Tatsu55 says: Hey there, I'm tatsu55! I'm writing this fic in conjuncture with One of the three amigos (Who really needs to find a new name that isn't as long for himself). We originally were just talking Pokémon and being stupid, and somehow out of that gobbledygook we came up with the idea for a story, which we then (because we have nothing better to do with our spare time) began to write it without pause. We somehow have a lot planned for this fic, and I only hope we keep up our pace and continue to write like we have been. There will be more for you to read after the chapter, so for now enjoy the first chapter of HEARTS OF GOLD, SOULS OF SILVER!
One sez: And I'm One of the Three Amigos (And yes I know Tats I need to change my name gawd stop making fun of me already). I've always been a fan of the games, and had always planned to write something, and this sort of came up when me and my friend Tatsu started talking about what it would be like if our current Heart Gold and Soul Silver characters met. Our plans were quite a bit cracky at first, until we decided to try a more serious approach at writing this than make any sort of parody (though we will most likely be spoofing and parodying the more fantastic and dumb parts of the games and the fandom in general). Anyway, as I want to get this out as soon as I can I won't keep you very much longer, except for this warning.
This is an original trainer fic, with our own twists. If you don't like original trainer fics, then this isn't for you. The plot is based sort of on Pokémon Heart Gold and Soul Silver (As per the stupid name of the fic :D). If you don't like plots based on the games, then this isn't for you. We also base the battling system more on the anime and Pokémon Special manga. If you like neither, then this isn't for you.
Also, if you do not like the Moosebox, then this isn't for you. And you are a horrible person. I hope the next time walk you down the street you get run over by cancer.
Tatsu55 says: Wait, wha
DISCLAIMER: We do not own Pokémon. That belongs to those who made it up and hold shares of it these days.
Chapter 1: The beginning ('cause we're too unoriginal to come up with something original hurp-a derp derp derp)
"Ion!" The voice of a woman rang through the air, and there was a small groan and shuffle as a young man slid further under his blankets, mumbling something under his breath about 'five more minutes' and it 'being too bright'. "Ion Mettle, you wake up this instant! Breakfast is almost ready, and you'd best get up to eat now or else you'll be late to that appointment you have with that Professor Elm person down the street!"
It only took a few minutes for his mother's shout to get through to the sleeping boy's brain, but in that time his bedroom door had been opened and two forms were let scampering into his room just in time for them to pounce on the boy as he threw his covers off of him wildly, sending them to the cluttered floor of his room in a giggling heap. His dark eyes were squeezed shut as he laughed from the combined tickle attack from his baby Kangaskhan and Cubone, trying to protect himself but overpowered by the playful child Pokémon.
"Oh, come on, guys, you need to let me up so we can get ready!" He cried out after a bit, his Cubone grabbing a fistful of his dark hair and tugging on it as the young man stood, letting the tiny, skull wearing theropod-like Pokémon sit on his shoulder. He patted the young, 'slightly' larger Kangaskhan on the head, the little kangaroo-like Pokémon backing away when Cubone finally relinquished its attack; he used to be able to pick her up in his arms when he'd gotten her a few years ago, the daughter of his mother's Kangaskhan, but she was getting far too big for that now.
He heard a sigh and titter from his bedroom door, only managing to turn and catch his mother closing it behind her, and he narrowed his eyes slightly at it. Oh, yes, she knew he would get payback for that. There was a reason he didn't let his Pokémon pets sleep in the same room as him anymore; they tended to pounce on him at the first light of dawn if they could, and he hated keeping them in their Poké Balls. He didn't think those cramped looking things were very comfortable. And with his baby Kangaskhan girl, it was starting to get less cute and more painful as she started to get bigger and wasn't getting used to her new size as quick to his liking.
