Trainer Mew and the Best Hoenn Remake

The truck came to a stop. I fell to my knees, nearly scraping them on the cold metal floor. I stood up, picked up the 3DS I had dropped, and leaned against the boxes. If I was lucky, my family had finally gotten to our new home. My dad, or Norman as he prefers to be called, is a great pokemon trainer. So good that he got called out here to the Hoenn Region to be a gym leader. It was easy to say that driving was not his strong suit.

I leaned back against the boxes. The engine of the truck idled for a few seconds before turning off completely. I heard the mumbled chatter of my parents and a few of the machokes that dad asked for specifically to carry in our personal items. The door to the back of the truck opened, so quickly so that the rush of blinding white light forced me to look the other way.

"Quit being such a wimp," Dad teased. I felt a hand take a hold of mine and help me down the stairs that unfolded when the door opened. I nearly twisted my ankle on the landing, but Dad did the same thing he always did. Slap me roughly on the shoulder, smile wide, and say, "Rub some salt on it!"

I rubbed my eyes. When I opened them, I found myself surrounded by a small town. There were about ten houses in the neighborhood around us. Out near the end of the street to my left was a laboratory-looking building. The other way lead to a pathway filled with grass that desperately needed a good trimming. From there, the path was too far away to see clearly. The houses looked similar, not too similar, but enough that the first couple weeks walking home would be hard to find it without being tempted to walk into someone else's house.

"Mew," my dad repeated. "Are you listening?" I faced him and blinked.

"No, Dad." I looked back down at the street at the tall grass. A zigzagoons tail popped out for a second before disappearing again. I guess that's why they didn't cut it; pokemon were living in them. A zigzagoon: we were definitely in the Hoenn Region.

"Well, listen. You need to set the clock in your room, set up your pc, get your Wii U hooked up, and last but not least, make friends with the neighbor." I stared at him. "Now, Mew. If you're going to start a new life, at least start it right."

"Ok, I'll do it." I turned around and stepped up to the house. It was a bit taller and lighter than the other houses, but other than that, there was no particular quality that made it special. My favorite touch was the sitrus berry wreath that my mother already hung on the door. She was just walking in with two machokes by her side when I spotted her.

I walked up to the house, surprised that there was no an inch of road, gravel or sidewalk anywhere in this town. It was all nicely-trimmed grass and flowers. When I was inside, I noticed that another machoke was barking commands at the others in his brisk voice.

"Ma! Choke! Ma! Choke!"

"Over here, honey!" My mom beckoned me over to the kitchen, where she was just heating up the stove. When I was at her side, she held out a new pair of shoes. Not just any shoes, but the top-notch new running shoes made by some company called Devon. "Your father was supposed to wear these, but they sent too small a size. He wants you to have them instead."

Even though I knew my father had the same shoe size at me, I took them anyways. Dad never got new shoes. He hated every pair except his own. They were so old that every week mom would have to stitch them up to fix them. Sometimes she would have to buy leather from the store downtown from our old house in Kanto. I wonder what she'll have to do now.

"Are you going upstairs?" she asked. "Your room looks nice, if you don't mind me saying already."

"Yeah. I'll go set the clock and whatnot." She tilted her head and smiled brightly.

"Norman already putting you to work?" she asked. I nodded. "Don't mind him, dear. He's worried about being beat on his first day as a gym leader. He was talking to his vigoroth the whole ride, you know."

"Is…" I started. "Is that why he was driving like a five year old?" Mom laughed nervously.

"Go on upstairs, Mew. I'll have a meal for you when you come back down." My stomach grumbled in reply. Mom gestured me off and turned to the water that was already boiling on the stove.

Before I stepped up the stairs, I felt the eyes of the machokes fall on me. I put my hand on the railing and turned to them. They stared, unblinking at me. I met each of their eyes before looking away and walking up the stairs. I've been stared at by pokemon before. It was no rare occurrence and a reason why I didn't want one of my own. They were all afraid of me for some reason. Some even escaped from their pokeballs to try and attack me. I had been attacked by so many pokemon as a child that when I turned ten I didn't sign up to become a trainer. Maybe I could become a doctor for humans. It wasn't in great demand, but it was something that had absolutely nothing to do with the abnormal creatures.

