Chapter 1
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CONTENT WARNINGS: LIGHT SWEARING
Homies, I’m rewriting this fic.
I will never be satisfied (iykyk) with the original, turns out. And my chapter publishing schedule was in anarchy. So I’m gonna rewrite it and attempt cohesion.
Now.
Chapter 1: Well, I guess I’m a Trainer
My eyes skim the battle between Leon and Raihan on my phone as I attempt to brush my tumbleweed hair. It’s too dry, and I don’t have any water on hand. It fluffs out more with every tug of the brush, eventually leaving me looking like a Flareon. After trying to tame it, I pull it back into a loose ponytail like always, and I reach for my phone to see the final results. Leon won, obviously. Raihan’s too focused on utilizing weather effects over training to be well rounded. Leon’s battle style definitely has its flaws, though. Based on what I’ve seen combined with his stats, his style is a mix of brute force and cockiness. I’ve never seen cockiness play such a key role in battle style, and he hides it well, but there’s a distinct feel to it that tells me he thinks he’s invincible. Not raw cockiness, like Blue from Kanto, though.
I retie my hair about thirty times before I’m satisfied. I love my hair, but.. it shouldn’t take all this time.
“Abby! Hop’s ‘ere, an’ he wants you to hurry up an’ get down here!” My mum yells, probably from the kitchen. She loves cooking, and she’s really good at it. Most of the time, it goes to the Munchlax, because neither of us eat a lot. It’s a weird system that’s going to end with us having a Snorlax.
“I’m coming!” I call, sliding my varsity jacket over my shoulders. It’s worn out and scuffed, but that adds to my look of tired, probably angry sports girl. Mum would like me to wear the pink shirt dress and gray Wooloo wool cardigan my grandmother got me, but we both know that’s not going to happen.
And it never will. Never.
I dart out to the front door, grabbing Mum’s old bag on the way out. It’s the kind of worn out that leaves you with pieces of fake leather on your hands, clothes, everywhere, but I still like it. Not sure why.
“Abby! Today’s the day Lee’s coming! Come on, mate!” Hop greets, his eyes blazing in excitement. Before I can walk over to him, he’s already sprinting down the path, slightly trampling Mum’s garden. I dash out and quickly catch up to him, using my longer legs and general athleticism to my advantage. I’m somewhere over five inches taller than him for the time being, although he’s shorter than Mum, who’s 5’6 and a half. He’s probably closer to 5’6, even. I don’t know what to think anymore. I’m taller than Dad was.
I notice a Wooloo at the gate to the Slumbering Weald, trying to bust through. If the little guy knows what’s good for him, he’ll back off before he can even loosen a hinge. I turn back to the short path up to Hop’s house and pick up the pace.
“Sheesh, can’t you know when to quit? I always beat you,” I tease as he sprints to keep up. His tan face flushes red from his heavy breathing as I jump the fence to his yard, while he chooses to go through the gate. While I leisurely stroll to his front door, he jogs up breathlessly and barges through into his house, almost slamming into me on the way.
“Mum! Where’s Lee? Have you got him crammed in a cupboard?” Hop demands, glancing around his living room like a lunatic, as if he’ll find the Champion hiding behind a potted plant or something.
“He’s just arrived at the station in Wedgehurst. Oh, hello, Abby. Why don’t you two go get him?” Hop’s mum suggests, clearly tired of Hop’s insanity. She’s a very polite, well-mannered woman, and has only yelled at Hop twice that I can remember. I’m not sure how she does it. I’ve yelled at Hop more times than any human can count.
“Well then, we best get going! You know Lee’s hopeless with directions.” Before I can disagree, Hop’s already back out the door. I sigh, roll my eyes, and trudge after him. Nothing I haven’t done before. “C’mon, mate! Hurry!”
I jog after him, listening to the cries of the Wooloos in the fields, and as we get closer to town, the cheers of Leon super fans. Hop darts forward when he notices the crowd, and I hesitantly pick up the pace a little.
Leon, every bit the confident champion full of personality that he is on the pitch, walks out, his ridiculous cape flowing behind him dramatically and his freakishly tall Charizard by his side. He smiles into the crowd, then hits his classic Charizard pose. Several of the teenage girls in the crowd (not me, obviously) literally swoon. It’s not like he’s even hot.
“Hello, hello, people of Postwick! Your champion has returned!” His deep-ish voice is slightly smug, mostly stupid.
Reflects his battle style, I think, holding in a snort.
