Hey, all. Tempestas, here. I'm gonna say this now. I figure I can't write Unova for hell. But, I did dig out this Kalos fFnfic I had! I've set to work on it pretty hard, and it eats up all my free time (I need a job). Hopefully this turns out okay! Let's get on with it!
Pokemon XY
Chapter 1-VS. Serena(Side 1) -Kalos, Lazy Boy, Champion Girl and the Professor.
Nine thirty AM, Wednesday, Vaniville Town, Kalos Reigon, June 4th.
Our story starts in the town of Vaniville, in the south of Kalos, where flowers litter every street, and where the pale mismatched colour paving stones give off the impression of a town bursting with life, friendships, and things yet to begin. Or at least, to most, for one boy of 16, who remains stalwartly embedded in his covers.
This boys name is Calem Etienne Coureur. 5'6", thin framed, pale skinned, with opaque dark eyes, that aren't quiet as dark as the strange dark, blue lined hair that lines his head. *Buzz, buzz*, the alarm clock situated next to his bed vibrates. "Ugh, again? I just set you to sleep a second ago, but, if it'll shut you up..." Calem moans, groggily. Dragging himself up, he heads out of his room, and downstairs.
Meanwhile, a few streets away, the story is very different. A young girl of 16 also, is making the finishes touches on her outfit for an incredibly important day. "Fashion is important, Fletch!" The girl chirps to her family's pet, Fletchling, the Robin Pokemon. This is Serena Victorie Rouge, of 5'4", with lower back length golden fair, a lithe figure, and eyes as bright and blue of the finest sapphires.
You see, dear reader, today is the day for our two heroes, for them to meet up with a highly renowned Pokemon Professor, who is set to issue them with a Pokedex (A high tech device to record details of Pokemon), their very own Pokemon, and a license for them to legally travel, train and battle with those Pokemon.
"Good morning, Calem!," A brown haired woman happily shouts from the kitchen of her home. "I made you your favourite breakfast!" This woman, Grace Coureur,was a Rhyorn racer, who moved to Kalos because of her sons chance to be a trainer, and to pursue new courses. "Ouasis, ouasis... I know." Calem mutters, as he lazily troops through and swipes his breakfast of eggs, French toast and coffee, black, from the kitchen counter. The boy loves bitter things.
"I'd wanting to get a move on, if I were you, kiddo!" Grace shouts, ushering Calem towards the shower, regardless of him just getting breakfast. "Time waits for no man!" If the invitation says 10:15, it means it! So now, sharpish!"
Back a few streets away, Serena waves as she dashes away, out of her front gate. Her "perfect outfit" consists of a black vest, a red pleated skirt, that covers the upper part of her legs, thigh high socks, black and pink Nike sneakers, and a red hat had emblazoned with white ray-ban sunglasses. She completed her look with a hot pink leather handbag. "Gotta move, it's 10 already! Damn it, I shouldn't have spent so much time prettying myself up..." the girl shouts. She is a very brash and adamant girl. "The faster I get my Pokemon, the faster I can head out and become Champion!"
At the same time, Calem has been, begrudgingly, rushed out of his own home, to dash to the town square. Dressed in blue spray on skinny jeans, a black vest with a blue and white jacket covering it, black leather combat boots, and a red cap with black sunglasses. Over his shoulder was a matte black messenger bag "I don't even really have much desire to do this... Damn, what's the fun of an adventure anyway? All that nature crap, I'd prefer hiding away, pretending that nothing else existed other than my game consoles and me."
After ten minutes of solid dashing, the two, in very nearby streets, had the town square in their sights. Both Calem and Serena, exasperated and ecstatic respectively, flew round their last corner. BANG. The pair collided with force. "Hey, watch out, ane! (French for jackass;idiot.)" The girl screams harshly. Calem, raising his head, whilst rubbing it, wearily looks at his assailant, ready to retort, only to see a girl he could only describe as horribly evil at first glance but strangely pretty, from her action, staring him in the face. "Who the HELL do you think you are?!" He retorts, with strange vigour. Our heroes begin instantly throwing wild insults and slurs at each other amidst grabbing each others collars, only to be stopped by a gentle clapping and the musky smell of cigarettes. "Now now, kids, don't fight..." They look up to see a very handsome (In Serena's opinion) man, with dark blue hair, rough stubble, and a very tall but lean build. The man looked like he hadn't slept in days, as well as quite hungover. He dressed in a long lab coat, with brown Adidas Gazelle trainers, dark blue chino trousers with a cream leather belt and a purple dress shirt; sans tie. The individual was fashionable, but appeared very laid back. "It wouldn't do to see have my two new proteges kill each other, now would it?" the stranger continued " I'm Professor Augustine Sycamore; the man you're supposed to meet. Bonjour! It's a pleasure to meet you kids."
Serena, in a horribly flustered panic over meeting the man that was set to help the greatest and strongest Trainer Kalos had ever seen by giving her the starter kit, quickly stood up, burying Calem's face into the ground with her sole and dusting her oufit off, before curtly apologising and introducing herself. It was as if the violent, angry girl that was wrestling and shouting profanities a second ago never existed. "Bonjour, Professor, sir! It's an absolute honour to meet you! I've heard so much about how you were one of the best train... Wait, what? Excuse me sir, but you said 'proteges'. You wouldn't be referring to this perverted scoundrel I have detained on the ground, would you?" Serena said, sweetly. "HEY!" the conversing scientist and almost bipolar young girl looked down to see Calem, now with a bleeding nose and a very irritated expression, forcing his way to his feet. " What's this.. About.. Me?" he wheezed. "He is, in fact, Ms. Rouge. Young Calem here will be your rival, or travelling parter, or whatever you both see fit." Augustine explained.
"Now, you two. About the reasons I invited you here today, as of which I'm sure you're both well aware." the slightly gaunt man reached sat down on a park bench and removed his brown leather satchel from his shoulder, before undoing the clasps and reaching inside, pulling out a blue and gold steel capsule with a glass screen covering one side of the length, and two strange tablet devices, one red, and one pink, each with black decals. "I have here, your future!" Professor Sycamore beamed.
That's chapter 1, I guess. Hopefully you didn't find it too bad. I put in some effort, aha. Read an review please? I promise updates will be regular in the near future. I also swear, that the action and dark themes will come soon. Tempestas, out.