Let's Fight, Not Prance!

This story will be the result of watching too many sports-themed/shounen old school animes. xD This story will be, and very rare from a pervert like me, T, so none of THAT stuff, alright? ;D Also, here's a lil tip in case you forget anyone's names: The first letter of their name will ALWAYS be the same first letter in their real name (example K-irlia and K-endell). This idea refused to leave my head, so I will embrace it and transform it into a story. Well, hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 1: The Ultimate Trick

For a long time...

"Oooh, such amazing moves!"

"Wow, you sure can dance!"

I've always loved to dance.

*clap* *clap*

"Amazing!"

"Beautiful!"

"Miss Ria, your son is a gifted young student!"

All the applauses and cheers were music to my ears as I twirled my feet across the floor while doing little leaps of grace. As I grew older, my passion and love for dancing grew along with me. I spent all high school thinking, "I'll go to a university to improve my dancing, and eventually, I can charm the whole world!" Of course, not many thought my dream was fitting for a boy, but I didn't care. Why would, or should I care? It's MY dream, not theirs! At least, though...my past friends supported me, but that all means nothing when it comes to...my Dad.

"No, no, no, no, NO!"

My Dad thought that dancing was complete tomfoolery for a boy to like. My Dad, a very ripped and big-boned Gardevoir named Gaston, always went with the bandwagon stereotype for men. Although I'm now 17, graduated out of high school, and one year away from being considered an adult, he still treats me like a child!

"There's no way I'm going to allow my son to become a dancer! Nope! Naw! HELL NAW!" He shook his head. "Kendell, you will be what I'm the ultimate master in: FIGHTING!" I groaned and rolled my eyes.

Fighting...a complete brutal sport which requires you getting hurt and hurting others? Not my cup of tea. Besides, bruises and blood everywhere? Absolutely not! But my Dad...he's not all ears for reason, that's for sure. Even my Mom, the somehow-taller-than-me shiny Ralts named Ria, can't talk some sense into him.

"Honey...it wouldn't be fair to force Kendell into something he does not want. He's practically an adult now, shouldn't he be able to decide for himself?"

I agreed. "Yeah Dad, I should be able to persue my dream of dancing, whether you like it or no-"

"Noooooooooooooooooooooooope! Son, it's been passed down in our evolutionary line that EVERY male, Ralts/Kirlia/Gardevoir, become a fighter. You know this! Do you REALLY want to dissapoint our great grandpappies?!"

"I highly doubt that's true..." I muttered, but he unfortunately still heard me and slammed his forehead against mine.

"Ma boi, you SHALL become a fighter! Forget about dancin', what's it gonna do for you?! If you want to twirl around so much, take some acid or play DDR or somethin'!"

"Honey!"

"Okay, well, don't do the first option, but still!" No matter how scary my Dad's eyes are when he's mad, I still say bluntly, and with determination,

"I'm going to become a dancer. Mom has my support, and even that alone can be good enough for me! Sorry Dad, but I'm just going to have to break the "tradition" of the males in our evolutionary line."

I probably just marked the end of my life right there.

"..." He didn't say anything. Rather, he stood back up. "Fine, then."

"!"

"I'll go look for the perfect place." I was as bright as a light! He's finally supporting me?! Mom and I hugged him.

"Oh, honey~!"

"Thanks, Dad! I'm sure you'll find the PER~fect place for me!"

"Mwuhahahaaah! Why of course! Don't expect less from your father!"

Sooner or later, I'd discover that his words were lies, lies, LIES! ! !

...

The plane ride was 15+ hours, but I didn't care. All I cared about was the future reality of dancing, and the university that would further increase my skills in it! I still remember the promise I made to Dad before leaving:

"Alrighty son, do you promise to love your new place, and to never leave it, no matter what?"

It didn't even take me a second to wrap my pinky around Dad's.

"Yep, you bet! There's no way I could possibly dislike my new place!"

Still, he never really told me where he's sending me, exactly. I wonder if this taxi driver knows. After all, Dad said this man is his friend.

"Um, excuse me, sir?"

"Hm?" His voice is very gruff, I'm kind of nervous.

