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A PKMN Fanfic By: Samantha Duncan A.K.A.: Dreamer
(From Ruby/Sapphire version) (Part 1)
Ashton shifted, sitting up in bed amidst the rumpled covers. She
turned, running her fingers lightly through her hair. She swung out of bed,
her azure eyes showing reluctantly from behind shadowed lids. Sleep
still shrouding her vision, Ashton stumbled over to her dresser and peered
at her reflection in the mirror. Soft brown curls cascaded down her
back in waved across her broad, pale shoulders. She reached across the
smooth surface of the dresser, picking up a brush and running it absently
through her hair as she struggled to overcome the yawn that threatened
to bubble from her mouth. The calls of her mother echoed from
downstairs, and Ashton replied with a soft "Alright, alright already. I'm
comin'." She wrenched open her bedroom door, not caring to change from her
pajamas.
Suddenly it hit her. Today... She was 13... her mother would
finally allow her to start training! Ashton tried to suppress the cry of joy
that almost erupted from her throat. She leaped down the bottom two
steps, flipping the toast off of the plate that her mother had set for her
and gobbling it up in huge chunks. Ashton snatched her backpack from
the table before her mother could wish her a happy birthday or change
from her dumbfounded state. She had almost flown out of the front door
when she stared down at herself and, to her horror, remembered that she
was in her pajamas.
With a grunt of annoyance at herself, she jogged up the stairs and
sifted through the heap of clothing that lay folded on her bed. Ashton's
palms rose with a navy and black t-shirt and black jean shorts hanging
limply on them. She flung them on, then ran downstairs and out the
door. As she stepped onto her porch, sunlight burst around the garden,
making all of the features of Littleroot Town sparkle magnificently. Her
sneakers thudding dully on the spring grass, Ashton trotted two blocks
down to the house of Doctor Williams, the new pokemon professor in town.
Just as he promised, he answered to her knock on his door with a warm
smile and an invitation inside.
With a huge grin, she stepped isnide, still unable to overcome the
awe that sweeped through her body when she gazed around at his house. A
small table in the corner was cluttered with pokeballs of different
sizes and colors, and next to it was a large generator that radiated heat
that could be felt even from a distance. Near the center of the room
was a large shelf containing berries of all kinds, the ends bulging with
packets of pokefood. In the back corner of the room sat a large cedar
table, and on it an electric conveyer-belt-type machine on which pokemon
were healed.
A single pokebal was sitting on the corner of the desk, and in
bright blue letters a card on the side read "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ASHTON!" Ashton
gave the professor a quick hug, then dashed over to the table and
picked up the pokeball. She shook it lightly, wondering what kind of pokemon
would be on the side. She had helped Mr. Williams clean up his house
when he'd first moved in, and in return he'd promised to give her a
pokemon for her birthday. Pursing her lips nervously, she cupped her hand
around the pokeball and lightly tossed it into the air, saying shakily
"Pokeball, go!" A beam of bright red light shot from the button in the
center, and the pokeball parted.
With a backwards glance at Mr. Williams, she grinned and flashed him
a thumbs up as the red light began to take form. Small glitters of
light danced up, revealing two small feet tipped with petite claws. The
light moved up from there, moving slowly as if to give her the chance to
savor it all. Little tufts of orange feathers appeared, the light
dissapearing further to reveal cute amber wings.The light vanished all at
once fromt here, and a small orange bird stood about a foot tall at the
feet of Ashton. Ashton stared at the bird, smiling widely. From it's warm
colors, she could tell at sight that it was a fire pokemon. She scooped
it up in her arms, cradling it to her breast affectionately. The bird
looked confused, and squirmed but relaxed after a moment. Ashton glanced
at Williams. "What is she called?" Williams replied, "She is a torchic.
She developed from one of the eggs I was studying. Happy birthday!"
With a little skip of glee, Ashton hugged Williams with a free arm.
"You're the best!"
And so Ashton stepped out the door into the
world of pokemon.
(Part 2) Poke-Passion
Ashton swatted branches from her path disdainfully, grumbling short
curses under her breath as she was
scratched several times by the splinters that hanged from the tree
limbs. A small black belt hugged her waist,
six pokeballs hanging loosely from it. With a sigh of relief, Ashton
emerged from the thicket of trees into a
clearing. She took no notice of the small camp that had been made in
the center, perched behind a large boulder
that was rooted along the edge of a small pond. Ashton strode over to a
small flat rock and sat on it,
stretching her limbs fully.
"This is the life," she said to herself. "This is what I've wanted for
so long."
She raised her gloved hands and ran them through her shoulder-length
brown curls contentedly. With a smile at
the surrounding beauty of nature, she flipped the catch on the belt and
lifted the first pokeball. All it took
was gentle toss into the air, and a small golden Torchic fluttered out
of the pokeball in a flurry of red light. The
Torchic peered up at Ashton through youthful, innocent eyes that made
Ashton want to pick her up and never let
go. Ashton tapped her chin lightly with her forefinger, contemplating.
"I want to name her something... something good."
The Torchic cocked her head at this little burst of sound from her
trainer that didn't seem to be at all
directed to itself. Picking up her other five empty pokeballs, she
looped them back onto her belt and gazed
thoughtfully at the torchic for a long moment.
With a sudden smile, Ashton cried, "I've got it," and then scooping
the torchic up and hugging it lightly
to her breast, she continued. "I'll name you Paris. Because like the
beautiful city with all of the new and
unfamiliar faces and places, you keep on sparkling through day and
night."
Paris cheeped a reply, a grin playing upon it's beak if it could ever
grin.
The bushes shuddered under the weight of footsteps, and Ashton whirled
around to see a trainer. She let out a little surprise, and the young
woman before her put down the frying pan that she had such a firm grip
on with a sigh of relief.
"Holy!! Let's just say you scared me!" Ashton said, breathing
heavily.
"I scared you? Well, you gave me a hell of a fright." The woman
replied.
They both smiled nervously and Ashton stepped forward to inspect the
trainer closer and shake her hand. With thoughtful eyes, Ashton looked
the trainer up and down. She had silky black hair that was pulled into
sections that were dangling around her shoulders. She was wearing
loosely-fitting jeans and a white T-shirt with a logo on it that Ashton
couldn't recognize. Draped across her chest like a sash was a scarlet
nylon poke-belt with six pokeballs on it, much like Ashton's own. She
looked to be about fourteen. Paris hid timidly behind Ashton's legs as
she smiled and reached out to shake the woman's hand.
"What's your name? I'm Ashton."
"My name is Alleka. I hate my name, so I just have people call me
Alli. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Yes, I'm afraid I didn't see your camp when I came in. Sorry
'bout that."
They shared a laugh, commenting eachother nervously until Ashton
smiled as a Nuzleaf appeared in front of Alleka and sniffed tentatively at
Paris. Ashton glanced up at Alleka and raised an eyebrow, watching the
two pokemon go through the same ritual that Ashton and Alleka had just
whizzed through themselves.
"Where are you headed?" Said Ashton.
"Oh, I plan to brave the Pokemon league and travel. I want to be a
Pokemon master."
"Oh, really?" Ashton replied excitedly. "Me too!"
"Shall we travel together?"
"Sounds great!"
They began chatting like old friends while their pokemon frolicked
around the edge of the spring happily. With a glance to the sky, Ashton
noticed that the sun was descending behind the mountains that loomed in
the distance.
"Alli," She said softly, "I think we're going to have to set up
camp again. It's getting dark."
Alleka nodded in agreement and they retrieved their pokemon into their
pokeballs before heading towards the tent and campfire.
TO BE CONTINUED
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