Author's notes: I'm not going to be doing this much, so it's going to be a disclaimer. This is set solely in the point of view of Bianca during the B&W events as well as B2W2 ones and everything in between, focusing on the White Universe unlike many who stick to Black. This is for a reason. Part 1 is mostly canonical while parts 2 and especially 3 experience a divergence (but mostly sticks with the big picture). I'm inspired by fics like Olivine Romance which shine a light on characters which you wouldn't necessarily expect to be focused upon gives life to these characters while keeping their general aesthetic and personality as their in-game counterparts. I wrote this out about a year ago and edited it to oblivion. Hopefully, you'll like it.
Part 1: The Things That Are In Black and White
Chapter 1:
"How am I gonna be an optimist about this?"-Pompeii by Bastille
"I can do this. This will turn out fine. This will all be okay." I find myself pacing throughout my bedroom like a maniac. Everything is a disorganized mess as I tried (and somewhat managed) to pack my belongings earlier. I didn't make a list of the things I needed so I just took what I thought would be essential and if I needed it, I'd just win a battle or two and pay, right? "I am eighteen years old. I am a grown woman who can do whatever she wants...on a legal basis. Dad has no reason to hold me back. I can do this."
My nerves get the best of me and I flop down in my green beanbag chair. However, I don't take gravity all too well and my left hip takes the fall a little bit too brutally. "Owww!" Both my outburst and the pound are loud enough for my parents to hear. I perk my ears up, ready to give a response, but nothing. I dread hearing his voice. His is the last one I need to hear.
"I don't think I can do this." Again, my room is a disorganized mess. See, my general cleaning policy is that if I don't make a mess, then I don't have to clean, but ever since my life changed for the worse...well, not worse, exactly. More like uncertain, to be more precise. Anyway, ever since my life changed for the more uncertain, I quit caring about the state of my bedroom.
I should have known from the vantage point of my beanbag chair that I'd see what I refer to as The Pile. The Pile is the collection of the papers that changed the course of my life. To put it short, they're college rejection letters. When I got the first one from Nacrene College, I was okay with it. It wasn't my first choice and none of the programs really interested me. Then I got the rejection letter from Castelia University, which was my top choice. Castelia University basically toyed with me for a few months, deferring my admission, saying they needed a few months more to look into my application instead of straight up accepting me like they did with Cheren. It wasn't until late March in which they gave me a cold rejection letter stating that I wasn't "what they were looking for". My last hope was with Striaton University, one of Castelia's satellite campuses as a last ditch effort and when they rebuffed me, I lost all hope. Worse yet, they recommended I try Accumula Community College, which was a big no considering how close it was to home.
This was totally humiliating in school as everyone talked about their future plans while I just stood there, wordless. Everyone found out about Castelia University's deferment and when I was silent about the ever-persistent acceptance, everyone automatically took it for the worse. I didn't care about everyone else's opinion, not really, even though I never spoke out on it. What I cared about was escaping Nuvema and seeing the world and most importantly, finding a purpose in my life and what I want to do with it.
I know why I got rejected. I wasn't as good of a student as Cheren was or as unique as White. There's nothing about me that really stands out and I can fully acknowledge that this is probably the reason why all of these schools didn't see me as worthy. It's okay, though. I think once a person accepts their flaws and sees the truth about themselves, they're then able to move on and fix them.
Everyone in school was surprised to see that Cheren rejected all of his college acceptances because he wanted to become Unova's Champion. And that's when it hit me. I could stall a little bit for time and do something instead of waste away here in Nuvema Town for the rest of my life with nothing to do. I didn't have to become a champ or even a Gym Leader. I just wanted to see what was out there.
That's what I truly want at this point in my life, and of that I'm certain.
I get up from my beanbag chair and adjust my long, white skirt and green hat, which is a little lopsided. "You know what? I can and I will do this!" Wait a second. I'm missing something. Oh right, the Xtransceiver. Silly me. I giggle, putting the white device on my left hand. I set the device's default app to the local time and..."It's ten o' clock? Oh no! Oh no! Oh dear! I'm totally late!" Like an hour late!
And just like that, I whiz out of my room, downstairs, and my parents. I forget that my father even exists for this moment in time. All I care for is that I need to go and get my Pokémon!
I knock on the door to White's house, huffing as I wait for someone to open the door. I'm not surprised to see that it's Mrs. White who opens the door. She gives me a dazzling smile. "Bianca! We were expecting you! Hilda and Cheren are upstairs, waiting for you to get their Pokémon. They're so anxious."
I smile back, though it's a lot more nervous than hers. "Yeah..." I'm anxious, too, all right. She lets me inside and I instantly make my way upstairs. Cheren and White are playing Super Smash Bros Brawl on her Wii. The air is intense and they don't see me walk in.
"Hellooooooo!"
"Bianca, shhhh!" White yells.
"You're gonna make me lose my winning streak!" Cheren says coolly. I watch the screen as White's blue Yoshi eats Cheren's Lucas and turns him into an egg. In this moment of vulnerability, Yoshi prepares for a game-winning strike that hits Lucas the moment he frees himself from the egg. Lucas is sent flying, a simple twinkle in the sky behind Eldin Bridge.
