Here's a story based on Pokemon FireRed and LeafGreen. Hope you like it! Yeah, I know, Kene is Red, and Kaz is Blue. And yes, there are charcters from the anime. I thought it might be more suitible to the story.
Well, here it is:
Okay, so maybe a bunch of weird things have happened in my life. I seem to have always been stuck in the center of an evil work just because I’m in the wrong place at the wrong time. But it wasn’t always like that. My name is Kene Leef. I’m a normal kid, or I was. I’m just about average height, with sandy brown hair and usually wearing a red cap. I just used to be a normal Pokémon Trainer. In fact, I wasn’t even that back in my school days. Though I lived in Pallet Town, I attended the Viridian City Pokémon Trainers’ School. Pallet Town was so tiny that there wasn’t even a Pokémon Center there, which was weird, because every other town or city in Kanto had one. So, of course, there was no chance of there being a school in Pallet. I guess all of it started out on Graduation Day – the last day of the fourth grade. I was sitting on the bus reading a Pokémon Adventures comic book when Kaz appeared. Kaz Fyre had been my rival since we both were babies. I don’t know why, but Kaz always seemed to beat me in everything. Kaz was taller than I was, but he also knew everything about every known species of Pokémon. He could tell you right off the bat all the moves that Parasect could learn and at what levels, or the exact description of a Dugtrio. He could tell you the details of Kecleon’s ability, Color Change, or what you had to do to find a Loudred in Sinnoh. Yep, Kaz knew pretty much everything. “Hi, Kaz,” I mumbled. “Hey, Leef,” said Kaz. “So which Pokémon are you gonna choose?” “What?” “I’m going with Charmander – the Lizard Pokémon, you know. It knows Scratch and Growl right off the bat, but then it learns Ember at level seven, then Smokescreen at level ten, then Dragon Rage –” “Kaz!” I interrupted. “We don’t get Pokémon today at school. It’s just a graduation ceremony. You don’t get presented with a Pokémon.” “Yeah,” said Kaz, “but I know the Prof. Professor Oak, you know. His grandson used to baby-sit for me when I was little. ’Course, I’m sure you never met Gary or Professor Oak. I met both of them. And lemme tell ya, Leef, it’s really who you know that gets you a Pokémon quicker.” “My dad knows Professor Oak!” I said, suddenly angry. I hated Kaz and his stupid little remarks. Kaz laughed. “Leef, your whole family’s a bunch of losers. Your dad, what’s he do? Work in a coal mine?” My dad was the Gym Leader of Orreburgh City in Sinnoh. On top of that, my uncle was the Gym Leader of Petalburg City in Hoenn. Plus, my granddad was the Gym Leader of Canalave City, which wasn’t too far from Orreburgh. “My family are Gym Leaders! I even want to open a Gym in Pallet Town!” The words were out before I could stop them. I had never told anyone about this stupid dream of mine, and I shouldn’t have, either, because Kaz laughed harder than ever. “Ha ha! Oh, Leef, you’ll never be a Gym Leader. You won’t even survive one day as a Trainer! Ha ha!” By this time, I was fuming. I gave a yell that even bus driver Proton could hear, and he never heard anything. “YOU’LL EAT THOSE WORDS!” I ran at him and tackled him. Proton pulled over. “Hey, Leef! Fyre! What are you two doing?” “Sorry, Proton,” said Kaz. “Leef just tackled me for no reason.” “He called my family losers!” I protested. “Losers, Proton!” “Fighting on the bus is against the rules,” he said. “Once we get to school, you’ll go straight to Mrs. Nincada’s office, got it?” I hated Proton for that, and even though it was the last day of school, it wasn’t the last time I’d see Proton.
