Full description: Bearing the power of Xerneas in your veins is no easy task, especially if your part-time job is leading a pack of teenagers around the vast region of Kalos! Enter Serena: a timid young girl with a big secret and aspirations that reach the sky. Shauna, a hyperactive beauty who is more than meets the eye. Calem, a power-hungry prodigy that just can't seem to keep his trap shut. Join Serena on her destiny to save the world, fight off an evil Fletchling, and possibly even battle affection from boys... I present you my absurd twist on Pokemon X and Pokemon Y! AU
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon, which is obviously the reason I'm writing a Fanfiction story.
AN: I don't... I originally intended for this to be a lighthearted read. Somewhere along the way I just started typing, and typing, and typing... Anyways, yeah, woo, I wrote a longer chapter. This is certainly a first for me. Perhaps I'll also continue this story and not be lazy. Whatever. Does anyone actually read these things? Just read the story already!
In which Serena gains power from Xerneas, meets new friends, and is possibly destined to save Kalos...
"Xerneas, you are quite aware of the consequences of meddling with humans!" Yvetal roared. His anger shook the valley; Fletchlings fled from their vibrating branches, Zigzagoons scurried into the towering grass.
A breathtaking deer Pokemon lifted its chin, proudly shoving it into the air. The antlers glittered a gorgeous rainbow color, emitting the darkness below. Hordes of Flebébé's circled the elegant Pokemon, as if it was the radiating sun of the flowers they dwelled upon.
The creature named Xerneas could only puff out a snort of laughter. Meddling with humans? How could you possibly not?
"I don't see how this dire situation is humorous, Xerneas. You and I both know what happens when one messes with the humans. Reshiram… Zekrom, those fools. How could such noble beasts be conquered by the likes of greedy humanity?
"Yveltal, Reshiram and Zekrom were fully aware of what they were doing. Perhaps you could acknowledge humans have power that even Pokemon as ourselves do not?"
Yveltal's eyes exploded in a misty blue color. A gust of black aura flowed throughout the area, stinging Xerneas at the touch.
"I guess I should mention that humans are the very same reason you've nearly taken the form of a tree! Desperately clinging to life, you are. Even those weaklings are attempting to restore your power!"
The noble bird stretched a flaming-red wing in the direction of numerous amounts of Fairy Pokemon.
Shhwsh!
A pink beam grazed the tips of Yveltal's left wing. He jerked sideways in a fit of rage and countered with a fully-packed Dark Pulse. Horrible waves of dark matter zapped towards Xerneas in a moment faster than the human eye.
"I warn you, Yveltal. You do not dare steal the life force of these Pokemon." Xerneas hacked bitterly. Although the Dark Pulse was weak to a Fairy type such as Xerneas, he couldn't help but acknowledge why Yveltal had the title he did; the sleek dark coat of fur on his front legs were scorched like burnt charcoal.
"I don't believe a naive weakling like you, Xerneas, has the authority to claim what I can and cannot do. I warn you as well: meddling with the humans will be your downfall, and unfortunately, I won't be there to pick up the pieces."
Yvetal flapped up into the air, molding into a Y shape. Xerneas could only watch and gulp for what was to come.
"Ew, Serena has a Caterpie living in her hair!" One snotty-nosed boy giggled whilst pointing. He jabbed a small finger towards Serena as the crowd howled like a pack of wild hyenas. Serena's dull eyes threatened tears, but, tragically, this only encouraged the herd of bullies even more.
"Her hair is probably a Pidgey's nest in disguise!" Amber— a once close friend of Serena's— pitched in.
"Children! You behave! How would your parent's act if they saw you behave like this?" Mrs. Elma barked suddenly. Throwing up a clenched fist, she chased after kids like an angry Beedrill. The group of kids previously surrounding Serena scattered, but not before wheezing out a handful of snide remarks under their breath. Serena felt her body sink into the curve of the swing set even lower as Mrs. Elma's bony body faded off into the distance.
Sure, her hair was fluffy, really fluffy, but what could she do about it? It wasn't fair. Joey always had boogers dripping from his nose, yet clearly the whole topic of it was hush-hush. Not to mention his terribly cocky attitude to match! As for Amber—!
Her heart sank of speaking bad about Amber. How times could change in such brief moments; Amber had been sharing laughter with Serena at this very same park, months ago.
A bitter breeze of wind crept over Serena's bare arms. The sun was starting to tire down, cold darkness fading over. She didn't want to move. She would stay here in this park along with her ugly, bushy, Caterpie infested hair.
Light.
Serena's 10-year-old round eyes went dead to the sudden bright appearance of a pure pink beam, as if she was a runway model being followed by a spotlight. The light was persistent; it would not go away no matter how much she tried to block it. It danced along her pale skin like glitter, and, for a brief moment, that was exactly what Serena assumed it to be.