"Do you know anything about the location that you're taking me to?"

"Do I? Hmm..." He adjusted the front mirror so that he could look at me. Golems have pretty fierce eyes... "Gals, me, a good friend of Gaston, was asked that I keep this a surprise, too. He said that, and I agreed, this place'll blow you away! Hm, hm, hm, hm..."

"O-Oh, I see...okay, then." I'll just leave it at that, then. Besides, surprises are nice. Maybe, the officials will welcome me at the arch entrance, greeting me as they hand me my dance clothes, hah hah hah hah! Hoooh, I can't wait!

"We're here!"

"Woah!"

*Screeech!*

Sheesh, did he bribe a guy out his license?! Anyways...the university stands very big and tall, with the lovely brick and moss exterior. There's even the archway, but no lined up officials, hee hee hee. I'm so excited, I can't wait to enter!

"Oh, yes, the fare-"

"Why would I make my friend's son pay? Get outta here! GAHAHAH!"

"Y-Yes! Thank you, sir!" I nearly tripped out the car with my suitcase. As soon as I did, he drove off at the speed of light. "What a weird guy...but a nice one!"

I wonder where I should go, though...maybe somebody else Dad knows will show me? Hmm... "Ah?" I just noticed a sign on top the door. It says, "Welcoming Ceremony of the Bustlers." Eh? Bustlers? What a weird thing to say, but ok!

The interior of the building is so...oriental, which is not bad. But, there's nobody here... "I guess they're at that ceremony...ah! I should get going, too!" Most ceremonies are held in an auditorium, correct? But in such a place, finding one would be impossi- "Oh." Well, the big and shiny gold sign told me otherwise. It's even open a bit, and peeking in, I can see a loooooot of people! Also, it seems that someone's on the podium talking. Well, at least I can just walk in without a dramatic entrance.

"Excuse me, 'scuse me..." Sheesh, mostly everyone here towers me! Then again it looks like I'm bunched up with a lot of fully evolved Pokemon, so maybe I should move over to the section with the second stages. "Pardon me!" And now, I can listen to the, upon closer inspections, Delphox man talk.

"It is such an honor to welcome you all to the Rokure Uni Welcoming Ceremony! I, Sage Kalos, along with the other sages Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, and Unova, will put all our prayers for your trials and errors you'll experience on the way."

Wow...so inspirational! It only makes me want to strive to impress my officials even more... I'll dance with grace and prosperity, and wow them all!

"I hope that- no- WE hope that you all, you honorable men, become the greatest FIGHTERS you can be!"

"YYEEEEAAAHHH!"

Wait...what? Huh, wha, what, eh, uh...HUH?! Confusion completely overtook me. All of them are roaring cheers, but as it begins to unravel to me what's happening, anger roars into my mind mentally; Dad TRICKED me!

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!"

Stupid, STUPID Dad! I know how he can be, but I didn't think he'd go THIS fa-

"..." Silence. Silence fills the room, and all their eyes. They're looking at me. I yelled that out, didn't I? Oh no...

"Uh... M-My bad, heh heh heh!" I blush and try to hide myself away. "Umm, I seemed to have gone to the wrong place, sooo..." I skedaddled to the door. "Forgive me for my outburst, goodbye now-"

"Wait just a minute!"

"*gulp*" Sage Kalos called out to me.

"And just who are you, actually?"

"M-My name is Kendell-"

"It's you! You are the son of Grandmaster Gaston! He has informed you would be here"

"! ! !" Oh, are you KIDDING me... Just how many people has Dad told already?! "Well...this is a mistake! Dad has tricked me into going to this place, but I refuse to go here! I have a passion for dancing, NOT for fighting! Goodbye." Forget his promise, I refuse to let his trick work out.

"WAIT JUST A SECOND."

"WHAT?! Ohh..." This time, Sage Unova, a Samurott, demanded me to stop. Unlike Sage Kalos, he sounds very intimidating. He's walking off the podium and walking towards me. Now I can see how much he's clearly beating me in height. I'm pretty self-conscious about that...

