Heart of Gold
Aaaaaand here's another fanfic! ;) I just couldn't wait to post these! I've been planning since last August! XD So Happy Valentine's Day!
Here's the timeline for my fanfics!
Order:
Pokemon: The Story/Soul of Crystal/Rangers: The First Defenders
3 years later
Shadows of Almia: A Dark Present/The Special Adventure of Leaf Green
Half a year later
Black and White/Platinum
2 months later
Guardian Signs: Path of Truth
4 months later
Pokemon Ranger/Emerald, Ruby, Sapphire/Heart of Gold
2 years later
BW2
2 weeks later
XY
Hope that made sense!
Chapter 1: Newbark-ing On A Journey
People say that she doesn't have common sense; she probably doesn't. ...She most definitely doesn't. There's no way she's going to let life pass her by; she is going to grab it, and mess with it instead.
~3~3~3~
THUMP.
"HEY, HEY MOM!"
THUMP.
"GUESS WHAT!"
THUMP.
"Can't you walk one step without falling flat on your face?!" my mom snaps.
Tumbling down the stairs, I faceplant into the wall. "AGH! MY NOSE!" I wail, and stagger backwards.
"Jeez, your father must have dropped you on your head when you were little, GAH!" mom states.
"My dad?" I ask, then smell something. "OMG, OMG, OMG! I love crepes!"
My mother puts a hand to her forehead. "What am I going to do with you?" she mutters.
"Nooooooo mom!" I groan. "I don't want to be shipped to Kalos and become a souffle!"
"Then maybe if you would start NOT falling every five-"
THUMP.
"-seconds...I might not think about it. But from what you're showing me, you might just be a better souffle than a girl!"
"MOM!"
"I'm joking," she says, and drops a crepe onto a plate. I pull myself up into a chair, and stick my face onto the plate before proceeding to munch on the crepe, getting syrup all over my nose.
"STOP EATING LIKE A SLAKOTH!"my mom exclaims, hitting me on the head with a dishcloth.
"Owie..." I whine. "I don't wanna eat properlyyyy."
Mom sighs, and walks over to the counter before picking up a box and opening it. "Your Pokégear came back from the shop," she says. "Why on earth did you feed it to a Totodile?"
"It looked hungry! And I thought it was my left over cheeseburger!"
"HOW THE HELL DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A CHEESEBURGER!?" my mom demands, shaking the device at me.
I tip backwards out of my chair and roll into the couch. "I'M SOWWWYYYY!"
She rubs her forehead. "Well, as I was going to tell you before you made our electricity go out with you hair dryer-"
"And a nice hair dryer at that!"
"-Ethan came by, and told me he wanted to see you. I think he's playing hide and seek with his Marill. I can't believe he's still doing that at his age...he acts like a five year old."
My mom takes my plate as I lick my fingers. "You both would go well together," she says. "You should get together."
"Yeah!" I agree. "I definitely think we'd make a good couple."
She blinks at me. "You really think that? I am very surprised you knew what I meant!"
"Well, if we're going to go on a journey, of course I need a rival!" I chirp.
My mom face palms. "Ah, that's what you thought I meant..."
I stand up.
"Oh! And Professor Elm called today. He said he needed to ask a favor of you...though I can't imagine how you could do something for him. On the other hand, he's such a scatter-brained man, him, you, and Ethan would make a wonderful trio."
I beam at her. "Aww, thanks mom! I love compliments!"
She sweatdrops, but shakes her head with a smile. "Anyway, head outside and grab Ethan before heading over to the lab. Elm-I think-mentioned something about having you and him do something. Then again, he might've called the wrong people!"
I grin, and skip over to the door.
"Oh! And Lyra," my mom calls, pushing her red headband into place. "Don't get those cute new clothes of yours messy on the first day you're wearing them. Besides, I like that new hat and those overalls, so don't ruin them! They look really cute on you!"
I wave back at her. "I wooooon't!" The whirling winds of Newbark town rush in to welcome me outside, and I twirl in a circle. "I looooooove the outdoors!"
Then I slip and hit my head on the ground. "Aw man!"
"Mar riillll!" something says.
"Cutie!" I exclaim happily, and hug the tiny pokemon.
"Cutie! Where are you?" a high voice calls. Ethan runs around the corner and spots me. "LYLY!" he cheers.
"EETHS!" I throw my hands up in the air in excitement, accidentally tossing Cutie.
"Maaaaarill!"
"OH NO!" Ethan and I yelp in unison, completely distracted from out previous 'hellos'.
Luckily, Cutie lands in a flowering bush and appears unscathed.
"Cutie, I thought you were a goner!" Ethan says. "You were falling head first!"
Cutie just sighs, shaking its head as the two of us hug it tightly.
"Wanna play hide and seek with us?" Ethan asks me.
I nod happily. "'Course I do!" Scratching my cheek, I frown at the sky. "I could've sworn I was supposed to tell you something, but whatev! Let's go PLAY!"
~3~3~3~
"Lyly! Where are you?" Ethan calls to me from down below.
The buttons on the front of my overalls are digging into my stomach, but I keep smiling as I look down at my friend from my perch: up on a windmill.
"Mar marill!" Cutie says, and points up at me.
"Hey! That's cheating!" I call, and suddenly lose my grip.
"IIIIIIEEE!" I shriek, and slip. Falling, I land directly on Ethan's back.
"Oof!" we both grunt.
"My baaaaack!" he groans.
"My head!" I add, and fix my large white hat.
