OOC: it's a a bit on the short side, (approx. 10,050 charactors) and it's my first story. Capturing Natu
Edit: I just realized that it has him capture the Natu at the end, which is a "no-no". Sorry.
Jake walked between route 30 and route 31 hoping for one of the most elusive of Pokemon- Suicune. Every time he passed between the two he checked his pokedex and sighed. Suicune wasn’t here yet. After another ten minutes of this, Jake got lucky. Suicune was on the same route as him- 31. He walked into a patch of grass and turned in circles, picking off a few Sentret in the process until the Suicune had shown up. Battle music played as he threw the poke ball. It wiggled once. Twice. A third time, and Suicune was caught!
“Yes!” Jake yelled, “I caught a Suicune!” Looking back at his gameboy, however, he sighed. If only it was that easy in real life, he thought to himself, I’ve spent two weeks and haven’t even caught a darn Catterpie. Jake saved his game and turned out the lights. Thank god my brother gave me a Poochyena, otherwise I’d be the laughing stock of the school. Jake wasn’t that bad of a trainer, just a young kid. He constantly felt the need to live up to his older siblings high standards: His brother Kyle was a league champion two years in a row, and his sister Erin came close three times. Without being compared to them, he was actually above average. Jake thought about really catching a Suicune while he drifted off to sleep.
The next day, Jake gulped down his breakfast and announced to his parents, “I’m gonna catch a Pokemon this weekend, even if it takes me all weekend.”
His dad smirked, “good luck with that.”
“Harold!” his mom said smacking Mr. Johnson on the back of his head, “don’t berate the boy.” She smiled at Jake, “I’ll pack you a lunch.”
Jake walked out the door, and through his suburban town, heading out to the grasslands three miles in the east.
At noon, three and a half hours after he started, Jake sat down for lunch. He was tired, Poochyena was tired, and he had wasted three of his six poke balls trying to catch a Weedle. “This sucks.” He said to no one in particular. “I’m tired, and it’s hot, and I want to go home.” But he knew that if he turned back now he would seem even more pathetic. “How did Kyle survive out here for weeks on end? I’m bored and tired after a few hours.” Jake took a bite of his sandwich. “Ugh! Baloney doesn’t taste so good after sitting in the sun.” He forced a few more mouthfuls and fed the rest to Poochyena, who quickly scarfed the remaining half down. Jake finished off his half of the sandwich a warm soda and a bag of chips.
After they had finished eating, Jake and Poochyena laid down in the tall grass. “We’ll ambush it next time Poochy” Jake told his confused Pokemon, “A Pokemon will come through here because it’s nice and cool and shady, and we’ll pop up and surprise them! I’ll catch a Pokemon now for sure!” However, those characteristic that made this spot desirable to pokemon made it tranquil to Jake. He was really starting to regret staying up late last night to catch Suicune. Between his lack of sleep, the shade, the warmth, and his full stomach, Jake was fighting a losing battle against sleep.
After he drifted off into dreamland, a man walked past him. The hulking figure was wearing a ratty t-shirt, torn jeans, and dirty cowboy boots, all of which clashed with his new Pokemon League hat, and didn’t notice Jake. Jake’s wonderful hiding place proved to be very good for just that- hiding. The man’s dirty cowboy boots were what greeted Jake- by stepping on his leg. “Ouch!” Jake exclaimed.
“Sorry,” the man responded, “But what were you doing lying in the middle of the grass?”
“I was catching, Pokemon, but you probably scarred-”
The man laughed, “Catching Pokemon,! Can you do that in your sleep?”
Jake blushed, “I’m not very good at it.”
“That’s for sure.” The man said, “I’m Luke, by the way.”
“I’m Jake,” Jake responded. He looked at the man’s belt, lined with six Pokeballs. “What Pokemon do you have?” He asked.
“With me? Charzard, Hitmontop, Ludicolo, Luxray, Staraptor, and Beedrill. I have about one hundred and fifty more at a Pokemon ranch. How about you?”
Just Poochyena,” Jake sighed.
“I can help you catch another, if you want,” Luke said.
“Could you?” Jake said, trying to conceal his excitement. “That would be great. I definitely need the help.”
“Sure, thing.” Luke answered, “We were all rookies once.”
A few hours later, Jake was so close to having his first Pokemon. Close, however, only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, as Luke constantly told him. But still. He Barely missed that Ratatata, and Almost had that Tailow, in fact, Jake had done things he hadn’t thought possible, like getting a Pokeball to glitch and capture an apple, or caught in his hair.
“Don’t lose heart,” Luke reminded him, “Keep in there.”
Easy for him to say, Jake thought to himself, he hasn’t been failing at catching Pokemon for twelve hours. Then, another pokemon came into his vision, a Natu. “Sweet!” Jake exclaimed, “lets see how badly I can mess this one up.”
