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It's been done numerous times before, and I think it's a bit . . . Okay, a lot clichéd already. But still, it is fun throwing them into a school setting. I'm going to write what happens in school. No Pokémon BTW, it makes it really hard to write with Pokémon battles popping up everywhere. Ages are as follows:
Fourth year seniors:
Yellow-15
Blue(Girl)-16
Red-16
Green-16
Third year seniors:
Crystal-14
Lyra-14
Gold-15
Silver-15
Second year juniors:
Sapphire-12
Ruby-13
Black-13
White-12
First year juniors:
Platina-10
Pearl-11
Diamond-11
Bianca- 10
The school they go to is a combined school; y'know, elementary, college and high school in one division. Yeah, that.
Disclaimer/s: I wouldn't need a fanfic if I owned Pokémon Special.
Prologue
"Yellow! Get yourself outta bed and get a move on, you don't want to be late dear!"
"H-huh?'
"It's the first day, and it's seven fifteen."
"Aw geez, I'm late!"
I ricocheted out of bed and put on my uniform, a navy blue skirt and blouse, a silver necktie, a gray sweater, knee-high socks and black doll shoes. I dove for my school bag and put on my school I.D, stumbling down the stairs and grabbing a single piece of bread as I ran out the door.
"Bye, uhm, Carissa!" I called out as I made my way through the forest.
"Have fun, Yellow!" She called back, sending me off as I ran for the nearby school.
In case you've been wondering, my name is Yellow Haruko. I'm fifteen and I attend a school in Viridian called Special Talents and Arts Institute, it's this school with the three levels of school, (elementary, high school and college) and I am currently starting my first day in fourth year high school there. And Carissa, if you're wondering, isn't my mom, or sister. We're not related, in any way possible. She's just a very nice lady sent by foster care to "look after" me because I'm an orphan and I'm still a minor, too young to be living on my own. Believe me, she knows I can take care of myself, but she makes an effort to do what she can when she can. But she's only there in the morning. I'm alone at night, thank goodness.
I approached school, slinging my ID around my neck as I passed by the ever vigilant guards. Sometimes when I lose my ID I can slip past them, since I'm kinda short and quiet for my age, but the general rule is that no ID, you have no entry whatsoever. I wove my way around the new students that were assembling in the quadrangle for their first day briefing, stalking up the three flights of stairs that led to the fourth floor classrooms. A-1, A-2 . . . A-4. I wonder if I'll know anyone at all . . .
I stepped inside the open classroom, seeing a lot of familiar faces. I knew them, but they sure as heck don't know me. I've been with them since first grade, but I'm so shy and quiet that I'm almost never noticed. But that's actually a good thing; I have very poor socializing skills. I took my usual seat in these rooms; the last chair at the very right corner near the windows. I sat down, dropped my bag near the end of my feet and proceeded sketching an early morning sunrise. All was really peaceful until . . .
"HI YELLOW-SAN!"
I winced as someone shoved their face into mine, staring into my hazel-brown eyes with her sea-blue ones. Blue Katsumi, my best friend since first grade and the only girl who ever understood me, despite being my exact opposite. She rarely- if not never- loses, and she almost always gets what she wants. Reason? Very simple . . . She has this "way" of using her "feminine charm" to manipulate people to her will. Very scary, I know. But she's a really sweet gal through and through. Also, she's tough and pretty.
"Hey Blue." I laughed as she took the seat in front of me. Then she faced back, seeing the five-minute time left before homeroom commences.
"So . . . I heard there are some new students from Pallet Town coming today . . ." She winked, leaning in closer. Being from Viridian Forest, I never really interacted with the cities nearby much. Blue was from Pallet Town, and she knew nearly everyone everywhere and vice versa. She's really popular.
"And you might know them?" I asked her.
"Silly, I can't know them this time." She sighed.
"What?" I asked her, my head shooting up from my sketch book.
"I said-"
"No, no, no!" I shook my head and hands as I stopped her in mid-sentence. "I know what you said! It's just that . . . How could you not know them? You know EVERYONE!" I said, emphasizing the last part.
"True." Blue nodded. I sweat dropped. How . . . vain. "But . . . They're just different somehow . . . I've never seen them around before."
"You've never . . . Please tell me you haven't sneaked into the principal's office to steal a look at the student profiles . . ." I trailed off, seeing her theatrical look of classic innocence appear on her face. "But of course you already have . . ."
