Okay! This Ladies and Gentlemen is my very first Pokemon story, Original
characters, which are mine and no one else's so keep off! This WILL be Yaoi
don't like don't read! Enough said! Oh and I do not own Pokemon I wish I
did, if I did then Tracy, Ash and Gary would have had a threesome by now;
p. Oh and Leon's name DOES mean what I've put down, I spent an hour
researching into it! -_-; My computer is so slow! Oh well, Enjoy!
Chapter 1 All about Leon
My name is Leon Nolan; Leon Is meant to be Latin for "Lion" or something like that and Nolan means "Noble"...
Yeah right like I'm like that, me? Brave? Noble? Humph! I don't get close to anyone to be either of these things, there's too much at stake, why? Well I guess the fact my dad was an abusive asshole doesn't help matters. He blames me for everything, ME because his pokemon wouldn't obey him, ME because the car's broken down, ME because HE lost he job and turned to alcohol!
He used to be a good trainer once I'm sure, but not anymore, I'm the one that looks after his pokemon; well the ones that are still alive, there aren't many any more, they all are under fed because we have no money to pay for food and under exercised because my father won't let me take them out, and suddenly when I once had the gut's to ask about becoming a trainer he wonders why I like pokemon? He, doesn't want me to go out training Pokemon, I think he's scared I'll report him to the pokemon abuse agency. Maybe I will, because he almost ruined my chances of becoming a Pokemon trainer, everyone knows if you don't become one by the age of 14 it's too late for you to re-apply.
One day last year I received a letter from the Official Pokemon training league, my spirits rose that day, so maybe I could have a chance to be a Pokemon Trainer? I wished. He had somehow noticed my happy expression before I left for School and searched my bedroom before he found it hidden under my bed and waited until I got home from school before he ripped up the Pokemon Trainer Application Form in front of me, then he hit me in he stomach for even thinking of leaving home...
He always told me that I was worthless, and maybe I am, He'd always make me feel that way when I was at home, so why not? When he was drunk he was a bastard, and when he was sober he was even worse, he still abused me, he just abused me mentally instead of physically. He used to keep telling me that I wouldn't be able to get any pokemon to obey me, and if I did get any to obey me, they'd be so weak that they wouldn't be able to fight out of a wet paper bag...It was a sort of mind control to squash me down, to make my one dream not to come true...It didn't work though, and everyone wondered why I'm so cold, I never talk to anyone, and why I ran away from my home in Violet City?
Yeah I ran away a couple of days ago, after all the abuse I'd had to go through, I just couldn't stand it anymore, ever since my mother died when I was 7 he's hated me, and he never told me why. The story I'd heard was that Julia; My mother, had died in a Ferow attack when she was out picking mushrooms or something like that, somehow she hadn't noticed that she had gotten too close to a Ferow's nest. The Ferow obviously thought that she was going to take her eggs and attacked, she managed to escape... but she died from blood loss soon after. I was at school at the time and had no idea what had happened until I arrived home later that day... So how can he blame me? God I wish my mother was still alive, after she died; everything went down hill to rock bottom. My so-called "Father" lost his job, became depressed, became an alcoholic, the whole deal and he put all the blame on me...I hate him so much now.
Maybe when I was younger I used to look up to my so called father, like a hero, an idol, I remember seeing a photo of him from when he was younger when he won the pokemon league once...but I doubt its around anymore; after my mom died he burned all of those photo's but why Is another mystery unsolved. But I don't care anymore...
I'm free from him, and that home that ended up being like a prison to me, free from all his rules and responsibilities that he dumped onto me because he wasn't capable, free from all his abuse...and for once in 6 years I feel something close to happiness. I, Leon Nolan, at the age of 13, am currently homeless and on my search to be a pokemon trainer.
The thing is my father will try to stop me, In any way shape or form, I know it and he'll try to get to Professor Elm's lab before me, So I have to hurry or it will be way to late for me. My name is Leon, I am but thirteen and this, is my Journey.
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Okay...so Ladies and Gentlemen! How did you like it? Was it good? Bad? Huh? What was that? Sorry can't here you! You'll just have to R&R me! I know it's all, full of angst right now I know but it will gat better I know especially when original character number 2 comes in! *Evil grin*
Leon: Oh? *Raises eyebrow* what's that then?
