Author's note: Alright this is ultimately my most revised version and this will be the last revising I do. I swear to you guys. No more taking stuff out or anything. All the OCs will be my own. There will be a lot of recurring characters from the games/Anime so be aware. Given a new title, and a brand new sense of emotion, welcome to the revised Beating Hearts, Probing Desires now entitled Waking Wishes.
There are some tales not worth telling. Others are few and far between. Some things just need to be told. Others seemingly don't. If there's one thing there has to be other things leading to it. A person climbing a mountain will rise. Others who try this feat will fall. Twists and turns are around every corner. If they weren't, life would be boring.
This is the tale of a girl with the ability to transform into any and every Pokémon at will. Though the road ahead may be sketchy, with her ever helpful friends at her side, everything will become clear. Her story's worth telling. It's the story of the fate of the Pokémon world and how everyone and everything comes together to prevent the destruction of it. The destruction of the race known as Pokémon. The destruction of the land dwellers known as humans. Yet also the destruction of the world.
Pokémon are not tools of war. They are trusted partners and are needed to ensure the survival of the world. Some say humans and Pokémon should not coexist. Some say that the Pokémon race should have been ended hundreds of years ago. Though really, what would the world be like without them? There would be no time. There would be no light. The world would be an endless void of darkness. The plants, grasses, rivers, and streams would die. Life would not exist.
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Chapter 1: This is Me
In the far off region of Yoroshii, one girl will rise to meet her destiny. With her friends she will save the world from its destruction. Though the road will be an arduous challenge, it is one that must be accepted to prevent the end of the world.
We zoom in to a fairly small two-floor house in the region of Yoroshii. The house is painted an off-white with tan shutters. A rock bed circles the sides of the porch which is made of a glossy wood. Just behind the house is a small area of woods in which a lone cave makes its home. South of the house is a bridge leading into town. To the East is a large body of water expanding to tie the region to that of Kanto.
In the house is a family of five. A mother, father, two girls, and a teenage son. The oldest of the girls skips down the stairs into the basement where her father does his work as a scientist. The girl is six years old and has shoulder length auburn hair and dark green eyes with a light yellow ring around the pupils.
She wanders over to her father and taps him on the shoulder, grasping his attention. The man turns to his eldest daughter and smiles. He has russet brown hair and dark brown eyes. Wire-framed glasses rest atop his nose.
"What are you doing daddy?" The girl asks as she leans on his shoulder staring at his computer screen which is flashing slightly.
"I'm just doing some research." He smiles, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, and points to the sharp contrast picture on the computer screen he had been absorbed in studying.
The son of the family, age 16 enters the room, arms crossed. He combs back his hair with his fingers. His hair spikes out in the back at odd angles. His brown eyes stare blandly at all the scattered papers around his father's computer desk.
"Dad, you need to pull yourself away from this nonsense and stop getting worked up in it. Do you honestly believe you can create a living, breathing Pokémorph replica?" The teen picks up a folded newspaper with a bold headline reading "Last known Pokémorph disappears."
"Lance, have faith in me. I know I can make this happen. I know you don't believe in this subject, but science is very strong these days." He tousles his hair.
Lance stares at the sharp contrast image that his father's studying. A human with white hair, pale white skin, white wings and a tail. He has bright blue eyes and is glaring in hatred. Below the picture is a caption reading: Beware a Pokémorph, an indifferent species known to have only feelings of hatred.
The auburn haired six year old makes her way over to a small brown fox laying on a pet bed at the far edge of the lab. It's an Eevee. She kneels beside it stroking its fur.
"Science doesn't have anything to do with this. It's wrong to mess with the hands of fate. Besides what does science have to do with anything. I don't see a point in it at all." Lance frowns.
"Science is what keeps a roof on this house and food in your stomachs. You understand child?" The father gets to his feet giving his son a sharp glare.
"Who cares if it puts food in our stomachs and a roof over our heads. I'd rather be homeless than be involved in something that manipulates the hands of fate. This is sick and twisted. If you had any idea what you were really doing for this family you'd understand, but you don't. All you think about is the money isn't it? What kind of a father are you? You're no father of mine." Lance growls.
The next seconds time seems to speed up. The father's hand strikes the boy's cheek. Anger rivaling his son's seeping out of him.
"I'm no father to you? Take back what you said. If you don't seem to like what's happening in this family then you can go and be a part of some other family. All I think about is money huh? Who is it that keeps you safe? Who is it that took several long years to raise you? I don't care? I think you're wrong. Tell me you understand that I didn't ask for your opinion on how I get my money. What matters is what it goes to. I've seen families obsessed with money. The parents drink themselves away and leave their children to fend for themselves. Now tell me, are we that kind of family?" The father shouts.
