|Pokemon Redux: The Indigo League
Author: WishUponAStar1015 PM
When Ash was eight he was saved by an unknown girl his age. They became best friends. When he was fourteen he left…but he didn't know she followed. With friends appearing and leaving, can their bond stay strong through it all? Ash/OCRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Adventure - Ash K./Satoshi - Chapters: 8 - Words: 19,250 - Reviews: 39 - Favs: 35 - Follows: 41 - Updated: 12-13-12 - Published: 05-17-11 - id: 6999233
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Right. I will start out by saying that I will not update this in about a month or so because I'm going to finish up a few other stories. This story WILL be long so it will be broken up by seasons.
I am accepting OCs for this story. Please send me:
Alliance - Good as in with Ash, Nurse Joy, or Officer Jenny or Bad as in with Team Rocket or any other bad guys real or made up
Personality - I might take a few creative liberties on this
Pokemon - Since I'm going by seasons, depending on which pokemon they have I will put them in the correct season (for example, if someone has a Psyduck, a Ninetails, and a Totodile, I will put them in the season with the Totodile.)
I am accepting OCs in three ways - send me a review with the information, send me a PM with the info, or send me an e-mail. You can get the e-mail from my profile and clicking the button on the top left hand screen or something like that.
If you guys are nice I'll update in a couple of days. XD The first chapter won't be that hard to write up, anyway.
The Indigo League
Pokémon are strange creatures that can do amazing things. They take the forms one can only dream of and care much for the ones who can capture them.
People who can capture Pokémon are called Pokémon Trainers. However, a person doesn't just have to be a trainer in order to have a Pokémon.
There are different ways of how people view those incredible creatures. Some call them monsters. Some call them magical creatures. Yet others call them tools. Others call them servants. Yet others call them friends, but the one word that comes above all others…
Pokémon are family.
This is the story of one boy who loved Pokémon above all else as well as a girl who had nobody else besides her one Pokémon to depend on.
The two of them had no idea that the other existed until one fateful day that involved a rather disgruntled Rattata.
Our story starts in a land called Kanto, just outside the town of Pallet. A young boy of eight was throwing stones in a lake near tall grass. Professor Oak, the resident Pokémon Professor, had warned the young boy not to travel in the tall grass for Pokémon inhabited the grassy areas, but all he wanted to do was see a Pokémon up close. Now, he wasn't so sure that was a good idea.
The boy's name was Ash. Ash Ketchum to be precise. He was young – a boy of eight years old. In just six years he would be able to start his very own Pokémon journey. At fourteen years kids were allowed to start their Pokémon adventures. Ash strived to be the very best and his dream was to become a Pokémon Master.
Ash was cute at eight years old. With black hair that went every which way and dark, mysterious eyes…his elders already knew that he was going to be a heartbreaker. The young boy was wearing a red tee shirt, white shorts, and white sneakers. Like stated before, he was throwing stones into a lake. He was unaware that something was stalking up behind him.
A young Rattata was startled by the loud splashing noise. A Rattata was a little purple mouse Pokémon standing at about a foot tall. If one looked in a Pokedex, it would say "Cautious in the extreme, its hearty vitality lets it live in any kind of environment."
The little purple mouse Pokémon poked its head out from the tall grass, eyes full of curiosity.
"Rat? Rattata!" it exclaimed, startling the young boy. Ash started, eyes widening in surprise as the rock he had been holding in his hand tumbled from his grasp. The rock flew across the clearing from the momentum and struck the small mouse Pokémon on the forehead. The Rattata growled in anger, causing little Ash to back away. He had no means of protecting himself from any danger.
As the small purple mouse Pokémon lunged at him, the boy screamed, running to a tree. The two of them circled the tree for a few minutes before the Pokémon let out another cry. This time a couple of more Rattata appeared. He screamed again, not knowing that his savior was only a couple of feet away.