“Lee! Over here!”
“Hop! Good to see that my biggest fan’s come to get me! And it looks like you’ve grown… exactly an inch and a quarter since the last time I saw you!”
“That’s right! It’s that kind of sharp eye that makes you the champion you are!” Hop replies, his idiotic grin spreading wider with every word.
“Short!” I yell, unable to help myself.
“And you must be Abby! It’s nice to finally meet you. As I’m sure you know, I’m the greatest champion the Galar Region’s ever seen, as well as a major Charizard fan! People call me the Unbeatable Leon!” He greets, his stage smile unscathed. Cockiness. He’s not unbeatable, not at all. He needs to learn that all it’ll take is one trainer slightly stronger to end his whole career.
“That’s right,” I nod, keeping my expression blank. Someone needs to keep his ego in check, or else his battling will degrade, and fast. He’s currently at the perfect blend of brute force and cockiness, and even a slight change in percentage will ruin him.
“Come on!” Hop shouts, waving wildly and his dumb grin still widening. Arceus, you’d think that his face muscles would be throbbing by now.
“Well then, everyone, it looks like I’ll be going! Don’t worry, I’ll be back to make sure everyone has a champion time!” I roll my eyes as Leon Charizard poses AGAIN, getting even louder cheers than the first time.
“I bet I can beat you both back to the house!” Hop calls, already taking off down the dirt path. I rush to catch up with him, leaving Leon behind. I’m sure he catches up at some point. He’ll be fine. He’s a grown man. At least physically.
I jump the fence like always as Hop stumbles through the gate. Leon follows several feet behind, smirking to himself about something. You know, one time I was poking around his room, and I found some books that were rated 18+ for things that I do not want to talk about, so I really don’t want to know what he’s thinking.
“I have a surprise for you two,” Leon announces as he walks through the gate. I guess this family is incapable of jumping fences. Before I can remark on that point, Leon grabs three pokéballs from his bag. My eyes widen as he sends out the little guys. “The grass-type Pokémon, Grookey, the fire-type Pokémon, Scorbunny, and the water-type Pokémon, Sobble.” I instantly gravitate towards Sobble, probably out of pity. I reach my hand out, and the tiny little thing bops my finger.
“You can pick first, mate, I’ve already got my Wooloo,” Hop adds, standing off to the sidelines of the impressive battle court. I’ve always been jealous that Hop has his own Pokémon, and now he’s going to have two. It’ll make it all the more impressive when I beat him.
I crouch down to the Water-Type as it stares at me with wide eyes.“I want Sobble,” I declare as the little dude climbs up my arm. I can tell we’re going to be an epic pair, rivaling the skills of.. well, Leon and Charizard! There’s a connection between us. Something different to everything about Pokémon I’ve seen. This ain’t no thinkin’ thing. This is real.
“Go ahead and take ‘er pokéball, then,” Leon instructs, gesturing to the open pokéball on the ground.
“It’s a female? Sobble only have a 12.5% chance of being female,” I remark as the little.. um, girl, I guess, sits on my shoulder. Leon gives me a quizzical glance, and I reply, “I’m big on percentages and statistics. Deal.”
“You gonna name ‘er, mate?” Hop asks, bouncing on his feet in anticipation.
My mind flashes back to the Full House marathon I fell asleep watching last night. The idea hits me so quick that I know it’s meant to be. “DJ. That’s her name.”
On second thought, that’s kind of stupid, but on third thought, so am I.
“Nice! Let’s see… I’ll take Scorbunny!” Hop exclaims, and the little fire guy dashes over to him, his ears twitching with every step. It looks like they have the same amount of energy, that’s for sure. “Welcome to the team, little mate! I’ll call you Pyro!”
“Then I’ll take Grookey! Charizard’ll show you the ropes. You’ll fit in just fine!” The shy little Grookey stumbles over to Leon’s massive Charizard. The thing’s got to be over six and a half feet tall… wonder how that happened. “Well then, it’s getting late! We better get something to eat!
“Mum’s making shish kebabs! Abby, call your Mum so we can have a proper celebration! After all, we’re trainers now!” Hop exclaims, his excitement overflowing.
My mum comes over, and we have a feast of shish kebabs. I toss DJ a couple of pieces, and her little smile as she eats them is, quite frankly, adorable. We sit quietly while Hop and Leon ramble on about some battle thing, when I get an idea.
