Hello denizens of Bulbagarden! Anywho, the fic I'm about to present was one I started quite awhile ago and currently have 5 episodes written of. This is the 1st (and worst) of them, because its the one I wrote the farthest back. I plan to add a new chapter every week if all goes well, and they get better as we go along, so bear with me. Withour further adieu, here's the fic!
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Neo-Poke: Episode One, Season One: Pallet Boy and Neko Girl
12 year-old Hoshi Morgan looked back at Neko Town, a small town just south of Pallet. She pushed a strand of crimson hair back and scanned the town over once again with her emerald eyes. The place she'd grown up, but also the place she'd felt a certain sense of confinement that could only come from a small town life. The few times she'd been out of it previously the wonder of the outside world had amazed her and she'd resolved to leave as soon as possible, though, every time she imagined leaving she was always with her family, but of course Miya, Kazuma, and her parents were still back there.
'But that's ok!' she told herself, 'I'm no baby, I just need myself and I'm completely FINE!' She looked down at the pokeballs containing her first Pokemon and the one her parents had sent to 'keep her out of trouble' contemplating letting them out for company, though before she could do that a female Nyasu released itself-well, rather herself.
"What's the idea putting me in that...that THING, huh?!" the Nyasu demanded angrily, for she had just about as much tolerance for the small, confined balls as her father did. And her father just happened to have zero tolerance.
"You're a Pokemon, it's where you generally go," Hoshi replied sarcastically.
"But I'm a SPECIAL Pokemon! How can I watch you like yer parents want me to if you keep me in the THING?!"
"I don't need anyone or anything to help me! I'm going to become number one!"
Nyasu sighed, "Still stuck on being a better trainer than Miya, huh? Well I'll tell ya one thing I've gathered so far about life. Bitterness and anger can't be you're drive behind this, you won't REALLY accomplish anything then. Not even if you win the league."
"I'm not just doing this to be better than my older sister!" Hoshi defended herself, "I want to see the world too!"
"It's not enough."
"Who asked YOU, huh?!" snapped Hoshi, then turning around curtly and walking past the cat Pokemon onward toward Viridian City.
"Be dat way then! See if I help yo-no wait! WAIT FOR MEEE!!!" Nyasu screeched running after Hoshi's retreating figure.
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Meanwhile, in Viridian Forest a boy barely 12 years old was engaged in his first Pokemon battle with his Pokemon, Pichu.
'Don't wanna brag, but I'm gonna win this sooooo easily!' he thought smugly. His name was Shinji Ketchum, the over-confident son of Pokemon Master Satoshi Ketchum and water pokemon trainer Kasumi Ketchum. He turned an old, worn Pokemon League official cap back, just as he'd seen his father do in pictures and videos of his (Satoshi's) youth.
"You're in over your head. I've competed in the League before, I’ve just returned to some old stomping ground," said his opponent.
"You'll NEVER be able to beat the son of Satoshi Ketchum!" Shinji returned with a confident smirk on his face.
"Piiiii!" Shinji's Pichu gave the opponent a raspberry to show that he too shared his trainer's view.
The opponent shrugged, "A stupid Pokemon deserves a stupid trainer I suppose. GO DUGTRIO!"
"Trio Trio," the evolved, highly leveled Pokemon croaked upon release.
"A GROUND Pokemon?! B-but you aren't playing fair...Dugtrio is resistant to Pichu's-"
"Don't whine boy," reprimanded his opponent, "in the world of real battles you need to expect anything. You won't be able to complain about," the man's voice took on a purposely whiney tone, "'He doesn't play faaaaaaiiiiiir'," his voice returned to normal, "You just have to think with your head! DUGTRIO, USE DIG ATTACK!"
"Trio," the Dugtrio complied burrowing under ground.
"GAAAAAK!!" Shinji yelled, eyes widening. Then he saw a form coming from under ground, "PICHU GET OUT OF THE WAY!"
"PICHUUUUU!" the small pokemon responded in a shrill voice as it was flung into the sky and battered by an underground force.
"Better luck next time child," the man's voice brought Shinji out of the horror thoughts racing though his head, "Challenge me again when you have something called SKILL," the man recalled his Dugtrio and took off.
"W-wait Mr....b-b-but you can't just leave me out here with Pichu injured like this! I don't have any potion! I-I don't know what to do!" Shinji yelled desperately, cradling his Pichu, with a few tears forming in his blue green eyes.
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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN'T GO INTO VIRIDIAN GYM?!" Hoshi shrieked like hell's harpy.
"What I just said," the guard responded, "the gym leader, Sakaki-San is out doing business. No one is here. Go to Pewter and come back some other time."
