A/N: Hey guys! Okay, so like I said this fic takes place during Heartgold/ Soulsilver and is a Gold x Harem. When it gets there, everyone will be at least sixteen. I don't like the idea of children being in relationships. They should retain their innocence as long as possible.
Firm Harem list is as follows:
Misty
Sabrina
Whitney
Jasmine
The final slot is a toss-up between Lyra and Janine, so I'll probably have a poll up to get your opinions. I will be taking a few liberties with the story, but that's the beauty of fanfiction. Let's get it on!
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, etc.
Warning: This story will contain graphic depictions of violence, gore, and Pokemon abuse. Sexual themes and scenes will be present.
Chapter 1: Starting Out
I started my Pokemon journey a few years late, mostly because Professor Elm convinced me to stick around and help him out as much as possible. Of course, his daughter, Lyra never really went on a journey, per se, but she had her Marill with her all the time. Naturally, I was jealous. I saw her every day when I helped her dad around the lab, and I watched countless ten-year-olds get a starter Pokemon before me. I'd never even left New Bark Town.
I woke up on my thirteenth birthday, expecting just another day.
"Ethan! Time to wake up dear!" my mom called up to me, sounding very chipper. I groaned loudly and rolled over, pulling the covers over my head. I could feel her harrumph from there.
"Professor Elm said he needed your help with something! Get up!" I groaned again and sat up, my hair messy and skewed in all sorts of directions. I rolled off my bed and stretched, groaning as my back popped repeatedly.
I dressed quickly in my usual attire: a pair of white and red shoes, black cargo shorts, a black t-shirt hidden under my favorite red hoodie, and my black and yellow hat, on backwards with my bangs sticking out of the hole. The hat was the only thing I'd ever gotten from my father, who died before I was born. Once I was dressed I brushed my teeth quickly, then slung my backpack over my shoulder and bolted down the stairs. I was headed directly for the door when my mom stepped in front of me.
"Don't forget this, dear," she said brightly as she held out my Pokegear. The phone feature was basically the only thing I used it for, since the map only showed to Cherrygrove, and I didn't have the radio app. I took it and clipped it around my wrist, then walked outside, after grabbing an apple. I was immediately tackled my a fluffy blue blob, a loud shout of 'Riiilll!" echoing in my ears.
"Oh! Ethan! You caught Marib!" I heard Lyra say. I grabbed Marib, her Marill, and pulled her off my face, which she had been hugging tightly. I held her out at arms length.
"Yes, Lyra, I caught your Pokemon for you again, because you're both too hyperactive to sit still longer than four minutes." Lyra gave me a sweet smile and held out her arms for a hug. I sighed and gave in. Lyra and I had been best friends since we were born, and were nigh inseparable before she got Marib. Her dad liked to joke that he'd have to take my trainer's card if we ever dated, but the chances of that happening were slim to none.
Don't get me wrong, I've had a crush on Lyra since I was eight, and she's very attractive; soft brown hair, always tied up in twin tails under her white bowl hat, a nice figure covered modestly in her red shirt and over-all cut-offs, and warm green eyes. But she's a bit... ditzy. The girl has the attention span of a Zigzagoon, and wouldn't know anything about romance if she was slapped by a Luvdisc.
Despite all that, she's a very kind and caring person, which is what made me like her in the first place.
I released the hug and handed her Marib, who whined sadly.
"My mom told me your dad needs my help, so I'll talk to you later."
" 'kay!" was all I got before she dashed off, laughing madly and chasing Marib. I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose, then turned toward the lab. New Bark is a small town, but even so, it took me a few minutes to reach the Pokemon Lab. When I did, I saw a red-haired boy about my own age staring intently, but sneakily, through the window. I frowned and walked up to him.
"What are you doing?" I said loudly. He jumped and whirled towards me, seething anger.
"None of your business!"
"Actually it is, since you're sneaking around a Pokemon Professor's lab, where I happen to work, and obviously are up to nothing good."
He narrowed his eyes, trying to see any trace of bravado or lies. Finally he huffed and shoved me forcefully.
"Get lost. This doesn't concern you." I growled lowly, but turned and went inside. I was going to let the Professor know there was someone sneaking around outside.
"Ah! Ethan! There you are! I have a very important errand for you today! You remember Mr. Pokemon, I hope?"
" Old man, obsessed with Pokemon more than all the Pokemon Professors combined? Lives on route 30?" Elm nodded enthusiastically. "Nope, never heard of him." Elm scowled slightly.
"Your sarcasm does you no credit, Ethan."
"Sorry, Professor, but you had to see it coming," I responded with a shrug. He nodded, then remembered his purpose.
"Anyway, I need you to go to his house and get something. He said it was very important."
"What?"
"I don't know what it is.."
"No, I meant, 'what?' as in, huh? I don't have a Pokemon. I can't go."
The Professor's eyes gleamed and he smiled wide. I felt myself grow excited.
"Pick one," was all he said.
