New Bark Town
The sun was shining, wind brushing in Jeremy's dark brown hair as he was sitting upright on his Pidgeot, a Raichu clinged to his shoulder. A pout on his face and arms crossed, he looked rather irritated. And so he was, he was from Kanto, but he had explored it all, he had done it and the scenery was getting boring. He yawned, the Pidgeot flapped it's wings once to go faster, he noticed his trainers fowl mood.
Grabbing his Pokègear and flipped up the map, looking at it. He studied it in silence, before looking around them. “Hm, seeing the map, that New Bark Town should be near, Vulsan.” He told the large bird Pokèmon, it answered him and picked up more speed.
Soon the threesome could see a town in between some trees, a river to the east that lead back to Kanto, where he had come from. “Aight, Vulsan! Prepare for landing!” Jeremy ordered harshly and shifted. A rather showy entrance to a new town it would be as Vulsan came flying over the first rooftops, heading for the center of the small town. Jeremy hopped off of Vulsan and landed right infront of a scrawny teenage boy with blue hair.
The boy nearly jumped out of his own skin and shouted like a frightened little girl, backing off and lost his footing, falling and landing on his ass. Jeremy glared down at the boy and smirked evil at him.
“Apologies, madam. I didn't see you there.” He said to the boy and reached out his hand to help him back up with the same smirk. The boy looked up at him, cheeks blushed and a small teardrop in the corner of his eye. He didn't take Jeremy's hand and got up himself. Jeremy pouted at that and ignored that people was staring.
“I am no lady!” the boy shouted angry at him. “You sure scream like one.” Jeremy answered. The boy got even redder in anger. “I got startled! You don't get big butt faces raining down on yah daily!” the boy shouted back at Jeremy, he pouted at his comment. “Then I suggest you watch where you're going.” Jeremy said as he fondled his belt to find Vulsan's Pokèball.
“Now, little boy, Pokèmon trainer at work, see yah.” he said turning away, not looking at the boy. “I am a Pokèmon trainer too!” Jeremy stopped and glanced back. “Congratulations?” Like it was hard to become a Pokèmon trainer, just find the professor for your region and get a starter. Jeremy pouted at that, he had not gotten Tyson from a professor, he had been a wild Pikachu so many years ago.
“Yeah! And I can win against you! Dracko can do it!” The boy shouted angry at him. Jeremy stopped in his walk, his hand searching for the Pokèball stiffened. Slowly turning half and smirked in direction of the boy. He held a Pokèball now.
“I haven't been here five minutes and already a challenge.” Jeremy said cold and smirked even more now, confident even if the boys nicknaming his Pokèmon didn't tell him much what kind of Pokèmon it might be. He didn't have to wait long though as the boy threw the Pokèball, shouting for Dracko to go.
A Charmander? Jeremy glared at the tiny thing, all though it was a little taller than DJ Bobbo. He pouted as he thought.
“Is this what you want to fight me with? Well, that's fine.” He said confident, slightly irritated that Bobbo wasn't ready for this kind of fight yet. “Vulsan, you take this one.” Jeremy said controlled. It didn't sound like an order, but his great Pidgeot landed in front of the little Charmander and the scrawny boy. “Do you really think you can beat Vulsan with that little lizard of yours?” Jeremy smirked at the younger boy. The Charmander stood ready though. And the boy did at first seem frightened at the sight of this big oponent. But he quickly changed into determination.
“Of course we can” Right, Dracko?” He shouted and looked with a courageous smile at his Charmander that nodded and they both looked up at Vulsan. “Well confidence is good, but I doubt it will be enough.” Jeremy said through his teeth. “Well are you ready, boy?” he asked and the boy nodded, Jeremy grinned then. People had gathered by now to look at the local boy against the stranger.
“Vulsan! Quick attack!” Jeremy shouted harshly and his Pidgeot screeched as it folded out it's great wings and flapped to hoover just over ground, quickly heading for the little Charmander and hit it dead on, sending the little flame Pokèmon backward, landing at his master's feet. “Pathetic, that Pokèmon isn't even trained, you must have just got it.” Jeremy said, somewhat disapointed.
“Dracko! Are you okay?” the boy shouted and got on his knees, picking up his damaged little friend, Jeremy shook of a grimace to that. “Aww, the little boy think the Pokèmon is his friend.” He mocked, however some of the towns folks disagreed with him, saying that Pokèmon were friends with their trainers, only a trainer that befriended his Pokèmon would become truly strong. Jeremy huffed at them. He was not friends with his Pokèmon, he was their master, and they obeyed him, doing what he wanted them too.
“Get that Charmander to the Pokèmon center to heal it up. I suggest you start training before you run after the big boys from now on. Toodles.” Jeremy said, waved arrogant as he returned his Pidgeot and turned to walk away. Though that was one weird kid he thought, heading for a shop to resupply. Tyson looked back at the crowd that gathered arround the boy with the little Charmander, before turning his head to face the same way as Jeremy, making sure he didn't slide of his master's shoulder.
-To be continued!
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