Hi guys, this is my first fan fiction here but hopefully not the last. Any and all feedback is welcome, but if you do keep coming back for the next chapter, please be mindful that I may be preoccupied with other issues so please bear with me.
This story takes place in the Hoenn Region, focusing on young trainer Brendan and his quest to be the most complete Pokemon Trainer ever. This adventure alludes to elements of both the games and the anime series. It is mainly 3rd-gen-centric but will occasionally refer to events, characters and Pokemon up to the 4th gen and no further. Rated (PG)
Both Pokemon were exhausted, but neither willing to back down, the golden eyes of one boring deep into the crimson eyes of the other. What was once flames on the wrists of one were barely a flicker now, and the titanic, deep blue, metallic body of the other was scorched and dented all over. You could cut the tension in the air with a spoon. When it became clear to both trainers that the two wouldn't fall without one more attack, they grinned at each other. This was it, the moment to go for broke. And so they threw caution to the winds and cried:
PROLOGUE: A Breath Of Fresh Air
"Blaziken use Blaze Kick, full power!!"
"Don't hold back Metagross; Meteor Mash!!"
The two titans collided with enormous power, the resulting explosion nearly swept both trainers off their feet. Dust and smoke billowed everywhere and the stadium went more black than the pits of a Shedinja's eyes. The smoke finally cleared, and the result was unmistakable.
Brendan leaned against the cold wall in the corridor leading into the stadium, remembering his greatest accomplishment. Blaziken had done so well to that point. The odds had been down for Blaziken, but to Brendan's own astonishment he had been able to take down Morrison's Swampert and Gliscor, and for a moment it looked he had the upper hand against Metagross. But ultimately, it would be Morrison progressing through to the final round of the Hoenn League, not Brendan.
Brendan and Morrison had been great friends ever since the Lilycove Department Store debacle (they got in some seriously hot water for that!), and had often been united by incredible impatience and a keen rivalry. Despite Brendan's occasional nicknaming of Morrison as "Pyjama Boy", he always had an intense respect for Morrison's skill in a Pokemon battle, particularly after learning that Morrison had made it to the Top 16 in last year's Hoenn League. After that defeat Morrison's hot head got the better of him again and training resumed as per usual to be so much better for the next year.
It came as an incredible surprise to Brendan that Morrison would then go on to win the League, and an even bigger surprise when Morrison was awarded his trophy by none other than Hoenn Region Champion Steven Stone, that Morrison ushered him onto the award giving platform as well. Brendan knew this was a very special ceremony, and wasn't sure how to react, but joined in on the celebrations anyway. It made him think; if Morrison could come back smarter and stronger after his first attempt at the League, then he could too! And to think it was only his debut year as a Pokemon trainer!
He snapped the cloud out of his head and came back to reality. He took the six Pokeballs off his belt and stared at them, as if he could see straight through to the Pokemon concealed inside. These weren't regular Pokeballs, though. Brendan had a small habit of painting the top half of a Pokeball to portray a theme, a likeness if you will, that resembled the Pokemon inside. He stared at the bedazzling flames on Blaziken's Pokeball, the cloudy skies on Altaria's, the bubbles and sparkles on Milotic's. Brendan wondered if it allowed him to be more creative in his battling.
"Don't you worry guys, we'll get 'em next year," he said to no-one in particular.
One last look at the inside of the stadium, and with a slight adjustment of his bag and his hat, he walked out of the corridor and into Ever Grande City's wondrous sunshine and tropical flavour. Pools of water shimmered and shined as if Ho-oh itself had bathed in the waters. He'd been amazed at first by the incredible clarity and beauty of the water-based city, it was almost like Milotic had used its Aqua Ring on him; a real breath of fresh air.
Entranced as he was by the city's beauty to notice that someone was running up behind him fast. Before he could turn around, there was a shout of "Hiya Brendan!" and he was tackled into one of the pools of water he was staring at. A lot of coughing and spluttering later, he was staring at the flaming red hair and Gengar's grin of Morrison himself.
"Ladies and gentleman I give you the winner of the Hoenn League," said Brendan in a grump.
"C'mon quit your daydreaming, the boat's leaving!" cackled Morrison.
"And you thought tackling me into a pool would hurry me up?"
They both started roaring with laughter and clambered out of the pool inelegantly. Sopping wet, Morrison tried to flick any excess water off himself at Brendan before they went back to the Pokemon Center and packed up their hammocks, bags and checked out of the Pokemon League. But then the big question had to be asked:
"Hey Brendan what are you doing after this?" Asked Morrison quietly.
"Well to be honest, I was going to do what you've done, this last year. Train, train and train 'till I can't train any more! You?"
"Well I have to challenge the Elite Four don't I? But after that....I'm not sure what next."
"So I guess for now this means goodbye? We've both got our goals, it sucks they don't work together."
".....I guess so."
A few moments of silence extended into a long period of sifting through their thoughts, even when they made it onto the ferry back to Slateport City. Memories passed of the campfire under the stars in Mossdeep City at a time when the Pokemon League, and the worries that they would need to battle each other and do what was necessary to keep getting stronger were a long way off.
"I've always got you in my PokeNav...but that's only if I need you, and when do I ever?" Laughed Brendan uncomfortably and the silence resumed almost all the way back to Slateport City.
The ferry finally docked as the sun set. Morrison and Brendan looked at each other one last time, and gave a half-hug/half-handshake.
"Best of luck with the Elite Four mate," said Brendan quietly.
"You too, good luck with all your training," replied Morrison.
And with that, Morrison headed north back to Verdanturf Town, and Brendan headed down to the beach where no doubt Mr Briney and his Wingull Peeko would be waiting...