My name is Mew. That's right, like Mew the pokemon. You see, when I was born, my mom still hadn't picked out a name for me. Being as obsessed with pokemon as she was at the time, she decided to name me after a pokemon. She loved all of them, however, so it took her a few days to decide. She decided to name me after all of them. She named me Mew, who could transform into all of them. I'm a sixteen year old girl with bright light pink hair and purple eyes. Those colors are not the result of dyes or contacts. My mom told me I was born early so the doctor said it was completely natural. I am five foot four and weight about one-hundred and fifteen pounds. I was born and raised in Saffron City in the Kanto Region, but ever since that incident with Team Rocket and the Silph Corporation, Dad has been intent on moving us elsewhere. Three and a half years later, here we are.

I walked into my room and was splashed by a beam of water. I had to grab the railing to avoid being pushed back down the stairs. The spray stopped and I realized that there was a boy my age in my room. The mudkip at his feet was in a fighting stance, water dripping from his mouth.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" I shouted. "Mom, I told you to lock the god damn door! Pokemon trainers just walk in and do whatever they want!" She laughed from downstairs.

"What you labeling me for?" the boy asked. "You're a trainer, too." The boy looked about my age. He had black hair, but it was barely poking out from under his hat that gave the impression that he had white hair under a black and red headband. His outfit was a lot like the stock one I had been provided with when my father was accepted as a gym leader: black and red with pokeball imprints here and there. I touched my headband which I had tied into a neat bow to make sure it still looked good.

"No," I said quickly. "I'm not. And from the looks of it, you just started yourself." The boy smiled and picked up the mudkip in his arms. The creature was already glaring at me.

"I'm sorry. If I had known you didn't have a pokemon of your own, I wouldn't have attacked you. And I guess you could say I just started. I had a team of my own, but I battled with them so much I'm giving them a break and leaving them in the PC while I get started all over again."

"You really love battling," I admitted. "What kind of pokemon did you have before-" the mudkip yapped suddenly and started squirming in his arms. I backed away and reached into my pocket, where I kept a knife handy.

"Mudkip, what's wrong?" The boy lost a grip on his pokemon and it dropped to the floor, growling and trembling at my feet. I clasped the knife harder, ready to yank it out and use it when the mudkip stopped growling and started sniffing the shoes I had slipped on while going up the stairs. When he had gotten a noseful, he backed away and started prancing around my room. The boy's eyes glowed in my direction out of sudden interest. When I met his gaze, it had vanished. "Well, that was odd."

"It's not for me," I said. There was no doubt if the mudkip hadn't smelt my mom's scent on the shoes, it would've attacked me. I hesitantly released the knife in my pocket and drew my hand out from it. "Pokemon hate me. Every last one of them."

"Don't say that," he interrupted. "I'm sure there's some pokemon out there that loves you."

"I haven't met one. Anyways, what's your name?" The boy looked defeated, but switched the subject willingly.

"I'm Brendan Birch. You?"

"Mew."

"Mew?"

"Yes."

"Like… the pokemon?"

"Yeah. My mom really liked that pokemon back in Kanto." Brendans' face lit up at the word 'Kanto.'

"Oh, that's where you're from! Have you met Red?" I chuckled.

"I guess I might be asked that a lot here. No, I never met him. But when Silph went down, my dad talked to him for a short while. The guy was busy, like really busy. You can imagine why. Dad wouldn't let him around me, though. I was too young and Reds' pokemon were just monsters. They would kill me if they wanted to." Brendan put his hand on his chin and nodded.

"Interesting. That's pretty cool, Mew." His words made my face lift in a smile. I guess what dad said was right. There were a lot of nice people here. Maybe Brendan would be my first real friend. "Hey, I heard your mom wanted you to set your clock, so I set it for you." I noticed the clock on the wall was ticking with the exact time on it.

"Oh, thanks!" I pulled the bag off my shoulder and started unpacking my Wii U. Brendan's face lit up again. "You like this thing?"

"Oh, you have no idea," he said, his voice suddenly higher. "I'm saving up for one." He leaned down and began to help me set it up to the TV the machokes had already put in the room. As soon as I had finished the wiring, he pulled out all my games. "Pokemon, Pokemon, Pokemon," he read quietly. His eyes met mine, the question asked aloud.

"I…" I started. "I like playing the games."

"But, they're all out there, you know?" Brendan sat beside me after setting the games on a shelf. "You sure you don't want to go and try and catch one?"

"I can't. They all attack me. And when I do catch one, they end up running away or escaping." I sighed. "I'm, just not cut out to be a trainer." Brendan opened his mouth to comfort me, but an item in his pocket started ringing. He pulled out a phone-looking device and answered it. Right away, a frantic yelling consumed his ear. He had to hold it far from his head to avoid being deafened. I wasn't able to understand it, but Brendan seemed to catch on right away.