The girl twitches in the corner of the room, hugging the Eevee close to her.
"I'm sorry. I guess I didn't understand. Forgive me father." Lance murmurs quietly as he puts a hand to his stinging cheek, hot tears streaking down his face.
"Good," The father says as his daughter climbs onto his lap.
"Even if you can create a living, breathing Pokémorph, who will you use as your test dummy?" Lance asks curiously, brow furrowing.
"Well I've been thinking of Heather. She loves Pokémon and already has a close connection to them. Think about how much closer she'll be. Think about how much closer we'll be to fully understanding Pokémon/human ties. If we could harness something that powerful we'd never have trouble understanding Pokémon. We would be capable of communicating with them fully." The man smiles at his eldest daughter and she, somewhat confused by the talk, stares happily up at him.
"Heather's innocent dad. She doesn't even know what's going on. She has a strong love for Pokémon but if you ask me, this is ridiculous." Lance protests angrily.
"She'll be fine Lance. I will run the tests thoroughly to ensure nothing goes wrong. I'll do some extensive research to try to understand Pokémon myself." The man rubs his hand over his daughter's hair thoughtfully.
"This isn't right dad. This just isn't right." Lance shakes his head as he heads to the door. He grasps the knob and yanks it open heading into his room. He shuts the door and locks it flopping back onto his bed staring at the ceiling rubbing his cheek in frustration.
"You want to know more about Pokémon don't you Heather? To be able to understand them well?" The man smiles at his eldest daughter contently.
"Of course I do daddy." Heather grins happily at her father. She walks over to Eevee and strokes her fur. She picks Eevee up and takes her upstairs. Her father turns back to his research.
The Next Day
"Eureka!" The man exclaims as he adjusts his wire-frame glasses, pushing them up the bridge of his nose. He casually strolls upstairs to the family room, a smile plastered on his face.
A young woman with blue-green eyes and long red hair flowing past the middle of her back stares at her husband in mild distress. "Wilt, honey. What on earth are you going on about?"
"Maria, it's the best thing that ever happened to me. After years on end of studying how Pokémon and humans coexist I've finally created a way to solve everything. I have found a way to reconstruct the DNA of a human into one of a Pokémorph. One unlike any the world has ever seen. This Pokémorph will be capable of transforming into any and all Pokémon. The Pokémorph will never become a hybrid. It will astound the council and prove my sleepless nights as success. Come with me and you shall see I'm not lying." Wilt stands and pulls his eldest daughter's hand, gripping it tightly.
A three year old girl with pink hair braided into pigtails and baby blue eyes stumbles after her father in wonder.
Heather, Lance, Maria, and the youngest daughter, Rose, follow Wilt into his lab where they are both amazed and confused.
In front of them is a bubbling pink liquid encased in a large glass tube sitting atop a platform. Wires connected to the tube run into a large machine type database. A stool is propped against the platform to ease the test subject into the fluid.
"Wilt you cannot honestly be serious." Maria gasps as Wilt escorts his eldest daughter up the stool opening the lid to the fluid encased tube.
"Maria our daughter could be the one to save the world one day once she can harness these powers. It'll be shaky at first when the human and Pokémon DNA separate, it's an arduous process, but she'll live. Besides, Heather agreed to it. Now climb the tube Heather. You're free to keep your clothing on for this." Wilts smiles at his eldest daughter as she climbs into the tube.
"Stop it!" Lance shouts as Wilt shuts the lid and the locking mechanism clicks.
Suspended wires attach themselves to Heather's body and screams erupt from her mouth as pain shoots through her. Wilt continues talking as if he's discovered a cure for every known type of cancer in the world.
"Don't worry. Now that the lid's closed she'll be able to breathe. You see the Pokémon DNA will bond to her own. It'll have a few tiny flaws, but it should pan out according to plan," Wilt says.
"Heather," Lance cries as he puts his hands to the glass banging on it sullenly.
"Big brother." Heather whimpers as tears fall from her eyes. She reaches out her hand and retracts it as pain erupts in her body again.
"No!" Lance cries. Glaring he turns sharply to his father protesting. "You're hurting her. What if this doesn't work out? What if she turns into a hybrid? She'll be shunned from all humanity just like the rest of the Pokémorphs."
"Trust me son. I know what I'm doing. Heather's strong. She'll get through this alive." Wilt pats Lance on the shoulder as Rose stares curiously at her sister, whose eyes are now snapped shut in a sleeping state of bliss- no longer pain ridden.
"Heather, I promise from now on I'm going to protect you. No matter what." Lance puts his hand to the glass again, tears falling from his eyes as he watches his sister sleep.
Wilt suddenly yanks Lance away from the glass and escorts him, Rose, and their mother up the steps into the living room. He goes back down to the lab, locking the door behind him. He turns to look at his nullified daughter.
