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My first fanfic! It is a Pokemon fanfic, and I've only gotten the first chapter so far.
I'm sad there aren't many pokemon in this chapter, but I had to take some time to introduce the trainers. Chapter 2 and on will include lots of pokemon!
Special thanks to
1nick2 for inspiring me to actually write something.
Please download the attached file to read. The fanfic will also be displayed below, albeit with much less formatting:
(begin chapter 1)
The smell of odd incense filled the air of the darkened room. A young man sat in front of a grave in this room in the House of Memories; his eyes closed and mind in deep thought. The boy was not much older than eighteen, had a hair of medium length brown hair with a white streak across the back of his head, and wore a deep indigo kimono. He had been there an hour now, paying homage to the souls of the pokémon that were no longer of this world.
It had been a year to the day since the master had died. Though the boy had always called him by that name, a more appropriate name would have been Father. While there had been no blood relation between the two, the master had taken him in when he was very young. The master had been an old family friend to his mother and father, people the boy had never known. The boy still did not know much about the loss of his parents. His master had never told him much about them, but the master never was much of a talker.
After another hour of meditation, the boy placed prayer beads over the pokémon grave he had been paying tribute to and left, shielding his eyes from the bright light outside. It was getting close to dusk, but the sun was still shining bright along the horizon.
“Hey, Dragan,” came a voice from the wall along the tower, and the boy turned to look.
A girl around the same age was leaning there, grinning cheerfully. Her hair was a
deep umber, and very long, reaching down past her waist. She was wearing an intricate black and white outfit made up of a fitted white blouse with buttons shaped to look like black and white pokéballs, long black mesh sleeves the gave the appearance of spider webs, a black skirt with white frills, black thigh-high stockings and relatively simple black shoes. The boy smiled warmly when he saw her.
Colette was the only real friend he had in Lavender Town. They had met when he was ten years old. While he had been an outcast to the other children in the small town, she had always been there for him. She was a contest connoisseur, having subscribed to any magazines she could find. Working as a seamstress and poffin cook, she had high hopes that she would become a force to be reckoned with on the contest stage. Even as kids, she would dress her mother’s pokémon and Dragan, too, in costumes, choreographing dance moves, and making them taste whatever concoctions she could dream up.
“I’ve been looking all over for you! I have to go to Saffron City tomorrow to try and talk to investors with about a new line of pokémon accessories,” she said, beaming, “If I can do this, it’ll be the biggest step toward becoming the top pokémon accessory designer ever! If I have an assistant with me I’ll look far more important, so please say you’ll do it!”
The boy smiled softly as he nodded his head.
She grinned, “You’re the best, Dragan. I’ve got the most perfect outfit picked out for you too; we’ll both look so fantastic that there’ll be no way they could possibly say no! Now let’s go to my house and get some dinner; it’s getting late and I’m starving! You haven’t eaten yet, right?”
Dragan shook his head.
****
As they sat at the dinner table, Colette began to explain to her mother about the investors in Saffron City.
“I’m still not sure I like the idea of you going to Saffron City alone,” her mother said, the disapproval in her voice blatant and intentional.
“I’m not going alone,” said Colette, “I’ve got Scatter, and besides, Dragan’s going with me.”
“Really!” Her mother scoffed as she looked to Dragan, who was eating timidly in the seat next to Colette, “Is this true?”
He nodded, already feeling nervous.
“He doesn’t even have a pokémon! What good is he going to do you if your skitty has a bad meeting with a wild pokémon on the way there?”
Dragan looked down to the side. He had never had a pokémon of his own, even though he had been around them all his life.
“Fine! If it means I can go, after dinner he’ll go out and catch one!” Colette replied, fuming.
“It doesn’t mean anything,” her mother said, “And with all due respect, would he even be able to control a pokémon? I mean, the boy can’t even speak.”
“He can still hear, you know!” Colette said, “That’s it! We’re leaving now! We’re both adults anyways!”
Her mother stood up, “Not while you live under my roof!”
“Exactly,” Colette said, grabbing her bag and pokéballs, “Which is why we’re leaving. I’m not going to come back. Not anytime soon. Let’s go, Dragan.”
Colette left abruptly, and Dragan stood up from the table, and looked at Colette’s mother, who turned away when their eyes met. He stood in silence for a moment before following her out.
