Hi everyone! Welcome back to my little fanfic. This chapter will introduce Brendan's first pokemon so YAY. Also since not many characters in the anime nickname their pokemon I've decided to give nickname all of his pokemon. Anyway I hope everyone is having a great week so far and enjoy!
Chapter 4:Meet Skipper
The following days after the "tossing books" incident proceeded rather slowly for the brunette boy. He still hadn't given up on trying to find out what pokemon was inside his egg. Every evening, like before, he would pester his father in an effort to get him to crack, but his father had the iron will of a Metagross, refusing to rise up to his son's pestering.
At one point the young boy had even threatened his father to throw more books at his face, but much to his disappointment his father knew the boy was bluffing. Or at least the professor really hoped he was. He didn't want his face to be at the end of another of his son's book tosses, but he also refused to crack under his son's threats.
Finally an exasperated Brendan went back up to his room after pestering his father for perhaps the upteenth time that evening to observe his egg. Over the past month he had been careful to keep the egg in its incubator while also occasionally taking it out to clean it. He had to make sure that the egg stayed at a constant temperature as to not threaten the baby inside as well.
He had noticed that it would occasionally move while sometimes making soft noises. At the sound of noises, he had grabbed a stethoscope from his father's bag to hear for the baby's cry, but it would always seem to quiet down when he placed the metal circle on the shell.
He remembered the next day, how he had read(before his books were confiscated) that babies like hearing music. At this he carefully took the egg downstairs where his mother was busy in the kitchen preparing dinner. He headed towards the living room, towards the stand where the television and the sound system sat. He placed the egg gently on the coffee table and began opening the drawer on the stand where the CD s were organized. His mother came in from the kitchen hoping to catch more of her favorite show before noticing her son looking through the CD collection.
"Brendan, honey what are you doing," she asked as she sat down on the long couch in front of the television.
"I read in a book that babies like to listen to music. It didn't say what type of music though. You have any clue mom?" the young boy asked while still shuffling the CD s in the drawer.
His mother looked to be contemplating for a minute before she answered, "well I guess any type of music would work."
"Ok mom. Let's see. What about pop music?" pulling out a CD of a pop band from a couple years back that grew rapidly in popularity.
"Don't think the baby would like that one. Try something else." She spoke while looking at the blue egg sitting on the table. Brendan had placed the CD back in the drawer and pulled another one out.
"I think the baby will like death metal," pulling out one of his dad's favorite band's records.
At this Lisa sweatdropped saying, "I don't think the baby would like that either."
The sound of the front door opening revealed the tall form of a brown haired man wearing a white lab coat. "I'm home," he said rather tiredly before plopping down on one of the dinner table chairs.
"Long day Edward?" Lisa asked as she went to the kitchen to fetch dinner for her family.
"You have no idea Lisa," he said, stretching his arms high above his head. Brendan meanwhile had placed all the records back in the drawer before closing it. He gently grabbed his blue egg carrying it over to the dinner table, then placed it carefully on the wooden surface.
Professor Birch was mentally preparing himself for the assault he was about to receive from his son.
Lisa had returned, placing plates in front of her family members with Brendan's plate being more than twice the size of the others. As Professor Birch had suspected he began to get assaulted by his son's questions. At this point he really hoped that the little baby inside would hatch soon so he didn't have to to endure the pestering anymore.
Maybe it would been better to just give the boy the pokemon already in its pokeball instead of an egg, the professor thought as he began eating his dinner.
"So dad do you know what type of music babies like?"
"Umm… have you tried death metal? I'm sure they would like that."
"Edward, just because you like death metal doesn't mean everyone does." Lisa cut across the conversation.
Brendan clapped his hands together, "Oh I know who to ask," he beamed.
He ate the remaining of his enormous serving like a vacuum cleaner. He grabbed his plate and placed it on the kitchen sink. From there the boy ran to the living room where the phone was placed on a small stand.
"Hey Edward, you don't think he's gonna ask Professor Elm what pokemon is inside his egg do you?" Lisa whispered in case Brendan heard her and got any ideas.
Before Birch could respond he heard his son's voice from the living room. "Hi Professor Elm, there's something that I want to ask you about pokemon eggs." At this Birch stood up, sprinting towards the living room snatching the phone out of his son's hands despite the various protests from him.
"Elm this is Birch, don't answer any of Brendan's questions on pokemon eggs," he exclaimed before receiving a laugh from the other end. He handed the phone to a sulking Brendan, who only looked at his father with a blank stare. "Looks like my job here is done, have fun talking to Professor Elm Brendan." A large smirk was present on the father's face.
Brendan wasn't about to take this lying down as he placed the phone back on ear and asked, "So Professor Elm, can you tell me why dad is such a big meanie and how can I throw books harder at people's faces?"
