A Friend's Wish Chapter 1
A start of one's journey is not always alone but also with friends.
_An Electivire is up against a Dragonite, the crowd is cheering and the announcers are announcing the fast-paced _
combat. But most of all here's me. Standing in the opposite side of my opponent, boiling mad and ready to take him down.
But... Hold it, you have no idea how this battle started huh?
Oh well time for me to introduce myself, I am Gero and this is our story. Me and my... umm...
Get it together Gero. Sorry about that. Where was I, oh yeah "mates"
Normal POV
"Alrighty! Time to do some "Ranger" work!" ** ** said a 12 year old boy with black wild hair and brown eyes, sporting a red sleeveless jacket with the Pokemon Ranger logo at the back and yellow shorts that seems too baggy to be even called that."Hey hurry up there, Rookie. You can't keep everybody waiting!" an older figure of similar attire beckoned the boy
"I have a name you know! It's GERO RANLO!!" "Yeah,yeah get in line.". "I wonder how on earth did he become a ranger in the first place?!" Gero thought. *Sigh* "Just because I am a rookie that does not mean that I don't know how to do things, even he is clueless on how to make makeshift antidote."
"Everyone pay attention!! Please go and pass these translators around, as they are going to be your tools for today's task!" "Oh!" almost every rookie in the bus replied with excitement. "I don't need it, but thanks anyway." Gero replied. "Are you sure yo? 'cuz I know that you can understand Pokemon to an extent but not to show off." said the person beside Gero. "Hal, I'll be fine and besides, you need this more than I do." Gero replied. "Okey dokey then."
Gero's POV
I look over to my best friend Halon Kano. He is in the same outfit as me luckily, as we were forced to do drawlots of 4 to see when and who will we go with to our Specialization Query. Specialization Query is when all of the villages' children will be going trough a sample of every work a person staying in the Arius Archipelago. Some will be rangers.
Hopefully more like my dad who is a World class ranger and less of that snob over there.Others are Doctors like my mom, helping all living things in need. But the doctor is a bit more well-versed, they need to study things.From Biology to Anatomy of all creatures, this gives me more reason to respect my mother.
But sadly the occupation of "Trainer" is looked upon as a sin because of how barbaric the act seems to be. But in actuality it is similar to a ranger. They form bonds together with Pokemon and it is also practiced as a sport. "Oh well! At least I have these when I get the chance to see a Pokemon that would befriend me." I thought to myself as I hold my pocket with 2 empty and ready to use pokeballs. These are of the 6 that my father gave me on my 11th birthday before he "disappeared".
"Someday.". "Gero? Arius to GERO!!!" Hal called out before I went back to the real world. "Oh, sorry is it time yet?" "Yup. Let's go and help some Pokemon!" He replied before we stepped out of the lift.
As this excuse of a ranger rambles on and on how he captured 5 pokemon at once, I put on a disapproved face and he approached me. "Hey!!! ROOKIE do you think that your better than me?!?" He shouted at me as his blond hair waves around as he shouts at me. "So? You don't even know what a ranger is intended to do. How you stained the very name of it disgusts me!" annoyed and extremely angry at this "ranger". "OK then. Prove it!" He said as he tossed his styler at me. "Hey! You have no idea how precious this thing is!!" eagerly catching it with care.
"Ok then get those 10 Sewaddles hanging around over there" he pointed towards a decently sized tree. "OK! Styler On!" I readied myself as I launch the top. They should see the look on his face as I circle around 2 to 3 of these bugs for each loop flawlessly. "Now that's how it's done. Ok guys better tell us if there are Pokemon that needs a bit of help." "Ok! We will tell your friends where to find them." replied the swarm.
After they are done with the info exchange.
"Ok. Release!" I commanded the styler and the bugs glowed to confirm their release and they went their separate ways. "Could you be... THE "RANLO"'s son!?!?!?!?" he asked nervously as if he made a fool of himself. In which he did, "Isn't obvious already? And besides if I were you. You'd better learn how to shut that tramp of yours and be serious about not just your title but also your responsibility as one of them. Starting with this." I gave him his styler and see to it that he grabs hold of it. "Never. I MEAN NEVER TOSS YOUR STYLER AROUND UNLESS NECESSARY UNDERSTOOD!?"
"Yes sir!!!" He replied in fear and submission.
I looked at everyone and they had a surprised look beside's Hal. Who practically has been with me for the past 8 years. "A 180 degree turn. I didn't even know that Gero can get mad." "A world-class ranger's son. No wonder" and so on and so forth,my classmates' make a chatter. "Alright! That's enough, remember what we are here for." a better sounding Ranger stepped up to take charge. "That's more like it. I guess a bit of lashing does do good." I thought to myself.
"Hey Gero, are you ok? I know that when we talk about your dad you get..er...touchy." Hal hopped to the side of me. "No it's not that, but a ranger is supposed to be a role model. A glimmer of hope, can't have that if that guy is a goofball." I tilted my head towards the ranger. "I guess so. But if you need..." "I know,I know, thanks Hal." I interrupted with a smile, trying to hide my true feelings towards the old man.
Later that day
"You showed him huh?" Hal biting on an apple sized petcha berry, "Yup, and it is for the better!" I replied as I bit mine. We were discussing about today's activities in a place that only me and him knows. We called it Dragonite's Cliff. It is a place near our village that is right in front of a port that ship things daily and it so happen that the mountain is occupied by the Dra species.
(And little did I know that in a certain winter day that I would meet the love of my life....)
(At least one of them. Im such a polygamist.*Facepalm*)(Guess got that from my dad. Curse you old man.)