Hey everyone. How's it going? I'm almost through with the next chapter of Listening with Your Feet, so get ready for that. I also watch this cool Korean show, and so I'm starting a fanfiction about it, but in Pokemon form. This story is titled the Heirs. The shippings covered here are Leafgreenshipping, Hoennshipping, a little Ash × Leaf (I don't know the name of the ship), and Ikarishipping. If any other ships are gonna pop up later, I'll say so in the author's note before the chapter. There MAY be lemon in this story, I'm not sure yet. Warning, characters may be a bit OOC. I'm just going to clear up the ages right here and now.

May – 18

Brendan – 18

Leaf – 18

Gary – 18

Ash - 18

Paul – 20

Dawn – 20

Carly – OC

Let's get started. Oh, and words written in Spanish (I'm making that the nationality of them all) will be translated at the end of the chapter. Or right there.)

Gary

I sped through the ocean, my feet not once leaving the surfboard as my friends played around me. Sometimes I wished my life were as easy as theirs.

As I left the water, my best friend Gold came up to me with two girls, also my friends, Crystal and Flannery.

"Yo dude, that was so cool!" He came up to me and high fived me. Oh God.

The girls were clapping politely, and Flannery hugged me. "I guess I should be going home, Gary. Bye!" She ran off.

I looked to my right to see Gold and Crystal making out. That boy was such a flirt.

While I was under the shower, I started to reflect on how I'd been sent to America in the first place.

I can't forget the goodbye that Paul said to me. Nevertheless, it was simple, short, and honest.

"Studying?" He'd said to me, in Spanish, in his cold, emotionless voice. "Don't overdo it. If you think English is useless, don't do it. When you get there, just do whatever you want. I couldn't care less. Here," he'd thrust a credit card into my hand. "I've loaded your card with about five hundred thousand dollars. I'll load it regularly. Just so you can survive when you get there. And fool around, drink. Not my problem. It's what children of rich people do. They don't have dreams, because if they did, they could all be achieved."

He started to walk away, then turned back around.

"Si tu podes, nunca vueltes."

It was then, when he said that to me, that I realized that I wasn't being sent to study abroad.

I was being exiled. By my own family.

I was snapped back into reality when Serenity, the barmaid, asked me if I wanted more lemonade, and I declined.

I didn't realize we'd entered the beach restaurant.

"Dude," Gold was stuffing his face with food, "how can you forgive them so easily? Your hating brother, your mother who gave birth to you, and your father who couldn't care less if you fell into a volcano?"

I shrugged. "I just don't care about them anymore. It's been two years. They're pretty much not my family anymore."

How I wished it weren't true.

In Spain – Ash

This was hilarious!

Conway was cowering on the wall, trying to miss any ball I threw at him. And of course, failing woefully.

"Please, stop," he whimpered.

"You're pathetic, you loser!" This time, I threw as hard as I could, and not caring that he had a lot of bruises.

I missed.

Kenny and Lucas, my sidekicks, laughed with me.

"Hey, Ash. Your pitching's starting to get worse." Kenny suddenly said.

And that was when my laughter turned into graveness. "Well. You go and stand there then."

Kenny stopped laughing. "What?"

"Go. Stand with Conway."

"Um… Ash…" Lucas started.

"Do you want to go instead?" I asked him. He shut up and I turned my attention back to Kenny.

The fool probably thought it was a joke, so he continued laughing and stood beside the injured Conway.

"Okay, Ash. Throw."

"Nope." I shook my head. "Who said I'd be the one to throw? Conway, get over here." When he didn't, Lucas pushed him forward.

"Why…" he coughed. "Why do I have to be the one to throw?"

"Because." I tossed the ball to him. "You're nothing but a stupid nerd. Contrasts, doesn't it?" I laughed deeply. "You're going to get beaten up whether or not it doesn't hit Kenny. You're a disgrace to all Spanish and Latinos over the world. But the truth is… you're going to be weak like this for the rest of your life, loner. Why? Because, when we're adults, us rich kids are going to rule over you. Low-life, scholarship students like you, who can't even pay half the school fees of this school."

Conway started breathing heavily, and actually looked like he was about to cry, at which Kenny and Lucas laughed.

"Decide. To throw? Or not to throw?"

