Hey, people. This is a very dear project to me and my sister. We've been having ideas for this fic for years and we had written some sketches but the serious writing just started last year. We revised our sketches and made modifications, keeping one thing or another. Our goal is to write their stories since high school till adult lives. If we're going to achieve this, well, just the time will say. But at least the High School will be written!
This story goes on an Alternative Universe. And, no, Pokémon will not appear. Maybe one or other reference, but the priorities are the characters and their relationships. (I really wanted to put Pokémon on this, but we're having so many work with just the characters, imagine with all their Pokémon…) The ages of the characters were modified a little, and some of their family relationships too.
This all said, I hope you guys enjoy our story!
Disclaimer: Pokémon Adventures and its characters don't belong to us.
CHAPTER 00: Prologue – Always in a trash life
Bill POV
Monday 6:00 AM
I woke with a strange noise.
…Drums? At 6 o'clock?
I opened my wardrobe and tried to pull a random outfit, but something was clogging it. I pulled again, nothing.
-How strange, the outfit isn't coming… Wait, what is this? – I approached cautiously – Aaaaah! – I quickly locked the wardrobe. Was it just my impression or had I seen a moving creature inside there?
I took a bath, dressed up, went downstairs and ate a cereal bar.
-Who left the window open? I have already told plenty times that if we don't let it closed, we're going to be eaten alive…
I closed the window to avoid insects and, when trying to do the same with the curtain, I saw little shaped cutouts garments at its bottom. I mentally cursed Ruby.
-Next time, just buy one green- phlegm or yellow-vomit. – I talked to myself. I went to work and, in the back, I bought some snacks and frozen food. It was the most practical and the cheapest option. Feeding eight men isn't easy…
When I returned, I said to them:
-This is your dinner today. Now, eat. – I threw a package to each of them and kept the rest in the kitchen cabinet. When I returned to the living room, there was an impasse in the air.
-Noodles? I ate this three times in this week. And today is Monday! – Pearl manifested.
-And from this brand? Their factory was interdicted last week! – Red seemed startled.
That's why it I bought it, it was cheaper…
-Shrimp flavor?! You know I'm allergic to shrimp! – Gold complained.
-I'm starting to develop allergy to industrialized food. How long it was since I ate something homemade? – retorted Ruby.
-Foooood! – said Diamond before start to devour his lamen.
-I think it's better you eat without complain, or else, Dia will do it for you. – Sometimes Dia was really convenient.
-…- Green didn't seem to care.
-…- this is Silver.
They started eating, but, since peace never lasts long, this quiet moment quickly ended.
-Bill! I'm thirsty! – Dia finished his lamen and wanted a garnish. Sometimes Dia was really inconvenient…
-I'm too! But bring me something cold, right? – Gold, you relaxed!
-Hey, Bill! – a self-seeking Ruby approached.
-What do you want?
-Since you're going shopping, could you bring some seam lines for me? – he said with a little grin in the face.
-No. I already went out and just came back, so I'm tired. I don't want to lose my time choosing seam lines for someone who spoiled the curtains!
-Ah, that? Heheheh – he let a farfetched grin out – I can mend all the clothes you want!
I don't want it. But I'm more interested in getting rid of him; I'm exhausted!
-…right. – I don't believe I agreed with this.
-Then, what about bringing some hair gel too? Pearl used everything! – said Gold.
-I didn't! It's Red's fault.
Dia took advantage of the confusion to go to the kitchen. Looks like the food reserve it's settled.
-Hey! It's Gold's fault!
-Blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah
-Enough! I won't go out anymore! Do whatever you want! – I was angry and wanted to sleep. – Drink water from the tap or slurp ice. I don't care! – Before they approached me with more requests, I quickly climbed up the stairs. When walking by the corridor, I saw a pile of papers and used packaging on the floor. Argh! Those messy guys never cleaned anything!
I turned on my bedroom's TV and changed to the channel where passes the series I watch: Always in a trash life. I identify myself with the main character.
When the episode was over, the guys came to MY room and fought by the TV schedule. Some of them wanted to see shounen anime, Ruby wanted to watch josei/seinen animes, and Gold, ecchi… Green didn't came, he preferred to play the drums.
