Hello, this is my first attempt at writing Pokemon Fanfiction! (And it's most likely a failed attempt as well)
EDIT: Uploading chapters when you least expect them
This is the story of Kris, but not necessarily the same Crystal version Kris as you know her. No, this Kris is much different, and she has a bit of a dark past trying to catch up with her (which is why I'm rating this PG-15). I think I might have rated it a little too high, but better safe than sorry, right?
Note: Italics are Kris's thoughts
Italics in the context of a dialogue simply means the speaker put emphasis on it
Prologue Chapter: Don't Ever Look into a Ghost Trainer's Eyes...It Has The Potential to Hurt
Watching…That pretty much summed up the past three minutes. The numerous ghost Pokémon that lined the abandoned building swarmed around as four figures stood there with eyes locked on each other; one human and three Pokémon seemingly trapped in a stare-down. Kris didn't particularly make a habit of hanging around burned out towers, but at least she had something pretty to look at. With their vibrant appearances the three Pokémon before her were quite a sight to behold: one had blue fur and some sort of crystal shaped head decoration, one had brown fur with a mane the treaded the ground, and one had yellow with a tail that held the shape of a lightning bolt. But one can only watch a Pokémon for so long before getting dreadfully bored, regardless of how beautiful they happened to be, so she tried to call out to them again.
“Is there a reason why I’m here?” She articulated each word slowly so that she could be sure they’d understand. The ghostly figures seemed to be creeping closer to her as though her very presence sparked some interest among them. But the dazzling Pokémon were indifferent, and they seemed to regard her with no more concern outside their un-breaking gazes. Now she was getting angry. “Well if you ca-"
“What’s going on here?” A human voice interrupted.
She turned to see a strange man dressed in an equally strange fashion rush into the room; he abruptly stopped to gawk in what appeared to be wonderment when he took note of the vibrant Pokémon. Really now…a purple suit, a white cape, and a bowtie? Can your clothes be any louder sir? Kris was just about to repeat the snide remark aloud when one of the three Pokémon Ice Beamed a well-sized hole not three feet above her head. After the initial almost-was-frozen-to-death shock was over, Kris whipped her head up just in time to see the three gracefully leaping through the newly made exit.
The sensation of miniscule shards of ice showering over her head, coupled with the blissful sight of the three Pokémon retreating into the sky like some sort of fairy-tale was, for the lack of a better word, breathtaking. The fact that it was such an entrancing near death experience overwhelmed her to the point where she felt compelled to gape at the recently constructed hole without regards to anything else. But of course, the stirring emotion didn’t last for very long, and Kris was a little disheartened to find herself in a room not with ghost Pokémon, not with beautiful colored Pokémon, but with a crazy man in an even crazier get-up shaking her by the shoulders. Violently.
“Well…I learned something new today!” She triumphantly declared. The man ceased his actions to give her a questioning look. Glancing around at where the ghost Pokémon had once floated, before turning to the tuxedo man and pointing to him she remarked “Bring along an annoying enough person and you can scare off even ghosts! You work even better than repel, mister!”
The man paused a moment to absorb her words before going back to throwing inquiries at her, this time with an air of impatience imbedded in them.
“Those three Pokémon…Entei, Raikou, Suicune…tell me how you came to meet them! Tell me what they did! Tell me everything you saw at once! Everything.”
“Right, you mean the three Pokémon that called me out to the middle of an abandoned tower just so they could challenge me-“
“They challenged you?” The man interrupted with a tone of disbelief.
“Yeah…to a staring contest,” Kris smirked, “But don’t worry; I’m pretty sure I won. And that’s when you, your purple suit, and all your mystical powers of repelingness showed up.”
“That can’t possibly be all of it! What’s your name?”
“Sorry, but my mother told me to never give my name to anyone who looks like they recently lost at a costume contest,” She spat out with a sarcastic grin. Because, she thought on, it will most likely end in you getting dragged into the back of a nondescript ice cream truck and driven away to the black market.
“I didn’t come from a costume contest, for your information,” He was a little furious now, “This happens to be a very expensive tailor made suit!”
