Hey, folks, my name is Saoirse, (SEER-sha) penname Ranekaera. Yes, Saoirse is my real name, yes, Ranekaera was made up. This may seem like a strange story, but in my defense, I haven't written anything on pokemon since I was 12.
I usually stick to harry potter and monsters inc, but I just saw "mystery of Lucaria" and I got this idea.
Plot bunny!: Alright, I'm not sure about codenaming for games, but the plot is this: a girl in the pokemon world, and her two brothers, roam the land looking for their true father, collecting pokemon on the way. They're a bit... eccentric, and the help they get is more than they expected...
Rated teen because I can't guarantee there won't be any blood, strange sexual rituals or violence. Unlike the games, moveis, tv shows and books, pokemon CAN die, and CAN be killed. Honestly, I'm a big fan, but the game is so lame.
This takes place mostly throughout whatever region Pokemon Sapphire took place in, because I used to be a know it all poke freak, but I haven't played the game in ages.
PLEASE REVIEW!!!
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"Come on, Trey! Hurry up! I found one!" called the teenage girl. She was short, a little pudgy, with long hair the deep, dark bright red color of ruby. Despite the eccentric shade, it looked natural, because it was. She wore a baggy shirt and a knee length black skirt, a belt of pokeballs at her waist.
Her older brother Atreyu, Trey for short, ran to catch up with her. He was pudgy like his sister, but his hair was longer, darker and he was taller.
"I'm comin, I'm comin'..." he grumbled.
He caught up with his sister at last and saw what she was so excited about. It was an Abra.
Their other brother finally caught up with them, hardly concerned at all. He was the more eccentric of the two; a bright red mohawk, the rest of his hair long, shoulder-length and black, a torn shirt and baggy, torn shorts, all black. In fact, all three teens wore mostly black.
They had been born and raised in a small town called Azalea, raised by their single mother. All their lives, she refused to tell them who there father really was, including his name. She had claimed it was for their own safety, but of course, they had refused to believe that.
"It's only an Abra. You already have an Alakazam, why do you want an Abra?" their other brother grumbled. His name was Seoirse (A/N: Pronounced SHOR-sha) and he was the more laid back of the three. They had been pokemon trainers and collectors since they were all 8 years old, and all three of them had quite a collection.
Trey's pokemon included Butterfree, Gyarados, Blastoise, Charmander and Haunter. Seoirse's included mostly normal types; Eevee, Chansey, Tauros and Gloom. Their sister's pokemon included a lot of fire types; she had a Ninetails, a Vulpix, Arcanine, an Alakazam and a Gyarados. Their sister's name was Sheena.
"I don't want it. I want to battle something. We've been stranded in these woods for days and no one has a flying type to take us up to see where we are," she complained.
"I have a Butterfree," Trey poined out.
"It can't carry your weight," she snapped.
"What's your point, sis?" asked Seoirse.
"My point is, I'm bored."
She had been going on like this for the past day and a half, ever since they had gotten lost. Trey was the one with the amazing sense of direction; He was the calmer one of the three and usually was the voice of reason. Seoirse simply didn't care and was the lazier one. Sheena's sense of direction stemmed from riding the school bus around town back home.
"C'mon, Sheena, leave the Abra alone. I think the next town's this way," said Trey, motioning vaguely to their left. In the distance, they could hear people talking and see a faint path.
"Oh. I knew that," said Sheena, cheering up at once.
She led them all through the brush and complained loudly when she got scratched by a thron bramble; it left a six-inch long bloody scratch on her calf.
"We can get it fixed up at the Poke center in the next town," said Seoirse. The three siblings were tripletts and Seoirse rarely moved for anyone unless it was their sister. In fact, both boys were rather protective of their younger sister, even if she complained a lot.
They came out onto the path once more and for some reason, Trey decided to let his Gyarados out. It slithered beside them into the city of Goldenrod.
"Hey, you!"
All three siblings turned at the sound of the voice. It was a younger boy, wearing shorts.
"Wanna fight?" he challenged.
Sheena, Seoirse and Atreyu exchanged glances. (A/N: No, I'm not into emo punk music, I just happen to like Atreyu. Actually, I like hardcore and heavy metal)
"Sure," said Sheena finally.
She stepped away from her brothers and pulled out a pokeball, marked with a tiny flame. The kid struck her as a grass trainer. They were surrounded by grass, after all.
"Sheena, your leg," Trey reminded her.
"It's fine," she waved it off.
"Two pokemon each," said the boy.
Sheena threw her pokeball and Ninetails appeared in a flash. It growled, flashing all of its tails.
The kid tossed out a metapod. Sheena could have laughed.
"Small fry," she said. Ninetails made short work of both the boy's pokemon, and he handed her a small ammount of coins before stomping off, disappointed.
As the trio walked into Goldenrod, Seoirse said, "You know, maybe ninetails was a bit much for that kid back there."
"Pft. He saw it. It was his choice to bring out the cacoon," she replied scathingly. She pet the large fox pokemon at her side and it growled happily, enjoying the attention.
They passed a large house with an enormous fenced in backyard on their right and stopped to stare awhile. Apparently, it was some sort of daycare/breeding center for pokemon.
Look, there's the pokemon center," said Trey, pointing ahead of them.
The city was certanly busy. There were people continuously walking in and out of a nearby department store and cars were everywhere. People walked on the sidewalks and from in the distance, they could hear some sort of train.
Trey's Gyarados roared in confusion causing a few people nearby to either jump in fright or scream and run away.
They entered the pokemon center and were instantly reminded of how long they'd been out of the city. All their clothes were dirty, stained or torn and the walls of the center were a soothing shell pink.
"Welcome to Goldenrod pokemon center," said a red haired woman brightly. She cast an uneasy glance at the Gyarados, which was now slithering snake-like because it was too tall to stand upright.
All three trainers handed her their pokeballs, recalling Ninetails and Gyarados and two Chansey came out of a back room and collected them all.
"Is there a place nearby where we can replace these clothes and eat?" asked Seoirse. Sheena smirked; trust her brother Seoirse to be the first to ask where the food was.
"Of course! Around in back of Goldenrod's department store, there's a small cul de sac. There's a veru nice store right there with clothes AND food!" said Nurse Joy, smiling.
"Great. We'll come back for our pokemon, then," said Seoirse, and he led both his siblings out of the center.
Unbeknownst to all three of them, they were being watched, ever since the battle with the young kid in the tall grass.
Mewtwo was there, having wandered farther than ever in his sight seeing. He sensed something strange about the three humans, although he couldn't quite place what it was.
"Mewww!"
Mew was there as well. Mewtwo understood it's words.
Something is wrong, it said.
"I know." said Mewtwo quietly, his telepathic speech low and deep.
Is it the three humans in black?
Mewtwo did not answer. He would have to see.
He teleported out of sight, determined to keep following them. Something didn't seem right.
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Please review!! Also, giev me some feedback on what all the short hand terms are in summaries, cause I haven't written anything on pokemon for 7 years now and certainly never on fanfiction. I know OC,OOC, SLASH and the like. Just the game shorthand, like shipping and stuff... wtf?
If you want to email me, you can find all of it on my bio for fanfiction.
Seoirse is an Irish Gaelic form of George, and Atreyu, of course, was borrowed from the band. Sheena is the name of the wolf whos owners live next door... she's so pretty!
REVIEW!!! free brownies to first reviewer! Please?