It was about a week after his 17th birthday and Mike was standing near the water that leads to route 21. This route leads to Cinnabar Island which was originally where his mother had wanted to move the two of them but Mike’s fear of the water forced them to stay in Pallet Town.
Mike just stood there and stared out towards the horizon. He always felt the need to do this every year about a week after his birthday. The reason for this was because he had lost his father about a week after his 10th birthday in a tragic accident out at sea. Mike was with his father at the time and the trauma had caused his fear of water and his hatred of pokemon. It was a group of Gyarados that had caused the accident and Mike had never forgiven then. Deep in his heart he knew that they were just upset about something and had never intended to cause harm to anyone but as a child that didn't really matter to him.
As he grew he eventually got over his fear of the water but had still never been back out to sea. He helped his mother to grow food in their garden to make money but he had never felt satisfied doing this. He always felt as if he needed to do more, as if he had more to offer the world.
As he stood there staring out at the ocean he slowly started to realize that he could hear something. A sound that was unusual and slightly disturbing. He looked around for the source of the sound but couldn't see anything. He did find the location of the sound; it appeared to be coming from a nearby cluster of rocks that had washed up on shore over a long period of time. He approached the rocks unsure of if there might be danger. As he got closer however, the sound became more obvious. It was a distressed sound, as if something was crying out for help. The sound was coming from behind a particularly large rock so Mike couldn't yet see what it was but he quickly walked around the rock.
Suddenly Mike’s eyes fell on the source of the sound and he was filled with mixed emotions. It was a pokemon, to be specific, it was a Squirtle. The Squirtle appeared to be injured, maybe it had been attacked by another Pokemon but Mike couldn't be sure. The emotions Mike was feeling were a mixture of sadness and pity but he also felt a strong emotion of hatred. He had gotten over his fear of the water itself but still held a strong feeling of hate towards water Pokemon. As he looked at the injured Pokemon a battle was raging in his heart between the good and the bad. He could just leave it here; it wasn't his job to help Pokemon. Fortunately there was much more goodness in his heart and he realized that he couldn't leave it, even if he wanted to; it was still a living being.
Mike slowly approached the Squirtle but as he did the Squirtle began crying in distress and attempting to get away. Clearly the Squirtle did not trust him, maybe it had even had a bad past experience with humans. The actions the Squirtle made, however, were in fact hurting it even more so Mike quickly dropped to his knees and laid his hand on the Squirtle's chest. Mike had grown up with water Pokemon and had learned how to calm them; he had even been told that he “Had a way with Pokemon.” Mike never knew what that had meant because he was just doing what he was shown. Clearly it had worked as the Squirtle calmed down and just looked into Mike’s eyes. As their eyes connected Mike felt a strange jolt in his heart, he didn't know how but he just knew that this Squirtle had indeed been treated horribly by humans and that it had hatred in its heart just like Mike had for Pokemon.
Mike suddenly noticed that the Squirtle had fallen unconscious and he thought that it must have been crying for help for a long time and had passed out due to exhaustion. Mike quickly scooped it up in his arms and his first thought was to take it to a Poke Center, unfortunately there wasn't one in Pallet town. Quickly he thought of what he could do and he realized that there was a Pokemon laboratory in town. He didn't know if they could help but he had no other options so he quickly set off towards it.
The journey only took about a minute at running pace and Mike quickly found himself standing in the shadow of the Pokemon Lab, it was bigger than he had expected. He quickly ran to the door and tried opening it but it was locked so he started knocking. About a minute passed and he suddenly heard bolts being unlock from the inside and the door swung open and there stood an elderly man in a long white lab coat. Mike had never met him but he had heard about him, this was Professor Oak, he was apparently one of the greatest Pokemon researchers there was.
“Well now, what do we have here?” Professor Oak asked in a clearly tired voice. Mike suddenly realized what time it was, it was only a little after 6:30 in the morning. Mike had always gotten up early and usually forgot that other people slept in later than that.
He suddenly remembered that now wasn't the time for that, “Please, I'm sorry for waking you but you have to help me, this Squirtle is seriously injured.” Professor Oaks eyes quickly snapped open and he seemed wide awake, clearly he took the words “injured pokemon” very seriously.
“Ah right bring him inside quickly and I’ll take a look.” He stepped aside to allow access to Mike and he quickly stepped inside. Oak shut the door behind them and quickly set off towards a nearby door. Mike followed him through the door an found that inside the room the Professor had an almost exact copy of the medical facilities you would usually only find in a Pokemon Centre. “Lay him down there if you don’t mind.” Oak pointed to a table an Mike did as he was told. Oak quickly gathered some medical equipment and rushed over to the table. “Is he yours?”
