DISCLAIMER: I do not own Pokémon.
Hey, this is The Missing Fangirl, reporting for duty!
I'm sorry I haven't been able to do anything, lately! Sadly, life happens. But did anyone miss me? (**Crickets chirping in the background**)
So anyways, this is what just came into my head one night. By the way, this is going to be multichaptered and it's in a school AU. If you don't like that type of AU, then please don't read. I decided to throw in a little bit of mystery (not like detective mystery, but drama mystery) to try and excite all of you. I apologize if I don't portray the characters very well in this fanfic, so please bear with me. This chapter has extremely light touches of Diodeshipping, so I hope you like it!
Let me first describe this AU. All kids have to go to elementary school, junior high, then to high school before they go venture about the world and become trainers. If they want to pursue other dreams, or professions, then they'll have to go to a university. Oh, and some characters from the other seasons and games will have cameo appearances here. I apologize beforehand if you don't like my system.
So without further delay, happy reading!
Solace in Bittersweet Memories
Chapter 1: First Day of School
A seventeen-year-old Clemont sat at his work bench, his head in complete turmoil. This can't be happening. This can't be happening! he thought. He ran his calloused hands through his thick, blonde hair. He knew this day would come, but he didn't know it would occur so soon.
Think of the happy things. Don't get all frustrated over this. You knew this would happen sooner or later. The gym leader of Lumiose City rummaged through his head for all of his happy memories. All of them had to do with him, the person he dreaded to remember the most. But he wanted to torture himself and looked into those particular memories anyway. Might as well find solace in these bittersweet memories. Then he imagined, Oh, the first time I ever felt truly happy...
"Have a great first day at school, Clemont!" Meyer waved to his son, who waved back with less enthusiasm.
Little Bonnie waved to her older brother. "Find a good keeper, big brother!"
Clemont fully disregarded that comment. The seven-year old boy walked off nervously to the schoolhouse, grasping his backpack straps tightly between his hands. A million questions were bursting through his mind. Will everyone like me? Am I going to make any friends? Do I look okay? What if the work is hard? Do I have to run? Are there gonna be a lot of Pokémon there? Will the Pokémon like me?
He slowly entered the school. Everyone was bustling about the room, trying to find where they sat. Little name tags were tacked onto the desks. The small boy scanned the name tags. He didn't recognize anyone's name, and continued walking around the room.
Gary, Misty, Red and Brock were at table one. Dawn, Barry, Lucas and Zoe were at table two. At table three, Iris, Cilan, Chili and Cress were assigned. Serena, Ash, Miette, and Clemont were at table four. Trevor, Tierno, Shauna, and Calem were assigned to table five.
There's my table! Clemont thought. He hurried towards his assigned seat and plopped down on the chair. The blonde boy looked around the room at the others.
There was a girl with dark blue hair who was swatting a boy's arm. The boy was laughing, his gravity-defying blonde hair shaked. A girl wearing a pink dress was conversing with a boy with green hair. He was with two other boys, one with long, blue hair, the other with red hair. Clemont assumed they were his brothers, and they were all triplets. A boy with spiky auburn hair was chatting with an orange-haired girl. One girl with long, light brown hair was angrily talking to a girl with short, light blue hair. The other girl's red eyes gleamed, almost demonically. A short, orange-haired boy was taking photos of the classroom.
"Alright, everyone!" The teacher clapped her hands together. Her Chimecho jingled, catching everyone's attention. "Sit down, please."
Everyone silently sat down into their seats. Clemont looked at the people at his table. One person was missing. He peeked at who's desk was empty. Ash Ketchum. I wonder who that could be, he thought.
As if on cue, a little boy ran through the doorway. His black hair was spiky and his tanned skin was shining with beads of sweat. "Sorry I'm late!" He wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"That's alright," the teacher said. "You just go find your seat, now."
The boy hurried to find his seat, which was next to Clemont's. While he was rushing, someone snidely commented, "Classic Ashy-boy."
When he was finally seated, the teacher went on about her introduction. "Alright, now that everyone's situated, let's take a couple of minutes to get us introduced. I'm Ms. Joy, your teacher. So go on and get acquainted, meet the other students in your table now." The room suddenly got loud with noise. Students were chatting with one another, attempting to make friends.
The young, blonde inventor turned to meet his new, fellow classmates. The girl with long, brown hair and bright, blue eyes introduced herself first. "Hi, I'm Serena. I like Pokémon Showcases!" She smiled.
The girl with red eyes grinned. "I'm Miette. I like to bake Poké Puffs, and I'm the best at making them." Serena appeared to scowl at her comment.
Clemont adjusted his glasses. "Hello, I'm Clemont. I like to invent cool gadgets."
"Wow, that's so cool!" The boy next to him bursted with excitement. His warm, brown eyes were practically sparkling. "Science is so awesome!"
The mini mechanic flushed. No one had ever said that to him before. In fact, the only thing he ever heard was how his inventions always exploded in his face. Those comments always came from little Bonnie. "Oh, thanks!" He rubbed the back of his neck.
The boy with black, spiky hair introduced himself. "I'm Ash! I like Pokémon!" He added, "When I grow up, I wanna be a Pokémon master!"
Everyone in the class ended up talking amongst themselves. The chitchat didn't seem to bother the teacher. She was busy feeding her Chimecho some Poké Puffs.
Clemont kept up a lively conversation with Ash. The banter was mostly filled with trivial but humorous topics, and the inventor found himself mesmerized. He had never felt so comfortable around another person, even so, someone that he had just newly met. Everything else seemed to fade away into the background. Then the only thing he remembered was the feeling of sheer happiness.
So this is what having a best friend is like.
Clemont let out a minuscule smile at his childhood naïveté. Little did the younger version of him know that their friendship would become something more. That it would be the cause of why the current version of Clemont was so torn down and distraught.
Ah, the beautiful pureness of naïveté, he basked in the memory.
It didn't last long enough.
What did you think? You'll find out soon enough as to why Clemont is so down and in an angsty mood. Just take a wild guess, and you're probably going to be correct.
Until the next chapter! Stay tuned!
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