I have no clue what to put in the top authors note, besides the disclaimer but I have one thing to say before the disclaimer. I cannot keep track of OC's. I don't know if its laziness, or just my impatience is wearing thin or stress (Seriously, I am only thirteen and I found a grey hair on my head) but I cannot keep track of characters, I plan something to happen and guess what? I forgot to write it down. But anyways to the point, the OC submission is closed and I'm sorry but if you want to still submit an OC I can think about putting it in. Thank-you for reading, I do not own Pokemon, if I did then don't expect Ash to be in it. Oh yeah, in the last chapter, Rae said she loved Oliver, that is not a misprint of Dylan. Oliver will come into the story soon.
(Third Person P.O.V)
Rae was in a large ballroom; people in formal wear danced around gracefully, and mirrors decorated the walls, creating multiple dancing couples. The dark grey marble roof was meters and meters from the lighter grey tiled floor and had flame lit chandeliers in a long straight line.
She looked down and a beautiful black strapless dress that flowed to her ankles touched her legs. Honey blonde hair fell into ringlets behind her back and shoulders. She looked into a mirror and gaped at her make-up infested face. She had the urge to scrub the make-up of with her palms.
Rae reached up to start rubbing, but a tan hand caught her wrist and pulled her to its owner. She hit into a hard chest with a black formal jacket and white dress shirt. Rae looked up and was met by Dylan's green eyes. He smiled at her as he moved his hand into hers and gripped his other one around her waist and started moving to the music.
Rae was never much of a dancer, but right now in Dylan's arms she just glided along the floor as if she wasn't touching it at all.
Dylan smiled wider at her and gazed lovingly into her blue eyes. "You look beautiful." He said and was rewarded by Rae's smile and blush.
"You don't look bad yourself." She commented. And it was true; he was dressed in a nicely fit tuxedo.
"I don't think that's anything new." He replied cockily. Just as he said that, a taller boy with a masquerade mask and a spiked mob of light brown hair dressed in a black dress shirt, black jacket and black pants as well as a black bowtie stole Rae's hand from Dylan.
The mysterious guy tugged Rae's arm gently but strong enough for Dylan to let her go. She faced the boy and a wave of recognition washed over her. Her face brightened in recognition and a small smile lifted her lips upwards. "Oliver." She muttered happily.
The mask went around the face, only allowing his eyes to show, she couldn't see him smile but she knew it was there. Dylan's hand clammed itself around Rae's arm as he guided her away from Oliver. Dylan glared at Oliver and he and Rae danced again.
Rae looked confusedly at the two but didn't stop them. She found this situation, oddly amusing. Oliver grabbed Rae's arm tight and pulled. She grimaced, and her gaze flew to Oliver, as she looked into his eyes she gulped, his light brown eyes were now a dark violent shade of red. He pulled Rae to himself, but Dylan gripped Rae's other arm and tugged as well.
Rae felt like screaming at the pain though no sound escaped her throat. She began to squirm her away out of the two boy's strong grip, but to no avail.
They pulled and tugged, each time Rae let out a whimper. Suddenly Oliver stopped tugging and let her go. Rae stumbled into Dylan's arms and they went protectively around her. Oliver's mask fell to the floor, as a couple danced in between the three and crushed the mask with their feet, oblivious to the situation the three were having.
Oliver smirked, his red eyes rising and showing black pupils against the rest of his red eyes. He raised a hand, and sharp claws dug its way out of his skin, blood spurting out and hitting Rae in the face, she clenched her eyes shut and wanted to scream so badly. When she opened her eyes again, Oliver was gone, but in his place a huge shadow of a monster that stood tall and proud.
She couldn't tell what it looked like, apart from the blazing blood red eyes that narrowed itself at Dylan. Dylan shoved her to the side and stood straight. The monster lunged at Dylan and Rae finally let out an ear-piercing scream.
Rae flung herself up into the cheap pokemon centre bed, sweat dripping down her face and her heart thumping erratically. She gasped at how realistic the nightmare was. She shut her eyes and told herself it was just a dream, nothing else. She looked at the clock on the bed-side table and it read 3:29 in big red letters.
