I don't understand this world and all the pointless conflicts that happen all around me. Maybe its because I simply ignore the issues, life it self by walking on by or running if walking isn't simply enough. I stare at the red poke ball I hold in my hands that holds my Serperior, the mighty grass snake that helped me defeat many trainers and always been by my side no matter what happened that day. I wonder if becoming a trainer was truly what I was destine for, wondering if this is all my life is going to be. Training pokemon and watching them grow to become larger and more powerful is fun and all but it just seems like something important of my life is missing and I can't manage to grasp onto what it is. My mind whirls around the large blank spot in mind, wondering on what it could possibly be.
"Black, your pokemon are all healed," I heard the Nurse call. Yes, I am name after the color of the darkness, its not like I asked for it. Heck, I don't even like the name at all! Its so boring and kids from my past did mock me cause of my name, how mature of those block heads. Oh well, that was in the past and that's where I shall leave it to rot.
As soon as my hands made contact with the red poke balls my hands, without thought, put them where they belonged. I would tell you what they held and why they were in such condition but that wouldn't be any fun at all. As I put them back to where they belong my eyes travel across the little pokemon center. I couldn't make out what each person said but it was obvious everyone was chatting about Team Plasma and their "SET YOUR POKEMON FREE YOU MONSTERS" act. Team Plasma, I swear each time I entered a city they would be there, speaking about the freedom of pokemon and the stuff I really could careless about.
"They're at it again, speaking of Plasma." I jumped a couple inches to my right. I was so absorbed in the conversations going on I didn't notice the girl. Her hair was very long and chocolate brown much like my own and her eyes were a bright blue. She wore a hat with a pink poke ball and a pink rim. She wore a white T-Shirt with a black jacket with no sleeves and blue shorts. "I wish they would shut up about it honestly what about you?"
Why did it feel so warm all of a sudden? I again couldn't grasp why I felt shaky I had no reason to honestly act like this. "Y-yeah, they s-s-should just ignore those idiots." I bit my lip to make myself shut up, I never stuttered to anyone, not even the popular girls at pokemon school! Now why in the world did my mouth suddenly did not want to work? If my mom was here she would give the strange girl a pat on the back and say "HEY, YOU FINALLY MADE MY SON SHUT UP! GOOD FOR YOU!"
She smiled and nodded "I know right! Hey, what's your name? I'm White."
White and Black? Does this mean she is my yang? Or was it Yin and I was her Yang? Well, it didn't matter, I was just a stranger to her and I would always be. "I'm Black." I answered her, making her giggle. It was actually a pretty cute giggle, not one of those over done giggles that you hear from girls attempting to flirt with some guy they just meet.
Suddenly a guy bolted into the double doors of the center, I guess he ran a bit too fast for the doors to open because his body slammed into the glass window. Everyone had clamped their mouths shut by the sudden appearance I mean... crash. When the guy finally stumbled into the Pokemon Center he spoke "T-team Plasma! They're here!" Then he just dropped to the ground , his hands rested on his black hair as he tried to catch his breath.
"Are they causing trouble again?" Someone in the crowd whispered. The guy nodded. That's it, I had it! I'm going to walk over to this team and give them a piece of my mind, this is just ridiculous! They always forced trainers and all alike to release their pokemon for the pokemon's well being but honestly, if you let them go then you are trying to break that solid bond between humans and pokemon but Team Plasma wouldn't have any of it!
As I stormed off I heard the footsteps of White as she followed close behind me. I would say this isn't her issue but honestly, it was. They wanted to tear her pokemon away from her too not just me. "Are you here to back me up?" I asked smiling at the girl. I was starting to feel more comfortable as the time went on thankfully.
"No, you're being my back up!"
"Ha, I think not!" I reported as we exited out of the center. In front of us was a very large crowd and I would guess Team Plasma took their place in front of the crowd but I could only guess because I couldn't see over all those hats and big fat heads of strangers. We stopped behind the crowd, we heard the talk of the freedom non sense by the leader Ghetsis. "So, any plans? We can't just, you know, sweep in..." White ignored my comment and squeezed into the group making her way to the front and I quickly followed her. People mumbled what I was sure was rude comments about us for being rude as we pushed are way through them.
"All of you can't not simple understand what you are doing is wrong! You're hurting the pokemon! Now set the free!" Yelled Ghetsis with his group of grunts behind them which only two held flags that had their symbol of a shield on it.
"Hey what about you!" White growled finally breaking through the crowd of people that were now doubting themselves. "You have pokemon too and you never set them free!" I felt like I should tell her to calm the heck down but I didn't for I agree with her rash words.
The leader smiled at the young lady which made me wonder, was he hiding his rage behind it or did his smile actually mean something good? His robe covered his hold body, the sleeves even covered his hand which I could simply imagine them clenched in a tight fist. "Oh you have me all wrong young lady," he said nicely "I am friends with my pokemon, I never force them to do work for me like you, I never force them to fight one another much like yourself. How can you be so sure that your pokemon actually like doing what they do?" White's expression changed from flat out rage to bewilderment as she consider his words, were they actually true? Ghetsis's smile widen as he saw he had defeated White with his words of 'wisdom' he snapped his fingers and he and his team were off.
"You should I have backed me up!" White said with a bitter frown, I could see her crystal eyes watery. "That was completely embarrassing!" I crossed my arms and sighed and looked right at her with my brown eyes "I'm sorry White." I said simply. She turned, her back toward me and stalked off. Sorry isn't enough! It never is Black! I put on my hand on my head as a headache flooded my brain. It worsen in matter of seconds. What makes you think you know what's best for me?! You don't know now get lost, I don't want to ever see you again!
Ugh that voice, that bitter familiar voice I thought, I thought I had forgotten it but I guess I truly hadn't. I rose back to feet and put my hat back, that headache made me go all the way down to the concert floor that's how intense it was. "Hey, are you alright?" I turned ninety degrees to face a teenage boy around my age, he had the strangest hair color, kind of like Ghetsis, green hair and it was pretty length too. He wore a black and white hat too, oh god, white... His shirt was white too and his jeans were a tan color, a light green cube was connected to his jeans. "Uh yeah..." I mumbled and I started to run off to find White.