Pokemon Trainer Vicky (Pokemon SI)

Stories

### Chapter 1: Chapter 1

Welcome to the world of Pokemon.

I couldn’t help but think this as my class once more erupted into an argument that would inevitably lead to a fight.

Being in the equivalent to an elementary school class was… new. I mean, I had done it before, but having adult brain in child body led to an interesting perspective.

First thing you should know. Kids are dumb. They don’t get basic stuff like “Ivy, Kiba is picking on you because he thinks you are cute. If you want to mess with him just kiss him on the cheek or something.”

No, that hadn’t gone well. Ivy thought I was gross. And Kiba had thrown some absolute shitstorm tantrum at me ‘telling.’

Kids.

But here I was listening to a teacher talk about… Pokemon. Of course it was Pokemon. Sure we still did math, and reading, but we also had a class on survival and pokemon husbandry.

Because everyone was basically expected to leave home at around 10 and go on a journey.

Not everyone did. And it wasn’t required, but almost everyone at least tried. Sure, the amount of kids coming home that first night in tears wanting their parents was…

Common. Very very common. I had seen it myself, staying up late the night of the Journeys.

“Vicky. Stop spacing out. You are on my team to take care of Tauros!” I glance up. Ivy was poking me with a pencil.

The brat.

“Stop poking me.” I said as I rose up to follow the rest of the class ignoring Ivys huff of irritation as she ended up following me out to the pens.

Viridian City.

I always got a bit of amusement at the fact this is where I lived now. The Kanto Region. It was where my connection with Pokemon began.

Even if it was completely different. Pokedex? Yeah they have those. They are a book full of basic information. Half of which is wrong. Trust me I read through it.

Some of the people that I knew from the games, anime and manga, were alive, but nothing like they were in them. The broad strokes were about right, but that was it. Lance was the Kanto Champion, but I was pretty sure he wasn’t secretly part of Team Rocket.

So best timeline?

Anyway. It was surprisingly peaceful right now. Sure wars happened. There had been a war between Johto and Kanto a decade back, but it had been short. Peace had been restored, and the two countries were now working together.

Pokemon ate pokemon… And humans if they were hungry enough. The whole don’t go into tall grass isn’t quite right, because a lot of pokemon didn’t live in tall grass. But not going without your own Pokemon for protection was real.

Which is why we all had classes on how to interact with Pokemon. The school we went to had a barn out back with a large field, where the teachers would release a few Pokemon during these lessons. Learning about different types. How to feed, and interact with them.

“Hey Tauros.” I tell the big guy as I walk up to him. His huffing snort as he paced around told me today he was going to pretend to be difficult. The teachers all had their Pokemon act differently each time we interacted with them.

It was actually pretty smart.

“Vicky! Tauros is using a threat display! Stop walking up to him!” Ivy whispered tugging at my shirt.

And then suddenly Tauros was moo-calling. Because I had just pulled out a Sitrus berry out of my backpack. Poor Tauros had a hankering for Sitrus berries. I had picked this one on my way to school this morning knowing that I would be assigned Tauros. Adult brain being able to track basic stuff like when I get assigned to each Pokemon was pretty easy.

“Here you go buddy. I know you're supposed to be difficult, but you deserve a reward today.” I whisper to him secretly earning me a happy call of his name as he started chowing down. “Go on Ivy, you need to check him out right?”

“Ugh! Vicky! That’s cheating, we are supposed to deal with Tauros when he is being difficult!”

“Offering a Pokemon their favorite Berry is a good way to calm them.” A voice called out and Ivy jerked as Mrs. Hikaru mentioned from behind me. “Although I do believe we had this conversation last time Victoria.”

“Ughh. But I don't want to fight Tauros today!” I whined out. “You know he enjoys pushing everyone in the mud.” I whine to her. The fact Tauros was Mrs. Hikaru’s pokemon meant it was on her orders that he often left the children covered in mud on their way home.

The womans smile would be almost sadistic for a moment. “It is part of the class Victoria.”

“Well solving problems is part of what we learn here.” I cut back, but it seems my backtalk hadn’t worked.

“I will have a note for your mother after class Victoria.”

“Ugh!” I grunted as I let Tauros finish his berry, I pulled out the brush from Ivys hand that we were meant to use to comb his fur down, and check for injuries. A common issue that trainers needed to do.

“You messed up Vicky!”

“Not really. My solution was fine. Mrs Hikaru just doesn’t like me being mouthy. C’mon Tauros lets go near the pond. We will need to clean the mud off ya… And don’t even look at me like that!” I push the Pokemon that was giving me an evil eye. “Not if you want any more Sitrus berries…” I leave off tempting and suddenly he was happy to follow along without a problem. Leaving Ivy whining at me for not doing it ‘right’ sure Ivy because being thrown into the mud by a bull is the right path.

Hauling the happy to follow Pokemon across the enclosure to the muddy pond to get some water I was actually surprised to see a bunch of kids already there.

