Disclaimer: I don't own pokemon, belongs to Gamefreak and affiliated parties. I only own my ideas.

Author's note: Since this is the Hgss time-period, there will be a pokemon following each of the main characters unless stated otherwise. There are also a few things you should be aware of.

Changes from games:

1. All tm's will be able to be used multiple times just like in Black, White, ect.

2. Main character is blind, so if that bothers you leave now.

3. Silver's p. o. v. will be used sometimes.

4. You will see generation IV pokemon from all regions associated with it. There will be ones I pick, but you will see them. This will be explained in the story and will mostly be trades the main character makes. There may also be pokemon from other generations past IV but I haven't decided yet. They will be obtained in the way already described unless stated otherwise.

Warnings: ooc characters (definitely some) oc's, yaoi (boy x boy relationships) psychic people, immorality (criminal teams always are) adult language (definitely, but not sure how much just yet) pokemon out of place and region, Silver p. o. v. (because I want to write him in sometimes) some blood and torture probably ... think that's it.

Pairings:

male oc/Silver

Male oc/Silver/male Lucario (possibly)

No others decided yet

Key:

* equals thoughts

(...) equals pokemon speech (in Murasaki's mind)

—- —- —- equals scene breaks

* * * * indicates a battle

One more thing!

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Since this is my story, I will be adding some things in that may not be in the games. This includes characters, items, pokemon, and my own ideas. I put them in for a reason, so if this bothers you the back button is there. (It's green by the way).

* * * Prologue to Johto * * *

There are many regions in the world of pokemon. Some are more infamous than others however. For instance, Kanto, where the great Red defeated Team Rocket. Johto also has its fame, but that mostly lies with its champion: the Dragon Master Lance.

Seven regions have more power than the others Kanto; Johto; Hoenn; SINNOH; Unova; Kalos; Orre. Each is unique in their own way, having their own culture, styles, and even pokemon. Yes, there are pokemon only found in specific regions, but those lines have been blurring of late. As people travel between the regions, they expose region-specific pokemon to environments they were never in before. This creates chaos, communities of pokemon not native to regions like Johto and Kanto (to name an example).

With all this going on, it is sometimes hard to remember that each region has its own problems. Kanto thrust out the likes of Team Rocket (well let's face it, Red did that pretty much all by himself) and they are allied with Johto. All of the major regions are allied with one other region - except Orre. No one knows what to think of that place; deserts and lawlessness rampant. It is almost as if that's the culture there, like it's ok because it's isolated.

We will focus on only one region for now: Johto. A boy will be going on his pokemon journey soon ...

Murasaki age 16 —-

"I am going dad, whatever you say won't stop me." he forced himself to say as calmly as he could, his fists balled up so tightly it was a wonder he hadn't cut his palms with his finger nails.

"Fine. It looks like you do have some of Jessika in you after all."

* What the fuck? *

"What does mom havta do with this?" he barely kept from hissing, the words coming out clipped rather than irate like he'd planned.

"Everything. She's why you rebel against my wishes."

"You can't possibly think I want to stay in this small town and run the business from here! I hate it here. Everyone knows what everyone's doing - I can't say something without every kid and his mother knowing about it."

He bit his lip, trying to keep from lashing out any further. That would get him nowhere. Talking to his dad was like trying to convince a wall it was an Onyx when it obviously wasn't.

* Why can't he just leave me alone? All I wanna do is travel, is that such a crime? *

He glared in the direction of the man across from him, hoping that would get the point across. The stuffy person across the table looked nothing like him he knew. Straight and aristocratic features seemed to make up the man's entire body, blue eyes and neat blonde hair finishing off the polished appearance. Though he could not see him, he knew from what Momo told him.

* Must have got my looks from mom ... *

He grit his teeth, violently pushing the urge to ask about the woman down.

* He'll think I'm weak if I do that. As is he will probably try and stop me tomorrow. *

He ran a hand through his two-toned hair and sighed, leaning against the hard dark wood of the table and rolling his eyes at the infuriating 'gentlemen.'

"I'm leaving whether you like it or not dad. I dare you to try and stop me."

