Hello everyone! Another new story, this time it's a collaboration with my close friend, Scizor X. We'll be alternating chapters. This one is my chapter for Lyra's POV. :)

First chapter will be a brush of the plot. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I nor Scizor X own Pokemon. Yet. We plan to remedy that situation... eventually.


(First Person POV - Lyra)

"I love Pokémon," I said happily.

Beside me was close friend, Hilbert. His blue eyes reflected with amusement and he gave a tentative smile at me. I smiled back, full on happy at him for a heartbeat before turning back and focusing on where I walked.

"That was a little random," Hilbert said quietly, walking in pace with me.

My smile only widened and I couldn't stop the small hop in my step. "I couldn't help it. The new game is coming out tomorrow. Oh I hope we can go after school…"

Hilbert gave a small shrug and I hummed happily under my breath. Concluding that the conversation would be placed on hold for a while longer again, Hilbert turned back to his favorite game—Platinum and remained battling with his favorite Pokémon inside, Giratina.

Almost instinctively at seeing his own game, my hand snaked towards my white messenger bag to the front pocket where I kept my own Pokémon game.

I felt the small bump where it rested. Satisfied it was still there, I continued to walk along the sidewalk to school.

Minutes ticked by.

"What do you think it's like in there?" Hilbert asked softly.

I blinked my eyes and looked over at him curiously. "Inside Pokémon?"

Hilbert gave a small nod as he slowly placed his game away, temporarily of course.

"A lot of fun," I said with an easy grin. "Wouldn't it be awesome if we were born in that world?"

Hilbert's lips stretched into a small smile and he gave a firm nod.

"Ah, there's school," I noted upon seeing the looming white building. "I bet if we hurry to class we'll have time to battle each other before school starts!"

Hilbert's eyes lit up at the prospect of a battle. No matter how quiet he might seem, Hilbert was always ready for a challenge. Even if he was a little unsure of himself, he would never back down. But that's just one of the reasons he was my best friend.

Taking the hint that the idea appealed to him, I gave a taunting smirk before turning on my heel and racing to the school. It wasn't even a second later that I heard Hilbert rushing behind me.


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"I can't believe you beat me," I pouted, my lip jutting out as I gave a mock sigh of severe disappointment.

Hilbert gave me a smile, a slightly triumphant look in his eyes. "It wasn't easy. You're a natural strategist."

I waved my hand dismissively. "But your Pokémon team was an absolute nightmare against my Rain Dance team. It'd be my luck, too, that you had mostly grass and electric type. Not to mention your Giratina is just a beast…" I gave another melodramatic sigh and placed a hand over my heart. "Oh woe's me!"

Hilbert rolled his eyes, but smirked softly nonetheless. "Better luck next time?"

"Of course," I said dismissively. "I was just—"

"You!"

At the familiar, hissed voice, I felt the words die on my lips. Slowly I turned around and a grin stretched across my face. Hilbert raised a single eyebrow at the interaction.

Standing before us, with a very annoyed expression on his face was a not-so-nice Ryan King. Pale blonde hair and bright green eyes with a disturbingly skinny body and angular face, he scowled furiously at me.

I blinked my eyes up at him innocently. "Me?"

"You," He repeated, no less venomous than the first time. "You… you spray painted my locker pink!"

I gave a slow, lazy smile. "Who, me? Don't be silly. I did no such thing."

Ryan's eyes narrowed furiously but before he said a single thing, his eyes caught what we held in our hands. A taunting light came into his eyes and a smirk replaced his scowl. "Oh? What's this, do you and your buddy here play Pokémon?"

"And?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I challenge you then," Ryan said. "To a Pokémon Battle. Right here and now."

"Can't," I said with a small shrug. "Hilbert just beat me. I need to nurse my wounds."

"Hilbert?" Ryan snorted, his eyes swinging over to my fellow brown-haired friend. "So I take it your good then?"

Hilbert gave a small shrug, a frown gracing his lips.

