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"Well Dragonair's still cooler. She's shiny." Russel Grove's identical twin brother, Finn, said as Russel zipped up his sweatshirt. He was getting ready to leave.
"I don't care. Shiny Pokémon aren't that cool, anyways. And who do you think would win in a battle?" Russel replied, stroking Furret, who had settled into his pocket. Russel and Finn had both received Dratinis from a family friend for their 14th birthday. At first, Russel was extremely jealous that his brother had recieved a rare, shiny Pokémon while his Dratini was of average color. But, after a while, Russel developed a strong bond with his Pokémon and he began to train it. And now, at last, he something to rub in Finn's face. His Dragonair, for both brother's Pokémon had taken to their second evolution shortly after meeting their trainers, had evolved into its final stage of evolution. Dragonite.
Now Russel could go anywhere. On his Pokémon's back he planned to fly to other towns and take on their gyms. Maybe he'd participate in a few contests on the way, too. Maybe. "Why are you leaving?" Finn asked, his voice layered with sadness.
Russel sighed and turned to his brother. "I've planned this for a while now. I don't like it here, you know that. Pallet town is so... Uh. Generic. People think it's great 'cause of all the strong trainers that come from here but it's just..." his words trailed off once again. "I wanna see the world, not just Kanto, either. And I wanna catch more Pokémon--"
Finn cut him off. "You already have three Pokémon, that's a lot."
Russel sighed, he was tired of explaining this. "Furret's not technically mine..." It was true. Russel had met Furret back when he was just a Sentret. They had both taken a liking to each other but anytime Russel tried to capture the Pokémon in any kind of Pokéball it ran away. In a way, Furret was his Pokémon. He trained him, used him in battles sometimes... But, they were more like friends than partners. He always suspected Furret was afraid if he was captured he would lose his freedom. Whatever the reason, Furret didn't technically belong to him.
"Yeah, whatever. You still have more than I do."
That was true. Russel had Azumarill and Dragonite while Finn only had his Dragonair. "Eventually Dragonair will evolve and you can go out and catch more Pokémon. Maybe I'll see you sometime and we can battle."
Finn forced a smile. "Do you really have to go?"
Russel didn't answer. He wanted to leave now before his mom got home from work. He just wasn't sure how to say goodbye to her, or if she'd approve of him leaving. Naturally, he had left her a letter on her bed. He had even sent a copy to both her work E-mail and her personal E-mail adresses. "Goodbye, Finn." Russel said as he shut the door and stepped out into the cold, dark Pallet Town air.
"Dragonite," Russel said, shivering slightly as he expanded Dragonite's Pokéball and aimed it towards the ground. Once the white light had taken the form of his Dragon-type, the Pokémon looked to its trainer. It gave a tired growl-yawn and nudged up against Russel, nearly sending him to the ground. "Hey..." Russel said, smiling and petting Dragonite's head. He thought he heard a car in the distance, possibly his mother coming back from work, so he quickly mounted the Pokémon. "Hang on tight," He whispered to Furret, who was crouching as low as he was and nibbling on his hair. "it's a long way to Mount Moon."
"Well Dragonair's still cooler. She's shiny." Russel Grove's identical twin brother, Finn, said as Russel zipped up his sweatshirt. He was getting ready to leave.
"I don't care. Shiny Pokémon aren't that cool, anyways. And who do you think would win in a battle?" Russel replied, stroking Furret, who had settled into his pocket. Russel and Finn had both received Dratinis from a family friend for their 14th birthday. At first, Russel was extremely jealous that his brother had recieved a rare, shiny Pokémon while his Dratini was of average color. But, after a while, Russel developed a strong bond with his Pokémon and he began to train it. And now, at last, he something to rub in Finn's face. His Dragonair, for both brother's Pokémon had taken to their second evolution shortly after meeting their trainers, had evolved into its final stage of evolution. Dragonite.
Now Russel could go anywhere. On his Pokémon's back he planned to fly to other towns and take on their gyms. Maybe he'd participate in a few contests on the way, too. Maybe. "Why are you leaving?" Finn asked, his voice layered with sadness.
Russel sighed and turned to his brother. "I've planned this for a while now. I don't like it here, you know that. Pallet town is so... Uh. Generic. People think it's great 'cause of all the strong trainers that come from here but it's just..." his words trailed off once again. "I wanna see the world, not just Kanto, either. And I wanna catch more Pokémon--"
Finn cut him off. "You already have three Pokémon, that's a lot."
Russel sighed, he was tired of explaining this. "Furret's not technically mine..." It was true. Russel had met Furret back when he was just a Sentret. They had both taken a liking to each other but anytime Russel tried to capture the Pokémon in any kind of Pokéball it ran away. In a way, Furret was his Pokémon. He trained him, used him in battles sometimes... But, they were more like friends than partners. He always suspected Furret was afraid if he was captured he would lose his freedom. Whatever the reason, Furret didn't technically belong to him.
"Yeah, whatever. You still have more than I do."
That was true. Russel had Azumarill and Dragonite while Finn only had his Dragonair. "Eventually Dragonair will evolve and you can go out and catch more Pokémon. Maybe I'll see you sometime and we can battle."
Finn forced a smile. "Do you really have to go?"
Russel didn't answer. He wanted to leave now before his mom got home from work. He just wasn't sure how to say goodbye to her, or if she'd approve of him leaving. Naturally, he had left her a letter on her bed. He had even sent a copy to both her work E-mail and her personal E-mail adresses. "Goodbye, Finn." Russel said as he shut the door and stepped out into the cold, dark Pallet Town air.
"Dragonite," Russel said, shivering slightly as he expanded Dragonite's Pokéball and aimed it towards the ground. Once the white light had taken the form of his Dragon-type, the Pokémon looked to its trainer. It gave a tired growl-yawn and nudged up against Russel, nearly sending him to the ground. "Hey..." Russel said, smiling and petting Dragonite's head. He thought he heard a car in the distance, possibly his mother coming back from work, so he quickly mounted the Pokémon. "Hang on tight," He whispered to Furret, who was crouching as low as he was and nibbling on his hair. "it's a long way to Mount Moon."
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