And with that he left the living room, the door slamming behind him as he took the stairs to his room.

—- —- —-

A few hours later he closed the book he'd been reading (one Momo had sent him) and blinked several times. Pressing a button on his talking watch revealed that he'd been reading most of the evening, 22:00 chiming out in the device's oh-so-cheerful voice.

* Dad really needs to get a new hobby, what'll he do when I'm gone? *

This thought brought a snort out of the boy.

* Why am I even thinking about him now? After tomorrow I'm never coming back to this house again. *

He'd decided that after some contemplation. Not coming back would serve the old man right.

—- —- —-

The door creaked slightly as he listened into the darkness of the yard. When nothing out of the ordinary blared at him (likely making him wince at the very least) he crept out of the house. The porch was his favorite place to sit when he wasn't in his room, dad never came out here. He said it reminded him too much of that 'horrid woman.' Of course, he meant mom, all the problems the old man had seemed to stem from the woman he'd married and then been abandoned by. Or at least, Murasaki'd been abandoned by her.

Instead of dwelling on the dismal, he decided to do a little exploring. From experience he knew the yard wasn't tiny, but also not so huge he'd get lost within seconds. A small smile slid onto his face as he quietly walked through the garden dad insisted on keeping. He kept out of the flower beds, bending down to sniff a plant here and there. All seemed well until a loud (a cacophony to his enhanced hearing) jingling sound rang out.

* What? *

He listened for a moment, the sound coming again.

He covered his ears with a wince.

* Whatever that is it's way too fuckin' loud for this time of night. *

He needed no time to figure out the course of action he'd take; just moved toward the noise. The idea of getting hurt did not worry him, all he wanted was to silence the horrible racket.

* There'll be time for caution when I'm old and can't walk anymore ... *

The sound faded as he got closer, the ringing and jangling becoming a low roar instead of the thunder it had been.

* This is your fault dad. If you'd gotten me out before they changed me ... *

There was nothing he could do about the past, so now wasn't the time to think about it. He stopped when the noise did, wondering what was wrong. Just as he bent down to feel the ground, thinking there was something blocking the sound, it came again.

* Ugh ... *

His fingers brushed against something cold and solid.

* Why's there a piece of metal out here? *

Further examination brought more confusing information.

* A set of keys? Did I leave mine out here again? *

He picked up the keys and held them against his chest. If they were his he didn't look forward to losing them again.

—- —- —-

Ten minutes later he'd done all he could to identify the set of keys. They were so far from what his own looked like that he hoped no one else had lost them. He was about to put them in a box when the jangling started once more.

* Give it a rest will ya! *

The only thing that made it stop was when he held the keys. Laying the metal objects flat against his palm was the only thing he could think to do at the moment.

* They must belong to someone ... *

(Can you help me?)

He almost dropped the things in surprise when he heard that.

* I'm not a telepath. How can I hear a voice in my head? *

At first he thought he was crazy, but then the voice spoke a second time.

(If you could find some food for me I would ... like that.)

The words seemed to be coming from his palm.

* No fuckin' way ... *

"You're a talking set of keys. Why do you need to eat?"

Even as he said that he could feel something strange about the metal he was holding. As he concentrated images and feelings flooded his mind. He groaned softly and nearly fell as the thoughts and feelings overwhelmed his mind. Digging his nails into his wrists helped a little, even though it wasn't exactly a healthy pastime.

He blinked furiously and tried to focus on the problem at hand.

"Wait, you're a pokemon aren't you? I've never heard of a pokemon that's a bunch of keys before."

(I am one key actually. The idiot-men who were holding me captive gave me keys to keep me happy.)

"Why?" he asked before he could stop himself.

(They thought, that as a Klefki, the keys would keep me from leaving. The idea of getting more ... they thought it would keep me from trying to run.)

* Never heard of that pokemon before ... *

"So you were being held captive, do you know where?"

(No. I am surprised you aren't ... how do humans say it ... ahhh yes! Freaking out.)

"I'm already a psychic. Who knows what those fuckers did to me ..."

(So this is normal for you?)