“Ivy. Keep an eye on Tauros okay?” I tell her, because Tauros would happily run off if we let him just to give us trouble. It was his job and much like his trainer he was a sadist.

“What, Vicky! Stop running off we have a… She isn’t listening.”

I ignored Ivy as I rushed up to the pond, there was a crowd of three boys and between their laughter, and the fact they were throwing rocks at something?

“VICKY JUSTICE KICK!” I roar out as I sparta kick Kiba in the back sending him yelping into the muddy pond. “You two!” I yell out pointing at the other two boys.

“Shit it’s Vicky!”

“Dammit Vicky! Stop kicking us in the pond!”

“Stop being assholes!” I cry out ready to engage in mortal combat with the two other boys when I notice Kiba was having problems.

Oh… “HAHAH Kiba you idiot! Why would you mess with a water Pokemon and then get in the water moron!” I burst into laughter a pointed at Kiba as he struggled in the water.

“YOU BITCH! You kicked me in here! Help! Get this thing away from me!” He cried out as a Feebas that they had obviously been messing with continued to batter the boy with Tackles. The fish was getting its revenge.

I broke out into chortles loving the revenge I was seeing, but well…

Feebas didn’t much like my laughter. A moment later a fish slapped me off my feet and into the mud. Kiba finally managed to run away, and I decided to just learn how to breath again for a few minutes.

A face arced over me. A Tauros joining it a moment later. Ivys green hair thankfully blocking the sun from my eyes. “That was dumb.”

“V-victory is mi-ine.” I wheezed aloud. The splashing of the pond telling me the Feebas was still around.

—--

I was thankfully no longer squelching as I reached home. Although I was coated in mud still. I sighed taking off my shoes and letting them squelch outside the door. Mama would kill me if I walked inside.

“Mama! I’m home… Also I need a towel.” I call out waiting a moment for her to turn the corner.

She looked like me, but made tall. Blonde hair the color of golden wheat, and blue eyes. Although she was pretty short, which made me dread my eventual max height.

“Vicky… Why are you coated in mud?” Mama called as she came out of the kitchen. A towel in her hands. Shoulders falling I reached into my backpack and pulled out the note Mrs. Hikaru had given me. “I found a Feebas. Tackle hurts. Also Mrs. Hikaru wanted me to give you this.”

“Victoria Ferrous.” I winced. Full name. Not good. “I told you not to cause any trouble for your teachers! This is three times this month they have sent home notes!”

“Sorry Mama. It was my fault. I got mouthy, instead of just staying quiet.” I answered truthfully, which always seemed to make my Mama a little disgruntled, probably happy that I wasn’t always trying to hide my troublemaking. But having me say it outright was probably irritating.

“Grounded. For a week.”

I sighed. Not too bad, but it could be worse. I mean this was a world where no kid was an indoor kid so it really was seen as a punishment. And it sorta was. Sure I had a computer, but well… The Internet and games weren’t nearly as popular here.

“Yes Mama… Oh wait.” I argue. “I need this afternoon first.” I tell her remembering that I still had something to do.

“Vicky. You are grounded.” Mama spoke simply without a hint of give.

I blink. Oh right. Kid thing. It was really weird to remember having full control of your schedule then become a kid again.

“Mam-” I stop myself. Whining wouldn’t help. “Sorry Mama. Can I explain what I need to do first? This is important.”

Although I got in trouble a lot, my ability to actually reason as an adult earned me an absolute ton of brownie points. Let me tell you having an eight year old that does her own laundry and chores and stuff as casually as I do, was something my parents both teased their friends about.

“You have one minute.” She tells me holding up a finger.

“The Feebas, that got me all muddy. He is stuck in the pond on the school field. I’m gonna move him to our pond so the kids don’t keep messing with him… Her? I don’t actually know. How do you tell the difference between male and female Feebas?”

“I don’t think there is one, or no one cares. Vicky. It’s a Feebas. They are… Well they live everywhere. We had this talk about Magikarp.”

“Don’t talk shi–stuff about Magikarp.” I argue instantly. My homeboy Magikarp is the MVP.

“Vicky…”

“Right. Sorry no cursing. But please! Feebas is a good Pokemon Mama. They are super cool, you know?”

“Feebas are bottom feeders Vicky. They literally survive on pond gunk.”

“Which is why they are good for ponds. Ours is getting pretty nasty. Feebas would love it.” I argue with a smile already feeling it going my way.

“Didn’t you say it attacked you? I don’t want a dangerous Pokemon in our pond… Or you messing with it.”

“He was being harassed by a bunch of kids, and.. Well I was laughing at Kiba when I kicked him in the pond, so I think he thought I was laughing at him?”

“You kicked Kiba into the pond?”

Blinking realizing that I had actually gotten away with that, after everything. Mrs. Hikaru had been more interested in making sure we weren’t going to be attacked by the Feebas more than what had caused it.

