Author Notes: Welcome to the first chapter of Memorial Blues. I decided to start this as I wanted to have a school-focused more innocent fanfiction as I always found the slice of life genre to be quite heartwarming. None of the stories I currently have allow me to do that, so I figured a new story would do a better job.

Prologue

The boy with the gray canvas

"So, tell me good sir, why do you want to put Tristam in this school? You do know with what kind of students we deal with, don't you?

"Yes, I'm aware," Tristam answered for the man accompanying him. "But don't you accept normal students, too?"

"Why not directly tell us what…"

"Sorry, but I'm giving you a favour and I'm completely skipping the "forgetting everything" part."

"We don't do it for money. We do it because our founder went through the same mess most of you went through and we want to help you overcome it and not be constantly remembered by it. AND make use of that strength you have."

"I think what I stated was pretty clear, Mr. Principal."

A funeral silence filled the office where Tristam, the principal and Tristam's tutor were. The boy's tutor had his eyes closed and looked decrepit, almost as if he had been on his last minutes for an eternity. His brown jacket, green shirt and brown hat all looked more alive than his face and his hands, and one couldn't help but feel a bit of sympathy for the poor man. His wheel chair wasn't one of those modern ones that moved with the joystick, it was one of the old ones, where you had to move the wheels yourself.

The principal was an elegant looking person, with not much years behind him considering the job he's doing. One could say from simple view that he wasn't much older than forty. He was wearing a blue with very narrow white stripes jacket and a red tie hiding behind it. His hair was combed all the way to his neck and his green eyes just meant honesty. If there's one thing that wasn't clear about this man, it was his true nature. Is he a gentle and caring man, but strict sometimes? Or is he a lying hypocrite that is simply interested in the paper?

Tristam's bangs covered his amber, gold eyes slightly as he depressingly but carefully examined the principal. His jet black hair wasn't exactly messy, but it definitely wasn't cared for as it should considering its rather long length. His face, when stared at, could only be defined as 'emotionless'. He had a very athletic build, although he was a bit short. His outfit consisted of a pink button up long sleeved shirt, white gloves and a pair of the traditional blue jeans. He didn't stand out from a group of people, nothing in his appearance came off as interesting, except perhaps his golden eyes.

"You can attempt whatever you want, you may actually figure out what I can do in the process," Tristam admitted. "But I'd rather not be so direct about it."

"As you wish. Excuse me sir, can you fill in these papers?"

If Tristam's tutor hand hadn't moved one would have believed that the man died right there without making a single noise. Once he was done signing in the boy, both of them said goodbye to the principal as he escorted them to the exit. He was surprised when he saw that they didn't go to his house by car, or by taxi and no one else just waited for them. They just walked until he couldn't see them anymore, as if they were walking to simply lose time.

Luminosity Academy is a school situated in Lumiose City, Kalos for those who suffered from an experience that left them with an ability that isn't common for the typical human and a severed mindset. They don't have a big amount of students, the maximum of students they've ever had for a year was 36, and they are known for focusing a lot on each person and help them use this new ability they earned for their advantage. They don't get involved with the people who made this student suffer, they simply help the student.

Of course, besides that they act as a normal school, teaching training techniques, Pokemon battling, breeding, math, history, what everyone has. After all, it's about people wanting to live like everyone else does.

"Tristam, my dear," an old woman hugged the boy. "Everything will be better, OK? Don't be so reserved and actually let them help you."

"I don't like doing that. You know what. And you why."

"I am aware of that, but it will do you good, you have to understand that."

Tristam looked away, ignoring the woman who had taken care of him throughout his whole life. Doing so made him feel bad, so he turned to her once more. "I know you care for me and I care for you, even if I never look like I feel something. But what happened to me in the past and this strange remembering ability that I gained from it is something that affected me and left me how I am, but it means absolutely nothing."

"Just…take care. Alright?"

"Yeah," he slightly smiled. "I'll take care. And I'll go for a walk."

Using the same clothes, Tristam headed to the cobblestone streets of Lumiose City, with his Pokemon, Lairon. The sky was getting cloudy but the boy didn't feel like stopping anytime soon, he didn't care about the time or what he was planning to do when he arrived. All he cared about in that moment was to walk aimlessly with his Lairon, the same Lairon who went through the same problems that day.

"It isn't healthy to think about stuff like that," he thought.

He passed by the Lysandre Café and gazed at it for a few seconds. He checked his pockets to see if he had any money. "Enough for a coffee, I guess," he told himself. Tristam entered the place and took one of the outside seats. With his drink already ordered, the boy heard some drops of water falling on the tarp roof. That moment, he was reminded of something.

The rain was just starting to fall as a lonely Aron walked in the cobblestone streets of Lumiose City, recently abandoned by his trainer. He ranted about not being a good enough member for his team of soon to be Hall of Fame members. The poor, clueless Pokemon was left on his own, scouting every trash can he saw to see if luck was finally on his side and he could grab some food for his growling stomach.

