Hey all! I'm Aqua059, but you can call me Aqua. I'm no stranger to the world of fanfiction, but this is my first time posting a story on Serebii. The main reason I'm doing this is because of the utterly noobish reviews I get on ff.net - you all know the type. I'd like some REAL constructive criticism.
The 'first chapter' I'm posting here is actually the first two chapters from ff.net put together.
-This story has absolutely zilch to do with PokeSpecial. Freesk is just a very cool name for a Caterpie.
-Yes, the Bayleef mentioned is Ash's Bayleef. Technically, this story takes place in the anime world, but it really doesn't have anything to do with the canon characters.
SUMMARY: Fuega isn't too pleased when she is suddenly whisked away from her nice, cozy home at Professor Oak's lab and given to what is, in her opinion, an utterly NOOBISH Trainer. Just as things are beginning to calm down for the unsettled Charmander girl and her new teammates, she is kidnapped by a Hunter to be sold on the Pokemon black market - and her life as a feral creature begins. Fuega will be the one to walk the border between close, yet completely seperate worlds...this is her story.
“Charmander, use Ember attack now!”
Sparks of fire rained down on a green bug, causing it to squirm in pain. A young boy stood about seven feet away from it, looking smug and confident.
“All right, Charmander, step back!” The boy held up a red-and-white sphere, preparing to throw it. “Pokéball, go!” With a swing of his arm, the sphere was sent flying through the air. It struck the dazed insect and swallowed it up in a flash of light, then fell to the ground, where it jerked and rolled for a few seconds. There was a small click and the ball stopped moving.
The boy ran over to the motionless capsule and picked it up, striking a pose. “I caught a Caterpie!” he cheered.
Nearby, a small orange lizard watched its Trainer as its flame-tipped tail twitched back and forth. “Big deal, Kevin. You caught a bug. I baked the thing with Ember. Why does it matter?” The creature sighed and sat down heavily. She didn’t expect her Trainer to understand her – no human could. But she felt more than a bit of irritation at this nitwit who had chosen her as his Pokémon. She would much rather be back at the Professor’s home with her two best friends than with this dingbat human who couldn’t tell a Wurmple from a Weedle.
The Charmander, whose name was Fuega (though her Trainer was unaware of this), sighed as she remembered them. Her two best friends, Daffodil and Blue. She had spent her entire childhood playing with them, learning with them, growing alongside them. She had thought nothing could separate them.
Heh…This must be nothing, then.
Daffodil was a calm, modest, and kind Bulbasaur. She hated arguments, but loved to settle them. Fuega always figured that it was because she spent so much time with the two older Bulbasaur that helped the Professor.
Blue, on the other hand, was loud, boisterous, and loved to play tricks. So far in his troublemaking career, the crazy Squirtle had managed to start a Tauros stampede, short out nearly every electrical appliance in the lab with some well-placed Water Guns, unleash a very mad Jigglypuff on the Professor and his assistant, let a lot of Bug Pokémon into the lab, paint on every wall at least once, and cause Bayleef to ground him over sixty times.
Fuega herself was somewhere in between. She loved a good practical joke every now and then, but she wasn’t a total goof like Blue. The three were inseparable. Until three days ago.
Fuega remembered that morning so vividly; it felt as though it only happened a few hours ago. She had been lifting herself gently out of the fog that was sleep, when suddenly…
The Charmander was jolted suddenly into the real world with a high-pitched shriek as she jumped five feet into the air. Upon landing, she glanced around frantically and saw Blue, standing next to her with a pin in one hand, a burst balloon in the other, and a huge grin across his face. When he saw Fuega’s panicked expression, he burst into laughter.
“Oh man, that was hilarious!” he howled. “You – you shoulda seen your face!” He rolled on the floor, laughing crazily.
Having recovered from the shock, Fuega gave him a death glare and raised her clawed hand to smack him upside the head. Daffodil got there first, though.
“Owwww!” Blue moaned, holding his head.
Daffodil gave a little hrmph and retracted her vine. “Then you shouldn’t have been mean to Fuega.”