He rushed picking out new clothes, getting into the shower and cleaning off, even though he blocked his slightly younger sister from getting into the bathroom (And snickered as she pounded on the door, ranting at him; he had a feeling if he had unlocked it just before he'd gotten into the shower she'd have flushed the toilet on him in revenge) and sped to the breakfast table after drying off and getting dressed; he didn't want to be late, and if his mom said the appointment was soon (At the very least, he had taken what she said to mean that it was, anyway), ignoring the baleful look his sister gave him from across the table as he cleaned the plate his mother piled food on, not knowing why he was getting so hungry lately but just deciding to feed his hunger and worry about it later. His Pokémon looked at him with bewilderment and amusement as he ate in a far more animalistic manner than they ever did, but he ignored them. They were always rather smug about it; he swore they were worse than his mother's Delcatty in that regard.
Finally sating his hunger, he cleaned his lips and cheeks, grabbed his plates and utensils and put them in the sink for his mother, gave her a kiss on the cheek when she bent down for one and a quick hug, then dashed to where his Pokémon were finishing up, grabbed his Cubone and plopped him on his shoulder, grabbed his baby Kangaskhan's paw and began to run toward the front door, giving his little sister's hair a ruffling just before he dashed off.
"I'll be back later, mom, see you this afternoon!" He cried out behind him, and though he could have sworn he heard her yell out to wait he was already out the door and down the street, his Pokémon holding onto him for dear life (in the case of Cubone) or struggling to keep up with his quick pace (in the case of Kangaskhan).
Young Ion Mettle, sixteen years old, was finally of the age to become a legalized Pokémon Trainer, and had been for a few months before he'd decided to follow in his father's footsteps and become one. Even though he could have been considered one before, as he had his Cubone and Kangaskhan for close to seven years now, it hadn't been 'legal', and he hadn't been allowed to take the Pokémon League Challenge and be exempt from school for a few years, even though these days trainers could take school courses on the road thanks to portable internet terminals.
He'd made his decision to become a trainer after hearing so many times about the adventures his parents, whom had been trainers in their youth, and felt like he wanted to experience what they had; the roughing it, the adventure, the battles, everything. Of course he'd asked his Pokémon, who had been nothing more than just mere pets ever since they were born and had been his best friends for several years, if they'd like to be his starters, and while they didn't really like the idea of traveling out in the big, wide world like that, they didn't like the idea of him traveling all by himself with some strange Pokémon even more. It was their loyalty that trumped their desire for the comfortable life they'd always known, and they'd always be able to come back to it, so the decision hadn't been that hard for them to make.
But sometimes one wonders if they should reconsider, especially if the one they're doing this for is hyper and impatient, and currently was dragging them behind him like rag dolls. Though both knew it was already too late to change their minds, as before them the building in which Professor Elm worked and lived in came into view.
Now, as Pokémon Professors tended to hand out Pokémon to new trainers as per new Pokémon League rules, there'd normally be a crowd outside the buildings they operated out of every other week, new trainers gathering from all over to get their first Pokémon. However, Elm went by different rules; if you wanted a Pokémon, you had to set up an appointment first. And you could be refused an appointment if Elm didn't like the look of you or your past. So unlike other labs (Except for maybe the professor's in Sinnoh's), there was no crowd around Elm's establishment.
And our young man was very lucky that Elm had been able to see through his hyper activity and see his true potential (Or at least, that's what the boy deluded himself into thinking that's what Elm saw in him; it was, in reality, more like pity and he was doing this out of a favor for the boy's parents).
With a dazzling smile, the boy bounded up to the front door of the lab and pounded on it relentlessly, his two pocket monsters either hanging onto him limply or leaning against him, panting in exhaustion but both glad that was over. The boy continued to relentlessly knock on the door, smiling a slightly dopy smile, and not noticing for a few minutes when the door opened and he had began knocking on something harder than wood.
He looked up in surprised, seeing two beady eyes look down at him from a brown, stone-like face with a wide mouth, and noticed the long arms attached to a log-like body, which had hands with three large, bulbous green fingers attached to them.
