Who Made You King of Anything?

Here's a new OC fanfic! ^.^ Enjoy~

Summery:I never thought that when I insulted that rude boy I'd be dragged into this mess! I mean arguing is normal and if someone makes you mad you retaliate! But what happens when the receiver of the insult happens to be Prince of the entire Pokémon WORLD? Thanks to him I'm now being chased by assassins; with 8 other teens no less! With secrets, plots and traitors what will happen?(OCxOC)

Chapter 1: Brick by Boring Brick

"Rose?" the voice of my brother calls from the entry way as I go through boxes of clothes. Pulling out a sundress with yellow flowers on it, I turn and look through the doorway. "What?"

My younger brother steps in through the open door frame, holding up a letter. "You've got mail!" he says, sticking on hand into his pocket. I give him a look as I take it. "Please wear something else for once," I say, looking pointedly at his green t-shirt, old jeans, and white sneakers.

He scratches the back of his head, causing a bit of his unruly brown hair to stick up, which would bother him if he knew because of how OCD he is. "But we're just now getting our stuff unpacked..." he says, trying to come up with a lame excuse as I only half listen to him and rip my letter open.

"What's it say?" he asks.

I scan the words in the first sentence before shoving it into his hands. "Here, you read it and tell me what they want as I unpack the bed and put it together."

"Ah...okay," he says, a little surprised, and goes quiet. I pull out the headboard, and lift it into the air before dumping it on the floor against the wall. Coughing on the dust, I flick my blonde hair out of my face, and glance over at my brother. "Alex, can you go to the bathroom and see if my hairpiece is in there?"

He looks up at me, and nods, before walking out, still reading. I assemble the pieces of the twin bed, and put my hands on my hips. "Now where is that screw driver..." I murmur to myself, searching busily around.

Alex walks back in. "Is this it?" he asks, holding up a scrunchy with two plastic Pichu hanging on the end.

I sigh. "That's good enough." Grabbing it, I whisk my long hair back, and let it go with a loud snap. Alex cringes. "Someday, that is going to hit you, and it will hurt," he says. I wave my hand back and forth lazily. "Nah, it won't," I say. "Now, what does the letter say?"

"Well, they're asking for Rose Sarah Marvel to come and play at a garden party in Aquacorde-"

"I'll do it," I cut him off. "I need to pay for this house somehow." Alex blinks at me as I take the letter from him and pull out the paper work. Pulling the cap of a pen off with my mouth, I sign my name quickly on the contract, and hold it out to Alex.

"Here, send this back to them immediately."

"Shouldn't you at least read what their contract is asking for before-"

"I don't have time," I say, and scratch my head. "Erm...can you jog over to Aquacorde and get some food at the convenience store or the cafe or something? I still haven't found the pots and I'm pretty sure that the electric company wants me to pay them before they turn on our power." Alex opens his mouth, but I hold up a hand.

"Not now," I say. "Just mail that off and get some food."

Alex sighs. "Alright...but mom wouldn't like how you're working so hard," he says. My emerald eyes flick over to him as I pick up another box. "No, but she's very, very sick now, and I have to keep our family together somehow. I can't believe we had to move in order to keep the-"

"Costs of living down so that we can pay for mom's hospital bills," Alex finishes. "I know...I know, I've heard your rant before."

I set the box down in the empty closet and put my hands on my hips. "Then you shouldn't be arguing with me. Now, chop chop! It's getting late and I need energy and energy comes from food and caffeine, so MOVE IT!" I say, and usher him out of the house.

"But Rose-"

"You're a sweety, bye now!" I say, and head back inside. I run upstairs to Alex's room, and see how he's already set up all his belongings and has swept up the dust. I smile; for being a year younger than me, and barely old enough to do anything in my opinion, he sure does do everything he can to be the best little brother one could ask for.

I smile to myself, and leave the room; there is nothing for me to fix up in there. I stop in front of my bedroom door; there is definitely a lot to do in here though. Rolling up my white hoodie sleeves, I get to work assembling my bed.

-o.o.0.o.o-

The sun is setting when Alex returns, and he brings a brown paper bag of sandwiches from the cafe. "I hope you're okay with what I got.." he says. "It was the cheapest thing I could buy..."

I pat him on the shoulder as I eat the plastic-tasting bread and thin pieces of cheese. "It's fine," I say. "We don't have much money anyway." Alex nudges the fridge door open with his foot, and sets the soda he bought inside. "Oh, did they get the electricity worked out?" he asks.

I nod, munching on my sandwich. "Yep. And thankfully, they gave me a low payment. We just need to make sure we don't use it much. But we can get cable TV for free!"

Alex's face breaks into a grin. "Really? I'm going to go and turn the TV on right now!" he cheers, and runs into the living room, jumping over the couch and snatching the remote. The sound of the singer Leaf Green's voice blares through the speaks, as I throw away my trash. "Is that your favorite idol?" I call, leaning my head back around the corner before heading to the bathroom.

"ROSE!" he yelps in embarrassment.

-o.o.0.o.o-

I smooth out my white sundress, and go through my briefcase one more time.

Sheet music. Check. Invitation. Check. Money. Check.

Alex smiles while drinking out of a juice box. "Knock 'em dead with your amazing composed song!" he says, tilting his head.

I smirk at him. "Your face hasn't changed since you were little. You've still got a baby face!"

He slaps his cheeks. "Agh! No I don't!"

I laugh, and ruffle his hair. "Well, I'll see you later!" I say, and head out of the house, down the cobblestone walkway, and past a few other houses, one of which has Rhyhorn in front of it, sleeping lazily in the morning sun.

