PokeSoul Unite

Act One: Kanto

Prologue

Before the time of pokeballs, farther back than one might think… an ancient battle technique called PokeSoul, where a human and a Pokemon would become one, existed. A PokeSoul user had at least ten times more than a Pokemon alone.

People and Pokemon used this power to coexist together, and peace lasted for a long time, and then, people clothed in black, calling them selves the Black Cross, abused the beautiful gift from Arceus. Terror befell the innocent, and lives were claimed in large numbers.

But, as always, in times of fear, there are people who strive to protect, and nineteen chosen children stood up and defended the innocent.

In teams of three, they protected the many different lands spread out over the seas; they bore no names, just like the Pokemon they battled with as one. One by one, each of the villainous leaders that had headed the attacks on the lands fell. Only one remained, the leader of the massacre.

The nineteen heroes entered the Hidden Land, the dark one sitting in his throne awaiting. They waged a gruesome battle, and it was said it lasted for a month before he feel to his knees, defeated. Together, a decision was made, that there was one thing left to do. Seal the PokeSoul ability within a tablet. In a flash of white, the whole world was engulfed, and no one could use the ability anymore.

The nineteen returned to their proper region, Pokemon aids at their side. Little by little, peace returned, and the children introduced the 'Pokeball' by using different colored apricots. The nineteen pokemon aids disappeared, creating homes for them selves… The nineteen children were finally named; they had the same name their pokemon received.

It was dark and abandoned, untouched by time's crumbling affects. The castle held no occupants, except one figure. The dead grass crunched under their feet, as they walked to the black marble steps. Boots clicked against the marble tiles with each step to the throne.

The figure grinned a bright, Cheshire cat smile through the shadows. They had found what should have been lost by time. It was supposed to never be found again. The figure's young hands grasp a small tablet.

The figures raises the tablet high above their head, bringing it down, the tablet shatters like glass. A bright red light illuminates the area, the figure is revealed to be a woman, a defiant smirk on her face, as her crimson hair flies wildly around her.

"Heyyyy," a boy with brass brown hair, along with matching eyes called. Pidgeys took flight at his loud voice. "Steel! Wake up!"

No response.

"Brass, shut up before you wake up the whole town," the boy next to the yelling one sighed. He appeared to be the oldest, with his wise and sharp green eyes. He sighed, and rubbed his sandy brown spikes. Brass wrinkled his nose in annoyance.

"Shut up, Galvin," the elder glared. and Brass looked back up at the window on the second floor of the small house. "C'MON STEEL! WAKE UP! THE PROFESSA IS GONNA GIVE US OUR POKEMON TODAY!"

Inside that very same house, was a young girl of eleven years. Tiredly, she clutched the pillow, as she gazed through her light, golden brown bangs at her Jigglypuff shaped clock. Her brown eyes blinked sleepily.

"…Eight o'clock…"

She yawned, and rolled onto her side, ignoring the cries coming from her friends outside. She, soon enough, winced as the stomping of feet came, and the door to her room was opened, her mother figure coming in. The woman sighed, and shook her head as she approached the bed.

"Steel, it's time to get up! Your friends are here, and I already let them in! Today is the day you three will go on your adventure," the woman stripped the sheets from the bed, and the girl huffed, and rolled away from her mother, which caused her to fall and hit the floor.

Steel let out a loud whine "Owww! Moooom, I felllll!"

"Yes, yes, I can see that," the woman chuckled, placing a set of folded clothes on the bed. Steel pouted at the laugher, and lack of aid. Not that she really needed it… she removed her night gown, and examined the shirt. She gasped, as this was a black and gray version of the girls' 'Hero' fashion line. A gray t-shirt, black trimmed sleeves and collar, along with a black pokeball symbol located on the lower left side of the shirt, a black skirt trimmed in gray, and black wrist bands.

Getting these clothes was practically impossible, especially while living in Pallet Town!

"Y-you went to Saffron City for this thing?" Steel sputtered in shock.

"Well of course! You've been talking about how much you wanted this outfit, and today is your adventure… not to mention your birthday too," the woman smiled, watching Steel excitedly pull on her clothes, and in the scramble to dress, something fell on the carpet. Brown eyes blinked as she lifted it up. It was a ring, and she recognized it… it was her mother's…

"It's… " a wave of sadness swarmed the girl, and the woman approached her and hugged her tightly.

"They recently salvaged the Rune base once more, and they found your parent's bodies this time…" Steel stared at the blue, diamond shaped sapphire on the silver band.

"That's… nice…" Steel's adoptive mother gave a soft smile, and kissed the forehead of the child.

"Have fun, take care, and call home often. I want to hear all kinds of stories from you…" Steel slid the ring onto her left ring finger, and hugged her mother.