"Just listen to the man," Nyasu whispered to Hoshi, "he looks like a body builder. We don't wanna meddle in the affairs of body builders, trust me," poor Nyasu was envisioning the rough-looking man stationed at the door twisting she and her human companion into many different shapes, beating them up, standing at two graves and laughing manically, ripping out a chainsaw and shredding them, plus a number of other horrible things.
"I wouldn't care if he was Son Goku! He isn't getting in MY way!" declared Hoshi bravely-er...stupidly.
The guard sighed, no one EVER wanted to take the easy way out, "Look, do I have to call in the REAL security? They're at least ten times burlier than me easily!"
"Bring 'em o-waaaaaah?!" cried Hoshi as Nyasu dragged her away in an amazing act of strength brought on by the self-preservation instinct.
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"What did you do that for Nyasu?!" demanded Hoshi near the entrance to Viridian Forest, "My Charmander could have taken care of whatever men he called on!"
"And it's dat very same arrogance that made yer parents demand I accompany you. You don't think straight when yer pissed--or ever for that matter--and you get inta losta trouble."
"I do NOT! And I could have had an absolutely triumphant first victory if you hadn't ruined it!" Hoshi roared.
'Her temper almost rival's her mom's! I really gotta be careful of what I say!' thought Nyasu.
"We battle the first trainer we meet in that forest, no question asked, alright Nyasu?" Hoshi said, in a tone of voice that had the cat Pokemon knowing she didn't actually have much of a choice in the matter.
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"P...Pichu," murmured Shinji, who was now curled up in a fetal position still holding his injured Pichu, "just hold on...until someone finds us."
"HEY YOU!" called a feminine voice, "YEAH, YOU! IF YOU'RE A TRUE POKEMON TRAINER I DEMAND A BATTLE!" the voice belonged to none other than Hoshi, who, in a desperate search for opponents has scoured the forest for another trainer and captured a wild Spearow in the process with her Charmander.
Shinji leapt to his feet and looked at Hoshi up and down, "I'd fight you, but first...do you have any potion? My only Pokemon, Pichu is real hurt but I don't have none!"
"What bad grammar," observed Nyasu quietly, not thinking at all of the times she'd said "dat" instead of "that", "yer" instead of "your" and other such things, "good thing I ain't like dat in no way!" she nodded to herself, satisfied with her sense of superiority over this boy.
"Shame on you!" Hoshi scolded, also looking for a chance to bolster her ego, "I mean, with all that can happen in a place like this you just run in unprotected?!"
"D-do you have any potion?" Shinji asked once again, quietly though, this time.
"Well.....no," Hoshi confessed causing everyone around to fall down anime style.
Shinji jumped up, "You got no reason to lecture ME then, ya know!"
"Well!" snapped Hoshi.
"Well what?" asked Shinji.
"Well...well...well..." she mumbled, not quite having a comeback.
"Ok, I got it. Yer both equally unprepared and stupid-like," announced Nyasu, "so don't go around making it obvious. I don't want people to think I'M a nitwit too!"
"A...talking Nyasu?! How is that p-p-possible?!" stuttered Shinji.
"It's possible. Unfortunately for the good of humanity," Hoshi replied, "and don't you have any other pokemon? I want a fight RIGHT NOW!"
"N-no, and since you don't have any, I guess I should go back to Pallet to get some."
"Pallet? Why not just go back to Viridian?"
"I tried that about an hour ago, but these people in black were blocking the entrances and telling me I couldn't go through."
"Viridian was fine two hours ago."
"It's not fine NOW! But that's ok, I know a way back to Pallet from here. I just didn't want to go home until after I'd asked someone else for help since I'm kinda the "chicken" in my class and everyone was mad I got to go on a Pokemon journey and picked on me, saying I'd be back crying for my mommy in no time."
Hoshi raised her eyebrow, to her it didn't exactly make sense that people were "picked" to go on a pokemon journey instead of choosing freely, but she'd heard things had changed a bit around Pallet since the death of pokemon legend and expert, Professor Oak.
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"When you said you had a shortcut back to Pallet I didn't quite think you had THIS in mind!" growled Hoshi from where she was next to Shinji crawling through thick, thorny underbrush
Shinji shrugged, "You agreed."
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Later at night, the humans and Pokemon had decided to stop, just short of Pallet Town since they were all obviously tired.
"Let's sleep here," called Shinji pointing to a small clearing in the underbrush.
"Oh good, a thorn-free sp-" Hoshi wasn't even able to finish her sentence because Shinji had set up Pichu, a little bed and all, so the mouse Pokemon was taking up the almost the entire clearing.
"There, now Pichu will be nice and comfy during the night!" Shinji announced triumphantly.
"What about the rest of us?!" snapped Nyasu and Hoshi at virtually the same time.
"We'll be fine," responded Shinji, plopping down and taking up what was left of the clearing.
"What a gentleman," muttered Hoshi sarcastically, laying low in the most thorn-free spot she could find.
