Pokémon Johto - The Funne Version!!!
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Chapteur Le First
—Kenta’s Quest! Welcome To The Pokémon World!—
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Chapteur Le First
—Kenta’s Quest! Welcome To The Pokémon World!—
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It was one of the nicest days in the peaceful town of New Bark. Then a Swalot jumped on a Dodrio that was about to squawk and ate it in one gulp. “Swalot!†it said later, before burping, saying its own name again.
Meanwhile, inside a house on the northeastern corner of the city, a young boy was already awake; whether it was because he had somehow heard the Swalot or because he was too full of energy and the explosive power of YOUTH!!!, none would ever know. Either way, he was sitting on the ground next to his favorite videogame, turned on and in the middle of a very entertaining and maybe, even hard playthrough, something he wasn't thinking about, focused on the game as he was.
This boy was dressed rather simply: a red and white sweater over a red shirt, with yellow shorts and shoes as well. On his head, a yellow and black cap, turned towards his back, gave the final touches, complimented by the pack worn on his back.
He was about to perform a leap which would take him to the end of the level when the young boy heard a call from down the nearby stairs. Shutting down the game with a sigh, he came closer to the stairs going down, and heard the call repeat. “Kenta! Come over here, son!†a shrill female voice called out, strongly.
“Coming, mom!†he answered, before heading down the stairs. On the lower floor, which looked a lot like every house in the country, he noticed his mom talking to the next-door neighbor, an old woman with worn-out hair and a very unfriendly air to herself, as kind as she often was; the boy had spent quite a while helping her out to understand that she had a very unpleasant character, especially regarding her opinion of other people, which she loved to mention wherever she went, to everyone in town.
Then again, that was a podunk town with about fifty families, despite being the entrance to Johto, something that was attested also by the cities of Goldenrod and Olivine. Um, it was also the place where all young and starting Pokémon trainers went to receive their first Pokémon, unless they lived on any of the other cities, where they could receive or catch them with help from the Gym Leaders. Uh… it was also the place where Prof. Elm, the leading authority in the Pokémon world, unless you remembered Prof. Oak, lived. It was also the homeland of…
Ah, enough about this, and let’s go on.
Anyway, Kenta, who was obviously the boy who has some strange importance, despite being a rather unknown character for the previous minutes, and therefore is listed here as the main character for reasons you don’t want to know about (YOU DON’T WANT TO KNOW ABOUT THEM!), was staring at his mother and her visitor, who had been the focus of attention for several minutes before they turned their gazes to the city.
Finally, after the long and awkward pause, the boy ahemed, despite that not being a verb or a real action, and then proceeded to clear his throat in a coughing fit. This broke the previously unknown spell that affected the city, and now his mom was paying attention to him. “Yes, dear?†she asked, with a voice that seemed a bit strained. The fact that the unpleasant neighbor in front of her was apparently hoping to speak seemed to be related to that, but probably isn’t.
Kenta stared at her as if she had turned into a Dodrio hybrid. Well, if you asked any of the males living in the city who wasn’t at the vicinity of their wives, they’d say that that look was something usual for them, given how the somewhat young woman was sadly a single mother. Unfortunately for her, it just so happened that all the men in the city were unhappily married because of that. And most of this unhappiness came from the fact that their wives never let their husbands pursue their dreams, like skydiving naked or climbing Mt. Silver to the peak, or visiting the Azalea and Goldenrod Gyms, something they missed from their journeys. But that’s unrelated and we won’t talk about that, especially because we’ve got better things to do than listen to a bunch of old men whining about how their wives were horrible hags.
Seriously, we do.