A young girl of the age of eight was sitting on the other side of the small lake, back facing where Ash had been throwing stones. She had long pin straight flaming red hair tied back away from her face and stormy grey eyes. The girl was wearing a dirty black and hot pink dress and worn shoes. She had a cast on her left arm and a black fingerless glove on the other. The girl wore black half-rimmed glasses; she was almost blind without their super strength lenses. Everything blurred into one giant blurry mass.
By her side was a Pokémon. It was a puppy Pokémon and, as the Pokedex would say, "A Pokémon with a loyal nature. It will remain motionless until it is given an order by its Trainer." You guessed it. This particular Pokémon was a Growlithe.
Unlike other Growlithe Pokémon, who had reddish fur, black stripes, and tan fur along the stomach, head and face, and a tan tail, this Growlithe was what the Pokémon world called a 'Shiny Pokémon'. It meant that this particular Growlithe was rare and had abnormal coloring. The fur along its body was black as the dead of night. The stripes on his back and arms were crimson and, last but not least, everywhere there was tan fur on a normal Growlithe this shiny Growlithe had slate grey fur. In all, it was a unique looking puppy.
"How are you feeling today, My Lady?" the Growlithe asked.
"I'm feeling fine…except for this cast, but that's to be expected." The young girl replied, being the only one able to understand him. Pokémon were unique in the fact that they can choose whether or not to form a certain bond with people in order for the person to understand the Pokémon. Their Trainers could understand them by default, already forming a bond with them when they caught them with their Pokeballs.
Truth be told…the little girl had a health condition that made it almost impossible to travel. She would get infrequent dizzy spells but frequent, and sudden, extreme chest pains. Although she took her medicine, her mother would go to extremes for her to stay in the house…but the girl was fine if her Growlithe was by her side. He could sense when she was about to have an attack. The Growlith held her medicine in a compartment box attacked to a collar around his neck. She easily made friends with the pokemon around her, but she supposed it was only fair for her to suffer in exchange.
The girl stood, feeling as if something bad was going to happen. The girl turned just as she heard the scream of someone in fear.
"Kouken! Let's go!" she exclaimed, not giving her special Growlithe any time to refuse.
"At once, My Lady!" he exclaimed, rising to his feet and following the young girl. Although he was concerned for the source of the scream, his mistress' attacks were sometimes caused by stress…running, for example.
Soon enough, the two of them skidded to a stop just in time to see Ash become cornered by the now large pack of Rattata. There were fifteen total. The girl wasted no time in commanding her Growlithe. Despite her young age she had trained her Pokémon since she was five; she learned how by watching her father train his Arcanine.
"Kouken, take them out with Blast Burn! Aim for the middle Rattata!" the girl exclaimed, catching the raven haired boy's attention. The shiny Growlithe nodded, opening his mouth and sending forth flames of immense power. The red headed girl pushed Ash down so that the debris of the fiery explosion that followed missed them. A few seconds passed before the two children looked up again.
Obviously Kouken was the victor as all of the Rattata were knocked out by the powerful fire attack. The black Growlithe stood proudly in the middle of a small scorched circle, looking down at all of the knocked out Rattata. As he made sure that he was the one declared victorious, the girl helped Ash to his feet. He looked to her, a blush on his face. He was embarrassed that he had to be saved from some Pokémon – by a girl of all things.
"Hi. I'm Ash Ketchum. Thanks for saving me." he said, extending his hand. The girl stared at him for a couple of seconds before lightly grasping his hand. She didn't know why, but she felt that a strong connection would soon be formed between the two of them.
"I'm Calyne. Calyne Fletcher. It's nice to meet you, Ash." The red headed girl said.
"Aren't you going to introduce me, My Lady?" the black Growlithe asked, coming to sit next to his mistress. Ash gasped, looking at the unique Pokémon.
"That's right. This is Kouken, my shiny Growlithe. His name means 'guardian'." Calyne explained to Ash. The boy had heard of shiny pokemon before, but he didn't think he would get the chance to see one in person. He was only eight for crying out loud.
The two of them smiled at each other and headed into town, not knowing exactly how close the two of them would become…