Yeah, this used to be a different story but then I looked back and saw how terrible it was and thought up of a new concept and decided to change it to hopefully make it less suck-ish after reading and watching crack stories. I noticed Tone was rather "Bianca-ish" in personality, so I changed that too.
Though I think she's closer to Hugh in personality now. D'oh. Oh well, I'll make it work somehow.
Also, a word: Don't take anything in here seriously. That is all.
DISCLAIMER: DON'T OWN ANYTHING!
Chapter 1: And So It Begins
For as long as Tone could remember, it was just her older brother and herself.
She had no idea who or where her parents were, and her brother never talked about them. So she often came to the conclusion that she was a clone or something. Her brother was a scientist after all, so it actually sounded possible.
But whether she was biologically related to him or a freakish product of science didn't really matter to Tone. He was her older brother, he was family, and family should always be cherished. That's what the books and TV said so! So Tone continued to adore her brother and looked up to him, even if he did barely come home most of the time. He was just that enthusiastic about his research.
However, her brother was a genius when it came to science. Tone was not. She could barely listen to his scientific babble without her brain short-circuiting half-way through his explanations. Even looking at anything sciencific-y made her eyes burn.
Tone was more into super cool action heroes, like the ones she sees on television. The ones that beat up the bad guys while spouting about love and justice, defend the weak and wear those colorful costumes while doing some unnecessary posing in the process, that kind of thing.
But hey, Tone loved those shows. So much, that she practically integrated the act of being a hero into her mind and soul. So she went off to the outside world, spreading her "justice" and ended up physically assaulting anyone whom she deemed as "evil", pulling off wrestling moves people didn't know a toddler was capable of doing. One of her classmates in pre-school had called her a "Hero Freak" and she actually took that as a compliment.
She had good intentions, really. But the girl could simply not wrap her head around the fact that mauling people - especially mascots who are most definitely not out to kidnap children - is not a good idea. So her brother told her that "the world wasn't ready for her justice" and decided that she was better off staying at home for the rest of her life. And she actually believed it.
And so Tone spent the numerous years of her childhood stuck inside her home. She would've been classified as a lazy shut-in had she not been constantly practicing even more "special moves" to pass the time. Because heroes always need to be prepared, is what she told herself.
Tone had long been used to being the only person in the house, faithfully guarding her and her beloved older brother's home from any pitiful sucker who ever dared to try to even rob the place.
(No one did. Anymore. The first and last dude who tried and ended up having a broken nose can attest to that.)
Most parents would have a heart-attack at the mere thought of leaving their twelve-year old kids in the house all by themselves, but Tone was capable of taking care of herself on her own. Her brother would send her food and all the necessary things she needed to survive, so it was all good.
And in a world where parents send off their ten-year kids in a totally unfamiliar environment where dangerous criminals and 'mons run rampant they really got no excuse to complain.
But at this moment Tone wasn't by herself. Her brother was actually with her for once in his rare visits back home, excitedly rambling about how he got hired by this totally-not-suspicious-old-guy to work in some totally-not-suspicious organization.
"He commended me for my research, and said that I was perfectly fit for 'serving' under him! He also seemed to be a family man, so how could I refuse?"
Tone merely nodded along as he was talking. "I'm so happy for you, Big Brother!"
He adjusted his glinting glasses at the bridge of his nose. "Though being offered such a position is incredibly enticing, I care not for such details. To be given the opportunity to further my research is all what interests me!"
Tone continued to nod like a bobblehead. "I see, I see!"
The brother suddenly pauses. "Ah, I had nearly forgotten! Take this, little sister!"
He handed her a Poké Ball.
"What's this, Big Brother? A souvenir?" She asks.
"On the contrary! That Poké Ball contains a Pokémon! As you aware, my research focuses on the potential of Pokémon. Interestingly, their kind start off with zero friendship, so I decided to capture it and give it to you so that you may raise it and bring out its full potential through friendship!" The brother explains passionately.
"R-really?! You're too kind, Big Brother!" Tone says with gratitude. "May I open it and see?"
He nods. "But of course!"
She presses the button on the Poké Ball and a brown rabbit with fluffy patches of fur on its ears and lower body emerges into her hands. "It's a Buneary!"
"I happened to come across it in the Castelia Sewers. It tried to kill me!" He says with a laugh.
"Haha, I see!" In the first place, Tone had no idea why her brother liked hanging out so much in the sewers, but she figured it must be a researcher thing.
And so they laughed,
and laughed,
and laughed.
The Buneary kicked Tone in the face.
TWO YEARS LATER...
A fourteen-year old Tone was busy sitting on the floor unhealthily watching way too close to the TV screen in a dark room. Her usual TV show was on again.
*Tan-da-da-da-da-dad-da-whatever-insert-heroic-music-here*
"I'll show you right here and now, Dark Ranger! Evil will always fall to great righteousness, love, friendship, AND JUSTICE! NOW, TAKE THIS! SUPER-ULTRA-OMEGA-GIGA-ULTIMATE-EPIC-AWESOME-POWERFUL-ALPHA-SONIC-THIS-ATTACK-NAME-IS-STUPIDLY-LONG-BUT-IT'S-JUST-A-PUNCH-ANYWAY PUNCH!"