“He deserved it. He was throwing rocks at Feebas. So I kicked him in. Leveled the playing field. The Feebas got a few tackles in. It was even.”

“Victoria! We do not condone wild Pokemon attacking people!”

“Even when they threw rocks at the Pokemon first?” I asked my ability to see things as an adult meant I could see my mother restrain herself from agreeing with me.

“Even then.”

“Right. Sorry. I’ll not do that again… Can I go help the Feebas now? Twenty minutes tops. I just need to get a bucket. And maybe some berries?”

My mother exhaled. Her hand pressing against the bridge of her nose as she considered it. I smiled. Although wiped it off my face before she could see it. No reason to seem smug, smug changed parents' minds.

“Fine, but! But. You do not get in that pond, or near the Feebas if it is showing any aggression. And Take Meowth with you.”

“Aww Mama, not Meowth, he is such a massive pain- friendly Pokemon that I love and adore.” I instantly change my complaint as the Pokemon in question walks into the hall. Meowth was Mama’s Pokemon, he was old. Grumpy, and a cat. So he basically was the biggest downer of all time.

He literally ate a pidgey I was playing with infront of me before. Whole. Feathers and all.

“Meowth.” He greeted me casually walking over and looking like he was about to jump on my shoulders for a free ride before suddenly veering off. I snickered I was still covered in mud.

“Meows? Watch Vicky for me? She is going to go help a Feebas, don’t eat it dear, I don’t want to consider where it has been. Just make sure it doesn’t drown her.”

“Meow.” He offered with a sigh as the cat stretched.

“Great. One sec, I need my bucket.” I order as I hurry up the stairs wincing at my mothers yell not to leave mud on the floors.

I was gonna be scrubbing the floors tonight. Dangit.

With my bucket in hand, and still in muddy clothes I raced back outside, Meowth, the absolute asshole he was, had decided since he couldn’t ride on my shoulders. The Bucket would do, so I was forced to haul his fat lazy butt back to the school field.

“Stupid cat.” I moan as I put the bucket down my arms aching. Seriously I was already tired, and now I would have to haul a bucket of Water filled with fish back home too.

Stupid cat.

Especially when I remembered Feebas were like 15-16 pounds.

“Alright Meows, stay here okay? Only help if I’m drowning or something.”

“Meo-Meowth!” I looked at the cat that was looking at me giving me a specific sort of look. One I had grown used to recognizing since Meowth was an asshole.

“If I fall in, I’m on my own to you huh.”

“Meowth.”

“Really? You are gonna do me like that? What would Mama say?”

That earned a moments consideration before he seemed to look around the field and shrugged. “Meowth.”

“Wow. You would just run off huh. Well I’ll remember that next time You need me to clean up a hairball in order for Mama to not change your dinner. The Hairball food is super gross right? Well well well.” I taunt as I step away earning a hiss for my trouble.

I guess this is what I get for taking Mama’s meowth. The alley cat… Literally that is where Mama found him, still had that sort of arrogant swagger of a trainer pokemon, alongside the cat pride.

He was a pain in the ass. Nice to cuddle on cold days though.

Ignoring my cat I walked up to the water. “Hey Feebas. You still in there?”

A long moment nothing happened, and I sighed. Maybe he had already jumped out of the pond back to the river? Sure it was a long trip, but… Feebas. They were river fish, and they were hardy as fuck. If Magikarp were tough because of stupid. Feebas were tough because just nothing stopped them.

I grabbed a Cheri Berry from my backpack, one I had grabbed a few off a tree on my way over and pulled it apart, letting the juice drip down my hands into the water. “Hey Feebas. You want a Berry? I just want to talk okay? I’m not the jerks that threw rocks at you.”

I waited a while, letting the juice drip before poking half of the Berry into the water. A moment later it was scooped right out of my fingers by a hungry fish.

“There you a-Pffft!” I spit the nasty pond water out of my mouth. The Fish had spun back into the pond and kicked up water into my face.

“Okay.” I licked the other Cheri Berry letting the taste wash away pond water. “Listen I have more Berrys for you. Here is the deal okay? I want to move you to another pond. It’s one at my home. It’s bigger than this one, and it feeds our Berry farm. So lots of overripe berries fall into the water. There isn’t any other water pokemon there. Think about it. You can hang out. No more kids throwing rocks, or big pokemon like the Tauros drinking your water, and all the berrys you can eat. How about it?”

Slowly the Feebas rose up until his mouth was mostly out of the pond. “Feeeeb.” I offered the other half of the berry which quickly disappeared from my fingers. I reached into my bag and grabbed a few more. Which earned me an interested look from the fish.

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“I didn’t really understand that one buddy. Here have another Cheri.”

He gulped that one down and seemed quite happy at his treat before once again. “Feeeb. Feebas.”

Understanding Pokemon wasn’t a science, and no one could just ‘speak’ to them like Yellow from the Manga. I had looked. But people could pretty easily understand a pokemon they had been around for a while.