"GAME!"
"I win!" White gets up from the floor and does a victory dance. Cheren glares at her as she pulls him into her dorky dance. "Oh come on! Don't be such a sore loser!" It doesn't stop Cheren's glowering any more. I love Cheren so much (as a friend) but he takes everything so seriously. Like, say I tell him he needs to lighten up or any kind of criticism, he'll just talk you down and say that you're not the one in charge of his life and his wants. While this is true, it could prove disastrous. This is why I don't intervene in his goal-making plans.
"I'm soooo sorry I'm late, you guys. I had some things I had to do. Last minute packing. I lost track of time." It was a bad explanation and I know it.
"Bianca, you know that you can't keep doing these things. You're holding up other peoples' time. It's inconsiderate of you," Cheren says, adjusting his glasses. White doesn't say anything, but I can see it in her eyes that she agrees with him.
"I know. I'm sorry White. I'm sorry Cheren. It's one of the things I promise I'll try and do better on." It really is.
"Well, now that everything's set in order, we should pick our starters!" White says, running across the room to the giant present box. It was her birthday the other day. The plan to start our time as trainers would be during the summer, where the weather would be ideal and everything would be open for business. White picks up a white envelope taped to the blue box.
"'Dear Hilda' ugh," White begins reading out loud. It's a bad idea to call her Hilda. She shudders at the mention of her name, which is something that her mother oftentimes ignores. Once she gets over the mention of her given name, she goes on, "'Happy belated birthday. Today is the scheduled starting day for you, Cheren, and Bianca for your Pokémon journey and in this box are Unova's three regional starting Pokémon. I picked the three of each species best suited to your personalities, but it is up to you to figure that out and create your own bonds with that Pokémon, as well as documenting the' blah blah blah. There's so much rambling here." White gets bored and begins to skim the letter. "Okay so we've got Snivy, Tepig, or Oshawott, basically. Why don't we take them out?"
Neither Cheren nor I object what White says. Besides, this was intended for her to decide.
White opens the box and impulsively takes out all three starters at the same exact time. A bright white light flashes for an instant and out are three extremely tiny (and utterly adorable) Pokémon. It looks extremely easy to tell what their typing is based on their colors. The tallest of the three, Snivy, distances himself from the other two starters and skitters all the way to White's already made bed and begins jumping on it. Oshawott gives a dazed and confused look and makes a run for it towards the door. Tepig begins to run around in a flurry all across the room in total excitement.
"Oh dear!" I say.
"In hindsight, taking all three of these Pokémon out at the same time was not a good idea," Cheren says, adjusting his glasses.
"Get them!" White yells, running towards the door and scooping up the crying Oshawott, who then stops crying in her arms. Cheren orders Snivy to get down from White's bed and he reluctantly listens to his stern commands. That just leaves Tep-
"Oof!" Something collides into my skirt. "There you are, Tepig." He begins to circle around me rather excitedly and lets out a little jump when he tires himself out. I pick him up and he lets out little squeals. He's underweight compared to what I've read on most Tepigs. "Hi there, Tepig. My name's Bianca. Do you want to be my friend?" I get more happy squeals from him. "I'm taking that as a yes. Is that okay?"
As Tepig gives me another squeal, White picks up another page to the letter Professor Juniper gave her. "So it says here that all three of these starters are male and that this will be our final choice. I kind of want to go with Oshawott if that's okay with you guys."
"Not a problem with me. I don't think Snivy would be able to handle either of you, no offense." Snivy climbs onto Cheren's shoulder and gives a proud look. I oddly don't get offended by what Cheren has to say. Snivy looks like he'd be too high maintenance.
"Same here. Tepig and I look made for each other. You know what? I've got the perfect idea. I, Bianca Bel, challenge you, Hil... I mean, White to a trainer battle!" I rush in and battle with Tepig against Oshawott...
...And get my butt curbstomped by White.
Tepig takes the loss by crying. I bend down and pat him. "Hey, it's okay. We'll train and get better. There's always room for improvement."
"Uh...guys?" Cheren says, pointing at our environment. I gasp, noticing how White's room has become completely demolished. Her bed has broken down and is on the floor, her posters taken off, her plushies ripped in half, and-
"Is that tracks on the ceiling?" White asks, completely stupefied.
How is that possible by the laws of physics?
"Hey look! The Wii is unharmed, though," I point out.
"Yayyyy," both White and Cheren cheer at the same time. Bless that Wii.
"Anyway. It's my turn now," Cheren says.
As my two best friends battle and Tepig and I watch, my mind strays away to the matter I've been ignoring for the last few minutes: how I'm going to handle my dad. I don't even notice when White wins the battle despite the type disadvantage.
"I think we're ready to go now," White says.
"Yeah. Hey guys. I need to go and do something important for a quick second, okay?" I fly off, leaving my two friends alone in their room.
Mrs. White is sitting in the kitchen, drinking her morning coffee. "Have fun, Bianca."
"I'm sorry!" She gives a confused look, but it's too late. My nerves have completely taken control over me. "Okay, Tepig. We can do this." Tepig squeals in confusion. "I'll explain later. Now's the moment of truth. We can do this, you and me."
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