As this monologue happened, Kenta stopped staring and decided to speak. “It’s just that you just called me to †he started, but was quickly interrupted as his mother quickly got up the table and moved towards him, laughing loudly as she took something out of her right pocket, obscuring the neighbor from sight. When she was sure her face couldn’t be seen, her eyes quickly became pleading and her expression dropped to one of despair. Kenta easily noticed that it was the same expression all the other women in town had for their children (and, for some strange reason, he tended to be a normal target as well, despite not actually being friendly to their children; it was as though people expected him to do things for them for no reason) when that unpleasant old woman visited them for five hours, which pretty much meant ‘Help me out or you’ll be grounded until after I die’.
Sighing as usual, he finally noticed the object his mother produced from inside her pocket; a familiar circular device with a specially designed LCD touchable screen, several switches for various functions, including one of his favorites, a systematic cellular antenna-and-duovocal sliding bar, which was something he didn’t understand other than it meaning the word ‘cellphone’. Combined into a very complex machinery piece, the POKéMON Geared Energetic Automated Receiver, which was usually shortened into POKéMON GEAR, and then POKéGEAR, but without so many capitalized letters, was the most recent device from Selected Industries of the Local Pokémon Humane Corporation, or Silph Co. Most people didn’t really know what the words exactly meant, and usually when asked the lawyers, accountants, and other technical people in the realm of business told them that they were part of a heavy code made mostly in protection of the rights of the people as potential customers. Which some skeptics called a bunch of technobabble, which was also an alternate official explanation according to the technical people, which led to several lawsuits by the part of the lawyers, but that’s too much digression for the mere explanation of a watch, and therefore, if you want the complete story, please read your economical history books.
His mother beamed, before moving around and making sure the plump old woman could notice what she was about to do. “Well, Kenta, Prof. Elm came over here earlier, while you were sleeping. He finished fixing your Pokégear, and left it here before going back to his lab, asking me to tell you to go to his lab. Apparently he had something else for you. Isn’t that great?†she said, before cocking her head to the side and giving a smile that made men in the city lose their footing and sigh sadly while their wives took heavy objects conveniently stored on their purses and smacked them on the head.
Kenta put up a smile and nodded, noticing how their neighbor was in a mix between expectant and nervous. “Yeah, that’s great,†he said half-heartedly while taking the device on her offering hand and slapping it on his wrist, as with a normal watch, when the biomagnetic stickers kept it safe in place on his shirt. “So… Prof. Elm wants to talk to me?†he asked, sounding as hopeful as he could without actually being hopeful. His mother almost showed a tint of sadness go through her face, but if she did, it didn’t last a second; almost immediately, she increased her smile, to the point where he swore he was staring at an Octillery’s lower and many times forgotten second mouth. Those were known by all people, when they were young and studious, as being dark and damp and usually that’s how they eat.
Keeping her large and scary smile, she cocked her head farther to the side. “Well, that’s what he said. But I am pretty sure he can wait some time, and Mrs. Larai here was telling me about her daughter, quite the delightful girl, really…†she told him, but her pained eyes were pretty much crying and screaming ‘Please-don’t-leave-me-alone-with-her-anymore-Please-don’t-leave-me-alone-with-her-anymore-Please-don’t-leave-me-alone-with-her-anymore-Please-don’t-leave-me-alone-with-her-anymore-Please-don’t-leave-me-alone-with-her-anymore…’ in a tone which’d have made a thief from one of Kenta’s comics proud.
In an alternate dimension where the thief lived, he sneezed in a strangely effeminate tone, while an elf Archmage was teleporting them around with a minor spell. But that’s another story which nobody cares about right now.
Kenta gulped, as he knew that if he didn’t do anything, he’d be forced to spend the rest of the day helping Mrs. Larai’s with some tasteless and even irritating duty of hers, something that nobody wanted to do. Yet, if he left his mother with her, she would probably and definitely apply a terrible punishment to him, one he did NOT want to know. So he did the best thing that came to his mind. “Mrs. Larai, I was thinking… you know how much your daughter likes Prof. Elm, right?†he asked, confident. “Well, she told me he would be very interested in talking to you about her becoming one of his assistants, you know…â€
The boy’s honest expression was enough for her to believe in such a weak answer as that one, and Mrs. Larai did not hesitate to say her goodbyes to Fia, Kenta’s mom, mentioning something about speaking to her daughter about this situation as soon as possible, taking a little time to spend some more make-up over her face.
