Okay, here's the deal. This is an idea I had for my OCs, who will be starring in this.

I'm sorry I didn't update the other fanfic, but this was just too good of an opportunity.

Disclaimer: I don't own pokemon.

?'s Pov

My parents are dead.

This thought kept racing through my mind at the funeral. My twin sister next to me has tears in her light pink eyes. I squeeze her graceful hand gently as my blue eyes also fill up. She squeezes back and gives me a rare smile. Oh, Glass. You're always trying too hard to be strong.

It's been a year since then.

Allow me to explain.

Glass is my younger twin sister. She has curly light blonde hair in little ringlets, usually kept in two drill pigtails held up with tiny, silk pink ribbons from Dad. She wears a dress similar to a sailor outfit except it's without the sleeves, the bandana part is pink, she uses a yellow ascot from both of our parents as the scarf, and it ends in a double-layer, ruffled pink skirt. She's always wearing pink high heels.

Since our parents died, Glass has been practicing her martial arts. She's better at it than her own teachers. Glass is also a math whiz with a flair for economics. She knows every single detail about poke mart goods. Whenever she battles, Glass and her shiny Infernape, Impa, use an unexpected item and crush the opposing team. I haven't seen her for an entire year.

My name is Quartz Ryan Cathair, and my worldwide training regime has ended.

Why?

Because of a letter from a psychic.

?'s Pov

My name is Amethyst Petitia Italov. I have light blond hair pulled into a low ponytail. I have purple eyes and I'm always wearing a maid outfit-like dress. It's strapless, the purple top is sorta poofy, the corset part's black, the frilly skirt is dark purple, and I wear two armbands that are in the same style as the top. I also wear an Amethyst in the shape of a diamond on my black choker, given to me by my loving mother.

I'm innocent and sweet, but a bit of an airhead. I also have traces of sadistic bitterness from my tough childhood. Wanna hear it?

After my parents died, I've been taking care of my younger sister by working. I'm a pokemon hunter. People pay me to find pokemon willing to be theirs. It's similar to a pokemon capturer, I just have a specific rule: I only catch purple pokemon. I've... never completely explained my job to my little sis. She thinks I work at a maid cafe.

The last thing I ever told my parents was a riddle. What is the strongest and the weakest thing of all? The answer?

A heart.

That's a riddle I learned the hard way. After... the death. I refused to speak to anybody that couldn't solve my riddles. Nobody could solve them. The kids at school called me a witch because I never spoke. I never liked them anyways. It wasn't so bad...

Until they hurt Topaz.

That was the last straw. I snapped. When I saw them making fun of her shortness, how she looked almost nothing like Mom and Dad, and trying to beat her up...

My rage was indescribable.

I sent out Jezzy, my Mismagius who is the offspring of my parents' pokemon,
and Jazz, my Gengar. Before I knew it, every single student in the entire grade was knocked out.

The entire grade was harassing her for over a month, and Topaz never told me.

The school board became involved, but I didn't care. I just wanted to comfort my crying little sister in my arms. We never went back to school after that.

I started working, and I managed to... meet someone new.

Five months ago

Amethyst's Pov

Flashback

I sighed in delight as I relished this glorious night. There's nothing like a crisp summer night in Petalburg City. I idly kicked my legs against the mossy tree branch. I vaguely wondered who lived behind the curtained window I was in front of. Guess I'll never know. I was in a state of complete bliss... which was interrupted when someone almost ripped the sliding door open.

My mouth gaped open in surprise as a young boy my age stared at me. He looked almost as surprised as I was.

"What are you doing outside my window at 10:00 p.m.?" the boy inquired. I took a moment to recover my composure. "What's your name?" he pressed further, realizing that I was just as old as he was.

"If you say my I am no more," I said. The boy looked at me, confused.

"If I figure out your name, you'll leave?" he attempted to answer. I shook my my head no and frowned. This guy will get bored and leave me like the others. "Is it a riddle?" he questioned suddenly with his face smiling and his voice filled with energy. I slowly nodded my head yes with my eyes wide in shock. I had to place my black gloved hand against a high branch by my right shoulder. If I didn't I would've fallen off the tree. Nobody had gotten this far. The boy's face was strangely calm and in deep thought. I waited for a minute or two as I awaited his incorrect answer.

