The Sycamore Tree
A Pokemon fan fiction
*Disclosure: I do not own any part of Nintendo/Game Freak.
Chapter 1
1992
Blue got on the plane at three AM, the only ticket she could afford. Oh, but this was no ordinary flight. She was finally leaving Unova, for good.
She had spent eight years training in culinary school just for this. All of the rigorous studying, training and the occasional breakdown had led to this exiting new chapter of Blue Taylor's life. Now, living in Unova for eight long years was the toughest period of her life; but she knew it was only going to get tougher from here. She wiped the sweat off of her brow, put on the long purple scarf her dad had just given her, and sat down.
Blue thought that she was going to be the only person on that plane. Or, at least the only sane one. Who on God's green Earth would choose the one-way twelve-hour flight to Kalos? Of course, she would have gotten two six-hour six hour flights (stopping briefly in Kanto) and slept in between. But, this one had been cheaper. And when your bank account is hitting the negative seven-digit range (¥), you take whatever is cheapest. That's also why she had bought a fixer-upper apartment, costing only 250000¥, and would stay in her aunt's house until it got renovated. She pulled out her favorite book, "The Tale of the Body Thief" she was glad she could find it at a garage sale, at only 500¥.
"At least it can only go up from here." She laughed to herself. To Blue's surprise, a man walked up to the only occupied seat on the tiny plane, hers.
"Pardon miss, is this row 8?"
"Sure thing, friend." She muttered without turning her head away from the book.
"No need for the sarcasm, ami." She noticed he had a french accent and looked away from her book. He was beautiful.
He had curly black hair, some facial hair and a long skinny face. She realised it was obvious he cared about his appearence more than other guys, with an ironed royal blue button-up shirt and a pair of jeans that were a *bit* too short for him. Whatever. It looked cute to her. It was at this moment when Blue's training came into effect. What training? I don't even know.
Blue was exploding inside. There was no way this man wasn't stopping in Kalos. Unova and Kalos were so far apart there was basically no way you could get to either one in less than a day, even with a one-way flight. So no, this man wasn't passing through, unless he was (option A) stupid or (option B) crazy. All she knew was that she was going to be smooth a shit.
(Update: she was not smooth as shit)
The man spoke once again.
"It doesn't look like we'll be sleeping, ami. The plane has closed the doors, so it looks like we're alone. So, why don't we chat for a while?"
Blue looked at her book for a solid twenty seconds. It wasn't like she would be sad not to read it, but she knew that if she screwed up now, she would be have screwed up for good.
"What the hell" she muttered.
"Sup'" muttered Blue. Ouch.
"Bonjour, je m'appelle-"
"What?" Blue figured she should ask now, before things got confusing.
"Oh, no! Do you not speak french?!" The guy looked more panicked than necessary, TBH.
"Not a word. But I do speak fluent wing dings."
"Fluent what?"
"Never mind."
"I'm just going to take a shot in the dark and guess that you are not a Kalos native." Even with her small-child level of understanding (not counting speaking) French, she pondered on how he figured her out.
"How did you figure me out?"
"For starters, almost all natives can speak at least a couple of sentences in French. Second of all, you are not wearing even one beret or striped article of clothing." She started to laugh, but stopped, hoping he wasn't serious.
"Relax, friend, I was joking." She exhaled.
"Anyways-" he saw her cold sweat. Gross, man.
"My name is Augustine. Augustine Sycamore." He paused.
"What?"
"It is only polite to introduce yourself." He frowned.
"Ah, shit." She thought.
"The name's Blue. Blue Taylor."