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Neo-Poke: Episode One, Season One: Pallet Boy and Neko Girl
12 year-old Hoshi Morgan looked back at Neko Town, a small town just south of Pallet. She pushed a strand of crimson hair back and scanned the town over once again with her emerald eyes. The place she'd grown up, but also the place she'd felt a certain sense of confinement that could only come from a small town life. The few times she'd been out of it previously the wonder of the outside world had amazed her and she'd resolved to leave as soon as possible, though, every time she imagined leaving she was always with her family, but of course Miya, Kazuma, and her parents were still back there.
'But that's ok!' she told herself, 'I'm no baby, I just need myself and I'm completely FINE!' She looked down at the pokeballs containing her first Pokemon and the one her parents had sent to 'keep her out of trouble' contemplating letting them out for company, though before she could do that a female Nyasu released itself-well, rather herself.
"What's the idea putting me in that...that THING, huh?!" the Nyasu demanded angrily, for she had just about as much tolerance for the small, confined balls as her father did. And her father just happened to have zero tolerance.
"You're a Pokemon, it's where you generally go," Hoshi replied sarcastically.
"But I'm a SPECIAL Pokemon! How can I watch you like yer parents want me to if you keep me in the THING?!"
"I don't need anyone or anything to help me! I'm going to become number one!"
Nyasu sighed, "Still stuck on being a better trainer than Miya, huh? Well I'll tell ya one thing I've gathered so far about life. Bitterness and anger can't be you're drive behind this, you won't REALLY accomplish anything then. Not even if you win the league."
"I'm not just doing this to be better than my older sister!" Hoshi defended herself, "I want to see the world too!"
"It's not enough."
"Who asked YOU, huh?!" snapped Hoshi, then turning around curtly and walking past the cat Pokemon onward toward Viridian City.
"Be dat way then! See if I help yo-no wait! WAIT FOR MEEE!!!" Nyasu screeched running after Hoshi's retreating figure.
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Meanwhile, in Viridian Forest a boy barely 12 years old was engaged in his first Pokemon battle with his Pokemon, Pichu.
'Don't wanna brag, but I'm gonna win this sooooo easily!' he thought smugly. His name was Shinji Ketchum, the over-confident son of Pokemon Master Satoshi Ketchum and water pokemon trainer Kasumi Ketchum. He turned an old, worn Pokemon League official cap back, just as he'd seen his father do in pictures and videos of his (Satoshi's) youth.
"You're in over your head. I've competed in the League before, I’ve just returned to some old stomping ground," said his opponent.
"You'll NEVER be able to beat the son of Satoshi Ketchum!" Shinji returned with a confident smirk on his face.
"Piiiii!" Shinji's Pichu gave the opponent a raspberry to show that he too shared his trainer's view.
The opponent shrugged, "A stupid Pokemon deserves a stupid trainer I suppose. GO DUGTRIO!"
"Trio Trio," the evolved, highly leveled Pokemon croaked upon release.
"A GROUND Pokemon?! B-but you aren't playing fair...Dugtrio is resistant to Pichu's-"
"Don't whine boy," reprimanded his opponent, "in the world of real battles you need to expect anything. You won't be able to complain about," the man's voice took on a purposely whiney tone, "'He doesn't play faaaaaaiiiiiir'," his voice returned to normal, "You just have to think with your head! DUGTRIO, USE DIG ATTACK!"
"Trio," the Dugtrio complied burrowing under ground.
"GAAAAAK!!" Shinji yelled, eyes widening. Then he saw a form coming from under ground, "PICHU GET OUT OF THE WAY!"
"PICHUUUUU!" the small pokemon responded in a shrill voice as it was flung into the sky and battered by an underground force.
"Better luck next time child," the man's voice brought Shinji out of the horror thoughts racing though his head, "Challenge me again when you have something called SKILL," the man recalled his Dugtrio and took off.
"W-wait Mr....b-b-but you can't just leave me out here with Pichu injured like this! I don't have any potion! I-I don't know what to do!" Shinji yelled desperately, cradling his Pichu, with a few tears forming in his blue green eyes.
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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN'T GO INTO VIRIDIAN GYM?!" Hoshi shrieked like hell's harpy.
"What I just said," the guard responded, "the gym leader, Sakaki-San is out doing business. No one is here. Go to Pewter and come back some other time."
"Just listen to the man," Nyasu whispered to Hoshi, "he looks like a body builder. We don't wanna meddle in the affairs of body builders, trust me," poor Nyasu was envisioning the rough-looking man stationed at the door twisting she and her human companion into many different shapes, beating them up, standing at two graves and laughing manically, ripping out a chainsaw and shredding them, plus a number of other horrible things.
"I wouldn't care if he was Son Goku! He isn't getting in MY way!" declared Hoshi bravely-er...stupidly.
