I've got two readers! I've got two readers!! *dances around maniacally to retarded chant* *regains composure* I'm (obviously) very glad you like it, deoxysmaster8000, I have spent a long time on this... And of course I will PM you, my pleasure!
And, without further ado.... Chapter 4!!
Fooled you huh? I have to give the rating first...
Rating: PG........... (duh)
Ha ha... Here it is!
Chapter 4
By the time we had driven home, it was dusk was beginning to fall. I was especially glad to get out of the car, because, although like the others, I wanted to stretch my legs, my mom wouldn’t let me take Charmander out of his Pokčball in the car.
“His tail flame will set the car on fire!” she had said.
So now that I was home, I released him into the newly cleaned living room.
“Charr!” he said, popping out of his Pokčball. Then, he said in real words, “I wonder where I am?”
“You’re at my house er... Charmander,” I answered, not knowing exactly what to call him.
Charmander gave me a surprised look. “You took Pokčspeech lessons?” he asked. “You were supposed to tell the Professor if you had. He’s taking a poll of all of the people who have, you know.”
“I know,” I said, “Its part of the registration process. It is the trainer’s responsibility to inform the Pokčmon Professor that you get your first Pokčmon from if you have taken any introductory Pokčspeech or Pokčspeech courses.” I had memorized this information way back when I was twelve. “I didn’t do my duty because I really never have taken any lessons.”
Charmander looked even more surprised at this, although he looked slightly relieved at the same time. “Oh. Well then, why do you know Pokčspeech?”
I then related to Charmander all that had happened today, and what my Grandfather had explained to me.
“Wow, I had always hoped for a special trainer, but I had never imagined anything like this! Although,” he added as an afterthought, “for a second there I thought I had gotten a lying trainer!”
I laughed, which must have wiped away any remaining doubt he had left, for he grinned, a broad grin which exposed his pointy Charmander teeth.
“So,” I said, suddenly curious, “what about you? Now you know some stuff about me, so I want to know some stuff about you!”
“Well,” he told me, “I'm just a normal Charmander from a normal family. Nothing special like you. I was the eldest of three other siblings, two males and a female. They and I used to talk a lot at night when we should have been sleeping about what an ideal trainer should be. Our ideas got wilder and wilder, (such as being trained by a legendary Pokčmon) until our mother, who by then obviously knew of our discussions told us to ‘shut up and go to bed’. Once I got to level 5, my mommy flew me to the Professor’s (that was fun!). There I waited with those other tyrannical Pokčmon (excluding Bulbasaur of course) until you came. I'm guessing you know the rest,” he finished with a laugh.
“Charmander,” I said, struck by a sudden thought, “what’s your name? I'm not sure I want to call you Charmander all the time. It gets kind of old, hearing other people calling their Pokčmon by their breed all the time, know what I mean?”
“Glad you mentioned it, I don’t much like the thought of that either. My names Blaze.”
“Cool!” I said.
***
Throughout the time that I was talking with Blaze, My parents and Jaymi apparently had set out all of the stuff for my journey that was to be the next day, and now came filing into the living room, collapsing on the other sofa.
“Thanks guys!” I said, upon hearing of their accomplishment.
“Oops!” said my Mom randomly, smacking herself with her hand, “Miyah, dear, the only thing we forgot is the money for you. Could you go get it?”
“Of course Mom,” I said, “Where is it?”
“In the dresser in my room that’s the same as the one you have, top shelf.”
I got up and walked into my parent’s room, closely followed by a curious Blaze. I spotted the dresser in question almost immediately. As it was dark in the room, even with the small table lamp on, I couldn't see into the drawer. Reaching in confidently, (having reached the same way into my own dresser for years) I was surprised when my hand hit the bottom much earlier than expected.
“Ouch!” I exclaimed sucking on my jammed fingers. “Hey Blaze, could you jump up here and use your flame as a light for a second for me?”
He obliged, and with the newly added light, I saw the money almost immediately. I grabbed the many bills, and as I did, I saw a small finger-sized hole in the bottom of the drawer under the spot where the money had been.
“Look!” I said excitedly to Blaze. I removed the rest of the junk that had also been in the drawer, stuck my finger into the hole, and lifted. There, in the real bottom of the drawer, was a yellowed scrap of paper, which upon closer inspection was revealed to be a newspaper article, dated three years ago:
Scientists discover a way to merge people with Pokčmon!
