This is my first time posting a fic on SPPf, but I have, once upon a time, been an active writer elsewhere. I am now attempting to reactivate myself and - gasp - actually participate in a writing community again, because I enjoy writing and talking to other writers immensely. This is a story I've worked on for quite a while now, and I'm now in the process of revising and partially rewriting it - mainly because I feel I owe the story and some of its past readers that, but partially also because I need to learn the noble skill of editing and revising. I'm trying to get about one or two chapters out a month, but we'll see how well I keep to my schedule, what with school and work and having a head that remembers things about as well as a fork holds water.
But that's enough about that. I hope you enjoy the story!
All reviews, comments, and opinions much encouraged and welcomed! Any feedback is valuable, and even if you don't feel like you have that much to point out or comment on, I'd love to know what's on your mind after reading.
Genre(s): adventure, humor, conspiracy
Warnings: very small amounts of violence and blood, some non-graphic deaths - overall very small amounts of objectionable content
Table of contents:
(Chapters in italics not posted yet)
Prologue: Not an Ordinary Start
Chapter 1: A Shiny Sort of Surprise
Not an Ordinary Start
I woke up to the sun shining brightly through my blinds. Excited, I immediately bounced up from my bed and drew the blinds to see outside. The weather was amazing. The sun was shining, but not too brightly, and bird pokémon were singing, but not too loudly. There were a couple of fluffy cumulus clouds floating on the bright blue sky to add their gentle shadows to the nearly perfect view. Even some of the plants were in bloom, completely ignoring the fact that it was already June and that they had already bloomed months ago this year. The weather told me that this would be the day. This would be my first day as a real pokémon trainer and the first day of my very own pokémon journey.
My 10th birthday had been earlier this year, and the months leading up to this year's First Pokémon Giveaway had been complete torture. And then, when the date had finally arrived, it had been raining! Everybody knows you just can't start as a trainer if it isn't a beautiful day. This was the first clear day for a week after that day, so it was obvious that this would be the day I finally got my first pokémon in the Giveaway. Moreover, the scent of a delicious breakfast floated in the air. My mom was usually a late sleeper, but today she had gotten up early and made some... What could this be? Pancakes?
I dressed up hastily and ran downstairs, scaling the staircase two steps at a time. Downstairs in the kitchen stood my mom, making pancakes for breakfast. And not only that, but she had also changed out of her pyjamas despite the ridiculously early hour. It was so unusual it should have alarmed me, but today I was so happy I didn't pay any attention to details like that. I stood at the kitchen door and silently watched her for a while. I felt a bit bad for having to leave her all by herself, but I thought she'd probably be alright. She knew how to take care of herself, and besides, she had known this day would come ever since I had decided I wanted to be a trainer years ago. At least now she could get some time for herself, and she only had to share the house with Blanca, an old ninetales. Blanca had been my father's Pokémon, but since his death, she hadn't had an official trainer. I never really understood why she stayed with us when she could have gone anywhere, but it was nice having her around. It made me feel safer to have a Pokémon in the house. My mom had never had any.
Mother was still a fairly young woman. She had cheery dark blue eyes and very, very black hair, so I didn't really look like her at all, what with my brown eyes, dark reddish hair and tan skin. Everybody said I took after my father in all possible ways. I had been told I looked just like him when he had been my age, and that I resembled him very much personality-wise, too. He had been a pokémon researcher before he died, and a famous one at that, from what I've heard. I never knew him, because I was only two when he died, and my mom seemed reluctant to talk about him. So, I didn't know a whole lot about my father overall, besides the fact he was a scientist.
"Oh, Jack, you're awake," Mom said when she turned around to drop two giant glops of jam on the two piles of pancakes. She had rolled her sleeves up, and her arms and face were mottled with bits of flour.
"Of course I am!" I laughed and raced to the table to inspect the pancakes. The delicious smell made me hungry as an ursaring. "Don't you know what day it is?"
"I sure do!" came the chipper reply. She smiled and pushed each plate full of pancakes to its proper position in front of a chair. "We're leaving to be pokémon trainers today! Now, eat up, Jack, or we'll be late!"
"Thanks for the awesome breakfast, Mom!" I grinned and sat down to eat. Then, I realized what she had said just now. "Wait. 'We'?"
"Me and you, honey," Mom said, smiling, and patted my curly hair gently before sitting down herself.
"You? But..." I was utterly baffled. This was not how this conversation was supposed to go.
"I never got to go out as a trainer, so I still haven't claimed my starter pokémon. I thought I could do that now and go together with you. You know, see the world a bit, and take care of you while you travel," she said nonchalantly and started to eat.
My mouth was gaping. "A-are you serious?" I stuttered. I couldn't believe my ears anymore.
"Why would I be joking?" she asked with a sincere face, glancing at me with an offended look. "I have every right to go. Besides, I'm worried about you! You'll starve to death without me. Don't worry, sweetheart, I won't get in the way."
"But... But..." This was not how things were supposed to go! What she should have told me was that she loves me and that I should have a great journey and come back as the best trainer ever, or something along those lines. That's what all the other moms did - all the normal moms. But no, my mom had to ruin everything and tag along on my journey! 'You'll starve to death, I'll come with you.' I was getting desperately frustrated by the whole situation. From the bottom of my heart, I hoped she was joking. Minutes passed and all I did was stare at her, while all she did was focus on her breakfast.
"Now, eat your breakfast, young man, or I'll go without you," she said, and having finished her pancakes in record time, got up and went upstairs. She must be joking, I thought and started to eat so I wouldn't be late.
Minutes after, she came down in the most peculiar outfit. She was dressed up like one of the teenagers from TV, in a short skirt and a hoodie with a pokéball logo. I could have mistaken her for a 19-year-old, but that was not the point. With this ridiculous outfit, she made it clear that she was serious about coming with me. My mom was starting her journey as a trainer with me. I would finally start as a trainer, but there would be no joy in it, because my mom would be there.
I begun to mentally dig a grave for my dreams as various horror images of other trainers and gym leaders laughing at me because of my mother popped up in my head. I would never be a real trainer like this, never! I could just as well have just taken up a job as a clerk in Pokémart or something, because I no longer had the future I had always planned.
As it later turned out, I had never had that future. And, the way my journey turned out, if it hadn't been for my mom, I might not have had a future at all.