I showed the summary of this to my awesome friend, LeafxGreenx3 (check out her stories, they're AMAZING), and she went ballistic. :P She also said she hoped that it would keep her occupied over the summer, so that made me think.
How would I make this long, awesome, excitable, and something that I'll definitely stay interested in to be able to write? My conclusion: D-R-A-M-A. And LOTS of it. And angst XD
Alright, well... I hope you like it! This will probably be updated more than AG, I'm sorry, but I'll try my best to work on both.
Summary: Can anyone say military school? There's a boarding school that's the envy of all schools in the universe. Once enrolled, you're on your way to a successful life. But it's not called military for nothing. Trainers, Breeders, Coordinators, etc. - do you like roller coasters? Expect your life at Isshurui to be a thrill ride with the best & worst times of your life! IS, CS, PS, ORS, & more!
WARNING: There will be several crack pairings and such in here. It's just for the drama. Ikari, Contest, Poké, and Oldrival will be the main (along with my other typical fave shippings), but there will be several relationships and interactions in-between. If that bothers you, I'm sincerely sorry! But I love writing drama, so... Just be warned ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my OC's and the idea, unfortunately. -_-
OH BY THE WAY. Unova's Japanese name, "Isshu", is derived from the word "ISSHURUI", hence the name of the academy. And "isshurui" means "one variety." Get my thinking? Lolz.
ALSO. THIS STORY, "ISSHURUI ACADEMY" IS DEDICATED TO LeafxGreenx3!
"GOOD MORNING, STUDENTS!"
"Good morning!"
"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"
"GOOD MORNING!"
"I STILL CAN'T HEAR YOU!"
"GOOD MORNING!"
"Why is everyone so noisy?" Dawn Berlitz yawned, rubbing at her sapphire eyes tiredly.
"It's like five thirty in the morning," May Maple mumbled. "We haven't even had breakfast yet..."
"Oh, wake up, you Slowpokes." Misty Waterflower grinned, amused by her friends' laziness. The said girl was definitely a morning person. She stood straight and proud and her green eyes were bright and cheerful - definitely awake. She joined in with the other students as they yelled, "WE'RE READY!" in response to Crasher Wake's "ARE YOU READY FOR TODAY?"
"It wasn't my choice to come to this academy!" Dawn complained. "I wanted to go to Hearthome University!"
"And I wanted to go to Petalburg Community College," May reflected.
"Berlitz! Maple!"
Byron strode over and glared at them. The two girls snapped to attention immediately.
"Y-yes, sir?"
"Complaining, are we?" he asked, his arms crossed over his chest, and the ever-present shovel in hand. The two girls swallowed hard before shaking their head in unison.
"N-no, sir," they squeaked, and Byron nodded in satisfaction before walking away.
"That was close," May exhaled.
"C'mon, you two," Misty sighed. "Let's head to the mess hall. It's time for breakfast." The other two girls' eyes lit up.
"Finally!"
They followed their older friend towards the mess hall excitedly, but at a glare, they stopped skipping and stood straight and walked in a more orderly manner.
Dawn, May, and Misty attended Isshurui Academy - basically the harshest military academy in the universe. Misty came of her own free will - she liked the tough training. Dawn and May however, were forced to come. Norman, May's father, had insisted that his daughter learn to be more of a stronger Trainer. As for Dawn... It wasn't her mother, but instead a relative, who had forced her to come. Dawn herself wasn't given the details - she just knew her mother had shipped her off to Isshurui as soon as she received the letter.
Overall, Isshurui was tough. A strict no-nonsense policy; all rules had to be followed. If the rules didn't say it, don't do it. There was barely time to socialize except for on Sundays and occasional school breaks; relationships other than friendships were strictly forbidden to be shown. There was a lights-out curfew of seven thirty p.m.; you were to wake at four if you wanted a decently-warm shower and head down to the auditorium at five-thirty sharp. Breakfast was at five-forty-five in the mess hall and lasted for fifteen minutes, no seconds - much less thirds - allowed. Then began classes, and training, and tournaments. If you were late, or even not seated in your designated place when the bells - always punctual - rang, you were late and were punished duly. If you didn't have your necessary materials, you were punished. Homework was not accepted late, much less projects. You were graded harshly, and by the end of every three weeks, if you didn't have a suitable grade, you were punished. Lunch was exactly like breakfast, except you were given twenty minutes instead. Classes went on as usual after lunch, and they ended at five ten. Dinner was twenty minutes long, and you had ten minutes to mill around and socialize before you had to be in your assigned dorm rooms. Homework was expected to be done and completed during that time before lights out. If you were doing anything but in bed and a teacher caught you - you were punished.
