Friday, October 31, 2014

Pokemon Region Journeys: Book 1: A Burst of Rainbow: Bulbasaur

I sit up in bed. YES! MY BIRTHDAY! My twentieth birthday! The day I could choose a Charmander, Bulbasaur, or Squirtle! I jump out of bed, comb my black hair, and put on my from now on 'till the end of time Journey Clothes: Leather jacket, sleeveless blue shirt with a Master Ball picture, tight black jeans, white knee-high boots, and a white hat.
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HeartGold SoulSilver Blue.png"Honey, I know you're becoming a Pokemon trainer today."
"Yes, mom."
"Please visit me every now and then."
"Definitely, mom."
"Remember what happened to Blue and his lovely mother?"
"Y-yeah..." Blue sobbing over his mother's grave, who died the day before he came home, screaming, "I'M SORRY! I'M SO SORRY! BRING HER BACK! BRING---HER---BACK!" Pounding his fists upon the coffin, while he yelled at the sunny, happy sky.
I quickly finished my breakfast cake and knock on Blue's door. Surprisingly, Blue is still only 20, despite the fact that he beat the league champion, the Elite four, every trainer in Kanto, and completed the Pokedex. And (not that this means anything, of course!) he is really kind of hot.
He has spiky golden-brown hair, a dark gray leather jacket, and baggy combat pants. He also has combat boots, obviously for Beedrill and Weedle hiding in tall grass.
"Um... Silver, isn't it?" He asks, a little suspicious.
"Yeah... so, I was wondering.... pointers?"
"Point---- oh, yeah. You're a Pokemon trainer today. You know, I'll just go with you to the lab."
"OK!"
He polishes a Pokeball as we walk to the lab.
"Blue...." I start asking carefully.
"What?" He responds quickly, still polishing.
"What's in that Pokeball?"
"I'll tell you when you're ready to battle me." He tucks it into his pocket as we enter the lab.
"Grandfather?" Blue calls.
"Blue, my grandson? What do you need?"
"There's a new trainer, grandpa."
"Really? Oh yes, Silver was to start her journey today. Silver!"
I walk up to Professor Oak. "Y-yes?"
"Let's sit down and talk about the other trainer that's coming."
"Of course, sir."
"Grandpa...."
"Blue- silence. Ok, so, the reason my grandson was about to interrupt was because this 'other trainer' is his twin brother. His name is Green Oak, and he never really wanted to be a trainer until now."
"He's arrogant." Said Blue simply.
Professor Oak glared. "No. He wanted to stay and keep your mother company. When she died-"
Blue winced.
"He was, unlike you, there to hold her hand and hear her last words."
Blue, again, winced. "Please don't talk about that."
"Tell Blue I loved him. Of course, Green was devastated she didn't utter a word about him, and swore he would be a trainer, to make his mother proud. Hear that, grandson? Despite the fact Green stayed by her side, cared for her, held her hand and watched bravely as she died, she always loved you the most."
Blue winced again. "I-- I don't care. I don't care anymore. It's just some stupid thing she said."
At that moment, Green burst into the door. He looked exactly like blue, but had chocolate-brown hair and hazel eyes. His leather jacket was white, his shirt was purple, he had golden aviators, jungle-green combat boots with incredibly tight white skinny jeans, and a emerald-amulet necklace instead of sapphire. He looked like he was trying to imitate a popstar, yet still managed to be just as good-looking as his brother.
"Blue, my brother!" He slid over to Blue so fast, he looked like his was flying.
"What?" Blue snapped, looking away.
"I already caught a Pokemon!"
"WHAT?" Blue stared at the great ball Green was clutching. Green grinned and threw the Pokeball underhanded. It spun in the air and something burst out.
It was green. It had wicked jaws, knives for arms, glinty, slit eyes, a sharp, double-set of wings, three horns on its head, big feet with three steel claws each, and horned thighs. It was the creepiest bug type I had ever seen.
"You have a Scyther."
"His name, is Dagger."
"Dagger. New trainer. Scyther."
"Yep!"
"OH," Blue said, realizing something. "It's level 5, isn't it!"
"6. But yeah! Courtney gave it to me!"
Courtney was a purple-haired girl that lived across the acres of tall grass. She had a crush on Green and was always talking about something called 'Team Magma', which I had never heard of, and a 'Camerupt'. She was from Hoenn, miles and miles and miles from our beautiful home of Kanto. I had been to Johto for a short period of time and I practically worshipped a wild Bayleef. It was golden, and it seemed to think I was its owner. I was devastated when I had to go back to Kanto.
Professor Oak smiled. "Do you still want a starter, grandson?"
"Of course, grandpa!"
"Well, Silver did get here first. She can choose first." Professor Oak explained. Green looked at me and straightened.
"I think... ooh. Well, I like Bulbasaur. I think I pick Bulbasaur."
The Bulbasaur looked delighted. Then, with a shock, I realized there wasn't a Charmander.
"I pick CHARMANDER!" Green snickered loudly.
"About that. We don't exactly... have a Charmander." Oak said nervously.
"Don't... have... what? WHAT?! You don't have a CHARMANDER?!" He roared.
"Green... don't get moody."
"MOODY? MOODY?! IT'S TRADITION FOR THE RIVAL TO GET THE STRONGER TYPE!"
Blue quietly pushed his brother back. "He can have my Charizard, if he wishes."
"Oh, Blue, no no, I can't go and let you do that. Green must have Squirtle."
Green was quiet for a moment. "You'd do that?" He looked at his brother.
Though they were the same age, Blue was more mature. "Green.... I've completed what I need to in life. I love Charizard with all my heart... but if you wish to have him, he is yours."
Green, again, was quiet. "No."
"No?" Blue asked, slightly confused.
"Blue, I will take Squirtle. I'll train him like you trained Charmander. And one day.... one day soon, I'll beat you, I will!"
Blue stuck his hand out. "You're a good brother."
"Mom would have been proud." Green smiled
"She sure would have. And you know what? I can see her now. And you know what she's saying?"
"What, Blue, what?"
"You sure will beat me some day.... soon."

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