:: Chapter 1 ::
It was a warm summer day. A warm breeze danced across the fields of emerald green grass. The azure blue skies were beautiful and clear and seemed to go on forever. Shizumasa sat down on his front porch, playing a game of chess with his father. The house was a small old fashioned house that sat alone in the center of the fields on the outskirts of the city. It was a peaceful home with only one floor, which only had two rooms for the man and his son. A tall oak tree stood near the house, a simple rope holding a giant tire attached to one of it's sturdier branches. There was only one word to explain their home: comfort. Shizumasa looked at the chess board. Only a few of the pieces remained. The White had lost more of it's important pieces, while the Black had only lost alot of its less important pawns. Shizumasa clenched his knees tightly as he tried to think of every possible move that his father could make. Sadly, every time a strategy came to his mind another thought about his father's black pieces coming in his way. Crap. There's only one thing to do.
He thought as he stretched his hand out to move his Queen Piece. This piece had been originally protecting his King, but he had no other choice. His father had left a small opening for his King to be checked, and after that Shizumasa thought that he would be able to get Checkmate by moving and using his own King Piece.
Shizumasa moved his Queen to check his father's Black King, "Check."
"Ah, this is a rare occasion. You've checked me. Sadly, you're going to have to try again." his father chuckled. He then moved his Bishop Piece towards the other side of the board, "Checkmate." Shizumasa couldn't believe his eyes. As he looked down at the board he saw that his father had practically predicted every move that he had made throughout the game and that he set himself into the Checkmate.
"Man! I could never win!"
Shizumasa exclaimed as he fell back onto the hard wooden floor of their porch.
"Maybe one day you'll be able to beat the master." his father said playfully, standing up and going inside. "Loser puts that game away." he added before sliding the door shut behind him. Shizumasa sighed and sat up. He never beat his father, not once. Filled with the taste of defeat, he began to put the pieces and the board away (which he had come accustomed to doing). Shizumasa was a fourteen-year-old boy. He was tall for his age, standing at a height of five feet and eleven inches. A jungle of shaggy and messy locks of dirty blonde hair sat atop of his. His eyes were like two pools of glowing aura, being a magnifigant hazel color. From being out in the sun most of his life, his smooth skin had become lightly tanned. Shizumasa wore a thin white shirt and a pair of brown denim pants that were slightly short on him and only just made it over his ankles. Shizumasa's feet were bare, his shoes lost somewhere in the house. His physique was thin, yet well-toned and he had a relaxed aura about him.
Shizumasa stood up and brought the closed Chess Board into the living room. His father was sitting down on the single couch his eyes closed in concentration and his face in a deep and serious trance. Putting the Chess Game onto the coffee table, he began to look around for his shoes. "So is it the day?" his father asked, his eyes still closed in concentration.
"Yeah." Shizumasa replied.
"So you finally become a Pokémon Trainer of Maronasia then, eh?"
"Yeah, that's right."
"I'm proud of you son." his father opened his eyes and his face returned to his usually happy demeanor.
"Thanks." Shizumasa said, finally finding his shoes. They were a pair of simple brown tennis shoes.
His father stood up and walked over to his son, embracing him in a strong and warm hug. "I know you'll do well. Good luck." he said.
"Why are you sounding like I'm leaving on a long journey?" Shizumasa asked, returning the hug for a quick second and then stepping out of it. "I'll be back home by tonight."
"Well, you see..." his father seemed to find something hard in what he was trying to say.
"Don't tell me your leaving on another long mission again?" Shizumasa asked with anger ringing in the tone of his voice.
"It's not like I have a choice. I have to do what's best for the Empire of Maronasia. I'm needed." his father said sternly. His voice began to become more softer as he looked at his son with an almost begging expression, "I'll be back in two months. And you'll be busy, now that you're officially becoming a trainer!"
"I guess." Shizumasa said disappointedly.
"Well then, this is goodbye my son." His father opened his arms for a final hug. Shizumasa quietly gave his father a long and strong embrace. And with that his father walked out of the house and shut the door behind him. Shizumasa gave a long and deep sigh. He was hurt and emotions swelled up inside him, but he didn't cry. He simply took a seat on the sofa and let out another sigh. He had become use to his father leaving on a moment's notice, so over time the he learned to not let it get the best of him. Man, I can't let it get to me, at least, not today. In two hours I'll be a Pokémon Trainer, just like my father.
Shizumasa slipped on his shoes and put on a brown jacket as he also exited his house.
The Trainer's Academy was an enormous building made of white marble. Hundreds of stairs lead up to the great doors that were the entrance into the halls of greater education. Written in gold on a great archway read the words: Education Divine. Shizumasa made his way up the stairs, step by step. Hundreds of other kids his age also filed up the steps. Shizumasa's body shook with excitement the further he made his way towards the large wooden doors of the academy. He'd been waiting years for the day to come. Daydreams of being a Pokémon Trainer began to fill his thoughts and he slowly came to a halt. Who knew what kind of Pokémon he would begin with? A Bulbasaur maybe? A Leaf Pokémon who uses the raw power of nature itself to it's advantage. A Taillow? A Flying-Type Pokémon who's limit isn't even the sky. Or a Cyndaquil? A powerful Pokémon who can leave their enemies burning in their wake. Shizumasa's day dreams were cut short as someone pushed him out of their way and he was sent falling down the marble floors, landing at the base of the steps. His head had a bump on it and he sat up rubbing it tenderly. "Ow!"
"You know Shizun, you really are just a pathetic loser?"
The strong voice of a girl said with spite. Shizumasa looked behind him to see a girl. She was pretty to say the least. Long bubble gum pink hair flowed behind her like freshly woven silk and her eyes were a fiery red, matching the pouty and angry posture she carried about herself. The girl's skin was pale and gave her a beautiful glow. Shizumasa almost sighed at the small of cherry blossoms that the girl had.
"What's up Lenne? I knew it would be you, you evil witch."
Shizumasa greeted with sarcasm, which was returned with a kick to the face. He fell backwards grovelling in pain, "What the hell was that for!?"
"For being stupid."
Lenne replied. She extended a hand towards him. Taking it, she helped him up. "I can't believe you made it here."
Lenne moved a piece of her hair out of her face. "I saw you fall just now, you seemed kinda out of it. Are you okay?
"Yeah, I just can't wait to get my first Pokémon and start my life as a Trainer."
Shizumasa said, rubbing the bruise on the side of his that was in the shape of the toe of Lenne's shoe. The two made their way up the stairs and into the academy.