"Sudo?" It questioned, looking puzzled at the suddenly embarrassed boy, who waved at it.
"Is Ethan, Lyra or the Professor in, buddy?" Ion asked in return, trying to look past the tree-rock Pokémon that was so much taller than him. "Preferably I'd like to see all three… Um, I'm not too early, am I?" The last question was punctuated by his embarrassed expression turning even more so, his cheeks blushing a slight, hot pink as he scratched the back of his neck, nearly knocking his Cubone off of his shoulder.
"Let him in, Sudowoodo, he's right on time," A voice called from inside the lab, one that Ion was happy to recognize as Professor Elm's (though he ignored the almost exasperated but yet amused tone in the man's voice), and the boy grinned and was off like a shot past the rock-tree, who barely had enough time to let him by without being trampled (though it wouldn't have even been hurt anyway).
Ion came to a stop by Elm's side with a hop, grinning up at the man who gave a tired sounding laugh, standing up from his computer and desk (And hiding the game of solitaire he'd been playing while he waited for the boy to arrive), reaching down to ruffle his still drying hair. "I see you didn't take your time in getting here, kiddo."
"I really, really wanna be able to go fight super killer space alien zombie ninja pirate robot teams out to conquer the universe, sir," The boy replied as if on a sugar high, bouncing in place while holding his baby Kangaskhan's paw firmly so she wouldn't try to wander off (not that she had the energy to if she wanted, though), grinning excitedly.
Elm laughed at that outrageous idea, which got the boy snickering with him, but like with the rest of his family, he didn't know if the boy was making a serious statement or not. Either way it was a good idea to humor them while trying not to put their ideas down too harshly, or sidestep them all together.
"Well then," Elm began, turning to a trio of Poké Balls that came out of the storage table he normally kept them on, "Now would be the time you get to pick your starter."
At that, Ion's face screwed up, looking at the trio of appearing Poké Balls with some apprehension.
"But, sir," He began slowly, as if he was trying to find the words to express his sudden distress and distaste. Elm felt a cold feeling run down his spine. "Don't I already have my starters with me? You know, Mortimer," he petted his Cubone on its skull mask, "And Nabel?" And he held up his Kangaskhan's paw. "I mean, not that I'd mind getting an easy third Pokémon already, but I thought…"
Elm really, really wished he didn't have to explain this part to the child, as he had no real want to destroy any plans the boy had, didn't know how to explain it had become League Law to only make a legalized trainer if they'd gotten a starter from a professor, any professor, and any Pokémon (Though it'd preferably be one of the three Pokémon species who were sanctioned to them to give out), and he wished for something, anything, to come and save him from this before he had to ultimately kill a boy's dream before it began…
And got his wish when the door to his lab opened and everyone's attention (including the Sudowoodo, who had gotten a bag of popcorn for the scene that been about to ensue) was brought to it, and to the young man with a quadrapedal Pokémon by his feet, who waved at Elm in greeting.
"Hey, Professor Elm. Hope I'm not intruding, am I?"
A ship's horn blared, causing a young man to slowly open his eyes as it disturbed him from his sleep. He got up, stretching, and scratching his auburn hair. As he began to prepare for the day, getting into light clothing, some shorts and a worn shirt that looked like it'd seen some traveling in its time, took a watch like contraption and looked at it, looking through a few of its options before accessing his e-mail feature, seeing a few new ones, mostly spam plus one addressed to a 'Ray, Will'. Deciding to look at it later, he finished getting ready, picked up a backpack and left everything else in his room, locked the door, and the young man, Ray, looked out over the moving landmass, glad the smell of salt no longer assailed his senses, and instead there was a refreshing, alpine sent in the air, causing him to breathe deeply, smiling slightly, reminding him of home.