"Oh, Lyly?"
"What?"
"You got new clothes." I look down at myself. Black undershirt, white collared maroon shirt, my overalls, white socks with black stripe, pink shoes, and my puffy white hat.
I blink. "I guess, but I got them yesterday, so they're not thaaat new."
Ethan scratches his head. "Oh. OH!"
"OH!" I say too.
"I was supposed to tell you we need to go see Elm!" we say simultaneously.
Then we start laughing. "Yeah, let's go see Elm. I completely forgot and now it's been an hour."
We head towards the lab, but stop. "Oh, I don't think my mom gave me back my Pokégear," I realize.
"Okay, I'll wait right outside the door," Ethan replies. Grinning, I pass through the all between my house and the lab.
That's when I run into someone. "Owie!" I yelp, then look up to see an older teen with striking red hair, and cold, silver eyes.
"What are you looking at?" they ask.
I blink. "You."
The kid squints at me, before leaning down and lifting me to my feet.
They stare at me for a moment, then shove me out of the alley and towards my house. "Get lost!"
I hit the ground, and pout. "That hurt!" I whine, then rub my tailbone before heading over to my house.
"Oh! Hello mooooom!" I cheer, opening my door. "I didn't get my Pokégear!"
She nods. "Ah, okay, here it is," she says, and hands it to me. "Oh, and here is a bag."
Taking the large yellow satchel, I put it over my shoulder. "What is this?" I ask. "It is for helping Professor Elm?"
She nods. "Yes, now hurry up! You still haven't seen him yet, have you?"
I scratch my cheek. "Eh...no I haven't, but Ethan is waiting, byeee~!"
She shakes her head with a smile. "Be careful, dear," she says. "And have fun!"
I wave, and run outside. I head back towards the alley; that kid is still there.
"Helloooo!" I say happily.
The kid gives me a look, before booting me out on the other side of the alley. "Leave me alone."
I frown. "I was tryin' to be friendlyyyy," I sob dramatically, then skip over to Ethan.
"Let's go inside!" I say, as he returns Cutie to its Pokéball.
"Well, ladies first!" Ethan says, holding his hand out.
I frown. "I thought it was gentleman first?" I reply.
We both stare at each other in confusion.
"Erm...I don't know anymore..." Ethan says.
"Why don't we go in at the same time?" I suggest.
"Good idea!" he smiles.
Pushing the door open, Ethan and I walk inside, and head over to a man with a weird haircut that is sticking straight up.
"Hiya!" I say. "We heard you wanted to see us!"
He turns around. "Hi Lyra and Ethan!" Elm says in a nasal voice. "I've been waiting for you! Do you know anything about my research-?"
He suddenly bumps into a large machine, and sends some red and white balls flying. "Oh no!" Two Pokéballs hit the ground and there's a flash.
"Chikaaa!" "Cynda!"
"Awwww so cute!" I exclaim, scooping up both. "Does this mean we can have one?"
Elm gets up and pushes his hairs back to where they had stood vertically before. "Yes, that is why I called you both here," he says. "You're going to help me with my research!"
Ethan frowns. "I don't like doing research," he says. "I like to just take care of my Pokémon, and find new ones!"
Elm nods vigorously. "Yes, yes, yes, that's basically what I want you to do," he says. "Go on a journey, and catch lots of Pokémon."
Ethan's mouth breaks into a smile. "I like how that sounds."
I fist pump the air, then spin in a circle on one foot. "Sounds awesome! Can I choose my Pokémon?"
Elm nods. "Yes, go right ahead, I think you'll-"
BAM!
Pitch black smoke fills the room, and I start coughing.
Wait, I've got no time for Koffing! Opening my eyes, I look through the gloom and see a figure running over to the machine, before scampering out the window.
Grabbing the closest pokemon to me, I follow quickly.
"I dropped Cutie's Pokéball!" I hear Ethan exclaim, and trip over something.
"My hair!" Elm wails.
"Heyyy!" I call after the thief. "Why are you stealing that pokemon!?"
The figure looks back at me, and turns away quickly.
Throwing the random Pokémon I have in my arms, I command it to attack-"Use something!"
"Cyndaaa!" it squeals, and blasts flames out of its mouth. The thief stops, and leaps into the air to dodge the attack. I stare in awe; whoever this person is, they're cool!
"Whoa!" I exclaim. "You can fly!"
The teen lands, and whips out a Pokéball then speaks through their black bandanna-"Totodile, Water Gun!"
"Dodge!" I cheer, jumping up and down. "This is fun! I wanna join in!"
I sprint towards the thief, and attempt to use the Pokémon move Body-Slam, but trip, and the both of us hit the ground—hard.
Suddenly, I'm flipped onto my back, and I grunt at the impact.
Looking up, I see the two steely silver eyes looking at me, and that their bandana has slipped down; our faces are very close to each other, and their hair falls into my eyes.
They hold me pinned until I speak-"Hey! I saw you earlier!" The figure rolls off, and throws the bandanna over my eyes.
Sitting up, I look after them, but they've vanished. Blinking, I glance back and forth; definitely gone. I look down at the cloth in my hand, and turn it over. In sloppy stitching, I see a named scrawled on: Silver.
:) I hope you guys enjoyed. Lyra...is going to be a comidic girl in this fanfic, along with Ethan. Silver...has got a lot in store for him; poor boy. ^^'
Ages: Lyra -14
Ethan - 14
Silver - 16
Tell me what you thought!
~Misty