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-No seriously. I've just had a lot of cooped up ideas in my head and wanted peoples feed back.
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Unique Edge
Chapter 1: Demyx Ekkehard
"Riding a bike is essential for childhood. I don't care if you are lazy, fat, or just stupid, you need to learn how to ride a bike. A bicycle is created of very intricate designs and mechanics.
Motion moves you forward.
Balance prevents injuries.
Know when to stop.
Protection is a life saver.
And eyes are always looking ahead.
These simple rules for riding a bike are what have kept me alive. These lessons are my simplistic lifestyle." -Demyx Ekkehard.
DONG DING DONG!
The church bell rang loud throughout the town of Rustboro. Echoing its sound throughout every house and every building. With each beat it resonated it's existence. This church though was different. It held a small orphanage inside. Children of all ages roamed in the outer courtyards. Chasing, laughing, and playing, like what normal children should do. A tiny group of 10 year olds were having a pokemon battle with their starters. Other kiddies around their age watched in awe at the performance of combat. Sister Skye entered outside to rally the children. The blonde haired nun was a young 29 year old with a calming presence about her. "Kids, dinner is ready!" she relayed.
Almost too fast for their own good the young kids attention spans made them dart off into the dinning area. Sister Skye watched as each child entered taking a mental note of attendance. 'Where is Demyx? She has not returned yet?' she thought to herself.
Passing through the dinning hall and the chapel Skye opened the large wooden door to the Victorian streets of Rustboro. Outside the sun was setting and a purple hue in the sky remained, leaving a peace of mind in the town. A gentle breeze blew by as the Sister turned towards the nearby beach. And as expected in the distance there was the speck she was waiting for.
Huffing and puffing away with her Torchic on her head peddled an energetic woman. Her arms gripping the bars, elbows up and a giant grin on her face. That was the girl everyone was expecting. Demyx Ekkehard.
Peddling on such an old bike was a decent workout. Even more so because the gear was stuck on seven. Demyx rode her fastest and hardest to every place she went. Her legs were toned and tight because of it. Her red helmet balanced her Torchic on her cap and kept her wild mixed colored hair from becoming any more wilder from the wind. The small patch of blonde hair poked out of the helmet swaying with the wind. Her brunette portion waving sparactically. Her short sleeved hoodie kept her cool at a comfortable temperature when outdoors but covered up what needed to be kept warm. Her ripped jeans were even more dirty and distraught today than the previous days. Sister Skye imagined another scuffle fighting along side her partner. Sighing Skye graced Demyx's arrival with a gentle smile.
Braking Demyx parked her navy blue bicycle beside the church. Removing her helmet with her Torchic on it caused him to chirp loudly. "Geez, sorry bud. Forgot you were up there."
The Torchic cheeped and jumped off the protection gear and onto her shoulder. Demyx strapped her gear onto the bike and began walking to greet Sister Skye. "Evening Sister. Sorry I'm late for dinner."
Sister Skye just giggled and waved a hand.
"So polite for one who attracts fighting and mischief." she said pointing to Demyx's whole figure.
Demyx and her Torchic looked at their appearances and both frowned slightly. They then exchanged glances with each other and smiled awkwardly. "Not our fault Miss Wailiner and her son try to battle me constantly."
Skye motioned for Demyx to enter. Which she complied. Walking through the church seemed different. Demyx noticed the children were quiet. Actually there was no sound. Leading herself to the dinning hall she began twisting the knob when she heard laughter on the other side. 'Oh I see what this is.'
Sliding open the door as slowly as she could she listened to the frustrated grunts of impatient children.
"Open the door already!" shouted a familiar voice to Demyx. Urik the nine year old cherished Demyx but had the patience of a poochyena.
Pushing the door open hard enough to make it bounce off the wall Demyx about jumped back from the loudness.
"SURPRISE! Happy Birthday Demyx." Demyx beamed at the decorations and got toppled down by smaller children with streamers and noise makers. Embracing the group of kids Demyx started laughing uncontrollably.
"Scorch! Haha, Scorch get back here." Demyx saw he immediately ran to the cake. Who knew a Torchic had a sweet tooth, or teethe for that matter? Another of the Sister's caught him before he could dive into the sweets and make a mess.
Demyx sat up and looked around the whole dinning hall. A large sign displaying a "Happy 17th Birthday" was nailed into the wall and purple and green streamers were everywhere. Her favorite colors.
All of the children then began pushing and shoving to get to Demyx with their gifts. Calming the kids down Demyx instructed, "If I'm going to open any gifts... it will be after cake."