"He's one of the best," I chided.

Hilbert shot me a sheepish look and shifted uncomfortably in his seat at the intense gaze Ryan was giving him.

"I challenge you then," Ryan declared. "If you can beat her so easily, I don't see why I should waste my time with her then."

I stiffened immediately and Hilbert's eyes widened. He shot me an apologetic/warning look, but I paid it no heed. Already, my expression darkened and my eyes narrowed into annoyance. Normally I was an easy going person. An optimistic. But every girl has her buttons to not push, and being underestimated was a big one of mine.

"What," I hissed, not at all bothering to ask. I knew what he said. I just needed clarification before I promptly pounded his butt in the ground.

"Lyra," Hilbert warned. "Calm down."

Ryan snorted and sneered.

"I'll battle you," Hilbert said calmly. "And if I win, you have to apologize to Lyra."

Ryan's sneer stretched. "Fine. Let's see if you're worth my time, Hilby."

"It's Hilbert," I snapped irritably. Ryan only rolled his eyes.


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I watched the battle over Hilbert's shoulder, shooting Ryan a triumphant smirk every time Hilbert downed one of his Pokémon, and a dirty one whenever Ryan downed one of Hilbert's Pokémon. It was an intense battle, of that I admit. The tension between the two was so thick you could slice it in half with a butter knife.

But finally, it was over. It was down to the last Pokémon for Ryan. Hilbert still had three left, two of which he hadn't even used in battle with. Giratina, along with his other two favorites. Ryan was down to one left. An Empoleon.

Ryan's eyes narrowed with irritation and he chewed on his inner cheek.

I shot him a smirk and his eyes narrowed into furious slits.

"Come on Hilbert, finish him off," I said.

Hilbert gave me a small nod and made his move. Ryan dragged his stylus across his game before a slow, slimy smile stretched across his face.

"It's over," Ryan said.

Curious, I looked down and gaped. His Empoleon had just used Sacred Fire. And it critically hit Giratina! It was a one-shot KO.

Hilbert gaped at it, and almost robotically sent out his next Pokémon. Then his last.

Ryan repeatedly cheated and won.

Furiously, I scowled at him. "You sneaky little bas—"

"Lyra," Hilbert said sharply. I pursed my lips but held my tongue. "Teacher."

Looking up, I saw that our teacher was in fact entering the room. I shot Ryan another dirty look and his smirk only grew.

"Well then," Ryan drawled, "it would seem both of you are a waste of time."

"I'm going to kill you," I hissed.

"Lyra," Hilbert said again, his eyes narrowing. "After class."

Still seething, I gave a slow nod and gritted my teeth. With one last dirty look over my shoulder, I moved to take my seat.


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The moment school was out, Hilbert and I searched the school grounds for any sign of Ryan. Much to my displeasure, the skunk bag was nowhere to be found.

Huffing with annoyance, Hilbert consoled me slightly.

"Don't worry," He said gently. "We'll see him tomorrow. Do you want to come over and train some more with me?"

I shook my head slightly. "No. I promised Grandpa I would help him with dinner. Silly old man can't tell a microwave from an oven."

Hilbert chuckled and I felt my annoyance slowly dissolving at the thought of my Grandpa. My parents died in a car accident when I was little—I don't remember them so it doesn't really bother me too much. I had my Grandpa and that was all I needed.

"Tell your Grandparents I said hello though," I said to Hilbert as I turned away.

Hilbert gave a smile in confirmation and waved goodbye.

Hilbert's parents went missing when he was little. He lived with his grandparents too. He doesn't like to talk about it much and I don't ask.

Some things are just better left in the past. The future seems much brighter.

With one last call of goodbyes, I headed home.


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(Third Person POV - Ryan)

It was so easy to avoid those idiots, Ryan mused as he wondered through the park on his way home. Lyra was a cheerful girl with a nasty temper and when she lost that temper she often lost her head too. She didn't even notice when he walked right by her, too busy stewing about his earlier remark.