At this Birch grabbed his son by the arms and lifted him up into the air catching him in his arms before he began a relentless ticking attack.
"I'm not a meanie," he said fighting his son's struggling and loud shouts to stop through his laughter.
"Yes you are dad," he barely managed to get out through his laughter.
The sound of cracking caused the two males to stop as they noticed the egg on the dinner table beginning to hatch. Brendan was quick to push himself off his father, sprinting towards the dining table, his father close behind. Lisa, who was at the kitchen, also entered the room curious on what made the cracking sound. Brendan placed himself directly in front of his egg as the shell kept cracking and a bright flash of white light was emitted from the egg. After the light had faded, there was a small blue quadrupled pokemon with a large fin on its head and orange cheeks.
"Mud.. Mudkip," it said staring at the boy in front of him. Brendan was smiling from ear to ear at his pokemon.
"Mudkip!" it exclaimed jumping and landing on Brendan's arms snuggling into his chest. Brendan had embraced Mudkip is soft warm hug while the pokemon kept snuggling into his chest.
"Hi Mudkip, my name is Brendan nice to meet you! Will you be my partner?" the boy asked completely ecstatic on his pokemon's hatching.
Mudkip reciprocated the action letting out a nod still snuggling into the boy's chest.
"Huh finally, I didn't know how much more of pestering I could take Brendan. Take good care of him now will ya." Birch spoke as he pulled a pokeball from his lab coat pocket handing it to his son. "Here son make it official".
"Thanks dad," grabbing the pokeball from his dad's hands then facing Mudkip. He gently tapped his head with the ball and was sucked inside. The ball shook three times before it clicked.
"Welcome to the team Mudkip, you'll need a nickname later," he spoke to himself. He jumped to his feet yelling "I gotta go show May!"
He let the small blue pokemon out as he ran towards the door in a frenzy. The sound of his mother's stern voice stopped him in his tracks.
"Brendan Birch, it is too late to go show her! You'll have to wait till tomorrow" his mother sternly said stopping the young boy from leaving the house even though he had already placed his shoes on.
"But mom" he said holding Mudkip in his arms.
"No buts young man, now it's time for your bath and bedtime".
"Ok mom," he sulkily said as he made his way towards the upstairs bathroom with Mudkip in his arms.
As he was in bathtub, Mudkip calmly swam in the warm water enjoying its comfort. "Umm you look like a Skipper. Do you want to be called Skipper?"
Mudkip stopped to face the boy. "Mudkip" he nodded diving into the water then slapping the boy in the face with water the little blue pokemon picked up with its tail. This earned a loud laugh from Brendan who also began splashing his partner with the bath water. After their splashing war had ended, the two dried themselves off. Brendan dressed in his blue pajama pants and red t-shirt ready for bed.
The sound of a grumbling stomach made Brendan face-palm himself as he remembered that he hadn't fed his new pokemon. He cursed himself for a second calling himself a bad parent before crouching down to the pokemon's height.
"Skipper want to get something to eat," he said once he was dressed. Skipper nodded and soon the pair went down the stairs to the kitchen. His mother, who was reading a magazine in the kitchen, asked what he was doing there. The boy said that Skipper was hungry and wanted something to eat.
She smiled, then pulled out bowl of Pokemon food she had made earlier in case her son had forgotten to feed the pokemon. A good call on her end if she did say so herself.
Skipper happily dug into his bowl, enjoying for the first time the taste of food. As soon as he finished, Brendan picked him back up, said goodnight to both of his parents and headed back upstairs to his room. He placed Skipper on the bed then Brendan plopped down soon after grabbing the blanket, wrapping himself and Skipper in its warmth.
"Goodnight" was the last thing that was heard in the room as the two slept.
The following morning Brendan was ecstatic in showing May his partner. He had quickly dressed out his pajamas and dressed in his usual black shorts and red t-shirt. Luckily for both him and Skipper, his parents were already awake with Lisa having already made breakfast for both boys.
"Morning," Brendan said through a mouth full of pancakes. This led to yet another playful scolding from his mother. Brendan then received a short lecture from his father about proper caring of Pokemon.
He didn't really need to explain much as the boy already read up prior to Skipper hatching, but he still listened either way. Birch then told him that he would be returning his Pokemon Breeding books which caused Brendan to let out a loud "Finally. I've been wanting to read up on those books Dad."
After discussing the many aspects of pokemon training and breeding Birch told Brendan that he was welcome to accompany him in his fieldwork trips now that he had his own Pokemon. Brendan paused for a second thinking of his options then nodding giving his approval to work with this father.
Shortly after, Birch got up from the table, took his dish to the kitchen sink, messed up Brendan's hair in a way only a dad could, then kissed his wife goodbye. Brendan was quick to follow after his father as he soon performed the same actions minus kissing his mom goodbye and messing up his hair. He grabbed Skipper who had finished eating his food, put on his tennis shoes and waved goodbye to his mother saying he would be back later.