"Look, they're coming after homeroom, in . . . History? Oh yes, I HATE history! And they're really cute." She winked as the morning bell rang. "I hope someone catches your eye this year; you really need some socializing Yell. It's not healthy to keep your head buried in a sketchbook." She waved a finger as homeroom proceeded.
*After Homeroom, in the midst of History*
Blue let out a long but still unbelievably heard sigh of eternal depression and boredom. No one and I mean no one ever liked History in Kimyouna. It's just a really painful and boring reminder of the stupid choices mankind has made over the centuries. Like starting wars and bombing the regions for no apparent reason whatsoever. It's just really depressing and boring, especially if the teacher is really generic like our teacher right-
*SLAM!*
"Miss Katsumi!"
Every head turned to the teacher to see what happened. He was holding a textbook angrily and flatly on the board, indicating that that was the source of the slamming sound. Then everyone turned to Blue. She was holding a small, blue, rectangle-shaped object inconspicuously in her small sling bag. She was smiling, but the look in her eyes indicated her fear.
She had been caught playing her DS.
Nearly everyone played their consoles, phones and other entertainment devices behind propped up books and under rigged desks and bags, and with us being in a special school no one ever got caught. Not even rarely.
But this time was an exception.
"Uh, y-yes, yes?" Blue asked nervously. She was sweating bullets, and she rarely got nervous.
"Would you care to answer my question, Miss Katsumi?"
"Uh, your, uhm . . . Question?" Blue gulped. I face palmed. C'mon Blue, you can do better than that!
"Yes. And you don't expect me to repeat it do you?" The teacher raised an eyebrow with mock sweetness. Teacher psychology 101; act sweet but with no mercy. I knew their style. "Surely you must have been listening."
"Uhm, uh, I-I, uh-"
*Creak*
Everyone turned their heads to watch the door creak open. Because that rarely ever happened, everyone was looking at the door oddly. Well, everyone except me and Blue. Blue sighed a quiet sigh of relief, and I just focused on my sketchbook.
"I'm so sorry to intrude Professor." I heard the principal mutter.
"It's fine Ma'am." Our teacher bowed.
"Children," Children? Really? What are we, elementary? I thought to myself. But then I realized that that was rude. I quickly muttered a quiet apology. "These are the new students. Good luck." She said to the teacher and new students and left.
"This appears to be . . . Green Oak and Red Takeshi."
I chanced a look up. I saw Blue first. She had the look in her eyes when she felt the need to pester and drag someone around . . . When she found someone worthy of her pestering skills. When she thought someone looked cute.
And that almost never happens. But when it does, it's bound to lead to bad things.
Like in third grade . . . With the flying desk incident . . .
Don't ask.
Just . . .
Don't.
I looked to see what got her staring. When my eyes reached the front, my eyes met with someone's crimson-red eyes.
Huh?
Then I realized I was staring . . . At the new guy . . . Named Red . . . So . . . I was paying attention?! Nope, that's not the surprising point; it's Blue who never listens. No, I must have missed something
.
.
.
Crap, he was staring back at me! I looked away, blushing at the realization. I felt really awkward then, and I made it a point to not look up again unless the bell has rung or unless the teacher threatens me with a detention. Blue kicked me under my seat. I winced.
"What?" I demanded, mouthing the words.
"Someone you like?" She mouthed back, giggling. I looked down, trying to hide my blush and kicked her back- hard.
"OW!" She yelled, catching everyone's attention. Since no one saw me kick her, I looked away innocently as people stared at her like she was insane (Which she actually is sometimes).
"Keep it down, Miss Blue." Our teacher frowned as Blue sweat dropped with a hand on her mouth. "NowRed, since Miss Haruko has caught your attention, please sit next to her. Green, take the seat in front of him." The teacher instructed, mentioning my name with utter wickedness, like he suddenly turned into a Blue clone or something.
"Yes sir." They nodded. Crap, why does the universe hate me?! I gently put my head on my desk, careful not to look at the seat to me right. Blue is never going to let me live this down! I looked at the clock.
11:05 a.m.
I slammed my fist on my leg. KILL ME NOW!
*Lunchtime*
"So, I'm guessing that Red caught your eye . . ." Blue winked as we walked to the courtyard for lunch. I squinted in the summer sun, looking for two particular people. I nearly tripped.
