Author Notes: This is my first hardenshipping fanfic. These ideas that I am using for this fanfic, such as in this first chapter, were not thought up by myself. Later on there will be headcanons implemented by myself, but that won't be for a while (if I can make regular updates).

Gem Store AU was thought up by Cherry-Jacks and Juggaloopuff: post/141004380749/so-i-thought-about-team-magma-being-jewelers-and

Archie the Sharpedo Trainer was thought up by Organized-fan: art/Archie-as-a-Sharpedo-trainer-at-a-water-park-559098935

I did borrow a bit from Cherry-Jack on the first chapter when writing this. (If you're reading this sir I hope it was okay. I tried to have an alikeness to it without ripping you off word-for-word. If you have an issue with it I promise I will take this down if you want me to.)

But overall I hope whoever had read this is enjoying thus far. Due to my sporadic way of going from writing to not at all I may have periods where I don't update for a bit. But don't let that detour you fans~! I will do my best to update frequently~!

Also, I apologize for the unoriginal and shitty title. It was the best I could do without leaving this untitled.

Crystallized orbs stare dumbfounded at the broken chain dangling from his slick clothed palm. The man has been floating there in the water for quite some time still trying to register the uncanny way in which his beloved chain had been snapped into pieces. Archie, about a half hour to an hour ago, was doing his usual performance with his Sharpedo when one of them went soaring a little closer than usual above him as the chain bounced off his chest and into the air then SNAP! It caught onto one of the Pokemon's massive teeth and now it rests in his grasp in several large pieces... Luckily the Sharpedo realized what it had done, and was kind enough to retrieve the separated remains back to the man from off the tank floor. Noticing that a crimson gaze was anxiously peering up at him, he lowers his free hand onto its snout to rub it in reassurance. "It's all right I know ya didn't mean ta do it." He did his best to perk up in a grin at his companion despite how bummed out he is. Now he had to figure out where and how he to get his treasured chain fixed. Mentally he winces. It wasn't the tiniest piece of jewelry so it was probably going to cost him a good chunk of cash. But it would be worth it in the end. Archie practically had the item all his life.

What were the odds? The dark-haired-man wonders to himself as he steps out of the boxcar lift. His nose is immediately met with the smell of charcoal, and his body with a bit of warmth. His childhood friend Shelly, who also works at Wail-World as a Milotic trainer, pointed him in the direction of a jewelry store in Lavaridge Town. Apparently her girlfriend works at this... ...he squints as he tries his best to try to recall the store's name. It suddenly hits him when in big blocky letters MAGMA GEMS catches his gaze on a humongous sign sitting at the top of a brightly red building.

A finger lowers to the v-neck collar of his shirt tugging at it as he feels a line of sweat roll down the side of his neck. He hopes he could get in and out. This place was extremely warm! Why would someone run a jewelry store in such a remote place? Wouldn't more of the tourist towns make more sense...? At least it'd be more tolerable there... Swiftly he strides over to the really, really red building in hopes to escape the almost intolerable heat. He finds himself frown in disappointment. Not much luck in here... His aquamarine eyes are met with much more red on inside as on the outside. At least there was some black to sort of counteract the unnecessary amount of the color.

After adjusting to how much the redness of everything searing his eyeballs he finally notices the lavender-haired-woman at the front counter. Irises matching her hair peer up from the graphic novel in her hands only for a few seconds just to acknowledge the man. They retreat back to its pages staring at them in this mono-toned fashion almost as if she didn't enjoy what she was looking at.

Archie stands there for a moment waiting for her to say something, anything. He shuffles awkwardly a bit not enjoying the silence.

As he opens his mouth to say something, he hears her voice which matches her dead panned expression quietly speak above him. "In the back my boss does the repairs."

Was she a mind reader? He wonders internally as he blinks in bewilderment.

Her eyes shift back up to him. "You are here to get your chain repaired, right?"

That causes his body to jolt in surprise, and he can't help but laugh in remembering he had been holding his beloved chain this entire time. "Right yar be lass."

She simply motions her hands towards the back as she says nothing. Her attention back to the manga in her grasp.

He follows her instructions making his way to where the repair... he never got a name or gender... so repair person is at. It takes him a bit to get there as various gems, mostly of blues and other cool shades, catch his attention. The area in the back is a small office-like room, almost like a cubicle but a big larger. Sitting centered in the far back of the room is a massive-sized deck, more in length than size. Along the surface and both sides of the desk are numerous boxes labeled with names of which he presumes are the customers and items inside them. After inspecting the entirety of the tiny area his sapphire irises catch that of ruby ones staring him down.

Archie freezes in place as he watches fiery eyes leisurely trail down then back up his body before meeting back with his own cool ones. He notices them flicker slightly as this cat-like grin flips his judging scowl right-side up.

"How may I help you?"