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Pokemon - The Blurred Line {Chapter 4 UP!!}{First Pokemon, First Battle}

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Well, this is my second fic, and my last one I made long ago and was a complete and utter failure. Matter of fact, I don't think it even got off the ground. Anyway, I figured I'd try again, and hope people will actually read this fic.

 

[spoiler=Ch. 1 - I swear I'll get out of here...]

"Why can't I?!" Roy shouted to his mother. His brown eyes were filled with disbelief and rage. His mother quickly responded, her words attempting to flatten Roy's resilience with a hammer of authority "No! You think I'm going to let you go anywhere with such harmful creatures?" Her words stung Roy, because even if he retaliated, there was no possible chance of him defying his own mother. Roy retorted "I'm 14 years old, and most people go out on their own with their Pokemon when they're ten!" The broken record played and played, as the same tune continued. Roy wanted to become a Pokemon Trainer, but his mother would never approve.

 

"Any parent letting their child run off with beasts that can breath fire should be smacked! The final decision is no!" The storm of Roy's defiance had been calmed by the might of parental authority, yet again. He headed for the door to the outside of his house, right next to the coat hanger, and Roy had said "I'm going for a walk." and walked out with his fuming mother, the kitchen, and living room area (which were connected), behind him.

 

The wind blew through Roy's dark brown, shaggy hair without moving it an inch as he walked in the grass around his house. Though his short sleeved, dark blue jacket went over his black T-shirt flowed in the wind, his dark blue jean shorts did not. Roy kept one thing secret from his mother, which is that he had been using his allowance to buy Pokemon food, for a wild Growlithe that always came by his house. Roy snuck behind the house, making sure his mother wasn't watching, and pulled out a bag of Pokemon food from his silver backpack, which leaned against the rear of the house.

 

Roy also grabbed a green food bowl out of his bag, and layed it flat on the ground. Roy ripped open the bag of Pokemon food, and filled the food bowl to the appropriate amount, as stated on the bag for Pokemon Growlithe's size. Roy puckered his lips and let out a high note wistle, and then a low not whistle. From a forest not far behind Roy's house, there was a rustling noise in the green bushes, and out came a happy little Growlithe, dashing towards his favorite kid in all of Salem Town. Growlithe happily muched away at the food given to him by Roy, as Roy scratched Growlithe right behind his ears. After Growlithe had finished wolfing his food down, he jumped up on Roy's chest, knocking him to the ground as he started licking his face.

 

Roy began thinking Why can't it be this way? Why can't me and Growlithe go on a journey? I've been here so long, all of my childhood friends went off already, and I've been stuck here babysitting the town's little kids. Mom said that they'd be just as good as my old friends, but most of them still play with action figures. Mom made me play with them a couple times, too. I swear on my life I'll get out of this hole. At least I'll be able to go to my uncle's for a week, starting tomorrow. Roy planned on sneaking Growlithe along, so he could at least play with him at his Uncle's. This would be the first time meeting his Uncle, and all his mother told him about him is that he loved Pokemon, and that he was real old. She told him he kept Pokemon around the house, and she thought he was a nutcase and a half.

 

That night, Roy lay his head on his pillow, dreaming of the day he would go out on his journey to become a Pokemon Trainer. The next day, he left the house with his backpack, which his mother thought was full of clothes, when there was hardly any in there at all. It was mostly taken up by the bowl and the Pokemon food. His mother yelled in the distance of the house that lay behind Roy "Don't forget to use your repel!" Of course, Roy didn't plan on using it, otherwise Growlithe wouldn't come. As Roy left, he walked by a sign saying: ROUTE 86. WESTWARD TO SERUTICK CITY.

 

Beyond that sign lay large patches of grass that were as tall as Roy's shins. He found several Rattata's and Pidgey's scurrying by his black tennis shoes. He occasionally found a Caterpie, Furret, or even a Spearow. Roy knew all of these Pokemon's names, and it only reminded him of the first time he asked his mother if he could become a Pokemon Trainer. It was a train wreck, it would've went better if he asked his mother if he asked for a flamethrower.

