Author's Note: Yay, I am baaaack! … OK, that was really unnecessary…
So, a few things I'd like to say here: remember the past and present thing? You have to keep those points in mind. Second, I am freakishly busy with school and CCA and tuition and stuff so if I don't update, these are the reasons. And last but not least, my good friend, Umbreon-Azure, whom I refer to as Umbreon-Blue, has posted her first poem on you-know-where. To tell those who don't know, 'azure' means 'blue', but I think that Umbreon-Blue sounds nicer. And I shall state once more just in case…
THIS IS HAMTARO/POKÉMON CROSSOVER, SO I DO NOT EXPECT ANY FLAMES FROM ANYONE……
OK, less talk, more typing!
Disclaimer: I do not own the ideas for the games, Cipher, Orre, Snagem, OK? I definitely do NOT own these. They are Nintendo and the Pokémon Company copyrighted. I only own Purifiers, Pure Powers, Pokémon nicknames, etc. This story is only BASED on the games.
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Chapter 2 – Start of the Adventure (Present)
Present…
Everything became dark and gloomy. There were barely any streetlights around and there weren't many Electric Pokémon around either. Stan had suggested using his powers to call upon his own Pokémon's help, but his mother was against it. Stan tried begging and pleading, but Siberia continued saying no to him, making him feel pretty useless without using his powers at all. No stars, no streetlights, no Electric Pokémon, no nothing. Stan pulled a long face. He hated the dark. No, to be more precise, he was afraid of the dark. Still in his Purifier image, Stan pulled himself together, literally, and followed Siberia to wherever she was heading to.
"Mom, are we there yet?" Stan groaned.
"Stanley, this is the tenth time you've asked me. No, we have NOT reached our destination yet," Siberia replied with a hint of frustration in her voice, but Stan never caught it.
"Mom, stop calling me 'Stanley'. You know how much I hate the sound of that. And besides, we've been walking for hours. We haven't had much food or much water. Can't we take a break and carry on after that?"
"Stan, how can you expect to be a good Purifier if you can't even handle this kind of adventurous torture?" Stan cringed at the sound of 'torture'.
"More like torturous adventure…" Stan muttered under his breath and luckily for him, Siberia was too engrossed in continuing her way that she didn't hear what Stan had said to himself, although it was a little loud.
For some surprising reason, Stan kept very quiet throughout the entire trip afterwards as he followed Siberia around. Road signs appeared every 100 miles and Stan was so sick of seeing so many of them he literally fainted when he reached the 48th one. Siberia had a hard time waking him up as there was no water nearby. It took Siberia a while to figure out that she decided to carry Stan on her back in order to carry on their journey to their destination. They had been walking for thousands and thousands of miles but they have not reached their destination: Orre. Siberia was very relieved that Orre was 100 more miles away and she was not about to give up just yet.
Squatting down slowly, Siberia outstretched her arms and picked Stan up gently. She placed him on her back and started walking towards Orre. Moving without any complaints whatsoever, Siberia finally reached Orre with Stan still unconscious on her back.
'He must've been way too worn out… I should've known that Stan has been not that physically strong ever since he was born…' Siberia thought as she placed Stan down on a bed in a spacey room in some building. Siberia had reached a place familiar to her and requested for two rooms, one for Stan, and the other one for herself. That room, in which Stan has been placed in, was one of the rooms she had requested and she had placed Stan down on the bed in the room very gently. She didn't make a sound, lest he woke up from his sleep. He had already woken up during their journey, but Siberia told him to sleep instead. Rubbing Stan's forehead, Siberia didn't say anything and went over to switch the lights off before heading towards her own room and went to sleep quickly due to fatigue as well.
The next day…
"Where… am I…?" Stan asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as he awoke from his slumber. He sat up, his body still aching from the previous day's long journey, and took a look at his new surroundings. It was a dully-painted room, painted in one of Stan's least favourite colour, which was gray, and there was a small desk for him at the edge of his new room. There were a few empty file holders against the wall on the desk and a bunch of blank paper lying around. Stan's bed was red and the pillow was white, which he was happy about. Just in front of his bed was a chest coated in red and white, like a PokéBall design. Stan went over to pry it open, surprised to see that it was already unlocked. He opened it and found some healing items hidden inside. He picked them up and placed them on his desk. Remembering his mother, Stan rushed out of his new room, his muscles still in pain.
