A.N. Hey, everyone! So, I'm back with the rewrite of Pokémon DP Alternate Fanfic! The name will be changed soon-but I don't have any ideas for the new name. If anyone does, feel free to drop me a PM.
Also, thanks to all the lovely people who have favorited/followed/reviewed this story. You guys are the best-it makes me happy to know that there are people who read this story and like DP Adventures as well. /group hug.
Anything else? Oh yeah, a few notes before I begin.
Koya's father is no longer abusive. (I have no idea what I was thinking with that).
Phoenix has glasses. Red glasses.
The story isn't told from Koya's perspective anymore.
Koya is now from Hoenn, which would explain the abundance of Hoenn Pokémon in his party. (And by abundance, I mean two out of four).
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon.
Okay, that's it. Let's begin!
The family of two people and one Pokémon looked around at their new home: Twinleaf Town. According to all the Sinnoh guidebooks, it was always beautiful in the summer. The guidebooks were definitely right; Twinleaf Town was absolutely stunning in the month of summer. The trees were full of leaves, the flowers were in full bloom, and it was just the right temperature, not too hot, and not too cold.
"Dad, where's our house?" the youngest member of the family, a six-year-old boy, asked.
The father pulled a picture out of his pocket of their new house. "I think it might be that one over there." He pointed at a small, one-story green house with white window shutters and a white roof.
"Mom would've liked that house," the son said quietly.
"I'm sure that she would've," the father agreed. "Now, come on. All of our stuff should be at the house already."
The son nodded and gestured to his Pokémon-a Growlithe, given to him by his mother. All three of them set off down a dirt road, passing by people on their lawns, and people walking around town. Most townspeople gave the three a judgmental look; after all, people in Twinleaf Town were known to be superstitious. Some even looked away when they saw the party of three coming, and others made a point to try and avoid crossing paths.
"Dad, why are they looking at us like that?"
The father sighed. "They're very superstitious people, Koya. Maybe they just don't trust us."
"Why wouldn't they trust us?" Koya asked. "What's wrong with people from Hoenn?" Growlithe nodded in agreement as he padded along beside his owner.
"There isn't anything wrong with us," his father answered. "Don't worry about it."
"But-"
"Koya," the older man said firmly. "There's nothing wrong with us. I'm sure that the townspeople will warm up to us eventually."
"Or maybe never." Koya muttered as they approached their house. His father took out a key and unlocked the door. When they opened the door, they found all their furniture set up and in place, with numerous boxes around the house, all full of their unpacked possessions.
"Well, are you ready to unpack?" Koya's father asked his less-than-thrilled son. "Or do you want to go explore?"
Koya looked down at Growlithe, who ran around in excited circles. "Can we go look around town?"
His father nodded. "Just come back by lunch."
The blonde and his Pokémon ran out the door and into the welcoming sunshine of the town.
"Growlithe, we should challenge someone!" Koya exclaimed. Growlithe nodded.
"Growli!"
"C'mon, let's see if anyone else has Pokémon here!" With that, the two began scouring the town, searching out potential opponents.
Within a few minutes, the two found a young boy, about Koya's age with a Shuckle. As Koya and Growlithe approached him, the boy turned around and stared at the two with horror written all over his face.
"Do you want to have a battle?" Koya asked.
The boy stood, staring at the Hoenner in complete silence.
"Well, do you?"
The boy still said nothing, and continued staring at the blonde and his Pokémon.
Feeling just a little bit offended, Koya reached out and tapped the frozen boy on the shoulder. "Do you wan to have a battle or not?"
When Koya touched the boy on the shoulder, he seemed to unfreeze.
The first thing to unfreeze was his mouth, unfortunately.
"NOOOO!" the boy screamed, drawing the attention of all the people around them. "GREEN-EYE! GREEN-EYE!" He kept screaming, pointing at the bewildered Koya.
"B-But I didn't do-"
"GREEN-EYE!" The more the boy screamed, the more people gathered around them. "DIRTY GREEN-EYE!"
Whispers and murmurs spread like wildfire across the crowd. It looked almost like the whole town had showed up.
Except, of course, for Koya's father.
"I d-didn't hurt you!" Koya cried, close to tears as he saw the group of people encircle him. "I-I'm sorry!"
More yells began emanating from the crowd, mixing in with the distressed boy's screams.
"Get out, Green-Eye!"
"What a disgrace!"
"You aren't welcome here anymore!"
"Go away!"
Koya sank to his knees, hugging Growlithe tightly. Where was his dad? He was a police officer-surely he could restore order!
"Green-Eye! Green-Eye! Green-Eye!" The whole crowd was jeering at him now, with no sign of letting up. The boy who had started yelling in the first place had been shielded from Koya by some of the adults. Little bits of gravel began raining down on the cowering boy and fire Pokémon.
As the jeers got louder, and the gravel came harder and harder, Koya's survival instincts began to kick in.
They told him one thing.
RUN.
Koya and Growlithe jumped up and began pushing through the crowd of people, trying to escape their terrifying prison. They broke free and ran for their lives, the jeers and taunts still ringing in their ears.
The twosome ran faster and faster, not bothering to watch where they were going. Tears began pouring out of Koya's eyes as he kept replaying incident as he ran alongside his Pokémon.
"OW!"
Koya was unceremoniously knocked to the ground with the impact force of colliding with something. He looked up, shaking his blonde hair out of his eyes.
Half lying, half sitting on the ground was a townsgirl, about his age.
A.N. I don't know about you guys, but I like this version much better already.