Hello!
This is my first Fanfic, so please go easy on me.
This is basically a Drama/Angsty/Romance/Adventure story based on the Soul Silver the Game.
Lyra is the main character, I believe she is rather bubbly in the Anime, but I have never seen it, so I cannot say with confidence that she will be IC.
It will mainly involve the romance between Lyra and Silver, but Ethan will be involved and such.
- Warning -
The Story will get quite dark. I like a bit of bloodshed and death (Yes, Pokemon and people die in this fic).
There is also swears and bad language :)
Disclaimer: I do not own the Pokemon universe (God dammit!)
If you like love triangles there will be some of that, plus fluff and all that Jazz later on. Im BIG on slow burning romances.
The first chapter is rather slow, but it will pick up and get more interesting, I promise you!
"Spee, spee, sppe" The light, muffled cooing from the family of Spearow which had recently taken a liking to the roof over her room roused her from her slumber. Her eyes opened slowly and she let out a quiet, groggy groan as the sunlight filtering through the blinds touched her eyes. It fell over her chocolate-brown hair which fell by her shoulders as she pulled herself to a sitting position on her bed. She pushed the quilt aside and rubbed her left eye as she let out a yawn, adjusting to the light. What time was it?
At that thought all the pleasantries of sleep drained out of her and she stood up with an excited jolt, as a child would do on Christmas day. She squinted at the sunlight as she hurriedly got dressed, pulling her red shirt over her black vest, before finishing off the look with her blue short dungarees. He hopped around the room as she put her knee length white socks on, then gently bunched her hair into two ponytails either side.
"Why didn't you wake me sooner!" she called down the stairs to her mother, as she dashed into the bathroom to quickly brush her teeth.
"Its a big day, I thought you needed the extra rest!" Her mother called back, smiling slightly as she sipped on a cup of coffee, placing a plate of toast on the dining table for her daughter.
"yourf knru irt wars an importernt dray" She mumbled as she brushed her teeth in record breaking time.
Her mother let out a one syllable laugh in reply as she watched her daughter fly down the stairs. She watched intently, as if crossing off a mental check-list.
"Don't forget your bag, Lyra." She said, handing out the rucksack on one finger as her daughter took it gently.
"Thanks, Mom. I'll be back soon, don't worry abut me too much." She said before shoving on her hat, grabbing a piece of toast and running out the door before her mother could reply.
The sound from the door slamming caused the Spearow to scatter from the roof, their shadows cast upon her path.
Professor Elm's lab was only a few doors down, so she quickly shoved the toast into her mouth, trying to swallow it as soon as possible before getting there, as not to seem rude. She was already an hour late, and was hoping the Professor would forgive her. Either that or she would blame it on her mothers incompetence as an alarm.
She looked down, noticing that he shoelace was not properly tied. She muttered an obscenity under her breath as she bent over to tie it in a double knot. Abruptly she felt an impact on the back of her legs which made her jump with a rather womanly squeal, she spun around and jumped around from toe to toe before realising it was a Pokemon, More specifically Ethan's Marill. He had fallen on his back and rolled sweetly to his feet.
"Marill, Marrrrrrill!" He squeaked happily, as she recognised Lyra.
"You have always been so easy to scare, Lyra." Ethan laughed as he walked over to her. "How old are you now? 17? You need to stop being such a crybaby" He watched Lyra's face redden lightly, and she crossed her arms in defiance.
"I was merely surprised! And you're no better yourself! Remember when we were kids, and we went ghost hunting in your grandmas attic? And you thought her Meowth scratching on the door was a -"
"Ok ok, I get it" He replied in a nervous tone, "and hey, I hear you have an assignment from Professor Elm! I'm glad your finally getting yourself known" He said, changing the subject.
"I know! And I get to choose a Pokemon to accompany me," She replied excitedly, before turning towards the lab. "Plus I'm already late, so I'll swing by your house soon, ok?"