Later, the schedule they wanted to watch was over (except for Gold's, that should begin after midnight, but obviously I wouldn't allow him to watch it in my room) and I kicked them out.
I tried to sleep buuut…
The damn Drums.
Tuesday 00:00 AM
I can't sleep. Damn drums! Could it be that Green don't know that is against the law to disturb others with noise at dawn?!
I turned to one side, turned to the other… Argh! It was really impossible for me to sleep! If it's going to stay that way and I'm not going to sleep soon, its better reading a book next to the fireplace. Ironically, just when I gave up sleeping, the drums noise stopped. But I was already there and had completely lost rest.
It was a cold night and would be good to warm me up. I lit the fireplace and started to read. I was in the climax of the story, when the detective was close to arrest the murderer and found him agonizing.
"-Your troublesome! You gave me so much work to find you and you're going to die here?!
-I-I was betrayed. I was as tricked as you in this story. He didn't want I got interrogated, and poisoned me; he didn't want his name involved…
-A principal… I already suspected. Say his name now, and redeem yourself for your crimes.
-His name is…
-Yees? – the detective's eyes shone in a magnanimous way.
-I-it is M-Mori-
Ssuddenly the man started to choke, the poison already penetrated his brain. He groaned painfully and…"
Squiiik!
I looked around, startled, to certify that there's no one else in the room. I could swear I heard horrible groans.
PAFT!
-AAAAAH!
What a fright! An old owl dropped choking from the chimney; it retorted itself around the floor, sickly. It contorted itself many times before it finally stopped.
Is it dead?
I searched for a shovel, a garbage bag and a broom to catch the dead body. But, when I leaned the tip of the broom in its back, the bird manifested furiously, pecking me compulsively. Happily, the window was partly open (usually I wouldn't be happy about this) and when it saw the gap, it ran away.
Some of the pecks injured me, and I needed to clean the wound and put a curative on it. But the bathroom was full… Wait! Is it morning already?! I rubbed the eyes.
The bathroom was tumultuous because of a hair gel pot. In general, we always had two pots in the bathroom. But, as Green had appropriated one, the rest of the house was obliged to share the other. And maintain the Pearl's, Red's and Gold's hair wasn't easy.
-You already used it! Now it's MY TIME!
-If you use the pot now, you will finish it!
-My hair needs more than yours!
-They are like little kids… - I whispered to myself.
I went down to the kitchen to get some ice; I wasn't with enough patience to stand useless quarrels so early. Happily the ice was still there. I ate a cereal bar, the only edible (and reliable) food from there. I took a walk around the neighborhood and, when I got back, almost everyone had already dispersed. I took the chance to take a bath, and went to my job. It was a quiet day, in general. The only problem was when I came back to home. …More drums.
These two days explain a little of my currently routine everyday: working, being explored, almost never sleeping and being scared. But it wasn't always that way, and you must be wondering how I entered this situation. Well, everything started a year and half ago.
One day, I was happily lunching my mother's yummy Curry, the phone rang. Well, this can seem rather irrelevant, but there are times that the phone rings and this call can change your whole life. That was one of them.
My mother shook nervously the phone to me.
-Who is that? – I answered scared.
She shook the phone even more and when I finally caught it, she observed me impatiently.
-Hello, Bill speaking.
-Good afternoon, Mr. Bill. Here speaks your family lawyer. You should know that the opening of the testament of Mr. Tony Starly, your deceased grandfather, was held today.
My fatherly grandfather had deceased for about two months ago. He was sick for years, but his situation worsened in the last two. He was widower and lived for many years alone in an old mansion in another region and, after much resistance, had been transferred to a hospital.
-Yes, I'm aware.
-It was his desire his first-born grandson inherit his mansion and the surrounding land.
My mother looked at me anxiously.
-W-what? You are telling me that I inherited that old mansion? – I was dumbfounded. I needed that he repeated that one more time for me to believe.
Hearing this, my mom ran to the corridor.
-Yes, congratulations. You are the new owner of the house. – said the man, seriously.
In that moment I felt off balance and had to pull up a chair to sit.
-I would like to meet you personally to settle all the details. Would the Sr. be available to meet me tonight?
-YES! – my voice sounded a little more excited than I wanted. But the surprise had been so great! I had inherited my grandfather's major treasure.