“Oh, I’m sure it is. All the ugly ones are.”
“I did not just hear you call my suit ugly, child.”
“I did not just hear you call me child, mister! You can’t be much older than I am.”
“I happen to be turning 19 this year.”
“And I happen to be eleven. That’s only an eight years difference.”
“That’s almost a decade of difference!” The man was practically fuming now, “Now will you please stop your word games, child?”
“Why? Because you can’t keep up, old man?”
That pretty much set him off, and he went back to shaking her by the shoulders saying “Tell me what I want to know!”
“Eusine, stop!” Another human voice. How many people want to hang out in a burned out tower? Kris thought rather glumly.
“Stay out of this, Morty. I want a chance to question her first,”
Morty? The Gym Leader? Kris got a quick sidelong look at the newcomer; a man with blonde semi-longish hair wearing an outfit of sky blue and yellow with a matching sky blue headband. Well this is unexpected.
“It looks more to me like you’re threatening her,” Morty said as he came closer to them.
I certainly feel threatened, Kris thought as she frowned at the man still holding her by the shoulders. She discreetly tapped the sole of her left foot three times and smiled when her haunter came crawling out of her shadow. Before tuxedo man had time to react, Haunter had already torn the man’s hands away from Kris and proceeded to shake the him much in the way the man had shaken her.
“M-m-o-r-t-y, a l-it-t-l-e h-e-l-p?” He managed to stutter as Haunter treated him like a chef would a salt shaker.
“But you told me to stay out of this,” The blonde replied with a small smile, but after waiting a few more seconds he turned to Haunter and said “I think that’s enough.”
Haunter paused to laugh at him before continuing on, which certainly seemed to confuse Morty. Ah…you know it’s a good day when you can boast about your Pokémon confusing a gym leader.
“I think that’s enough,” Kris purposely quoted the blonde word for word with a little grin. The blonde himself turned to look at her as Haunter promptly obeyed and flew to her side, hovering centimeters from her head.
“Oh is that your Pokémon? I apologize, I thought it was wild,” Morty said, and with his small smile returning he added “My name is Morty. I’m the leader of the Ecruteak Gym.”
“I pretty much figured that already. My name is Kris Clef and-”
“And I am Eusine, researcher and expert in the field of legendary Pokémon,” The tuxedo man said with a self-confident smirk.
“How nice for you,” Kris said, making a face at him, knowing full well that her Haunter was making a face along with her.
“Childishness,” Eusine sniffed.
“I call it ‘Having fun’. Ever heard of the phrase ‘Lighten up’, Eugene?”
“The name’s Eusine.”
Morty coughed to interrupt “I hope you’ll forgive the overzealous actions of my friend here. He usually doesn’t attack people.”
“I wasn’t attacking anyone! I was questioning her, and with good reason! Morty, this child-“
“Stop calling me a child!”
Eusine gave her a pausing glance before continuing “This young lady,” Eusine stressed the two defining words with obvious mockery, “saw the three legendary beasts of Ecruteak!”
“Really?” Morty seemed to look at her in a different way, and despite the fact that his semi-relaxed eyes relayed a sort of kindness it was almost painful to look into them. At the same time, looking away was out of the question. Luckily, the piercing glance lasted only for a few seconds, and his eyes went back to their usual droopy serenity. What was up with that just now?
“Sure, I guess…” She suddenly felt uncomfortable, “Er…I’ve wanted to meet you for a while now, Morty.”
“Oh?” Morty’s friendly expression remained, but his eyebrows went up in an arch. He didn’t seem to mind the sudden change of topic. He seems to be a go with the flow kind of guy,Kris made a mental note. Eusine, on the other hand, seemed prepared to interject, so Kris spoke fast to prevent him from interrupting.
“I’ve heard you can understand the Pokémon language…” She began.
“Not completely, and it’s mostly limited to ghost types.” Morty replied.
“Still! It’s amazing to me because I used to think I was the only one who could do it.”
“You can understand Pokémon as well? Which types?”
“Would you believe me when I say all of them?”