DISCLAIMER: I don't own Pokemon, or any other copyrighted things I decide to throw in for fun. I will try to play nice.
CHAPTER 1
"Mommy, please? Pretty please?"
"For the last time, no!"
Ah, the beautiful sounds of being outside. Walking through my small town of Applea, I
suddenly realize that in my whole life, it has never been quiet for more than about 3 seconds.
Especially since today is the annual day that Professor Selsan gives out pokemon to the first
lucky people to get to her. I haven't made it yet. Not through lack of trying mind you. I just
can't beat the stampede. I sometimes wonder why I am still trying. Still...
"Ariana?"
Huh? I turn around and see Prof. Selsan standing behind me. She has a huge smile,
nothing unusual there, and is holding a pokeball. One that is violet and white instead of red
and white.
"Hello." Why am I so nervous? Prof Selsan is a friend of the family. So what is wrong
with me?
"I know you have been trying very hard these last few years to get a pokemon, so I
brought you something special. Here you go!"
With that, she hands me the pokeball. I stare at it blankly for a moment, and then
decide what to do.
"Pokeball, go!"
I threw it out, and it opened to reveal... HITMONCHAN!! MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE
POKEMON!!
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" At this point, I am practically jumping up and down.
Hitmonchan looks at me like I grew another head. Then he starts laughing.
"Watch it buddy. My brother has a Hitmonlee." I thought it would be a no brainer
threat, but he got mad.
"HIT...MON...CHAN!"
"Ok, mental note, Chan doesn't like Lee."
"Chan?"
"Make up your mind, are you mad or happy?"
"Chan!!"
"If you just said 'both'..."
At this point, Hitmonchan is rolling with laughter. Unfortunately, I'm right with him.
Prof. Selsan is just watching. If possible, her smile just grew.
"I knew you would like this one. He is still pretty young, but he is really strong.
Just be careful around Chris. Knowing him, he will try to drag you into battle before you are
ready."
"Hitmonlee doesn't stand a chance. Right Hitmonchan?"
"Chan!!"
I started home for the evening, Hitmonchan right next to me. Literally, he was walking
with me. I didn't want him in the pokeball. It is fun showing off. When we finally got home...
"Of all the pokemon in the world, why a wimp like Hitmonchan?"
My beautiful (ack!) brother was sitting on the porch just waiting for me. I quickly put
a hand in front of Hitmonchan. Which was good because he was starting to charge forward. He
immediately stopped.
"Chan", I whispered, "you're doing exactly what he wants you to. If you want to get on
his nerves, ignore him. That includes Hitmonlee. OK?"
Hitmonchan gives me a blank look, then nods. I pull my hand away. He walks with me
right past my brother and into the house. And as usual, the first thing we here is...
"EEVEE!!" My little sister's eevee. Who of course wants attention.
"Go play Eevee. Go find Linna." I want to see what Hitmonchan can do, which means I
need to get to my room. However, someone has other plans.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEE!!" I broke the law and
didn't even pet her. Now I'm really in trouble (yeah, right).
Right on cue, Linna comes running down the stairs.
"What are you doing to my Eevee? You made her cry!"
"I'm trying to get to my room. It's not my fault she likes to bug everyone who walks in
the door. Geez, give her a toy or something." I walk past with Hitmonchan right behind me. We
go up the stairs and into my room. Now, unlike most people my age, you can see the floor in my
room. I keep it clean. I also use it as a workout area. And when Hitmonchan saw the punching
bag in the corner...
"CHAN!!" I turn around quick expecting to see Hitmonlee coming up for a battle, then I
see where his eyes are focused.
"I thought you would like that one. That is why we are up here. Now if I can just get
it out..."
About 1 hour later, I finally manage to get the punching bag out of my room, down the
stairs, and into the back yard. I don't think I could have done it without Hitmonchan helping
me. I set it up in the back yard, then the brown fuzzball known as Eevee comes out to play.
This time, though, Linna is with her. I thought at first that it was a good thing, but then...
"Eevee wants to use the bag too." Linna thinks that she owns the world. Too bad, I have
10 years on her, and a fighter pokemon.
"Eevee can use it later." I match the oh-so-annoying tone she used.
"No, we want to play now."
"We're not playing! We're training!"
"I don't see why." My brother comes up with Hitmonlee right behind him. "That Hitmonchan
couldn't punch himself!"
Hitmonchan gives me a really blank look, and then looks at his gloves (If you watch the
show, or play the game, you will know that Hitmonchan's hands are boxing gloves). I get an
idea.
"Hey Hitmonchan, remember that thunderpunch I wanted you to show me?" He looks at me and
nods, looking a little confused. I crack a huge grin, and tell him: "Why don't you demonstrate
on Hitmonlee?"
I have never seen anyone light up so fast. My brother still doesn't know what is going
on, but his Hitmonlee has stepped in front of him, giving Hitmonchan a great shot.
"HIT...MON...CHAN!!" Hitmonchan nailed the thunderpunch, which "shocked" Hitmonlee.
Lee went flying back and the wind was knocked out of him.
"Perfect!" I yelled. I looked over at Hitmonchan, and he was pretty happy too. I went
over to him. "Nice shot. That was a home-run!"
"CHAN!" He was pretty happy too. My brother was pissed.
"That was a cheap shot!"
"Chan was yelling, so he had plenty of time to brace for it. Just because you suck as a
trainer don't take it out on me."
Chris was really mad now. He recalled Hitmonlee, and then went into the house. I could
hear his room door slamming. I did not want to be Hitmonlee right now.
Hitmonchan, (whom I gave the nickname "Chan" since it wasn't such a mouthful) and I
practiced for a few more hours on the punching bag, and then decided to call it quits. I
recalled him to the pokeball, then went in for the night. While I was lying in bed, I couldn't
help but wonder what we would do tomorrow.
To be continued...