Well, I have decided to start another Pokemon fic that will be completely original. I know you all are tired of reading normal trainer fics where the goodie-too-shoe trainer runs around collecting badges. If so, then you'll love this fic. Read it and see how it is different. Chapter 1 is really just the Prologue, but I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 1: A Time for Change
The old blue minivan sped through a forest road that had just been hit with a rain shower. The vehicle’s mud-soaked wheels splashed water from puddles as it made its way through the foliage. A young teen, seventeen years of age, peered out of the fogged passenger window. A frown was spread across his tan face and his eyes were fixed on the gravel that continuously changed below the car. The boy lifted his finger and began to write on the window, taking one eye and looking back at the driver. His mother peered at him through pale green eyes. Her brown hair flung around her neck as she turned her attention from the road to look at her son.
“Cedric, please don’t write on the window. I’ll end up having to wash it if you do,” she said with a tone that indicated she was tired of scolding the boy. Cedric’s eyes squinted and he placed his finger down. He turned towards the woman seated next to him and rolled his blue eyes.
“You wouldn’t need to discipline me so much if you would have just let me go off to become a Pokemon trainer when I was ten,” he said trying to remind her again of what she had done. His mother took one hand off of the wheel and spread her fingers through her son’s light brown hair.
“Don’t do that mom. I have enough trouble getting it to sit right,” Cedric scowled and grabbed her arm. His mother pulled her hand away and stared at him.
“Honey, Kanto is a very dangerous region. I couldn’t just let you up and leave me. Who would of taken care of you?” she asked while placing her free hand to her bosom. Cedric inhaled as much air as possible and then released it in a massive sigh.
“That’s what is wrong mom. You treated me like a child seven years ago and you still do it today. I need to get out of here,” he stated and looked back out the window.
“Paige is coming home tonight,” his mother tried to change the subject. Paige was Cedric’s older sister. She was now twenty-four and had gotten a job as an Alternative Battle Consultant.
“Yeah, she gets to travel the world recruiting and testing trainers to become alternative battlers,” Cedric remarked and tapped his finger against the window.
“Cedric, cut it out!” his mother shouted and then recollected herself, bringing her voice back to its caring tone. “Paige went through four years of extensive training and schooling. She has been properly educated to handle the world-”
“You don’t need schooling to take care of yourself mom. One day you’ll realize that,” Cedric back-talked and drew a circle on the window with a tiny smirk. His mother let off a sigh and placed both hands back on the wheel.
“Cedric, dinner’s ready! Get down here!” the voice of his mother rang up the stairs and into the teen’s room. Cedric, who had been laying belly-up on his bed and reading a book, turned over and placed his feet down to the floor. He yawned as he pushed his spiky hair back with his hand and stood up, throwing the novel to the floor in the process.
The doorbell sounded downstairs and the familiar chime rang out. Cedric heard the front door swing open and then the shrieks of joy from his mother echoed throughout the entire house.
“Paige! Oh my god, it’s so good to see you! Come in sweetheart!” his mom said with so much love that it made Cedric wince. He looked into his dresser mirror, pulling an eyelid down with his finger and pushing his face closer into the mirror. Cedric was very well built. Because he was a seventeen year old in the Kanto region with no Pokemon, he spent most of his free time exercising.
All of his friends had left seven years ago to start their Pokemon training. The only teens that remained in the little town of Lavender were gothic kids that didn’t want to conform to the training of Pokemon. Cedric did not want to be seen with them. The only reason he was still in Lavender Town was because his mother was what the dictionary would define as paranoid. If you don’t believe this, take into account that his mother would walk around town with Cedric on a leash when he was a toddler. It was that bad.
Cedric walked casually down the hall and to the top of the stairs. He recognized the blonde hair poking out of the purple, cotton, beanie cap right away. Paige was being held tightly by his mother, and she wasn’t trying to break away. Cedric couldn’t help but grin at the differences he and her shared. Paige embraced the fact that her mother showed extra concern, but he appalled it.