Blue gave his aching head a little shake. “Party pooper,” he grumbled. “C’mon, Bayleef and the Prof’s assistant have our breakfast.” The three headed into another room, completely unaware of what would happen that day…
And here she was now, barbecuing worms. How wonderful.
As she munched on a piece of Pokémon food, Fuega cast a glance at the green insect Pokémon that was her new teammate. The Caterpie saw her looking his way, and tried to start a conversation.
“Hi! I’m Freesk, a Caterpie!” he squeaked.
Fuega looked coldly at the bug. “I can see you’re a Caterpie,” she replied in an icy voice.
A tiny sweatdrop appeared on Freesk’s head. “Eh…What’s your name?”
Fuega glared. “Fuega. Do you need to know anything else?”
The sweatdrop increased slightly in size. “Um…no.”
“I’m going to keep eating, if you don’t mind.”
Huge sweatdrop. “…Okay…”
Kevin was apparently finished eating, because he stood up and addressed the two Pokémon. “Good to see you two are getting to know each other,” he said with a smile on his face. Fuega gritted her teeth. “We’ll reach Pewter City within the next week,” he continued. “There’s a place there called a Pokémon Gym, where Trainers battle a Gym Leader for an official League Badge. So if we’re gonna win, we have to get stronger. Tomorrow, we’ll face off against some of the Trainers in this forest.”
Fuega felt a sense of impending doom. Oh, no…
Training began very early the next morning, and consisted mainly of beating the living Mew out of small wild Pokemon. Fuega had to admit, Freesk wasn’t as weak as he looked. In one short battle, he defeated a Pidgey with only two Tackles. He worked pretty well with Kevin, too, following commands while creatively expanding on his Trainer’s loose instruction.
Fuega decided to give the kid a slightly harder time. Her first battle of the day was with a Spinarak, and an angry one.
“You’re going down!” the spider hissed. It shot a few poisonous spines from its clicking mandibles for good measure.
No such luck, idiot, Fuega growled mentally. She blasted the Poison Sting away with a few blasts of weak fire and leaped at the Spinarak, flashing her claws. It scuttled away and spat some shiny silk at Fuega’s feet, which connected with a sticky thwap!
“Mew!” she cursed, stumbling and crashing to the ground.
Kevin looked a bit flustered at his Pokemon’s disobedience. “Charmander, you need to get that stuff off! Use your claws to Scratch yourself free!”
As much as Fuega hated to admit it, he was right. She slashed at the substance binding her legs, growling in satisfaction as her claws sliced through the layers of fine silk.
Her Trainer smiled. “Great job, Charmander! We’re back in action! Now hit that Spinarak with a nice strong Ember!”
This time, Fuega obeyed, spitting hot cinders at her enemy. The Spinarak screeched and fled, bearing several small burns on its body.
Kevin looked jubilant. “That was awesome!” Fuega smiled at the compliment, feeling…proud? And undeniably…content.
The next few battles went smoothly, with only the occasional bout of mischievous rebellion on Fuega’s part. Freesk looked quite pleased at her change of heart, cheering her on during particularly tricky matches.
The trio continued on through the forest, avoiding the occasional Pinsir that crossed their path. “Man,” whined Kevin after thirty minutes, “not one Trainer has challenged me. Not one. And we’re almost out of the forest!”
“Ha!” a young voice laughed. “Looks like that’s about to change!” A short kid with a wide-brimmed hat jumped out of the forest to our right, brandishing a large net of the kind used to catch bugs. He waved it around wildly – Kevin only just ducked in time – and held up a Pokeball. “I challenge you!” he shouted again. “One-on-one!”
“All right! Charmander, you ready?” Kevin asked. Fuega nodded. The kid didn’t look like much – probably only had a Weedle or something. She had almost forgotten why she disliked Kevin in the first place – he wasn’t as bad a Trainer as she thought. The lizard Pokemon jumped forward, letting out a battle cry that was heard by the humans as “Chaaaaaaaaaa!!”
The bug catcher threw a Pokeball into the air, and Fuega’s opponent materialized.
“Ah,” Kevin choked.
“Eep!” Freesk squeaked.
Fuega stared, gulped, swore, gaped, and whistled, in that order. “That is a big Beedrill.”