Dragan had been mute ever since he had been a child. The only person he had ever been able to really communicate with had been his master. The two shared a special bond, one which allowed them both to speak without words. Colette had been the only person to even come close to understanding him like the master had done.
He wished he would be able to say something now, even attempted to, but no words were able to leave his mouth. He stood in silence for a moment, listening to the mother’s stifled sobs, before following after his friend.
Outside, Colette was already checking her Kanto map.
“If we head east, onto Route 8, we should make it to Saffron City in no time flat,” she said, blinking back tears.
He put a hand on her shoulder and she smiled, wiping the tears from her cheek.
“But maybe we should get some supplies from a Poké Mart before we go,” she said, “You need some pokéballs, don’t you? Especially if we’re going to find you a first pokémon. I’ll buy you some; I still have a bunch of money from selling the poffins I made.”
Dragan took her hand as they walked to the Poké Mart; it was the least he could do.
****
They left the Poké Mart with a full stock of supplies. While Dragan had been looking through the selection of poké balls, Colette had stocked up with the best medicine she could buy.
“I think we’re set now,” she said, “All we have to do is find you a pokémon. Hurry up, there’s bound to be some on Route 8, just ready to be caught!”
She pulled out her pokéball, decorated with all sorts of fashionable seals, and released her skitty. She knelt down and patted its head, giving it one of its favourite poffins.
Her skitty, which she had nicknamed Scatter, was still a young pokémon; he had only just hatched from an egg her mother had given her for her birthday. He purred softly as she scratched the side of his head. Dragan felt he could almost sense the bond the two shared.
“All right! Let’s help Dragan catch a pokémon! If he does really well, you’ll have a new friend soon!”
The skitty mewed cheerfully and bounded out onto Route 8.
“Hey!” Colette yelled as she ran after it, “Wait for us!”
Dragan followed, excitement written all over his face.
(end chapter 1)
I'm sad there aren't many pokemon in this chapter, but I had to take some time to introduce the trainers. Chapter 2 and on will include lots of pokemon!
Special thanks to
1nick2 for inspiring me to actually write something.Please download the attached file to read. The fanfic will also be displayed below, albeit with much less formatting:
(begin chapter 1)
The smell of odd incense filled the air of the darkened room. A young man sat in front of a grave in this room in the House of Memories; his eyes closed and mind in deep thought. The boy was not much older than eighteen, had a hair of medium length brown hair with a white streak across the back of his head, and wore a deep indigo kimono. He had been there an hour now, paying homage to the souls of the pokémon that were no longer of this world.
It had been a year to the day since the master had died. Though the boy had always called him by that name, a more appropriate name would have been Father. While there had been no blood relation between the two, the master had taken him in when he was very young. The master had been an old family friend to his mother and father, people the boy had never known. The boy still did not know much about the loss of his parents. His master had never told him much about them, but the master never was much of a talker.
After another hour of meditation, the boy placed prayer beads over the pokémon grave he had been paying tribute to and left, shielding his eyes from the bright light outside. It was getting close to dusk, but the sun was still shining bright along the horizon.
“Hey, Dragan,” came a voice from the wall along the tower, and the boy turned to look.
A girl around the same age was leaning there, grinning cheerfully. Her hair was a
deep umber, and very long, reaching down past her waist. She was wearing an intricate black and white outfit made up of a fitted white blouse with buttons shaped to look like black and white pokéballs, long black mesh sleeves the gave the appearance of spider webs, a black skirt with white frills, black thigh-high stockings and relatively simple black shoes. The boy smiled warmly when he saw her.
Colette was the only real friend he had in Lavender Town. They had met when he was ten years old. While he had been an outcast to the other children in the small town, she had always been there for him. She was a contest connoisseur, having subscribed to any magazines she could find. Working as a seamstress and poffin cook, she had high hopes that she would become a force to be reckoned with on the contest stage. Even as kids, she would dress her mother’s pokémon and Dragan, too, in costumes, choreographing dance moves, and making them taste whatever concoctions she could dream up.
“I’ve been looking all over for you! I have to go to Saffron City tomorrow to try and talk to investors with about a new line of pokémon accessories,” she said, beaming, “If I can do this, it’ll be the biggest step toward becoming the top pokémon accessory designer ever! If I have an assistant with me I’ll look far more important, so please say you’ll do it!”