“How’s life sis?” he asked walking down the stairs.
“Cedric! I’ve missed you a lot!” Paige broke away from her mother and met her brother at the bottom of the steps. Cedric pulled back, surprising his sister. He then let off a smirk and pushed forward to hug her.
“Always the joker now aren’t we?” his sister laughed and let her brother go. Paige was a very thin girl. She wasn’t malnourished thin, just petite thin. Her chest area was decently sized which aided her in charming men. Cedric couldn’t help but notice the many different boyfriends she had when she lived at home. Sure, he had his share of girlfriends, but his amount never came close to the significant others that she had.
“So, how’s life with Pokemon?” Cedric inquired while the three went into the kitchen.
“It’s amazing! After dinner I’ll show you my partners in crime,” Paige replied and sat down at the table, her dark blue eyes peering around at the food her mother prepared.
“Ha, mom wanted to make enough food for us all. I think she overdid it,” Cedric joined her at the table.
“Now now, we can never have too much food,” their mother stated while pulling a chair out to sit. The front door opened again and Cedric looked up to see his father walking into the kitchen. He was garbed in a suit coat with a scarf around his neck. He also sported a rimmed hat that covered his balding brown hair.
“Man, this Autumn is colder than ever!” he said as he took his hat off and placed it on the counter top. “What’s for dinner Mary?”
Cedric’s mother glared at her husband and then motioned to Paige. “Roger, look who showed up this evening,” she said.
“Paige, darling!” he said and quickly ran to hug his daughter. “Taking a break from your work I see.”
“Yep, I don’t have to recruit alternative battlers every second of the day,” she replied with a giggle. Cedric smirked at this comment.
“Why would anyone want to be an alternative battler anyways when they can train Pokemon for fights that they were meant for?” he asked and plopped a mound of mashed potatoes into his dish with a large serving spoon.
“Because sometimes competing in contests of skill is more exciting than battles of power,” Paige informed him. “I get more pleasure from watching a flying Pokemon compete in a contest of catching a ring before its opponents in a Pokeringer competition than I do in a flying battle.”
“Well I think you’re alone on that one,” Cedric replied.
“Now now, I agree with Paige. Who wants to see two creatures partake in a vicious fight when they can just do healthy competitions of skill?” his mother interrupted. “What do you think Roger?”
Cedric’s father took his seat at the table but made no motion to speak. He didn’t like to get involved with the family squabbles over Pokemon. He was a human physician, which was not a career that should be worrying about small monsters.
“So mom still won’t let you leave to become a trainer?” Paige asked Cedric while passing the string beans to her father.
“Nope, the world outside of Lavender Town is too big and scary. Isn’t it ironic that we live in a ghost town with a haunted building and yet the surrounding places are dangerous?” Cedric stated sarcastically. Paige shot a grin to her mother, who returned it with the same enthusiasm. They seemed to know something that Cedric didn’t.
“You gonna’ let me in on what’s so funny?” Cedric inquired.
“In due time brother,” Paige replied.
“Miltank, I choose you!” Paige yelled tossing a small red and white sphere into the air. The Pokeball landed on the damp backyard grass and rolled across some fallen leaves. It then burst open in a flash of red light. A large pink Pokemon appeared and placed its hoove-like hand against its stomach. Its head was a blackish color, its belly was beige with four nipples protruding from it, and it had a long tail that ended in a black sphere. It let off a little moo and then sat down on the grass.
Cedric sat off to the side with his arms folded. He was shivering underneath his black jacket as he watched Paige show off her Pokemon.
“Cedric, this is Moomie. She was my first Pokemon and a gift from Alternative Tech for graduating,” Paige explained. Moomie wagged its long tail and then laid down on its side.
“That Pokemon is really cool. Can it battle well?” Cedric instantly asked, eager to find out if his sister was in Pokemon battles.
“Well, Moomie is trained more for the rollout race competition than battling, but she can handle herself in battle,” Paige replied. “I have two other Pokemon to show you as well.”
