Hey guys, Kurama here with the remade version of Pokemon: Kurama version. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
"Talk, now!" someone says
"Go Golduck, Attack!" Someone says.
"Thoughts," Someone says
Let's begin!
"Ugh, where the hell am I?" A groan escapes my lips as I force myself to stand up, unsure of my surroundings.
I take out my phone from my pockets and power it up, sesrching for any apps that could help me leave this place.
There was app called Map and the pther one named Pokedex.
When the fuck did I download a Pokedex app?
I didn't even know there was one.
Even my music player and games were gone.
I'm starting to get a bad feeling about this.
Licking my lips, I tap on the map app and bring it up.
And then I almost drop it in shock.
I say almost because there's no way I'm cracking the shit out of my phone a second time.
I couldn't believe my eyes, I even felt a little faint right then and there.
Because there was the little blue indicator for where I was, I was at the beginning of a massive road named Route 1.
A bit ahead of me, there was a town labelled Pallet Town and a good two minutes ahead of me there was another, named Viridian City, which was a good fifty minutes behind me.
"What the actual fuck!" I shout.
Quickly closing down my map, I opened up the interior folder and to my relief, the camera function was still there.
Quickly firing it up, I pointed the lens side at me and took a quick selfie.
"No fucking way." I mutter in disbelief as soon as I see the picture.
Because I wasn't looking at my adult self, I was looking at myself around twelve or thirteen.
How did I know that?
For one, I have now black spiky hair, my face is a lot thinner than I remember, onyx eyes are much darker.
I'm wearing a black T-shirt with a white hoodie over it and black pants with a white dragon on the front of it.
It's basic, I know.
Oh, and there was a backpack on my shoulder too it seemed.
Stowing my phone in my pocket I swing the bag off of my shoulders and kneelabove it on the ground.
It feels light, but hopefully, there would be something I could use, preferably my wallet.
But when I open it and look inside, all I can do is gape as I look at a small group of shiny red and white Pokeballs sitting innocently alone inside.
"You've got to be shitting me!" I growl, standing up with one of the fake Poke balls in hand.
Five of them in total.
I've played enough Pokemon games to immediately understand someone out there was fucking with me. Five was the amount given to any starting trainer in every game as of generation three.
I swing my backpack over my shoulder and walk in the direction of Pallet Town.
Making myself presentable, I approach the lab with a look of confidence
"Hi, I'm here to get my first Pokémon," I tell Oak, whose eyes seem to squint for a second before they go back to normal.
"You must be one of the new trainers that emailed me a month ago. Come!" He says, motioning me to follow him, which I do.
We go a bit further down the place, where my eyes spot three Pokeballs, which I'm gonna guess are the Kanto starters.
"Do those Pokéballs contain the three regional starters?" I ask the World-renowned Professor with a curious look on my face.
"Yes, but the fact you could tell at a glance is very surprising. I can tell that you will be one of the greats, which is why I want to sponsor your journey as a trainer." He says as we stop in front of a table, which contained the three starters.
This is a big thing.
Getting sponsored by someone in this world has to be rare, especially if ut's by Professor Samuel motherfucking Oak of all people doing it.
The question is, why? Why wpuld he sponsor me, of all people?
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Best not look into it.
Maybe he's just doing this out of the goodness of his own heart, which is dumb but again, you won't hear me complaining.
"May I have your Pokédex, please? It's register your future Pokémon to my lab when it exceeds the limit of six." He then says before I hand him my phone.
He goes to his computer then plugs a cable to my phone and then types a few things on the computer.
I hear a chime from my phone before he unplugs the cable from my phone and hands it back to me and I stow my phone back into my pocket, not seeing what further use it could give me.
"Now that that's over with, let's see what you can take..." He mutters before going over to the table where the Kantonian starters are.
He takes a looks inside each of them before he releases a sigh of disappointement.
"I'm sorry, I forgot that three trainers came in earlier this morning. Old age must be catching up to me, huh?" He says, playing it off as a joke.
Great...
I can't get my badass Charizard like I originally planned.
Guess it's back to the drawing board for me.