“Why did you tackle Master Fyre?” asked Mrs. Nincada. Mrs. Nincada’s named suited her – the school principal looked just as creepy as the bug Pokémon that shared her name. She was very bony, and she looked at least in her sixties. “He was calling my family ‘losers,’” I said. “What was I gonna do?” “Mr. and Mrs. Fyre said that their son would never do such a thing,” said Mrs. Nincada. I rolled my eyes. Kaz’s parents had come to bail him out, which I thought was totally ridiculous. They started protesting that Kaz would never call anyone’s family “losers,” and that Kaz shouldn’t be given any punishments. “People have an ability,” I said, “called lying.” Mrs. Nincada raised her eyebrows. “I’m sorry?” “Mr. and Mrs. Fyre lied. Their son is the closest thing to a bully that this school has. You can’t just trust the word of his dear mommy and daddy.” “Master Leef, summer school.” “Huh?” I said, not sure I had heard her right. “Summer school. You will not be graduating today, and will be sitting and watching Master Fyre and the others graduate.” “What?” I was shocked and upset at the same time. The last thing I wanted to do was to return here over the summer. I wanted to get ahead of Kaz in being a Pokémon Trainer, at least, and I couldn’t do that if I had summer school. “But –” I started to protest, and then the door opened. My mom, dad, granddad, uncle, and cousins stood there. I was overcome with shock, but I was happy to see everyone. I saw my mom every day at home, but I never saw my dad anymore, except on holidays, and I only saw my granddad, uncle, and cousins at Christmas. “Son?” said my dad. “Is everything okay?” My dad, Roark, was a skinny man with brown hair coming down to his collar. He wore thin, wire-framed glasses. “Fine,” I said. “Uncle Norman! May! Max! What are you all doing here?” “We couldn’t miss your graduation,” said my cousin May, a tall, skinny girl with dirty-blonde hair and a green bandana. “Congrats, Kene! You can be a Trainer, just like me!” “Thanks, May,” I said, “but that’s not happening. Not today.” “Huh?” said May’s little brother Max, a short boy with untidy dark green hair and horn-rimmed glasses. “But – but my dad said –” “I’ll be attending summer school. Mrs. Nincada just told me.” “Summer school?” said my uncle Norman, a tall man with short black hair. “No! Kene, what did you do?” “I tackled Kaz,” I muttered. “He called you guys losers! What was I gonna do?” “Honey,” said my mom, “I understand. But violence is never the right way to go.” “Wait,” said Max, “did you say her name was Mrs. Nincada? That’s so cool! Nincada’s a Pokémon of the Bug and Ground types, and it weighs about 12 pounds and stands at one foot, eight inches high –” “Never mind!” said my dad. “We need to clear this up. If Kene tackled Kaz, then he must have done – or said – something really bad.” “Mr. and Mrs. Fyre said –” Mrs. Nincada started to say, but I cut in. “Look, his parents wanted him to be a Trainer, it’s all they care about!” I said. “If you want to give me summer school, Mrs. Nincada, then all your teachers have taught me – all they’ve said to get me look up to today – goes to waste.” Mrs. Nincada stood there for a moment, breathing. I heard Max mutter something about a Shednja, then Mrs. Nincada said: “Okay. All right. You will graduate.” My family cheered and I was hugged tightly five times. When I finally got out of the room, there was my best friend Jack standing there. “Dude, what’d she do? I mean –” (he lowered his voice) “are you gonna graduate?” “Yeah,” I said, “but I missed summer school by about an inch. Luck. Pure luck.” “No kidding,” said Jack. Jack Watarr had been my best friend since kindergarten – which was when I had started school. He had black, unitdy hair, and wore a red-and-green bandana. His belt – like all others’ in the Trainers’ School – had six empty, circular spaces where he would someday keep Poké Balls. “So when you pick your Pokémon – which one?” “I’ll go Bulbasaur, I guess.” I’d done enough research on Bulbasaur, and knew that it evolved into Ivysaur at level sixteen, and then into Venusaur at lever thirty-two. It was half-Grass, half-Poison type. I obviously didn’t know as much about it as Kaz did, but it was a start. I was a C student, just like Jack. Kaz, however, got straight As. The lowest he had ever scored on his report card was a B+ in Pokémon Battle Strategies class in second grade, and that’s just because he scored one C- on his test because he mixed up Faint Attack and Feint. “I’m going with Squirtle, the Tiny Turtle Pokémon,” said Jack. “I like Water-types, so Squirtle will be good for me. Plus – Leader Flint won’t be as hard.” Flint was the Gym Leader of Pewter City. His son, Brock, used to run the Gym, but he took off to become a Pokémon Breeder. Ever since then, Flint, who shared the name of one the Elite Four, had run the gym. Just then, the bell rang. I hurried to my classroom. My teacher was Mrs. Bakuuda, and she was the best teacher I had had. She owned a Camerupt, which was awesome. Camerupt was my favorite Pokémon. I hoped to train one someday, but as I didn’t have a Trainer Card yet, I couldn’t officially become a Trainer. “Okay, class,” said Mrs. Bakuuda. “It’s time.”