"Bye Mom," Steel skipped out the door, but seconds later ran back in to grab a framed picture from the night stand, next to the pokemon shaped clock. Steel stared at the picture frame with a gentle smile. It was her, at age six, with a little timid looking five year old boy with black hair and hazel eyes. Her hand slid down the rail of the stair case to keep her from tripping down the stairs with her lack of attention.

"Hey… I hope your safe… maybe we can see each other soon, you're almost eleven, and you can travel…"

The girl sighed, as she reached the base of the stairs. Steel found her bag waiting for her. She unbuckled it, and slid the frame into the bag. She easily threw it over her shoulder, and pulled her head through the single strap.

Steel entered the living room, to find Brass glaring intently at the tv screen and smashing buttons on the SNES controller, trying to get a high score, which well beat his previous high score. As for Galvin, he casually sat on the couch, dressed up in a black shirt, purple jeans and black sneakers, newspaper in hand and a glass full of orange juice. She idly stood for a minute, mindlessly winging her leg around. She started to whistle, what which captured the attention of Galvin.

"Oh, you're up," he folded his newspaper, and tucked it under his arm. He quickly finished off the rest of his orange juice, and placed the cup in the kitchen's dishwasher. Steel watched him approach Brass, and tap him on the head with the paper.

"Time to go."

"Ten minutes." Brass muttered, in a daze.

"Now."

"Ten."

"Don't fight with me! Steel is done, and we need to make our goodbyes."

"But my high score….!" Brass let out a shrill whine.

"Do not make me have to drag you by your foot," the game suddenly emitted a loud YOU WIN, causing Brass to throw his arms in to the air, and jump up to his feet. His arms fell back to his side, and he turned around to face his friends.

Steel silently observed he was wearing a brown version of the male 'Hero' outfit. The boy adjusted his hat and approached her.

"Where are your shoes?" Brass asked, pointing to her feet. Galvin blinked, the newspaper must have obscured that for him, but Steel was indeed missing shoes.

"Oh, I left my boots by the door!" She grinned, and the boys watched her skip over to the door, and pull on the gray knee length boots. Galvin and Brass joined her by the door, and together the trio exited the house. With a grin, she closed the door behind her. She looked to her window and her mother waved. Steel waved back.

"Alright, lets meet at the lab in an hour, that way we will have plenty of time to say goodbye to our loved ones." Brass and Steel nodded, and the girl watched her two friends depart. She took a seat in the grass in town center. She sat crisscross with her face in her hands bored. Her eyes skimmed over the many flowers before her. She picked one little daisy. Nimble fingers plucked the little daisy's petals away, sending them flying by the passing breeze.

Brass unlocked the door to his home, and he carefully pushed the door open, hoping his father wasn't at the door and he just hit him with the door. But, thankfully he wasn't. Brass stepped in. It wasn't much of a surprise to find his father sitting in his wheel chair gazing out the window.

For the last four or so years of his life, his father has been confined to that wheelchair, ever since that incident, and without argument he was there to help him. Brass would cook, clean, do anything to help around the house. He never wanted his father to over work himself.

The man didn't have to look up, he knew already who it was.

"Your back, Brass," the adult frowned. "I thought you'd be off getting that Charmander you wanted so much by now…" the boy approached his father, joining him in the activity of looking out the window.

"Well," he shrugged. "Steel took forever to wake up, and I still didn't say goodbye yet…" the boy glanced to the wheelchair.

"Are you sure you'll be okay? I mean, you'll be on your own now…." The adult chuckled.

"Yes, yes, I'll be fine, don't sacrifice your dream for me! I want you to be happy, so get out there and have fun." The adult smiled, and Brass sighed.

"Okay dad…"

"Oh, by the way," the boy watched his father wheel away, and return within minutes, with a golden pocket watch on a chain. "Take this with you, a little piece of home…" Brass took the watch from his father, and smiled. He attached the chain to his pants, and slid the watch into his pocket.

"Thanks dad…" Brass smiled, and hugged his dad. The adult returned the hug, and gave his son a pat on the back. The boy sighed once more, and pulled away from his dad. The man waved goodbye, as Brass walked to the door. He opened the door and glanced over his shoulder.

He couldn't help but smile at his support.

Daisy sighed, embracing her younger brother. She sighed with imaginary tears crawling down her face. "Oh, today is the day little Galvin leaves on his widdle adventure."

"Dashy," he grumbled in her deathly grasp. "Thash shat shad all shut shugging meh." She giggled.

"My hugs too much for you?"

"Yesh." She huffed, and let go of her brother, letting him fall to the floor. Galvin grunted on impact. Daisy paused. Her hands reached for the back of her neck, and unclipped her necklace. Galvin stared blankly at the tear shaped diamond on the silver chain, as it dangled in front of his face.

"This is my favorite necklace! Take care of it!" Galvin took it with a brow raised, and pocketed it. He stood up, and gave her a quick hug before walking to the front door. She returned to her paperwork on the living room table.

"I'll call, Daisy." Galvin muttered. She smiled softly.