Me: You'll see Leon You'll see *Grin* R& R people! Bye!
Chapter 1 All about Leon
My name is Leon Nolan; Leon Is meant to be Latin for "Lion" or something like that and Nolan means "Noble"...
Yeah right like I'm like that, me? Brave? Noble? Humph! I don't get close to anyone to be either of these things, there's too much at stake, why? Well I guess the fact my dad was an abusive asshole doesn't help matters. He blames me for everything, ME because his pokemon wouldn't obey him, ME because the car's broken down, ME because HE lost he job and turned to alcohol!
He used to be a good trainer once I'm sure, but not anymore, I'm the one that looks after his pokemon; well the ones that are still alive, there aren't many any more, they all are under fed because we have no money to pay for food and under exercised because my father won't let me take them out, and suddenly when I once had the gut's to ask about becoming a trainer he wonders why I like pokemon? He, doesn't want me to go out training Pokemon, I think he's scared I'll report him to the pokemon abuse agency. Maybe I will, because he almost ruined my chances of becoming a Pokemon trainer, everyone knows if you don't become one by the age of 14 it's too late for you to re-apply.
One day last year I received a letter from the Official Pokemon training league, my spirits rose that day, so maybe I could have a chance to be a Pokemon Trainer? I wished. He had somehow noticed my happy expression before I left for School and searched my bedroom before he found it hidden under my bed and waited until I got home from school before he ripped up the Pokemon Trainer Application Form in front of me, then he hit me in he stomach for even thinking of leaving home...
He always told me that I was worthless, and maybe I am, He'd always make me feel that way when I was at home, so why not? When he was drunk he was a bastard, and when he was sober he was even worse, he still abused me, he just abused me mentally instead of physically. He used to keep telling me that I wouldn't be able to get any pokemon to obey me, and if I did get any to obey me, they'd be so weak that they wouldn't be able to fight out of a wet paper bag...It was a sort of mind control to squash me down, to make my one dream not to come true...It didn't work though, and everyone wondered why I'm so cold, I never talk to anyone, and why I ran away from my home in Violet City?
Yeah I ran away a couple of days ago, after all the abuse I'd had to go through, I just couldn't stand it anymore, ever since my mother died when I was 7 he's hated me, and he never told me why. The story I'd heard was that Julia; My mother, had died in a Ferow attack when she was out picking mushrooms or something like that, somehow she hadn't noticed that she had gotten too close to a Ferow's nest. The Ferow obviously thought that she was going to take her eggs and attacked, she managed to escape... but she died from blood loss soon after. I was at school at the time and had no idea what had happened until I arrived home later that day... So how can he blame me? God I wish my mother was still alive, after she died; everything went down hill to rock bottom. My so-called "Father" lost his job, became depressed, became an alcoholic, the whole deal and he put all the blame on me...I hate him so much now.
Maybe when I was younger I used to look up to my so called father, like a hero, an idol, I remember seeing a photo of him from when he was younger when he won the pokemon league once...but I doubt its around anymore; after my mom died he burned all of those photo's but why Is another mystery unsolved. But I don't care anymore...
I'm free from him, and that home that ended up being like a prison to me, free from all his rules and responsibilities that he dumped onto me because he wasn't capable, free from all his abuse...and for once in 6 years I feel something close to happiness. I, Leon Nolan, at the age of 13, am currently homeless and on my search to be a pokemon trainer.
The thing is my father will try to stop me, In any way shape or form, I know it and he'll try to get to Professor Elm's lab before me, So I have to hurry or it will be way to late for me. My name is Leon, I am but thirteen and this, is my Journey.
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Okay...so Ladies and Gentlemen! How did you like it? Was it good? Bad? Huh? What was that? Sorry can't here you! You'll just have to R&R me! I know it's all, full of angst right now I know but it will gat better I know especially when original character number 2 comes in! *Evil grin*
Leon: Oh? *Raises eyebrow* what's that then?
Me: You'll see Leon You'll see *Grin* R& R people! Bye!