Pokegirls - The Chessgame

Hi. Just like to say again, I don't own pokemon, or the rights to pokegirls (how cool would that be???) -

but, you can learn more about pokegirls here:(http://www.angelfire.com/mn3/pokegirls/main.html)

So, without further ado, your story. Reviewers, please, review. First time author, would much like to hear wether or not i should even continue. You know how it is.
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The Chessgame: A Pokegirl Story
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Chapter 1: It all begins

Somewhere in a far distant dimension, a man sat down to a table. As he sat down, the wooden stool under him creaked and wobbled, making creepy noises to frighten any mortal, but not this mortal. He simply continued on in his thoughts. In front of him, on the small, square table sat a chessboard. Strangely enough, only half the pieces on the board were there: the white pieces were nowhere to bee seen. The man’s bald head and wrinkly appendages marked him to be very very old, and undoubtedly he was. The man proceeded to play the game, noticeably without white pieces, as a black army sat there, cold and motionless, waiting, quietly, and lethally in ambush for white soldiers to appear. The war between white and black had started, and the chess game had begun.

Hyoue kissed his mother and ran outside of his rather small, 1 story house. Hyoue lived in a residential area of Fitness and oddly enough, he was fit. Standing at 5”11’, he was not much taller then the average person on the street. With brown hair and brown eyes, he didn’t standout much, and alongside a dark green t-shirt that he war, and the dark khaki Dockers that he wore, he didn’t standout at all. That wasn’t a problem, he liked blending in. He wasn’t all that naturally quiet, but holding his peace and holding his own counsel, he learned to think by himself and for himself. He didn’t have a 6-pack, but his chest was flat, and he could do as many push-ups as the next guy. He jogged down the street happily, knowing that now he could finally get a Tamer’s license as he was now of age, (his birthday being yesterday) and smiled and hummed a happy tune as he ran over to Professor Sessler’s place, hoping that he would have a suitable if not efficient pokegirl for him. Right at the statue, left over past the pokecenter, the third house down and he would have it. Panting slightly to catch his breath, he smiled happily, and opened the door to a whole new world. And then proceeded to walk right back out. The professor was “busy” to say the least, to busy to see him, come back in an hour, you can take your test at the pokecenter. Ok, whatever. Hyoue ran back up the street and round the corner to the pokecenter and asked the nice lady at the front if he could take the test.

The lady said that yes, he could, and he should come sit down at this table, and here was a pencil, and here was the test, and good luck, and blah blah blah. Hyoue couldn’t hear any of that. He was too excited to listen. Instead he looked over the test, looked over it all in its entirety, and decided that this thing would be a piece of cake. The lady walked away, and he proceeded to begin. Till he heard the lady tell him that there was another page, and that she would get a copy of that, because she could not find it. Hyoue easily answered most questions in half a second. He wasn’t a genius, per-se, but he was talented, and he studied hard. These questions were not all that difficult anyways. A minute later, his test done, he looked up to see another two pages being handed to him, front and back, both of them, and he proceeded to look over these questions as well. In the background, he could hear a man and the lady having a conversation about the best methods to heal pokegirls in the wild. He ignored it, as he scanned the questions again. These were all opinion questions, most being application questions to a scenario. Would you do this if this is what happened to your girl? Why, yes, I would do that. It all didn’t matter as far as Hyoue was concerned, and he simply put the answer which he liked best, or the answer he knew that the league was looking for.

The opinion part of the test actually took him quite a long time, 30 minutes, and he did not notice his professor walk into the pokecenter and talk to the lady at the counter. He was fortunate enough that the professor told the lady quietly in a murmuring voice that he would give the boy his pokegirl personally, that he had one special he wanted the boy to have, and that he had one just in store for him. So after he handed back his test, and sat there for five minutes and heard the good news that he had passed the test with flying colors, and that he should be very proud and here was his pokedex, and here was a pokeball, and here was another, and etc, etc, he had no problems with being rushed out of the center with hands full and a push in the direction towards the professor’s house.

And in that other dimension, the old man held his hand over the board, and the white king appeared in its starting position.

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That's all... Until next time!