 

Roy then thought about one thing. You know, after I pick up Growlithe, maybe I could go off on my own without telling her. It would take her a week to find out, and an extra day before she expected me to be home, since it takes a day to get back. This could be my chance... Roy continued walking through the green, luscious forest, as Pokemon crawled and sprawled like termites in an old woodshed. Roy marveled at the beautiful creatures, that were all different shapes, sizes and colors, and he heard that some even seemed otherworldly and omnipotent.

 

Roy was around the area that Growlithe would normally come from whenever he called for Growlithe to eat and play, which he new from the slightly scorched bush from a trick called Ember that Growlithe recently learned how to do on it's own. Roy puckered his lips and once again whistled a high and low note, back to back, and the red Growlithe came running toward's his favorite kid. Growlithe was especially happy to see Roy around his own home, the grassy area in which he lived.

 

What always made Roy wonder was that Growlithe normally lived in either volcanic areas or grassy plains, but he supposed that a grassy forest was good enough to be a grassy plain. Roy knelt down to his favorite friend, which made a much better friend than the 6 year old little brothers of his old friends, which demanded Roy to do this or that. He had enough of that with his overprotective, irrational mother, for so Roy thought she was.

 

Roy told his Growlithe "We're going to my Uncle's house, and there is going to be a few Pokemon there to. Want to go?" Of course, Growlithe didn't catch every single word that Roy told him, but Roy imagined he got the gist of the message, because Growlithe barked like a little puppy, with his head jerking upward as he barked. Roy returned to his vertical base, and continued walking, with his trusty Growlithe right beside him. All Roy could think about, was This is how it should be. Me and my Growlithe against the world, and especially my mother.

 

Roy and Growlithe both heard a rustle in the bushes nearby, and a frail, old man was the source. He wore a green turtleneck longsleeve sweater, and brown pants with black loafter shoes. He approached Roy, and noticed all the Pokemon around him. He gawked and stared at all the Pokemon that lay around Roy. Several were in nearby trees, and Rattata were still walking by Roy's feet. He then noticed a Growlithe, a very rare Pokemon around this area.

 

"So this be where all the Pokemon went..." He said curiously as he scratched his head. He took another looked around, and told Roy "You're a mighty lucky lad, if I say so m'self.". He had a somewhat southern accent. It was very faint, but it was still quite noticable. He turned to Growlithe, and asked "Where'd you get a Growlithe? They don't come around here very often, if at all." Roy glanced at Growlithe, and back to the old man. He responded "Well, he's been living around this forest. I don't live to far from here.

 

"Well, I must say you are certaintly your mother's child, always real lucky. Of course, she never took a big likin' to Pokemon. I'm also real ashamed your mother didn't tell you what your uncle looked like."

 

[spoiler=Ch. 2 - Good Ol' Uncle]

Roy was somewhat suprised to see his uncle, and was a little relieved he didn't have to walk very far to meet him for the first time. "I didn't know you'd be walking over to pick me up." Roy said with a trickle of suprise. Growlithe barked in a friendly manner at the old man as he wagged his tail. "Well, I was going for a walk to catch a few Pokemon, but I noticed that they were very scarce, even at this time of day. I kept goin' and I found you, and look around you. They're all around here!" Roy knew that there would be Pokemon around, but he never knew that there would be this many in the wild, and he began to wonder why there were so many. Roy scratched the back of his neck, and replied "Well, I don't know why they're all around me. Kind of weird."

 

"Well anywho, I'm your uncle, and you can call me Stew. Come on, my house is in the town none too far from here." The old man walked back into the bushes, as Roy followed close behind. Growlithe became really excited, and barked energetically up at Roy as he walked. Stew's head turned over his shoulder at Roy, his face wrought with a quizzical look. He asked "This Growlithe yours?" Roy looked down for a moment, and thought about how his mother would never even let him own a Pokemon. Not even a harmless one, like a Rattata, or a Ditto, which he managed to find once in the woods one day. Roy replied "Well, not exactly." Stew shrugged, and asked "Do you feed him?" Roy muttered, because he worried Stew would tell his mother. "Yes." "Do you play with him?" "Yes." "Then he's yours." Growlithe barked again, seemingly in agreement with Stew's statement.