“Deej,” I whisper to my Sobble. “We’re going to take on the gyms together. We’re going to be champions. We’re going to prove that Leon’s beatable. How’s that sound to you?”
DJ makes a cute little sound and taps my hand. And I take that as a yes.
“DJ, you’re the best partner that I could have gotten. And together, we’ll rise up. We will win.”
“Splish.”
“Abby, we best head home now,” Mum interrupts, breaking my focus. “After all, I’m sure you have an adventure ahead for tomorrow!”
“Damn right I do,” I mumble, slamming my fist into my palm. I wave to Hop and jog back to my house, DJ resting on my shoulder. The Budew in the garden greet us, and DJ jumps a little, but I bring her down to get a closer look, and she calms down. “They’re friends. They help with the vegetables,” I explain as she takes a step closer to them. The Budew make little chirping sounds, and DJ attempts to echo them back. I think they’re friends now.
Once I get through the door, I ask a question. “Mum, do you think that Leon’s actually unbeatable?”
“I suppose it sure seems that way.”
“Well, I’m going to beat him. Me and DJ will.”
“Abby, what are you-?”
“Gotta go research battle strategies, see ya!” I dash to my room and pull up Leon’s stats. His team is well rounded, but there’s always a way to break through.
“Deej, someday, you’ll be up against Leon’s Charizard,” I monologue, scrolling through the stats. “And you’re going to win. I know you will.”
“Splash!”
“That’s right. You know, it’s real quiet in here. It’s time I introduce you to 90’s country and R&B. Wouldn’t assume that’s what Leon’s into.” I flip to my music app and pull up my ridiculously long playlist. We both fall asleep at some time around 1 AM, after hours of stats and music. DJ’s favorite is What’s It To You. It’s my favorite, too.
We’re already a perfect team. In sync. Especially when it comes to music, shish kebabs, and beating “unbeatable” champions, apparently.
When I wake up the next morning, DJ crawls over to me and sits on my shoulder.
“Sheesh, it’s early, Deej. I guess I better shower. Don’t break anything.”
“Splish!”
“Good DJ.”
Look, I know what you’re thinking. It’s not that different, is it?
Yeah, this chapter actually wasn’t that bad. But now that you’ve gone through all the effort of reading this, would you perhaps leave a review? I would greatly appreciate it.
I have the honor to be your obedient servant,
M. Queen
Homies, I’m rewriting this fic.
I will never be satisfied (iykyk) with the original, turns out. And my chapter publishing schedule was in anarchy. So I’m gonna rewrite it and attempt cohesion.
Now.
Chapter 1: Well, I guess I’m a Trainer
My eyes skim the battle between Leon and Raihan on my phone as I attempt to brush my tumbleweed hair. It’s too dry, and I don’t have any water on hand. It fluffs out more with every tug of the brush, eventually leaving me looking like a Flareon. After trying to tame it, I pull it back into a loose ponytail like always, and I reach for my phone to see the final results. Leon won, obviously. Raihan’s too focused on utilizing weather effects over training to be well rounded. Leon’s battle style definitely has its flaws, though. Based on what I’ve seen combined with his stats, his style is a mix of brute force and cockiness. I’ve never seen cockiness play such a key role in battle style, and he hides it well, but there’s a distinct feel to it that tells me he thinks he’s invincible. Not raw cockiness, like Blue from Kanto, though.
I retie my hair about thirty times before I’m satisfied. I love my hair, but.. it shouldn’t take all this time.
“Abby! Hop’s ‘ere, an’ he wants you to hurry up an’ get down here!” My mum yells, probably from the kitchen. She loves cooking, and she’s really good at it. Most of the time, it goes to the Munchlax, because neither of us eat a lot. It’s a weird system that’s going to end with us having a Snorlax.
“I’m coming!” I call, sliding my varsity jacket over my shoulders. It’s worn out and scuffed, but that adds to my look of tired, probably angry sports girl. Mum would like me to wear the pink shirt dress and gray Wooloo wool cardigan my grandmother got me, but we both know that’s not going to happen.
And it never will. Never.
I dart out to the front door, grabbing Mum’s old bag on the way out. It’s the kind of worn out that leaves you with pieces of fake leather on your hands, clothes, everywhere, but I still like it. Not sure why.
“Abby! Today’s the day Lee’s coming! Come on, mate!” Hop greets, his eyes blazing in excitement. Before I can walk over to him, he’s already sprinting down the path, slightly trampling Mum’s garden. I dash out and quickly catch up to him, using my longer legs and general athleticism to my advantage. I’m somewhere over five inches taller than him for the time being, although he’s shorter than Mum, who’s 5’6 and a half. He’s probably closer to 5’6, even. I don’t know what to think anymore. I’m taller than Dad was.
