Author's note: Yep I redid it. I redid a lot of things, I changed it to where Blaez no longer has a legendary as a starter pokemon. I will not lie though, I never saw Latias nor Latios as legendarys, so I suppose that was my bad. Also let me state this, I am not perfect. I am going to make mistakes, lots of them. I have a friend who goes through checking for mistakes and stuff since I suck at it, so if it's something small and trivial, just let it go. Now if there is something seriously wrong, please leave a review or PM me. However that does not mean I don't accept criticism. Just tell me what you liked and what you didn't it helps me a lot. Thanks, and now onto the story.

Pokemon: Keys and Locks

Chapter One:Entrance

Look let's cut straight to it. I know this will sound crazy, and extremely improbable, but I promise everything I'm about to tell you is one hundred percent true. I guess I should explain my situation to you. My name is Blaze Venuris, I used to be a normal fourteen year old boy who lived simple life in a simple town. I guess you want more than that though, huh? Well like I said I'm fourteen years old and live in Octavian Town. I have short white hair and bright green eyes, something both of which I got from my father. I'm pretty skinny, never a big fan of sports much so that's probably why.

I'm also considered short for my age, while most fourteen year olds are supposed to be tall, strong, and outside being productive, I find myself to be quite the opposite. I like to spend my days either reading or fishing, as they manage to keep me calm and relaxed. I guess one reason fishing calms me so much is cause it reminds me of my dad. He died a few years back while travelling. We never got a body back, just two police men with a report saying of how he had fallen off a cliff when he was attacked by some pokemon. The odd part though, was one of the officers looked like he was about to break down crying. I mean I know it must of been sad scene, believe me, finding out your father died when you're only eleven is emotionally scarring. It just kinda felt odd that a random police officer who never even knew my dad would nearly break down.

He started visiting more often, to check up on us. Eventually one day he just kinda stayed, which didn't bother me much considering he came every day. It was never really official, but everyone could tell they were in love. I was okay with it, I'm glad she was able to move on. John was cool too, he had deep black hair that went down to his neck, along with a pair of purple eyes that made you confused on whether you should be scared of him or feel bad for him. He also usually had a blue jacket which I always though looked cool. My favorite part is that he never tried to be my dad, but more like an older brother. So they were able to move on, but I wasn't as able.

The day of my father's funeral was probably worse than when we first found out, for me anyways. I tried to remain as monochrome as possible, with being solemn the biggest emotion I showed. I knew it would have been normal for someone in my position to cry, I know mom was, along with the rest of the town that had showed up. See, dad was pretty popular around town for his fish, probably because he was one of the few fishermen in Octavian Town. I think it was right after the funeral when I kinda lost it. Everyone was telling me and my mom about "How sorry they were" and "He's in a better place" You know, stuff like that. After standing here for nearly an hour trying not to let any emotion, I had to let it out. Just not here...

I ran to me and my dad's favorite fishing spot, it was up on a cliff behind our house. It had a really beautiful view, especially at sunset when the sun was right against the ocean. However, it was just grey and gloomy when I got there. The minute I got there I pretty much fell to the ground and let everything I had been holding in, out. This became a common thing, as I came pretty much everyday. Some days I would cry, most I would just fish. Though there was one day when fishing didn't work.

It was about a month after the funeral, and as it turned out it was raining. I hated rain, it reminded me too much of the funeral. I started thinking, and the more I thought, the angrier I became. Why did those pokemon have to attack him when he would never harm a pokemon?! Why did he have to be so close to a cliff when he always reminded me to always be careful around ledges?! I was so angry and in tears that I started pounding on the ground below me, and I won't lie when I say that was the most idiotic thing I've ever done. So let's see, Small boy pounding on cliff edge, plus a ton of rain, you do the math. I don't think I'll forget the feeling of my stomach turn once the cliff edge collapsed. You would have thought that I would have had some final recollection, or laughed in the face of death, but no. My only thought aside from constant screaming was "Like father like son."

I think I blacked out before hitting the ground, because I woke up about twenty feet from where I thought I was gonna land, which is lucky cause I would have hit a bunch of unpleasant looking rocks. I do remember when I woke, the rain had turned into a full on storm, and that my leg was in a lot of pain. I mean yeah, the rest of my body was too, but my right leg felt a lot worse than the rest of me. After several, failed, painful attempts at standing, I decided to just sit which was much easier. That's when I noticed I wasn't alone.

There was a unconscious figure about ten feet from where I was sitting. I slowly made my over to the figure, it was covered in mud and sand so I couldn't make out much, but I knew I couldn't stay out here much longer. I grabbed a nearby stick which was able to support my weight, though it was still a challenge to stand straight, and began making my way home. I hadn't walked but a few feet when I thought about the unconscious person behind me. I couldn't just leave it here, who knows what would happen to it? It was still hell just walking though, and I wasn't even sure how I would carry them. Eventually, my conscience got the better of me and though "What would dad do?" Though my first answer was "Fall off a cliff" I went back and did my best to put my arm under and over theirs. It took a while, and a lot of pain, but I made it back to my house.