 

Stew and Roy came to the end of a long field of tall grass and bushes, which apparently was an off road detour. Lying along the road, a few feet from a very small collection of houses, a blue store building, and a strange red building, was a wooden, green roofed shack with a grey, stone chimney. "Here we are, son. Good ol' home, sweet home." Stew walked up to the green door of the modest shack, crossing a dirt road on the way over, and used a key to open the door. Stew walked in, and Roy followed close behind, as did Growlithe.

 

Within the shack was an old oak wood floor, and a square green carpet lay in the center. A wooden coffee table lay on the green carpet, with a three reclining chairs around it. A television set lay a few feet away from the coffee table, and seemed slightly larger than most television sets. Right behind the television set lay a wooden staircase, with a kitchen area about 8 feet beyond the coffee table area. "You don't want to see this ol' shack. My Pokemon are all out back. How about we go see 'em?" Growlithe barked with excitement, yet again, and ran quickly out and around to the rear of the small building, as Roy followed not too far behind him.

 

Behind the modest house, lay a flat, grassy area with a small, man made pond and five feeding bowls. A white fence lay around the grassy area, which appeared to have an area of 10 to 15 feet. Within the small fenced area, lie five Pokemon: A Pidgey, an Eevee, a Ghastly, an Abra, and a Pikachu, all running around in a frantic manner, all seeming very happy and playfull. "Well, these are all of 'em." Roy took a particular interest in an item over to the upper right corner of the fenced area. It was oval shaped, a white colored item with dots of several different colors. Roy asked "Hey, Uncle Stew, what is that? An egg?" Uncle Stew nodded and replied "Yep. You got it. It's quite obviously a Togepi egg, which you can tell from the red, blue, and yellow colored dots. Most eggs just have green dots."

 

Growlithe jumped and hopped over the white fencing, into the fenced area. The group welcomed him and played with him as they all frantically ran around. Stew turned around and started walking towards the front of the building "Let's leave him to play with his new friends. How about we catch up inside?" Stew said, as he continued walking.

 

Roy and Stew sat inside the warm, cozy, relaxing house, that seemed to have an old fashioned, calm atmosphere. Roy seemed at perfect content in the relaxing, reclined chair in the coffee table area. Stew walked over from the kitchen room area with a tray, a tray with two mugs containing hot chocolate, with marshmallow cream in both. Stew carefully layed the tray down on the coffee table, and sat in a reclining chair next to Roy. He asked "So, got any friends at home?" Roy began thinking about his old friends, friends that left about 4, and for some of them, 5 years ago. Roy muttered unhappily "No. They all left on their Pokemon journey. I'm stuck playing with their little siblings." Stew sighed with anger and frustration, his face wrought with distess "That stubborn, controlling woman. She needs to learn to let go." Roy's facial expression changed in a flash, going from disconcerting to quizzical. "Let go of what?" he asked curiously."

 

Stew replied quickly, as if trying to erase what he said before "Oh.... her children! Yeah, and the things she holds dear." Stew eased right into his impromptu cover up, continuing his statement, saying "She apparently can't handle having her little boy grow up." while he picked up one of the mugs on the coffee table, and took a small sip. Roy nodded, and put on a fake, yet believable, agreeing expression. He picked up the second warm mug and cradled it with both hands, in an attempt to warm his hands. He took a sip, as the relaxing flavor and temperature calmed and warmed his body. Stew put down his mug on the coffee table, and said "Hey, Roy, I've got a gift to give you." Roy's blank expression filled with suprise when he said "Really? What is it?" Stew chuckled innocently, but suspiciously, and put Roy on a cliffhanger, saying "You'll have to see tomorrow. Speaking of, I think it's getting a little late."

 

After finishing their hot chocolate, they headed up the wooden staircase, leading to a hallway of rooms. "The one on the left is your room, right across is mine, and the bathroom is right next door to your room, if you need it." Roy carried his backpack on one shoulder and walked into his room, and put the bag on his bed. Uncle Stew popped his head into Roy's quickly, and said with a touch of suspense "Sleep tight, kiddo. Your suprise will be ready for you tomorrow."

