A/N: This is my first story with other's OC's! I'm not a well-known writer but I hope I can still leave everyone satisfied. This will be a sequel, but I also hope to make it its own story. It's going to be a short story in that it will only have a certain number of major chapters. Although, the chapters will be longer than this one or any of the chapters from A Shot at Friendship.
Sorry it took so long but, you know, things happen. Being a newer writer and a beginner at OC stories, I don't expect a lot of submissions, but I just think it would help give me a little extra motivation to update semi-regularly. So, if you're interested in being in the story PM me and I'll send you an OC form; please read the prelude so you know what is going on. But, now, without further a due I present to you the prelude to Diamond Eyes.
By the way, I claim no ownership of Pokémon.
Five Years Ago...
"Breaking News! Pokémon across Unova are being stolen from their Trainers by mysterious bandits! This band of thieves seems to appear and disappear in an instant. No word yet on if the Unova PD has any leads. More as it develops."
Hima's mother turned the television off and shook her head. "It seems no region is safe from greed," she said. "And that's why we want you to wait until you're older for your own Pokémon, Hima, so that you can take better care of it." Hima pouted and looked down in disappointment. "I know you're twelve, Hima, but you're still not ready. The last thing I want for you is to have your Pokémon stolen," she said as she rubbed her hand over his shaggy brown hair.
Hima got up from his seat and walked to his room. He closed the door behind him and walked to his desk. He grabbed his round glasses and put them over his brown eyes. He took out his notepad and opened it to a sketch of a Trainer standing next to three very tough looking Pokémon. He picked up a pencil and began to work on one of them. "Someday," he thought, "I'll be the most awesome Trainer of all Icirrus City. And then... then people will like me." He put his pencil down and looked at the picture. "Cobalion, Virizion, Terrakion! I choose you!"
Two Years Ago...
"What good do Pokémon get out of battles? All it seems to do is give Trainers sick entertainment and hurt the Pokémon... Pokémon deserve better than that... He deserves better than that..."
"Vaughn!" a blue eyed young man pushed the long blue hair out of his face and looked up from his daydream at his older brother who was engaged in a heated Pokémon battle. "Pay attention and you might actually learn something!" Vaughn sighed and rested his head in his hands. The older boy turned back to his Pokémon and called out, "Hitmontop! Use Triple Kick!"
The Handstand Pokémon spun at the opposing Tranquill. "Dodge it, Tranquill!" the other Trainer shouted. The Wild Pigeon Pokémon flew up into the air and turned at the Hitmontop. "Use Air Cutter, Tranquill!" It listened to its Trainer and launched a gust of razor-like wind at its enemy.
"Hit! Mon!" the Pokémon cried as it fell to the ground.
Vaughn's older brother growled, "Hitmontop, you lazy dreidel! Get up!" The Pokémon pushed itself up by its hands but collapsed as Vaughn watched yet another painful defeat for Hitmontop. His older brother grabbed his hair as he returned his Pokémon to its Ball and shouted, "No! No, not again! You stupid, stupid Pokémon!" Vaughn scowled as he watched his brother in a fit of rage.
"Hey, guy," the other Trainer said, concerned. "It's just one battle. Not the end of the world. Be easier on your Pokémon."
Vaughn's brother looked at his opponent and hissed, "Shut up, shut up, shut up! My Pokémon are better than this! I should be winning against everyone!"
Vaughn growled under his breath, "You're right, they are better than that. You just aren't a good Trainer."
Suddenly, a strange woman with red hair in an unusual uniform approached. "Do you think it's wise to be treating your Pokémon like that?" she said as she walked toward Vaughn's brother.
He angrily looked at her and said, "What do you care? It's my Pokémon!"
She stood right in front of him and stared into his eyes. "It may be so. But it is people like you who show just how inhumane 'Trainers' are." She grabbed him by the arm and said, "You don't deserve a Pokémon companion." Vaughn saw her slip his brother's Poké Balls from his belt but said nothing of it.
He pushed her back and said, "You don't know anything about me. Get out of here before you end up starting something you can't finish."
She smiled and said, "Fine. Your face makes me sick, anyway." She turned and walked off.
"So..." the other Trainer whistled, "about my prize money..."
"What?!" Vaughn saw this as his opportunity to run.
He ran after the strange woman. "Hey!" he cried out to her. She kept walking but looked over her shoulder. Vaughn caught up with her and said, "I saw what you did back there." She stopped. "I don't think he deserves to own Pokémon, either."
The woman faced Vaughn. "In reality... No one does," she said, looking deeply into his eyes. She turned back and started walking again.
"I agree completely," Vaughn said as he ran to keep up with her, but almost bumped into her as she suddenly stopped again.
"Do you, now?" she said with interest in her voice.
Vaughn gulped down a nerve and said, "Absolutely... I've watched that poor Hitmontop and the rest of that guy's Pokémon get hurt in stupid battles for far too long."
She looked back at him with a raised eyebrow. She drew a Poké Ball out of her pocket and handed it to Vaughn. Just as he reached out for it, though, she drew it back and said, "You think you can be a better Pokémon handler than him?" Vaughn nodded. "Do you think you can rid the world of the cruelty that is 'Pokémon Training'?" Vaughn nodded again. She looked at him intensely and after a few seconds said, "Follow me." Vaughn smiled. He wasn't sure where he was going but wherever it was he somehow felt like he'd be right at home.
