Falling For Seashells
By Durjacht


This is not my first fanfic, because the first one I wrote, I felt was, uh,
bad. So this should actually be “Falling For Seashells 2”, which in its own
special way is even weirder than “Falling For Seashells”. But if I made it a
Part 2, it would confuse people. But someday, I might post the first one,
and call it something like “Falling For Seashell’s Prologue’s Prologue”.
(laughing evilly) say that 5 times fast. Actually, it’s not that hard, so don’t
be chicken. Oh, and even if it’s not finished, I’ll put Part 1 up soon. Soon as
in a month soon. Or sooner.
anyway, here’s my fanfic. (*end of author’s note.... OR IS IT????*) no, it
isnt. Sorry to all you people who put the time and place every once in a
while, as I did on the Prologue, I’m not trying to copy or anything. Thanx,
Durjacht (*)

Prologue

4:50am, route 103
The sign read: Route 103, Finneker Town-Strawciter City. I
wasn’t coming from Finneker sown (thank goodness), but Arces
Town, in the east, which was famous for its berry trees. There
was a professor there, but sh was more interested in the berries
that anything else. In fact, she had created many different types of
berries, like the Wild berry, Bubble berry, (which sold especially
well) Vita Berry, the Prof. Chime berry, and even more. My
parents (gardeners) happened to be very good friends with her,
so I got 20 Wild berries, 50 Bubble berries, 20 Vita berries, and 10
P-Chime (short for Professor Chime) berries. They were very
useful, but I’m not sure she has all the kinks worked out of her
berries. For instance, the first time she tried out her Bubble
berries on a poor fellow named Sam, well... you put a bubble
berry in your mouth, and you can breathe for 5 minutes, under
water or in bad smoke, whatever, but she hadnt quite gotten the
crossover from berry to bubble, and though, Prof. Chime said it
was delicious, it didn’t help poor Sam underwater. Even my first
aid kit was full uf Choke berries, full of sweet-smelling,
compressed air that would help anyone, uh, choking. Oh, joy. I
yawned a couple times, then sat by a Chime tree to obsere my
green Poke’ball. I am Sauve Bencciwa (pronounced Ben-shwa).
My first name comes from an odd black flower that seems to live
particularl well in very dark places.
........
Anyway, I’m 14, mediem sized with really short, light brown hair
and pale blue eyes. Except for my eyes, I wasn’t thrilled with my
looks. And if my hair were long, I’d probably look like any other
average girl that ever lived. It was my personality that sent people
shrieking from my house. No, I don’t have a temper, no, I’m not
sickeningly sweet. I’m just a calm, sarcastic individual. And I like
to argue. Actually, I like the sound of ‘Sauve’, I really do. The
‘dark places’ thing just sounds weird. So here I sit, Sauve
Bincciwa, fumbling with a green Poke’ball at 5 in the morning.
Before I open it, I will tell you about how I got it. Don’t worry, it’s
not TOO long. Well, I was sitting on a dock near Arces, on route
99, which is always pretty busy. Since the weather was rather
dreary, I decided to watch the people instead of the ocean. One
guy in particular interested my, most likely because we looked so
much alike. He was also selling something. “Fore Stone!! I know
how to get it! Come over here and get’cher Fore Stone!” So I
thought, no wonder everyone’s ignoring him! Most people have
never heard of the Fore stone, and the ones who have just
assume he’s stupid. Me, well, I was a bit curious, so I crossed the
crowd without too much difficulty and asked him about it. “Jarren”,
as I later found out, was taller that I had expected, about 4 inches
taller than me. Maybe a year older. So he says, “Well, what I’ve
got here will cost a pretty penny, but I can guarantee it’ll getcha
there!” “hm?” I said expectantly. “Only 9,999,000.$!!” I wasn’t
surprised. My family was far from poor, but not quite rich. Since
I’m not the type to go out and spend every single penny I can find
on clothes, I save it. But there was really no need for an
allowance anyway, since I asked for reasonable things that my
parents woud buy for me.
“What exactly am I paying for?”
“Well-I can’t tell you. But, uh, how about you give my one quarter
of the money now, and the rest later?”
This I had to think about. It was very suspicious, but not really the
type of deal a crook would make.
“sold”
I know, it was stupid, but my curiosity got the better of me. So
then he grins, and hands over the green Poke’ball.
“Okay, here’s what ya gotta do. On route 103, go by a Chime tree,
and open this. After that, you can open it anywhere you want, but
for the first time, open it there. I’ll be here when you get back,
okay? Have a nice trip!” and he ran off into the crowd.
And here I am. Now, I already have a Poke’mon, but unlike most
blockhead trainers, I stayedat home to get to know him first. So, 5
days after I got the Poke’ball, here I am. I sighed and took out my
gold-plated Poke’ball. Out popped a Squirtle, in all its weak glory.
I wasnt excited about setting this thing up against the Elite four,
but after a while, I grew to love him. And I knew he’d be loyal, so
that part turned out well. I picked up the mysterious green ball
again. “What’s that?” asked Bianu (Squirtle).
“Let’s find out,”I whispered, and tossed the ball onto the grass
trail.

(*more suffering*) hi!! It’s me again.. NEVER BUY MICROSOFT
WORKS, IT SUCKS!!!!!!!!! I DIDNT EVEN REALIZE IT UNTIL I
WROTE THIS THING!!! MAAAN!!!! okay. Oh, yeah, and Pokemon
does NOT BELONG TO ME, IT BELONGS TO MY COUSIN
JANE!!!!! (naw, just kidding) and, uh, Sauve belongs to me,
whatever inside the green Poke’ball belongs to me
(BWAHAHAHAHAHAAAA) or not. Yeah, I know what’s in it , so
keep reading! Part one (remember, this is just the Prologue) is
coming soooon!! Hopefully, anyway. My thanks to everybody
reading. Oh, one more thing... WRITE TO ME!!!!  I have a weird
email address, too.

seiyamanchan@aol.com

ya. Flames, advice, there’s room for a romance!! Write your
preferences, and remember, QUANTITY OVER QUALITY!!!
DONT MAKE ME SAY IT AGAIN!! thank you for reading.
Durjacht*