This is a short 3-part mini-fic I wrote to introduce my new PRP character for Unova. I was originally going to post this when there was a suitable RP to debut him in, but as the PRP board is kinda dead right now that probably isn't going to happen anytime soon ^^; So I'm posting this now just because I can. All three parts are finished so save your comments until I post everything. A New Beginning Part 1: The Boy From Castelia City: Shiro Yukimura This waiting was killing me! It had already been a week since I graduated from North Middle School, but rather than enjoy my summer like the rest of the kids in my class, I was at home waiting for my summer, no, my future to begin. My parents and I had a deal. If I got straight A’s on my report card for my eighth grade year, they would let me become a Pokémon Trainer. I had lived up to my end of the bargain; I studied hard to get A’s in all my classes. Not only that, but I had also taken Prof. Juniper’s online classes on how to be a Pokémon Trainer. She is the leading authority of Pokémon in the Unova region and won’t give anyone a starter until they prove they won’t be a threat to themselves, other people, or Pokémon. Since I lived in Castelia City, taking actual lecture courses with her was a no-can-do as she lived in Nuvema Town. Besides, online classes were easier for me to fit in my schedule since I could do them at my own pace as long as I submitted my homework and tests on time. Needless to say, this had been a very busy and stressful year for me. It definitely counted as the most difficult of my fourteen years of life. As soon as I had shown my report card to my parents and gotten the okay from them, I emailed Prof. Juniper to tell her that I was ready to become a trainer. I had passed all my Trainer exams the week before graduation so finishing school was the last task that needed to be cleared. Prof. Juniper had gotten back to me and said she was glad to hear everything had worked out and that she was sending me my first Pokémon and a few tools of the trade that would be helpful to an up-and-coming Trainer. The only thing I could do now was wait, and it was killing me! “Shiro. Will you take us out for ice cream?” asked my youngest brother Touya. He’s seven and looks a lot like I did at that age only he has our father’s brown eyes while I have Mom’s blue eyes and he has our mother’s light brown hair that he keeps cut short while my hair is a medium shade of brown from mixing my Mom’s and my Dad’s dark brown hair together. I keep my hair at a medium length, long enough to cover my huge ears. I hate how my ears seem to be so ridiculously huge! Also, I can never keep my hair laying straight. No matter how much I comb it, my hair is always ends up a mess. “You just ate Touya. Besides, none of the ice cream places around here even compare to a Casteliacone and that’s all the way on the other side of town.” chided my other younger brother Masaru. He had just turned eleven and was already turning up the angst with it. He closely resembled our father having short dark brown hair, brown eyes, and thick eyebrows. “That’s nonsense Masaru. People travel from all over Unova for a Casteliacone. Surely you can walk a few miles.” my Grandpa, Roshi, told him. Grandpa was my father’s father making him a Yukimura like the rest of us. He still had a full head of white hair and had hazel eyes behind his thick glasses. His wrinkled face was the tell-tale sign of someone with years of experience and wisdom. He had come to live with us nine years ago after the death of my Grandma. Grandpa said his old house was just too big for one old man to live in by himself. The five of us lived in a small suburban community in the north of the Third District of Castelia City. We had a decent sized house so we had plenty of room to spare for a sixth person. My mom, Saya, was a prosecution lawyer and my Dad, Kyoshiro, was the CEO of a computer company so my family is pretty well off. It was because of Grandpa that I even got into to Pokémon in the first place. He was never a trainer, but had been a lifelong fan. When I was a kid we always watched the annual Unova League Tournament and other broadcast tournaments together. I got really excited watching a man named Alder win the tournament and then go on to challenge and beat the Elite Four becoming the first Champion Unova had had in a long time. Unfortunately, I heard one of Alder’s Pokémon had died and that Alder has been missing ever since. I wondered where he was now. I highly doubted he’d ever come to Castelia City though. Right now I was sitting in the kitchen with my brothers and Grandpa. Grandpa wasn’t much of a cook so while my parents were at work we just had sandwiches for lunch. Apparently that wasn’t enough for Touya who now was ready for dessert. Two ham and cheese sandwiches weren’t exactly filling for me either. “Shiro, how about I give you and your brothers some money and you guys go out to Casteliacone? If your Pokémon comes while you’re out I’ll grab it for ya and have it here ready and waiting for