Hilbert was a quiet guy, but not by choice, Ryan continued his musings. He lacked the confidence to really make something of himself. To be considered anything else but an outcast. Pity, but it's not like Ryan cared.

Tonight, he finally figured out the right codes.

Chuckling with gleeful amusement, he finished typing in the codes to his hacker in his game.

The codes for the ultimate Arceus. Maxed out stats, unlimited move sets, perfect nature and ability—it took Ryan forever to hack the right code. But he finally did it.

And tonight he was finally giving it a test run.

With a smile stretched over his face, he finished the last of the code and activated his game.

His screen frizzled black before static crossed over it.

Annoyance flared through Ryan and he glared at his game.

"Stupid game," He muttered. "Just give me the damn Arceus already."

Impudent brat.

He froze at the voice, glancing around the seemingly empty park.

"Who said that?" He demanded, his eyes narrowing.

You claim to be the master of your Pokémon. But you are wrong.

Ryan sneered. "Lyra? Is that you? Another one of your stupid pranks, right? It's not funny, idiot. Just come out already."

No human can be the master of Pokémon.

"Enough," Ryan snapped. "Jack? Zach? Is this you guys? Seriously, it's not funny. Cut it out."

And no petulant brat could be the master of me!

Unable to help himself, Ryan looked back down at his game and froze with fear. Two, very angry eyes glared back up at him. The eyes blinked slowly at him.

Humans cannot be the master of Pokémon. It is the Pokémon that are the masters of the humans.

Ryan had only a second to blink before darkness wrapped around his vision and he felt himself getting sucked into his beloved Nintendo.

And you, the voice said, a smirk clear in his voice, will be my tool.


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(First Person POV – Lyra)

"Come on," I said impatiently, still grinning despite myself. "We haven't taken the shortcut through the park in ages."

Hilbert rolled his eyes. "Lyra, we too it a week ago. How is that ages?"

"It's ages to me," I said with an eye roll of my own. "Now come on! I want to get to school in time to set up my latest prank for that scum bag!"

Hilbert gave a small sigh, resigning himself to being dragged along by me. Laughing happily I tugged him away and through the park.

But not even halfway there, did I stop and notice a Nintendo lying on the ground.

"Oh lugger nuts," I sighed.

"What?"

"I forgot my game at home!" I whined.

Hilbert blinked sagely before shaking his head with a rueful grin. "I forgot mine too, now that you mention it."

"Aw man," I moaned. "Now we'll have to head back home to pick up our games before we can go to the game store! Unless…"

I looked down at the Nintendo.

"No," Hilbert said firmly. "We are not stealing someone else's Nintendo. We'll turn it in to the police as lost in found. How would you like it if someone stole yours?"

I pouted and crossed my arms over my chest with a huff. "Fine, fine. Let's grab it and go. We can turn it in after school after we get the new game."

"Alright," Hilbert allowed, moving forward to grab the game in the same motion I did.

Our fingers brushed across the game.

My entire body froze, tingling with an odd sort of energy. Almost like electricity except that it was cold… and it seemed to drain me. A harsh pounding erupted in my head and I tried to wince, but found my body unable to respond.

Slowly, as if lead by a phantom hand, the game opened. It revealed a static screen and two, warm eyes.

Restore what has been undone.

That was the last thing I remembered before my world went black and I tumbled into an abyss.


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Blinking my eyes slowly, I looked up and winced at the throbbing of my head. Slowly I sat up in a warm, unfamiliar bed and nearly screamed from shock.

I was nowhere near the park.

Instead, I was in a strangely familiar room wearing entirely different clothes. I stared down at me and stumbled out of bed, looking around wildly before I found a mirror.

No more jean shorts and red hoodies. No more loose brown hair that fell to my waist. My hair was twisted into pigtails that fluffed a bit at the end and upturned. My hoodie was replaced with some sort of mock Mario costume and I stared at the fluffy marshmallow cap on my head.

But that was the only thing different.