"To break a promise and to refuse the one who created you, it is unforgivable and inexcusable!"

"Oooh, the old man's cursing him out!"

"He looks scary..."

"Poor kid, but is that REALLY a boy?"

Even though he's really scary, I still make my point clear. "I know, I know, but he sold me out and lied to me, are you saying THAT'S right?! Hmph! Sayonara- !?"

Th-There's a sword, held right in front of my neck.

"W-Woah! That old dude's holding a sword up to his neck!"

"How brutal!"

"Is he gonna die?!"

Yeah...THANKS FOR THE HELP! This blade looks so sharp...it could easily cut the attachment between my head and body!

"S-Sage Unova, isn't that a bit-"

"Silence! Now listen, you. You shall, and will, adhere to Grandmaster's promise and word. To go against the one who created is inexcusable. Is this that understood?"

"Y-Y-Yes! Whatever you say, old ma-" He brought it closer. "AGH! S-S-Sage Unova, Sage Unova!" "

"Hmph..." Finally, he moved that acursed thing away from me! I was so scared for my life, I nearly wet myself and fell down to the floor. People were whispering behind me. Great, just great. Not only do I make a fool of myself, but now everyone knows I'm related that stupid jerk of a dad, who is apparently called "Grandmaster." How about a more fitting title:

Worst Father EVER! ! !

...

"Middle Stage Ward, Middle Stage Ward..." M.S.W., the specific part of this massive Gym I'm supposed to be in. I'm going to have a coach, do tons of training, and even do matches...uggghhhh. This shouldn't be happening. Right now, I should be putting on my dance shoes, twirling around the stage like an angel.

"Hua..." As I wonder around outside trying to find my location, I do little skips along the pretty grass. Do a longer leap, landing on my tippy toes, and raising my hands in the air, the pose that deems I have completed my little performance. People would clap, the students would clap, and I'd bow and bow, like this. "Thank you. Thank you..."

"Pffffft!"

"?" For a second, other than the sounds of me stepping on the grass and the tweet of the birds, I thought I heard something. Well, more like, someone. I turned around, and there stood three people, a Gengar, shiny Zoroark, and Gallade. Sweat dropped down my face. Who are they, and why are they looking at me like that? Then again, I guess you would stare at someone who's randomly dancing around in a vicinity like that... Gengar guy walked up to me.

"Wah hah, what'cha doing all those weird moves for outside like that?!"

I cocked my head in confusion. "Weird moves? What do you mean? I'm doing ballet!"

"WAH HAH HAH HAH!" He laughed even more, this time even harder with his two friends. This guy, is he mocking the art of ballet?! That's why it looks like he's fitting into that polo shirt and jeans for dear life! Though, I'll keep that to myself. He wiped the tear away from his eye. "I dunno who you are, but whoo, you're funny!"

"I wasn't trying to be!" I declared, crossing my arms. "It figures you don't know a single thing about dancing."

"What the- HEY!" The Zoroark fellow came stomping towards me. Ear piercings, tank, and baggy pants...such a street-thug look, it's sickening. "You don't talk to George-san like that!" George, now that I know, blocked him with his arm.

"Nah, nah, it's alright! I like this kid! What's your name, huh?" I don't feel too comfortable around this individuals...maybe it's best that I ignore them and leave.

"Oh George, Zak, aren't you maybe scaring him?" The Gallade fellow walked over towards us. George rolled his eyes.

"Ah, Gas, being the party pooper as usual!" This one looks...actually more normal than these two, with his mundane clothing of a T and jeans, and gentle looks. However, looking at him reminds me of Dad, which is not a good thing for me right now.

He kneeled down to me. Would it hurt for him to open his eyes? "I'm sorry, my friends tend to be like that. If we're scaring you, you can leave- oof!" George pushed him out of the way.

"Nah! Say guys, since this kid's got a lotta spunk, why don't we let him hang with us?"

Zak hung his mouth down. "WHAT?!"

"Oh my..."

Is he serious? I can tell with these two at least that they're a sign for trouble, and I would never hang with people like that! I bluntly refused that offer. "No thank you! Now excuse me, I have to get going!" I turned my back on them and started walking, which I honestly should've done in the first place. Man, everyone I've been meeting so far is so-

"WAH!"