As she walked over to the door, Fia gave her son a thankful yet angry look, which was answered by a confused look. Yet, he said nothing; instead, he walked towards the door and opened it for Mrs. Larai, who gave her good-byes and left. Kenta soon followed, leaving the house and taking in the mid-morning sights of the city. It was, as mentioned before, a small podunk town where nobody didn’t know each other, and there was a tendency for interbreeding, as in people marrying on and off families. As usual in small places.
Walking around, he noticed a young boy who was playing around, when he noticed Mrs. Larai walking towards his house. As she approached, he paled and ran towards his house, closing the door with a loud noise. Simultaneously, the people closer to her started to retreat, which made the scene become quite comical as several grown women (and several men, but not as many) were running away from a woman who looked like she couldn’t hurt a Butterfree (unless you considered mental damage from utter boredom painful).
Sweatdropping as he saw the scene, he took the short path to the nearby laboratory. However, he noticed that there was a strange-looking boy about his age staring at a window. He had long, flowing red hair, in the sense that most girls have, and wore a black sweater and purple pants, as well as a look of perpetual scorn on his face. If anyone cared, they’d notice black sneakers as well. But nobody really cared, too surprised with Ms. Maple and knowing peace was gone for them soon. Still, he was a fairly new face there, something unusual that month.
Kenta stared at the guy for a few moments, before coming closer. He was talking to himself, for some reason, and was nearly loud enough for the boy to hear. “So, this is where they are…†he said to himself, just before the reverse-capped boy touched his shoulder.
For some reason, he already expected to take the beating he just took, when the redhead punched him right in the face, throwing him to the ground.
“Don’t touch me.â€
That coldness irritated him plenty, but Kenta said nothing, at first; he simply brushed his jacket’s sleeve against his mouth, cleaning it. Then he stood up, glaring angrily at the guy.
“What’s with you, huh?†he asked, only to be glared at in response. “If you’re mad go chill out!â€
“Get lost, brat.†The redhead had quite the piercing, cold glare, as if he was looking right into Kenta’s soul. That was more than enough to shut him up. After a few moments of irritation, the reverse-capped boy took a few steps back, leaving the other boy alone, and headed to the lab’s entrance.
Going inside, he noticed the only aide Prof. Elm had, a young man who wanted to work for Prof. Oak, he’d heard; however, the letter hadn’t come, and he ended up working for Elm. He walked past the bookstands, several having labels stating they belonged to a ‘Samuel ***’ person, and reached the backroom, where Prof. Elm was fiddling with a computer with a tag similar to the labels on the books, with the name ‘Samuel ***’ on the side. Along the room, there was a large machinery with the words ‘Portable POKéMON Collapsible Electronic Neuro-Technological Energy Restorer’, with a note below indicating that it was ‘a gift from the ***** POKéMON CENTERs, to Samuel ***’.
As he stared at those, Prof. Elm, a young man who had a strange haircut, turned around to talk to Kenta. “So, Kenta, you’re finally here… sit down, please,†he told him, motioning for a nearby chair.