 

Roy quickly unpacked his bag, and put Growlithe's food and bowl towards the left corner of the room. The room was somewhat bare, with a single person bed, with a lamp atop a nightstand to the left of the bed, away from the door, with a dresser a few feet away from the bed to the right. He put his bag containing his clothes atop the dresser, and his shoes neatly paired together next to the bed. He lay on the soft bed, with several thoughts running through his mind.

 

Uncle's on my side, which means I could work with him to convince, or if need be, retaliate, against mom. Maybe, when I get home, I could work with him to get out of my little town, and away to an actual life. I wonder what Uncle's gift will be? Maybe it's one of his Pokemon, or that Togepi egg. Mom, mom, mom. She is such a stubborn, controlling, overprotective..... sometimes she makes my blood boil. She say she does everything for my own good, but how is letting my friends graduate out of this boring life and making me stay behind for my own good? Next year, Joey will be ten, and on his journey before I will be! I swear, by any means, I will go on my journey, whether my mother likes it or not!

 

The next day, Roy woke up to the feeling of being shaken up by his Uncle Stew. He slowly regained awareness as he felt his hands gripping his shoulders, and lightly shaking him into consciousness. Everything quickly became visable again, as he repeatedly heard him being told to wake up. Roy's half awake self asked "What? What is it...?" Stew replied calmly and quickly "Get up. Your getting out of here." Roy couldn't believe his ears. He was being kicked out of his Uncle's home. He sat half up right, and asked "What? You're...... kicking me out?" Uncle Stew ungripped his nephew's shoulders, and told him "Nope. You're going on your journey, kid."

 

[spoiler=Ch. 3 - My Journey Begins]

".........What? How are you going to convice my mom?" Uncle Stew let out a mischevious chuckle, with a twinkle in his eye. He put up his index finger and replied "We don't have to convince her, we just have to not tell her. She'll end up finding out a week later, and I'm sure she wouldn't mind if I sent her a letter saying that you really want to stay here, and that you'd be staying here for a few more days, giving you at least a week's head start, so she won't be able to find you. What do you say, kiddo?"

 

Roy was in a speechless disbelief. His mouth gawking like a fool, he had not believed what was being proposed to him, or what to think of it. He had thought about going on a journey without his mother's consent, but every child has thought about doing something signifigant against their parents, but actually doing something was completely different matter. He swallowed his shock, and finally, everything melted away. His worries, his fears, his doubts, everything that makes him choke up dissipated in a flourishing happiness, displayed by a giant grin on his face. He finally replied "I say it's time to get moving!"

 

After Roy had gotten dressed and packed up, he rushed downstairs to see all the items his uncle had gotten him, to prepare for his trip. Out spread on the coffee table, were five pokeballs, several potions, some pokemon food, an old Pokedex, and a wallet. "The wallet's got $1000. It's a tiny chunk of my savings I can afford to spare. You'll get more money when you win battles and gym badges." Roy stared in unbelief at all his supplies, especially his Pokeballs. He didn't believe he would ever actually own one. Roy knelt down beside the coffee table and opened his bag. He put his backpack down and started putting in all his new items and supplies for the long journey that lay ahead of him. Roy was a kid in a candy store, and Uncle Stew was the shop owner. Uncles Stew stared at Roy packing, proud that he made someone's boyhood dream come true.

 

"I suppose you'll be taking your Growlithe, eh?" Roy nodded, and replied "Of course. Why wouldn't I take him?" Uncle Stew put a hand to his chin, and said "You know, don't you think he should be put in a Pokeball?" Roy, thought for a moment, just as he finished packing the items, and replied "Nah, I think he'll be alright. If not, then I'll be sure to get one for him." Uncle Stew chuckled, "Well, you know that little fella better than I do." he replied, and walked out the door to the shack. Roy zipped up his backpack, threw it over his shoulder, and walked out after him.

 

After they went outside, Roy noticed Growlithe playing around with the other Pokemon, chasing and being chased, when Growlithe noticed Roy. He dashed as quick as possible, leaped over the fence, dashed towards Roy, and jumped at him, knocking Roy to the ground, licking his face clean. "That little fella sure does like you, son." Roy laughed as Growlithe licked his face all over, and when Growlithe had his fill, he got off Roy's chest, and stared at him happily. Roy got back up to a vertical base, and Uncle Stew told him "You had better be ready, and be sure to catch many Pokemon early, and train them quite a bit. You won't be able to get anywhere riding on one Pokemon."

