From the Diary of Katy Jameson
Mom’s in her room crying again. There’s no news about Kent, she’s really taking it hard. David tried to tell her it’s not her fault but she seems to think he ran away because he hates her.
I just hope Kent’s alright.The other night Danielle told me these stories about old ghost pokemon that haunt the Road between New Bark and Cherrygrove. They wait till night and snatch little boys and girls. It’s completely ridiculous, but still...he’s always been a little adventurous, but never anything like this before. Hopefully he hasn’t done anything downright stupid. If he really did run away I’ll kill him.
Kent blinked, his eyes watering and instinctively turning away from the bright ray of light shining in from the window. He groaned slightly, shading his eyes with his hand and yawning.
Sitting up, he suddenly remembered where he was. The second floor of the Rest Home was clean, though devoid of furniture just like the first. They seemed to be in some kind of bedroom, as Kent could see one door leading into a bathroom and another into a small closet.
Seth was already up, an earphone in one ear. His short brown hair was disheveled, and there was a small crack in the corner of his glasses, but otherwise he seemed okay. He motioned for Kent to sit down next to him, and Kent stood, stretching he arms and legs before slumping onto the floor.
Seth offered him the other earphone, and Kent took it, noticing that it was connected to his Pokedex. Seth had a small virtual map up, and Kent could see a small blinking red dot that he assumed was their location.
“Olivine is still a few days away,” Seth whispered, highlighting a section of the map by the seaside, “but at our current pace we should make it there without much difficulty.” He glanced around to make sure everyone was asleep, and tapped the screen twice. The map was replaced by a picture of Noah, along with a lot of little words Kent wasn’t going to bother to read. “I checked out Noah and Faith,” Seth said quietly, handing the Pokedex to Kent. Kent scrolled down a bit, checking to see all the badges he had won. It was impressive.
“Paranoid much?” Kent asked, scrolling through the Kanto and Johto badges only to find the Hoenn and Sinnoh ones. Not only that, he had several high finishes in the various region Leagues.
“We just got attacked by a Sitter. You should be paranoid too,” Seth shot back. “But they seem okay. Faith is in there too, but she only has one badge. As far as I can tell they’re who they say they are.”
Kent tapped the screen a few times, bringing up a small clock. “It’s about eleven. Should we wake everyone up?”
Seth shrugged. “Why not? I’m kind of ready to get moving.”
Kent stood, wincing as he finally noticed his sore muscles. “Ow.” Apparently he couldn’t actually walk several miles without any consequence. Wonderful.
Seth stood also, casually stretching out his neck before walking over to Cece and giving her a light kick in the ribs. She moaned and turned over on her side, and he shook his head before grabbing the bottom of her sleeping bag and giving it a good yank.
“Uhg...dammit Seth, let a girl sleep in...” Cece muttered, trying in vain to pull the sleeping bag back over her head. Seth just kept tugging, and eventually she sat up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
“Uh...Dude? Noah?” Kent asked, bending down in front of the older trainer. When he got no response, he poked Noah once on the top of the head.
Noah opened his eyes, leveling a small stare at Kent. “What time is it?” He asked, his voice very soft. “I swear to God, if it’s even a minute before eleven, I’m going to murder somebody.”
“It’s...11:01?” Kent said, shooting a look at Seth. He grinned, shaking his head and holding up two fingers. “10:59...”
“Oh! You guys are up!”
Kent scooted away from Noah, who was momentarily distracted by Faith’s voice coming from the stairwell. Kent was surprised to see her up and dressed, now wearing a slightly...racy (Kent couldn’t think of a better word) sundress with her ralts sitting on her shoulder
“You’re up?” Kent asked, glancing over towards where she had gone to sleep. Sure enough, her sleeping bag was rolled up and her bag was packed.
“I always get up early. The sunrise is so inspiring, don’t you agree?” She asked happily, taking her ralts in her arms. “I always get my best writing done then.”
“The sun rises?” Cece asked sarcastically, rooting around in her hammer-space pack. “I thought it just appeared in the middle of the sky.” She finally pulled a cheap plastic brush out of her pack and began trying to tame her hair.