Conway got very red, and suddenly flung the ball at a mirror behind me. I couldn't stop the laugh from escaping me. Kenny and Lucas grabbed him.

"Although you're poor, Conway, you like protecting your pride! I like that!" I got up. "Just next time, protect your own body. Having a healthy body's the best, right?"

As I neared him, he started shaking furiously. In fear.

"Aw, look at you. Practically quaking in your boots. I'm so scared."

Kenny and Lucas started hitting him, and I joined in. After we were done beating him up, I left him bleeding on the floor.

"See you next semester, Conway. And sharpen your aim… those glasses aren't doing much for it."

"Everything on your bike is in tip top shape, Mr. Ketchum. Imported from overseas, and only the best."

I sighed. "But of course, you're still making profit, no matter the price."

The biker looked at me in mock horror. "But Mr. Ketchum! You're a loyal customer!"

"You're making money from my patronage."

"Oh, and I adjusted the tension of it…"

At that moment, someone entered the shop.

Leaf

"Chicken delivery is here!" I called out to Mr. Ambrogio.

"Ah, thanks, sweetheart. Just pay my employees and drop it in the back."

As I walked to the back, two employees were sitting there. I gave the money to them and asked for the payment. "Thirty one dollars please."

One of them snickered. "What's with the extra one dollar, baby gal? Wanna buy candy?" He laughed with his partner.

They actually thought they were funny. I handed them a forty dollar note.

"My change, please."

"Ooh, young, pretty and smart." The other one came up to me. "What do you say I pick you up from work?"

"Give me my money."

"Don't worry, I'll drive you to school, tomorrow, baby girl! Will that make you happy?"

"Look, I have somewhere to be. Can you give me my money and let me go?"

The first one spoke again. "Don't play hard to get, girl…"

I'd had enough. I called the police. "Hey, good evening. I'm a junior year student making a delivery…"

"Hey, who're you calling?"

"…the police station."

"What?" They snatched my phone and cut the call. "It was a joke! A JOKE, student!"

Finally. They gave me my money and I ran out the door.

Ash

As I was bent over my bike, I heard footsteps and looked up.

I saw this pretty girl run out of the shop, her long brown hair in a low ponytail.

Hmm. I turned back to my work.

Leaf

Take orders, prepare, and serve. Take orders, prepare, and serve. Take orders, prepare, and serve.

It was a lot of work, yes. But it was the only way to survive.

After about an hour, I took a break, only to see my best friend, Brendan, sitting at a table doing his homework.

"Hey! Brendan!" I walked up to him. "How long have you been here?"

He seemed to think. "About thirty minutes."

I gasped in mock horror. "And you didn't order?! The manager's going to be very angry!"

Brendan laughed. "May's not coming today, I think. And here. It's going to rain today." He handed me an umbrella.

"Aw, thanks." I paused. "But wait, what will May use?"

Brendan pulled out a big, oversized raincoat. "When a girl's rich, she lives like a princess every day."

I laughed heartily, and started cleaning a tray. Brendan sighed. "How many part time jobs are you taking now?"

"It's the only thing I can do. Just to keep my head above water." He looked at me sympathetically.

"Brendan! Stop looking at her!" May, who had entered the shop, stormed up to us, and Brendan shifted over so she could sit. She glared at me.

"I thought I told you to stop trying to seduce my boyfriend."

I glared back. "Do I look pretty to you?"

"I never said you were pretty."

"Yeah. But you, on the other hand, are extremely pretty, so you shouldn't worry about that."

May rolled her eyes. "Come on, Brendan. Let's go, we need to pack for you."

I raised my eyebrows at a sheepish Brendan. "Are you going somewhere?"

"Um, I'm…" May slapped her hand over his mouth.

"No, Brendan! I'm the only one who can know! Let's go." She grabbed his hand and started to walk out of the shop.

Brendan called over his shoulder. "I'll text you!"

"Don't you dare!" May yelled.

As soon as May left the restaurant, I scoffed. All those extravagant rich kids.

With May and Brendan

"I don't like Leaf. At all. I hate her. Totally. I hate her a lot." May grumbled.

Brendan chuckled. "Come on, May, don't be like that."

"I hate her even more when you say that! She's nothing but a poor, filthy bitch, but somehow still looks down on me! And I have money. A lot of money. She even knows about your childhood, which I don't! Argh! I'm so irritated."