He slammed the device shut and grabbed my wrist. Before I had time to protest, he got on his feet and pulled me out of the room, down the stairs, and outside. I was stumbling to catch up.

"B-Brendan, where are we going?!" I shouted. I had barely spoken when I realized that we were on our way out of the city towards the tall grass. My heart dropped. "No, no, no, no! Please! If you take me there, I'll be killed!"

"Trust me, I know what I'm doing." He dragged me further until we were running in the tall grass that just tickled me chin. I closed my eyes and tucked my arms in close, trying my hardest to avoid being attacked by any wild pokemon. Luckily for me, I managed to emerge unscaved.

"Brendan! Help!" I opened my eyes. An older geezer with a beard and dark brown hair was pressed up against the trunk of a tree, three poochyena pinning him in place. "It's happening again! Quick! Battle them!"

"On it, pops!" Brendan shouted back. Before he even said the word, his mudkip was on the field and ready to battle. The pokemon tackled one of the dark-type pokemon, tossing it aside with a swift headbutt.

My knees started trembling. The other two poochyena had detected me and were now slowly creeping up on me, teeth bared. I backed away, reaching in my pocket to grab my knife. When I felt it brush my fingertips, I backed right into somebody. I was too panicked to fight as he gently took my hand from my pocket and placed a briefcase in my palm. I grabbed it and pulled away. When I turned back to face him, what I saw surprised me.

He was… gorgeous. He had light blue hair is beautiful disarray. His light green eyes were calm. They seemed to look right through mine. He was wearing a black suit with a blue zigzag running through it and a red tie under it. His black pants and dress shoes were without a smudge of dirt. He looked at me and gestured to the briefcase.

"It's the professors' bag," he explained. "In it you can choose from two pokemon. Your friend already picked the water one, so there's either grass or fire. It's up to you."

"Y-you don't understand!" I shouted. "Pokemon hate me! All of them!" I pushed the briefcase back at him. "I guarantee you all of them in here will be no different!" The guy raised a surprised eyebrow at me. Obviously he had never come across this snag before.

One of the poochyena raced forward and nipped at my hand. I screamed and pulled away. Blood started trickling down my arm. I grabbed at it, trying to restrict the blood flow. In the process of all this, I had dropped the bag and three pokeballs had fallen out. No, I was mistaken. Only two pokeballs had fallen out. The other was a master ball.

"What in the world?!" the gorgeous boy cried out. Professor Birch, who was once busy shouting at Brendan on how to use the mudkip, looked over towards us. When he saw that the contents of his case had spilled, his face turned devastated. He quickly recovered, however, and waved, urging me to look at him.

"Take the master ball!" he shouted. The gorgeous man and I stared at him in bewilderment. "Just do it! It's your destiny!"

I don't know what came over me. When the second poochyena dove for the master ball, I dove myself and snatched it before it could think to touch it. The dark pokemon instead latched onto my arm and started throwing its' head left and right, tearing my flesh to shreds.

"Whoever you are!" I shouted, tears streaming down my face. "I choose you!"

The master ball jumped from my hand and took to the air. When it was my height, it slowly began to open. A bright light consumed the entire outdoors. I felt it tanning my flesh. Even from behind closed eyelids my eyes were burning from the brilliance. The dark pokemon on my arm released my arm and left it in tatters. Yet, for some reason, I no longer felt any pain.

The light suddenly ceased. I opened my eyes. At first, I was scared to look at my arm, but forced myself to do it anyway. It was healed. Every scratch, every bit of meat that had been taken from me was back in place and flawlessly healed. Even the blood that had once soaked my arm was gone.

The poochyena howled and yelped. When the light had consumed them they must have been running around in circles, for when it finally cleared, they all looked around, confused and out of breath. They met eyes with each other, then turned to the pokemon that the master master ball had produced: a torchic.

"Torc!" the pokemon chirped. "Chic!"

For reasons unknown, the three poochyenas all yowled in alarm and started running away, their tails between their legs. The fire starter pokemon flapped her tiny wings and hopped after them with no intent to pursue, just to scare. As soon as they were gone, the bird turned back and met my eyes. I stared back. Oddly enough, I felt no urge to reach for my knife.

The bird stared at me for a short while. Then it slowly began to approach me. I stood there, watching its' every move with narrowed eyes. When it was at my feet, it gently pecked my shoes. I put my hand down for it to take a quick sniff of. When it had its' fill, it jumped up into my arms. I caught it right in time, surprised.

And right then, with its' giant head nuzzled up against my chest, I knew my dream had come true.

I was finally a pokemon trainer.

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