 

Roy nodded. "I'll be sure to catch plenty of Pokemon!" Growlithe barked right on cue, as if to agree. Uncle Stew began reminding him of how which types go best against other types, and that Roy should be sure to catch a wide variety. After a very long winded lecture of Pokemon Battling 101, and gave him a map of the entire region. "Head down route 85, which should be right over here." Uncle Stew pointed to the route directly behind him, which also ran through the town he lived in. "Remember, if your Pokemon get tired or weak, head to a Pokemon Center. If you run out of medicine or Pokeballs, head to a Pokemon Mart. Do you remember the difference between the two?" Roy nodded, and his eyes told everything he was feeling, he couldn't wait to start, and he couldn't wait to get going.

 

"You sure you are going to be able to take care of the whole mom thing when she finds out?" Roy asked, his expression and voice reflected how he felt about what would happen if mom were to ever find out about this whole thing, and find him. "No worries. I've got everything covered. Go on now, and remember, catch plenty of Pokemon." Roy nodded, and knelt down to his Growlithe, his eyes lit with a fire of excitement and passion "You ready, Growlithe?" Growlithe barked and ran around in a full circle. You couldn't tell which one was more excited about the whole ordeal.

 

"Alright sonny, with that, you are dismissed." Roy and Growlithe dashed down Route 85, the grass shuffling as they ran by, and a passion burned brighter in both of their hearts than any passion they have ever had. Roy's eyes scanned and searched for any Pokemon he could catch, because he knew he would need more than one Pokemon. Roy's eyes lit up, and his face grew a wide grin when he saw how many Pokemon he could try to catch. There were bushes and tall grass to the right of the path, and several trees to his right and left. He managed to spot a lone Abra, in a patch of grass, his back to Roy.

 

Roy stopped, and whatever Roy does, Growlithe follows whatever it is. Roy lowers himself to Growlithe, saying "Shhh!", and decides to creep up on the unsuspecting Abra. He gets low again, and whispers to Growlithe "Bite". Like a jungle cat to his prey, Growlithe dashes towards his victim, leaps and comes down for the pounce, his jaws wide open to sink his teeth into the Abra. However, Abra was far too smart for such a trick, and teleported away from his grasp, and was no where to be found.

 

Growlithe lowered his head and began whining, and returned to Roy. He smacked himself straight on the forehead "I should've remembered, youg Abra never fight, they teleport away from battle." Roy looked down at his dissapointed Growlithe with a grin "Don't worry. That was my mistake. There are plenty of Pokemon everywhere to catch." He took a good look around the area, and spotted a flock of Pidgey, just to his left, playing around a nearby tree. He managed to spot a Pidgey that was mostly seperate from the group, about 10 or 11 feet away from the flock. He knelt to his Growlithe "See that Pidgey, right over there, a little seperated from his group? Hit it with Ember."

 

On his master's wim, Growlithe inhaled a large breath, and spewed small flames that flew towards the Pidgey in a spraying fashion. However, to their misfortune, with quick reflexes and a keen eye the Pidgey flew quickly out of the danger of the flames. The flames blasted a nearby tree, setting it right on fire, which caused the several other Pidgey to flee in a frantic panic. The nearby Water Pokemon in the pond, a group of Poliwags, quickly sprang to stop the fire with their Bubblebeam. The fire gone revealed a dead and burnt tree, whose branches were, for the most part, still there. It was quite a depressing sight, and it stuck out from the rest of the forest like atmosphere.

 

Growlithe hung his head again, knowing he wasn't subtle enough to catch the Pidgey off guard. Roy was quick to comfort him, and he wouldn't let anybody have long faces on his journey. "Don't worry about it. Pidgey have keen eyes, they can tell when someone is trying to suprise them." However, a bad failure turned into a success, when a group of Murkrow came swooping in from the sky towards the area. They had spotted the burnt tree, and decided it would be a nice place for them to live. There were 4 of them in total, and one was clearly the superior, as it was the only one that lay on the branches of the tree, while the rest were standing in the shadow of the tree's burnt trunk.