Out of all the cheers and groans Demyx could hear her Torchic jumping for joy and plopped himself into her arms after escaping the Sister's clutches.
After eating Demyx began opening her gifts. Most consisted of many arts and crafts the younger children made but as soon as the four older kids gave their gifts they began becoming creative. She had gotten a picture framed of a collage of pics of her and her Torchic but in the middle was the large photo of the orphanage with every child and nun. Another was of a home-made calendar with popular pokemon in the Hoen region.
Then Urik appeared in front of her. His blonde hair and blue eyes made him seem almost otherworldly but childish at the same time. He smiled big and pushed an oddly wrapped present towards her.
"I made this ALL by myself!" he declared.
Grasping the uniquely shaped object Demyx ripped open the wrapping. It was a wood carving of her, Scorch, And Urik. She was patting Urik's head with Scorch on her shoulder. All were laughing and smiling. A genuine smile crept onto her face and she hugged Urik.
The rest of the day was spent with the 10 year olds trying to defeat Demyx and Scorch. What they always forgot was that Scorch was a stronger than average Torchic. He wasn't bred in a lab or a daycare but found in the wild. He knew flamethrower before he was even captured by Demyx.
After all the children had their fun and went to bed Demyx went inside and headed towards the the staircase with Scorch on her head. But before she could grasp the railing Demyx was interrupted by Mother Rose. "May I join you, Demyx?"
Demyx looked at her with saddend eyes. Mother Rose ran the church and heard every form of news. The 56 year old woman was a stern yet loving woman. She was the overprotective mother figure to Demyx. Which wasn't really looked good upon from Demyx. Knowing she wanted to talk meant something was up. She knew what was happening next. "Yeah."
Reaching the bell tower Demyx sat on the edge, legs dangling. Scorch jumped off and met beside her. Demyx laid her arms across the railing in front of her and stared out over the city to the ocean. Mother Rose stood beside her and joined in the relishing of the scenery.
The cool fall atmosphere had dropped in temperature as soon as the sun went to sleep and the moon rose awake. The trees started reddening and losing their green lush. Demyx loved this time of year. Where the color began to shine in nature and showed the whole world the differentiating beauty it can posses.
Scorch ruffled his feathers trying to keep his warmth. Mother Rose wore a shaw on her shoulders and wrapped herself in it. They were all admiring the moonlight glistening on the ocean far off and the treetops. The peacefulness was appreciated.
But the calm ended. Mother Rose peered down at the young woman before her. "Demyx, Miss Wailiner has filed another complaint."
Scoffing Demyx sneered at the name of that woman. Ever since her and Scorch denied and defeated her son with his Pellipepper she had attempted on making her life a living hell. This included attempted frame, battling her, and of course leading her on.
"Her son needs to get it through his thick head that I'm not interested." Demyx grumbled.
Mother Rose gave Demyx a stern look that went ignored. "I can't imagine how one lad can create such a ruckus. Demyx, he is not the one at fault."
Now almost growling Demyx turned her head. "That 'lad' is 20 years old and not the innocent ball of light you remember. He is vile and disgusting. His intentions on me are not of love or romance like he proclaims. If Scorch hadn't been with me on all those occurrences I..."
She couldn't finish her sentence for Mother Rose interjected. "He has good intentions if you would just let him show you."
"Sorry but I don't want to see dick right now."
"Demyx!" Mother Rose was appalled at her language. That was something she was trying to work on with her and Demyx would usually hold her tongue unless she was truly upset.
Demyx scooped up Torchic and headed to the stairs. Mother Rose let them pass her but she quickly added her beliefs on the situation. "Why can't you see the good in people?"
Demyx stopped at the top of the staircase. "Why can't you see the bad?"
Rushing down the stairs Demyx held Scorch with one hand while the other gripped the railing. Scorch perked his head up to his partner. He chirped questionably, asking if she was alright.
"I'm fine bud."
At the bottom of the stairs Sister Skye was in her nightgown waiting. "Another talk?"
"Another argument."
Skye placed a hand on her shoulder and rubbed it. Demyx just sighed at the soothing sensation. "She's just trying to help."
Demyx didn't respond to that comment.
Skye led her to the chapel and they both sat in an altar. Trying to put her at ease Skye informed her of a person coming to look for an adoption.
"Pfft yeah. Like someone wants to adopt a 17 year old."
Demyx could remember each and every person who came in to see the children and all overlooking her. What's worse those who even looked upon her always shot a worried glance and quickly avert their gaze away from her. Demyx could never understand what was wrong with her.