ya.” proposed Grandpa. “Now how can I say no to a Casteliacone?” I said with a smile. “Alright boys, let’s go get some ice cream! We better hurry before they sell out!” I said excitedly. “Yay!” Touya cheered happily. “Let’s see… the cones are, what, a hundred credits a piece now?” Grandpa mumbled flipping through his wallet. “Well here’s 500. Bring me back the change now.” he said handing me a 500 credit bill. “Understood!” I affirmed taking the money and stuffing it into the front pocket of my dark blue jeans. In anticipation for my career, I was wearing what would be my Trainer’s clothes: dark blue jeans, sturdy white running shoes, black and white checkered wrist warmers, and a dark purple T-shirt. I also had a forest green windbreaker, but that was only for when it got cold. Let’sgolet’sgolet’sgo!” screamed Touya in one breath literally jumping out of his chair. “Chill out kid. Chances are they’ll be sold out by the time we get there anyway. They always seem to be.” Masaru chastised. “Quit being so negative Boy.” Grandpa scolded. I got up from the table and led my brother’s to the front door. “Make sure you tell me right away if my Pokémon comes today.” I told Grandpa before leaving. He only laughed and waved us out. “What? It’s not like Grandpa will keep that a secret from you. Unlike Mom and Dad, he actually approved of you becoming a Trainer.” Masaru pointed out. And he was right. My parents hated the idea of me becoming some “vagabond slacker” and not living up to my potential. They wanted me to be like them and get some high paying, high profile job. That was why we had the deal about me getting straight A’s all throughout eighth grade in the first place. It was so I could prove to them that I was capable of being a Trainer and maybe one day some kind of business man too. I even used the employees at the Battle Company as an example in my defense. Business people who were also Trainers. When I fulfilled my end of the bargain they reluctantly agreed to allow me to become a Trainer. “I know Grandpa will lookout for me. I’m just so excited I can’t take it!” I told him. “You’ll come home sometimes, right Shiro?” Touya asked with a bit of concern. “Of course I will. I may go far away, all throughout Unova, but I’ll always stop by if I’m close to Castelia.” I told him to make him feel better. To a seven-year-old, the world was a big mysterious place. I know I never had any geography classes in first grade. “That’s good.” he said sounding relieved that I wouldn’t be gone forever. “That’s right. Besides, there’s that girl here he likes.” teased Masaru. “Wh-what girl? I don’t like any particular girl.” I said defensively getting flustered. Ok, so there was a girl that went to North Middle School that I have a crush on, but how does he know about her? “Oh? What about--” “Shut up Masaru!” I yelled trying to put my hand over his mouth. He resisted and laughed at how I unwittingly proved his point. “Yeah! Why would Shiro like girls anyway? They have cooties!” said Touya disgustedly. So naïve. He’ll understand in a few years. While we walked to Mode Street where Casteliacone was located, we passed by two weirdoes dressed in chainmail and armor. Why were those people dressed like Knight Templar anyway? Was there some kind of a Medieval Convention in town? That was the only explanation I could think of for why people would willing wear that kind of stuff in May. Or at all really. “Who are those guys?” inquired Touya in wonder. “A bunch of idiots without fashion sense.” said Masaru condescendingly. “Careful, they might hear you.” I scolded. “But yeah, I agree that those guys are kinda freaky.” I whispered. As usual, the line for Casteliacone was insanely long when we got there. Everyone loved the soft texture and fresh vanilla flavor that made Casteliacone the best ice cream in all of Unova. After almost half an hour of waiting it was finally our turn. “Three Casteliacones.” I ordered at the counter. “Aren’t you boys lucky. We only have three cones left. That will be 300c.” the girl working the stand informed getting our desserts ready. I got out the 500c Grandpa gave me and traded it to her in exchange for the cones. In the time it took me to give my brothers their ice creams, the girl had my change ready. “Thanks.” I said taking the money. “Have a good day you three.” she said flipping the ‘Open’ sign to ‘Closed’. The people behind us were justifiably upset about Casteliacone being sold out. We had to sit on a near by bench to eat our ice cream as Touya was still to young to have figured out eating ice cream and walking at the same time. Considering we were sitting and he was still making a mess I say it was a smart decision. When we finally got home, I almost fainted from sheer joy. Grandpa was sitting on the sofa near the front door with a big box on his lap and a proud grin on his face. I didn’t need to read the shipping label on the box to know what it was, nor did I need to hear what Grandpa said next. “The time has come Shiro. This box’ll cost ya 200c.” the old man offered grinning.