Isaiah Wright is an introverted, nonchalant teenage boy who never puts himself in the spotlight. After training under Alder for nearly 5 years, at the late age of 15, he finally decides to become a pokémon trainer.
The fear of failing to meet exp...
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~S.S Unova Royal~ The Next Morning...
Pearl walked through the halls with his mouth full of waffles, and a crazy amount of other breakfast food in his arms. He ignored the stares he was getting at each corner. Isaiah was still sleeping, as usual, so he brought him some food.
What kind of friend would he be if he didn't take care of his buddy? The intercom rang just before he entered the room. He paused and waited for the announcement. Could they be in Canalave City already?
"Attention all passengers," a soft voice began. "We have now docked at the Iron Island, please go out and see what the island has to offer for the next 12 hours. Enjoy!"
Pearl's eyes nearly popped out of his head from the way they shot open. He fished out his keycard from his pocket, and the bar code scanned.
He couldn't contain his excitement, instead of opening the door, Pearl kicked it. A loud noise could be heard for at least another ten rooms down.
"IRON ISLA-" Pearl was pegged in the face by a pokéball that harmlessly fell to the floor. A few seconds later, Aipom emerged from the light.
'AII...Pom..'
Pearl's eyebrows twitched as the pain in his forehead started to throb. Aipom stared at Pearl in confusion before turning to look back at his trainer.
Isaiah sat upright, rubbing his eyes, and yawning. He blinked a few times before noticing Pearl in the doorway with his face turning a light shade of red. He saw Aipom on the floor near Pearl's feet.
"O-oh did I...I-I'm sorry," Isaiah snickered, holding in most of his laughter. Aipom climbed on to his bed, giggling as well.
Pearl walked in slowly, letting the door close behind him. He dropped the food on his bed and rubbed his forehead.
"Ssss. I would fine you 10,000,000 if I wasn't so excited about the Iron Island," he mumbled.
"Iron Island?" Isaiah asked while throwing the blankets back. The Iron Island, as far as he knew, is in the Sinnoh region. Isaiah never actually been there.
"Yeah, we just arrived," Pearl continued to massage his face.
"What are we waiting for then?" Isaiah jumped out of bed, flinging Aipom across the room in the process. His pokémon landed smoothly on the floor, then jumping into Pearl's bed.
Isaiah tried to brush his teeth, putting on a t-shirt and pants all simultaneously. Aipom's head followed as he dashed back and forth.
"Guahg ckrema agh."
"What are you saying?" Pearl quizzed, now putting on his adventure pack.
Isaiah spits out the toothpaste, "what kind of pokémon are on the island," he said.