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This is fantastic. Seriously, I don't say that about a lot of stuff here, but this is just superb. I find it rare that I read something from beginning to end either because it's faulty, or dull, or repetitive, but this is just great. I'm happy to see this, really, I've wanted something like this to appear for ages, and it's about time, too.
@PwnageSniper: No way dude, keep the comment! Thanks a bunch! I thought everyone was gonna think this was lame, my 11-year-old brother hates it, and yet here's someone four years older than I am who loves it!!! Thanks again!
Well, your brother knows nothing about fanfictions then.
It's hard to keep me interested, I get bored of my own FF sometimes, but you've managed a good comment out of me. The main thing I like is the scenario, graduation is something I haven't seen before, and of course, there's the utter ******bag of a rival. 2 things you pulled off superbly.
Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. My class and I were standing backstage, about to be looked upon by all of our family and friends. After years of waiting, this day had finally come. I would get my Trainer Card, and graduate. I heard Mrs. Nincada speak to the assembly: “Welcome, parents, relatives, and friends of the fourth grade students. I am delighted to say that the end of another year has come, and for Mrs. Bakuuda’s and Mr. Samehader’s fourth graders, it means graduation. “I welcome the world-renowned Pokémon Professor Samuel Oak, who has taken time out of his day to come and see this amazing event. I welcome his grandson, Gary, as well.” There was some applause, then – “So, without further ado, our stars of the day, future Pokémon Masters, Mrs. Bakuuda’s and Mr. Samehader’s fourth graders!” Applause like none I had ever heard erupted from the crowd. “Come on,” said Mrs. Bakuuda, and we all stepped onto the stage. From the line of Mr. Samehader’s class, I saw Kaz smirk at me. What a jerk, I thought. Mrs. Bakuuda and Mr. Samehader both then gave their speeches. Both of them were pretty much the same, how they were very proud of how well we had all done this year, and stuff like that. Afterwards, Mrs. Nincada spoke again. “Yes, we are all very proud of how well our students have done this year. But enough talk – the graduation begins now!” More applause. “From Mrs. Bakuuda’s class: Phillip Basgo!” Phillip was presented with his graduation certificate and Trainer Card. Then Mrs. Nincada began calling out names in alphabetical order. Finally: “From Mr. Samehader’s class: Zachary Fyre!” Kaz moved downstage. He smirked at me as he received his Trainer Card. I blushed slightly. I hated when Kaz did that, when he smirked at me whenever he got a reward, as if he had just become Pokémon Champion of the entire world. There was applause again. A few more names were called, then, finally, after five years: “From Mrs. Bakuuda’s class: Kensington Leef!” I beamed as I received my certificate and Trainer Card. “Congratulations,” said Mrs. Nincada, “and please don’t tackle anyone on the bus ride home.” I laughed. “Don’t worry, Mrs. Nincada. Thanks.” I went back to the line of my class. It was a while before Jack was called. Thirty more students were graduated before Mrs. Nincada called out: “And, finally, from Mrs. Bakuuda’s class: Jackson Watarr!” Jack went over to Mrs. Nincada, was handed his certificate and Trainer Card, and went back over to the line. “Yes!” I heard him whisper. “Pokémon Contests, here I come!” Before I could even think about what he had said, Mrs. Nincada called out: “And that’s it! Congratulations to all of our fourth graders! Thank you all for coming!”