It had been a long trip from his home in Sinnoh, but today they were scheduled to finally arrive in New Bark Town, where his father's acquaintance Professor Elm lived. He had come to reaffirm what his father had recently learned. While in Eterna Forest, Ray's Eevee had evolved, but not into Espeon or Umbreon. It had evolved into a whole new type of Eevee when it was offered a leaf stone. Professor Rowan had theorized that Eevee had more evolutions, and this proved that there were, even if they weren't sure what exactly was the catalyst of the evolution; was it the leaf stone, the environment, trust in the trainer, some combination of two of those or all three? Either way, his father went off into the icy region of Sinnoh to see if Eevee had an ice evolution as Rowan predicted as well and Ray was to go to Johto, and continue their research there.
After a moment of watching a riverbank roll by, he decided to take a walk. As they were nearing the destination, Ray visited several key parts of the boat he had not yet seen. However, he soon began to hear the sounds of battle and, brow drawn together, headed for another part of the deck, close to the front of the boat.
He stumbled across the end of a battle, seeing a Luxio and a Perisan stalking each other. Persian looked quite a bit beat up, seeing as it was panting slightly, while Luxio seemed to be in peak condition, and was smug about it, too.
"Lark," The Luxio's trainer began, pointing triumphantly, grinning, "Use Spark and finish this two-bit cat off!"
"Don't take that, Perisan!" The other cat's trainer cried, looking desperate, "Use Fury Swipes to show it who's boss!"
The two cats continued to circle each other for a bit, trying to get a good look at the other's weakness and openings, before they jumped apart and began to run at each other, Persian jumping into the air and pouncing at Luxio, claws ready to slice him apart.
Luxio, however, continued running at Persian, grinning, and with a sudden crackle surrounded itself with electricity and barreled right into Persian, getting raked with claws but ultimately sending the other cat flying, ending up as a heap on the ground.
And after it didn't get back up, the other trainer hung his head and returned it, even as the Luxio's trainer and his Pokémon gave hollers of triumph, and some of the other people on the deck huffed and went on their way. Ray felt curious about that, but when the lightning lion's trainer began to speak, he snapped his attention to him.
"That makes me the strongest on this boat!" He yelled, looking extremely pleased with himself.
Ray raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms and tapping a finger on his bicep, looking thoughtful. Had this man really fought every other Pokémon trainer here? Well, then…
"You haven't battled me yet." Came Ray's calm, collected voice from the sidelines, making the sailor turn sharply in his direction. "Of course, if you are the strongest, I'd be more than pleased to battle you."
The sailor man grinned. "Alright!" He replied, though Ray could practically hear him think, 'Now I really will be the strongest one on this boat!'
"Though I do have one condition," Ray said, causing the other man to pause in calling out a Pokémon, "might we have a double battle instead? My Pokémon enjoy team play a bit better than going solo."
"Whatever you want, kid." The other trainer replied, making Ray's eye twitch. Ever since the Pokémon trainer age restriction had increased from ten to sixteen, everyone below eighteen became a kid to the rest of the world. Being sixteen himself, Ray could do nothing about the terms others used.
"Then let the duel commence." Ray stated, unclipping two Poké Balls from his belt.
"I think you mean battle, kid." The sailor interrupted, bringing out only one ball, but his Luxio took a ready position in front of him.
"I know what I said." Ray stated once more, annoyance creeping into his voice.
The man started, throwing the Poké Balls into the air and calling, "Come on out Stinger! Back up Lark!" What seemed to be a tropical frog was released along side the sparkling lion, standing on its hind legs and looking rather uncomfortable about the bright sun up above.
"Interesting." Ray commented, though he had a bit of a smirk. He then just opened his two Pok Balls in his hands, not really caring about being too flashy here. "Come on Espeon, Umbreon. Let's start things off." A cat-like Pokémon with graceful posture and a split tail came forth, along with a dark Pokémon with golden rings on various parts of its body, and more canine in nature than its more graceful counterpart.
The man and his two Pokémon stared at the two Eons in surprise, before the sailor let out a small, "Ah, poopie."
