I realize my take on this will be very unlikable, however I do believe I am original. For being original, it is alright if this is disliked. I just ask that you try and rate this as an outsider, NOT a biased or somewhat biased person. Thanks.
Also, the song on top is Gold's/Ethan's/Hibiki's/Jou's/Takashi's character song (if he had one). I just think it fits him. Also, he had gold eyes, NOT blue.
As for his name, his birth name will be Ethan, middle Hibiki, last Gold. (Ethan Hibiki Gold). Friends will use both nicknames and Hibiki and Gold. The names Jou and Takashi (his counterparts along with Gold, Hibiki being the supposed Japanese version) will be the nicknames. Other nicknames (in other languages) will be Luth, Klarin, Armonio, Eco, and Simhyang (depending on the person).
OC's WILL be in this story. But, I want some of your OCs. And absoultely NONE of them can be considered OP/overly strong/genuis in the sense of "i can get any pkmn i want, fk u prof" and defy logic. No. MUST BE EITHER AN AVERAGE OR UNDER TRAINER/OTHER KIND OF OC. Okay?
The external link shows info on Ethan and proof of his other language names and counterparts.
Okay, I think/hope I am done now... (Dear god, never knew I made sure of things THIS much... I apologize.)
Duology
First Look
Chapter One: Ready
Ethan's POV
"We got to learn to fly at the speed of sound. If this is all I got, I'm not gonna lose it."
"I know... and I don't refuse that, Ethan." I smiled at My brown haired childhood friend.
Lyra Crystal, age ten. If we were in Kanto, we'd be going on our journey today. May twenty second, if you were ten, you were eligible to go on a Pokemon journey. I was ten, also. But here in Johto, you can't go on a journey until you were fifteen.
You had three options, normally, to choose from. A water type, Totodile. A fire type, Cynaquill. And a grass type, Chikorita. But I guess under some certain circumstances, the Professor of your region can show a fourth or fifth pokemon.
I bid Lyra farewell, the time coming close to curfew. Johto, within the past decade, has become darker with all of its criminal happenings. Kids have disappeared around Ecruteak and Goldenrod. Azeala town, famed for its Slowpoke, also had its own problem recently with their Slowpoke disappearing. For this, mom told me to get home before dinner, which is usually around 5:45 to 6:45.
I pushed my hat further down on my head, shivering a bit. When did it get this cold? It happens I guess.
A thin layer of fog appeared, making my hand twitch. Then it started to rain, or sprinkle. My eye twitched.
Yeah... normal. It happens... right?
Tunk... Tunk... Tunk...
I turned my head around, hearing the footsteps, thinking it was Lyra who forgot something. But, no. I saw a man with short black hair that reminded me of a buzz cut, sharp red-yellow eyes on me. He wore a black jacket which was open to show a white button up shirt. He also wore black pants and shoes.
He walked closer to me. I couldn't move. or rather, my body wouldn't move... Why? My golden eyes met his, which were so much like my own.
'I know those eyes...' I thought, a tingling feeling swirling in my chest. I knew him, or at least I think I did...
Tunk... Tunk... Tunk...
He stood directly in front of me now. Paling, I spoke, voice wavering a bit.
This is normal... Right? RIGHT?!
I was too nice...
"S-Sir? Are... are you lost? If you're heading to Cherrygrove, its in the opposite direction..." I was too nice for my own good, I knew that.
"Perhaps." That was all he said as he pulled out a pair of cuffs you usually saw in movies on slaves. My breath hitched. I took a step back, he taking one forward in turn. We kept doing this until he sighed.
"How boring. Well if you keep quiet, Ethan, I won't target your beloved grandparents." I growled, all sense of fear or nervousness thrown out the window.
"You leave my family out of this!" I hissed, eyes narrowing. He merely smirked, snickering a bit.
"How amusing. Now then... let's go."
...I let my rage get the best of me...
I dashed forward, hands in fists, but within one second I had my chest against a tree. He locked the cuffs onto my wrists, a hand grasping at my waist. My back was pressed tightly against his chest, making me growl at the close contact. I began to squirm, trying not to hiss or yelp when his hands touched my stomach. I was sensitive there, so much that the slightest thing besides clothes hurt.
"S-Stop! Let go of me!"
I guess my voice cracked, as he moved his hands from my stomach. A quiet sigh of relief escaped my lips, which quickly turned into a gasp as he flipped me so I was facing him. One of his arms was still around my waist.
He leaned forward, making me leaned back as I smelled the mint in his breath. God I hate mint...
...But I saw something in the moment where we locked eyes...
My eyebrows furrowed together as I winced when he jerked me forward, my hat falling into a puddle.
His eyes...
'You capture me... yet you look at me so... so intensely...'
...I knew not of what he thought...
He smirked, but it seemed sad. We simply stared at each other, apparently forgetting what we were originally doing.
...Nor of what his smirk meant...
"Who... who are y-you?" I finally asked the question, my body twitching from being in close contact with a person, along with being in the rain for so long. I bit back a sneeze.
...But the one thing I did know, the one thing I understood from our five minute meeting...
"I, Ethan Hibiki Gold," I shuddered at the way he said my name, my full name. Though strangely, it wasn't out of fear. I... don't know what to make of it.
...Was that I was caught in his web...
"Am Giovanni Sakaki." My eyes widened.
'K-Kanto's Viridian Gym Leader?!'
...And that we both felt something, when I moved...
My body jerked out of his grip, falling back. my head collided with the wet ground, making me curse. He fell with me, too. He stopped himself at the last minute by placing his hands on either side of my head. Our foreheads were touching. My breath hitched again, heart escalating, myself about to hyperventilate. Then we weren't touching.
I, hesitantly, opened my eyes. They locked with his own sort-of-gold orbs as I was very aware of the position I was in.
If anyone walked by, which I hope someone would, they would think this guy was a gang banger, no doubt.
His crotch, of course, just had to be on my own. A cold feeling enveloped me as I began to kick my legs, mouth seemingly sewn shut. I stopped as he both did nothing yet did the one thing I wish wouldn't have happened in this predicament.
...We touched in a way I had hoped to avoid, this being one of the main ways where the female in a movie got abducted, something precious taken from her...
This time I did yelp, not only because of the feeling, but because the man started to stroke my stomach. My back arched, eyes wide.
...This quickly became all too real...
'Why... me? If you do nice things for others, don't you get rewarded nicely in return? If you never committed a sin, a sin would not come upon you. Arceus... why... WHAT IN GIRATINA'S NAME DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?!'
Tears formed at the corners of my eyes and fell from my cheeks, mixing with the rain. Giovanni's eyes widened before they softened, the hand on my stomach moving to wipe them away. But the tears just kept coming as I glared hatefully up into the face of the man and the sky.
...It was too much, I never once deserved this and I knew this very well...
...Nothing. Will. Get. In. My. Way...
...Arceus, you better be ready...
...For by the time I escape this man, I will hunt you down and kill you...
My sin against god will be to kill you, and that will be my only sin from your foolish mistake, Arceus...
Yes yes... T'Was pretty obvious, right? I know... sorry... I am so unoriginal...
But am I original in the sense of a good man-boy declaring to change fate against god? (Hey, here's the Judal of Pokemon!)
I better be...
See you...in like...today or tomorrow. xD
ALSO, this story in on , too. Under Little_Italian's name.