Back in the classroom, we held a huge party. It was the best day I had ever had at the Viridian Trainers’ School. I had great afternoon with Jack and a couple of my other buddies. Then I remembered what he had said back at the ceremony. Pokémon Contests, here I come…. Pokémon Contests? It was weird; Jack had always seemed like the kind of guy who would challenge Pokémon Gyms, and yet… he was talking about entering Pokémon Contests. “Jack?” I asked him. “Mmf?” he replied: He was in the middle of a barbecue chicken drumstick. He swallowed. “What?” “Back at the ceremony, you said something about Pokémon Contests.” He looked down at his feet. “Go on, then, laugh at me,” he said. “What?” “I want to be a Pokémon Coordinator, okay? I haven’t told you, because – well, because – because I thought you’d laugh. And you will. I know you will.” “Dude, no way,” I said. Jack had misunderstood me completely. I didn’t care if he wanted to be a Luvdisc Trainer. I was with him all the way, no matter what. “That’s great! You should totally do it!” Jack’s face lit up. “You serious?” “If that’s what you want to do, go for it, man!” “Thanks, Kene!” “Tell you what. Since we’re both gonna be Trainers, why don’t we go together? You compete in Contests, and I’ll battle the Gym Leaders. It’ll be great! ” “Yeah! Sure! Why not, right?”
The fact that Jack and I would be traveling together was exciting. Traveling with my best friend would the best reward ever for my efforts at the Trainers’ School. This, and the fact that I could now be a Trainer, filled me with happiness as we loaded onto the bus for the last time. Proton wasn’t there, and instead of him was a man who was just about as big as William Taft. Jack and I sat near the back, in order to avoid Kaz and his buddies. I took out my Pokémon Adventures comic book and began to read, and, once again, my floor-licking, backstabbing rival, Kaz, came up to me. “Leef,” he began, “I heard you and your loser friend are gonna travel together. Two losers equal one pathetic duo.” I wanted to tackle him again, but I remembered Mrs. Nincada’s warning back at school. Instead, I said, “Shut up, you ugly Feebas.” Kaz’s buddies laughed, but Kaz said, “You’re dead for that, Leef. Just wait till we get our Pokémon. I’ll give you a battle you won’t forget. Ever. Got that, Kensington?” He put so much emphasis on the last word that I knew he was making fun of me. I replied, “Yeah, Zachary.” “You are so dead, Leef. Wait till my Charmander gets its hands on your pathetic little Magikarp you’ll have for a starter.” Now, I just ignored him. I was just staring at the word “capture” in my comic book. I didn’t even respond. Kaz, Jack, and I all lived on Masara Street in Pallet Town. When the bus came to a halt at the bus stop, we all went out of the bus only to find Professor Oak standing there. “Congratulations,” he said. “Thanks,” we all murmured. “Why don’t you three come to my Lab? You are going to obtain a Pokémon. I wouldn’t turn down this opportunity.” We all agreed, and he began to walk as we followed.
@ryan: I fixed this, hope you like the extended version.