"You're Silence." The boy's calm voice rang through the stillness and through my ears. "You're silent until you speak, and when you say your name it breaks. So therefore your name is Silence. Am I right?" the boy explained his answer, his bright green eyes glowing with anticipation.

I fell out of the tree.

It's a good thing the boy was able to pull me through the window. Luckily, we barely made any noise. As I took in my surroundings, I noticed that this room was his. It was white with bits of pale green with a white fluffy bed on the left against the wall, a wall closet on the wall nearest to the right of the bed, and a tall dresser opposite of the bed.

I turned around and stared intensely at the boy. Now that I was closer, I could tell that it was a miracle he was able to pull me through his window. He has pale skin and weak muscles. He was breathing very weakly, and I was worried he pushed himself too hard.

"You solved it..." I whispered, my purple eyes wide with shock. "Since you did, I'll answer your question. The reason I was outside your window is because I'm a pokemon hunter, and I usually work at night. I'm staying here for two months on a request," I explained.

"Where do you sleep?" the boy asked in-between breaths. I however, remained silent. I had been sleeping in the woods for the past few days. "Let me guess, you don't have a place to live, do you?" he asked, guessing from my silence that I didn't have a real place to sleep. I nodded yes.

Before I knew it, he was insisting that I sleep in his room during the day. Not wanting him to get overexcited, I obliged. For the next two months, I would always enter his room at night to chat. I had made a best friend. A couple of times, the boy asked if I could teach him to capture pokemon. I had to say no, because already busy on my request. As the two months ended, I had to say goodbye to my friend. We both pinky promised each other to see each other again someday, but we probably wouldn't. I had to stop by a tree on Route 102 because my tears were coming down so hard. A heart really was the strongest and most fragile thing.

Two months was plenty of time to fall in love.

End Flashback

But all of that changes when a talking pokemon tells you to go home to Topaz and be ready by 9:00 a.m.

Like that's totally not weird.

?'s Pov

My name is Topaz Aurora Italov. I am currently I have orangey topaz eyes and orange-gold hair kept in two high pigtails. My hair is quite wavy, and it reaches my shoulders. I part my hair to the left, and a small strand of it is slightly separated. I wear a light emerald green tank top, a super mini yellow wavy skirt, and black biker shorts. Oh, and I'm always wearing roller blades. Always. Did I mention my height varies from at least from 1 to normal height? It hasn't always been like this...

When I last saw my parents, they bought me rollerblades for my birthday. I never saw them after that. I've worn the blades ever since.

And my height range? Well, when I was born, I never... grew. My parents loved me anyways. After they died though... Never mind. It's not good to dwell on the past. Anyways, I was out 'blading, when I almost tripped over something. And I've never almost tripped. So when I backed up, there was this glowing orange diamond-shaped topaz attached to a leather strap. I held it up close to my face, and it absorbed into my *bleep*ing body! And then I grew. I mean, what the hell kinda gem does that? Talk about random.

Hehe... Sis freaked out so bad when she found out.

I love my sis. I'm really overprotective of her, though. I mean, she's just so... naive to whether it be love, reality, sarcasm, "colorful" language, gas prices, the obvious... there's no end to my list. There's no reason for me to burden her with my trivial problems. She's a hard worker, though. Sis sure does go on a lot a of business trips...

However, I'm not lonely. I have my pokemon with me.

Sceppie is my yellow Treeko. Dad gave her to me when I was four. Sceppie has a very colorful language. I taught her most of it.

I also have Linus, my shiny Zigzagoon. It's really hard to rollerblade when he keeps zigging and zagging.

Then there's Terror, my shiny Corphish Sis helped me catch. I want to name him Tiny instead, but Sis says to wait later to decide on that.

There's also Sydney, my shiny Swablu that Mom caught me. Sydney's always nagging about how I don't act like a proper lady, but it's 'cuz she cares about me.

Lagoona is my snobby shiny Clamperl. Sis caught her for me as a birthday present this year.

And who can forget Bravo, my shiny Trapinch. He's pretty much indestructible, as I soon found out after trying to wake him up. He sleeps a lot, and he can sleep through everything. Bravo makes a good rock when he's sleeping.

