"GYAHH!" Hawkeye lost his balance and fell out of bed.
"Oww...don't
do that, Cheren! You scared the crap out of me!"
"Sorry," Cheren replied. "I guess I got a bit overexcited. I heard from Professor Juniper that she's going to give each of us Pokemon today. Is that true?"
"Yeah," said Hawkeye, still recovering from the shock. "As soon as Bianca gets here, we can pick them out. They're in that box there." Hawkeye pointed to a small, blue box, very clearly marked DO NOT OPEN UNTIL: with today's date underneath.
"What's keeping her, anyway? I'd have thought she'd be here by now." Cheren had never been the patient type.
"I don't know," Hawkeye replied, starting for the bathroom, "but I'm going to get dressed before--"
Just then Bianca burst into the room panting. "Sorry I'm late!" When she saw Hawkeye, she blushed a bit. "Oh, I'm sorry--I didn't mean--"
"It's all right, Bianca." Hawkeye had been halfway in the doorway when Bianca entered, so she didn't see his Pachirisu pajamas his mom had bought him. Of course, he now realized as he put on his favorite shirt and jacket, she probably had no clue what a Pachirisu
was, having lived her entire life in Unova.
He donned a baseball cap and re-entered the room, where Cheren was laying into her:
"...I've known for sixteen years that you have no sense of time, but this is ridiculous!"
"I already apologized, Cheren. Now can you please answer my question...
without the lecture this time?"
Cheren sighed. "Fine. The Pokemon are in that box over there. There's one for each of us."
"Well, let's open it then!" Bianca clearly had been waiting for this day for quite some time; she looked about to boil over with excitement.
Hawkeye stepped forward and grabbed the note on top of the box. Bianca and Cheren looked over his shoulder as he read it aloud:
In this box are three Pokemon, one for each of you. Please settle your decisions politely. Enjoy your Pokemon! -Professor Juniper
"I still can't believe this is happening," Cheren said. "All my life I've wanted to be a Pokemon Trainer, and now...I'm about to pick out my first Pokemon ever!"
Hawkeye opened the gift box. Inside were three Poke Balls, all lined up in a row. The three friends stared transfixedly at the little red-and-white spheres. Then, without warning, Hawkeye and Cheren scrambled to grab the one they wanted. Unfortunately, they apparently wanted the same Pokemon, and the friendly struggle soon turned into an outright scrum. After a short while the two lay on the floor, exhausted.
"Honestly," Bianca sighed as she helped Hawkeye and Cheren disentangle themselves. "And you accuse
me of being childish. Okay then, let's do this the fair way. This is Hawkeye's house, so Hawkeye gets first pick."
"Yes!" Hawkeye jumped for joy as Cheren turned away and snorted. His momentary exultation over, Hawkeye moved up to the box, considered the three balls laying there, and decided to let fate choose. He grabbed the middle one, vowing that whatever came out would be his first Pokemon.
Hawkeye tossed the ball into the air. There was a flash of blinding red light that caused him to turn his eyes away, and when he looked back, he saw a small, red-orange pig staring back at him.
The Tepig examined Hawkeye's tall figure for a moment, and finally said, "So you're my new master, huh?"
"Well," Hawkeye said, I wouldn't quite call it that--"
"To be honest, I expected someone taller."
Hawkeye looked down amazedly at the little Tepig. Not only could he talk, he was a wiseguy to boot. "Amazing," he thought to himself. "My first Pokemon, and I wind up with a comedian."
"Tepig?" Cheren asked, as he grabbed the Poke Ball on the right and released an Oshawott. "You're kidding, right?"
"Shut up." Hawkeye squatted so he was closer to Tepig. "I'm Hawkeye," he told the Pokemon.
"And I'm Gary Oak. Smell ya later!" Here the Tepig did a perfect imitation of the real Gary Oak's trademark sudden exits. "HA! I'm just kidding," he snorted. "I'm not gonna walk out on you like that."
"Well, now that everyone's got a Pokemon..." Bianca held in her arms a Snivy, which had been released from the ball on the left. "I know! Hawkeye, let's battle! It'll be a good way to get a start on our journeys!"
"You know, Bianca, you really shouldn't battle inside buildings..." Cheren began, but Bianca had already put down her Snivy. "Okay, Snivy," she said. "I believe in you!"
"Okay, then...go for it, Tepig!"
A few Tackles later it was over. Bianca's Snivy was no match for Tepig; in fact, Tepig only seemed to grow stronger from the battle.
"Well...that was a great battle anyway!" Bianca was clearly disappointed at having lost, but she remained cheerful nevertheless. "You're going to be a great Trainer someday, Hawkeye! I just know it!"
"Uhh...you two may want to look around," Cheren chimed in.
Hawkeye finally drew his eyes away from Tepig and looked around the room. It was a mess; there were footprints all over the place, and the rug and bed were out of order (not that the bed had ever been in any different shape). Mom wasn't going to like this.
"Oh...sorry about your room, Hawkeye..." Bianca was clearly embarrassed at apparently screwing everything up yet again.
"It's fine," Hawkeye began quickly, but not fast enough. "You...are completely hopeless," berated Cheren.
"Yeah?" Bianca suddenly became livid. "Well, I'd like to see
you do any better!"
"Fine. Hawkeye...here I come!"
So Tepig was forced to fight two battles in a row. Fortunately, the little Fire-type was more than up to the challenge, KOing Oshawott with two Tackles. "Wow, I'm impressed!" Cheren smiled for the first time in quite awhile. "Bianca was right, you are going to do well! But we need to go see the Professor first. She's probably wondering what's keeping us so long."
Bianca and Cheren went downstairs, but Hawkeye and Tepig remained behind. The Tepig looked up at his master and said, "So...how often are we gonna run into those two? 'Cause my ears are starting to hurt."
Hawkeye sighed. This was going to be a long journey.