"W-What is this stuff?" Serena croaked out sorely. The entire park succumed to the aura and disappeared. She could only wonder if her sanity had finally cracked.
He thinks his power can control me.
Serena squeaked at the velvety voice sneaking into her mind. It was a quiet one; the vocals of the speaker similar to the quiet humming of a Butterfree. A dream? Could that possibly be what this all was? Her fingers gripped what she figured was the rusty chain of her swing.
He thinks my power will aid him in his plan. I do not wish to follow his orders to destroy humanity, or possibly my own kind as well. You will help me, yes?
"Y-Yes, I will help you! Please, make it stop!" Serena cried out, warm tears tracing down her cheekbones. She wanted her dad! Even booger Joey would be fine!
Do not be afraid. I don't attend to harm you. I only pray you're the chosen one. For centuries I have been looking… no, I do not even wish to remember that. Listen here human, I have one request and one request only.
The mysterious voice stopped to exhale breath. It sang out words so quietly Serena almost mistook it for a tickle of the ear, and possibly, maybe it was only just that.
Please, help me.
Slowly, the field of blinding light faded. Serena could no longer feel the chipped metal of the swing's chain. Or anything at all. In fact, Serena could only see the blackness of nothing. Only her hearing senses seemed to be acute at the moment.
"Serena, honey! Wake up, please, wake up! You have to wake up!" A voice called out to her. This one seemed more familiar and human, but despite her best efforts, she could not reply back.
"Grace, calm down! I'm sure Mr. Elma could take a look at her."
"Well…"
"I don't think it's anything too serious, ma'am. Just take her home for some rest. She'll be up in no time."
Lightness. Eventually, Serena felt nothing but the comfort of her warm blankets pressed against her body. A deep need for slumber snuck over her consciousness, but not before a prickly feeling tickled her skin.
Serena fell asleep, unbeknownst a rainbow X crept on the palm of her hand before disappearing just as quick.
"Serena, what have I told you about leaving all these boxes around your room?" Grace, Serena's one and only mother, nagged. Serena, currently nestled in her warm pale pink blankets, turned on her side in response, praying that she would leave her to slumber.
Peck!
Her mother's evil excuse of a Fletchling jabbed Serena straight in the forehead, and unfortunately, knocked her onto the cold wooden floor along with a bundle of sheets.
Almost smugly, her mother hovered above her in an old Rhyhorn racing jumpsuit that clashed cringe worthy with the other remainder of the outfit. Even more smug, Fletchling sat perched on her shoulder with a look towards Serena she could tell was mutual.
"Mom, we moved in yesterday," Serena mustered out.
Sleepiness threatened to consume her, however, Fletchling moved in for yet another hard drill in the face. Her mother gave a small smile to the bird Pokemon, in which the Fletchling grinned back mischievously. Two peas in a pod, those two were.
"I know," her mother started, "we only moved in yesterday. Don't you think you should at least embrace the new life we have started here? Both of us know you preferred Kanto over Kalos, Serena."
Her mother's blue eyes inspected Serena knowingly. Serena didn't find pleasure of being examined from under a microscope. In fact, it irked her dearly. How would she know whether or not she liked Kalos? All she did was forget to unpack! These were the words she wished to speak, but Serena knew she would never dare say them aloud.
"Okay."
Serena flung herself from the sanctuary of warm sheets to strut past her mother in an unnoticeable fit of rage. Her hands swam through collections of boxes in hopes of finding a suitable outfit. First impressions were quite important!
Somewhere along the way of outfit digging, her mother and evil Fletchling disappeared down the stairwell. Serena didn't even bother to notice; did green go better with her eyes or did blue? Kalos was a very beautiful region, as were the residents themselves. It would be best not to stand out too much.
"Hmm… would I look strange in something like this?" Serena wondered aloud to nobody in particular. She held out a high-waisted cherry red ruffled skirt that overlayed a dark sleeveless collared shirt. A certain risk in Kanto for sure… but perhaps Kalos would appreciate it more? Her father had bought it for her from a different region during a business trip. Unfortunately, she could never get it to look fitting in Kanto. Maybe this was her chance?
Despite her inner argument, Serena threw on the outfit anyway. If Kalos was only about what was on the outside, Serena didn't want to be apart of this region at all. She snuck a glance at the mirror to only gag back in disgust. Serena's strikingly pale legs blinded those that made eye contact with them. She definitely needed to throw on some socks!
After continuous additions to her now fully-completed outfit, Serena pranced in front of the mirror with slight confidence. Now to her cherry skirt, Serena had knee-high charcoal socks, a peachy felt hat with glamorous white sunglasses (mainly for decoration), a pink shoulder bag, and finally black high tops with a cleverly matching Pokeball logo. Oh if only her classmates could see her now!