Brendan smiled down at her, love-struck. "If you get irritated, you'll get older." He ruffled her hair.

"I can't help it today. And hey, that's foul play. Don't touch my hair!"

"Leaf and I have been friends since we were little. And that's all we are. Just friends. And that's all it will be."

"I don't believe in that. Teenage boys and girls can't be friends!" May stormed off.

Brendan grinned and went after her.

Leaf

"How can't it be real? Tch, that girlfriend of yours…"

I was walking slowly home, talking to Brendan.

"I don't like the fact that she wears a different outfit every day. I don't like the fact that she climbs out of a limo every morning!" I mistakenly pressed the end button.

No! I wasn't done talking. Now he's gonna think I'm mad at him.

I sighed, and then decided to call my sister Serenity.

"Hello? Serenity? I swear, you never pick up the phone these days. How's it like, schooling in the States?"

Serenity

Bruce and I were going at it again.

"It's my house! MY HOUSE, Serenity!" I could smell the alcohol on his breath. "What the f*ck do you care what I do in my house?!"

I didn't think I could get angrier. "Didn't I tell you already? It's because you're trash!" I yelled in my bad English. I started to insult him in Spanish, which he didn't understand. He only knew how to speak English.

I think his ears caught the word 'bastardo,' and then… he slapped me!

"BITCH, GET THE F*CK OUT OF MY HOUSE!" He took my money and went out again to drink, leaving me sobbing on the floor. Suddenly, the phone rang, and I picked it up.

"Hello? Serenity?" I went pale. It was Leaf. "I swear, you never pick up the phone these days. How's it like, schooling in the States?"

I couldn't bear this. I cut the call.

Leaf

Huh. Wonder why she did that. I left her a message, only to feel rain on my head.

"Aw, Brendan was right! It is raining!" the umbrella wasn't working and the rain came down harder.

I rushed to the shade of a nearby shop, trying to open the umbrella, when my eye caught onto something. Was that a… dreamcatcher?

I'd always wanted one. This one was in a pretty shade of purple, and as I admired it, my umbrella opened.

"Oh? Now you decide to open? Hm." I looked back at the dreamcatcher.

Brendan

I heard knocking at the door, then laughed to myself.

"What are you doing home? I thought you were eating with May," my dad said as I let him in.

"Come on, Dad. I didn't want to leave you here alone."

"When you say that, it makes me feel so much older." He started cutting carrots.

I frowned. "Hey, Dad, you're supposed to cut the carrots smaller than the potatoes."

"Why?"

"Potatoes have a higher moisture content. So they'll cook at the same time with the carrots if they're bigger."

Dad smiled at me. "Atta boy. Now try saying that in English."

I grimaced. "Um…Patats heev e hayar m… moy…" I did not know how to speak English yet.

Dad sighed. "Looks like we have our work cut out for us. I've bought your plane tickets. Have you told May that you're going to the States?"

"Of course. She said she wants to come along."

"Leaf?"

"Um. I can't tell her, Dad. She's working really hard at her job, and it would be awkward to say that I'm going abroad for education."

Dad rubbed my back and gave me an encouraging smile.

Mrs. Shinji II (This is Paul's dad's second wife, the first one will be addressed as Mrs. Shinji I)

I dropped my phone for about the fifth time that night. Why wasn't Gary picking up my calls?

I tasted the soup. Pathetic. "Deena, what's wrong with the soup?" I asked the maid next to me. She shrugged her shoulders.

"I didn't make it, m…" She seemed to perk up. She grabbed my glass of wine, dumped it in my soup, and hid the glass under her apron.

Needless to say, I was furious. "Deena!"

"Shh! The President's back and he's about to enter!"

Just then, Paul entered the room, and I gave him a warming smile. "Hello, my son…"

"Don't call me that."

I flinched. "Okay then. Have you eaten dinner?"

"I had a late lunch. Who cleaned my room?" Deena raised her hand.

"Do it again. And bring up a glass of water to my study." With that, he left the room.

I sighed. "Deena, after that, bring me a glass of the same wine. And throw this food away."

Leaf

"Why do I have to eat it?" Mom had set down a tray full of different assorted foods.

"Mrs. Shinji was kind enough to give it to us. Now, eat up."