She calmed down in the next 5 minutes and stood up from her bed, she walked to the bathroom and pushed open the door and forced the switch of the light on with her palm. Rae walked over to the sink and let cool water fall down the sink.
Rae gathered a handful of water and leaned over the sink where she threw her hands up to her face. Relief cooled her burning face and cleared her mind a bit, she reflected on her dream and how vivid it was. She shook her head, thinking to herself that she was crazy, and that Oliver would never. But she still felt queasy about it.
Rae stood up straight and her purple hair fell into her face, and clung itself to her frame. Still purple, she thought as she ran a hand through her soft, short hair. She grabbed a towel from the metal bars that were attached to the pokemon centre's plain, dull blue wall.
She gaped at her arm. Five angry red finger prints stood out at her, on the same arm Oliver had held in her dream. She dropped the towel and backed up into the other wall. Rae just stared at it and stared for hours that seemed like minutes and throughout that time she kept mentally repeating a question in her head. How did she get that?
"RAE!" she jumped at the loud feminine voice that broke her out of her reverie. "Hurry up, they're serving breakfast downstairs and I really want pancakes right now." It was Celina.
"Coming," Rae muttered quietly, though loud enough she hoped that Celina heard it.
"Well alright, but if you don't get down there in twenty minutes than say goodbye to your stack of pancakes~" she sung from behind the bathroom door. Rae heard her footsteps getting quieter.
She took a large deep breath and stood up and walked to the shower.
After she took her shower she brought out another white button-up blouse with long sleeves to hide the marks, and a pair of grey skinny jeans and a pair of white socks. She dressed herself and threw her pyjamas in her bag. Before she walked down to the lobby, she visited the laundry bay and collected the clothing she dropped off recently, which was the short sleeve blouse, a grey vest and grey shorts. Rae through those in her bag, she didn't bother wearing her tie today.
Rae finally arrived at the lobby where Celina gripped her arm with the sores. Rae grimaced and hissed in pain, hoping Celina didn't notice it, and to her fortune, she didn't.
Celina was yapping on and on about something that happened in the morning, but Rae wasn't listening; she was in deep thought about her dream. She mentally sighed, when would this make any sense to her.
(Dylan P.O.V)
Rae glared into my head as I smirked triumphantly at her. We were sitting at the tables in the pokemon centres cafeteria while we played another game of rock, paper, scissors of who would battle the gym leader first, and it turned out that Rae was a sore loser.
"SCREW YOU!" she screamed into my face. I just smirked some more. "You cheated somehow." she claimed and snarled at me
"How can I cheat in Rock, paper, scissors?" I asked smugly, with an eyebrow raised. Yeah I could do that.
She glared deeper at me; I could just tell she wanted my handsome face of mine to blow up. "I don't know!" she screamed. "You were the one that cheated! Who knows what kind of ideas are swimming inside that thick head of yours?" she added.
My smirk grew wider as I thought of the perfect thing to say to her. "Lots and lots of dirty things." I stated and wriggled my eyebrows together. Rae gaped at me, obviously disgusted by what I had just said.
She stood up abruptly, and pointed a finger at me. "YOU DISGUSTING FILFTHY PIG!" I grinned at her and winked. A red hue covered her face and she flipped her short hair to cover as much face as she could. She is so into me.
I stood up chuckling. I began walking away from our table, feeling her eyes boring into the back of my head. "I'm going to make a stop before challenging the Gym. See you later darling." I called as I began to walk out of the cafeteria with my head held high.
From the corner of my eye I spotted her reflection in a mirror that was placed on the wall, and she was pointing her middle finger up.
"UP YOURS!" she shrieked angrily. I grinned wider, who knew that teasing Rae was so… so amusing, though throughout her curses, her voice was slightly shaky and faraway. Even though I have only met her recently, I could read her like a book and she was slightly distracted. I was also well aware of the crowd that were glaring at Rae for supposedly interrupting their delightful conversations and meals.