“No I just found him on the beach a little while ago.” Mike suddenly realized that Oak had been calling it a “him” ever since he laid eyes on it. Was it really that easy to tell the difference? Mike had never been able to, but then again, Oak must have been working with Pokemon for a very long time and it must have become easy for him.
“Well then, I guess that makes him a very lucky Pokemon. If you hadn't have found him, he most likely would have died.” Mike’s eyes widened at these words.
“Is he really that bad? He’s going to be ok though right?”
“Oh yes, you got him here just in time, he’s going to be fine.” Oak had been quickly working on the Squirtle with different tools and medicine, Mike was surprised at the speed in which he was doing it. “What’s your name, if you don’t mind me asking?”[/b][/color]
“Oh, it’s Mike, Mike Mizu.”
“Mizu? Strange, I know that name. Did you come to get a Pokemon from me when you were younger?” Mike suddenly remembered, back just before the accident his farther had told him that, not only was he old enough to go out on the boat with him, but that he was also old enough to register as a pokemon trainer and that if he wanted, after the boat trip, he would take him down to the Lab in Pallet town to get his first Pokemon. Mike had excitedly agreed at the time, he couldn't wait to be a Pokemon trainer but that obviously all changed.
“No, sorry I didn't. I never registered.”
“Oh, well I guess I must be mistaken then. Well thank you for finding Squirtle, I’ll make sure he gets fit and well.” Mike nodded his head and turned to leave but Oak spoke again, “Do you want me to let you know when he’s better?” Mike hadn't thought about that, usually he would want to have as little to do with this as possible but something deep in his mind made him want to know.
“Sure, erm, I live…” Mike was suddenly interrupted by someone barging into the room carrying a large tray filled with more medical supplies; Squirtle really must have been in bad shape.
“Ok, I’ll let you know, don’t worry I know where you live.” Oak looked at Mike and Mike looked back at him, and he saw it, the look he had been getting for the last 6 years. Oak had figured out who he was and knew his past. People just couldn't seem to look at him without a slight look of concern on their face; as if they worried he would break at any moment. Mike nodded at Oak again and left the building. He knew why people looked at him like that but he just wished that they didn't. He just wanted to be treated like a normal person. Mike shook himself as if to try to get rid of the thoughts and then headed back home.
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Mike just stood there and stared out towards the horizon. He always felt the need to do this every year about a week after his birthday. The reason for this was because he had lost his father about a week after his 10th birthday in a tragic accident out at sea. Mike was with his father at the time and the trauma had caused his fear of water and his hatred of pokemon. It was a group of Gyarados that had caused the accident and Mike had never forgiven then. Deep in his heart he knew that they were just upset about something and had never intended to cause harm to anyone but as a child that didn't really matter to him.
As he grew he eventually got over his fear of the water but had still never been back out to sea. He helped his mother to grow food in their garden to make money but he had never felt satisfied doing this. He always felt as if he needed to do more, as if he had more to offer the world.
As he stood there staring out at the ocean he slowly started to realize that he could hear something. A sound that was unusual and slightly disturbing. He looked around for the source of the sound but couldn't see anything. He did find the location of the sound; it appeared to be coming from a nearby cluster of rocks that had washed up on shore over a long period of time. He approached the rocks unsure of if there might be danger. As he got closer however, the sound became more obvious. It was a distressed sound, as if something was crying out for help. The sound was coming from behind a particularly large rock so Mike couldn't yet see what it was but he quickly walked around the rock.
Suddenly Mike’s eyes fell on the source of the sound and he was filled with mixed emotions. It was a pokemon, to be specific, it was a Squirtle. The Squirtle appeared to be injured, maybe it had been attacked by another Pokemon but Mike couldn't be sure. The emotions Mike was feeling were a mixture of sadness and pity but he also felt a strong emotion of hatred. He had gotten over his fear of the water itself but still held a strong feeling of hate towards water Pokemon. As he looked at the injured Pokemon a battle was raging in his heart between the good and the bad. He could just leave it here; it wasn't his job to help Pokemon. Fortunately there was much more goodness in his heart and he realized that he couldn't leave it, even if he wanted to; it was still a living being.