Kenta sat down. “You wanted to talk to me, professor?â€
Elm nodded. “Yes. You see, I have been stuck to my neck in work, and unfortunately, I’ve been too busy with paperwork, to the point where I’ve stopped going off to the river to fish new species to eat–I mean study nowadays.â€
“I think I get it… but do you need me to do anything?â€
“Well, yes. We here at the lab are so busy with the research we’re doing for the National Pokémon Studies Congress that we have no time for one of the most important activities in this lab’s history… taking care of Pokémon.â€
That made Kenta stare at him suspiciously. “Wait… wait up. You’re telling me you don’t have time to take care of your own Pokémon?â€
“Far from it! It’s not our Pokémon that worry us, Kenta, but the most recent breeds that arrived just today. We received three unique and special Pokémon and must study their behaviors.†Elm took a file from his table. “You know, over a hundred Pokémon species were studied in the last ten years, with all evaluated data and all… but over here at Johto, many species were discovered the last three years that nobody believed could exist. Thus, my work will be precisely about these particular species.â€
He indicated the other table, where three red and white spheres with black divisor lines were placed, having little differences from each other. To be exact, there were green shirt buttons glued to the first one, red buttons glued to the second one, and blue buttons glued to the third one. “My assistant and I can take care of two of these Pokémon, but even then there’s still one we can’t take care of. That’s where you come in, Kenta.â€
“Taking care of this remaining Pokémon,†the boy summarized, rather coldly. Elm stared at him rather weakly, trying to keep up his wise pose.
“Kenta, you know Pokémon training is a big deal, don’t you?†Kenta half-closed his eyes. “Not everyone can do that!â€
“You’re really quite the guy, Professor,†he grumbled, before looking at the spheres. “Just by watching TV you can see a lot of people with Pokémon. You don’t even need to be ten years old, that’s only the age for people to travel willy-nilly. I bet there’s kids half my age going out with Pokémon…â€
“But…†the man hesitated, losing his cool pose. “Please, I need your help!†Kenta was surprised by that. “There’s nobody else in this town I trust more than you for this task, Kenta. I’m sure you will be able to take good care of this Pokémon, if you try hard. And… it won’t even be for that long, you know? It’s just until I finish my research, and all…â€
The boy hesitated a little, embarrassed as he was by what he heard, and stared at the ground for a while. Then… “…okay. Okay, I can do that. I… I just have to take care of it and not lose it or anything, right? I think I can handle that…â€
“Thank you so much, Kenta!†Elm said, with one of the biggest smiles ever. “With your help we’ll be able to learn many secrets about these new and mysterious Pokémon! You can count on it, boy!â€
“What Pokémon are these, anyway?†Kenta asked, but the reverse-capped boy wasn’t answered; the computer suddenly beeped, drawing Elm’s attention.
“A message?†he commented, checking the received e-mail for a few seconds. “…a new discovery… like that’s news at this point…â€
It took him a few moments to realize Kenta was still there, and the man turned around. “Well, how can I explain… my old childhood friend, Tajiri, although he’s more known as Mr. Pokémon, has announced to me that he has a new discovery. He’s been always like that, really. In fact, talking about him reminded me of the time where we were in high school. He always went off in hunts for new things, even though most of them were in the female dorm. Then again, he was always such a…†he reminisced, when he noticed Kenta’s stare of utter boredom. He laughed nervously. “But that’s not important right now. What is important is that he asked me to check his newest discovery, but…†he motioned towards the large amount of paper that was on the table.
“We’re all too busy to go over there, huh… me with this new Pokémon, you with your work…†Kenta commented, but Elm didn’t nod. In fact, he was thoughtful now.
“Actually… I think it will be a good idea for you to go over there in our place to see what great discovery that is,†he decided, confidently. “Yeah, that’s a great idea! What do you think, Kenta?â€
The boy was taken aback. “So, you’re asking me to go see what this great discovery is?†he let out, even a bit frightened. The Professor nodded, opening a wide smile.
“That’s right! And since I want you to take care of one of these Pokémon we have, I’ll present it to you! You’ll be its first partner, and will have to take good care of it!â€
Kenta sweatdropped, making a surprised face. “Um, professor…†he tried to speak, but was cut off.
“Yes! For you will need one to defend yourself from the dangers of this world! There are no problems with relying so much on them, because that’s what they’re here for! You should do well by travelling around with them! And that’s something you’ll only get from me!†Elm said, taking on a pose and talking to air. Out of the room, the aide sweatdropped and went back to cleaning the lab floor, littered with paper.