“Don’t say that.” Luke said, “just try your best, and you will succeed. I know it sounds really corny, but it works.”
Jake rolled his eyes. “Whatever, you say, Luke”. He commanded Poochyena. “Go! Poochyena.” Poochyena growled. The Natu shook. “Poochyena, Bite!” Jake yelled, but the Natu merely hopped to a higher branch, one barely to high for Poochyena to jump up towards. Jake swore. “I thought I had it. Even a stupid Natu can beat me.” The Natu was obviously happy with itself. Every once in a while it would jump down and give Poochyena a peck on the top of the head.
I can’t even come close to hitting the darn thing with a tackle, not to mention biting it. Jake reasoned with himself, Wait a second, he didn’t need to come close if… “Poochyena, Sand attack!” Jake ordered his Pokemon. The confused Poochyena whipped sand up towards the Natu, flying towards him. The befuddled little bird tried to flap it’s wings, which didn’t work at blocking the sand heading towards it. Unfortunately (for Natu), concentrating on this made it lose focus on flying towards Poochyena’s head, no doubt to peck it again. “Now, Poochyena, while it’s still on the ground, Tackle it!” Jake yelled.
Poochyena charged toward the tiny bird like a freight train. Still dazed from the Sand attack, the Natu just watched as Poochyena got closer, closer, closer, WHAM! The Psychic Pokemon went flying. Jake smiled. The Natu was starting to get angry. It flew towards Poochyena and an odd ray leapt from it’s body.
“That’s Confuse Ray” Luke told the novice, “might not want to attack for a while. Poochyena might do more damage to itself than it does to the Natu.
“I will,” Jake said. “Poochyena, stay still. Pokeball, GO!” Jake threw the Pokeball. It caught the Natu in a beam of red light. The ball dropped to the ground. It wiggled around once, twice, and Natu broke free. Jake said every bad word he knew in every combination he could think of. “That was my last Pokeball,” he said, almost in tears.
“Calm down kid,” Luke said, tossing Jake a container, “you can borrow some of mine. You’re rocking this battle, just a little bit longer and you’ll have it.”
Jake opened the container. In it he saw poke balls of all kinds, many that he shouldn’t have access to as a novice. Great balls and Ultra balls were pointing up at him as if to say, “Take the easy way out, pick us!” But Jake went with the standard. He put one red and white Pokeball in his hand, ready for when he needed it.
The Natu was gloating over Jake’s dizzy Poochyena. “The confuse Ray is wearing off now Jake,” Luke said, “Finish Natu off.”
“Poochyena, use bite while it’s not looking,” Jake exclaimed.
The Natu stopped gloating just in time to see itself trapped between Poochyena’s strong teeth. “Release Natu now, Poochyena,” Jake yelled. Poochyena spat Natu out on to the ground. The wet, shaken, and tired Physic Bird Pokemon looked about to fall over. “Lets try this again. GO! Pokeball!”
The Pokeball released from Jake’s hand. Again, a brilliant flash of red light shot out of it. This time, however, the wild Natu seemed to have less of a fight left in it. The red light engulfed the Natu as the Pokeball fell to the grass. “Second time’s a charm, I hope,” Jake joked. The poke ball wiggled around once, twice, a third time, and then, after an agonizingly long amount of time (that was probably really only thirty seconds at the most), the red glow in the Pokeball faded to white. “Yes!” Jake yelled! “I did it! I Caught a Pokemon.! IcantbelieveitdidyouseewhenItoldPoochyenatobiteitandthenitdidandIthrewthepokeballanditflashedredthen whiteand…”
Luke smiled. “Yes, I saw it, you did great out there. Your first Pokemon caught. I’ll bet that you remember this day for a long time.”
“Thank you so much for your help,” Jake said, finally having calmed down enough to speak in coherent sentences.
“It was nothing.” Luke replied, “Say, did you say your last name was?”
“You wouldn’t happen to be related to either Kyle or Erin Johnson, woild you?”
“Yeah I am,” Jake sighed, “They are my older siblings and are better than me at everything.”
“Nonsense.” Luke said, “You are what? Five years younger than Erin, and seven years younger than Kyle. It’s not that your bad, they just have had more years to practice is all. In fact, you seem to be pretty good”
“You really think that?” Jake asked.
“Yeah. In fact, I battled against Kyle when we were both eleven, and he had already been journeying for weeks. Do you know how many Pokemon he had?”
“Probably at least six.”
“Nope,” Luke said smugly, “One. A very weak Caterpie given to him by a friend. I creamed him with my very weak Weedle, theat I had caught outside my school. So, in fact, you might be better than him someday. I mean, you still haven’t started your journey and already know how to use your environment to help you win battles. Just remember your old buddy Luke when you are rich and famous.”
Jake laughed, “Will do.”
Jake ran home. He couldn’t wait to show his dad what he had caught!