"More or less,"

—- —- —-

Feeding the Klefki took some work. He had to 'borrow' his dad's Ivysaur in order to find the berries the key-ring pokemon asked for. Thankfully the grass type filled the bag he'd given it to the brim before coming back. After the hungry pokemon had eaten its fill (he Murasaki had to remind himself) sleep was in order for both pokemon.

the last thing he did before going to bed himself was finish packing for the next day. He put a few of the special berries in his pack, but mostly they were too big to fit. He was also carrying a special type of poke ball Momo mailed him as well. She said it was called a Dusk ball, something that should be useful on his journey. She'd sent three and he was taking them all. He had clothing, some money he'd saved up, and a few water bottles packed already. Along with the already-mentioned stuff he also had a notebook and writing utensils.

He needed them to feel sane sometimes. Writing down or drawing the impressions he got from people, objects, and the areas he went to was often the only way to purge them from his mind. If he let them stay, he'd lose track of reality; become a zombie in his own body. So he drew and wrote, a feat for someone with his particular ... traits.

* Huh, I can't blame this on dad for once. Is hell freezing over? *

He rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly as he tied the travel bag closed. He'd be out of here tomorrow; just had to get a starter and license and he'd be free. One could legally become a trainer at ten, but he'd chosen to stay home and study. Maybe study wasn't the right word. He wasn't a bodybuilder, but sports was a big part of his life. He used to push himself so hard he'd pass out from the exertion when he was younger.

* Thank Arceus I don't do that anymore ... * were his last thoughts as he lay Klefki on the bed next to him and fell asleep.

Silver age 17 —-

Escaping from the base was almost too easy. Kimi was the distraction that allowed me to leave unnoticed. She wasn't actually interested in dating any of the executives (especially not her boss Proton) but she made a convincing vixen when she wanted to. To a 'normal' person, her methods might be questionable, but I wasn't going to complain when she was helping me.

—- —- —-

I left the bike I'd taken from the base behind some bushes at the edge of Cherrygrove. No one would find it there, it wasn't spectacular anyway, so why would someone want to steal it? I took what I could get, making a big deal of low-quality equipment wouldn't do me any good now that I'd left. I could survive on shit like that, I'd done it before.

When father thought I was just an urchin coming to steal his money he refused to even let me inside the office he occupied most of the day. My mom ... let's just say they weren't married and leave it at that. The situation was way too complicated and I really didn't feel like remembering what it'd been like before.

Team R was all I had as family up until now, but I didn't like where things started going after a while. Father was making some (what I thought) shady deals, and I wanted no part of that. If he wanted to get himself killed working with the wrong sort of people, he could, but I wasn't going to be in on it. That's why I planned the escape in the first place ... And I was fortunate enough to make friends with the newest operative who just so happened to know how to get her way despite being so young ... or maybe because of it.

I pulled out my phone and stared at it. The red and black casing cracked a little as I held it, feeling the strain of my mind's turmoil.

* I just turned my back on everything I've been taught. Sure I wanted to for a few years now, but now that it's happened ... everything's so much more real now ... *

I crushed the phone in my hands. It wasn't difficult. Despite how expensive it was, the material was flimsy as hell.

The next thing I did was go to a store. There wasn't a huge selection in Cherrygrove, but I managed to find clothing that fit me well enough. I also picked up something else that would help as well. There was nothing I could do about my hair - the color was so vibrant dye couldn't cover it up with dyes - but I could do something about my eyes.

—- —- —-

I growled under my breath as I finally managed to pop the remaining contact into place. I blinked as immediately my eyes became wet; the material of the 'false' eye irritating my real one. Ok, so contacts weren't really false eyes, but for me these would be. As I looked in the mirror (I'd rented a room at the Pokemon Center earlier) a completely different guy from the one I was used to stared back at me. Again, nothing could be done for my hair, but I didn't look like myself otherwise.

I'd always liked wearing red, but now a pair of dark blue jeans and a light blue muscle shirt were my outfit. A dark blue leather jacket finished off the look along with a pair of boots that were heavier than I was used to. The point was that I hated this color - the blue made me think too much of things I'd rather not - but it was the perfect disguise. Who would ever guess a guy who practically lives and breathes red and black would put this on? And my eyes, that was even better.

