Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, but I do own any OCs I use. This is rated T for swearing and other plot aspects and set a couple of years before the events of the Ruby/Sapphire arc in the manga. You have been warned.
Feedback is also much welcomed. Here's to a train wreck.
Heartstrings
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When I was six, I made the mistake of meeting my best friend. He was the one who got me into pokemon training as he stuffed rose-coloured lenses over my eyes and shared with me his desire to be a trainer.
I still remember the way his eyes lit up as he talked of travelling the world, conquering all his obstacles and being the best of friends with his pokemon. Training, without a doubt, was his life ambition, and it soon became apparent that there was no other path for him.
To me he was older. Wiser. And I looked forward to seeing him everyday.
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When I was seven, I went over one day, but he wasn't there. All I knew was that his Gran still worked at the Pokemart nearby, but couldn't remember where her grandson had went to.
She was a quiet, lonely woman, who lived alone in her little house next to the Pokemart. I remember a small pool a little ways from the house- it was small but peaceful. I liked it immensely, and visited the pool more than I visited her.
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When I was eight, I gave up nearly all hope of finding him, knowing that he was now ten and more likely than not a trainer now. With my luck, he would have been halfway around the world by then.
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When I was ten, I set out to do what he wanted to be. I even had my whole life planned out, knowing full well that dreams didn't mean success, but thinking that he had done the same when he was younger. That was enough for me.
Step one: Run away.
Step two: Get myself a pokemon.
Step three: Build up my Dream Team. First there would be the customary Hoenn starter pokemon, of course, then there were the other pokemon I had my eye on- salamence, dusknoir, you name them!
Step four: Become the champion of the Pokemon League.
Step five: Get married.
Disappointingly enough, only steps one and two were completed- technically. It wasn't running away if your mother left the back gate open on purpose and I didn't really get myself a pokemon if Professor Birch was expecting me in the first place. And admittedly, I wasn't as enthused for the last one as the rest (it seemed terribly boring)- not to mention, steps three and four were shamelessly copied from the Others, anyway.
But I was curious.
('How would he react if I became the Champion instead of him?')
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When I was ten-and-two-weeks old, I met him again at last. I certainly didn't regret wandering into that route 116 on that day. What I did regret, however, was not knowing that finding something again didn't mean that you really got it back. Foolish, naive and stupid, I continued on with my journey, not knowing that I was practically walking on blindfolded into the vast, black mouth of a sharpedo.
But I've said too much, haven't I?
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… hello.
My name is Merinda Evans. You might know me as that kid in your neighbourhood who watches from the sidelines, who seems nice but never has any friends. You might have thought me creepy, once or twice, but you would never say it to my face.
Then there are also those who call me Rin, but most of the time they do it out of convenience rather than affection of any sort. According to them, Rin is shy and awkward, but inherently kind. Everyone likes her, or they think they do. The thing is, everyone remembers Rin, but no one remembers Merinda. Weird, too-quiet Merinda.
('Would I be one of them in a few years?')
Moving on, a goal would normally imply that I know what I want in life, but bluntly put, I really don't. As of now, I'm just a pokemon trainer- one who was entrusted with a torchic and a Pokedex, then sent on their merry way with a pat on the back and some vague well-wishes.
... please take care of me.
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