The guard sighed, no one EVER wanted to take the easy way out, "Look, do I have to call in the REAL security? They're at least ten times burlier than me easily!"
"Bring 'em o-waaaaaah?!" cried Hoshi as Nyasu dragged her away in an amazing act of strength brought on by the self-preservation instinct.
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"What did you do that for Nyasu?!" demanded Hoshi near the entrance to Viridian Forest, "My Charmander could have taken care of whatever men he called on!"
"And it's dat very same arrogance that made yer parents demand I accompany you. You don't think straight when yer pissed--or ever for that matter--and you get inta losta trouble."
"I do NOT! And I could have had an absolutely triumphant first victory if you hadn't ruined it!" Hoshi roared.
'Her temper almost rival's her mom's! I really gotta be careful of what I say!' thought Nyasu.
"We battle the first trainer we meet in that forest, no question asked, alright Nyasu?" Hoshi said, in a tone of voice that had the cat Pokemon knowing she didn't actually have much of a choice in the matter.
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"P...Pichu," murmured Shinji, who was now curled up in a fetal position still holding his injured Pichu, "just hold on...until someone finds us."
"HEY YOU!" called a feminine voice, "YEAH, YOU! IF YOU'RE A TRUE POKEMON TRAINER I DEMAND A BATTLE!" the voice belonged to none other than Hoshi, who, in a desperate search for opponents has scoured the forest for another trainer and captured a wild Spearow in the process with her Charmander.
Shinji leapt to his feet and looked at Hoshi up and down, "I'd fight you, but first...do you have any potion? My only Pokemon, Pichu is real hurt but I don't have none!"
"What bad grammar," observed Nyasu quietly, not thinking at all of the times she'd said "dat" instead of "that", "yer" instead of "your" and other such things, "good thing I ain't like dat in no way!" she nodded to herself, satisfied with her sense of superiority over this boy.
"Shame on you!" Hoshi scolded, also looking for a chance to bolster her ego, "I mean, with all that can happen in a place like this you just run in unprotected?!"
"D-do you have any potion?" Shinji asked once again, quietly though, this time.
"Well.....no," Hoshi confessed causing everyone around to fall down anime style.
Shinji jumped up, "You got no reason to lecture ME then, ya know!"
"Well!" snapped Hoshi.
"Well what?" asked Shinji.
"Well...well...well..." she mumbled, not quite having a comeback.
"Ok, I got it. Yer both equally unprepared and stupid-like," announced Nyasu, "so don't go around making it obvious. I don't want people to think I'M a nitwit too!"
"A...talking Nyasu?! How is that p-p-possible?!" stuttered Shinji.
"It's possible. Unfortunately for the good of humanity," Hoshi replied, "and don't you have any other pokemon? I want a fight RIGHT NOW!"
"N-no, and since you don't have any, I guess I should go back to Pallet to get some."
"Pallet? Why not just go back to Viridian?"
"I tried that about an hour ago, but these people in black were blocking the entrances and telling me I couldn't go through."
"Viridian was fine two hours ago."
"It's not fine NOW! But that's ok, I know a way back to Pallet from here. I just didn't want to go home until after I'd asked someone else for help since I'm kinda the "chicken" in my class and everyone was mad I got to go on a Pokemon journey and picked on me, saying I'd be back crying for my mommy in no time."
Hoshi raised her eyebrow, to her it didn't exactly make sense that people were "picked" to go on a pokemon journey instead of choosing freely, but she'd heard things had changed a bit around Pallet since the death of pokemon legend and expert, Professor Oak.
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"When you said you had a shortcut back to Pallet I didn't quite think you had THIS in mind!" growled Hoshi from where she was next to Shinji crawling through thick, thorny underbrush
Shinji shrugged, "You agreed."
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Later at night, the humans and Pokemon had decided to stop, just short of Pallet Town since they were all obviously tired.
"Let's sleep here," called Shinji pointing to a small clearing in the underbrush.
"Oh good, a thorn-free sp-" Hoshi wasn't even able to finish her sentence because Shinji had set up Pichu, a little bed and all, so the mouse Pokemon was taking up the almost the entire clearing.
"There, now Pichu will be nice and comfy during the night!" Shinji announced triumphantly.
"What about the rest of us?!" snapped Nyasu and Hoshi at virtually the same time.
"We'll be fine," responded Shinji, plopping down and taking up what was left of the clearing.
"What a gentleman," muttered Hoshi sarcastically, laying low in the most thorn-free spot she could find.
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). But then the other pokémon are referred to in English... I think you'd better stick with one language. Even if Hoshi, Shinji, and Keiko have Japanese names, Misty, Ash, and the others are still English-speakers, and they probably wouldn't use honoraries. "Mr. Giovanni" would do instead of "Giovanni-sama" (and incidentally, it would be "Giovanni-san"; he's not the ruler of Kanto, or a god, despite his best wishes).