*BAM*

A huuuge amount of weight fell on my body all at once. "M-Mr. George!" First of all, why am I calling him "Mr.", and second, why is he on me?!

"I call it the 'Geeeeeooorge Glomp Attack', WAH HAH HAH HAH HAAAH!" Gas nervously chuckled.

"George-kun always tends to do that..."

"Heh, serves ya right!"

"So, ya in?! I ain't movin' till ya agree!"

"Aaaagh?!" Sheeesh, what's with everyone forcing me to do everything?! Am I really THAT much of a pushover?! If I'm under him any longer, my bones will surely crush! "F...FINE, FINE! WHATEVER, I'LL JOIN YOUR CREW! JUST GET OFF OF MEEEE!"

First I'm threatened to have my head chopped off, and now almost getting crushed to death. Why have I done to suffer like this, Arceus?

Gas helped me up after Mr. (Why am I calling him that?!) George got off me. "I don't believe you've ever gave us your name." Is that really the first thing he should be asking me?

"It's...Kendell."

"Kendell, eh? Well, well, well! I am, as you know, George! I'm the greatest fighter in this school, and in the ranking 'Monster!' I'm the leader of the Goon Type Trio, consisting of us, WAH HAH HAAAAH!"

Arrogant, rude, and selfish...that's how to really describe you. "THIS!" He pointed over to Zak. "This is Zak! Don't worry, he'll warm up to ya eventually! Isn't that right, Zak?!"

He gave me a disgruntled look. "Hmph! Only for Geroge-san's sake, I'll get along with you."

"N-Nice to know that, Zak-san..."

Gas bowed to me. "And I'm Gas. We'll make sure you'll become great fighters like us, Ken-chan! Hm hm hm!"

"Yeah...thanks." I couldn't be any more happier...

"What the hell are you idiots doing?!"

"!" A really tall and intimidating Machoke that looks like a coach was staring down at us. George snickered and smacked his arm.

"Yoo, Coach Markus!" Coach Markus, huh...he looked down at me.

"I'm sorry, are these idiots messing with you? I'll give this advice to save your life: DON'T associated with these idiots! They do nothing but cause trouble!"

"A bit too late for that..." I sadly admit.

"As this fat idiot said, I'm Coach Markus. I'm the coach of the Middle Stage Ward's gym, so I'll make sure you get into shape for your eventual fights, but it won't be easy!"

"And Iiiii will he-"

"No!"

*POW*

"Yowch!" He slammed a fist on George's head.

"You all stay away! I don't even know you love to go there, anyway! I'll make sure this kid doesn't become an idiot like you all. Kid!"

I stood upright. "Y-Yes?"

"Come on, we'll get started now. I'll make sure you and the others become the best you can be!"

"Al...Alright, sir!"

"But never as good as ME!"

"Shut it!"

*POW*

*sigh* I guess I really AM stuck here. Rokure University... Oh Dad, what you have you done to me?

Haaaaaaaaaappy Valentines Day, everyone! You guys will probably be out on dates or something, but not me! Anyways, I know this has nothing to do with this day, but nonetheless, it's a new story idea I've been wanting to do for a while. I can only hope you guys are also interested! And to make it even MORE fun, I'll let you all be a part of this and think up some people Kendell should fight in the future, and when you do, and if I like it, I'll use him! But, here are some things you must follow:

They HAVE to be male! Though, that should've been obvious by now. xD

The first letter in his name has to match the first letter in his actual name (example: Mark the Magikarp). It makes it easier to remember who they are.

Details: Their personality, clothing style, age, stuff like that! Also, a lil background about them, and if I like very, very much, I might even make them a minor or even MAJOR character! :D

Please no legendaries. It should be reeeaaaally obvious as to why.

Have an actual account! No "Guest" account, PLEASE! Because, well, how can we discuss about your fighter if I can't even email/reply to you? Come on, now!

Of course, if you want to normally review it, you can. So, with all said, I hope you enjoyed this first chapter, and many more to come!