I left the pokemon centre and headed down town, the opposite way of the Gym. The gravel road was narrow, only big enough for two people to walk either up or down. There were no cars, a town this small obviously had no need for them, green meadows and brightly coloured flowers bloomed at my sides, making the atmosphere cheerful. The townspeople that walked past me, stayed out of a 2 metre range, if expecting me to go nuts and start pulling out their hair. To me everyone here was spineless.
But I really couldn't blame them. A town with the lowest crime rate in Sinnoh just had Team Nova, burn down the Valley Wind works yesterday, so I already expected them to be paranoid. I came across a small house made out of lumber that was mostly concealed by vines and flowers that spread up its walls, a small white picket fence surrounded the back where a bunch of pokemon played.
I opened the wooden door and walked in, a woman in her late thirties stood behind a wooden counter; posters of cute pokemon littered the dull white walls, a blue mat sat in the middle of the floor. The woman beamed at me as she gestured for me to come closer. I stared at her for a while, before taking a few steps towards the counter.
"Hello welcome to Mrs Hannies Pokemon adoption centre, I am Mrs Hannies, how may I help you?" the woman asked as she went up and then back down, probably by standing on her toes.
"Hi, I'm here because I heard you were giving away-" I started but the woman glared at me.
"Adopt out!" The lady corrected me, and gave me a fierce scowl.
"Right, adopt out," I said unsurely but it was enough for her scowl turn into a bright smile. "Eevees." I finished.
"Well you're in luck." she said as she walked through a door with bright cheerful stickers pasted all over it. Moments later she came back with a pokeball and a stack of papers. "The Eevees I'm giving away are descended from the strongest Kanto champion in history Red Sakake's Eevee, or should I say Esepon?" she gushed proudly.
"Then why are you giving away-" I broke off as she glared at me. "I mean adopting out, rare Pokemon, especially from that bloodline?" I asked.
She smiled sadly as she weighed the pokeball in her hand. "Unfortunately I only have one child and he has no time for cutesys like Eevees or any of their evolved forms and my husband doesn't train pokemon anymore so he was ruled out and I have never been a trainer, I only know how to take care of them. Like my own children," she said as she gently placed the pokeball down. "But I can tell that this Eevee and his sisters are very skittish lately and given their bloodline it's their sense of adventure kicking in." Mrs Hannie's eyes began tearing up as she brought a pen out of a desk draw.
She shook her head and smiled at me but tears were rolling down her cheeks. I am going to be honest, it was awkward and got even more awkward (if possible) when we lapsed into the silence. "Now," she said and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. "The papers. Sign there and Eevee is under your possession." She smiled as she opened up a couple pages.
I took the pen from her and signed the papers, but I did read it, so don't worry too much about my beautiful face. I have no idea why I thought that.
She opened out her hand. "Your trainer card please." She said. I dug around in my pockets brought out my wallet. I opened the flap and withdrew my trainer card from a pocket. I handed it to her and she swiped it through the thing people use on credit cards. She turned to the old fashioned computer on her side and clicked the mouse repeatedly.
Mrs Hannie turned back to me and smiled and held out my trainer card. "All done, the Eevee is registered as yours now. Take care of him," she pleaded. "Please." She added. I smiled in return and nodded.
"I will," I said and took the pokeball from her hand. "Don't worry about it."
As I was about to walk out, she handed me a business card. "Have a nice day." She added, suddenly very perky. I nodded awkwardly and left. As I was walking down the road to the gym I threw out Eevee's pokeball.
As it opened a small fuzzy brown pokemon yawned and stared up at me. He grinned and yipped and ran around in a circle. I smiled at the energetic pokemon and brought out my Pokedex, scanning him and listing his stats. He'll do nicely against Rose.
(Rae P.O.V)
My scowl deepened as people shook their heads disapprovingly at my hair, which was glowing a bright purple in this god for saken sun. "Take a picture," I snarled to a particular old woman who was giving me the dirty eye. "It will last longer." Her mouth dropped and eyes opened wide behind those disgusting granny glasses.