"I know you'll survive. You're strong my child." His eyes caress her small frame as she breathes a few times. He turns back to his computer, satisfied, and returns to clicking away anxiously.
Upstairs Maria holds her son and daughter against Lance's protests, and calms the two down as best she can.
Lance gets up and heads to his room, slamming his door mumbling about his ignorant father. He flops onto his bed and lets out his Dragonite. The dragon Pokémon grins at him and curls up beside him on his bed. Lance involuntarily reaches out and strokes the gentle beast's wings.
"Forgive me Heather. I've let you down. I promise from now on I'll do a better job at protecting you. As best as I can." Lance whispers before falling asleep.
Three days later
"Lance. Come see. She's awakened." Wilt calls beaming up the stairs.
Lance walks down and runs a hand through his messy spiked hair, the spikes now shooting out in all directions as a clear sign of bed head.
Wilt smiles at his son and pushes a button making the fluid absorb itself into Heather's body.
Lance suppresses a yawn as he turns to look at his sister. His eyes widen in complete shock as the latch springs open and Wilt lifts the hatch; helping Heather out. Heather blinks a couple times before staring at Lance in confusion. The only thing remaining in the tank is a heap of shredded clothing. Wilt towel dries his daughter then wraps a green silk robe around her small frame as Lance begins prodding at the things sprouting from either side of Heather's head.
"Why do you stare like that? Is something the matter with me?" Heather turns to look at Lance as he continues stroking the objects on either side of her head. "Hey watch it. That hurts." Heather snaps as he tugs a little hard.
"S-Sorry." Lance stumbles at a loss for words.
Turning to his father he asks an arising question. "Ears ... and a tail. What is she?"
"Lance, Lance, Lance. I thought you of all people would know what your sister is. She's an Eevee hybrid. At least until her souls separate. Currently her human and Pokémon sides are fused." Wilt explains.
"You said she wouldn't be a hybrid." Lance growls.
Heather stares into a mirror suspended on a large hook near the side of the lab. She gasps inaudibly as she touches her light brown fuzzy ears and shakes her furry tail.
[Come. Play with me.] A voice echoes in Heather's mind.
Heather turns around and looks frantically for the source of the sound, ignoring the now faint bickering of her brother and father over her current state.
[Let's be friends. You can hear me can't you?]
Heather looks into a corner spying the family Eevee. Wagging her tail she pads over to Heather licking her hand.
"H-how? W-why?" Heather asks.
[Don't be afraid. I think you look awesome like that. I won't hurt you.] Eevee grins lolling her tongue out and licking Heather's hand again.
"Eevee." Heather scoops the small fox into her arms caressing her soft fur and tugging gently at her velvety ears.
"Can you understand Eevee Heather?" Wilt asks in awe.
"I'm pretty sure. Some voice keeps talking to me. It's a girl. I'm almost positive it's Eevee," Heather says astonished.
"Fantastic." Wilt cries waving his arms in the air happily, boasting proudly of his scientific knowledge.
Lance glares stone-coldly at the man who is his father, angry that he wouldn't consider Heather's vulnerability as a young child.
[I like you.] Eevee giggles in Heather's mind.
"Eevee is that you?" Heather asks as she flips her over and tickles her tummy.
[Ha. Ha. Yep it's me.] Eevee laughs rolling around in Heather's arms.
Heather drops Eevee to the ground making her cringe in pain. Heather turns back to the mirror staring at her reflection, touching her ears.
"What am I?" She cries.
"You're a Pokémorph. You'll eventually gain your human body back. It'll be awkward at first, but you'll eventually get used to this. It'll be fun." Wilt hugs his daughter in comfort as she cries, rubbing soothing circles on her back.
Lance yanks her away from their father, cradling her close to him letting her sob in his chest. He gently leads her upstairs and takes out a board game. The two play the game for a while before Heather falls asleep, her tail tucking between her legs as she curls up into a ball, her back now more flexible than when she was a full human.
Wilt comes upstairs and takes Heather back down to his lab to run more tests and allow her to sleep in peace until her souls split. He lays her slumbering body on a cot. Eevee becomes motherly and lays around Heather licking her cheeks gently.
Four days later
"I'm happy to say she's finally back to normal." Wilt grins at his son.
"She better be." Lance mutters.
"Come see for yourself if you don't believe me." Wilt leads Lance down the corridor to the lab pulling open the door where Heather's laying comfortably- her robe still wrapped around her. No longer does she have ears or a tail stuck to her body.
"Wake up sis." Lance says shaking her lightly in enthusiasm and tenacious curiosity.