I pretty much barged through the door and muttered "Fell off cliff, broke leg, found washed up person." And I think I passed out after that. When I woke up the next day, the town's doctor, Doctor Tennant was putting a cast on my leg. He told mom and John I would be fine, that I just had to wear the cast for a while. This is when I got my first look at the person I had rescued. "It" turned out to be "She", and she was actually kinda pretty now that she wasn't covered in mud and sand. Her hair was a deep shade of red, like maroon, and had a few callicks here and there but ended in a long ponytail in back. Her eyes reminded me of a stone, topaz? No, I think it was called a fire opal. She was wearing a long sleeved grey blouse, along with some torn jeans, though both were covered in mud stains.

Doctor Tennant asked her some questions, like what her name was, where she was from, the usual. She didn't answer a single one, she didn't even speak! She just lowered her head. The Doctor said that she most likely had lost her voice, and that they would have to use some other form of communication. Mom and John weren't really sure what to do about her, we couldn't just kick her out, she had nowhere to go and no money plus the fact she had the disability of muteness. We decided to let her stay with us, there wasn't much of a choice, and how could we have lived with ourselves knowing we had just sent her off into the world without anything?

She was shy at first, doing her best to stay away from everyone, but she warmed up to us eventually. She seemed really close to John though, like she had known him before or something, maybe he just has that feeling about him? We decided to give her the nickname "Faust" which means "Luck" supposedly. I think it fit pretty well given the situation I found her in. Whenever she would eat, she would always eat like we were at some fancy restaurant. So after a few days of it, I eventually told her "You know, you don't have to eat like that. Me and John used to see who could eat the most amount of Mom's cooking." She gave me the biggest smile I've ever seen, then dived right in.

It wasn't until a few weeks after the accident that I began thinking about dad again. The thoughts from right before I fell blazed in my mind. "Why was someone who would never harm a pokemon attacked? Why would he be so forgetful about something he always hammered into my mind?" Something wasn't right, and I had to know what. I did my best to sneak out without waking Faust up, given as she was sharing a room with me. Getting out to the porch wasn't easy, especially with a broken leg. I had to use my walking stick, but I managed to finally get there.

The air was nice and cool, with the night sky being completely clear of any clouds. During the course of an hour or so, I came up with a plan. I decided to become a pokemon trainer. This way I could travel the world and find out what happened to my dad, hopefully. The only problem was this meant I would be surrounded by pokemon on a daily basis. I'd just have to get over it I guess. The next day, when I told Mom she seemed a bit skeptical, but John was all for it. He said this would be a chance for me to get a better look at life, and that I needed to go beyond this small little town. It seemed to take a while, but eventually mom agreed to it.

I had to wait a few months to get my starter, given my broken leg. It still hasn't full healed, as I have to use a stick to keep myself up sometimes. My starter turned out to be a Treecko, which was cool I guess. MY anger issues had been low since the accident thankfully, though sometimes I felt it trickle up a bit. It was the day before I set out that Faust came up to me with a piece of paper. All it said was "Can I come with?" At first I was as skeptical as Mom was, but eventually I figured I could use some human company, so with Mom and John's permission, I brought Faust along.

The day we left was a exciting one, as soon as we stepped out we were greeted by pretty much the entire town. It brought a smile to both our faces, seeing everyone here to wish us luck. Pretty much everyone was here, Doctor Tennant, Mark the blacksmith, even Mayor Felix! After a ton of "Good lucks" we finally made our way to the edge of town. Mom and John were both waiting there, Mom of course had tears in her eyes and John was grinning. Mom reminded us to eat well, don't get lost, same old motherly stuff. Though in the end, she told us just to be careful and follow our instincts. That's when she gave me my father's old hat, a Purple and white baseball cap, with a black bill to top it off.

I gave her a big hug as John came over to whisper in my ear "Find Sasoriza" I wasn't sure what it meant, or what Sasoriza was, but I nodded all the same. As mom was talking to Faust, John handed me a map and said "Go through the forest and make your way towards Scalloper City, make sure you head there first okay?" I told him we would, and then gave him a hug and thanked him, as did Faust. Even though she couldn't talk I knew she was incredibly thankful for the small trivial things we had done.

After one last big hug, and a final "Goodbye, and good luck!" We left Octavian town. We made our way through the forest, looking at the trees and the pokemon that inhabited the area. I guess it was kinda pretty, so I decided to let treeko out to get some fresh air. He walked alongside us, cool as could be. So I guess everything was going fine, until we got attacked by a demon.

Author's note again: I did my best on this, so if it's riddled with problems well then I give up cause holy hell I have been working on this for over an hour dammit. Oh right, thank you so much for viewing! Click on my name for more stories that I've done, leave a review if you want and as always I will see you, in the next chapter. Bye bye!