This is a story that I've been working on for about a month, it mulling around in my brain, and I finally got the first chapter out on paper (sort of...) It is loosely based upon the Hoenn Saga of the Pokemon Manga Special, and will go from Ruby (Landon in our story) coming to Hoenn to the Pokemon League.
Chapter 1: Vs. Family
“Landon sweety, come out from the back of the truck, we’re finally in Littleroot,” a woman yelled out to her son. “Come on Landon, the sooner you’re out is the sooner you can start helping the Machokes out.”
‘My mom makes me ride in the back of the truck for a whole week and then wants me to come out and help Pokemon that are here to work?! What a jerk, thank god I’m leaving tonight,’ Landon thought, a scowl on his face. “I’m coming Mom,” he said as he opened the back of the truck. For a couple of seconds, the change in lighting blinded the boy, though when he was able to see, he saw Littleroot for the first time. It was a very small town, only about a dozen houses and what seemed to be a research lab in the distance, though the boy didn’t like it compared to his old home, Goldenrod City. ‘I go from high life to hillbilly, great…’ Landon thought as he started lifting boxes and bringing them inside. The boy only grabbed his own boxes, and brought them upstairs to his room. After unpacking all of his stuff, which included extra pairs of clothes, a sewing kit, a pokeblock case, a fashion case, two pokeballs, and a journal, he went to setting his clock to the right time. ‘I’ll stay till dinner and then I’ll make my escape at midnight,’ he thought as Landon headed downstairs. When he came down, he saw that the workers have already left. He looked around, seeing that the kitchen, the dining room, and the living room were all set up. In the living room was his Mom who was on the couch, glued to the TV. The woman made a quick glance up to notice that her son was looking down.
“Landon, come down and watch this, your father’s on TV!!” she called out to her son.
‘Why would I want to watch that battle obsessed Neanderthal?’ he thought, as he answered his mom, “Sure.” Landon went downstairs and sat next to his mom on the couch.
“…And that concludes our special on Hoenn’s new gym leader, Petalburg’s Norman Richards. Tune in tomorrow, same time same place!!” a female announcer on the TV said right before the TV went to commercials.
“Oh you missed it, but that’s OK, you’ll be able to watch a rerun tomorrow,” Landon’s mom told him. “C’mon, I cooked dinner, let’s eat.” She said as she walked to the kitchen.
“Did you make anything for my Pokemon??” Landon asked his mother.
“Yes, I have some of that canned stuff that your Pokemon seem to like, I’ll put it in a bowl for them,” she answered.
“OK, let me just go up and get them,” Landon informed his mom as he walked up the stairs to his room. In his room, he grabbed the two pokeballs on his desk, sending out the Pokemon inside. “Kaka, Lala, it’s dinner time,” Landon told his Pokemon.
Kaka, an Abra, sat their sleeping, while Lala, a Bagon, ran down the stairs in a hurry, being very hungry. Landon picked up Kaka and brought him downstairs.
“Kaka is still a lazy one, eh Landon. You better work on him or he’ll never win another battle,” his mom said to him, teasingly. Landon though, taking it as a direct insult to himself as a trainer.
“If you had any clue on what kind of Pokemon Kaka is, then you would know that he needs at least eighteen hours of sleep a day and is only able to teleport during that state till he evolves,” the boy retorted. He sat is Pokemon in front of the food, and just like that, Kaka awoke and started to eat. “When he is awake he’s one of the toughest Pokemon you’ll ever face.”
“You still can’t beat your father though,” Landon’s mom said to him. “Maybe if you spent your time battling and training instead of doing these silly contests back in Jhoto, you may have been able to beat him. Here’s your plate.”
Landon sat down and started to eat his food angrily. While his mom was right about his father, he hated people making fun of contests. There was more to Pokemon than battling, and contests helped show that. In Landon’s mind, Pokemon were meant to be beautiful and civilized, not mongrels. ‘I can’t wait for tonight…’ he thought.
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It was two in the morning when Landon was packing his bag. The yellow single strap bag seemed to fit a lot more than Landon thought it would. He already packed his contest stuff, a potion that was left in his room’s PC, his journal, a contest pass from Jhoto, and extra pairs of clothes, all of them the same outfit obviously. The boy’s travelling clothes were short black pants, a red shirt with a single black stripe in the middle of it, which then turned into the bottom of a circle when the stripe got to the middle of his chest, a white hat that covered his black hair, which had a black headband with the crooked top of a pokeball design in red on it. Finally, red and black shoes and a pair of glasses finished off the boy’s outfit. Once he was finished packing, he logged off of his PC at home, grabbed Kaka and Lala’s pokeballs, putting them in his pocket after shrinking them. ‘Good bye Littleroot, see you when I’m famous…’ He thought as he took out a rope, which he put out of his window and climbed down from, starting to run to the town’s exit, towards what would be the biggest adventure of his life.