To make up for the fact that I couldn't get my Starter, he hands me 10 Poke Balls, 10 Potions, 10 Burn Heals, 10 Ice Heals, 10 Paralyz heals, 10 Antidotes, 10 Awakenings, some food for my Pokemon, a Badge Case, a Berry Pouch and 5000 Pokedollars.
All of which will help me tremendously in my journey, though I'll make sure to re-stock up on at Viridian City if possible.
"Thanks again for the sponsorship!" I tell him before sprinting out the door, unable to stay in the building another second.
I mean, I'm already set for my journey, barring for the fact that I don't have a Pokémon at my disposal.
Well, there's high enough chance that I'll run into a few before I reach Viridian City.
I give a particularly large stone on the ground a harsh kick that sent it soaring off into the grassy distance.
I run to where I threw the rock when a guttural squeak of pain resounded through the area from where the stone went flying.
I hear a loud sound of outrage and turned to find a god damn freaking rat running at me and its tail was fucking glowing!
It was so damn fast I only had time to roll slightly out of the way before it skewered me.
I hissed, pain flaring at my ribs, it hadn't completely missed me.
Whirling around to face my attacker, I froze in shock.
Because standing in front of me was a god damn Pikachu. The mascot of the Pokemon franchise.
It's easy to recognize them with how many I've caught over the course of my pokemon gaming career, wanting to replicate Ash's Pokemon team from Kanto.
"You've got to be shitting me..." I whispered.
Its tail began to glow once more. That wasn't a good thing.
I thought fast and furiously, there were a ton of moves that electric pokemon used with their tails that caused them to glow.
That could be Brick Break or hell even Iron Tail.
I definitely didn't want to get hit by a Iron Tail.
I've seen Pokemon kill people in the manga with moves like that.
If that thing hits me I was a dead man.
But as per usual, my temper always has to get the better of me.
"I dare you to try that again you sack of shit!" I shout at it angrily. I was so done with this shit. "I'm gonna fucking beat you down and piss on your grave, you stupid little bitch!"
The Pikachu let out an outraged squeak at that.
With a powerful spark of electricity, the little mouse runs at me like a bullet.
I'm too angry to be afraid though.
I wait.
It takes less than two seconds for it to close to the distance.
But it had to turn to hit me, otherwise, it would just be a full-on body tackle and my body weight would let me win the day, even if I was a average thirteen-year-old again.
So when it turns, I take my chance.
I punch that motherfucking rat in the face as hard as I could.
It squeaks loudly in pain, thrown back into the dirt with all the force I could muster in my fist and never before was I more glad that I'd only recently been kicked out of my kickboxing classes for being too rough at twenty-two.
It lands on its back making an odd squealing noise of pain and my damn hand felt like somebody took a freaking metal baseball bat to it.
Call it instinct I suppose but the minute that mouse hit the dirt, I wasn't idle.
The Pokeball in my other hand left it in a flash and before the bird could get to its feet, the sphere hit it straight in the chest to my utter awe and astonishment, I watch as the mouse is sucked inside of the damn thing in a burst of red light.
I pant deeply staring at the ball. It began to blink red and roll around.
One blink, two and then I let out a deep breath as it pings loudly just the way the anime did to signify a capture.
I collapse on my ass then, "Oh my fucking Arceus!" I laugh loudly and outrageously, still trying to cope with my new reality.
Either I was freaking dreaming or somehow I've been de-aged and thrown into the Pokemon world.
This is some of the weirdest shit that's ever happened to me.
It was then I remembered I had a Pokedex app.
Reaching into my jeans I grabbed my phone before booting up the Pokedex app.
It looks no different than the Pokedex you saw on the official Pokemon website, you know the one with the cool sprites and news of tournaments and whatnit?
It's like that except, there in the corner was a little button that said scan.
I press it.
"No Pokemon given capture lens." A monotone voice says.
I blink for a moment before realizing I had the camera lens pointed at the ground.
I get up on shaky feet before making my way toward my newly captured Pikachu's Pokeball and picking it up.
I aim the lens at the Pokeball and hit scan again.
"Pikachu, the Electric Mouse Pokémon. Pikachu is an electric-type Pokemon, When it is angered, it immediately discharges the energy stored in the pouches in its cheeks. Gender: Male, Height: "1′04″-Moves Known: Charm, Growl, Nasty Plot, Sweet Kiss, Thunder Wave, Thunder Shock, Slam and Quick Attack. Egg Moves: Disarming Voice (Locked), Charge (Locked), Fake Out (Locked), Flail (Locked) and Wish (Locked). My phone turned pokedex informed me.