 

Roy knew an oppurtunity when he saw one, and he knelt down to his Growlithe again. "Ready for another try?" Growlithe replied with his excited bark, and prepared for another try.

 

[spoiler=Ch. 4 - First Pokemon, First Battle]

Growlithe took a large breath, and launched small sparks and flames towards the superiour Murkrow of the group. The Murkrow started hovering about twelve inches about the burnt tree branch, as Growlithe's embers lit the poor tree's branch into flames, yet again. Of course, the several Poliwag in the pond rushed to the fire, putting it out, which made them seem to be the route's personal fire fighters. Meanwhile, the Murkrow dove towards it's fiery attacker, at full speed with it's wings began flapping and gliding in the air. Growlithe stared with a burning fighting spirit as the Murkrow dove toward him, full throttle and beak first

 

Roy immediately shouted to his Growlithe when the Murkrow entered a 6 foot radius of Growlithe "Sidestep and Ember!" Roy cut his commad a little close, because Murkrow was real close up as it came towards Growlithe, but Growlithe's amazing reflexes managed to leap to the side as the Murkrow swooped by at high speed, right by Growlithe. Growlithe took quick breath and launched his blazing embers dead on at his foe. Of course, the embers would have been a direct hit had Growlithe took his breath during the leap, but Murkrow managed to flap to the side, but the embers ignited the poor Murkrow's left wing.

 

The Murkrow cried in pain as it frantically took to the sky, only to gain about 8 feet in the air, and flapped in frantic circles towards the Poliwag pond, and managed to make a crash landing straight into the water. The Poliwags scattered in all directions, fleeing from the fight that had ensued. Roy saw this as a perfect oppurtunity. He opened his backpack in a frenzy, pulling out a Pokeball and immediately hurling it in a baseball pitch form, directly at the Murkrow. The Murkrow knew all too well what those wretched, mechanical spheres were. He swatted the Pokeball away with his good wing, and the Murkrow's patience became thin. While Roy took a dive for the swatted Pokeball, Murkrow took another full throttle dive towards Growlithe, except now, Growlithe didn't know what to do.

 

Growlithe stood frozen as his master seemed to run to the Pokeball that was still in the air, because with no one to give him commands, he had no idea what his master would want him to do. Murkrow sped towards Growlithe, getting closer and closer, and within seconds, was about to make impact, as Growlithe braced to face the pain. However, while Growlithe cringed in fear, he heard a strange noise, and noticed that the Murkrow had disappeared, and was replaced with a strange red and white ball in front of him.

 

When Roy took a dive for the swatted Pokeball, he lept for the Pokeball to catch it in midair. He managed to catch it in midair, turned his head enough to aim, and launched the red and white sphere with a sideways spin on the throw, as it led the Murkrow, so when it came to Growlithe, it would fly right into his Pokeball. It landed right on Murkrow's back right before he mad contact, and trapped the Murkrow. Roy landed on his shoulder in the dirt as he watched the Pokeball make three shakes, and make a ping noise, confirming that the wild Murkrow had been caught.

 

Roy climbed to a vertical base, and walked over to his, and Growlithe's, hard earned prize. Roy carefully picked up the red and white sphere, examining it, making sure that Murkrow wasn't still struggling. "If I'm right, I think that Murkrow should still be weak from it's battle." Roy said as he scratched his hair covered head. He turned around to his Growlithe, and said "Come on, let's head to the nearest town, and head to a Pokemon Center." Roy slid his backpack off of both shoulders, and laid it on the ground. He opened it, and searched through potions and pokeballs to find the map he was given. He searched for the route they were currently on, and found hardly a speck on the map. He searched around all the large island areas that were on his obscenely large, detailed world map of all 4 regions, and realized that he lived on a ridiculously small island, with only three cities.

 

There was the town his overprotective mother lived in, the town where his uncle lived, and the port city that would take about two hours to get to from his current position. Apparently, he would have to buy a ticket to one of the four regions, and conquer them one at a time, provided he could. He folded his map up and put it into his backpack, closed it, lifted it back on his shoulders, and continued walking through the route. He came across several Pokemon, but nothing that he hadn't already seen along the route, and he wanted to give his Growlithe a break.