“What’s a sun?” Noah asked, shaking his head vigorously and standing up. He was still fully dressed, shoes and everything, and after running his hand through his hair a few times seemed ready to go.
“Seth, your glasses are cracked...” Cece said, reaching out and touching the cracked glass lightly. “Did you lose your back up pair?”
“I don’t like my back up pair. They make my eyes itch,” Seth said, pulling back defensively. “I can see just fine.”
“Whatever,” Cece said, shrugging. She pulled on her white baseball cap, rolling up her sleeping bag as she did so. “Just trying to help.”
Kent turned to his own sleeping back, scrunching up into a roughly ball like shape before stuffing it into his hammer-space pack. He hadn’t changed from yesterday, but he didn’t really care all that much, as his clothes had dried since them and were only a little muddy. “Are we going now?”
“I have to shave,” Noah said, rubbing his mostly bare chin with his palm. “Gimme a sec.”
“Good lord, that took forever,” Keith moaned as Noah finally joined them outside. It was a bright, sunny day, and they had been waiting for the older boy for at least ten minutes. “You didn’t even have all that much hair on your face!”
“You try shaving with a starmie’s water gun as your only source of water. It isn’t exactly easy,” Noah said, tossing Cece a red and white pokeball. “Thanks for letting me borrow him.”
“Least I could do,” Cece said, grinning. “Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?”
“I’m glad you guys are going to Olivine too,” Faith said as they started walking. “Noah’s good enough company, but he can be a little moody.”
“Why are you guys going to Olivine?” Keith asked. “Bit of a coincidence, that we’re both going to the same place?”
“Not as much as you’d think,” Seth said. “This road is the quickest way to Olivine from pretty much anywhere in the Southern section of Johto. And I hear there’s some big conference being called there in a week or two.”
“It’s just a lot of scientists that are too smug for their own good getting together and talking about how great they are,” Noah said, rolling his eyes. “The only reason I’m going is because the Leaders Training Program needed a representative and I’m the youngest.” He scoffed. “Rookies always get the worst jobs.”
Seth responded, but Kent had tuned him out about halfway through his second sentence. Seth was cool and all, but he talked about really boring stuff sometimes.
“So Kent,” Faith said, walking up beside him. “What do you think about the League so far?”
Kent looked up at the blond girl, who was smiling sincerely down at him. “Uh, it’s alright I guess. I mean it’s only my second day, so I don’t really know what it’s like yet.”
“You got attacked by a sitter on your first day? Bummer,” Faith said, her smile shifting quickly into a pout.
Kent narrowed his eyes. “Bummer? What, am I five? That can’t be how you actually talk.”
Faith looked at him for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then she threw back her head and laughed. “Oh thank God,” she said between gasps. “I was afraid I was going to have to talk like that every time you were in earshot.”
Kent’s eyebrows shot up into his bangs. “What?”
“My mom always taught me to be really guarded around kids, like what you say and stuff. I mean, I love her, but she’s kind of a ***** right? You know moms.”
Kent shrugged. “Not really. Mine died when I was really little.”
“Oh my God!” Faith said, stopping dead in her tracks and wrapping Kent in a hug. “I am so sorry! I didn’t want to make you sad.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Keith said, his arms hanging awkwardly by his sides. “It’s not like I ever knew her, so why would I be sad that she’s dead? She was a stranger.” He shrugged. “So not really something you need to apologize for.”
“That’s an...interesting perspective. You’re not curious about her at all?” Faith asked, standing up and increasing her pace to keep up with the rest of the group.
“Nah. I mean like, if she was still alive then yeah, I guess. But she’s not, so there’s no use angsting about it, you know what I mean? I don’t want to be one of those people who’s constantly complaining about how much their life sucks.”
Faith smiled. “That’s pretty mature, kid. I can see why you were approved.”
Kent smiled weakly. “Yeah...”
