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PG-13 for later chapters. This anime-verse, happens during DP. Enjoy (Or not.)!
Prologue
The girl stood there on the ruined earth. She appeared to be staring at the broken ground, with rocks and bits of wall scattered about. The world seemed so bleak, so desolate, and... the girl smirked a bit. Was she enjoying this place? She stared at the dead, bloody, and twisted bodies of the two women who were the last line of defense. Unless… Unless she found what she was looking for. What Meiun couldn’t find…
The Girl
Where are they? She couldn’t have taken it… I saw her leave in disgust… I continued to look. Where? Where? Whe- A flash of metal in the wall caught my eye. I turned and looked at what seemed to be a drawer in one of the slightly intact walls. I slowly walked towards it. Wrapping my hand around the handle, I carefully opened the drawer. Yes! Here they are! I stuck my hand in the drawer and reached towards what I was looking for. Two necklaces. As I reached for the sun-shaped one, it moved away on its own. Almost as if it was alive and knew I wasn’t its mistress. “Look,” I said to the necklace, like it was alive, “I’m not going to take you. I’m going to bring you and your friend,” Wait… Could necklaces have friends? Of course not… “To your mistresses.”
The necklace stopped moving away, and I picked both of them up. As they were made of stone, they were slightly heavy. But I ignored that and turned around, heading to the Kanto region. I was unaware at the time what I was bringing on those two poor girls and their friends. And on myself, for I cannot call myself a friend. No idea at all.
Chapter 1
Nozomi Chiba
I sat up in bed, legs crossed, annoyed. VERY annoyed. I chewed on the chain of my sun shaped necklace that I had found a year ago. The round part and the chain were both a shade of orange, and the rays were yellow. It was a nice little necklace, and I never took it off. Then again, even if I DID I had a feeling that it wouldn’t come off.
By the way, I’m Nozomi. Nozomi Chiba. You probably haven’t heard of me. Anyhow, I had just turned 15 and was going to leave today. “Why are you so old?” I bet you’re asking yourself. Because my best friend, Sand (Or Jolt as I call him), kept using excuses on why not to go. Last year he played sick. The year before that he made sure he was out of town. Things like that. “Why not leave without him?” You ask? Because I promised my old friend Kuroi we’d go together before she moved.
Or rather, she made me. But that's a different story.
I have relatively long brown hair. It’s not the nicest in the world, but it’s fine. I have piercing bright green eyes (Jolt-kun says they are good looking, but those things are like traffic lights…), and because of them my mom keeps questioning dad if we have anything else then Japanese in our bloodline. I wouldn’t say I have pale skin, but I don’t tan easily either.
I glared at the clock, which read 4:59. Come on. Come on! Turn to 5:00 already! I thought, and almost as if the clock could read my mind, it did. I leapt out of bed, yelling.
“Yes! If we get up this early Jolt will have a choice of a starter!” As I continued to babble on, my Pichu looked up, rather annoyed.
“Pichu Pi!” it yelled, almost as if it was saying my name. As I continued to raise a ruckus, which probably woke all of Masara (I could be wrong though…), it finally caused the little Pichu to let out a small Thundershock, zapping both of us.
“Sor-sorry Denkou…” said I said, still a little, if you will excuse the pun, shocked. I glanced at the clock, which now read 5:05. “Ak!” I yelled in shock as I scrambled to my drawers for what I could wear. I say “could” because I barely had any clothes that weren’t dirty. I looked in and almost cried. All that was left was a blue and black sleeveless shirt, and a red mini skirt. I sighed, I didn't have any socks. But it would have to do.
After I got struggling into my clothes, I madly sprinted into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth with almost super-human speed. I honestly didn’t even mess with my bed head. Or think about it. Not that I normally did in the first place.
I ran out of the bathroom, threw my toothbrush and toothpaste in my well-stocked tan messager bag and called to Denkou, who tiredly walked after me. I scrambled down stairs and snatched the phone. I quickly dialed Jolt's phone number.
I heard a yawn and then Jolt’s mom speaking. “Hello, Kentai res-“
“Hello, Kentai-san, is Jolt awake?” I asked, loudly.
“Um, yes, Nozomi-chan, I’ll get Sand, I think he went back to his room after being woken up by yelling.”
I sweatdroped. “Um, thank you.”
“You’re welcome, goodbye.”
“Goodbye,” I replied. I grabbed a piece of bread and jammed it into the toaster. I impatiently waited for what seemed like forever. I caught it as it popped up. As I took the first bite I heard Mom call down from upstairs.
“Nozomi-chan, what are you doing this early in the morning? You must’ve woken up the whole town!” Mom yelled.
“I’m gfimin to Jflot-kum’s hflouse, sow-” I replied, my mouth full of toast.
“Without your mouth full.” Mom demanded, annoyed.
I swallowed and started again. “I’m going to Jolt-kun’s house, so we can head to Ookido-Hakase’s lab.”