I lay here on my bed and wonder how on Hoenn a person could email me about my sister Amethyst coming home before it actually happens.

?'s Pov

I dramatically sigh aloud as I flop onto my fluffy pink princess bed. Ah, unrequited love, how cruel you can be. I have fallen for a comedian.

It's been going on for about 10 months. He and his friend were on the street in Jubilife City performing their double act. I, on the other hand, was out walking to... keep my mind off things. I noticed the small crowd of people and decided to watch anyway. I laughed for the first time in six months that day. I came back every week from my mansion just to see the two boys perform. They were both my age, one black haired and calm, the other blonde and hyper. The blonde boy's willpower inspired me to keep going, don't ever lose hope, don't give ever give up. I continued through my strict training as long as I could see them preform.

Have you ever heard of my brother, Ryan? Messy light blonde hair, blue eyes, loose jacket and messy pants that match his eyes, black muscle shirt underneath, about 5'? He's slightly competitive, and a bit of a flirt. Well, he's coming home for the first time in a year. And I have to leave somewhere far away.

...It's a good thing I can just hire somebody to record the double act. If I can't, then my name isn't Glass Freya Cathair.

?'s Pov

I slam the door shut behind me and lean my back against the hard wood. I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry Mom, but I just can't be an idol anymore. Not when Professor Oak's grandson is on the same talk show as me. I think I have a crush, but it's deeper than that. This is love. Dad, I understand how you felt when you first met Mom.

I walk down my house ignoring the books covering the floor. I made my way to a dusty counter with a computer monitor that hasn't been in use for a year. As I lean my head over it, I could see a moving lump underneath a mess of textbooks. "Scissors, wake up! It's almost noon for crying out loud!" I yell at sleeping creature.

"Raaagh!" she screams as she jumps up, books flying. " Oh... Jade we weren't expecting you back here so soon. Did something happen at the talk show?" she asks, shiny red pincers on her hips. You see, Scissors is my Scizor, and is the daughter of Mom's shiny Scizor. She's the biggest idiot alive, and I'm more of the one who takes care of her. "Hey everybody! Jade's here! And she has a crush on the other guest there!" she yells upstairs. Have I mentioned her crazy awesome telepathy skills? Or how about her ability to blab about everything to the whole world?

There's a noise that sounds like a small stampede. I count down the seconds. 5... 4... 3... 2... 1. I instantly get tackled by 15 pokemon. Everyone's talking all at once, and I can't understand what the heck they're saying. The jade drop pendant around my neck transforms into a whistle and I blow it. "Everyone! Speak one at a time. You sound like a herd of Exploud," I say in front of the small crowd. "Lava, you first," I say, pointing to the pokemon closest to me.

"You have a WHAT?" Lava shrieks, flames threatening to explode. Lava is a Quilava, found abandoned on Mt. Silver with this pendant. Her mom is a Sneasel, so she has the same eye markings. Usually she's level headed, and I'm surprised to see her go this crazy. She's currently in a depression, so I'm very worried about her...

"Is he hot?" Jewel interjects tediously. Jewel is my Grovyle. She's a kleptomaniac, but she returns what she steals. Most of the time. You can tell she's interested in what I have to say by the small glint in her forest green eyes.

"Are you dating him already?" Charme asks, her jaw ready hit the floor. Charme is my Chameleon, a very violent one at that. Her claws have torn human flesh to license plates.

"...Is he nice?" Lagoo shyly asks, her fluffy tail almost covering her face from embarrassment. Lagoo is a shy Wartortle who's scared of other people. She hasn't always been like this. A year ago, she wasn't scared of anything.

"Don't leave us!" Abby cries out, her brown eyes looking like a lost Growlithe's. Abby's a Bayleef who has attachment issues. Since a year ago, she's gotten even deeper into her problems.

"Is there a book on this...?" Macintosh wonders, glancing at the looming shelves stuffed with ancient texts. Macintosh is a Marshtomp, and he reads so much we worry about his health.

"Does he have any pokemon?" Pip inquires, her shrill voice standing out. Pip is a Combusken named after a character of Charles Dickens. She's hyper with an obsession of classic literature. We can't enter her room because of the danger of being hit by a stray copy of Gone With the Wind.

