Chapter 1: Rachel Brooks: Future Investigator

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"Eh hem." I cleared my throat, unable to stop smiling as I lifted the handle of my purple hair brush to my face. Ayako, my Zorua winked at me, watching me from my bed. My eyes brightened. I nodded, forcing my voice to deepen in an attempt to mimic a male voice. "And now we have Investigator Brooks, our first investigator on the Forester case to use not a Growlithe, nor a Herdier. That's right folks, she used her Zorua to uncover this new information! The first investigator not to use a police Pokémon!" I beamed, my male voice sliding a little.

Ayako gave a yap of approval, her ears pricked and her tail wagging.

I giggled a little, brushing some of my long, curly, chocolate brown hair out of my face and adjusting my big purple nerdy glasses before continuing. I cleared my throat again, my usual voice, trying to sound professional.

"Yes, in the rubble of the Plasma castle I have just discovered a trap door that may contain Ms. Forester and her Leafeon. I will be attempting a full search of-" I was cut short when my door opened.

My mother sighed as she saw me talking yet again through my hair brush. "You know, Rachel, most girls your age would be singing into their hair brushes instead of doing a fake news report." She commented dryly, coming closer to me.

I felt the heat of embarrassment rise to my cheeks. "Mom I-" "Rachel first of all, that case is old news, it went cold years ago. No one could've survived an ice type attack from a Pokémon as powerful as Kyurem. Second off, I have some exciting news." She smiled, sitting me down on the bed, causing Ayako to scoot over to allow my mother and I to sit down.

"What is it?" I asked, feeling that I wasn't going to like whatever it was that she'd planned for me. A pit formed in my stomach as her mouth opened to respond. "Rachel I don't think you get out enough, so the other day when I was chatting with Rosa's and Hugh's parents at lunch sometime last month we decided that the three of you get to-" My eyes widened, I quickly cut her off. "No don't say it!" I cried, cringing at her words. I was an unsocial nerd who was always the outcast in school. The last thing I needed was to have to leave home and wander aimlessly around the Unova region. My mother sighed. "Yes, you three are leaving on your Pokémon journey. Tomorrow."

"What? Why'd you wait so long to tell me?" I whined, crossing my arms, my head sulking. "So you wouldn't have enough time to come up with a strong argument like you usually do when I tell you things like this ahead of time. Besides, you want to be an investigator, right? Well investigators can't just wait around for information that could be false to show up on your doorstep. Real investigators have to get out and see the world, go to the place where the event that you're investigating happened." My mother insisted, opening up my curtains. I winced as sunlight burned my pupils.

"But, I have this huge journal that I've been keeping. I know for a fact that Jemma Forester isn't dead! It's impossible! She's way too crafty! She single-handedly destroyed Team Plasma right underneath their noses! Something must've happened," I murmured, quickly getting deep into my thoughts. "Either her plan went horribly wrong, or Ms. Forester and her Pokémon are still alive… just stuck somewhere…" I grumbled, flipping rapidly through my large notebook of evidence.

"Besides, the search ended after only six weeks! They gave up on her too easily." I snapped, my eyes narrowed. "Zor!" Ayako barked, hopping off the bed and sitting in front of me as I paced, watching me intently. I had forgotten my mother's presence, after all, I was used to being alone nearly all day with only Ayako for my company. "That's it! I just have to go into the ruins of the castle… that's where the answers are! Why, I'd bet my life on the fact that she's just trapped somewhere in the rubble!" I beamed, staring out the window, imagining finding the trapped girl along with her Leafeon. I formed a determined fist, turning to Ayako.

"Wahoo! Let's go girl! Time to solve the case of Ms. Forester!" I shouted, waiting for the Zorua to leap onto my shoulder. "Um ok, let's see here… Well we'll need flashlights… lots and lots of batteries, at least three notebooks and a ton of pens to write down newfound evidence… and I'll have to bring my pre-evidence book too, oh, oh and plenty of food and water and a tent!" I squealed, rushing out the door.

My mother gave a sigh. "Oh dear."

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With a really heavy back pack and a tent and Ayako by my side I was ready. Except for the fact that it'd only been an hour since my mother had told me about leaving home. "Rachel, why- you know what I'm not even going to try with you." She sighed. I rolled my eyes. "She's out there, mom. I know it." I insisted. "Black never gave up on her. He's still in the White Forest looking for her, and after another month of searching the forest he's going back to the castle's rubble to look for her, AGAIN. I know that this case was meant for Ayako and I to crack." "Zor!" Ayako yapped in agreement, sitting beside me.

My mother gritted her teeth and gave another sigh. "Alright, just whatever you do with your goal please make it legal." She asked, not waiting for me to respond. "And please do something productive in your traveling time. Like, oh I don't know, collect the eight badges, make some friends and catch some Pokémon. The gyms just were rebuilt and have been reopened. You know, just in case your little 'investigation' doesn't work out." She pleaded, clearly doubting me.

I shot her a glare. "If I could disguise Ayako and pass her off as my mute little sister for what, like three years? Then I think I can solve this case." I glared, remembering the tough times were Pokémon were outlawed. Ayako barked in agreement, as if recalling the long years herself. "Besides, I owe it to her for destroying Team Plasma's liberation laws. Without them, Ayako would still be my 'mute little sister.' She would have to hide herself from the rest of the world forever!" I yelled, anger swelling in my heart. My mother flinched at my comment.

"Yes, without her Ayako would have to hid herself from the world," she admitted. "But it's not your duty to find this girl. Some of the grunts that worked for Team Plasma told the police that they had seen her jump off Kyurem. They said that she started to lose it about a month into her stay at the castle, that girl stopped eating and often went into a depression. It's obvious that she committed suicide. She's dead, Rachel. D. E. A. D. Deceased, gone, pushed up daisies, however you want to say it. I don't want my daughter out by herself looking for a dead girl's body." She snapped, taking my backpack from my shoulders.

"Hey! I need that!" I yelled, reaching for my heavy backpack. My mother shot me a warning glance. "You are NOT taking this huge backpack filled with all these notebooks and your evidence book. Here, I packed you a more reasonably sized one." She glared, handing me a very small backpack. "But-" "No, Rachel! You have a spare change of clothes, a blanket and two packs of ramen. That's all you need." She insisted, setting my huge backpack beside me. "You don't have a car or anything to carry this for you, and it'll just slow you down." I bit my lip and grudgingly slid the backpack over my shoulders. "Can't I at least take ONE notebook? ONE pen?" I asked, my voice desperate.

"No. Be a normal fifteen year old for once, ok? Rosa and Hugh don't do this sort of thing, why do you?" "Because it's my destiny! My calling! I just know it!" I insisted, looking to Ayako for support. Ayako nodded, dragging my one ton backpack across the floor towards me. "Ayako, no." My mother said sternly, pulling the backpack from her grasp. She gave a yap of annoyance, looking back at me for an idea. I gave a shrug that was so slight that only Ayako noticed. The Zorua growled in frustration, glaring at the pack. I gave a false sigh of defeat, but it was believable. She smiled. "I'm glad you see it my way. I'll wake you and Ayako up at six 'O clock tomorrow morning so you can get first pick of the starter Pokémon-" "But I already have Ayako! She's my starter." I argued. Ayako growled in anger, wanting to be thought of as my starter. My mother gave a grunt of impatience. "I know Ayako's your first Pokémon, but wouldn't you want another?" "Mother. You should know by now that I only have eyes for dark types." "But what about that poor last Pokémon who doesn't get to go anywhere?" "Don't care." I finished coldly, walking back into my room. I slammed my door shut with a loud thud.

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