Paige reached into her waist pack and pulled out two more Pokeballs. She took the small spheres in between her fingers and fiddled with them until they grew. She then tossed both into the air, allowing them to erupt in a set of crimson lights. A medium sized blue sea lion Pokemon sat on the ground. It opened its large mouth and barked before pulling up and clapping its fins together, exposing its beige belly. Its face was covered by a bushy, white mustache.
The second Pokemon was a small, furry, purple insect. Its eyes were red and separated into columns.
“I’d like to introduce you to Leo and Nappy,” Paige said and held out her arm as if to show them off.
“That’s a Sealeo and that’s a Venonat, right?” Cedric inquired. His sister nodded immediately, her blonde hair blowing with the cool breeze.
“Leo is a master at the ice sculpture competitions and Nappy can really find hidden treasure with its echolocation techniques,” Paige explained. “I use these Pokemon to test trainers that I find and see if they have what it takes to become alternative battlers. If they can keep up with my Pokemon, I offer them a registration card that allows them entry into the alternative battle competitions all over the region.”
“That sounds slightly exciting,” Cedric lied through white teeth. He then noticed that his sister had another Pokeball in her pack. This one was completely white with a small black section on the top and red areas on the very top and the two sides.
“What kind of Pokeball is that?” he asked and walked over to her.
“That would be a timer ball. I had to throw a lot of those to capture the Pokemon in that ball. The timer ball increases the chance of catching a Pokemon depending on how long the battle goes,” Paige explained and gripped the ball in her hand. She pulled it out and juggled it between her hands.
“Why aren’t you showing me what’s in that one?” Cedric wondered.
“Oh, because I don’t own this Pokemon,” Paige responded. Cedric was slightly confused.
“You caught it, so why don’t you own it?” he asked.
“Because you do,” she replied and tossed the ball towards him. Cedric’s eyes widened and he clasped the timer ball in his left hand.
“But mom won’t let me have a Pokemon!” he said and held it back for her to take.
“I talked it over with mom. She said that you could come along with me on my job. She thinks you will make an excellent alternative battler and I agree,” Paige informed her brother with a large grin.
“An alternative battler? Why can’t I become a trainer?” Cedric instantly barked and glared at his sister.
“Cedric, you have to learn that there is more to Pokemon than just battling. They can be used for all different types of things. I want you to become an alterative battler so you may comprehend this. That isn’t to say I won’t allow you to get your battling fix.”
Cedric looked down at the timer ball that contained his Pokemon. This could be his future.
“Come on Ceddy, why do you think I came all the way back home? I knew you were miserable here without a life of traveling. It took me a long time to convince mom to let you go!” Paige said, her hands now on his shoulders. “Open that timer ball up and meet your new friend.”
Cedric smiled and pressed the switch on the ball. It popped open in his hand with a sparkling flash of white light. A small duck Pokemon formed on the ground. It was a mahogany brown with a gold chest and light orange feet. In its large beak was a green stick that Cedric recognized as a leek.
“That is a Farfetch’d,” Paige remarked. “And not just any Farfetch’d; that one is shiny.”
“Farfarfar!” the fowl Pokemon said while placing the leek into its wing. Cedric squatted down and inspected the creature. He had never seen a Pokemon quite like it.
“Well now, what do you want to nickname it? Your Pokemon has to have a name,” Paige asked. Cedric continued to stare at the creature.
“FAR!” It quacked and brought its leek down on Cedric’s head. The teen toppled back and glared at the Pokemon.
“It just frickin’ hit me!” he said in shock. Farfetch’d began to laugh and then strutted around the field. It approached Moomie and smacked its stick into the cow Pokemon’s massive bulk. Moomie didn’t even seem to notice and continued to lounge.
“I think I’ll call it Wacky,” Cedric said looking up at his sister. “That Pokemon is insane and it likes to whack people.”
“Nice choice,” Paige replied and offered her hand to him. Cedric took it and she hoisted him back up. “Well, you better bond with Wacky tonight. We leave in the morning.”