My silver eyes (what I suspected prompted my mom to name me after the color) were now a sea green. If the color didn't feel so wrong I'd probably think of wearing these all the time. It looked ok, but blue (or green for that matter) just didn't feel right to me. Call me crazy if you want, but I try to stick to my instincts. And (unfortunately or fortunately for the forseeable future even if I didn't like it) this combination of color was just what I needed to blend in.

I bit my lip and then decided to tie my hair back with the leather strip I'd found and bought earlier as well. It wasn't perfect (never would be with this hair) but would have to do until I could think of a way to hide better. Yeah, the great Silver Rocketo hiding, so funny. I wanted nothing to do with Team R, and hiding was the best way to avoid them. Actually becoming a trainer was even better, which was what I was going to do next: get a pokemon and start on the gym challenge.

Murasaki, next morning, early —-

What woke me up the next morning wasn't the metal pokemon pressed against my face, or the alarm I'd set for 7:00. A shrill ringing was what woke me from the somewhat peaceful slumber I'd been trying to enjoy. A press of the watch button told me it was 5:30.

* What the fuck does someone want this early? *

Picking up the house phone felt like it took way more effort than it should, but I finally managed, growling softly into the receiver.

"What?"

"Is that how you greet your favorite sister 'lil bro?"

I groaned, tempted to hang up.

* She wouldn't call this early if there wasn't a good reason ... *

"What is it sis? And how can you be my fav'rite if you're my o'ly si'ter?"

"Whoa rough night? You never sound this bad."

I chuckled humorlessly. "You woke me up. I was trying to enjoy the few more hours I have before dad yells at me again."

"That bad huh? He still tryin' ta keep you at home?"

"Mo' you're lucky. You left with mom ... he won't let me out of his sight. Says I havta run t'e 'amily busi'nes."

"Shit bro I woulda taken ya with me if I'd known it'd be this bad ..."

I growled louder this time, enough that I knew she'd hear.

"Look, he can't control me forever sis. I'm more than old enough to become a trainer."

"I know but ... that doesn't keep me from worryin'"

"I know. Did you have a reason for callin' me at the 'as-crac' of dawn?"

"Yeah actually ..."

I waited, hoping she'd get to the point quick. Normally I was so happy to hear her voice I'd just let her talk on and on, but I was so tired and done with things around here my patience was wearing thin.

"Spit it out sis." I said after a couple minutes of silence.

"You're not mad at me are you?"

"No, I'm mad at dad, like usual."

"Oh ok. What I called for ... right! I wanted to wish you luck on your journey brother!"

I winced from the noise, but couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm. That was what I liked about her the most, her ability to lighten the mood no matter how bad things got.

"Thanks sis."

"Mura I thought you'd be happier ... you're finally leaving that pompous miser behind ..."

"I would be ... except for the 'talk' last night."

She gasped and then growled loudly into the phone, sounding a lot like me.

"That fuckin'"

"He didn't ban me from going ... he just ... mentioned mom." The last part was almost whispered.

You'd think after all the years of mom's neglecting to care about me I'd be over it by now. She paid attention to Momo, so why not me?

"... hey! Don't let him get to you. You know he's just doing this to reel you in again ... like the fuckin' last time."

I nodded, though she couldn't see it. "Yeah."

"Everything'll turn out sunny Mura just you wait."

"I hope you're right."

"So, you got plans for after you get your first pokemon?"

I giggled involuntarily as Klefki somehow managed to land on my arm.

* He's a fuckin' key, how can he move like that? *

"'bro you ok?"

"Yeah, just surprised is all."

"By what?"

So I told her how I'd encountered the set of keys that turned out to be a pokemon.

"Keys ... hmmm ... I've never heard of that before."

I laughed a little. "Neither had I till last night."

"And what did he call himself?"

Even though it probably sounded nuts, I told her everything. She wasn't a psychic, but knew how stuff worked for us since she lived with me up until a few years ago.