Chapter 1: Vs. Family
“Landon sweety, come out from the back of the truck, we’re finally in Littleroot,” a woman yelled out to her son. “Come on Landon, the sooner you’re out is the sooner you can start helping the Machokes out.”
‘My mom makes me ride in the back of the truck for a whole week and then wants me to come out and help Pokemon that are here to work?! What a jerk, thank god I’m leaving tonight,’ Landon thought, a scowl on his face. “I’m coming Mom,” he said as he opened the back of the truck. For a couple of seconds, the change in lighting blinded the boy, though when he was able to see, he saw Littleroot for the first time. It was a very small town, only about a dozen houses and what seemed to be a research lab in the distance, though the boy didn’t like it compared to his old home, Goldenrod City. ‘I go from high life to hillbilly, great…’ Landon thought as he started lifting boxes and bringing them inside. The boy only grabbed his own boxes, and brought them upstairs to his room. After unpacking all of his stuff, which included extra pairs of clothes, a sewing kit, a pokeblock case, a fashion case, two pokeballs, and a journal, he went to setting his clock to the right time. ‘I’ll stay till dinner and then I’ll make my escape at midnight,’ he thought as Landon headed downstairs. When he came down, he saw that the workers have already left. He looked around, seeing that the kitchen, the dining room, and the living room were all set up. In the living room was his Mom who was on the couch, glued to the TV. The woman made a quick glance up to notice that her son was looking down.
“Landon, come down and watch this, your father’s on TV!!” she called out to her son.
‘Why would I want to watch that battle obsessed Neanderthal?’ he thought, as he answered his mom, “Sure.” Landon went downstairs and sat next to his mom on the couch.
“…And that concludes our special on Hoenn’s new gym leader, Petalburg’s Norman Richards. Tune in tomorrow, same time same place!!” a female announcer on the TV said right before the TV went to commercials.
“Oh you missed it, but that’s OK, you’ll be able to watch a rerun tomorrow,” Landon’s mom told him. “C’mon, I cooked dinner, let’s eat.” She said as she walked to the kitchen.
“Did you make anything for my Pokemon??” Landon asked his mother.
“Yes, I have some of that canned stuff that your Pokemon seem to like, I’ll put it in a bowl for them,” she answered.
“OK, let me just go up and get them,” Landon informed his mom as he walked up the stairs to his room. In his room, he grabbed the two pokeballs on his desk, sending out the Pokemon inside. “Kaka, Lala, it’s dinner time,” Landon told his Pokemon.
Kaka, an Abra, sat their sleeping, while Lala, a Bagon, ran down the stairs in a hurry, being very hungry. Landon picked up Kaka and brought him downstairs.
“Kaka is still a lazy one, eh Landon. You better work on him or he’ll never win another battle,” his mom said to him, teasingly. Landon though, taking it as a direct insult to himself as a trainer.
“If you had any clue on what kind of Pokemon Kaka is, then you would know that he needs at least eighteen hours of sleep a day and is only able to teleport during that state till he evolves,” the boy retorted. He sat is Pokemon in front of the food, and just like that, Kaka awoke and started to eat. “When he is awake he’s one of the toughest Pokemon you’ll ever face.”
“You still can’t beat your father though,” Landon’s mom said to him. “Maybe if you spent your time battling and training instead of doing these silly contests back in Jhoto, you may have been able to beat him. Here’s your plate.”
Landon sat down and started to eat his food angrily. While his mom was right about his father, he hated people making fun of contests. There was more to Pokemon than battling, and contests helped show that. In Landon’s mind, Pokemon were meant to be beautiful and civilized, not mongrels. ‘I can’t wait for tonight…’ he thought.
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It was two in the morning when Landon was packing his bag. The yellow single strap bag seemed to fit a lot more than Landon thought it would. He already packed his contest stuff, a potion that was left in his room’s PC, his journal, a contest pass from Jhoto, and extra pairs of clothes, all of them the same outfit obviously. The boy’s travelling clothes were short black pants, a red shirt with a single black stripe in the middle of it, which then turned into the bottom of a circle when the stripe got to the middle of his chest, a white hat that covered his black hair, which had a black headband with the crooked top of a pokeball design in red on it. Finally, red and black shoes and a pair of glasses finished off the boy’s outfit. Once he was finished packing, he logged off of his PC at home, grabbed Kaka and Lala’s pokeballs, putting them in his pocket after shrinking them. ‘Good bye Littleroot, see you when I’m famous…’ He thought as he took out a rope, which he put out of his window and climbed down from, starting to run to the town’s exit, towards what would be the biggest adventure of his life.
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