Even some of the nuns gave her that look. Like she herself was a deformed pokemon. Or worse, they looked like she might hurt them.
"You never know." Skye added with a smile. Demyx could smile in the presence of those that accepted her, like Skye and the children.
"And even if you believe they are not going to look your way, you can still help with the children and getting them ready."
Demyx shrugged and Scorch began to yawn. "Maybe we should get to bed."
Nodding Sister Skye followed them until they were in their room. "Goodnight Demyx. Goodnight Scorch."
Shutting the door Demyx replied. "G'night."
The next morning Demyx was put on newspaper duty. Her favorite chore. It gave her a chance to ride her bike around with just her and Scorch. And with luck she could pass by Miss Wailiner's without conflict.
Scorch perched himself on her shoulder gripping for balance and both rushed to her bike. Demyx rushingly got on and took out the parking stick. She raced down the road to the newspaper mill and picked up her ordered amount. The bag was rather large today so a lot of stops were to be made.
Tossing each stash of ink at doorstops Demyx could feel the temperature rise with each minute passing. Sweat had began beading down her brow and neck as she quickened her pace of peddling and throwing rolls of paper. She caught the light blue house she dreaded coming closer and she couldn't get away fast enough.
Demyx increased her speed on her bike. Scorch had to grip tighter on her. The wind helped push them faster along and Demyx kept firing her leg muscles to flex. Grabbing hold of a paper she prepared to fling and fly.
Turning the corner where she has a clear shot of the door Demyx threw the newspaper.
It soared through the air with a direct path line but it was not where Demyx aimed.
The paper had been flung and crashed through the door window. "Shit!"
Demyx booked it on her bike never looking back.
Heart racing and pulse pounding Demyx prayed to God that he would have mercy on her. Scorch looked just as guilty as she did even though he didn't have a part in it.
Parking her bike she turned around to head into the church when something caught her eye.
Down the road she could hear the faint echo of clumping hooves. Smoke was in the distance as well forming a floating trail towards her.
Scorch began to chirp in confusion. "I don't know bud."
The source was getting closer. The hooves could actually be defined by now.
"They aren't from this region."
A purple and yellow wooden carriage being drug by six Rapidashes. They braked to a halt almost instantly upon arriving in front of the church.
Demyx and Scorch waited for someone to exit but no one came out. The windows to the carriage had drapes over them concealing the inside. Demyx was about to approach the doors when they swung open abruptly and intensely.
Jumping a little Demyx watched and waited for a figure to emerge. Scorch got off of his perch and landed in his trainer's arms.
A hand slowly let the sun of the earth touch it from inside the carriage. Followed by the rest of the body, Demyx opened her jaw in awe and confusion.
Out came a slightly older woman with long blonde hair and blue eyes lighter than the sky. She almost seemed blind. Stepping down Demyx got the full view of her. She wore a dress that ended at her ankles. It was a splash of purple, black, and yellow. A symbol of sorts that looked to be lightning bolts held the dress at her collar bone. She wore a light colored fur shaw on her shoulders. Lightning bolts were also displayed on her ears as earrings.
The woman turned to Demyx with a firm stare, locking eyes with her.
"Is this the church of "A Child's Sanctuary"? If so please direct me to the Mother or a Sister of this church."
Her voice was a little raspy but held femininity in a demanding tone.
Demyx had to breathe a little.
"Yes...I I will bring one out."
With that Demyx and Scorch scuttled inside. The door to the outside was open and Demyx could hear the kids playing. She put down Scorch and ran outside with him close behind.
The children were in their best clothing hoping to impress the person who was to pick one of them. Sister Skye was trying to make sure the kids didn't run into mud or anything that could dirty them.
"Sister Skye!"
Skye turned in the direction she heard her name and smiled. Demyx ran up to her.
"Demyx you seem almost out of breathe. Good ride I presume?"
"Nevermind the bike ride there's a woman outside waiting for either you or Mother Rose."
"She's here already?"
Both women walked away from the kids putting Urik in charge of keeping them in line for the short while they'll be gone.
Demyx opened the door for Skye but soon regretted it. Demyx saw Miss Wailiner outside grilling to the woman. She then spotted Demyx and like a Tauros charged after the front door towards her.
Wincing for what was to come next Scorch chirped loudly and jumped onto her shoulder, ready for a challenge,...again.
"You little tramp! You purposefully threw the newspaper into my window! Ugh I don't know what my son sees in you but all I see is a delinquent!"
