Writing Hold On (title subject to change) (a pokemon coordinator fanfic)

[abaxter94]

I was just inspired to write this. I may change the title at another time. This is set in a DP era.

Chapter 1

"This is outragous!" April ranted, as she paced the room of the superintendant coordiantors office. "Why is it that Hearthrome City is the only place in all of Shinou that can host official pokemon coordinator contests!?"

"Miss Sulsberry, please sit down," the superintendant said, as if her words were molasses spreading out over the street on a cold winter's day. "Hearthrome was choosen to be the only place where offical pokemon coordinator contests could be held because this is one of the most visted places in all of Shinou. Trainers passing by on there way to another gym like to relax for awhile and try there hand at coordinating. Now, Pastoria town is quite out of the way, and only pokemon trainers would be heading down that way..."

This is what April Sulsberry's life had been like for the past two years. She was a young lady, fresh out of college, and ready to take on the world. She grew up in Hearthrome city, and was first intorduced to coordinating by Fantina, a personal friend she kept in contact to this day. When she was only eight years old she won her first contest.

April could not stand the sun and heat though. It was deeper than that. She had an extremly rare disease where if she stayed in the sun too long she would get violently sick. She could stay out in the sun for only fifteen-minutes at a time without taking an hour long break, which had crippled her life style dramaticly. That was why she moved to Pastoria town. There was hardly any sun there. Even on sunny days, she could still enjoy the outdoors in the Great Marsh, where there was plenty of tall plants and trees that could shade her, not to mention the ever damp marshlands. On extremely hot days she would bolt to Charsher Wake's gym, where she would enjoy the wetness of his gym.

She was now Twenty-two years old, and was petitioning for an official stadium where coordinators could come and try and win ribbons in Pastoria town. Unfortunatly, whoever she went to, and no matter how long she would protest and explain her situtation, she was always denied. She had been trying for more than two years now, but had not had any success. But one of her most endearing qualities, or so her friends said, was her determination. At least that what she liked to think. Her friends called it stuborness. Either way, she was not about to give up the past two years of work.

April was due for an appointment with some high up coordinator official. It was difficult for her to make the long trek from Pastoria to Hearthrome city because of her disease. She could only travel on rainy days, or when there was shade. Fortunatly, there were marshlands for the begining of her journy. She would usually make it to the pokemon mansion. If there was rain or could cover, she could usually make it the rest of the way the next day. If not, she could be held up for a while. Luckily for her, the old man at the pokemon mansion was kind, and allowed her to stay as long as she needed. Plus she always found some neat pokemon in his garded.

But one day, she encountered a hurt Castform. She nursed it back to health, and they became friends. Castform was now one of her best friends, and also one of her best pokemon coordinator. With Castform, she could change the weather to rain, or even hail at whim. All though changing the weather took some of castform's strength, and could not maintain a weather change for more than an hour. Still, she loved him. Castform signifinantly changed her entire life style, making the voyage she found her self making more and more often from Pastoria town to Hearthrome town much easier.

It was 4:00 PM on the dot. April located the correct builing, and walked the two flights of stairs up to the official's office. The receptionist had a faraway look on her face, as if she would rather be doing something, anything else. The Digital clock on her desk read 4:02 and 35 seconds.

"Have a seat. Mr. Turner will be with you momentarily," the receptionist said with a exaggerated sigh, thus ending any small talk they might have exchanged.

"And I thought I was fashionably late," April murmered under her breath. She spit her gum out and tossed it into the trash can that was obviously used for purposes other than trash disposal, since she noted various crumpled balls of paper lying on it's feet. She peaked inside and saw that only two crumpled balls of paper had reached there destination.

"Miss Sulsberry, please come into my office," Mr. Turner said. For some reason, April felt different about this visit.

 

[abaxter94]

Chapter 2

A name plate reading: Mr. Elliot Turner is the first thing you could see on Mr. Turner's desk. Upon further examination, April noted several papers tucked haparzardly into various folders. He had preloaded staples he still had to load into the stapler, and long strands of connected paper clips strewn accros the eastern side of his desk. A fair sized computor with a large keyboard took up the rest of his desk space.

April glanced around the office. She saw pictures of various people. One she assumed to be his wife, and two others displayed proud, grinning children with there pokemon. There was a picture of some of the places he had visited in his travels to different lands in search of top coordinators. She could not recognize any of the towns. In fact, she could only recognize that there were not in Shinou. Perhaps that was Hoen?

Mr. Turner was a plump man. He was not fat. He was just had a few extra pounds on him, and was a bit shorter than your average man, and that was why he looked a bit overweght. He on a button on shirt with some pants that didn't match. His tie was done up so that the small end was still visible. After her brief visual once over of the room and of the man, she came to the conclusion that he must not be very organized.

"So, Miss Sulsberry, I know why you are here. So lets just get down to business. I know about your disease. I know you grew up here, and can't come do contests that often. So, here is what I have to offer. We will grant you the space for your stadium. But, you may only keep it for the next three weaks. In that time you must organize a tournament, in which at least eight people, including or exculding yourself, must participate. You must also get one referee, one MC, and three judges. I'm sure you will be able to do this. If you can do this, then I'm we will grant you your stadium. If, you however, can not, any request for a second chance will be ingnored completely."