“Fine, but don’t get yourself killed.” Mom said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
“I won’t,” I replied. I held the piece of toast in my mouth and I put on my tan boots. I wore them so much, no matter what the season; Jolt-kun had taken to calling them my lucky boots. I stood up, slammed my white brimmed hat on my head and went outside. I smiled. This was going to be fun.
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Sand Kentai
Why does Zomi-chan yell so much? I thought to myself and sighed, So… Tired… Must… Go back… To sleep… I thought as I climbed sleepily onto my bed and rolled into a ball. Sweet sleep…
“SAND!” I suddenly heard my mom yell, startling me so mutch I jumped up and found myself sitting in bed, “ Nozomi-chan’s coming over! GET READY!”
“But Mom, it’s almost 5:15, tell her I’m not feeling well or something…” I mumbled. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see Zomi; it was just that I was tired. And I didn’t want to go. Note that the only reason that I didn’t want to go is that I was sure that Zomi was going to pressure me into battling. When Mom didn’t reply, I sighed and got off of my bed. I dragged myself into a baggy white tee, that just made me look THAT mutch more tall and skinny. I pulled on a pair of jeans, yanked on some socks, and bushed my teeth, sadly putting my toothbrush and toothpaste into my yellow backpack when I was done. I was out of excuses, so I was going to have to suck it up.
I didn’t do anything about my hair, all of it’s yellow spiky-ness was coved by my knit cap I always wear. Don’t ask why. It’s not any of your business. My black, yes, they are completely black, eyes stared back at me on the reflection. My skin has a weird yellowish tint to it. Don’t ask about those either.
Just as I finished tieing my sneakers, there was a knock. Well, this is it home. I loved you, I thought as I opened the door. Sure enough, there was Zomi-chan, in a black and blue sleeveless top and a red mini skirt. And her lucky boots and hat, of course. Denkou was at her side, the little yellow orb she found it with tied around its neck. As usual, it was not happy. “Zomi,” I asked, “Can you wait here while I get something to eat?” I was planning to hide. Maybe that would work!
“No can do,” Zomi replied, grabbing me by the back of my shirt, “If I let you do that you could run off and hide or something.” She started to drag me, Denkou pushing my feet. This was not going to be fun. At all.
Yes, I know Nozomi's a super, gigantic Sue for having a member of the Pikachu line. And, yes, I know this is totally generic right now. Trust me, this is not a hey-look-at-me-I'ma-going-to-go-though-all-the-gyms-like-everyone-else fic. It's still bad though. But that's why I'm posting it! And, no, I don't have a fetish for japanese names. CC, please?
Prologue
The girl stood there on the ruined earth. She appeared to be staring at the broken ground, with rocks and bits of wall scattered about. The world seemed so bleak, so desolate, and... the girl smirked a bit. Was she enjoying this place? She stared at the dead, bloody, and twisted bodies of the two women who were the last line of defense. Unless… Unless she found what she was looking for. What Meiun couldn’t find…
The Girl
Where are they? She couldn’t have taken it… I saw her leave in disgust… I continued to look. Where? Where? Whe- A flash of metal in the wall caught my eye. I turned and looked at what seemed to be a drawer in one of the slightly intact walls. I slowly walked towards it. Wrapping my hand around the handle, I carefully opened the drawer. Yes! Here they are! I stuck my hand in the drawer and reached towards what I was looking for. Two necklaces. As I reached for the sun-shaped one, it moved away on its own. Almost as if it was alive and knew I wasn’t its mistress. “Look,” I said to the necklace, like it was alive, “I’m not going to take you. I’m going to bring you and your friend,” Wait… Could necklaces have friends? Of course not… “To your mistresses.”
The necklace stopped moving away, and I picked both of them up. As they were made of stone, they were slightly heavy. But I ignored that and turned around, heading to the Kanto region. I was unaware at the time what I was bringing on those two poor girls and their friends. And on myself, for I cannot call myself a friend. No idea at all.
Chapter 1
Nozomi Chiba
I sat up in bed, legs crossed, annoyed. VERY annoyed. I chewed on the chain of my sun shaped necklace that I had found a year ago. The round part and the chain were both a shade of orange, and the rays were yellow. It was a nice little necklace, and I never took it off. Then again, even if I DID I had a feeling that it wouldn’t come off.
By the way, I’m Nozomi. Nozomi Chiba. You probably haven’t heard of me. Anyhow, I had just turned 15 and was going to leave today. “Why are you so old?” I bet you’re asking yourself. Because my best friend, Sand (Or Jolt as I call him), kept using excuses on why not to go. Last year he played sick. The year before that he made sure he was out of town. Things like that. “Why not leave without him?” You ask? Because I promised my old friend Kuroi we’d go together before she moved.
Or rather, she made me. But that's a different story.
I have relatively long brown hair. It’s not the nicest in the world, but it’s fine. I have piercing bright green eyes (Jolt-kun says they are good looking, but those things are like traffic lights…), and because of them my mom keeps questioning dad if we have anything else then Japanese in our bloodline. I wouldn’t say I have pale skin, but I don’t tan easily either.
