Danielle stared at the motionless PokÃ©ball for a long time after the light had gone out and she heard the click. Her mouth was opened slightly, as if in disbelief, and everything around her seemed like it had froze. She couldnâ€™t believe it, part of her wondered if this was a dream. Had she really caught the Pikachu? Alright that was actually a pretty lame thought. The evidence was right in front of her for crying out loud! But she couldnâ€™t help but wonder if it was going to do one of those things where it busts out of the ball the moment she goes to pick it up. She slowly went over to it and picked it up, turning it over in her hand a few times. The ball felt warm, oddly enough; the Pikachu was definitely caught. Words could not describe how excited she was feeling right now.<br/><br/>â€œIâ€™veâ€¦ I got herâ€¦â€ She said softly. â€œI got her! Woohoo!â€ The young girl jumped up and down a few times. Her wavy hair bounced with her, ending up partially in her face. She fell back into a pile of leaves and smiled to herself. Holding the PokÃ©ball out to the sunlight that barely peered through the leaves, she admired it some more. â€œWhat a catchâ€¦â€ She stayed there until she felt itchy, then got to her feet and stretched a little. Now she had to get out of this forest, hopefully without getting lost since she had come off the main path a bit. She also had to get to a PokÃ©mon Center to heal up before facing the first gym. However, just as she was about to run off something caught her attention.<br/><br/>â€œHey, did you just catch a Pikachu?â€ The trainer who asked her was a boy about her age with a Charmander by his side. He must have just set off on his journey, too, judging by the looks of things. Though Danielle did notice the scar on the Charmanderâ€™s shoulder and wondered what kind of trainer this boy was. She didnâ€™t like the vibes he gave off.<br/><br/>â€œWhatâ€™s it to you?â€<br/><br/>â€œIâ€™m willing to bet yours is nowhere near as good as mine?â€<br/><br/>â€œI doubt that. Sheâ€™s plenty powerful!â€ Danielle growled, stomping her foot on the ground lightly. She glowered at him. â€œThis Pikachu is the strongest Pikachu in the entire forest!â€ What was with this jerk? Who the hell did he think he was coming out of nowhere and picking a fight? Had he been spying on her or something? That made sense, and it brought a chill down her spine. Were there more people watching her while she had been capturing that Pikachu? The forest has eyes, as they say, and Pikachu were very rare so there was a good chance more people might have seen her. What if he was some thief who collected Pikachu and came looking to steal from her? If that was the case she was going to have to kick his ass and make sure she made it loud and clear he was not getting her Pikachu.<br/><br/>â€œIf sheâ€™s so powerful, then letâ€™s have a battle.â€ The boy snorted, pulling out one of his own PokÃ©balls and tossing it. Out came a little yellow mouse similar to the one she caught. This one was a little darker and had a little more black on its ears.<br/><br/>Danielleâ€™s team was not in top fighting condition, but she wasnâ€™t about to let this little punk call her a coward. â€œYouâ€™re on! Letâ€™s go, Pikachu!â€ She tossed the ball in her hands, throwing the newly caught PokÃ©mon right into the battle without hesitation.