“So which test was your least favorite?” Faith said. “I mean like, to get accepted? I hated the physical test. All that running...and carrying all that stuff too. We all get hammer-space packs, so I don’t see why we need to carry stuff...it’s not like it’s got any weight when it’s in there.”
Kent nodded, looking out over a field they were passing. “Uh...yeah. The physical test. That like, sucked.”
“I know! But surely they didn’t make you carry the same amount we had to right? I mean you’re so small!” She giggled. “Sorry. But it’s true.”
“I am not small!” Kent said, eager for a chance to turn the conversation away from his “testing”. “I’m a little below average.”
“Otherwise known as small.”
“Small and below average are completely different. Just ask...what the hell is that?” Kent stopped dead in his tracks, pointing to a rising cloud of dust coming over the hill in the distance. After a moment, he realized it wasn’t rising as much as it was getting closer - something was heading towards them, and fast.
“Not a Jenny,” Noah said, gripping Kent firmly by the shoulders and steering him to the edge of the road. “Their cycles don’t kick up that much dust. It must be some kind of pokemon.”
Kent watched in awe as the thing covered what must’ve been a mile in only about a half-minute. As it came closer to them the dust cloud began to shrink and move slower, finally skidding to a halt a few dozen feet in front of them.
Kent instantly recognized it as a Rapidash, but still pulled out his pokedex. It gave him a small thrill every time he pulled it out, a real and tangible reminder that he was a League trainer.
The Flaming Horse Pokemon.
At full gallop, it can achieve speeds of 150 miles per hour, and it’s mane begins to spark violently.
“It wasn’t even going at full speed,” Kent said, looking at the horse pokemon in awe. “I want one.”
“Maybe later Kent,” Cece said, walking in front of him to get a better view. “Look, the trainer’s getting off.”
Kent peered around Cece’s legs to see a girl not much older than himself slide off the Rapidash, followed by a large bald man . She kissed the pokemon on the nose and turned to the bald man, who recalled it into a pokeball. The girl turned and walked closer to them, stopping just a few feet away from Kent’s group
“My name is Diana Giotto,” She said, smiling and running her hand through her dark hair and blushing. “I’m a new trainer. I don’t suppose any of you would like to battle?”
Seth arched an eyebrow, while Faith fought off giggles. From their reactions, Kent guessed that this wasn’t how challenges were usually made - or maybe it was just the fact that the girl looked so ridiculous. Her hair was tangled and filled with dust from the ride on the Rapidash, and her makeup had been completely ruined. Her eyes were red and there were tear marks running from their corners to her temples, and Kent had to guess that she had been going at that speed for a while, without any kind of protection. Not exactly the smartest move.
She blushed and shrunk back at the older trainer’s reactions, but Kent stepped forward, his pokedex humming. “I’m game," he said, walking over to Diana. She was only a little taller than Kent, and looked only about thirteen - and very out of place in the middle of a dusty road. Looking her up and down, Kent noted that while a mess, her clothes were very expensive looking, and she wore a diamond necklace that looked authentic to his eye. (Not that that was saying much)
Diana paused for a moment, studying Kent carefully. “Aren’t you a little young to be a pokemon trainer?”
“Look who’s talking,” Kent shot back, grabbing Snicker’s pokeball from where it hung around his waist. It expanded in his had, and he tossed it up and down, waiting for her response.
Diana narrowed her eyes. “I didn’t expect to meet another underaged trainer so soon. Where did you test?”
Kent swallowed. “Goldenrod. Why? Where did you
“I tested at Goldenrod too...” Diana said, looking back towards the bald man behind her. “Anton, do you remember him?”
“Afraid not,” Anton replied, his voice heavy with an accent Kent couldn’t quite place - he knew it came from the northern regions of Unova, but the exact name escaped him. “But we weren’t exactly there 24/7 Ms. Diana. It’s possible we missed him.
“Hn,” Diana grunted, obviously unsatisfied with Anton’s response. “Fine. You’ll do.”
“I’ll do?” Kent asked, arching an eyebrow. “Oh screw you Princess. You’re going down.”
Diana smirked. “I doubt it.”