"NOOOOOOOOO! CURSE YOU, SKIN-TIGHT WEARING HERO AND YOUR RIDICULOUSLY THEMED ATTACK NAMES!"
*cue massive explosion*
A doorslam suddenly interrupts Tone from her show, light streaming in from outside. Tone recoils and hisses like a vampire at the sudden brightness.
A lab-coat wearing man enters the room with glasses glinting. That is, until he switched on the lights, his un-glinting glasses showing his excited amber eyes.
"Little sister! There you are!"
Tone blinks as her eyes adjust to the brightness, and stands up upon recognizing the figure. "Oh, Big Brother! What a surprise! You normally don't come back home after six months!" she says, as if not visiting your relative for six months was completely normal.
The lab-coat wearing man spreads out his arms dramatically. "Dear sister of mine, rejoice! For I have chosen you-" – cue finger point – "To once again, aid me in my research!"
Tone's eyes widen, sparkles decorating her face as if she just won something huge. "Ooooh! I'm so honored, Big Brother!"
The brother nods in approval at her reaction. "You see, the family man had recently told me of a story revolving around the previous Champion. And I thought to myself that they must have raised their Pokémon to reach their utmost potential, and I was simply inspired! So! Little sister!"
He pauses. For dramatic effect.
Then finger point again. "I have decided! You will be going on a journey so that I may witness for myself the potential of Pokémon strengthened through human bonds!"
Tone's eyes manage to get even wider, somehow. "Big Brother...you mean to say that...it is my time?!"
"Yes! I would have never foreseen that this day would actually come, but! You will finally be stepping outside yet once more! I have already contacted Professor Juniper and she had informed me that her assistant should be at Aspertia City. She said this 'Bianca' person is a blonde girl with glasses and a giant green hat. Either way, the professor had also added that she had a 'ditzy feel' on her, so she should be easy to spot. You will meet up with her to claim your Pokémon and Pokédex!" The brother explains.
Tone tightens her fists trying, and failing, to stay calm from excitement. "Finally...! The fateful day has arrived!"
('Ugh, you two are as freakishly over-dramatic as usual.')
And finally, the Buneary makes her presence known.
She had been sitting in a corner the entire time, watching on this sibling nerd-gasm with an exasperated look. You'd think that she'd get used to their antics after witnessing it for two years, but nooo.
Tone turns to the grouchy-looking rabbit with a smile on her face. "Bunny! Isn't it amazing?! We finally get to go out now!"
The Buneary whose nickname turns out to be "Bunny" didn't look at all as happy as her Trainer was. ('Whoop-de-freaking-yay.') She had said in the flattest tone (hah) ever.
And yes, the Buneary that was given to her turned out to be female, but acted the complete opposite of most Bunearys with all the kicking, punching and death glares she gave. In short, a total jerkass.
But for some reason, Tone didn't mind her behavior and seems to have interpreted her constant physical abuse as a sign of affection.
The lack of social interaction in her life must have messed up her standards. Poor girl.
She had even given her a Silk Scarf that she wrapped around her neck to make her look like one of those superheroes on TV. Bunny thought it was the stupidest reason ever, but since they boost Normal-type attacks she just went with it.
The older brother also turns his attention on the Buneary. "Hm, yes, perhaps this journey would also provide the appropriate stimulation for the Pokémon to grow as well."
"Oh, but Big Brother, Bunny and I already get along so well!" Tone says with a laugh.
The brother nods with a smile, even if that statement was a complete utter lie. "Yes, but nevertheless there's always room for further growth! Now, before you be on your way, here is your Trainer Card to identify you as a Trainer, and I have gone through the liberty of buying you a Xtransceiver, which we will use to contact each other."
He hands her over the items, Tone inspecting the Xtransceiver in different angles as it was the first time she saw one up close. Other than TV commercials, at least.
"So, sister of mine! Pack your things, for you will depart immediately!"
Tone didn't have to reach that far, her monochrome-colored (definitely not symbolic) backpack was just lying there collecting dust from never being used since the first time she got it. Stuffing her wallet and the items her brother had given to her in the bag, she turns to her Buneary, who had still not moved and still not changed her sour-face.
"Bunny, come on!" Tone says, gesturing to her shoulder.
Bunny stares unblinkingly at her for a few seconds before eventually complying and jumping on her shoulder. Bunny was one of those Pokémon who didn't like to spend most of their time stuck in a Poké Ball, so Tone always let her out and do whatever she wanted.
Then the two siblings head outside, Tone expecting to either fly or walk on the way. Because you can totally get to another part of the region by foot, yeah right.
"I am aware that you do not yet possess a Pokémon that can fly," her brother says, gazing upon her Buneary. "So, I will let my Magnemite take you to your place of destination!"
As if on cue, various Magnemite come out and attach themselves to the girl.
"Well then, you may be off!"
Taking this as a go-signal, the Magnemite take off into the skies, the girl looking like she's enjoying it and the Buneary still resting on her shoulder with a poker face.