I sighed. After dinner, Mom spoke to me.

"I need you to send everything in my bank account to Serenity."

I widened my eyes. "What? Is she in trouble? What happened?"

"Calm down, Leaf." She smiled very widely. "Serenity's getting married!"

My eyes went wider. "I'm sorry, what?"

The next day, we were walking through the streets to the grocer's.

"When is the wedding? Did she invite us? Is he Spanish or American? Did you ask what he did for a living? Did she send us plane tickets?"

I stopped her. "And why aren't you responding to my questions?"

Mom looked at me like I was crazy. "Leaf, you can't go anywhere, we don't have time for that."

"And why can't we go?"

"Because if we go, we'll be tarnishing her reputation. She says he's loving, kind-hearted and hardworking. And she's accomplished so much; if we go there, we'll be like a stain."

I was annoyed. "We're her family! Ever since she left, I…" I stopped ranting and cleared my throat.

"I'm not sending any money. How will I make sure it goes to America? I'll go there in person and deliver it myself." I walked away. I heard my mom calling after me, but I didn't listen.

Carly

"But Mother, why do you have to remarry? It's only been a while since you left Dad."

"I need a man, Carly."

"But we're rich, Mommy! We own so many companies!"

"Yes. And if I join with another major one, it's more money and companies for me, and more luxuries for you."

I scoffed. "So it's because of the money? How typical of you." I left her office.

"Oh, and Carly? Get changed, we're having dinner with them."

"Mmm. Amazing," Mommy moaned.

We were seated at a polished table in a hotel, with some old guy and a boy named Ash. This was the family Mommy wanted to marry into?

"So, Carly," the man said to me.

"What?"

"Carly! Manners!" Mommy scolded me. I rolled my eyes.

"Yes, sir?"

"I heard you have a later birthday than Ash. Please say hello." He smiled at me. "You're going to be his younger sister. And I have to say, you're lovely."

"I hope you'll care for her as a sister, Ash." Mommy said.

Ash smirked at me. "Of course. She is just my type."

I dropped my fork in astonishment, and his father looked like he'd just swallowed a bug. Mommy too looked disgusted, with that pretty china doll face of hers. How could a middle aged woman look twenty…

Ash stood up. "In that case…"

His father silenced him. He didn't even look at him. "Sit down."

Ash remained standing.

His father stood up too, and I went back to playing with my nails. The next thing I heard was a slapping sound, and I looked up in alarm to see Ash clutching his cheek.

His father's voice had now sharpened to the point that it could cut steel. "Sit down."

Ash was furious. "Now I really can't sit down."

His father looked astounded.

"It would be too embarrassing in front of my younger sister." Somehow, Ash kept that sadistic smile on his face.

He nodded to me and my mother. "Enjoy your meal."

After he left, his father apologized for his behavior.

"No, don't." I stood up. "I plan on receiving an apology from him myself."

Ash

That man is not my father.

As I was about to mount my bike, my new sister came out.

"What do you want? If you're here to get hold of me…"

"No." Her voice was clipped. "I'm here to let you go."

"Then have fun losing me, Carla."

"It's Carly."

"Whatever." I'd almost put my helmet on my head when she spoke again.

"You know I'm engaged to Gary, right?"

I froze. "What did you say?"

"Yeah." She nodded. "So that would make you… brothers in law."

"And?"

"I want you to know that you're not the only one against this marriage. I think you hate this more than I do. Just reminding you in case you forgot."

She nodded briskly. "With that, I'll let you go." She walked away, until I spoke up again.

"I never said I was against the marriage."

"What do you mean?"

I sighed, shaking my head. "So naïve, Carly. You mean after everything you've done in the business world, you still don't know what marrying under it means?"

"I'm asking, what do you mean by that? Explain it clearly."

"In the business world, marriage is just a mask covering joint projects, mergers and investors. In other words, the union of my father and your mother in marriage is not because they like each other. No, not at all. It simply means that they're joining their companies to make bigger ones and more money."

She raised a perfectly arched eyebrow.

"Who do you think will end up with your mother's Pear company ownership? (A/N: In this story, Pear is the equivalent of Apple. And that's what Carly's mother owns. So just imagine her in a Steve Jobs position.)

Her eyes widened in realization, and a gasp escaped her lips. I smirked.