My face and body was still the same. Only my hair style and clothes were swapped out and for a moment I found myself thinking, Wow, I really look like Lyra from Heartgold/Soulsilver.

My next thought was, OmiGodOmiGodOmiGod! I've been kidnapped and someone changed my clothes. OmiGodOmiGodOmiGod!

Shivering from fear and horror I looked around frantically for any sort of weapon to use. Finding none, I noticed an open door.

They left a way for me to escape? Well… that's kind of stupid.

My footsteps made soft padding noise as I stepped out the door and down the hallway. Pictures of me and some strange yet so damn familiar woman from childhood and up hung on the walls. Pictures of Pokémon, hung on the wall. Which was strange.

I turned down the hallway and found myself heading down the steps.

Into the living room.

The woman from the pictures was sitting on the couch, a warm cup of—tea? coffee?—in her hands. Upon hearing me, the woman looked up and smiled and I had to use all my willpower not to gap at her.

She looked just like my mom!

Only… she also, in those clothes with that hair… looked like the Mom from… No, no that couldn't be right.

"I'm glad you're up sweetie," She said with an easy smile, her warm eyes dancing.

"I, um," I mumbled, still staring in shock at her.

"You're friend… Hilbert, wasn't it? He was looking for you earlier. Why don't you head outside to meet him. Oh, but before I forget…" The woman motioned towards a creamy messenger bag with a Pokéball emblem on it. A familiar one. Exactly like the one in…

Okay this was getting really creepy. My kidnapper must have a sick fetish.

"You're Pokégear came back from the shop," she said, completely not noticing my horrified expression, "I already washed your bag. Please be more careful sweetheart."

"Uh, okay," I said, not knowing what else to say. "I'll just… take the stuff… and… go?"

She smiled at me, satisfied before turning back to watch the television.

Weird. Weird. Weird. Weird.

Carefully, and way suspiciously, I grabbed the bag and swung it over my shoulder. Then with another curious look over my shoulder, I left.

I did a double take when I saw the outside.

Exactly the same. Everything was exactly like the game.

And… there was Pokémon floating through the wind and people going about their business like floating Pokémon was a normal thing.

It was official.

Somehow I had died and been reborn in the Pokémon world.

No, wait, then shouldn't I be a baby?

Okay, so maybe… instead I somehow entered the game. At the start of it.

Somehow.

Weird.

So very weird.

"Lyra!"

I looked up, startled and did a double take. It was Hilbert… only not. I mean, it was the same Hilbert I knew before, I recognized the voice and expression only he looked exactly like the male protagonist in Pokémon Black/White.

I gaped at him as he reached me. He shot me a concerned expression. "I wasn't sure if you came here too. I hoped but…"

"So this is real?" I asked in a kind of squeaky voice.

"I think so," He said quietly. He was always the quiet type.

"Oh," I said numbly. "Oh… Oh. Oh no… what about Grandpa?"

He gave me a sad look and shrugged his shoulders, looking down at his shoes.

I swallowed roughly as a wave of emotions came over me. I bit my lip and fought back a cry of frustration at being pulled away from my world—from my family—and brought here without a word of consolation. I bit it all back because it wasn't like me.

I wasn't the type of girl to get sad, no matter what. I got angry or I got happy.

And right now, Hilbert already seemed sad enough. He didn't need the extra drama getting angry brought.

So I plastered a smile—it came out more of a grimace—but it was a start. "Well. I always did want my own adventure."

He looked back up and gave a wry smile. "Me too."

"But we do need to find out how to get home," I said firmly. "But for now… well… I don't really know what to do. I think we need to figure out exactly how we got here and the best way to do that might be to play along… but I don't know. I just don't know."

Hilbert opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by an enthusiastic voice shouting over to us.

"Lyra, Hilbert, there you are!"

Both of us looked up sharply and my eyes widened. Professor Elm.


Ta-da! And the first chapter is complete.

Hope you enjoyed it. ;)

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