I notice a Wooloo at the gate to the Slumbering Weald, trying to bust through. If the little guy knows what’s good for him, he’ll back off before he can even loosen a hinge. I turn back to the short path up to Hop’s house and pick up the pace.
“Sheesh, can’t you know when to quit? I always beat you,” I tease as he sprints to keep up. His tan face flushes red from his heavy breathing as I jump the fence to his yard, while he chooses to go through the gate. While I leisurely stroll to his front door, he jogs up breathlessly and barges through into his house, almost slamming into me on the way.
“Mum! Where’s Lee? Have you got him crammed in a cupboard?” Hop demands, glancing around his living room like a lunatic, as if he’ll find the Champion hiding behind a potted plant or something.
“He’s just arrived at the station in Wedgehurst. Oh, hello, Abby. Why don’t you two go get him?” Hop’s mum suggests, clearly tired of Hop’s insanity. She’s a very polite, well-mannered woman, and has only yelled at Hop twice that I can remember. I’m not sure how she does it. I’ve yelled at Hop more times than any human can count.
“Well then, we best get going! You know Lee’s hopeless with directions.” Before I can disagree, Hop’s already back out the door. I sigh, roll my eyes, and trudge after him. Nothing I haven’t done before. “C’mon, mate! Hurry!”
I jog after him, listening to the cries of the Wooloos in the fields, and as we get closer to town, the cheers of Leon super fans. Hop darts forward when he notices the crowd, and I hesitantly pick up the pace a little.
Leon, every bit the confident champion full of personality that he is on the pitch, walks out, his ridiculous cape flowing behind him dramatically and his freakishly tall Charizard by his side. He smiles into the crowd, then hits his classic Charizard pose. Several of the teenage girls in the crowd (not me, obviously) literally swoon. It’s not like he’s even hot.
“Hello, hello, people of Postwick! Your champion has returned!” His deep-ish voice is slightly smug, mostly stupid.
Reflects his battle style, I think, holding in a snort.
“Lee! Over here!”
“Hop! Good to see that my biggest fan’s come to get me! And it looks like you’ve grown… exactly an inch and a quarter since the last time I saw you!”
“That’s right! It’s that kind of sharp eye that makes you the champion you are!” Hop replies, his idiotic grin spreading wider with every word.
“Short!” I yell, unable to help myself.
“And you must be Abby! It’s nice to finally meet you. As I’m sure you know, I’m the greatest champion the Galar Region’s ever seen, as well as a major Charizard fan! People call me the Unbeatable Leon!” He greets, his stage smile unscathed. Cockiness. He’s not unbeatable, not at all. He needs to learn that all it’ll take is one trainer slightly stronger to end his whole career.
“That’s right,” I nod, keeping my expression blank. Someone needs to keep his ego in check, or else his battling will degrade, and fast. He’s currently at the perfect blend of brute force and cockiness, and even a slight change in percentage will ruin him.
“Come on!” Hop shouts, waving wildly and his dumb grin still widening. Arceus, you’d think that his face muscles would be throbbing by now.
“Well then, everyone, it looks like I’ll be going! Don’t worry, I’ll be back to make sure everyone has a champion time!” I roll my eyes as Leon Charizard poses AGAIN, getting even louder cheers than the first time.
“I bet I can beat you both back to the house!” Hop calls, already taking off down the dirt path. I rush to catch up with him, leaving Leon behind. I’m sure he catches up at some point. He’ll be fine. He’s a grown man. At least physically.
I jump the fence like always as Hop stumbles through the gate. Leon follows several feet behind, smirking to himself about something. You know, one time I was poking around his room, and I found some books that were rated 18+ for things that I do not want to talk about, so I really don’t want to know what he’s thinking.
“I have a surprise for you two,” Leon announces as he walks through the gate. I guess this family is incapable of jumping fences. Before I can remark on that point, Leon grabs three pokéballs from his bag. My eyes widen as he sends out the little guys. “The grass-type Pokémon, Grookey, the fire-type Pokémon, Scorbunny, and the water-type Pokémon, Sobble.” I instantly gravitate towards Sobble, probably out of pity. I reach my hand out, and the tiny little thing bops my finger.