"So if you like, Carly, try ending this marriage. Do your best. Just," I put on my helmet, "don't go from a Carly Acosta to a Carly Ketchum."

That being said, I drove away from a fuming Carly.

Leaf

Scrub, scrub, scrub. I washed plates furiously, people around me cooking and cleaning and serving and ordering. My pink glove clad hands didn't stop washing for a second.

I was just done with the heap of plates next to me when two cooks came and dropped two full trays of leftover food for me to wash.

Sighing and wiping off my head, I started washing again.

As I received my cheque from the manager, he complimented me for my hard work.

"Gosh, Leaf. Even during the holidays you work so hard. You're not traveling anywhere?"

"I am. My sister is getting married, so I'm going to the States."

He smiled. "Congratulations! How long will she be staying?" I sighed.

"Actually? I don't think she'll come back. The fact that she's getting married there means she doesn't plan on returning to Spain anytime soon." I sighed again. "And that means that as long as she's away, I'm going to have to keep washing dishes so I and my mom can have food on our tables."

Back at home, I had exchanged money online, bought my flight ticket, and set up my passport for processing.

I knocked on my mom's door before entering, to see her folding a pile of worn out clothes.

"Mom?" She looked up. "I exchanged money today."

She blinked.

"Don't worry. I'll give the money to her and return safely… and mom? My passport's going to be done in three days. I did it myself."

Mom looked down, nodded, and then continued what she was doing. I took that as my cue to leave.

I sprawled my box on the floor back in my room, and my eyes lit up as I caught sight of the purple dreamcatcher. Yes, I'd bought it that day. It reminded me of Serenity.

I promise I'll become successful, and I'll come to get you and Mom. Just wait for me, Leaf. Wait a little more, she said to me.

How long would I wait? I couldn't anymore. I was going to meet her.

Carly

I held up two pairs of heels in each of my hands, one white, one green, and both studded with jewels and intricately beautiful.

Mom came up to me, looking as beautiful as ever. "Are you immigrating? Why are you packing so much?"

"Because, Mommy, I'm going to the States to meet Gary. It's been ages since I showered him with my love." I threw both the shoes into the perfumed box. "If something unexpected happens, I may just settle down permanently."

"Must you be the one to go? Can't he come here?"

"He can, but he won't. Print your wedding invitation this night and give me tomorrow, Mommy. It's his future mother-in-law's wedding; he could never miss it."

"You need to be more supportive, Carolina. This remarriage is for the best."

"Don't call me by my full name. And whether or not you've fallen in love with Ash's dad, don't try to make me change from Carly Acosta to Carly Ketchum. It's from Carly Acosta to Carly Shinji. And have you heard the rumors? His dad raises his hand when he gets angry."

"You have a fiancé you can run to. You're living a good life," she commented, ignoring my accusation completely.

"Yes, no thanks to you."

She sighed and nodded, her ruby earrings making a soft tinkling sound. "Give my greetings to my future son in law." She left my decorated room, her heels making a clicking sound as she walked and her lavender scent wafting through the room.

"Tch. So annoying." I picked up my Pear phone, the latest model.

Gary

When I was exiled to California, my first thought was that I would finally be able to eat lots and lots of almonds.

But as Paul said, I just ate and played. Because of that, I'm constantly getting in trouble with the police.

I've become popular in school, as well as learning how to make my mom back home cry because of me.

My phone rang, and I picked it up. "Hello?"

"Gary?" Shit, it was Carly. I cut the call.

"Dude?" Gold poked his head in. "Didn't you pick it up?"

"No," I said in English. "I already know who's calling. My fiancée, meaning she's on her way, or she's already here."

"I saw her picture! She's hot!" Gold punched my arm. "Why the hell don't you like her?!"

"Because I'm being forced into this marriage. I don't like her at all, and besides, I'm hotter than her!"

"But it's your anniversary, right?"

I stared at Gold, who got the hint.

"I'm too lazy to celebrate it!" We both yelled, rushing out of my sleek house.

And that's the end of the chapter. Next one? I don't know when it will be up. So please tell me what you think. Was it too long? Could you follow from the different points of view? Please let me know in a review or something.

And what Paul said was, "If you can, never come back."

PM, R&R, F&F. I'm out.