A/N: All credit for the idea of this AU goes to Kenitoh Menara. Check out his story, Rosa's New Perspective, which is the original. It is thanks to him I can write and publish this. The idea for the invitation from the rich couple was by Mr.B22.
Sorry, my uploading schedule had gone out the window. I have decided to just post when I feel like it, which will probably be once every two to three days.
Just north of Mauville City, past all the busy streets and shops, is an area that used to be occupied by many trainers hoping to improve their skills in battle with their pokemon. After the revolution, it was transformed into a beautiful housing area, for all the heroes of the revolution.
Harrold Spectre was one of those heroes, as was Britney. Harrold used his powerful moves in battle and saved countless pokemon lives. He was a hero in battle, but was not immune to human weapons. Nearing the end of the revolution, he was hurt badly, and although being a ghost type, he was near death. His puppet outside, keeping his life force alive was torn. It was at this time, he met Britney.
Britney was a nurse serving in his area. She was in charge of the ward he was in, and made the vital decisions concerning his health. She was caught in a major dilemma. There were no more medical supplies to help save Harrold. However, as a leavanny, she had the ability to weave things out of leaves. Just before Harrold's life force was about to escape, she had weaved in a patch of leaves to cover the tear. It saved Harrold's life and brought them together. He became friends and then after only a month, they started to date.
On the night the revolution took over Hoenn, there was a huge party to celebrate, and Harrold proposed to Britney. Together, they made a company called Puppet Strings Baby Items. And since then they have so desperately wanted their own little baby to clothe and play with, but were so busy they didn't have time for a baby.
But now they do, and they have their sights set on one girl…
"The invitation was sent, ma'am." Announced a linoone in a butlers outfit. "And our sources say she is coming."
The leavanny beside him curled her lips into a smile.
"I'll tell Harrold. Very good work, Jeffery."
The linoone bowed his head, and left her alone. She stood up, smoothed out her dress and opened the door at the end of the long hall. The noise of the hinges echoed into the room.
Her husband, Harrold, lifted his head at the noise. He was sat at his desk, a mess of paper files and pens blanketing the oak table. The expensive wood was barely visible through his paper work, and Britney sighed impatiently, as she had told her husband to take the day off. A pair of moon spectacles was balanced on his face. He took them off carefully, and looked up expectantly at his wife.
"What is it, dear?" He asked softly. Britney approached him, trying to hold her excitement in.
"The invitation I sent out to Emily's house was successfully delivered and she is coming." Britney exclaimed.
A broad smile crossed the banette's face, even wider than his usual one.
"That's fantastic." He said. "Tomorrow she will be here, dear."
"Yes," she agreed. "Soon we will have our own bundle of joy in this lonely house. I can't wait to dress her in cute little clothes and play with her. She's going to love the room I have got the servants to paint for her."
Harrold chuckled.
"Now, now dear. She might not even be ours."
Britney scowled.
"Don't say such things, Harrold!" She scolded. "She will be ours! Ever since I first saw her file, I knew she was the one. Her gorgeous dark hair, and her sapphire blue eyes makes her such a beautiful girl."
"Well, she is a lovely girl." Agreed Harrold. "But what about her parents she has now? You haven't told me what you're going to do about them."
A dark look crossed the leavanny's face.
"Please, dear. Anyone will do anything for a little money…"
"And if that doesn't work?" Ventured Harrold.
"Then we take things to more… drastic measures."
After what had happened I was having second thoughts about the party. What Ryan had said scared me so much I didn't want to go outside anymore. I even was suspicious of my own adoptive parents. They kept on reassuring me that they would never do such things like that, but I had doubts. This new feeling of caution made my mood gloomy all day and night. I refused any baby treatment for the time being, but Francine and Oliver said that was alright.
That night, after a partially eaten meal, I was reading my new book in the crib. The sides were down and I had taken down the mobile. I was in some normal pyjamas, and I had ripped off my diaper. I had been reading the book all day, and now was finishing the last few pages. I then remembered to ask Oliver for the sequel or another human book.
I slipped out of bed, and made my way to the living room. But I paused as I heard my name being mentioned in a conversation. I rested my back against the hall corridor and listened in.
"I'm really worried about Emily, Fran. What if now she suddenly decides to never be babied again because of what Timm- I mean Ryan said?"
I heard a high pitched sigh come from the room.
"I don't know, Oliver. But we have to respect her decision. I promised if she decided to not be babied we'd follow her orders."
"It's not just that though. What if she doesn't trust us anymore? How do we convince her we have her best interests at heart without sounding like we're just saying it?"
"A gift maybe? Something that shows how much we'd do for her."
My heart started to tear in two. They really did care for me, and I was just being an idiot. They sounded so sincere and just like they were my actual parents. If I wasn't careful, I might have another flashback. I tried to retreat back to my room, but the floor creaked under my weight and both their heads looked up towards where I was. I dived back into the room, scared they would be angry at me for eavesdropping.
I quickly pulled the covers over my head, and screwed my eyes shut. I heard the door creak open, and someone come into the room.
"Princess?" Oliver asked. A single tear welled up in my eyes, and I opened them to let it roll slowly down my cheek. I sniffed loudly, and Oliver kneeled down beside me. "I know you were listening to our conversation, but you're not in trouble."