"Lark, Charge yourself up!" The man cried quickly, panicked already, and the Luxio began to store up power in its body, crackly with electricity. However, his Croagunk floundered around a bit in a panic, not having gotten an order and thus not knowing what to do. At the same time, Ray initiated the offensive.
"Espeon, Confusion! Umbreon, Confuse Ray!" Espeon began to glow with violet energy, and suddenly Croagunk was lifted in the air and slammed down into the deck, where it lay, already knocked out of the battle.
A small ray flew from Umbreon's forehead ring and hit the Luxio effortlessly, as when Charging the Luxio could not move. It didn't look damaged, but it did look like it was suddenly suffering vertigo, shaking its head and blinking, rocking side to side.
"Erg..." The man groaned, returning his Croagunk to its Ball. He quickly chose another, the last on his belt, and called out, "Come on Tater!"
A small beetle-ish Pokémon materialized onto the field. It blinked, looking at all of them curiously, letting out a strange chirp. However, the man looked kind of pleased with himself, grinning. He had a way to end this and win!
"Now, Bug Bite that Espeon!" He called to his Kricketot, before adding in, almost as an after thought, "Lark, use Spark on it as well!"
However, the Luxio couldn't follow the order; when it tried to build up a charge of electricity, made easy with the Charge attack it used earlier, it instead ended up overpowering itself with it, letting out a cry of pain as electricity was sent flying everywhere, the crowd that had gathered to watch this (And cheering on for Ray to win this) scattering every which way to avoid it.
The Kricketot, however, was under no such penalty, and began to run up to Espeon and gave it a quick, but hard, bite on her side even as she tried to avoid it. Espeon let out a cry of pain, and Ray winced, not enjoying seeing his Pokémon injured. However, he knew that in order to win this, they'd need to endure, and they knew that as well. And thus he gave his next order, pointing at the Luxio dramatically;
"Espeon, use Helping Hand! Umbreon, use Hyper Beam!"
"WHAT!" The man, and half the crowd, shouted in surprise, but it was too late.
A violet glow suddenly surrounded Ray's Espeon and Umbreon, and with a wicked look in its eyes, Umbreon looked intently at Luxio, breathing deep, the rings on his body glowing brightly.
And like a dragon would with firebreath, he opened his mouth and breathed a massive blast of energy at the Luxio, which only could stare like a deer in headlights before it was consumed by the massive beam, which continued past the boat's railing and into the riverbank the ship lazily sailed by.
After it ended, the man's Luxio lay on the deck, whimpering, and the man returned his Pokémon to its Ball, looking gobsmacked, as well as just about everyone watching this fight. Umbreon was exhausted, however, that blast being enough to make him stand there, panting, his breath still making heat waves as he watched the only remaining opponent on the deck, hoping it wouldn't attack until he caught his wind back.
That hope was in vain, however, as the sailor man began to grind his teeth, face flush with anger, before yelling at his scared Kicketot, "Don't just stand there, you useless insect! Bug Bite that Espeon again!"
The little beetle, startled by its trainer, gathered its courage and ran at Espeon, biting it hard and then running back toward its trainer, still scared by the Umbreon that had used such a powerful attack. Espeon winced, letting out another cry before falling over, defeated. As the sailor whooped about finally bringing a Pokémon down, Ray sighed, returning his Eon to her Ball.
"Good job, young one." Ray said quietly to the ball. He then turned his attention back to the other man, a small frown on his face as he announced, "Well, looks like you'll get to see the newest addition to my team." Ray took another ball off his belt, his last one, and said, throwing it in a rather flashy manner this time, "Finish him off, Leafeon!"
What out came what appeared to be a strange creature, resembling a young fennec fox, only she had leaves for a tail and ears, and her fur seemed to resemble pale grass rather than actual fur.
'However, Leafeon is a grass type.' The Sinnoh trainer thought to himself, frowning. 'If I'm not wise about my next move... His Kricketot could wipe out my entire team.' Ray seemed to ponder for a moment, and the man took his chance to strike.