“You can pick first, mate, I’ve already got my Wooloo,” Hop adds, standing off to the sidelines of the impressive battle court. I’ve always been jealous that Hop has his own Pokémon, and now he’s going to have two. It’ll make it all the more impressive when I beat him.
I crouch down to the Water-Type as it stares at me with wide eyes.“I want Sobble,” I declare as the little dude climbs up my arm. I can tell we’re going to be an epic pair, rivaling the skills of.. well, Leon and Charizard! There’s a connection between us. Something different to everything about Pokémon I’ve seen. This ain’t no thinkin’ thing. This is real.
“Go ahead and take ‘er pokéball, then,” Leon instructs, gesturing to the open pokéball on the ground.
“It’s a female? Sobble only have a 12.5% chance of being female,” I remark as the little.. um, girl, I guess, sits on my shoulder. Leon gives me a quizzical glance, and I reply, “I’m big on percentages and statistics. Deal.”
“You gonna name ‘er, mate?” Hop asks, bouncing on his feet in anticipation.
My mind flashes back to the Full House marathon I fell asleep watching last night. The idea hits me so quick that I know it’s meant to be. “DJ. That’s her name.”
On second thought, that’s kind of stupid, but on third thought, so am I.
“Nice! Let’s see… I’ll take Scorbunny!” Hop exclaims, and the little fire guy dashes over to him, his ears twitching with every step. It looks like they have the same amount of energy, that’s for sure. “Welcome to the team, little mate! I’ll call you Pyro!”
“Then I’ll take Grookey! Charizard’ll show you the ropes. You’ll fit in just fine!” The shy little Grookey stumbles over to Leon’s massive Charizard. The thing’s got to be over six and a half feet tall… wonder how that happened. “Well then, it’s getting late! We better get something to eat!
“Mum’s making shish kebabs! Abby, call your Mum so we can have a proper celebration! After all, we’re trainers now!” Hop exclaims, his excitement overflowing.
My mum comes over, and we have a feast of shish kebabs. I toss DJ a couple of pieces, and her little smile as she eats them is, quite frankly, adorable. We sit quietly while Hop and Leon ramble on about some battle thing, when I get an idea.
“Deej,” I whisper to my Sobble. “We’re going to take on the gyms together. We’re going to be champions. We’re going to prove that Leon’s beatable. How’s that sound to you?”
DJ makes a cute little sound and taps my hand. And I take that as a yes.
“DJ, you’re the best partner that I could have gotten. And together, we’ll rise up. We will win.”
“Splish.”
“Abby, we best head home now,” Mum interrupts, breaking my focus. “After all, I’m sure you have an adventure ahead for tomorrow!”
“Damn right I do,” I mumble, slamming my fist into my palm. I wave to Hop and jog back to my house, DJ resting on my shoulder. The Budew in the garden greet us, and DJ jumps a little, but I bring her down to get a closer look, and she calms down. “They’re friends. They help with the vegetables,” I explain as she takes a step closer to them. The Budew make little chirping sounds, and DJ attempts to echo them back. I think they’re friends now.
Once I get through the door, I ask a question. “Mum, do you think that Leon’s actually unbeatable?”
“I suppose it sure seems that way.”
“Well, I’m going to beat him. Me and DJ will.”
“Abby, what are you-?”
“Gotta go research battle strategies, see ya!” I dash to my room and pull up Leon’s stats. His team is well rounded, but there’s always a way to break through.
“Deej, someday, you’ll be up against Leon’s Charizard,” I monologue, scrolling through the stats. “And you’re going to win. I know you will.”
“Splash!”
“That’s right. You know, it’s real quiet in here. It’s time I introduce you to 90’s country and R&B. Wouldn’t assume that’s what Leon’s into.” I flip to my music app and pull up my ridiculously long playlist. We both fall asleep at some time around 1 AM, after hours of stats and music. DJ’s favorite is What’s It To You. It’s my favorite, too.
We’re already a perfect team. In sync. Especially when it comes to music, shish kebabs, and beating “unbeatable” champions, apparently.
When I wake up the next morning, DJ crawls over to me and sits on my shoulder.
“Sheesh, it’s early, Deej. I guess I better shower. Don’t break anything.”
“Splish!”
“Good DJ.”
Look, I know what you’re thinking. It’s not that different, is it?
Yeah, this chapter actually wasn’t that bad. But now that you’ve gone through all the effort of reading this, would you perhaps leave a review? I would greatly appreciate it.
I have the honor to be your obedient servant,
M. Queen
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