 

After a very long and tedious walk through the route, Roy eventually became tired. It seemed as though he was half way through, but on the contrary, he was only about a quarter through the route. He found a small tree stump, where he dragged his feet in fatigue over to. He sat himself down, with his Growlithe laying down at his feet for a rest as well. He stared off into the horizon, towards the direction he would have to continue towards, relaxing his mind and body. Over that horizon, came a figure, apparently human. After seconds went by that seemed like minutes, Roy finally made out the figure, which was a grown man with a clean shaven face, short black hair, and a backpack on his shoulders.

 

The man was dressed in tan cargo pants, and a brown longsleeve shirt. The man apparently walked by Roy, noticing his Pokemon that was quite rare around these areas. "I see you're a trainer..." His face wrought with curiousity. Roy lifted his head to the man, and responded "Yes, I am. I'm on my way to the port city to the north." The man nodded, responding "I see..." as if he seemed quite interested in Roy. He continued with his examination of Roy "What other Pokemon do you have?" Roy's tone went down in pitch, considering he only had one other. "Well, the only other Pokemon I have is a Murkrow." A grin spread across the man's face, as he thought This wimp's new to the game. Maybe I should teach him a thing or two about it.... "Perhaps we could battle? I, personally, only have two Pokemon myself, so I think it would be a fair match up."

 

That Pokemon is pretty rare, so I think I'm going to blind him with Smokescreen, and take it from under his nose. The man thought, as he pulled out his Pokeballs from his pocket. Roy grew a wide grin from ear to ear, as he lept from his the stump he sat on. Growlithe, as energetic as he was, jumped up right as well, preparing for battle. "Alright! I think that's fair." Roy was excited, even elated, but also extremely nervous. Wild Pokemon weren't quite as tough as trained Pokemon, and even then he only fought one wild Pokemon. Man, I hope I don't lose! Roy thought, as he prepared for his first real battle as a Pokemon trainer.

 

 

It itches me, I just want to post the second chapter now, and maybe I will later today.

 

EDIT: I forgot a little summary:

 

Roy's life is exactly what he doesn't want. His life stands still, as his controlling mother wants nothing to change, except for Roy to be her little boy forever. He babysits the little brothers and sisters of his friends long gone on their Pokemon journies, while he is stuck here, with his mother, in a small town, and annoying little kids. The only good part about his life is his precious Growlithe, which he hangs out with and plays with behind his mother's back. When he goes to his Uncle's for a week, he will soon begin to take action against his mother, with Growlithe at his side. Throughout his journey, the line between right and wrong will shift, and he will soon realized he is a part of much more than just his slow and boring life.

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Wow' date=' nice. I like Pokemon fanfics that are, like, not little kid stuff. That are actually like real life. And this is one of them, so I like it. Its pretty well written, except for a few grammar errors, like wistle for whistle. Other than that, nice story man.

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I win a freaking spelling bee, and I misspell whistle.

 

*facepalm*

 

Thanks for your comment ^_^

 

EDIT: Whistle misspelling fixed on both accounts.

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I like it thus far. Realistic. I love the part about what kind of parent would let their kid run around with fire-breathing beasts. XD That's realistic.

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Hi, I'm here.

 

See Inf, you CAN do more than clean the gutturs.

 

You get a gold star.

 

 

Fro m the first chapter I assume her mom was a big trainer who got tramutized by a very traumatic accident.

 

Which is exactly wh it was so traumatizing.

 

I bet the father got killed by a Bidoof who bisected him with Cut.

 

Now poor Roy is going on an adventure AND will be living in the shadow of her mother.

 

To top it off, his last name turns out to be Giovanni and he decides to start his own organization.

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You have pretty nice writing skills.

 

I'd like to say that different dialogue should be in different paragraphs, but it's not really a big deal. If you like it that way, keep it.

 

And I'm glad that someone actually cares for her son. Parents should be smacked for letting their ten year olds go off on their own.

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*Crackle*

Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do

I'm half crazy all for the love of you

It won't be a stylish marriage

I can't afford a carriage

But you'll look sweet upon the seat

Of a bicycle built for two

 

*Shuts down*

 

Damnit Creator.

 

 

Anyway good chapter half as usual.

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