Kenta sighed and closed his eyes. Elm smirked. “I’m kidding, Kenta! That’s just what I’m gonna say on the next commercial they’re making about my lab.†Kenta just laughed awkwardly, before turning his gaze towards the red and white spheres.
“Why do you keep saying weird things?†he asked, causing the Professor to stammer to the ground, in a comical way. He stood up again, defying Physics as he did that in one second, and laughed.
“Oh, that’s just a joke. Don’t worry about that,†the professor told him. However, Kenta was still feeling uncomfortable. Still, the professor expected him to go to where Mr. Pokémon was, and he didn’t feel like disappointing him. But to take a Pokémon with him? He liked Pokémon as much as about everyone else in the planet, but unlike most people, his mother had kept him sheltered from most Pokémon, to the point where he had only studied them in books. And some of the things he’d read about the history of Pokémon weren’t what a young boy was supposed to know.
But his mother had tried to give him the best of education, and so he had learned much of the things most trainers didn’t even realize. He had an edge if he was forced, as he knew he’d inevitably be, to battle other trainers. And no matter how much he loved his town, he knew that his mother would be disappointed if he didn’t follow his father’s footsteps and became a Pokémon trainer.
In fact, that opened another question… why had he just thought that? His father hadn’t been a Pokémon trainer! He had been-“Kenta?â€
Turning his gaze back to Elm, he noticed the elder man was confused. “You’ve been staring at the Pokéballs for minutes. I thought you had blacked out. Are you okay?†Kenta nodded.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I was just thinking about it. And…†he sighed. This was it. “You can leave that to me, Professor Elm. I’ll… I’ll do you that favor.â€
Elm opened a big smile, and quickly defied Physics again, appearing behind the table where the Pokéballs were lying. “Excellent!†he said, half-laughing, before motioning towards the spheres. “In here are three Pokémon: the calm and delightful Chikorita, the playful and joking Totodile, and the happy and loyal Cyndaquil! Choose one of them!†he said, while motioning from right to left. Kenta took a moment, gulping nervously, before getting up and picking the leftmost Pokéball, with the red shirt buttons. Elm then made a happy pose, giving him a thumbs-up, before quick-moving to the same place he was earlier. “Cyndaquil, huh? Great choice! It might be a bit slow on the uptake, but it makes up thanks to its own power!â€
He then noticed the device on Kenta’s shirt. “Oh, yeah! Your mom must have delivered your Pokégear to you. Well, then,†he said, before pressing a button on his phone, which caused a long thin cable to jump out. Approaching Kenta, he inserted the small point on a hole designed for it. Then, he pressed another button, sending data into Kenta’s POKéGEAR. Once the process was over, the cable retreated automatically. “Now you have my phone number. Contact me if anything important appears, okay?â€
Kenta nodded, before pressing the button on his Pokéball, which caused it to shrink, surprising the boy. Elm laughed a bit. “Don’t worry, that’s a normal system Pokéballs use. By shrinking, you can carry them easier than if they were in their normal size. Nifty, huh?†Kenta merely nodded, before he walked towards the exit, stepping on lots of paper along the way.
Before he could open the door, however, the aide walked towards him. “Oh, if you’ll excuse me…†and before Kenta could react, he took a Potion from his coat and put it inside the middle pocket of his backpack. “You might need one of these later on. Don’t waste them, however. Only use them if you are sure that your Pokémon won’t hold on for too long.†Then, he pushed the boy through the door, before taking his broom and cleaning the floor again.
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Chapter Index:
- Kenta's Quest! Welcome to the Pokémon World!
- Meeting Mr. Pokémon! The Road to the Start!
- The First Battle! Cyndaquil vs. Totodile!
- The Journey Starts! Road to Violet City!
- Arrival At Last! Sprout Tower, Here We Go! [Part One]
- Arrival At Last! Sprout Tower, Here We Go! [Part Two]
- Arrival At Last! Sprout Tower, Here We Go! [Part Three]