"I dunno what that other Eevee of yours is," The man began, a grin on his face, figuring he had this in the win now, getting overconfident, "but I know your Umbreon's weakness! Bug Bite that Umbreon, Tater!"
"Leafeon, return!" Ray responded without putting any more thought into it.
As the Kricketot, happy its master was finally pleased with it, began to run at Umbreon, the Leafeon slammed into the Kricketot from the side with such force that it fainted upon impact.
The man's jaw dropped, not having expected that; he thought he'd been recalling that strange Eevee, but it instead did some strange, insanely powerful tackle.
Seeing their opponent wasn't going to call out another Pokémon, and rightfully assuming the battle was over, the Umbreon and Leafeon returned to their master, rubbing up against his legs affectionately, and yipped when he bent down to pet them behind their ears. After rewarding his loyal monsters, Ray looked up at the guy who limply recalled his Kricketot, and began to speak;
"Return is a move that gets more powerful the more the Pokémon likes you."
However, that wasn't the only thing he wanted to say. The only evolved Pokémon this guy had was his Luxio, no doubt his pride and joy, and he seemed to have trouble following more than one in battle. Not only that, his Croagunk and Kricketot did not look as well trained as it had, and that had been part of his downfall. Especially as Kricketot evolved fast with a little love and training.
"And a word of advice: Spend more time with your Kricketot." The man, finally out of his shocked state, looked at Ray weirdly. The young trainer clarified, "The reason you lost today is because it doesn't have the strength of its evolved form. It will only evolve when you treat it with care and understanding, the same with your Croagunk."
The man frowned thoughtfully, but Ray didn't get to stick around for any epiphany the man may have had; he was dragged away by some other trainers that congratulated him, slapping him hard on the back, asking him how he got his Pokémon so strong and other assorted questions. His Eons followed faithfully, looking up at their trainer, who looked pretty uncomfortable with all this attention.
The horn sounded loudly again, and looking toward the front of the boat, Ray could finally see his destination approaching in the distance. It was time for Ray to pay a visit to the professor of Johto. Now if only he could extricate himself from this jubilation…
Tatsu55 says: As I have been run over by cancer for my dislike of Moosebox, I will leave what we wanted to say at the end of this chapter to my friend One, as I go reattach my limbs.
One sez: (laughing evilly) Oh, poor poor Tats, you really should have learned. Ahem, anyway. Well, while this is the first chapter, we've already written enough material as is to get the next few chapters out until we run out.
HOWEVER! We've paused with writing any more until we get submissions. What sort, you may ask? It's easy; we need other trainers. One we haven't made, that is. That's where anyone reading this piece of crap comes in. :D
Send me a PM or E-mail (And do either by going to my author page) and send me your trainer, as well as their Pokémon. Don't do it by review. Reviews are for reviewing, not for dropping things like that on me. There are rules against it, after all. There are a few other rules to this, though.
Please, please make sure they don't have a super rare Pokémon, unless they're supposed to be a more experienced trainer. Going by that, DON'T INCLUDE A LEGENDARY AS ONE OF THEIR POKÉMON. Going by anime rules, which we will for many other things to appear in this fic, catching a Legendary is a bad idea, like, world ending bad. And besides which, they'd be far too strong to be caught unless they wanted to be (Which is never, or unless you cheat and use Master Balls but those are even more rare in this world than in the games (Without use of cheat devices, that is)).
Otherwise, I really don't care what you name your character, or if you give their Pokémon nicknames or what have you, or what sort of moves they'd have as this based on the anime, and thus things like 'Attack' and 'Special Attack' aren't separated. Just be warned that I will, most likely, be as nice to them as I will my own character and everything living in this world. Which is, to say, not very nice.
Anyway, yeah, read, and if you feel like it, review, and if you don't, alright then.
See ya'll later.
One
(And Tatsu55, who is still recovering from being run over by cancer)