Also, to Dawn's dismay, there was a specific dress code to be followed except for the rare breaks that every student (and teacher, but they never let on about that) looked forward to. Uniforms, including shoes, worn every day; hair never allowed loose (for girls); neat appearance; no jewelry of any kind; no makeup; hair length appropriate for gender; no dyeing of hair; etc., etc.
The Isshurui graduates had made it far in life, which was what made the military academy so appealing despite the hardships the students went through during their three years of attendance.
Dawn was fortunate enough to be rooming with Misty and May, so she was punished less due to Misty's long term knowledge of the academy. The blunette was in her first year of high school; Misty was in her second, as was May. Dawn was the newest student in the academy so far. The two older girls sympathized with Dawn as as she realized she'd have to brave her last year of Isshurui Academy alone.
The three girls entered the mess hall and raced to the alarmingly-lengthening line of students who were eager for their breakfast.
"We have fifteen minutes to eat and it'll take us at least ten minutes to get to the food!" Dawn wailed.
"Shh, Dawn!" Misty hissed.
"Berlitz."
Dawn swallowed hard as she saw who was heading towards her.
Maylene.
Arceus, was she screwed.
(A/N: I'm not trying to bash Maylene or anything! I just thought that 'cause she was a fierce teacher, she'd enforce the rules, etc... -is shot-)
"Y-yes, ma'am?"
Maylene had seemed to make it her personal duty to oversee Dawn and make sure she was following every school rule. Therefore, Maylene made Dawn's school life a living hell.
"Your hair." The magenta-haired teacher directed her pink eyes to Dawn's long, silky tresses. "It isn't allowed loose."
"I was in a hurry this morning, I'm sorry," Dawn mumbled, cringing. Misty and May stood frozen, unable to take their friends' defense; if they did, Dawn would be punished more.
"Don't apologize. Just fix your hair."
Dawn quickly plaited her hair into two neat braids.
"Good." Maylene's gaze was steely. "You will stay after dinner to wash the dishes as your punishment. Be grateful it's not worse."
The blunette nodded silently, and the teacher strode off.
"Why didn't you guys notice earlier?" Dawn muttered. May and Misty exchanged uncomfortable glances.
"I didn't realize?" they offered lamely.
Dawn rolled her eyes but smiled; she could never be mad at her friends. "Let's make sure we check tomorrow mornings," she snapped playfully.
The three friends nodded immediately, and they spent the rest of fifteen minutes in silence.
"Whoa, Pikachu, look at this place!" the black-haired Trainer exclaimed to the Pokemon on his shoulder, looking around in awe. He tilted the red-and-white baseball cap on his head, adjusting it so it was turned around.
"Pikapi!" Pikachu agreed cheerily.
Ash Ketchum jumped off the motorboat and saluted the the guy who was kind enough to drive him to the island Isshurui Academy was on for free. "Thanks for the ride, mister!" he called. "I'll pay you back some day soon!"
"No need, kid!" the driver called back with a grin, tipping his hat at Ash. "Happy to help!"
The Trainer waved goodbye before he turned to look at the towering building in front of him. "This place really lives up to its reputation."
"You there! You must be Ash Ketchum."
A vaguely familiar voice broke through Ash's reverie, and the black-haired Trainer turned again in the direction of the voice. His eyes practically bugged out of his head as he saw who had called him.
The owner of the voice, a tall Trainer with cinnamon-colored spikes of hair and obsidian eyes, stood tall at the doorway of the academy, dressed in the boys' version of the Isshurui uniform, grinning smugly.
"Didn't expect to see you here, Ashy-boy."
Yeup, I know it's short, but I thought that was a good place to end it. The following chapters will be longer, I swear!
(Wow this chapter took me three days of straight writing...DX)
So yeah, tell me what you think! And what you want more of, what you expect, etc. etc...
Don't worry, I'm still working on AG, I promised to finish it for you guys. The next chapter is on its re-write, it'll also be up soon.
Review please! The more reviews I get, the more inspired I am to write! * wink wink *
~AA17