"Sure thing, good luck Lyra"
"Thanks Ethan, bye Marill"
"Marill!"
She arrived at the lab, and opened the door. She had been many times before, but never to leave with a Pokemon. She had still not decided what to do with her life, training and travelling with Pokemon for years with the sole goal of defeating the Pokemon league seemed like a mountain of a task, and such the reason why she had left it so long.
But this was a simple task? The Pokemon was just for protection and then she would give it back, and then go back to her usual life, right?
She glanced to her left to see a red haired boy watching through the window, she hadn't seen him around the town before, and gave him a slight wave. But he totally ignored her and carried on looking at anything but her. She huffed awkwardly at his ignorance, then set her mind on looking for Professor Elm.
After exchanging pleasantries she sat with the professor, the three Pokeballs in arms reach. Her palms felt clammy at the thought, and she was almost shaking with excitement.
"... So we just need you to go to Mr. Pokemon's house and bring his 'discovery' back to the lab. I swear that man is always raving about something... But then again, he did further research towards Pokemon Eggs, so I would never doubt his abilities. The Pokemon will protect you, so please choose the one you're the most comfortable with." He gestured to the Pokeballs on the table and Lyra stood to view them. She had already decided in advance, and went straight for the Cyndaquil.
"Ah! Good choice. I've noticed he has quite a rash personality, so keep your eye on him" the Professor mentioned light heartedly, watching as Lyra released him out of the Pokeball.
She accidentally released him in the air and stumbled to catch the little fireball as he fell into her arms. The first thing she noticed was his warmth, he was like a little hot water bottle wrapped in fur.
"You're cuter than I imagined!" she said happily as she placed him on the ground.
"You're welcome to give him a nickname if you like. He has never had a trainer before, so I suppose this is a first for both of you."
"Oh, ok" Lyra squinted her eyes strangely as she searched her mind for a good name. But she was more or less blank. And the contorted look on her face gave the Cyndaquil no more confidence.
"How about... Flame?" She said proudly.
"Cynnn" The little fire mole growled.
"Oh, yeah... I guess it's a bit silly... what about Coal?"
"Cyn."
"Ummm, Char?"
"Cynnnn."
"Moley?"
The Cydaquil made a face at that name, followed by the professor.
"Well you obviously want something different..." She paused again, then the name came to mind. "Haku?"
"Quill!" He said nonchalantly, but secretly happy with his new name.
"Great, It's all settled. Mr Pokemon's house is just north of Cherrygrove city. There is a Pokemon Centre there if you need it."
"Thanks, Professor, I wont let you down!" She said proudly as she set off towards the door. She gave him a friendly wave before exiting the building.
She took a few paces towards her next route before bending down to Haku, who had been walking a little behind her.
"Well, I suppose you can stay out of the Pokeball if you like, Haku. You are my protection after all, best to keep you handy, huh?" She said, eyes smiling at the little tyke. Haku was obviously happy with this, and jumped next to her, seeming bit happier than before.
"So this is the famous Elm Pokemon Lab..." A voice caught her attention, and when she stood she glanced over to the lab to see that same red haired boy from earlier. It seemed his rudeness had given her a chip on her shoulder, and so in that moment she decided to confront him.
She walked over to him in a good pace before putting a hand on his shoulder to get his attention "Hey-".
"What do you want?!"
"Well – I – Um, just wanted to say-"
"Don't just stand there and stare! And get your hand off me!" He grabbed her wrist and knocked her off balance, causing her to fall to the ground. As she pulled herself up, Haku came to her side, growling at the boy.
"Ha! You're weak, And so is your rat of a Pokemon. Get lost."
Lyra was taken aback by his cruel manner, and scooped up the still growling Haku into her arms.
"You bastard, he's not a rat, and he certainly isn't weak!"
"Whatever, I've got nothing more to say to you. I suggest you leave me alone." A threat on the tip of his tongue.
"Fine! Enjoy your miserable life!" She spat, turning her back to him and storming off.