"Easy there woman. I didn't mean to do it. I was in a hurry to get back and it just,... Yea." Demyx didn't have any better explanations than that. Plus why would she do it on purpose? To get nagged to by her?
Sister Skye to the rescue as usual. "Please ladies. Let us not fight in front of a guest."
Both women turned to the "guest". She still held her firm stare. She actually seemed bored.
Sister Skye went to talk to the woman and led her inside the church.
Once the door was shut and they could hear footsteps leaving both ladies continued their argument. rage and anger seething out of both of them.
"You threw this through the window on purpose!"
"Woman! I dare not try to start something with you because all you do is bitch and complain and listen to yourself talk! Plus your youngest son needs to get a life besides battling me and your older son needs to stop trying to touch me!"
"My son would never lay his hands upon a girl without consent! And he certainly needs to learn to leave trash alone."
"Your son belongs in the trash alongside you."
The woman began to redden with fury and screamed.
"Rrrrrr! THAT'S IT! Battle me bitch them maybe I can put you in your place!"
"Bring it on pudgy!" Scorch watched and listened to every word and as soon as the battle was declared he sprung forward itching to fight.
On the brick road they set themselves up.
"Scorch is obviously gonna fight."
"Chirp Chirp!"
"Today I shall use this guy. Lombre!"
Out of her pokeball popped out a Lombre. It did a small jig before settling down.
"The first to knockout the other wins." Demyx explained.
"Agreed. Lombre use Rain Dance."
It began to sprinkle down droplets of rain. Demyx put up her hood to cover herself.
"Scorch use Quick Attack!"
The chick sprinted in a zig zag path then pounded the Lombre.
Lombre recovered quickly and waited on a command.
"Use Water Gun!"
"Dodge it!"
The blast of water came fast but Scorch dodged it easily by jumping high into the air.
'Using fire type moves won't have much effect with this rain.' Demyx thought out.
"Scorch use Swift!"
Scorch chirp and while in the air he opened his beak and spewed forth spiraling stars of gold.
Most missed but some landed directly on Lombre and sent him flying.
The rain began to slow. And the clouds began to spread.
"Alright Scorch end it with Flamethrower!"
Scorch puffed up his chest in a large puff of breathe and exhaled an intense lane of fire. The flame engulfed the Lombre and the pokemon screeched in pain.
Wailiner sneered as she knew she was defeated. The fire dissipated and revealed a scathed unconscious Lombre.
Demyx cheered and Scorch chirped loudly before turning around and running towards her. Kneeling down to catch him Demyx opened her arms wide and embraced the small fire bird.
Demyx saw Miss Wailiner return her pokemon and stomp towards the duo. She approached them and opened her mouth but it soon closed and her eyes had been plastered by fear and embarrassment.
Demyx turned around and saw all the children poking their heads out of the door with the woman from the carriage outside just behind her.
Suddenly becoming embarrassed herself Demyx felt the heat rush to her face. "Uhh duh uuuhh..."
She couldn't speak correctly from her sudden shyness. The woman lifted her hand up to silence her. "No need. I saw and heard everything."
The middle aged woman was smiling as she said this. She approached Demyx and peered down at Scorch. "You have a strong bond with this one. It makes me wonder how you will be with others."
'What's this lady spouting?'
Whispers and mutterings were heard as the kids scattered behind the door and Mother Rose Sister Skye walked outside.
Rose was smoking out the ears at the display, but you could tell she was trying to hold herself back and calm herself.
Skye stepped to Miss Wailiner.
"I believe you should head home."
Miss Wailiner sneered a goodbye and tromped off.
Skye turned around readying her apology on Demyx's behalf.
"I'm so sorry ma'am-"
"No need."
Shocked and confused at her interjection everyone exchanged glances.
Rose now spoke up. "Excuse me?"
"No need for an apology."
More shifting eyes then focused on her.
Rose then cleared her throat. "Well then, may we show you to the children?"
"No."
Throughout the whole confusing conversation the woman never moved her eyes from Demyx.
"I'll take her."
Demyx felt her knees weaken and she would've let herself fall if Scorch weren't in her arms. A gasp echoed around them. The children heard and began whispering among themselves.
"Wha-... What...?"
Demyx felt her whole being shake. She sensed overwhelming joy, safeness, and questioning engulf her being.
The woman placed her palm on her shoulder. It held much warmth but it was also firm and rough like a callus.
"I want to adopt you."