-Then, I will meet you in the local forum at 10 PM.
-Right, I'll be there. – I said enthusiastic.
-So, see you later, Sr.
I was static for a while, waiting for my mind to calm down. In this moment, my mother returned bringing my sister along.
-What? Is this true, brother? – she had an surprised expression in her face.
I looked at her with an expression that probably was as surprised as her.
-By the way, grandpa left the mansion under my care. Ah, and the land around it, too. I'll have knowledge about more details tonight.
The two started to jump and scream happily, and hugged me.
Some weeks later, when all the paperwork was done and I had gotten a transfer from my job, I moved to the city where the mansion was: Miror Town. Due to their job and school, my mother and sister remained in our town, but they promised to visit me. I arrived the new territory with just a bag, a key and the promise of a new life.
It was then that things started to go wrong… What was my surprise when I encountered a mansion with aspect of abandonment, like it hadn't seen cleaning for years! Not just that, but the furniture was in a deplorable state, with advanced mold and compromised structure. I gave up on examine the west wing, because the roof was falling and the floor yield to each step. Furthermore, a barricade of furnish and rubbish, or whatever it was all that, prevented the passage.
-What has grandpa made all this time? – I spoke with myself, astonished – How could he let the house became like this?
Somewhat disappointed, I continued to explore the other areas. By luck, the east wing was in a less precarious state, and was possible to walk without fear. The first floor held rooms that, with a good cleaning, would be habitable again. In one of them, I marveled in finding the fireplace in what grandpa used to tell me stories when I was younger.
Yes, it was just like this. He held me in the lap, telling me stories in his old rocking chair. The house that lied in my childhood memories was still here, in some place. Its beauty hidden by rubbish and dust. Now it was certainly deteriorated, but was still possible to find traces of the beauty of its glorious days.
-Maybe the hope isn't all lost, - I spoke looking at the hall in my front – Just wait, grandpa. I'll bring the shine of the old years to this house again. – I did this promise to myself.
After that day I opened a savings count in the bank, started to live more economically and to don't waste with what I didn't need for real. I also heard that many students from other cities moved to here to study in a famous school from the region and searched for rooms to rent. What was my surprise when I received a call from an old friend, Red, asking me if I knew any place where had rooms to rent at a good price in Miror… It was there that an idea arose in my mind.
What followed it you can already imagine… This crazy routine that I have been living.
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing – the phone called.
-Hello? – I answered tired.
-Hey, Bill, it's me. – a female voice spoke.
-Ah. Hello, sis. How is life there? Mom is ok?
-Here is everything quiet and she's fine. She wants to know how you are living there.
-Like always, you know…
-Are you still housing those guys? – her voice was upset.
-Well, in truth, now there are more five. – I closed the eyes waiting for the scolding.
-I DON'T BELIEVE THIS, BILL! With those two it was already a mess, imagine it with seven! You're a big clueless! Keep housing more and more people in this poor house and allow them to do what they want! Furthermore, you're unable to say NO! – she stopped to breath – And you don't even tell us!
Of course, if I told you would do a scandal possibly bigger than the actual one.
-Don't worry, sis. Nobody died till now… - nor I.
-But, if I know you well, you are going to be inert until the house catches fire. – she made a pause – Aah… This little brother of mine…
-Hey, I'm older than you…
-Look, don't worry. – she ignored me – Your problems have come to an end. The things will change from now on.
-Don't take abrupt decisi-
-Wait for me! – she ignored me again.
Clanc!
-She hang up on me… - I sighed – I hope she don't do what I'm thinking she'll do…
Prologue – Always In a Trash Life – End
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Ah, and if you find any english error, you can tell me and I'll correct. If the onomatopoeia is sounding weird, let me know too (I kept the onomatopoeias I thought were right).
Well, you can found some fanarts of the fanfic (some scenes and/or characters) on my tumblr under the tag "Fanfic: Out of Order". My nickname is: ng-scribbles.
About the periodicity, it will depend on two issues: my free time and the readers' interest. I'm in college and I do have a busy schedule. Furthermore, I am not fluent in English. Every translation take a considerably effort from my part (moreover, I write in Portuguese, review it and translate it. It's not so easy…).
Thank you for reading!