"Don't joke around like that." I sighed, blushing again and refusing to talk to her unless she changed the subject.
"Oh c'mon, we're best friends! WE TELL EACH OTHER EVERYTHING!" She yelled at me, shaking me in the middle of the school steps. People stopped to stare as I sweat dropped.
"Yeah, but there's nothing to tell. Red didn't catch my eye-"
"I didn't catch what?"
I flinched. How come he has to be there now of all times? Darn it, Blue!
"Oh, we were just talking about y-OW!" Blue yelled as I kicked the back of her knee.
"Don't." I whispered as she shivered.
"I meant, we were meeting some friends! Ahahaha . . ." Blue rubbed the back of her head in rashness.
"Senior Yellow, Senior Blue! Hi!"
"And . . . There they are." I smiled. "Hi Crys, Sapph!"
"Hey Seniors- oh hey freshman Senior!" Sapphire called out, noticing Red.
"Uhm, guys this is Red. Red, this is Crystal Satomi, third year and Sapphire Birch, second year." Blue introduced.
"Hey." Red grinned. "Ah, Green's waiting for me at the gate. See you guys in class!" He called out, looking at his watch and running off.
"Wow Senior Blue, he's really cute!" Sapphire laughed, elbowing her and winking. "Eh? Eh? Do ya like him?"
"Whoa there Sapphy." Blue laughed. "Red there is Yellow's, isn't that right?" She teased. I flushed bright red.
"At least you met someone nice today! I met a really, really obnoxious playboy this morning . . . He drives me nuts!" Crys fumed, kicking a random can and sending it flying out of school premises, literally.
"Oh?" Blue grinned, sitting down under the shade of the tree we usually ate under. We followed her and started unpacking our lunches. "Do tell." She smilled deviously.
"Okay, it started out like this . . ."
*Earlier, in the Third year's second period*
~Crystal's POV~
"Now class, welcome them warmly. Take any seat available." The teacher waved. I stared at my textbook, paying no attention to the people filling in. It's the same thing every year; freshmen come in, introduction and whatnot, then back to class. I didn't have time for socializing, though, so I just focused on my Science Textbook peacefully until . . .
"Hi, I'm Gold. Who're you?" He whispered from beside me. A freshman.
"I'm no one. Ignore me like everyone else and have fun. Don't bother me I'm busy." I replied flatly. I took out my notebook and started writing. He sighed.
"
Geez, you're no fun at all. You're super serious. A super serious gal is sitting beside me. I mean . . . Super serious gal sits beside me." He snickered. My hand froze in place.
"What?"
"You're way too serious for your own good." He repeated, transferring his golden cap on my head.
"Gold, we'll get in trouble!" I said through grit teeth. "Go away and play with your console, or go bother someone else."
"Oh-ho, you know my name!" He grinned. I flushed.
"I didn't say anything. I don't know who you are. Go away," I told him again, taking off his cap and putting it in my lap. "Go . . . Flirt with a fangirl or something!"
"I heard you say my name. I'm not deaf. Entirely." He smirked. Then he eyed my lap. "I see you like my hat. Why not keep it? Why not tell me your name too?" He teased. I looked down and realized that it was still lying limply on my lap.
"Tsk, I just want to study. Talk to me later?" I pleaded as the teacher looked my way and I froze.
"As long as you'll talk to me, fine!" He half-yelled in my ear. "You're cute when you're angry." He teased again.
"Shut up Gold." I grit my teeth harder.
"Ha! You said my na- oof!" He didn't finish because I threw his hat in his face. "You still said my name~. And you promised to talk to me later, Super Serious Gal!" He mused.
"Super serious what?" I asked him.
"Since you won't tell me your name, I'll call ya Super Serious Gal." He snickered, like it was the most logical explanation in the world.
"My name is Crystal." I huffed angrily.
"What's that? Crystal was it?" Gold leaned towards my desk in mock curiosity. I shoved him away.
"Yes." I growled.
"Heh, pretty name for a pretty girl." He smiled. I growled and blushed.
"Go flirt with someone else." I told him again.
"But it's fun flirting with you." He pouted theatrically. I blushed a deeper shade of crimson. "And besides; I know you're really fun on the inside. Just lighten up." He grinned.