She had only just turned the corner and entered the route to Cherrygrove when she put Haku down next to the long grass, tears beginning to prick at her eyes.
"That Asshole. How dare he be so awful..."
"Cinn..." Haku chirped sympathetically, patting off the dirt from her socks.
"Thank you, Haku" She said with a fake smile before moving onwards, trying not to show her tears which were now falling down her cheeks. She wasn't giving Haku the best impression. Ethan was right, I am a crybaby... She thought as she glanced towards the path, which was overgrown with grass, vines and shrubs.
Suddenly Haku picked up the pace and dived into the overgrowth.
"Haku! Wait for me!" she called, trying to keep up with the little fire mole who was racing ahead, and nearly out or sight.
"Wait!" She called out in desperation as he disappeared from sight.
She stopped and looked around for him, but he was nowhere to be seen, and the isolation and chattering of the route suddenly found their way to her senses. She was alone, with possibly dangerous Pokemon and people nearby, and totally defenceless.
She wiped her face clean of her tears, but found that a branch has cut her cheek whilst running through, and her arm now had a mixture of tears and blood smeared on it.
"Perfect. This whole day has gone to hell..." She whispered, as she turned back as if admitting defeat. Already trying to compose in her head what she would say to the Professor. "Sorry but not only did I not make it to Mr. Pokemon's house, I also lost your rare Pokemon!"
Great. This cant get any worse.
She must have only taken a few steps when a screech was heard from above and a sticky, stringy web fell down from the trees, catching on her clothes and hair. Lyra let out a wail and quickly tried to peel the web from her, the strings getting caught on her fingers and sticking everywhere. She raised her head to find a Spinarak right in front of her face, its legs kneading the air in a creepy fashion. She was silent for a moment until she let out a terrified scream, trying to stagger around as it jumped on her back, and began feeding more web on her.
"Somebody help me!"
Over hear screams, she could hear Haku's cry, and suddenly felt the Spinarak's weight fly off her. She turned to find that Haku had tackled it and had hopped to her side, awaiting further instruction. He was obviously battle ready.
"Haku!" She cried happily, turning to face the Spinarak.
She pointed her finger towards the bastard and commanded Haku.
"Use Ember, now!"
"Quill!" He confirmed, as the flames busted from the holes in his back, and he sent an explosion of fire towards the attacker. The Spinarak immediately burst into flames, and squealed until it went silent.
"No!" Lyra shouted, pulling off her backpack and patting the flames from the small bug Pokemon. But it was no use, it was charred and had no signs of life. Lyra cupped her mouth, not wanting to accept that it was dead. "I – I didn't mean for this to happen... I had no idea..." She sighed and stood up. Haku was stood next to her, unaffected by what had just happened. It was perfectly normal. Pokemon battles often ended badly, especially at the hands of reckless trainers.
She had not expected to kill one though. The battles on TV had always look so fun and exciting, but of course as she realised now, where heavily monitored – and the Pokemon's health was always of paramount importance.
She looked down to her little Haku, who was pulling at her sock. She scooped him up and started to walk, leaving behind the smell of charred flash and death.
For the rest of the long walk to Cherrygrove Haku stayed with her. She carried the lazy Pokemon most of the way, deliberating often whether to put him in his ball. But she decided to keep him out. The last thing she wanted was for him to dislike her.
They fought through a few battles together. She was actually quite impressed with her skills to command, and had never expected it. It was almost like she was a different person in battle. She was calm, collective, tactical and above all careful. It was almost as if she made a secret vow to herself, never to let a Pokemon die by her hands again.
Haku was beginning to get attached to her too, even struggling and wailing when she left him with a nurse at the Pokemon centre in Cherrygrove, and tried to escape before he had been fully healed.
He had definitely proven himself to be a handful, and however much she liked her rash little Cyndaquill, there was always the relief that she could hand him back to Elm as soon as her assignment was complete.
Please let me know what you think, and if you want any ideas implementing in future Chapters.
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