"Help me!"

His look for food was interrupted by the scream of a girl being cornered by two men, both with disturbing smirks on their faces. "Come here, darling, it's just a little action. We promise not to finish inside you," one of them told her, in an effort to make the girl feel more desperate.

The girl had an orange hair colour, with her hair just shyly reaching her shoulders. She looked no older than ten, with pretty big eyes for her head size indicating that. Her eyes were of an aqua blue tone and an innocent vibe emanated from them. Her face was the standard one, not pointy or round, a mix of the two. She was wearing a blue tank top, black shorts and some pink trainers.

The Aron decided to run towards the girl and help her out, maybe she could be her new trainer, he had in his mind. He jumped and used his metal claws to hurt the two rapists. Both of them turned around and began kicking the Pokemon. The girl, filled with impotency inside of her, tried pulling both guys away, but all it did was getting her to the floor and a big cut on her face and her stomach. As the blood fell from her wound, the steel-type used its head to smash against the attackers, taking turns between both of them. Leaving both of their noses crushed and impeding them from breathing, the two fell to the floor, unconscious, getting closer to death. The Iron Armor Pokemon stepped closer to the redheaded girl, now getting paler and paler as time passes.

"Thanks, friend," she said weakly, doing her best to pet her saver. "For being so small, you pack quite a punch," she chuckled.

Aron looked at her with tears gathering up in his big, electric blue eyes. The girl, once more, smiled. "Don't cry now, I'm not worth crying for. G-go now, OK? I'm not giving you an option here; I'm forcing you to go."

Hesitantly, the homeless creature walked away, lifting his feet a very slow distance, taking him forever to walk away from the dying corpse. But no matter what, he made the best effort he could in order to not cry.

The memory faded out as Tristam's mind was back again in the 'real world'. He looked at his Lairon, which was simply staring at the drops, now falling with more strength. The boy petted his friend, receiving a slight push with his head. Realizing he was not up for that, he crossed his arms on the table and leaned against them, closing his eyes in stress as he waited for the coffee he ordered. Suddenly, his Lairon began walking away from the restaurant.

"Are you leaving?"

The Pokemon nodded, not looking at him.

"Remember to go back home before nighttime," Tristam told him.

Ignoring his trainer, the Pokemon continued walking his path, turning to the opposite way his home was. Tristam knew where he was heading; he was heading to that alley where that girl died. Why would he fill himself in with such depressing vibes was beyond him, but it wasn't of his business.

The rather small teenager closed his eyes once more, up to when he heard a cup of coffee being placed on his table. He looked at the waiter. She had an orange hair colour, with her hair just shyly reaching her shoulders. She looked no older than twenty, with normal sized eyes for her head size indicating that. Her eyes were of an aqua blue tone and an innocent vibe emanated from them. Her face was the standard one, not pointy or round, a mix of the two. A big, a bit disturbing scar ran across her left cheek. "Here you go!" She announced, excitedly.

Tristam couldn't help but smile, even if it was something he didn't do every day now. "Thank you, Miss," he thanked as he sipped his hot coffee.

Author Notes: And that was the introduction to my OC for this story Tristam Wright.

As for the Prologue's name: it references the fact that Tristam is distanced from everyone except Lairon (and his other pokemon), that he is not a white canvas who can go from happy to angry pretty quickly, he is grey and devoid of most emotions.

So as you probably have read, I will be accepting OCs for this story, so here's the form you have to follow:

(age will always be 13)

Name:

Gender:

Likes:

Dislikes:

Personality (very important, be as detailed as you can. Make sure to check that it matches with the events that happened to the character before. He/She can be a happy person, but it wouldn't make sense if your OC already got completely over the psychological problem. Remember, it's a school for people with special abilities but primarily broken minds. Also, try to include how they were before the incident and how open they are to revealing what happened to them):

What do they look for in romance (your OC may not end paired up with someone, but include it anyway):

Region of Origin:

Physical Appearance:

Background (this is probably the most important thing next to the personality. It's the core of the story, after all. Be extremely detailed. Not necessarily has to be an orphan, let's not be cliché here):

Ability (this is the ability that your OC gained after the incident that well, got them that ability. Can be anything, I'll tell you if it's too overpowered, in any case. Also, it has to affect the OC's Pokemon in some way):

Pokemon (up to two, do not need to have backstories and I don't promise I'll cover them if you include it. Lairon's backstory is mentioned for a special reason):

Clothes (include casual clothing and clothing for when it's cold):

How do they act towards their ability:

Future plans (if they have):

REMEMBER TO SEND BY PM! I won't accept your character if you send it in a review.

Please leave constructive criticism. This is a prologue chapter; it's short and won't cover much because I need the OCs. I'll be accepting 12 OCs, six males and six females, so check my profile to see which spots are open.

See ya!