He ran out the door with Skipper on top of his head as he made his way towards the Maple residence.
He rang the doorbell maybe a couple too many times and a distant "Coming" was heard from the inside. The door quickly clicked open revealing a groggy Caroline who still had on her pink bathrobe. She looked like she had just gotten out of bed. Her eyes scanned her surroundings before she focused on Brendan.
"Oh Brendan, what brings you here so early?" she asked while fighting the yawn that that was threatening to come out.
"Good morning Mrs. Maple I just wanted to introduce May to Skipper up here," he said pointing to his head where Skipper was laying staring at Caroline.
"Well isn't he just the cutest little thing," she beamed as she rubbed his head earning a couple delightful coos from the water type. "She should still be sleeping. Why don't you head upstairs. I'm sure a good surprise would wake her up." She was fighting the smirk that was slowly growing on her lips.
"Thanks ," he said entering the house and taking his shoes off placing them by the door.
"Morning ," he greeted as he saw Norman watching the morning programs on the television.
"Morning Brendan," he responded though he was enveloped on the talk show host speaking with and old man that was the Lavaridge Gym leader. Brendan had rushed up the stairs to May's room. It a door that had "May" spelled out using red wooden letters. He had only been to her room handful a times, roughly the same amount of times she had been in his room. He knocked loudly on the door and waited for a couple of moments. When he didn't get a response he opened the door where he saw the girl still sleeping. A devious smirk crossed his face as he jumped on her bed earning a loud shriek from the girl.
"Brendan it's way too early for this," she stood up on her bed barely able to see Brendan through blurred vision.
"Good morning sleepyhead," he teased through a toothy grin, although his top front teeth were still missing.
She groaned for a moment, stretching her arms out. After she had gained her senses, she asked "So why are you here anyway? Don't you have anything better to do than bother me?"
"I actually wanted to introduce you to little Skipper here," he said pointing to the water type lying on his head. "He hatched last night".
May who was still gaining her senses finally noticed the small water type on Brendan's head. When she fully saw the water type she thought, out of all Pokemon why did he have to get that one? I can't see what makes it so cute.
"Isn't he just the cutest May?" Brendan gushed taking the water type off his head and into his hands so he was facing May.
"I guess he is kind of cute," she said quietly.
The water type apparently having sensed her dislike for him, decided to better or worsen the situation depending on who you ask, narrowed his eyes and shot a water gun at the young girls face. May was quickly taken aback by the cold feeling of water striking her face as she was sputtering in an effort to stop the water attack. When the attack had finally ended she noticed that Brendan had fallen off the bed and had hit the floor unable to control his laughter. Skipper soon followed relishing in the girl's misfortune.
May was feeling utterly miserable. She felt cold and her hair and clothes were dripping with water onto her bed. She spotted her amused neighbor who was laughing uncontrollably along with the water type. She wiped the water out of her face, her eyes filled with fury.
"Brendan did you train him to do that!?" she asked threateningly.
Brendan had just calmed down just enough to answer her back. "May he just hatched last night, even I don't think I could train him fast enough to do that. Maybe he just doesn't like you," he began laughing again and was now clutching his pained stomach from all the laughter.
"But why would he hate me then?" she asked getting off her bed as her clothes were miserably dripping with water.
"I don't know May. Maybe your ancestors were grass types," he continued.
He went into the bathroom and grabbed a towel for May to dry herself with. "Here May," handing her the towel. She snatched it out his hands and began drying her head and trying to dry her clothes. After a couple minutes the pair had decided to head downstairs.
As they arrived downstairs, Caroline was the first to notice her soaked daughter. "May why are you all wet?" she asked as she soon grabbed another towel to help her dry off.
"Well Brendan and his stupid pokemon decided to wake me up by using water gun on my face".
At this comment, Skipper who was on the floor shot another water gun which struck her square in the face again. This time however it wasn't just Brendan and Skipper that were laughing but Caroline looked she was struggling to keep it in. Even Norman looked like he was about to crack up.
"Brendan I swear you trained him to that!" She yelled, anger in her voice again.
"As I said May, maybe your ancestors were grass types or he just doesn't like you," the boy said struggling not to laugh again.
"Actually Brendan let's test that theory out," Norman said as he made his way towards the group where he gently picked up the water type and held it close to his face. Skipper merely offered a bright "Mudkip!" cry enjoying being held in the man's hands. Norman handed the blue Pokemon to his wife where the water type offered her the same remark earning a nice head scratch from the mother.
"Yep May, maybe he just doesn't like you," Brendan said once his theory about May's ancestors being grass types was disapproved.
So that's the end of the fourth chapter. Hope you guys enjoyed. Next chapter will be about May's birthday so look forward to that.