For a long time, writes Lisa Carson, people have been wondering what the scientists in Kounei forest have been up to. Now, at last, we know! “We've been working on this for years,” one scientist explains. “Although we know exactly how to merge people with Pokčmon, it will take a couple of years for us to find someone who is enough like a certain Pokčmon that we can merge them.” The scientist further explained that the Pokčmon and human who are to merge have to have similar characteristics and both have to agree to the merging. None of the scientists, however, would tell exactly how they could achieve this, for fear of their idea being stolen by their rivals in...
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And that was all there was. I flipped it over, but there was only an advertisement for a coin laundry.
“Miyah? What happened, did you get lost?” my mom shouted from the living room, while everyone else laughed.
“Coming!” I yelled, quickly replacing the article, the false bottom, and all of the junk. Blaze followed me as I quickly walked back to the living room.
“Sorry,” I said, knowing that even if I didn’t want to, I had to lie, “I was just astonished by the amount of money you guys are giving me! There’s like...” I started to count the Pokčdollars in my hand but my mom interrupted.
“... Twenty-five hundred,” She finished, “We know that you have five hundred saved so you can start off with three thousand.”
“Wow,” Jaymi remarked, “I only had two! Look,” She pulled out her Pokčdex, “There's a compartment on the back for your money!” she pulled it open, revealing some money. “And your Pokčdex will keep track of the money in there for you.”
“Cool,” I said, pulling out my own Pokčdex and adding the money my parents gave me, before dashing off to retrieve my own from my room, followed by Blaze.
“Is this your room?” he asked, looking surprised.
“Yeah,” I said, “why?”
“It’s just that,” he paused, then continued, “you didn’t seem like a very smart trainer, yet you have so many encyclopedias and such.”
“Oh,” I said, slightly abashed, “After they changed the age limit for beginning trainers, I decided to try and become the best trainer ever. I studied for almost a year before my dad gave me a talk about how ‘a good trainer isn’t made from books’. I haven’t really studied since.” I walked to my dresser, grabbed my Sproink bank, smashed it on the ground and grabbed the Pokčbucks that were scattered amongst the shards.
“Hmm...” Blaze looked at the shards of ceramic on the ground.
“What?” I asked.
“Do you think you could fix that with, you know, your powers?”
I frowned. “Lemme try.” I concentrated as hard as I could, but nothing happened.
“Maybe if you imagine the pieces reassembling?” Blaze suggested.
This time, I concentrated hard while imagining the pieces floating in midair. Suddenly, the spectrum took on a very bluish tinge as the pieces floated into the air. I reassembled them in midair, holding them there, while asking Blaze, “Could you sort of melt this back together?”
Blaze nodded, and by grabbing his tail and blowing the flames towards the held together pieces of ceramic, he welded the pieces back together.
I laughed, grabbing the newly fixed Sproink bank and putting back on my dresser. “We did it!” I exclaimed. Then I looked up at the clock. “We should get some sleep,” I said. Blaze and I walked out into the living room to say good night to my parents and Jaymi, explaining that we wanted to get an early start the next morning.
As I got into bed, I heard a “Good night!” from Blaze. I smiled, replying, “Good night!” as I recalled him to his Pokčball.
End Chapter 4...
So, there it is! Chapter 4! Please reply with edits, opinions, predictions (blacked out please), and praise... Tee hee!
~Chareon
The Price of Freedom (rated pg)
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Originally Posted by Alseides
The smilies are just for fun you know, just because I have a sense of humor. Glad I have someone replying... Keep reading!!
Anyone who can find where they were combined gets a smile 
Yep, it's me. Anyway it's very original. Although Blaze? Couldn't you think of a more original name for a Charmander? Mine's called Blaine, although my second one will be Lance. I have to say I do like the thing overall. Also your banner indicates she get's a Houndoom, but I thought she couldn't stand Houndoom since it's a dark type? 
My Amidamaru wouldn't want to meet her, even though he's level 67.
I agree with S.F. again, but I would like to add that it is a little dull at the moment, mostly talk. By the third chapter of S.F.'s we had had three battles.
Deoxysmaster8000, you spell original like this.
:He just won't come off, even at 20'000 leagues.