"I don't have time for fun." I sighed as I took down my notes, finally in peace.
*Present time*
~Yellow's POV~
"Wow Crys, that was . . . Something." I blinked, sweat dropping a bit at her story. Gold seemmed really persistent to talk to her, and his means of conversation were really . . . Uhm, unique. But he stilll called talking to Crystal "flirting", so does that mean that he-
"He likes you Crystal!" Blue exclaimed, clasping her hands together and verbally finishing my thoughts.
Water was spat.
Crystal hacked, wiping the water from her mouth. Sapphire winced at the sight of her choking, and she handed her a handkerchief to wipe the water she spat. I laughed nervously, and Sapph stared at us oddly.
"Him? Like me? Th-that's ridiculous!" She laughed nervously.
"What's wrong with this Gold senior liking Crystal? I like a lot of boys and girls, what's wrong with liking someone?" Sapphire asked, still staring at us oddly.
"Uh, you'll understand when-" I was about to tell her that she'll understand when she's older, but Blue had already jumped next to her. Now she was whispering in her ear and explaining everything with a very corrupt and dreamily thought speech on the different meanings of "like". I fell, anime style. "Not again." I face palmed when I got up. Crystal was still busy getting water out of her lungs, and I just waited for trouble to commence.
"Oh, so when you guys say 'like' it actually means 'love' but only when you're talking about a boy and a girl!" Sapphire nodded happily. "Oh, okay!"
"And my work is done." Blue giggled, sitting back down beside me.
"So Gold's in love with Crystal!"
Crystal choked on her lunch.
Again.
Yep, it was going to be a really long day indeed.
*Dismissal*
"Hey Yells, wanna come over?" Blue asked me. I hesitated for a moment, weighing out my time for homework and my time with her.
"Yeah, sure, why not?" I smiled, shoving my books into my locker and slamming it shut.
"Oh, bring your DVDs, alright?"
"Why? It's not a friday." I told her. I had some of the school's most widely sought after CDs, and Blue and I often watch it on fridays. But today was a monday, why would she ask me to bring them . . .?
"Because I said so." She replied. I sweat dropped. "Bring at least one."
"Oh, is Pitch Perfect fine?" I asked her. It was one of my most watched movies of all time, despite it having some . . . PG-18 . . . Words . . .
"Perfect." She grinned. "Change into something casual and meet me at the entrance to Viridian Forest."
"Me? Meet you? In Viridian Forest?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Nothing. Oh right, homework, Blue. Don't forget about your homework." I reminded her, stalking out of the school gates and walking the opposite direction from her.
"Damn, why do they even give damn homework on the first damn day of damn school?" She yelled back, pumping her fist in the air like she was leading a great revolution for the freedom of the country or something like that. I sweat dropped again (I seem to sweat drop a lot when Blue is involved); that was a lot of usage of one swear word.
"Uh, because school is corrupted, a torture facility, a way for adults to send us away and because the universe hates nice people like us and that's why the word 'homework' crawled out from heck to haunt us for the rest of our lives?" I answered uncertainly. I have used that reason once again before when Blue asked this, mainly because Crys wrote answers to these kinds of questions for me and this is the one that I remembered clearly.
"A very logical explanation, my partner in crime!" Blue nodded, turning back and walking away.
". . . Wait, what? Partner in what?" I called out as I heard her snickers disappear behind the hill.
I changed into a black turtleneck, a yellow t-shirt, jeans and a pair of white rubber shoes immmediately when I got home. I fixed the way my yellow hair was held up, put on my straw hat and grabbed my sling bag. I threw a some stuff inside before I headed out the door to the entry of the forest. I was walking in the forest, listening to the singing birds and cicadas, watching as the five-o-clock sun dipped below the trees, bathing the forest in golden orange rays.
A few other sounds could be heard, like people setting up a tent and the sound of a small, flowing river. But that was only because some people tend to camp out here and because there's a small river snaking around the forest before flowing into Viridian Lake.
When I neared the Viridian Forest entrance I heard two conversing people. I was never one to eavesdrop, but you would act upon impulse to if you heard them mention your name.
"Yellow Haruko, student 202."
"Tell me something, Aika . . . Why is she so special?"
"Well . . . You can probably guess. She is a Viridian child."
"Aah, very interesting indeed. I guess it is only fair that we help her."
Huh, help me? What? How? Who are they?