Skye almost choked herself up and beamed a smile of pure happiness for her friend. Mother Rose was just as surprised as everyone else but she too was joyful.
The children all attacked the door and instead of jealousy and whining filling the air cheer and bliss came from them for Demyx's benefit.
The woman went inside Mother Rose's office while Demyx was to gather her belongings, which was not a lot. Demyx sat with Scorch on her now empty vacant bed with her two duffle bags on the ground. Scorch scooted closer to Demyx trying to look at her face. Demyx stared at the ground before her. She was leaving. Leaving all her memories behind.
She has lived her whole life here. 17 years with the church and eight years with Scorch. Demyx could feel the tears surfacing and poking the rims of her eyes.
'What will happen while I'm gone? Will the children become disobediant? Will Urik be ok?'
Demyx was thinking about everything but her situation. Scorch pecked at her sleeve to get her attention. When she didn't respond he ran back a bit on the bed and with a running start head butted her in the side.
"Geez! Scorch what was that for?!" Demyx whined while rubbing her ribs.
Scorch chirped loudly trying to explain somthing to her but even Demyx couldn't comprehend what he frantically trying to say.
Getting frustrated Scorch dove into a duffle bag and popped his head out, beak open.
Demyx dipped her head down saw an obstruction was in his mouth. Dislodging it she now saw why he was spazzing earlier.
Picking up her bags Demyx leaned a shoulder down for Scorch to jump on. He happily accepted. Once he was perched she took off out of her room. She dropped her begs at the front door and began to turn with the item in her hand still. Though she had to stop herself from continuing. Her new parent was in front of her.
"Not ready to go?"
Demyx stared at her. This woman seemed like such a foreigner to her. She couldn't read her intentions at all.
"No, I'm not."
The woman nodded slowly and stepped to the side to let her pass.
Demyx smiled and bolted off to the backyard the woman not far behind.
Outside the two 10 year olds were battling. The girl had a Ralts and the boy used a Wingull. Most of the other children were watching intently. One lad was an eager audience watching with anticipation. Urik tried to imagine. Him as a world class trainer and couldn't wait for his tenth birthday to come around. The only saddening thing was that Demyx wouldn't be there for it. He adored Demyx as if she was his older sister. He had been at the orphanage for five years and Demyx would always shield him from bullies becaus of his size. He was starting to grow but was still a short child for his age. He was happy that she finally got adopted but he didn't want her to leave at the same time. So that he wouldn't cry he tried avoiding her all day.
The Ralts kept telaporting out of the way of the Wingull's attacks and finally the Ralts ended the battle with a Confusion.
As the Wingull fell all of the kids heard the stomping of a pair of feet.
"Urik!"
Urik turned to his name and saw Demyx running to him. He almost immediately began to tear up and starting walking backwards away from her.
Demyx notices this and stopped herself.
"Urik."
He clenched his eyes shut and shook his head "no".
Demyx was almost heartbroken but still inched to him. His body now shook from frustration and sadness.
Kneeling down to his level Demyx brushed away his hair and tried to get him to look at her.
"Poochey..."
At the sound of his nickname Urik opened his eyes and balled. He tried wiping his tears away but they kept coming out.
"Aaahh! D-Don't leave Demy! I don't want to you to gooo! Waah!" he wailed.
Demyx assisted him in wiping away his tears. "Poochey I have to go. This is what I've always wanted. To have a...family."
"I c-can be your family..." he sniffed.
Smiling at his comment Demyx laid both hands on his shoulders.
"Poochey..."
"*Sniff* What?"
"I know I won't be here for your birthday but I have your present right now."
Urik looked up at her with eyes of awe.
Demyx pulled a small pokeball out of her pocket and presented it to Urik.
He took the pokeball and looked over it. Done with inspecting it he faced it towards the grass. The familiar red beam buzzed out and out of the ball appeared a hyper active Poocheyena. It yipped an barked and sat obediently waiting a command. It peered into Urik's eyes and cocked it's head in curiosity.
"I caught her while saving a nutty professor."
Urik knelt down and picked the pokemon up, holding her out at arm length. She barked at her new trainer.
"She's... Amazing! Oh thank you Demyx!"
Urik hugged Demyx while still holding his new partner.
Demyx embraced him and held him for a long while.
Knowing she had to leave Demyx unlinked arms and stood. "Now you grow string with her at your side, ya hear?"
Nodding Urik looked at his Poocheyena. "I will I promise."
Demyx turned around and began walking away. She held back her tears until that very last moment, when she heard Urik say, "I will call you Demy."