai, Otou-sama!" I mock bellowed, grinning from ear to ear. "I'll go right to bed."

Dad laughed. "Goodnight then. I'll see you in the morning."