A million questions flooded my head. Who were they? Then I heard Blue calling.
"Yellow, where are you?" She called out, running towards the forest. Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no!
"Blue Katsumi, isn't she a part of the scholarship program also?"
"Yes, she is. Now isn't that lucky?" I had a short conflict with myself before I decided to use my "special talent". For the sake of Blue and I, I had to. "Who are you?" I growled, zipping up the trees and dropping down behind them. "What do you want?" I asked, my hands glowing a soft yellow.
"Miss Haruko." One, the woman apparently by her voice, laughed sinisterly. "How very convenient. Are you here to demonstrate your talent?" She said, not even bothering to face me. I stood my ground, unmmoving from my battle stance. She laughed darkly some more as Blue kept running, oblivious to the incoming threat. It seemed like she never . . . Even . . . Saw them . . .
"Yellow, what are you doing?" She asked, slowing down a bit to catch her breath. She eventually stopped, failing epically at catching her breath. Sweet Arceus, how many miles did she run?!
*SLAM!*
Then the strangers hit me head on, slamming into my chest and sending me flying. I slipped deep into the forest, trying to breathe normally From the blow they gave me. Blue's cry echoed in my ears briefly before I slammed my back into a tree, silence engulfing every fiber of my current being.
I slumped down onto the ground, my breathing still abnormal from the blow in the chest. The forest throbbed with the healing energy I've always known, but I could never, nor want to, heal myself with it, no matter how bad my condition is. I winced as I got up, supporting myself on the tree. My chest felt like a thousand tons of metal were crushing it, and I couldn't see clearly.
*SNAP*
The sound of snapping twigs made me look up, seeing the woman approach me. She still hadn't removed the scarf covering her face.
"I'm sorry I had to do this." She said in a completely unmerciful way. She bent over, holding a small siringe.
"Aah-aah," I muttered, collapsing. She held the syringe and plunged it into my arm. It stung, but I felt this sudden urge to sleep.
"YELLOW!" Was all I heard. A girl's voice calling out my name. Then an ear-piercing scream as someone fell down beside me. I closed my eyes, slumping down into black peacefulness.
"Sweet dreams, Talents."
*Back in school*
~Crystal's POV~
"Hey Sapph, do you really think that Gold . . ." I asked. I knew it was pointless since she would misunderstand because Blue corrupted her thinking, but I had to start some sort of conversation on our way home from school.
"Well . . . If Blue were to reply, I think I'd have to say I agree with her, because she would say this: 'He's good for you. You keep trying to push him away. You keep trying to tell him to go away and leave you alone, but he's a persistent one. He talks to you, you reply, you socialize.' Yeah, I'd have to agree with that." Sapphire grinned, showing her wild fangs.
"Eh? What has Blue done to you?" I asked in disbelief.
"Well . . ." She started.
"Uh, don't answer that."
We dropped the topic and walked in comfortable silence. Until . . .
"Look, it's the scholars!"
"Satomi and Birch."
. . .
"Damn, did ya hear that?" Sapphire growled, lowering herself on all fours. When she got into her feral position, it means her senses had picked something.
"Watch your language." I mumbled, holding my bag in a weapon-like position. "And yeah, I heard that."
"NOW!"
Two figures juped from the left and the right, surrounding me and Sapph. I wondered what the hell was happening . . . How do they know us?!
"Freakin' move Crys!"
But the warning came too late. Something cold and hard hit my head, knocking me to the ground. The world spun, and I think my head was bleeding. Just a little later Sapph landed behind me, knocked out cold by a blow in the same place and at the same time a tranquilizer on her arm.
"Crys?" I heard a call come from afar. A familiar voice . . .
"I'm sorry we had to do this." The strangers said monotonously.
"G-Gold . . ." I whispered to the far-off figure before blacking out.
"Sleep tight, Scholars."
Damn, I suck at prologues. X_X I am so sorry I have been cruel. But . . . I just wanted to create some sort of conflict at the start- *Dodges glares* - I am sooooo damn sorry for torturing the girls, but please trust me, it'll all be FINE in the progressing chapters- if I ever continue this.
R&R, for mischaracteristics, typos, and other epic fails because it'll help me a lot, and because I hate typos and I'm sure you do too. X_X" Urgh . . . Sorry if I suck at this. Constructive criticism is really appreciated.