Fucking shit.
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Wait, why didn't it use Slam on me?
I mean, I saw it use a small Echoed Voice to disorient me and that was one awesome tactic in itself I'd need to keep that in mind, but if it used Quick Attack there's no way I would have been fast enough to punch it.
Was this just a case of it- him not taking me seriously?
Granted now that I think about it, in the anime rarely did any human think to hit a Pokemon back, only Ash and the like had ever done that.
Either way, I did confirm one thing at least. Well, if this wasn't some dream or delusion at least.
I'm not in the game verse, I'm in the anime one, which is still a theory 'cause of where I am currently.
It could be an amalgation of both the games and the anime, which something I kinda don't need in my life, especially with how fucked up Team Rocket is gonna be soon.
Nonetheless, the Pikachu I just caught kinda freaks me out 'cause Pikachu in the games didn't learn Slam till like level 20.
And I seriously doubt that if this were the game a level 20 Pikachu would be sitting in Route 1.
I shake my head.
Hallucination or not, there's no time for me to panic or over think about these sprts of things.
I need to find somewhere I can stay.
Wait a minute...
Didn't Pokemon Centres give free lodging to trainers?
Viridian City is where I'm gonna go next, and then I'll think about if I want participate in the gym challenge or not.
Suddenly, my Pokeball bursts open in a ray of blinding light and Pikachu materialized standing on the ground in front of me.
"How did you-?" I ask, beffudled on the how he could've gotten out of the Pokeball when I didn't even touch it.
"Pikapi Chupi." He says, expecting me to understand what he just said.
Hmm, if only there was Pokemon translator app in my phone then I'd be able to understand him a lot more but I suppose I'll just have to wing it until I reach Viridian City.
"Do you want to stay out of the Pokeball?" I ask and he nods furiously, which kinda confirms something for me.
A lot of Pikachus hate staying in their Pokeballs for some Arceus damned reason.
I'll ask Professor Oak when I reach Viridian City.
But for now...
"Alright then, you can stay out but if we're gonna do this then let's get a few things out of the way. I never meant to hit you or any other Pokemon when I kicked that rock. I was just... frustrated I guess by everything that's happened. You understand that, right?" I explain, to which he shakes his hand in a maybe kinda way, which is just adorable.
He's like a child, well a child that can and will kill you if you piss him off but a child nonetheless.
"Chu Chu Kapi." He says again, which probably meant that he understood what I said.
"Okay, great. My goal is to become Champion of the Kanto Region. The road upahead will be long, arduous and very difficult. We'll have to overcome many trials to prove our strength to the world but I believe that we'll be the victors in the long run. So, whaddya say, are you in?" I tell him, extending my fist to him, who looks at it in deep consideration of my words.
After a long moment of thinking though, he brings up his paw to my fist and smirk on his face, to which I reply with one of my own.
"Alright then, buddy. This is the start of our journey and together, we shall fuck up all of the bitches."
With that, we set off to Viridian City, ready for our adventure to begin.
Nathan's Pokemon
Pikachu: Male- Static
Charm, Growl, Nasty Plot, Sweet Kiss, Thunder Wave, Thunder Shock, Slam and Quick Attack.
Trainer Card
Name: Nathan Pendragon
Age: 13
Pokédex: 1/1015 caught
Starting town: Pallet
Pokédollars: 5000
Badges: 0/8
Ribbons: 0/5
Tower symbol: 0/7
Pokémon on hand: Pikachu
Pokémon at Oak's:
END!
Before I hear people complain in the reviews, I did NOT copy Jord's fic. I only got some ideas from it, which is apparent by the fact that my character went to Pallet Town instead of Viridian City.
I'm also gonna use some of the captures I used in my previous Pokemon fics so yeah, unless you've got a suggestion for a Pokemon, I'll be using these for the story.
You can also review or PM'me if you want to see Nathan Catch a particular Pokemon since I'm not gonna be relying on rolls to catch a Pokemon unlike Jord, who does so for his story.
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