"I'm not?"
"No, of course not. To be honest, you should have been there anyway. We really need to have a talk about what happened today."
I nodded cautiously and sat up. Oliver stood up and Francine appeared round the doorway.
"Sweetie," she started. "We just want the best for you. We would never, ever put you in a situation where you felt uncomfortable or unhappy."
"And we know it's all a bit confusing." Added Oliver. "But if we all trust each other and communicate, it's going to be a lot easier on all of us, especially you."
I rubbed my eyes and yawned.
"Can you put me in a diaper then, and read me a bedtime story?" I asked. Broad smiles crossed Francine and Oliver's faces.
I held out my arms and Francine picked me up and placed me on the changing table. Oliver started to rummage through my drawers to find me something else to wear. He found a cute little blue sleeper without legs and threw it over to Francine. He then went over to the crib and fixed it again to look more babyish.
Francine wiped and powdered me down, then slid on the diaper. She helped me into my new pyjamas, which were a lot more comfy than my last pair. She bounced me up and down a few times, whilst Oliver finished hanging the mobile up. I giggled and hugged her tight.
She placed me down onto my crib, and tucked in the duvet. Oliver had a pacifier in his hand and he held it out, with a comforting smile. I didn't even give him a chance to put it in my mouth, as I grabbed it and stuck it in my mouth. He chuckled and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"Goodnight my little princess." He said softly. "I'll let mommy read you a bed time story."
"Okay, goodnight daddy." I replied sweetly. He beamed.
Francine gave him a little kiss on the cheek as he walked out. She then walked over to the new bookshelf and pulled out a single book. I recognised the cover as a book made up of fairy-tales.
"Which one is your favourite?" She asked. "I'm pretty sure there's every fairy-tale ever in this book."
"I like them all," I said. "They all have happy endings. It's hard to choose."
"Okay then, I'll pick my favourite." Francine decided, and to that I nodded. She flicked through the pages for a few seconds, before stopping in the middle. "My favourite is Hansel and Gretel."
"Yay!" I exclaimed. "I like that one."
Francine smiled and started to read.
"Once upon a time, there lived a family of pokemon in a cottage near the woods. In this family lived a father meowstic, a mother liepard and twin meowstic kids, one girl, one boy. Their names was Hansel and Gretel. One day, a great famine settled on the land, and the family was running low on food. The mother, who was abusive towards her two children, told her husband that she was going to leave Hansel and Gretel in the woods. She thought they ate too much of the food. The father didn't want to, but agreed eventually as it was clear that they were about to starve.
"However, what they didn't know, was that Hansel was listening to their conversation that night. He snuck out and collected some white pebbles from the garden. He reassured his sister that they would be alright. The next day, the family hiked through the woods, and Hansel laid a trail of pebbles as we went, so when their parents abandoned them, they made their way back. The mother was angry, and told the husband to lead them deeper into the woods. Hansel, again, tried to collect some pebbles but found the doors and windows locked.
"So instead, Hansel grabbed a piece of bread from the kitchen and left bread crumbs to help them find their way back. However, birds had eaten all the crumbs, so they wondered around, lost and confused. Hours past, and it seemed like they really would starve. But then, they found a house. And this house was something out of their dreams.
"It was a large cottage built of gingerbread, cakes, candy and with window panes of clear sugar. Tired and hungry, the children race towards the house and start eating the walls. But then, a very old jynx opens the front door and says,
'Poor, poor children, there's no need to eat my house. Come inside and I will give you lots of food. Hot meals and delicious desserts await you children.'"
Francine gave the old jynx a croaky voice, and I giggled slightly, although at this point I was yawning loudly. I closed my eyes and struggled to keep awake as she finished the story.
"Little did they know, that this jynx was a wicked pokemon, that loved to eat little children pokemon. The next morning, the jynx locks Hansel in an iron cage in the garden and forces Gretel into becoming a slave. She feeds Hansel regularly to fatten him up, but he was very clever. When she reached through the bars to test to see if he was fat, he was hand her a bone instead. As she was partially blind, she thought that he was the bone. After weeks of this, the jynx grows impatient and decides to eat Hansel.
"She prepares the oven to cook him, but decides she is so hungry, she may as well eat Gretel too. So she commands the child to lean over the fire and see if it is hot enough, so she could push the girl into the fire. However, the girl was also smart, and pretended to not know what the pokemon was talking about. The jynx grew annoyed and showed the child how to do it. Gretel used her psychic powers to push the jynx into the fire, and she locked the door as well.
"The jynx perished in the flames. Gretel quickly went over and unlocked the cage that Hansel was in. They searched the house and found a discover a vase full of treasure and precious stones. Putting the jewels into their clothing, the children set off for home. They finally found their old home.
"Their mother had mysteriously died from natural causes and the father had been wracked with guilt for what he had done. He had tried to search for them, but could not find them. When he saw them, he was overjoyed. And with all the treasure that they now had, they could afford a better home, and three hot meals a day. They lived happily, ever, after…"
As soon as those words left Francine's mouth, everything drifted away as I lost consciousness. The only thing I could feel was a single kiss planted on my forehead, and the jingle of the mobile above my head.