"REMEMBER, LITTLE SISTER! DO THIS IN ORDER TO CONTRIBUTE FOR SCIIIIEEEENNNCE!" Her brother calls out, unnecessary blue cowlick swaying in the wind.
MEANWHILE, ON SOME OTHER PART OF UNOVA...
A brown-haired man marches up on the stairs, and slams the door to a room open loudly, revealing a brown-haired girl sleeping in a messy unfeminine-like position on her bed with her mouth wide open and drool coming out of it.
"Hey! How long are you going to keep sleeping?!"
*snore*
Seeing that the girl wasn't budging, the man comes over to her bed and continues to try and wake her.
"Hey!"
*snore*
"HEY!"
*more snoring noises*
A vein pops out in his balding head.
"I SAID WAKE UP, YOU DAMN BRAT!" He yells into her ear.
"AAAAAGH WHAT THE F-CK?!"
The girl freaks out, hurriedly getting up. Her blue eyes then settle on the man staring sternly at her with his arms crossed. "What the hell, pops! Are you trying to make me deaf or something!?" She shouts at him while rubbing her still-blaring eardrums.
"Like you have any right to complain! Do you know what time it is already?" The man, now identified as her dad, responds.
"...Hah?" She mutters back with half-lidded eyes while scratching her hair.
Another vein pops into the dad's head. "You're supposed to be getting your freaking 'mon today! Bianca's already waiting at Aspertia!"
The girl's eyes widen as she lets out a "Oh, frick!" as she leaps out of bed, hurriedly starting to undress from her yellow pajamas.
The father quickly covers his eyes with a red face as he rushes towards the door. "Have some shame, you dumb brat!"
"Aw, geez! Why didn't you wake me up earlier?!" The girl, now fully dressed with her bag over her shoulder, tells to her dad, who was currently at the dining room reading the newspaper.
"As if it's my fault! You were the one who was up all night disturbing the neighbors while you were screaming like a banshee about going on your journey today!" The father tells her gruffly, eyes never leaving the newspaper.
"Uh, actually, you were the one who barged into my room and yelled at me to shut up, and that's what pissed the neighbors off," the girl replies.
"SO ARE YOU GOING OR NOT?!" The father yells.
The girl raises her hands in front of her as a form of defense. "Geesh, pops, you don't have to get so high-blood first thing in the morning." A teasing grin suddenly makes a way into her face. "Aww, wait, don't tell me daddy's gonna miss his little girl?"
The man's face flushes red. "Like hell! I oughta be celebrating now that I don't have to look after your sorry ass anymore! That's another pain in the neck out of my hair!"
"Aw, pops, you don't have to deny it!" The girl says smugly. "...You're losing hair!"
"And whose damn fault do you think it is!?" The dad yells back. "And you're no better, with that donut-shaped hairstyle!"
"Pops, how long am I gonna have to keep saying this? Donuts are life! I wear this hairstyle in honor of the donuts and their wheat-making creators!" The girl replies in all utter seriousness.
"Yeah, and I'm sure the Pidove feel the same way seeing that they always drop by your head and peck at it every morning," the dad replies sarcastically.
"Don't diss the donut awesomeness! I'm not gonna stand here and hear you insult my perfectly delicious hairstyle on the most significant day of my life!" The girl says with a huff as she turns to the door. "Anyways, I better get going before you go permanently bald or something. See ya, pops! Don't worry, I'll try to keep in touch!" She says, waving a hand as she exits the door.
The dad snorts in his seat, going back to read the news. "Feh, that annoying brat."
His eyes land upon a picture frame showing him along with two brown haired girls, the one with the donut-hairdo and the other taller one sporting curlier hair. "So much like her sister."
The girl closes the door behind her. "Heh, that pops. I know he's still worrying about me and Big Sis. He could have just said so. Though knowing him, he'll never say it out until his deathbed. Ha."
She then walks a few steps forward, adjusts her pink and white visor, looks to the sky and takes a deep breath.
"LOOK OUT, WORLD! ROSA INSERT-LAST-NAME-HERE IS COMING FOR YA!"
"ARCEUS DAMMIT, DONUT-HAIR! YOU'RE ALWAYS SO FREAKING NOISY!" A neighbor yells out from somewhere.
"SHUT IT, ASSHATS! YOU'RE KILLING MY MOMENT!"
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...Who Tone's brother is should be fairly obvious.
UP NEXT:
"SWEET ARCEUS CORPSES ARE FALLING FROM THE SKY!"
"You two are the first human females I've seen in a while!"
"Though your journey will be full of danger, drama, and everything most likely trying to kill you, don't be discouraged! Fight on like the little ten-year old girl that you are! Fight the hormones!"
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She then walks a few steps forward, adjusts her pink and white visor, looks to the sky and takes a deep breath.
"LOOK OUT, WORLD! ROSA INSERT-LAST-NAME-HERE IS COMING – WHOA, WHOA, WHOA! WHAT THE HELL – GET OFF MY HEAD YOU CRAZY PIDOVES! MY HAIR IS NOT MEANT TO BE EATEN!"
Inside their home, the dad smirks as he hears the girl's screams from outside. "Heh, donut-hair."