Mike slowly approached the Squirtle but as he did the Squirtle began crying in distress and attempting to get away. Clearly the Squirtle did not trust him, maybe it had even had a bad past experience with humans. The actions the Squirtle made, however, were in fact hurting it even more so Mike quickly dropped to his knees and laid his hand on the Squirtle's chest. Mike had grown up with water Pokemon and had learned how to calm them; he had even been told that he “Had a way with Pokemon.” Mike never knew what that had meant because he was just doing what he was shown. Clearly it had worked as the Squirtle calmed down and just looked into Mike’s eyes. As their eyes connected Mike felt a strange jolt in his heart, he didn't know how but he just knew that this Squirtle had indeed been treated horribly by humans and that it had hatred in its heart just like Mike had for Pokemon.
Mike suddenly noticed that the Squirtle had fallen unconscious and he thought that it must have been crying for help for a long time and had passed out due to exhaustion. Mike quickly scooped it up in his arms and his first thought was to take it to a Poke Center, unfortunately there wasn't one in Pallet town. Quickly he thought of what he could do and he realized that there was a Pokemon laboratory in town. He didn't know if they could help but he had no other options so he quickly set off towards it.
The journey only took about a minute at running pace and Mike quickly found himself standing in the shadow of the Pokemon Lab, it was bigger than he had expected. He quickly ran to the door and tried opening it but it was locked so he started knocking. About a minute passed and he suddenly heard bolts being unlock from the inside and the door swung open and there stood an elderly man in a long white lab coat. Mike had never met him but he had heard about him, this was Professor Oak, he was apparently one of the greatest Pokemon researchers there was.
“Well now, what do we have here?” Professor Oak asked in a clearly tired voice. Mike suddenly realized what time it was, it was only a little after 6:30 in the morning. Mike had always gotten up early and usually forgot that other people slept in later than that.
He suddenly remembered that now wasn't the time for that, “Please, I'm sorry for waking you but you have to help me, this Squirtle is seriously injured.” Professor Oaks eyes quickly snapped open and he seemed wide awake, clearly he took the words “injured pokemon” very seriously.
“Ah right bring him inside quickly and I’ll take a look.” He stepped aside to allow access to Mike and he quickly stepped inside. Oak shut the door behind them and quickly set off towards a nearby door. Mike followed him through the door an found that inside the room the Professor had an almost exact copy of the medical facilities you would usually only find in a Pokemon Centre. “Lay him down there if you don’t mind.” Oak pointed to a table an Mike did as he was told. Oak quickly gathered some medical equipment and rushed over to the table. “Is he yours?”
“No I just found him on the beach a little while ago.” Mike suddenly realized that Oak had been calling it a “him” ever since he laid eyes on it. Was it really that easy to tell the difference? Mike had never been able to, but then again, Oak must have been working with Pokemon for a very long time and it must have become easy for him.
“Well then, I guess that makes him a very lucky Pokemon. If you hadn't have found him, he most likely would have died.” Mike’s eyes widened at these words.
“Is he really that bad? He’s going to be ok though right?”
“Oh yes, you got him here just in time, he’s going to be fine.” Oak had been quickly working on the Squirtle with different tools and medicine, Mike was surprised at the speed in which he was doing it. “What’s your name, if you don’t mind me asking?”[/b][/color]
“Oh, it’s Mike, Mike Mizu.”
“Mizu? Strange, I know that name. Did you come to get a Pokemon from me when you were younger?” Mike suddenly remembered, back just before the accident his farther had told him that, not only was he old enough to go out on the boat with him, but that he was also old enough to register as a pokemon trainer and that if he wanted, after the boat trip, he would take him down to the Lab in Pallet town to get his first Pokemon. Mike had excitedly agreed at the time, he couldn't wait to be a Pokemon trainer but that obviously all changed.
“No, sorry I didn't. I never registered.”
“Oh, well I guess I must be mistaken then. Well thank you for finding Squirtle, I’ll make sure he gets fit and well.” Mike nodded his head and turned to leave but Oak spoke again, “Do you want me to let you know when he’s better?” Mike hadn't thought about that, usually he would want to have as little to do with this as possible but something deep in his mind made him want to know.
“Sure, erm, I live…” Mike was suddenly interrupted by someone barging into the room carrying a large tray filled with more medical supplies; Squirtle really must have been in bad shape.
“Ok, I’ll let you know, don’t worry I know where you live.” Oak looked at Mike and Mike looked back at him, and he saw it, the look he had been getting for the last 6 years. Oak had figured out who he was and knew his past. People just couldn't seem to look at him without a slight look of concern on their face; as if they worried he would break at any moment. Mike nodded at Oak again and left the building. He knew why people looked at him like that but he just wished that they didn't. He just wanted to be treated like a normal person. Mike shook himself as if to try to get rid of the thoughts and then headed back home.
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