Even with her brilliant style choice, Serena could only stare at the mop of honey-colored hair that drooped down the crook of her back. It had not gotten the least bit tamer over the years.
Frustrated, Serena marched downstairs with the previous confidence now missing. Her mother was fiddling with the stove while Fletchling chirped around annoyingly. Second thought, perhaps upstairs with the mirror was a better choice after all…
"Ah! Serena, you look beautiful! Worthy of your mother. While you were upstairs throwing yourself a pity party, some neighborhood kids came knocking on the door. Apparently they wanted to meet you, so I told them you were still applying your face," her mother chatted on, "I wonder if they appreciated my humor… Anyways, they said to meet next door at the um, the Prevot's residence."
Serena stared back at her mother uncomprehendingly.
"The neighbors right next door," she explained.
"Oh… Why would they come looking for me?" Serena questioned. How could word of her arrival spread so fast? Sure, it was a small town, Vaniville…
"Well, your father is a bigwig in Lumiose City, not to mention your incredibly beautiful and youthful mother is a famous Rhyhorn racer!"
Serena's face could only juggle a couple of emotions at once: disgust, and a mixture of pity for her mom.
"Well, alrighty, I'll go meet them. Please don't burn down the house while I'm gone," Serena commented snarkily while slipping through the front door. A snide reply was shot back as she sealed the door, but Serena chose to ignore it.
The warm breeze of clean air rubbed against her naked arms. It smelt of Autumn; fallen leaves and other vast wonders of nature circled the area. It certainly was a different vibe from the cluttered space of Viridian City. The town itself was like a part of nature. Serena couldn't help but feel a teensy bit of pride for her new home. Although, only a teensy bit.
Marcus lay sleeping in his newly made playpen. He had gotten older over the years of Rhyhorn racing, now tending to sleep quite a lot. She could hear him exhale and inhale, nostrils flaring every time he did so.
Serena trudged past him to glance next door. The house was almost identical to the one she currently had, as they were both connected. Her stomach produced little Beautiflys. Serena could never quite fit in with the crowd… What if these people were exactly the same?
Her silver eyes burned holes into the dark blue paint of the door. Should she knock, ring the bell, or simply just strut inside? Did inviting herself inside differ from the way people in Kanto did it?
Much to her displeasure, the door creaked open anyway, revealing a middle-aged woman with a younger face. She towered above Serena with her bold height.
"Ah, hello! You must be that young girl Shauna was chatting up about. If you're looking for them, they're up in Calem's room."
Serena entered uncertainly. The structure of the interior was similar to her house as well, but she could hardly care about that. The dreaded stairs were before her, and Mrs. Prevot's gaze was sending beams into her back. She simply had no choice!
Her high tops clambered to the Earth awfully, almost as if she was strolling through tar. Upstairs, a door sat entitled Calem's Room. Even the shiny brass doorknob reflected the face of Serena's frightened appearance.
She twisted it.
Inside, her eyes were immediately greeted with a rather short girl with chocolate hair in long pigtails. Apparently she also fancied the color pink.
"Hello! Welcome to Vaniville Town," she chirped, "I'm Shauna!"
The newly dubbed Shauna jabbed a delicate thumb in the direction of a bed. Upon it lay a tall boy casually reading what appeared to be a sports magazine.
"That's Calem," Shauna commented. Calem didn't even move a muscle under the curtain of ashy hair.
"Um…" Serena uncomfortably snuck a glance towards Calem, "Nice to meet you. My name is Serena."
Shauna's expression brightened.
"What a beautiful name! It fits you perfectly! I wish I had a better name than Shauna…" Shauna peered back at Calem, as if expecting some form of interjection. None followed.
Serena's stomach lurched nervously again; she couldn't help but feel a wave of awkwardness.
Shauna must of detected the sudden think tension, since she immediately sought out to change the subject.
"Ahaha… anyways, Calem and I were desperately waiting to meet you!" Shauna grinned out. Serena gazed back at her. Perhaps her neighbor(s?) wasn't as bad as Serena made her out to be…
"I don't remember saying anything of that sort," a voice deadpanned. Both Serena and Shauna pounced up in surprise; Calem had finally looked up from his magazine.
Shauna's smile faded and Serena growled. This is war, Calem Prevot!
Calem, (apparently now a mind reader) smugly looked back at Serena with a face that knew everything. His misty eyes, however, quickly darted towards her right palm, something Serena missed as she was currently cursing at him mentally. Dark arches of eyebrows scrunched together like two Caterpies.
Oh, how I loathe him already, Serena continued inside her brain, completely oblivious.
Another useless AN: Admit it, you thought Calem was secretly a dirtbag as well. Something about his personality in the game irked me! Maybe I'm just reading into it too much...
Until next time my lovely blossoms!
Hahaha...
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