Professor Oak’s Lab was crammed with rows and rows of Poké Balls. There had to be at least three hundred of them. As I walked by, I noticed that stickers with the Pokémon’s name were stuck on each Poké Ball. I walked past Meowth, Noctowl, Chikorita, and all kinds of other Pokémon. I wondered if Oak had any really rare Pokémon in his Lab. Oak led Jack, Kaz and me into a room with a long, rectangular table in the center. A huge machine buzzed off to the left, while three odd, red boxes sat on a table in the corner. Just as I wondering what they were, Oak said, “Now that you three have your Trainer Cards, I can legally give each of you one three Pokémon: Bulbasaur, Charmander, or Squirtle. Which one would you like?” “Bulbasaur!” I yelled. “Charmander!” Kaz yelled. “Squirtle!” Jack yelled. Oak looked surprised. “I see!” he said. “Usually when I do this, more than one person wants a single Pokémon. All right, Kene, you said you wanted Bulbasaur…” He took a Poké Ball from the table and handed it to me. “Well, go on,” he said, “open it.” I held the Poké Ball in my hand. This was it. I could feel the excitement boiling like hot water inside me. I took a deep breath, threw the Poké Ball, and yelled, “Go, Bulbasaur!” “Bulbasaur!” said Bulbasaur after it had materialized in a thin layer of red… something. I couldn’t really tell what it was; it was neither solid nor liquid nor gas, but simply a layer. “That Bulbasaur,” Oak said, “is at level five, so it can use Tackle and Growl. It is really quite energetic! Now, would you like to give a nickname to that Bulbasaur?” “Umm…” I wasn’t sure. After all I’d gone through, I thought it might be a good idea to give it nickname like “Tox,” since Bulbasaur was a Poison-type. But I decided against it. After all, I did want to evolve Bulbasaur fully, and calling a Venusaur “Tox” just wouldn’t seem right. “No thanks,” I said finally. “Bulbasaur, return!” I said, pushing the button on the Poké Ball and pointing it at Bulbasaur. “Kaz,” said Oak, “you want Charmander?” “Yeah,” said Kaz. “It’s only gonna whoop the scrub of Leef’s Bulbasaur! Just you wait, Leef, Charmander’ll level up so quickly that it’ll be part-Flying-type in no time!” I wasn’t really sure what that meant, but before I could really make much sense of it, Kaz had sent out his Charmander. It materialized and said, “Char char!” “That Charmander knows Scratch and Growl, since it too is at level five,” Oak said. “Do you want to give it a nickname?” “Nah,” Kaz said. “I’m too cool for that.” Oak then did the same thing with Jack’s Squirtle. Apparently it knew Tackle and Tail Whip at level five. Jack sent it out and it materialized. But when Oak asked if Jack wanted to give Squirtle a nickname, Jack said, “Umm… yeah. Return… Aqua!” Jack’s Squirtle dematerialized back into its Poké Ball. “Take this,” said Oak, handing one of the red boxes to each of us, “your Pokédexes.” He paused, and I knew we were about to hear a lecture. “I had a dream when I was young,” he began. “To make a complete guide of all the Pokémon in the world. That was my dream. But, I’m too old! I can’t do it! So, I want you three to fulfill my dream for me.” Huh? I thought. Oak was a nice guy and all, but this…. This was taking it a little too far. “But there are four hundred and ninety-three known species of Pokémon,” I said. “To catch them all is… impossible.” “In this nation, there are four hundred and ninety-three, yes,” Oak said. “But in this region, there are only one hundred and fifty-one Pokémon known to live. If you succeed at capturing sixty of these Pokémon, I will update your Pokédexes to include all Pokémon from Johto as well. But for now… I would like you only to capture Pokémon native to Kanto.” Suddenly, I felt excited. This was what I wanted to do. I took the Pokédex from Oak, and said, “Yes. I will.” I started to leave, but then I heard Kaz call, “Wait, Leef!” “What?” I said, irritated. “Let’s check out our Pokémon! Come on, I’ll take you on!” I was pretty shocked. Not five minutes after I’d gotten my Pokémon, Kaz wanted to battle. I agreed. So, I guess my first battle went alright for a first time. Kaz and I faced each other – right there in the Lab – and sent out our Pokémon. “Go, Charmander!” Kaz yelled, throwing the Poké Ball. I followed suit, threw the Poké Ball, and yelled: “Go, Bulbasaur!” Both of our Pokémon materialized and gave their cries. I said, “Bulbasaur, use Tackle!” Bulbasaur ran at Kaz’s Charmander. I could literally see the wind rushing past it. Finally, Bulbasaur made contact with Charmander. Charmander was thrown off its feet. I couldn’t believe it. I’d just scored a critical hit on my first-ever battle move. Kaz didn’t seem impressed. “Yeah, you gotta do more’n that, Leef. Go, Charmander, Scratch!” Charmander ran at my Bulbasaur. It raised its arm and scratched Bulbasaur. Bulbasaur cringed, but recovered easily. “Go, use Growl!” I commanded. Bulbasaur growled at Charmander. Charmander winced: Its Attack stat had just been lowered. “Growl, Charmander!” Kaz yelled. Now it was Bulbasaur’s turn to wince, Bulbasaur’s turn to have its Attack lowered. It was a fair game now. “Bulbasaur, use Tackle!” I yelled. Bulbasaur tackled Charmander again, pushing it backwards. “Charmander, Scratch!” Once again Charmander ran at Bulbasaur, once again Bulbasaur was scratched by Charmander’s short, sharp claws. "Use Growl, Bulbasaur!" Bulbasaur growled again, but this time with more ferocity. Charmander screamed: Its Attack had fallen greatly. "Now, Chramander, Scratch, once more!" A critical hit. Uh-oh, I thought, that's not good. The critical had made it so that Scratch had not been weakened by Growl. Bulbasaur, exhausted and down to one Hit Point, got up painfully. "Quickly, use Growl!" I commanded Bulbasaur growled weakly. Charamnder didn't even grimace. "Ha!" Kaz said. "Okay, Charmander, use Growl!" Bad move, I thought. I knew it wasn’t long now. I knew that even with Growl in effect that Charmander would faint once Bulbasaur used Tackle again. I commanded it to do so, but then the worst happened. Charmander dodged. My mouth was wide open in disbelief, but only for a second. When Charmander used Scratch again, I commanded Bulbasaur to dodge. It did so. Charmander kept going, and crashed into the wall. It lay motionless on the tile floor of the Pokémon Lab, fainted. I had just won my first Pokémon battle. "So that's it," Kaz said, dumbfounded. "Unbeliveable," he muttered, "I picked the wrong Pokémon." Recluctanlty, Kaz handed me 175 Pokémon Dollars. "You scrub, I could've beaten you!" he said. "No, you couldn't," I said. "You're a loser." That got him mad. "Leef, I just picked the wrong Pokémon. How about a trade?" "A trade?" I wasn't sure. After I'd just gotten my Bulbasaur, Kaz wanted to trade. I didn't know what to say. Finally, I said, "Sure." Oak, meanwhile, was standing there in disbelief. "I'm not sure if..." "No one asked you, Gramps," said Kaz rudely. "Come on. There's a Trade Machine upstairs." Kaz and I climbed the stairs, with Jack tagging along behind us. The Trade Machine stood in plain sight on the second floor of the Pokémon Lab. We placed our Poké Balls in the sockets, and I pressed the button. Instantly, the machine roared to life. The silhouttetes of Charmander and Bulbasaur could be seen on the screen. Finally, a Poké Ball materilaized in the socket right in front of me. I picked it up, and said, "Go, Charamander!" Kaz's -- no, my Charmander materilaized in front of me. Not only had I had my first battle, but also my first Pokémon trade.
That was excellent, though I think you finished the chapter too soon, as if you rushed to get it on the website (not saying its bad, Im saying that a little more at the end would have been better) although with my fantic Ive done theexcatc same thing, so well done
Hope you like it! I'll update as time goes on, and we add new characters. And no, I'm not doing a bus driver Proton one. You'll see who he is eventually :). EDIT: I've updated this to include their known Pokemon, too. (If it's blank, that means that the story hasn't sepcified what Pokemon they have.)
When you do re-write it, make sure you take your time with it, people can be patient.
There are a few problems here and there, very much visible signs of a rushed chapter. Just take your time, read over it once or twice, see if it's alright, and if it is, great, if not, make a change or two.
@ryanking: Neither did I, actually. I planned to have Kene go through the whole story wth Bulbasaur and its evolutions. I don't know what I was thinking when I put the trade in, but I'll keep it as is. It makes it more interesting.