Chapter 1

Chapter 1

“And the winner is -” Virah turned off the TV and let her head slump against the back of her chair, the current circuit for this year's Johto League was about to end and that meant she only had 3 months left before she needed to go out into the world and start her own journey to become a Pokemon master.

Which she wanted to do because like any normal kid, Virah dreamt of making it big as a trainer and doing nothing but Pokemon battles for the rest of her life.

And the trainers on TV made it seem so easy; what with their well groomed and healthy Pokemon duking it out against those with the same state.

Virah didn't- never had the funds to get to that state.

She groaned.

‘That Kangaskhan was bigger than how they were normally seen in the wild,’

Taller by an extra 3 foot and wider by several margins.

That behemoth of a Pokemon was something of an exemplary example of its species, and had most likely been bred from parents that were just as, if not more healthier than their offspring.

Breeding; wheedling, baby making.

In her work- no, internship for the past year, Virah had seen Pokemon do that and more. She went as far as overseeing the process actually.

Virah wouldn't really call herself a voyeur, but well, it's part of the job- and as a breeder/move tutor/unpaid intern (she does get food, and... education, homeschooled- from the program this particular center ran, which wasn't connected to her job- and that was also before she passed the mock test to get into Trainer School.)

Anyhow, as an unpaid intern of the Pokemon Breeding Centre that had generously taken her in, it could be said that watching Pokemon... fornicate is rather normal. For her. Or something.

Well- it is normal, actually, but most of the time, Virah preferred watching her Beedrills simply fly away and lay eggs a few days later, since that at least didn't let her see two colossal Pokemon 4 times her size go at it in an attempt to dominate each other, destroying the daycare grounds they were oh so purposefully left on by their trainer/s in the process.

But speaking of her Beedrills- Virah got up and stretched, two hours of watching, studying, and learning from Pokemon battles took their toll on her joints and they popped like the explosive Forretress she had seen on TV a while back.

That had been a good move, or at least Virah thought so.

But sacrificing your own hazard setter at the start of the match in an attempt to take out your opponent's lead was a common enough tactic that the guy on the other side of the ring had practically expected it, so the Protect that followed after the Forretress’ Explosion hadn't really been a surprise.

Virah got out of the breakroom and into the sterile white halls of the Centre's incubation ward.

... and the people who say that were right.

Bug Types were, in fact, weak, and the ones who mostly took them in were children, or bug catchers, as most people called them. Virah had gotten such a title- and she was even gifted a bug net for her birthday last year. It was a rather useful tool for catching any prospective and powerful Weedle in the outskirts of some routes.

The title had stuck itself on her person like glue but she wasn't going to be like Bugsy- no, she wanted to be someone like Koga.

Poison types; that's the end goal for her.

Pokemon that, like bugs, were considered to be “useless” by most- as the preferred fighting style of most Kantonian and Johtonian trainers is to just go ahead and attack, - but that sort of reputation is far from the truth, as Poison types were useful defensively, and they can, given enough time, be able to win by stalling out the opposing team.

... assuming that they don't have Psychic Types, that is.

But Koga still makes do and wins despite that weakness so clearly, there's some merit to raising such Pokemon.

Virah believes so.

And these Weedles in front of her, the tiny, segmented, oranged colored little blobs waddling about like idiots, were the start of her journey.

And Weedles were short-lived yes, but most Bug Types are and yet, those who owned the most powerful of them had been with their respective Pokemon for years, and Koga and his Ariados had been fighting together for Decades.

“It's only a matter of training,” Virah reassured herself as she picked up a particularly large Weedle from the bunch, causing it to let out little squeaks but not flail around in hate. The Beedrills weren't here right now- and even if they were, they wouldn't bother to attack her, - so it was only her and their children.

And this one felt like something that would grow up to be a powerhouse so Virah, trusting her gut instinct- like hundreds of times before, - did a check up on the little insect, it's circularly segmented body parts were larger than even the heads of its siblings- no, his- his siblings, the little guy was a he.

Satisfied that the gender of the Beedrill was the one commonly associated with size and power for this particular species of Pokemon- and a few others too, she supposed, - Virah went on and proceeded to check on with the rest of the features and traits that make Pokemon into battlers.

His skin felt smooth and as hard as a black apricorn- the one commonly used to make Heavy Balls, - and the stinger on his forehead was sharp enough to puncture Virah's skin with just a light touch. The little stubs the Weedle called his feet were rubbery, and also tough, Virah poked them and felt resistance pushing back her finger.

She nodded and placed the little guy down; all those qualities determined a Pokemon's Health, Defense, Special Defense, Attack, and more importantly for Beedrills, Speed.

And the results of the check up were positive.

The Weedle passed the initial stage but Virah would have to test it out first if it was going to be another Beedrill meant to pass on its genes or her very first Pokemon.