The boy smiled softly as he nodded his head.
She grinned, “You’re the best, Dragan. I’ve got the most perfect outfit picked out for you too; we’ll both look so fantastic that there’ll be no way they could possibly say no! Now let’s go to my house and get some dinner; it’s getting late and I’m starving! You haven’t eaten yet, right?”
Dragan shook his head.
****
As they sat at the dinner table, Colette began to explain to her mother about the investors in Saffron City.
“I’m still not sure I like the idea of you going to Saffron City alone,” her mother said, the disapproval in her voice blatant and intentional.
“I’m not going alone,” said Colette, “I’ve got Scatter, and besides, Dragan’s going with me.”
“Really!” Her mother scoffed as she looked to Dragan, who was eating timidly in the seat next to Colette, “Is this true?”
He nodded, already feeling nervous.
“He doesn’t even have a pokémon! What good is he going to do you if your skitty has a bad meeting with a wild pokémon on the way there?”
Dragan looked down to the side. He had never had a pokémon of his own, even though he had been around them all his life.
“Fine! If it means I can go, after dinner he’ll go out and catch one!” Colette replied, fuming.
“It doesn’t mean anything,” her mother said, “And with all due respect, would he even be able to control a pokémon? I mean, the boy can’t even speak.”
“He can still hear, you know!” Colette said, “That’s it! We’re leaving now! We’re both adults anyways!”
Her mother stood up, “Not while you live under my roof!”
“Exactly,” Colette said, grabbing her bag and pokéballs, “Which is why we’re leaving. I’m not going to come back. Not anytime soon. Let’s go, Dragan.”
Colette left abruptly, and Dragan stood up from the table, and looked at Colette’s mother, who turned away when their eyes met. He stood in silence for a moment before following her out.
Dragan had been mute ever since he had been a child. The only person he had ever been able to really communicate with had been his master. The two shared a special bond, one which allowed them both to speak without words. Colette had been the only person to even come close to understanding him like the master had done.
He wished he would be able to say something now, even attempted to, but no words were able to leave his mouth. He stood in silence for a moment, listening to the mother’s stifled sobs, before following after his friend.
Outside, Colette was already checking her Kanto map.
“If we head east, onto Route 8, we should make it to Saffron City in no time flat,” she said, blinking back tears.
He put a hand on her shoulder and she smiled, wiping the tears from her cheek.
“But maybe we should get some supplies from a Poké Mart before we go,” she said, “You need some pokéballs, don’t you? Especially if we’re going to find you a first pokémon. I’ll buy you some; I still have a bunch of money from selling the poffins I made.”
Dragan took her hand as they walked to the Poké Mart; it was the least he could do.
****
They left the Poké Mart with a full stock of supplies. While Dragan had been looking through the selection of poké balls, Colette had stocked up with the best medicine she could buy.
“I think we’re set now,” she said, “All we have to do is find you a pokémon. Hurry up, there’s bound to be some on Route 8, just ready to be caught!”
She pulled out her pokéball, decorated with all sorts of fashionable seals, and released her skitty. She knelt down and patted its head, giving it one of its favourite poffins.
Her skitty, which she had nicknamed Scatter, was still a young pokémon; he had only just hatched from an egg her mother had given her for her birthday. He purred softly as she scratched the side of his head. Dragan felt he could almost sense the bond the two shared.
“All right! Let’s help Dragan catch a pokémon! If he does really well, you’ll have a new friend soon!”
The skitty mewed cheerfully and bounded out onto Route 8.
“Hey!” Colette yelled as she ran after it, “Wait for us!”
Dragan followed, excitement written all over his face.
(end chapter 1)
Category Story / Pokemon
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 34 kB
Yeah, I was trying to introduce the characters without overly introducing them. There are still lots of things about them I haven't really told yet. The next chapter should have more action though, as Dragan tries to catch a Pokemon.
This is still just the first draft of this too, and I know that for anything to really be good, it has to have substantial rewriting.
This is still just the first draft of this too, and I know that for anything to really be good, it has to have substantial rewriting.
Thanks. I made this first chapter shorter than I would have liked, really. The next chapter will probably be short as well, as it's more like a continuation of this one. I kind of kept it short to test the waters, I suppose. Then again, I'm also trying to avoid extraneous details.
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