The sun set over the bright, blooming spring horizon. Hima looked out over it and asked to the sawsbuck next to him, "It's been a few days now since we've been partners, but we've known each other for quite a while now, haven't we?"
Mack thought, "Pretty sure," as he sat at the ledge of the top floor of the Dragonspiral Tower.
"I think it's been about a year and a half," Hima said. He put his hands in the pockets of his white sweatshirt and pulled out a pen and added shade to a sketch. "I don't think I would have made it through the rest of high school without you."
Mack scoffed, "that's for sure."
Hima looked up from his notepad at the sawsbuck. "And through it all you'll still be the best friend I'll ever have," he said with a smile.
Mack looked back at Hima. "And such a privilege it is to be one of the two friends you have," he thought.
Hima punched Mack's shoulder and said, "in a sarcastic mood, huh?
Mack smiled. "And if only you could hear the exact words I said you'd probably punch me harder and more often."
Hima said more seriously, "but, really, you're the one who helped me out the most." He put his arm around Mack's neck and scratched the remaining white fur from his shedding winter coat. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
Mack pulled away and stood up. "Okay... I get it, I'm awesome... Enough with the touchy feely." Hima laughed, put the pen away and turned the notepad around to show a picture of the odd stone in the middle of the room to Mack. "Not bad," Mack thought. "But I still don't understand why you can't just go back to see the real thing."
Hima looked out at Icirrus City and watched the lights in the buildings go on. "Come on, Mack," Hima said, gesturing toward the stairs. "It's time to head home." Hima pulled out a Poké Ball.
Mack looked at it and thought, "fine, but only until we get to the bottom of the..." Mack shuddered as he thought, "stairs... Then I'm coming right back out."
The next day, two Trainers sat at the bridge of the entrance to the Dragonspiral Tower. "So," the female Trainer said, looking to her pale friend, "whatever happened to those glasses you used to wear?"
Hima raised an eyebrow and asked, "What glasses, Jessica?" Even though he'd known her for a few years, he still couldn't help but analyze her. She was a tan girl from his class with black hair and brown eyes. She was always a modest Trainer, wearing high collar blouses, sweater vests, and skirts that went down a little past her knees and boots that came up to meet them. She always seemed like a professional, well-mannered girl, but Hima knew better by then. But one thing that was obvious was that cute Pokémon were her thing.
She scrunched up her nose, pointed to it and said, "You know? The round ones that made your nose look stubby?" Her Whimsicott giggled.
Hima self-consciously touched his nose and looked to his Sawsbuck who just shrugged. "I feel like I don't need them anymore," he said. "And my nose isn't stubby..."
Jessica laughed and shook her head. "I know, but it's funny to bring it up." She looked to the Sawsbuck and said, "Also, I liked your presentation on Mack. I think Sawsbucks are pretty cool."
Mack smugly smiled and proudly raised his head. Hima laughed, "Yeah, so does he. And actually the plural of Sawsbuck is still Sawsbuck." Mack rolled his eyes which made Jessica's Whimsicott smack Mack upside the head.
"Okay," Jessica said, nodding. "I'll remember that." Mack got up and whacked Whimsicott with his horn. Whimsicott taunted Mack and he angrily swung at Whimsicott again. "Hey, hey!" Jessica said, surprised.
Hima shouted, "What are you guys doing?" Whimsicott and Mack went tumbling into the nearby grass. "Cut it out!" Hima and Jessica ran after them.
Without warning, they heard someone from down the trail shout, "Hey! Hey you, Stupid Trainers!" Hima and Jessica turned to see a group of people in odd uniforms coming up the road with one of them with blue hair under his cowl running at them. "You think that's fun?"
Hima was dumbfounded. "What?"
"Making your Pokémon fight like that," he said, pointing accusingly at them. "You find that fun?"
Hima and Jessica turned to Mack and Whimsicott who were oblivious to the situation; Whimsicott sitting on Mack's head and pulling on his eyelids. "It's not for fun," Hima tried to explain. "It's-"
"Don't try to make excuses!" the blue haired boy said. "You Trainers are all the same! None of you deserve Pokémon!" Hima and Jessica stood there, shocked.
"Hey!" a woman with red hair called from the group as they passed by. "Forget it. We can deal with them after we're done with our service to the king."
The blue haired boy turned back to Hima and Jessica and angrily said, "You just wait for it. Once our king rules over Unova you two will be the first Trainers I'll force to liberate their Pokémon!" He then stormed off with his group toward the Dragonspiral Tower.
Finally, Mack and Whimsicott stopped fighting long enough to realize there were people heading for the Dragonspiral Tower and Mack gave Hima a look as if to say, "Who are they?"
Hima looked back at them and said, "I don't know. But I feel like we should go alert the Ranger."
A/N: So, Hima has met Vaughn... What part will they both play in the rise and fall and rise again of Team Plasma? How will they affect the flow of Black and Black 2? ...Yes, I'm going with B&B2... Well, to find out, you'll have to wait until the next installment of Diamond Eyes! Entitled: I'm On the Frontline. So, please, if you're interested in being part of the story, PM me and I'll send you an OC form!