Stan was utterly shocked to see a huge room just outside his. It was huge enough to place two king-sized beds and hamsters won't feel too packed in the room. Noticing some bookshelves, Stan went over and picked a random book to read.
"Oh, this is so cool!" Stan exclaimed excitedly, his eyes sparkling a little. Forgetting his aching muscles, Stan carried on reading. "I have no idea that Pokémon romance can be studied in this way! So, it looks like we Pokémon Trainers have a huge responsibility… Maybe there's some way I could find a way to hook Nightshade up with a suitable female Umbreon… Oh yeah! Nightshade!" Stan closed the book and placed it back in its original spot and looked for another book concerning Pokémon families. Successful in finding one, Stan flipped it open eagerly and read it immediately, taking in every bit of detailed information.
Tap… Tap…
Footsteps could be heard, the sound echoing through the spacey hallways and rooms, but Stan was too engrossed and interested in reading the books from the bookshelves to actually notice the echoed footsteps. The footsteps stopped abruptly, seeming to be watching Stan read. The owner of the footsteps was standing right behind Stan and Stan never noticed someone else's presence.
"Well, it seems that you enjoy reading, Stan," the hamster stated with a chuckle. Stan perked his ears and looked up from his book. Turning around, Stan was surprised, again, to see a hamster in a lab coat. The hamster had brown fur and a fur pattern like Maxwell's, except that his ears weren't as long as Maxwell's. They were like a normal hamster's ears. The hamster was wearing spectacles and his paws were folded behind his back. He was wearing leather black shoes that give out a tapping sound whenever he took a step and there was a branded watch around his left wrist, indicating that he was right-pawed.
"Hm? Who are you? And how do you know my name?" Stan asked out of curiosity.
"Ah, I have guessed correctly. Your fur really reminds me of a close friend of mine," the hamster stated. "I am Professor Krane, the Director of this Pokémon HQ Lab, and I am a close friend of your mother, Siberia."
"Uh… You know my Mom?"
"We go a long way… What, 10 years or more?"
"Who are you to her, her ex-boyfriend?"
"No, we are merely friends. I am not as privileged as your father."
"You know Dad?"
"Like I said, we are close friends. I've been helping your parents out on looking for information about Shadow Pokémon. If you're looking for Siberia, she's in the Director's Office."
In the Director's Office…
"Oh, Stan! I'm so glad you're fine!" Siberia exclaimed as she embraced Stan in a giant hug that seemed to choke Stan a little.
"Mom…! I'm… fine… but only after you let go of me…!"
"… Oh, right…" Siberia let go of Stan immediately, who was breathing heavily. Stan regained his composure and closed the door to that room. "My dear son, what are you doing?"
"Mom, I thought you told me to never tell anyone about Purifiers."
"Yeah…?"
"How did that Prof. Krane find out about me?"
"Why? Are you suspicious of him too?" Stan rolled his eyes and he rolled them back to their original place, meaning that he wanted Siberia to continue with what she was saying, "When we first met, your father was suspicious of him as well but look how we turned out! We've been such good friends till now."
"… Please evaluate…"
"It's… a long story… I'll tell you along the way. For now, concentrate on your ability to use your powers. Since Tora isn't here with us now…" Siberia stopped and noticed that Stan's ears have folded downwards. He was staring at her with a sad stare. Siberia forced herself to continue, "I guess I'll have to teach you myself…"
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A/N: Short chapter, I know. It's freakishly short, isn't it? Well, the next chapter in the present will be longer as it'll be talking about Stan's training of his powers. The next chapter in past will be about Tora meeting a certain female hamster and also gaining control over his own Pure Powers, even though he claims that he never had them. Find out more on the next chapters of Life in Orre, Past or Present!
Oh, yes, PLEASE review Umbreon-Azure's poem anonymously, unless you have an account and would like to submit a signed review. The next chapter's update will be looooooong… (long)
REVIEW while I go and play more XD…