She removed a pokeball from her belt, spinning it between her hands before throwing it high into the air. There was a flash of light, and a Murkrow was suddenly flapping it’s wings overhead, flying in tight circles above it’s trainer.
Kent flipped open his pokedex, and Diana rolled her eyes.
The Darkness Pokemon
Murkrow Confuse Would-Be Attackers By Luring Them Into Dark Mountain Trails, Where They Are Sure To Get Lost.
“Sounds like a bit of an *******,” Kent said, smirking. “I guess you two match.”
“Murkrow!” The bird called, landing on Diana's shoulder.
“Shut it,” Kent muttered, bouncing Snicker’s pokeball in his palm again. He let it fall to the ground, where it returned to his hand almost magnetically after opening.
Diana’s eyes noticeably softened when it saw Snickers, but she said nothing, instead opening her pokedex and fiddling with the controls. Behind her, Anton did the same, and Kent noticed that Noah, Faith, Seth and Cece were whispering among themselves, tapping at their own pokedex.
His own pokedex beeped, a small light in the corner flashing green.
You Have Been Challenged to a CASUAL BATTLE By
(Trainer Grade 0)
Kent hit accept, his finger twitching with a sudden fit of nervousness. He clicked on the rules for a casual battle, which was basically a 1-3 pokemon battle with no direct attacks against the trainer.
(Trainer Grade 0)
Requests A Bet Of P$50
Again, Kent hit accept. He had plenty of money, and there was no way this girl was going to beat him anyway.
“I guess it’s all settled then,” Diana said, smiling. She kept her pokedex open - as did Kent, though he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do with it. After a moment of debate, he pulled up Snicker’s stats, including a list of the moves Snickers knew. Kent tried to bring up Diana’s Murkrow’s (who, according to his pokedex, was called Jazz) move set, but it appeared blank - apparently it was exclusive to the trainer’s pokedex.
“This is a one pokemon battle. I’ll start this off,” Diana said. “Jazz, use peck!”
Jazz dive bombed Snickers, his beak glowing with focused mental energy. Kent waited until the last second to give his own command.
“Snickers! Roll left! Counter with Sonic Boom!”
Snickers rolled to the left, but Kent’s wait had cost him, allowing Jazz’s peck to clip him on the shoulder. Snickers cried out, but responded with a sonic boom - at such close range, the was no way Jazz could dodge the attack. He flew backwards, but recovered in mid air and retreated to a safe height.
“Don’t let up,” Kent muttered. “Keep up the sonic boom. Don’t let it catch it’s breath.”
“Buizel! Buizel! Bui!” Snickers shouted, whipping it’s tail through the air.
“Jazz, dodge! Get out of it’s range!” Diana shouted, obviously agitated at her pokemon’s disadvantage. Now with room to react, Jazz was able to get to the edge of Snicker’s attack range without injury.
“Are you ready Jazz? Use pursuit!”
“Sonic boom Snickers! Don’t let it get close to you! Force it to use long range attacks!” Kent shouted. Behind him, Seth and Noah exploded into muttering. Kent couldn’t spare the time to look back, but they seemed to be debating something.
“Murkrow!” Jazz shouted, it’s entire body covered with black energy. He shot forward, dodging around Snickers’ Sonic Booms, and collided with a flash before speeding away.
“Now turn around and use peck!” Diana shouted, sensing an opportunity.
Kent grit his teeth. “Quick attack!” He shouted, glancing down at his pokedex. Snickers shot forward, vanishing for a moment before slamming into Jazz full force. Jazz let screeched with pain, but a second later tapped Snickers’ shoulder with his beak.
Snickers fell, his arm bleeding heavily, and hit the ground with a thud. He landed a few feet away from Kent and lay still.
“Snickers!” Kent shouted. “Get up! Get up dammit!”
“Jazz, finish him off with peck!”
“Snickers...” Kent muttered so only the buizel could hear him. “I need you to hold on for about half a minute.”
Jazz’s beak began to glow.