"Ugh. . ." Heather groans and she rolls over. Eevee jumps on the cot snuggling into her arms. Much to their amazement Heather turns into a full blown Eevee. The two Eevee stare at each other in confusion.
"Which one is. . ." Lance starts.
". . .Heather?" Wilt finishes.
One Eevee sleepily rolls back over curling up inside the robe folding its paws over its eyes covering itself with its tail.
"That one." Lance laughs softly.
Wilt picks up his daughter, clothing and all, and carries her sleeping form upstairs to the family room where Maria is reading to their youngest daughter.
"Look what we have here Maria." Wilt proclaims.
"It's just a normal Eevee." Maria shrugs and then gasps in shock when she sees the robe. "Y-you've got to be joking me. That's our daughter?"
"Yeah she hugged Eevee and transformed like this. It's pretty cool. Her fur's real mom." Lance announces as he strokes lightly at the fur on Heather's body making her groan softly.
Maria reaches out a somewhat shaky hand and strokes the fur, a shocked look overcoming her face.
"She must have been thinking of Eevee to become this. The thought process between the souls is very similar, yet, also very different. To become a full Pokémon she must think of the Pokémon. To change back she must dwell on a thought of being human. It'll make more sense when she's older. However it might startle her friends. She'll eventually learn to transform without shedding clothes." Wilt explains.
"It sounds like a lot for her to take in," Lance says awkwardly.
"Not really. She'll learn in time. She will know that she has the power to socialize with Pokémon unlike any other human in ways unlike any other human," Wilt says tuning into his wife who went back to reading to Rose.
Lance carries his sister to her room and sets her slumbering form on her bed, leaving her to rest.
Later
Heather grumbles as she jumps out of bed, yawning exaggeratedly. She walks over to the sink wondering if she shrunk as everything is looming around her. She hops onto the step-stool and is shocked as she can't see anything. Placing-what she assumes to be her hands- on the counter she gives herself a boost and falls over screaming.
"Heather? Are you alright?" Lance asks as he opens the door.
[I. . . w. . . me? This is me?] Heather asks shakily pointing her paw at the mirror then pulling her paws over her head in fear. [First I shrink and now I'm an Eevee?]
"Holy Miltank. She can talk?" Lance practically screams as his family walks in the room.
"Oh yes she can communicate with us telepathically in a sense. She can block out communicating with people by using mind speak to those she trusts. She can think things and we can hear them. Sometimes she can hide her thoughts though." Wilt explains.
Rose, being the toddler she is, toddles over to over to her big sister.
"Eebee." She grins. "Eebee." She picks Heather up hugging her tightly.
[C-Can't. . . b-breathe. . .] Heather chokes flailing slightly.
"Eebee. Eebee." Rose giggles tossing Heather in the air over and over again then catching her in her arms.
[Do. Not. Want!] Heather cries as she's flung about. [I never knew she had such a tight grip. . .]
[[Tell me about it.]] ([[]]=what the real Eevee is saying) Eevee says padding softly across the blue and black carpet.
Rose looks at the two Eevee and frowns.
"Eebee? Sissy? Where. . . sissy Eebee?"
[You're holding/choking me.] Heather gasps.
[[At least it's not me for once.]] Eevee laughs sheepishly as Heather grimaces at her.
[Little help here?] Heather cries wiggling in Rose's arms.
"Rose, put down that. . . Eevee." Maria shouts, waving her hands.
"B-but Rose like Eebee," Rose says sticking her thumb in her mouth crying.
"I know you like Eevee sweetie but you need to give her some space." Maria tries again.
"O.K. . ." Rose sighs putting down "Eevee" and waddling over to her mom to be held.
Maria picks up Rose holding her on her shoulder.
"Now Heather, to turn back into a human you simply have to think of your human self." Wilt explains cautiously.
[Think? About my human self. . .? Okay that shouldn't be too hard.] Heather begins thinking of her human self, turning back. There is only one word to describe her as Lance rushes out of the room, his face flushed in embarrassment. That word? Naked.
Wilt tosses her her robe and she hastily puts it on in a hurry, running out of the room after her brother.
"Lance get back here. I'm going to kill you." She shrieks as she rushes to attack her brother.
Shaking their heads laughing Maria and Wilt walk to the living room to stop the fighting that has ensued. Maria covers Rose's eyes so she can't see Heather lunging at her brother punching him repeatedly with her small balled up fists screaming incomprehensible words from her mouth. Lance just laughing off the pain.
Me: Well that's that. More in depth no?
Lance: You were really going to kill me weren't you?
Me: No. Then there wouldn't be a story. You are a pretty important backup character.
Lance: Back. . .up. . .?
Me: Yep.
Lance: Come here so I can kill you.
Me: Oh shi- read and review so Lance doesn't strangle me. D: