Hi everyone. I'm Barbella (obviously not my real name) and I'm relatively new to FanFiction! I just joined on January 2nd, 2018. Well, here's my first story, hope you like it. It's about Pokemon, and it's nice to meet you all.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon.

Leaf

"Leaf. It's almost time for you to go onstage." Carly told me. I nodded back at her.

I'm assuming you require an introduction.

My name is Leaf Selena Green. I'm three weeks into being sixteen years old, and I dropped out of school two years ago. I don't live with my parents; I live by myself in the expensive areas of Nimbasa City, far away from my original home. It all started when careless little Leaf, 14 at the time, went out with a 19 year old boy and got date raped, then knocked up. Of course, my god damned bitches of parents went bonkers and kicked me out of the house, while I was still pregnant, and due to my poor living standards of slums and ghettos, I had a miscarriage.

But thankfully, my stomach went flat again, and turns out over the months, my body started to change too. Hormones went wild and gave me wide hips, big butt and small waist, basically an hourglass figure. Except my boobs, those were still growing. Currently, I'm like a C… Anyway, my hair got longer, my face got more mature from the harsh conditions, my green eyes got greener and… steelier; my body got fitter and more toned from shoplifting and running from cops, and all that. Once when I was fifteen, though, they almost caught me. They'd thrown a knife at me, and it sliced my stomach, where I have a scar up until today. Oh, and I have a nose piercing and a tattoo of a leaf on my right arm.

Anyway, I lost my chubbiness and got slimmer and more toned, also more developed, and one good thing came out of all of this. Wanna know?

Dance. I love dance with my entire being.

I'd started dancing when I was 9, mostly ballet until I got kicked out. Then I started taking up contemporary dance, so I'm like REALLY flexible. I've got reflexes, too, like that of a thief, and I've gotten streetwise. I know how to fight and defend myself. I learned how to dance from the local club here, and it wasn't long before I realized that with my amazing dance skills and my body I could get a job easily at one of the biggest nightclubs in the country. The Scarlet.

So I applied for a job… as a stripper. It pays hella good money, too, and it's the only way I've been able to survive. This is my life. I'd started out small, doing backup dances for main shows, until I'd become so popular that the management had to give me my own section of the shows, and eventually organizing whole events for me. Now? I was pretty proud. There was nowhere you'd go in this country that my stage name, Emerald Ocean, was unrecognizable.

To describe myself in a few words… runner, dancer, gymnast, really good with all weapons, smart, and sexy. Yeah. I know I'm sexy.

That's why I'm popular. And no, I haven't screwed anyone since I got pregnant.

I glanced at myself in the mirror one last time. Sparkling gold bandeau, low-rise shiny green miniskirt, green choker and gold earrings, gold bracelet. High ponytail, green bow on the side of my head, silver waistbead, and gold knee-high gladiator sandals. Rushing to the stage, I took my place behind the heavy red curtains, waiting for the host to announce me for yet another stunning performance. Then, taking a deep breath, I stepped onto the stage, spotlight on me, while thunderous applause sounded. Standing still, I listened as the music played. Listened. And as the music began to ebb and flow its way into and through my body, I knew it was time to start dancing. In the stripper way, mind you. I made my way over to the pole.

Put your arms all around it

Take it now that you've found it

It don't need to be no deeper

It's finders keepers

I shimmied over to the pole, grinding my hips against it, then sliding down with my back arched seductively. The wolf-whistles were starting to sound, and I smirked as I continued. Then the music changed, and 'Earned it' began to play. I let go of the pole and started dancing freely.

I 'ma care for you

I 'ma care for you, you, you, you

Flint

Sitting down at a bar stool, I watched the dancer on stage.

I was the vice principal of a dance school, The Unova Academy of Dance. We needed new recruits this year, and we had a lot of applicants. Some didn't qualify, so I, as an ambassador of the school, had been sent out to search for new talent. When a friend of mine had told me about someone named Emerald Ocean, a fabled goddess at dancing, I just had to come and see for myself.

I had to say, I was impressed. This girl could dance. The way she moved was… mesmerizing. The only problem was that stripper dancing wasn't really permitted, but with enough training, I was sure she could pick a dance style suitable for her. I decided to speak with her after the show.

Leaf

Smirking, I let the music work its way through me. I hadn't ever needed to practice a routine; my freestyle dancing was good enough. When I was through, the applause was even more than when I had started. I winked and blew a kiss before heading backstage.

As I walked over to my mirror, an attendant told me that someone was asking to see me. Rolling my eyes, I sighed. Probably another one of those obsessed pedophiles.

Walking out, I caught sight of a man, in his twenties or forties, with curly red hair and a yellow jacket.

"Can I help you?" I asked boredly.

"Hello, miss Ocean." He held out a hand. "I'm Flint."

Taking it, I shook it warily. "So?"

"I manage the Unova Academy of Dance, and—" My eyes went wide.

"The Unova Academy if Dance?! I've heard of it! I heard that school has the best of the best dancers in all of Unova, Kanto, Johto and Sinnoh! Like, it's ranked highest! Oh my God… So… you…"

"Yes, Miss Ocean. I've seen your dancing abilities, and I would like to recruit you into my school." He handed me a piece of paper. "What do you say?"

I looked at the paper. "Is this…"

"A ticket? Yes."

Studying it, I thought hard. I really wanted to go to that school, but I'd built up such a strong name for myself, and such fame, that I'd grown used to. That didn't mean I liked it, but…

Was I ready for the universe to throw me into a whole different continuum?

I took a deep breath.

"Yes. I would love to go to your school and learn as much about dance as I can!" I squealed happily, my teenage side coming out. Flint grinned.

"Great. The flight's tomorrow morning at 9. See you then!" Flint waved and walked off.

Amazeballs!

The next morning, 7:30 a.m.

RING! RING!

I groaned tiredly, shutting off the alarm. Why did I agree to wake up so early again?

Then it hit me.

Scrambling out of bed, I showered, brushed my hair and got dressed. I wore a nude colored scoop neck sleeveless crop top, a medium brown miniskirt, a black purse and black lace up thigh high heeled boots. Spraying perfume, I took my luggage. I'd said goodbye to everyone at eh club yesterday, and they were very sad to see me go. Still, they wished me luck.

I stepped out of my apartment and entered the taxi. We sped off at an amazing speed, and I checked my phone only to see that I had a message from my neighbor. Someone had been to see me just now? I shook off the thought and sat quietly until we reached the airport.

"Thank you," I told the driver.

"No problem."

Walking into the airport, I stepped up to the Unova counter. I wasn't getting many stares, thank god. Not from perverts, because I was wearing a big fuzzy fur jacket to cover me up, and not from fans, because my hair was up in a short black wig and I wore sunglasses.

I waited in line until it was my turn.

"Passport and ticket, please." The young male attendant said. "ID?"

When he looked at my ID, his eyes grew wide.

"Emerald Ocean?!" he whispered in awe.

"Shhhh. I really don't want anyone to know that I'm here. Just keep it quiet, okay?" He nodded.

I went through the check in, and proceeded with my hand luggage to the walkthrough thingy. As I dropped my bag, I was about to go through, but I was stopped.

"Um, miss, you'll have to remove your coat," the lady said, making me cringe. Sighing, I shrugged off my coat, and it didn't help that the next few people in line were all males. I think I heard a whistle…

I hurried up and boarded the flight, where I fell asleep. When we landed in Unova two hours later, I stepped off the plane and collected my check-in luggage. Reaching outside, I saw a cab driver with a sign saying 'E.O'.

Wow. I was even known in Unova. I walked towards him. "That's me."

The driver didn't say a word, just took my luggage and drove me to the school. When we entered the gates, I couldn't help but stare in awe.

"This place is amazing," I breathed, stars in my eyes. As I exited the car, I continued to stare at the buildings, not even flinching when my bags were carried into the lobby. I snapped out of it and followed the man.

As I was running, I bumped into someone and fell down.

"Ow…" I moaned, rubbing my head. Who was that?

"Who are you?" a low voice said with disgust. I looked up, and… oh my.

There was a sex god in front of me. With damn spiky golden hair, and piercing green eyes. And don't get me started on his manly, handsome features…

"Ooh la la," I said seductively, wriggling my eyebrows. The guy looked creeped out.

"Excuse me?" a shrill voice exclaimed. Only then did I notice that there was a skinny blonde perched on his arm. "What did you say to my boyfriend, you bitch? How dare you! Do you have any idea who I am? You worthless idiot!"

I almost laughed. Alright, then. This bitch asked for it, I'ma give it to her.

"Worthless idiot? Mind repeating that, hoe?"

She gasped in shock, and her boyfriend stepped in.

"Okay, I don't know who the hell you are, but I'm not going to stand here and watch you insult my girlfriend, right? So we're going to leave. Don't ever speak to us again… you're too low-class." They walked away, the girl smiling 'sweetly.'

Maybe I should shock them a little.

"Excuse me!" I called. They turned around to my smirking face, and ever so slowly, I lifted my sunglasses.

I quickly took out my phone and snapped pictures of their faces. The girl, snapping out of it, rushed up to me.

"Emerald Ocean?! Please, I MUST get an autograph!"

I eyed her like she was a piece of three-year old rotting gum stuck to the bottom of my shoe. "Ew. Bitch, get away from me. I don't speak to worthless, low-class idiots like you."

I blew her a kiss, winked, and cat walked into the building, knowing they were watching.

Ha. Serve you right, bitch.

So what do you guys think? Some reviews would be appreciated… let me know how you found it! No flames. Just constructive criticism.

Peace! -Barbella