“C’mon Snickers. The first thing you need to do is give me a sign if you’re still in this.”
Snickers twitched, ever so slightly.
“Good enough,” Kent said. “Wait for a second will you? Be ready to go on my mark.”
Jazz dive bombed Snickers, his wings tucked close to his sides. “Good...” Kent muttered as the murkrow dropped closer. “Wait...” Murkrow was only feet away from Snickers now. “Snickers. Water Sport.”
Snickers’ cheeks bulged, and it shot a large cloud of Water in Jazz’s face. The Murkrow, crying out in surprise, tried to pull up, but the sudden blast of water had left it heavier, and therefore slower than normal.
Snickers suffered no such penalty. “Finish it,” Kent said, his face breaking out into a grin. “Quick attack.”
Snickers flew forward, and hit Jazz while his back was turned. The Murkrow dropped like a rock towards the ground, and probably would’ve died had Diana not managed to return him to hiss pokeball before he hit the dirt.
Snickers hit the ground and rolled, dusting himself off and looking very smug with himself. Kent smirked, watching his pokedex transfer the money they had bet to his account. He bent down and grabbed Snickers, shaking him roughly. “Ya did good kid,” he said in a poor imitation of a gruff army sergeant. “Ya did good.”
“Bui!” Snickers responded, looking at Kent’s hammer-space pack expectantly. “Buizel!”
“Ah, screw you,” Kent said good naturedly, pulling out Snickers’ pokeball. “I’m out. You can have one later.” With a click of a button, Snickers was recalled to his pokeball.
Diana was standing in the road, looking at her pokeball with a numb expression. Without a word, she turned around and stalked towards Anton.
“Hey! Princess! Don’t just leave without a word!” Kent shouted, laughing. “What, you had your *** kicked enough for one day? Gonna go home and cry to mommy?”
Diana stopped in mid step, her hand clenching and unclenching, finally turning around. “Kent Nicholas? We’re going to fight again. And you are going to go down. Hard.” She turned away and walked up beside Anton, who already had his rapidash out and waiting. Bending down, he helped her up and then got on himself.
“Yeah, you better run!” Kent shouted, waving his open hand in front of his face. “You can’t see me! You can’t see me!” Diana grimaced, but wheeled the rapidash around and took off the way she came. Kent pumped his fist one last time before turning around.
Cece and Faith were looking at him sternly, while Noah and Seth were trying to copy them. “What?” Kent asked, immediately defensive.
“That wasn’t exactly great sportsmanship Kent,” Faith said finally. “Diana didn’t deserve that.”
“Yes she did!” Kent protested. “Are you kidding me? Of course she did!”
“Really?” Cece said skeptically, shaking her head. “What did she do?”
“She...she...” Kent said, trying to remember exactly what Diana had done that was so offensive. “She was a huge *****.”
Seth snorted. “Look Kent, I know you’re excited about your first win. But taunting your opponent after they’ve already lost? That’s a bit of a low blow.” He shrugged. “There’s no rules against it, but it’s in poor taste man. Especially against someone that young.”
“I’m that young!” Kent shot back. “You totally can’t play that card!”
“He has a point Kent,” Cece said. “Think about how happy you are that you won. Diana is just as disappointed as you are excited, and you taunted her. That's just mean.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Kent muttered, looking down at the ground and scuffing his foot on the dirt path. “I get it already.” He wasn’t quite ready to forgive Diana for...well, doing whatever it was she had done (and he was sure she had done something) but that didn’t mean he couldn’t regret it a little bit. A little bit. A microscopic inch. Maybe.
“The next time you see her I want you to apologize,” Faith said sternly. “Alright?”
Kent was about to respond, but Noah cut him off. “Are you serious Faith? This isn’t a freaking children’s card game. Kent’s a part of the League. He’s fully capable of making his own decisions, so stop ordering him around.”
“Ugh!” Faith muttered, shaking her head and stomping off. Cece shook her head again and followed her.
“Whatever,” Kent muttered, looking at Snickers’ pokeball angrily. “You know what? I don’t even care. She deserved it.”