"Can he cook?" Cookie asks, his gentle eyes shining with newfound interest. Cookie is a Grotle. He has trouble dealing with tragic news. He can get into a fiery rage and trigger earthquakes.

"Does he have any guy pokemon?" Piney quickly asks, unable to take the suspense any longer. Piney is an Ivysaur. She is so boy crazy that she hits on every guy she sees. It really sucks when I have to battle a male pokemon using her.

"Is he really the grandson of the Professor Oak? It must've been tough to have people treating him differently because of his grandfather," Prim reasons. Prim is a haughty Prinplup. She isolates herself from most people, earning her title of Ice Queen.

"I don't like him," Rodney states. His remark earned him a Razor Leaf on the cheek from Piney. Rodney's a Croconaw with a fierce dislike for outsiders. Rodney promised Dad he'd take care of me from strangers before my parents left.

"I like him, he seems to be respectable," Barrettes swiftly intervenes, her head nodding as she thought her sentence over. "Yup, he's a good kid," she decides. Barrettes is a calm and collected Servine. She suffers from severe trauma and memory loss. Only Mom and Dad know where she comes from.

"Yeah, I'm gonna have to agree with Barrettes. Sorry Rodney, but you need to let Jade decide for once," Marcus says, his tail swishing side to side. Marcus is a Monferno who likes pranking people, especially Prim.

"And if he hurts you in any way, shape, or form, we can beat him up," Bamboo says, his face sweetly smiling at me. Bamboo's a Pignite, and he's fiercely loyal to all of us.

We all turn to look at the last pokemon who hasn't spoken yet. Dewey still leans against the wall with his eyes closed, ignoring our stares. Dewey is a Dewott who looks up to me as his sensei. He's quite attractive to female pokemon, but his eyes never waver long enough from his training to notice.

"Dewey, don't you want to say anything?" Barrettes asks the silent water type gently, her eyelashes battering.

But before he can say anything, the computer that hasn't been in use for a year turns on. By itself.

"Oh my God, Paranormal Activity!" Pip screams. I know we shouldn't have let her watch that movie.

Scissors, who is the closest, dares to look at the screen. "Holy shit, it's you!" she swears as she turns the screen around to show us.

On the screen, there is a girl with dark brown hair held up in a spike ponytail and bangs in a spike covering her right eye. She's wearing a Chinese-style muscle shirt that's colored shimmering jade, matching the drop pendant hanging low on a long string around her neck. Her narrow eye is also the same shade. She wears jean short shorts that has rips and holes. Her lean legs and arms show the effort put into training. Her battered gym shoes are forest green, and they look extremely worn. This girl is me. It's a picture on an email from someone who claims to know my parents, and to be ready by 9:00 a.m.

They also know and use my full name, Jade Capella Andross.

Nobody is supposed my full name.

Initiate panic button.

?'s Pov

I finish packing my sleek black suitcases. I have a chance for life again.

I look at the mirror behind me and notice my reflection. My straight, shiny black hair reaches my hips and frays out. I reach to the top of my head to try and smooth down my crescent- shaped ahoge. No such luck.

My eyes vaguely wander to look at my strapless black dress. It's my favorite dress. It wraps around my torso perfectly and becomes a frilly skirt around my hips. It has a white band around the top, and two small white bands are at the bottom of the skirt part. The fabric shimmers and shines where the light touches it. My knee-high stockings are in the same style as the skirt's color scheme. My black eyes are shining with excitement for the first time in a year, and my mouth is breaking out in a breathless grin.

I look back to the suitcases on the black queen-sized bed. I pack the final thing, a white jacket with jet black outlines, and turn to face all of my pokemon in their Ultra balls. There are many pokemon, and they all look just as hopeful as I do. I pick up a framed photo of my family before my parents disappeared. I quickly caress the edge and carefully pack it. Now, all there is to do is wait outside.

I, Onyx Cameron Persia, am starting anew.

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My computer got a lotta viruses over break, so it's been difficult to upload.

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Dang, almost 4,000 words. I really hope wishbone23 and Zangoose-Kira review again. They're really nice to me.

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