"Klefki." I finally said, hoping that would help her identify my new friend.

(I won't be leaving. I want to come with you.)

"Uhhh ..." I said, not sure how to take that.

"What 'bro? Sorry, was checking the database I set up for pokemon last year."

"Anything?"

"Nada. Does he know where he's from?"

(I believe the region was called Kalos, but I haven't lived there since 'they' took me.)

"He tells me Kalos is where he thinks he's from. Who's they?"

(I told you, I don't know ...)

—- —- —-

Dad handed me a pokegear as I made my way through the living room on the way out of the house. He didn't say anything, but I knew he was just itching to. There was a note attached to the device, but I'd read that later, when I was far far away from this place. Contrary to what I'd said, the people of New bark weren't that bad. Almost anyone could be described as 'tolerable' when compared to dad. I slipped the paper into my pocket and clipped the pokegear to my belt just as Klefki reminded me he was still there. It wasn't that I didn't feel the metal against my palm where he was currently resting (being psychometric I felt and understood a lot more than the average person) but he'd been so quiet I'd forgotten he was there.

"What?" I asked softly, not wanting the rumor mill to go at me this morning. There was a small network of girls who just looked for gossip, I was sure of it. I couldn't take a shit without them knowing was how it felt sometimes. Unfortunately for them, none of them interested me. I wanted hard muscle under my fingertips; a body and mind that could match up to mine ...

More jingling brought me back to the task at hand.

"Yeah?" I asked, almost growling now.

(Can I ride in your pocket for now?)

"Sure. You know, if you're gonna stay I could buy a chain and wear you around my neck ..."

* Wow that even sounded stupid in my head before I said it ... *

(Sounds good, but you have nothing like that now?)

"I'll havta pick something up in the next town. This place's so small we havta go there to buy most shit anyway ..."

Silver, watching from a building near the lab —-

I turned sharply as a figure approached my hiding place. I'd been watching the lab for a chance to sneak in and grab a starter pokemon. I had Sneasel, but being a trainer from Johto meant I needed a starter from here. The figure slowly solidified into a person - a boy - as I watched.

He had the strangest hair I'd ever seen. It was white (albino white I suspected due to the color of his eyes) with streaks of dark purple in it. His eyes were a few shades lighter, but still purple.

* Yeah, I was definitely right about that ... *

What was also odd was his skin. It wasn't the deathly pale I expected of someone who looked albino, but a nice tan.

* Ok, are all people from this town weird-looking? I saw a girl with pink hair carrying a flower-pokemon earlier and thought that was weird? *

Though his features were odd, they seemed to suit him. He was wearing a black outfit with gold bordering. Let me put it this way: the sleeves and neckline of his shirt were gold, the rest black. So much black … His pants were pure-black, no hint of any other color could be found there.

* Wonder if he's into that goth stuff I've heard is so popular in Sinnoh? *

Murasaki, at the lab —-

I'd decided on the fire-type before I even tried out the other two. The first ball I threw produced a happy squeak from a pokemon that ran over and rubbed up against my legs.

"Hey buddy," I said as I kneeled down to lightly scratch at the creature's ears after taking a few seconds to find them.

The pokemon leaned into me and I felt heat bloom near my hands.

* Heat patches right ... you've studied this one Mura ... *

I smiled and picked up the little flaming ball of joy.

"Think I'll call you Ash."

—- —- —-

It didn't take long to get me registered and ready to start on my journey. I was wondering about getting a pokedex, since Momo got one when she started her journey. I would have to wait and see it seemed.

"Can you go see what Mr. Pokemon wants for me? I'd start you on your journey now, but he's close and I can't leave the lab."

* You have an assistant standing right there, why not ask him? And yes, I do know he's there even though he's being quiet. *

I could sort of 'feel' the man there.

"I guess so. I'm sure Ash and Klefki would be happy to do some training on the way."

"Try and be back before it gets dark." the professor said.

* Easy for you ta say, you're stayin' here. *

I nodded in the direction of the professor.

"Ok,"

Before I could leave the building the assistant gave me five Potions.