I glared at the clock, which read 4:59. Come on. Come on! Turn to 5:00 already! I thought, and almost as if the clock could read my mind, it did. I leapt out of bed, yelling.
“Yes! If we get up this early Jolt will have a choice of a starter!” As I continued to babble on, my Pichu looked up, rather annoyed.
“Pichu Pi!” it yelled, almost as if it was saying my name. As I continued to raise a ruckus, which probably woke all of Masara (I could be wrong though…), it finally caused the little Pichu to let out a small Thundershock, zapping both of us.
“Sor-sorry Denkou…” said I said, still a little, if you will excuse the pun, shocked. I glanced at the clock, which now read 5:05. “Ak!” I yelled in shock as I scrambled to my drawers for what I could wear. I say “could” because I barely had any clothes that weren’t dirty. I looked in and almost cried. All that was left was a blue and black sleeveless shirt, and a red mini skirt. I sighed, I didn't have any socks. But it would have to do.
After I got struggling into my clothes, I madly sprinted into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth with almost super-human speed. I honestly didn’t even mess with my bed head. Or think about it. Not that I normally did in the first place.
I ran out of the bathroom, threw my toothbrush and toothpaste in my well-stocked tan messager bag and called to Denkou, who tiredly walked after me. I scrambled down stairs and snatched the phone. I quickly dialed Jolt's phone number.
I heard a yawn and then Jolt’s mom speaking. “Hello, Kentai res-“
“Hello, Kentai-san, is Jolt awake?” I asked, loudly.
“Um, yes, Nozomi-chan, I’ll get Sand, I think he went back to his room after being woken up by yelling.”
I sweatdroped. “Um, thank you.”
“You’re welcome, goodbye.”
“Goodbye,” I replied. I grabbed a piece of bread and jammed it into the toaster. I impatiently waited for what seemed like forever. I caught it as it popped up. As I took the first bite I heard Mom call down from upstairs.
“Nozomi-chan, what are you doing this early in the morning? You must’ve woken up the whole town!” Mom yelled.
“I’m gfimin to Jflot-kum’s hflouse, sow-” I replied, my mouth full of toast.
“Without your mouth full.” Mom demanded, annoyed.
I swallowed and started again. “I’m going to Jolt-kun’s house, so we can head to Ookido-Hakase’s lab.”
“Fine, but don’t get yourself killed.” Mom said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
“I won’t,” I replied. I held the piece of toast in my mouth and I put on my tan boots. I wore them so much, no matter what the season; Jolt-kun had taken to calling them my lucky boots. I stood up, slammed my white brimmed hat on my head and went outside. I smiled. This was going to be fun.
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Sand Kentai
Why does Zomi-chan yell so much? I thought to myself and sighed, So… Tired… Must… Go back… To sleep… I thought as I climbed sleepily onto my bed and rolled into a ball. Sweet sleep…
“SAND!” I suddenly heard my mom yell, startling me so mutch I jumped up and found myself sitting in bed, “ Nozomi-chan’s coming over! GET READY!”
“But Mom, it’s almost 5:15, tell her I’m not feeling well or something…” I mumbled. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see Zomi; it was just that I was tired. And I didn’t want to go. Note that the only reason that I didn’t want to go is that I was sure that Zomi was going to pressure me into battling. When Mom didn’t reply, I sighed and got off of my bed. I dragged myself into a baggy white tee, that just made me look THAT mutch more tall and skinny. I pulled on a pair of jeans, yanked on some socks, and bushed my teeth, sadly putting my toothbrush and toothpaste into my yellow backpack when I was done. I was out of excuses, so I was going to have to suck it up.
I didn’t do anything about my hair, all of it’s yellow spiky-ness was coved by my knit cap I always wear. Don’t ask why. It’s not any of your business. My black, yes, they are completely black, eyes stared back at me on the reflection. My skin has a weird yellowish tint to it. Don’t ask about those either.
Just as I finished tieing my sneakers, there was a knock. Well, this is it home. I loved you, I thought as I opened the door. Sure enough, there was Zomi-chan, in a black and blue sleeveless top and a red mini skirt. And her lucky boots and hat, of course. Denkou was at her side, the little yellow orb she found it with tied around its neck. As usual, it was not happy. “Zomi,” I asked, “Can you wait here while I get something to eat?” I was planning to hide. Maybe that would work!
“No can do,” Zomi replied, grabbing me by the back of my shirt, “If I let you do that you could run off and hide or something.” She started to drag me, Denkou pushing my feet. This was not going to be fun. At all.
Yes, I know Nozomi's a super, gigantic Sue for having a member of the Pikachu line. And, yes, I know this is totally generic right now. Trust me, this is not a hey-look-at-me-I'ma-going-to-go-though-all-the-gyms-like-everyone-else fic. It's still bad though. But that's why I'm posting it! And, no, I don't have a fetish for japanese names. CC, please?