What am I doing? Writing a Pokémon Story instead of moving my ass and finishing up my Fullmetal Alchemist Stories? Yes, yes I am. Don't worry I'm working on the FMA one's too.
This is pretty much a little bit of blatant advertisement for a Pokémon RP site that's being made using the only characters on the site so far. Oh well, it's fun to write the story too.
I do not own Pokémon, I do own Karvar, Tepirr, the region.
This is more of a prologue than the actual story.
Most people can say that they remember their parents, that they remember what they looked like or did. I can't remember any of that. Well, that's a lie, I can remember one thing my dad did but it's not something good.
My mom, well, she was sick when pregnant with me, or that's what I've been told all my life, she was really sick, and the birth was too much for her. I was born pretty sick too, almost didn't make it either, but I got better, eventually.
My dad blamed me for my mom's death, saying that if I hadn't been born that she would have survived, blah, blah, you know all that stuff. I didn't care, his words meant nothing to me, why should the words of a man who you hardly ever see matter to you?
He left for good when I was three years old, and I didn't care at all. I wasn't sad about it, but I wasn't happy.
I was raised by my older brother, seven years older than me. He did his best to raise me, using what money our dad brought back before he left, but when he left he cut us off completely, that was why I wasn't happy about it, and my brother was losing his childhood to work so that I could have one.
I felt like shit because of it.
Our neighbors were kind though, they would often invite us over to eat, hire my brother and I for simple work with very generous pay. Everyone in our small was actually kind to us.
The Market would give us a little discount, the man working there would often sneak me candy.
We were close, my brother and I, growing up relying on each other did that. Despite being complete opposites- he was outgoing, cheerful, and a very likable person, I was angry, bitter and it took people time to warm up to me and vice versa- we complimented each other perfectly.
When the other kids made fun of me for being so small, the runt of the family they would say, and he would come home to find me angry and crying, I would be brought up to his room. He would bring me onto his lap and hold me, telling me that he had been tiny when he was my age, and that it took a year after puberty started before he got tall.
It gave me a little of that childish hope, that innocent desire to be tall and not so damn short.
My brother was working with whatever he could to make a living, but he never forgot his dream. Tepirr wanted to be a Pokemon professor, and when his friends left to become trainers and sent Pokemon back home, he would take care of them and watch over them.
I would help him take care of the Pokemon, I really did love being with them.
I was six when our Pokemon Professor, Professor Donald took him under his wing.
Though we hardly saw each other now, Tepirr had to work long hours, when I did see him I could see he was just so much more alive. That was enough for me not to complain or get angry about feeling abandoned while he followed his dream.
Occasionally he would bring girls or boys over, sending me out to play with the Pokemon or do something out of the house. I was eight years old when I finally understood what sexuality was, understanding that Tepirr didn't give a shit about that. It took a little longer to figure out what everyone meant when they called my brother a major Flirt and Lovable Playboy. No one hated him when he played his little heart games, because he never meant any harm and he did care for everyone.
It would be easier to explain this by just saying that Tepirr loved everyone.
I was getting angrier as I grew up, Tepirr would joke and call me 'My little Primeape', as my temper was starting to resemble that of one. One of my classmates would always say out loud 'I wonder how so much rage can fit in such a tiny body' just to piss me off.
I usually got sent home early when he said that with a suspension note.
He usually got sent home early bruised and crying.
When I was ten years old, I was at my most volatile point, it didn't take much to set me off in a rant or a violent fit of punches and kicks, and I hated myself so much because I knew I was disappointing the only family I ever had.
I wanted to calm down, to lose my rage but I couldn't, it was a part of me and I didn't know how to lose it, and I was scared of asking for help in controlling it.
It was a Pokemon I found that helped me control my rage and calm down, it was my best friend who helped calm the monster forming inside of me. She helped start me down my future path.
And there you have it, one short Opening. This is my first Pokémon story so I will ask for readers to help me out here, give me pointers if I screw something up or let me know if I screwed it up.