Lucky for me, Aquacorde is just a short fifteen minute walk from here, otherwise I have no idea how I would get to this garden party. From what I heard Alex tell me, the party starts at 10 AM, and goes til the guests leave. I pull out the address again as I approach the town. I'm very fortunate that I was hired to play at this party, as back at my home region, these sorts of gigs are hard to come by.

My sandals pad quietly across the concrete in Aquacorde as I look around aimlessly for the residence of this rich-people party. The tightly packed building fade away, and I find myself on a long path stretching to the East. Alex did say it was right outside of Aquacorde...so I trek down the path towards what ever lies ahead.

I deadpan for such a long time, it's not even funny. "What. Is. This?" I grumble under my breath. A large-ish palace stands before me, and I can hear the sounds of people behind it where I suppose the party is being held. The surroundings of the palace are made up almost completely out of flower bushes and trees with cutesy garden accessories placed sparsely in random places.

I push my hair behind my ear, and walk confidently towards the back, ignoring the extravagantly carved oaken front door, and climbing over a flower bush. I see tables decked out with food scattered in the backyard, and a pavilion a little further than that. There is a white gate surrounding the area far in the distance, and I skirt around the edge of the property towards the pavilion. I see a large grand piano sitting on a raised platform in front of a bunch of folding chairs.

Setting my briefcase down, I search through my sheets for the right song to start off with. After finding it, I set it up, and look back towards the group of people chatting and flitting around. I grimace; stuck up rich people prancing around in expensive clothes is one thing I find annoying..but...at least I'm being paid. That's when I remember I need to be professional and find my employer so that they know I'm here. I take a different path towards an extension of the palace that looks like where the servants might use, and head for it.

I have to pass through a mini stand-alone flower garden to get there, and pass through a white, wooden arch. A fountain with an angel in the middle is what centers the garden. Rows and rows of rose bushes perfectly squared off surround me, and I walk over to one to smell it. Since I am named after them, of course they're my favorite flower, and whenever I see one, I can't help by take a whiff.

"Gardener did a good job, don't you think?" a voice asks, and I look up, embarrassed to be caught sniffing flowers loudly.

"Well, of course this place looks nice," they continue, and I stare at the young man before me. "This place belongs to the royal family after all." This kid can't be more than a year older than me...which would be 17; his hair is platinum blonde, the clothes he's sporting are prestigious if one is into suits with bow ties, and his blue eyes sparkle playfully at me.

That's when I realize what he said. "The royal family?" I say dumbly, but get red in embarrassment.. "You mean that this party is for the Queen and King?!"

He snaps his fingers with a wink. "Bingo!" I put a hand to my head, mind reeling; I should have read the letter better when I was signing up. Otherwise, I would've chosen better music!

"Don't freak out," the boy says. "I'm sure that a normal girl like you can stay out of trouble in such a strange place as this."

"Normal?" I exclaim. "Why would you say that?"

"Well, you look quite plain in that sundress compared to all the other ladies who dressed up for this event."

I clench my fists. "Yeah, well, I didn't..." I stop talking; it would be bad for this guest to know that I came unprepared, much less unknowing who I was working for.

I'm in some deep shit now...

He laughs at me. "Didn't what? Dress accordingly?"

I glare. "Y-yeah...whatever."

"Well, hopefully you make up for it with your voice," he says.

I cross my arms. "And HOW did you know I was singing?"

"Well it's pretty obvious you don't fit in here, plus, the only person who was invited here who isn't rich is the performer. But mind you, they only hired you because the true professional musician had to quit at the last minute."

I let out a sharp sigh. "I really don't have time to talk to you," I say, trying to end this embarrassing conversation that is shaming me, and walk around him.

"What? Is it too hard talking to an elite?" he asks smugly.

I turn around to face him. "Listen," I say, my arms shaking in anger. "I don't know who you are, but I'm getting tired of your condescending attitude. If you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all! Heck, you're acting as if you're royalty! Who made you king of anything!?"

He opens his mouth, but I shut my eyes and shout-"STUPID HEAD!"

-.o.o.0.o.o.-

After informing the staff of my arrival, I wait by the piano and play background music as the guests slowly trickle my way for the short performance at the end of the party. I glance out of the corner of my eye; Stupid Head isn't anywhere to be seen, thank Arceus. After about fifteen minutes, everyone has assembled around me, and I begin playing as well as singing. I have to keep myself focused even though an angry storm is brewing in my head.

Stupid head, stupid head, stupid head...

I sing sweetly into the microphone as I imagine him tripping and falling into a rose bush filled with thorns. Switching out the some sheets for the last song, I pour my heart into the performance, after all this is the song I wrote about many life experiences my family and I have had to pull through, but mostly about my parents love story and how they somehow got together. I feel a little sad, missing my dad.

I lightly tap at the notes, and my hands flit around the keys, making the song get a bit slower.

My voice rings out across pavilion as I sing into the microphone, remembering my parent's faces.

I let the last note ring out before lifting up the peddle, and taking a bow. Everyone claps graciously, and I wait for them all to head back over to the food tables before packing up, receiving my payment from the head butler, and getting the hell out of that place!

-.o.o.0.o.o.-

I'm writing lyrics for a new song which I made especially for Stupid Head when Alex heads to answer the doorbell. I frown, and change the word "he" to "she". Even if Stupid Head never hears this song, I don't want him thinking I based this off of him. I crumble up the paper and toss it on the ground.

Well, I might as well add some other elements to the song to make it seem as if this is about another person... I begin scribbling down the words as they flow from my head.

He sure is living in a fantasy world, that jerk. He can't see anything except his money and taunting people he finds lesser than himself!

If only I could bury his house and watch him cry like the little stuck up child he was...

I smirk, but Alex knocks on my bedroom door. "Umm, Rose?" he asks, and I look up. "There's someone here to see you..."

Tehe! ;)

I had to take out the songs. Sorry. :/

~Misty