After his speech, April's moth just hung open. Remembering her sence of dignity, she promptly shut it and tried to remain as profesionaly as she could. "Thank you Mr. Turner. I will try and do the best I can."

April exchanged a few more words with Mr. Turner, and then practically ran out the door. As she walked past the recptionist's office, she was a bit annoyed that she was playing basketball with the trash can. April dodged crumpled balls of paper, descended the stairs, and steped outside.

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Fantina glided outside from her gym. She had a lunch apppointment to keep, and did not want to be late. She located the brand new Resteraunt, just south of the poffin house. The bellboy welcomed her in, and after asking if her friend was here, was led to a two seated table, with no one at the other side.

Fantina didn't mind that her friend was late. She normally was fashionably late. But it was more than that. Fantina was just in a good mood. She always was after fighting a really tough gym challanger. She, of course, had one. "Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. Don't use Close Combat against a ghost typed pokemon," she said to herself. She decided to recall her previous battle, a thing she liked to do in free time.

Suddenly, a young lady dashed into the resteraunt. After explaining to the bell boy she had a reservation with a friend, he led her inside. Fantina gave the girl a once over. She was tall, with bright blond hair. She was not the elegant girl she appeared to be, and could have a bit of a fury when she got into an argument. She was also kind, and would help anyone in need. But she would also stop at nothing to get what she wanted.

"Sorry I'm late," the girl said, out of breath as she sat down, "I had to run to avoid staying out in the sun too long."

"That's OK, April," Fantina said graciously, "besides, you were always a little late to the party."

"Well, it isn't my fault. I was in a meeting with some coordinator official," April then proceeded to explain the entire meeting to her friend. Fantina listend with growing intreast. After April finished her story, Fantina had a look of shock on her face.

"Wow. That is some story. So, do you have any idea about who will be in this contest?" Fantina inquired.

"Lets see," April thought aloud, "There will be me. I know you will come," she said, sticking here index and middle finger up to indicate the number of people already coming. "Then, I was thinking of asking Crasher Wake to join."

Fantina considered this. Wake was the gym leader that any trainer would have to face before her. She didn't know him very well though. "Has he ever done coordinating?"

"I don't think so," April responded. "But I think that he could have a shot at this."

"Ok, put him down," Fantina said, as April lifted her ring figure.

"Then, I thought about asking that wierd fossil guy that lives nextdoor to me," April considered.

"You mean the guy that can teach any pokemon any move it has forgotten?" Fantina asked. "Well, I don't know. I don't think he has any expierence in battling, let alone coordinating," she argued.

"Let's mark him down," April confirmed, with a little doubt in her voice. She raised her Pinky. "Were half way there. Lets see, there is that nice lady who always gives me berries, and then there is that couple that lives down by exit to Pastoria Town. And, then if I ask the little boy that is always raving about bug pokemon, that would make eight people." April said excitedly, holding up eight fingures for emphasis.

"Well, you still need a referee, and three judges," Fantina pointed out.

"I was going to ask the Nurse Joy in Hearthrome City and the Nurse Joy in Pastoria Town," April said, with a child like jubilence in her voice. "Then, I was going to ask Ralph, the referee at Wake's gym, to referee."

"You could always as Mario," Fantia said. Mario was the referee at her gym. He was more than a referee. He was her friend. So she didn't want him to feel left out.

"That's OK Fantina. I know you like Mario very much and don't want him to have his feelings hurt," April said, as if she had read Fantina's thoughts.

April and Fantina then went over some of the details for the confrence. By that time the food they ordered arived. After a delicious meal, the chatted for a bit, and then it was time to go.

"Thank you for meeting me here," April said, feeling as if she hadn't a care in the world for the first time in years. "But I really must be going if I want to get to the Pokemon Mansion intime."

"Safe journy," Fantina called after her as she headed toward the souther exit of Hearthrom town. "That girl," Fantina smirked. She then went back to her gym, to get in some much needed practice with her pokemon.

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The woman's radio was whirring. "Rodger, Rodger. Do You read me?"

"Of course I read you," The woman said, trying to controll her voice "I have a visuall on the girl. She's heading toward the Pokemon Mansion."

"Keep following her. Make sure she won't interfere!" The other end went silent with these parting words.

"Don't worry," the woman muttered. "I won't screw this up like they did." She ranted, remembering how they had messed up. She also remembered how angry he was with them for messing up.

"Uh, boss. Don't 'ya think we should keep on following her?" Her companion said, interupting her thoughts.

"Of course we should!" The Woman yelled. She was upset now, and didn't mean to take it out on her partner. But she didn't care how he felt, and for now, he was the only one there to absorb her anger. She wanted to tell him to continue to watch her, but knew he'd just mess it up. So she had to do it herself.

"Things will get better," she said to herself. "Once she is out of the way, nothing will stop up."