“You gonna make the first move?” the Beedrill’s trainer chuckled.
Kevin gulped, looking petrified. “A-ah, sure,” he managed to stammer. “Charmander, use – ah – Ember!”
“Take this, big guy,” Fuega snarled. “Pfaa!” She spat glowing cinders at the Beedrill, who winced a bit as the attack hit its mark. For the most part, however, it took no damage, and raised its arm-stingers menacingly after Fuega’s attack had ceased.
“No such luck, lizard brat,” the bee Pokemon hissed. Its Trainer commanded an Acid attack, and Beedrill rose into the air. “I apologize for your inevitable loss,” it said, in a way that suggested it wasn’t sorry at all. Toxic sludge began to seep from pores in its stingers, and it swooped towards Fuega aggressively.
“Gah!” The Beedrill was fast – Fuega had trouble dodging the splashes of corrosive liquid that flew her way. One jet hit the ground right near her legs, and droplets of the Acid landed on her scaly hide, causing a painful burning. Fuega hissed, clamping her hand over the injured side, and listened for instruction from Kevin. When she heard it, she immediately jumped up to follow his orders. She clamped down hard on the Beedrill’s legs with her teeth, hanging on as it rose in the air and spluttered with rage. With sharp claws and nimble footwork, Fuega clambered up to a position right on top of her opponent’s head, just as her Trainer had told her to.
“Scratch, now!” came Kevin’s command.
Fuega raised her clawed hand, preparing for the blow that might just win them the battle. But this time, an unfamiliar sensation came – her claws were stiffening, sharpening, as though they were becoming a different substance. Because they were.
“I think you mean Metal Claw, Kevin,” Fuega growled smugly, and brought the attack crashing down.
Everything happened very fast – a second later, she was back on the ground, looking at a fallen Beedrill and feeling slightly dizzy from the sudden change in vertical position. The insect twitched, flicked its wings a few times – and started to get back up.
Kevin gaped. “No way.”
“Yes way!” the bug catcher crowed. “One Metal Claw isn’t enough to keep Beedrill down! Twineedle, now!”
A thoroughly ticked-off Beedrill fired two shots from its stingers, both of which hit Fuega square-on. She screeched in pain as the impact hurled her backwards, flipping her a few times in the air before she landed heavily on the ground. Everything was a bit cloudy, and Fuega could only make out Kevin’s dismayed cries and Freesk’s encouraging shouts. With her last ounce of strength, Fuega spat a final Ember; Beedrill, too dazed from a Metal Claw to the head to dodge, received the attack and fell, spent.
Its Trainer hurriedly recalled it and took off running.
“Hey!” Kevin shouted angrily. “He didn’t even give us the prize money! That’s part of League rules! The little cheater… But you were awesome, Charmander!” There was no response. “…Charmander?”
Fuega swayed uneasily on her feet. She was exhausted from the battle of course, but also felt faintly nauseous. Unusual… The world lurched sickeningly, and she fell to one knee.
Everything spun away and faded to black…
“…bit of rest, and she’ll be fine.”
Fuega forced her eyes open, and instantly closed them again. Shafts of bright light stubbornly squeezed between her closed eyelids, stabbing at her eyes and sparking a momentous headache. It took her a while to get used to the lighting conditions, but eventually she opened her eyes fully, taking in her clean, white surroundings. The air had a sanitized tang to it, and it didn’t take Fuega long to figure out that she was in a Pokemon Center.
“What the heck happened?” she mumbled, squirming a bit.
“You passed out,” came Freesk’s squeaky reply. “Kevin freaked and carried you to the Pewter City Pokemon Center. Turns out you were poisoned – must have been that Twineedle. How do you feel now?”
Fuega pulled herself to a sitting position experimentally, winced, and fell back onto the bed. “Like I’ve been in the center of a Tauros stampede.”
Fuega smiled a bit, listening to the background chatter between Kevin and the local Nurse Joy. Maybe Bayleef was right, and this journey thing wouldn’t be so bad. It was probably too early to tell, but hey – might as well make the best of the situation, right?
Kevin walked over. “You were awesome against that Beedrill, Charmander. Once you recover, I think we’re ready to take on the Pewter Gym.”