She let out a big breath and straightened her posture stubbornly as she stalked off, her long granny dress swaying at her knees. I would never be caught dead in one of those things when I'm elderly.
Celina observed me carefully; her swirls of brown hair capturing her face and those green eyes making me feel a little insecure about what I wear studied me before she turned her attention away from me to her little sky blue dress that reached her thighs.
We were waiting at the front of the gym for Dylan. And guess what? The bastards late. In the time it would have gotten him to get here, I would have already won my badge. Though the time he's taking is giving me more of a chance to attempt to understand my dream/nightmare. I mean, trust me I think I would know if there was a ballroom filled with mirrors.
I was broken out of my reverie by Celina, who finally managed to say something in the awkward air of flowers and the most appalling thing called giddiness. "Are you hot in those jeans?" Typical Celina, clothes come first before human emotions with her.
My head tilted at her and I leered at her face and replied sarcastically. "No, they make me feel like I'm in the middle of Snowpoint city." The truth was I was sweating like a pig, but I don't want her to know. She might make me wear one of her summer dresses, that would make me feel like some slutty barbie.
"But it's like a hundred degrees out here. How could pants like those," she gestured to my skinny jeans. "Make you cold?"
"Are you always this air-headed?"
"It's not my fault," she muttered as she straightened her dress again. "I was born that way, kinda like Dustin Fieber's song. I Love The Way You Think, Baby." Her eyes twinkled as she said that filthy name.
"Eww, Dustin Fieber is the worst singer ever." My nose wrinkled in disgust.
"What about Rebecca Black?"
"Nah, I just feel sorry for her."
"You know, you really don't act like a girl. More like a boy that looks and sounds like a girl." Celina stated carelessy.
"Never compare me to Dustin Fieber. Never." I warned and punched her in the arm playfully.
She winced and turned to me. "Seriously, only boys do that 'punch playfully in the arm' to another boy or a girl doing it to a boy, but never a girl punching another girl. I mean, who does that?"
I opened my mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the most infuriating voice I have heard. Well third compared to my brothers.
"You're right Celi; only boys do that but obviously you mistaken Rae for a girl again. Kinda like Dustin Fieber."
I glared at Dylan, willing his head to blow up, but at the same time hoping his pretty face won't get hurt. ARGHHHHE! EXPLAIN THIS !#$%^& FEELING!
So instead of hitting him I went with another approach. "Well… your face." That could have gone better.
Dylan smirked as he pushed past me and Celina and waltzed right into the gym, rather arrogantly.
Celina took a baby step closer to me and whispered in my ear. "Next chance I get, I'm getting you a new wardrobe." I glared at her harshly, but stepped into the gym.
Upon entry I was hit by the most alluring scent. Roses. I closed my eyes and breathed it in and a a sigh of bliss exited my mouth. Despite my whole tom-boy appearance and attitude I always had a soft spot for roses.
I opened my eyes again to see Dylan smirking and Celina grinning. "Well at least shes not all boy." Dylan remarked.
"Shut it." I growled and stalked down the room. The walls were lined with roses and other flowers that smelled delightful. Right here, I felt at ease, like a normal teenage girl.
Large mahogany doors opened at the very back and Rose walked out of them. Her black hair swishing from side to side in a neat ponytail held together by a hair tie and her pin, her gold sandals clicked on the stone floor. The flowers that surrounded us were drawn to Rose like a bug to a bright light but more aromary. I don't think that's a word.
"So," she said as she scanned us. "I'm looking to battle some strong trainers so you had better not disappoint me."
Dylan stepped forward and smirked at her. I could literally feel his over-confident and arrogant nature rolling off of him like waves. His new black shirt clung to his body as he stepped forward and eyed Rose down like she were a bug in his garden. "Well ain't it fortunate I'm not weak, huh?" he said. "Though I can't really say the same thing for you."
Rose glared at him and inched her face closer and how their faces were so close made me want to spontaneously combust in anger and jealousy. I don't know why, I just do. But I ensure you it is not the way you think. I hope.
"Then let's get this battle started!" Rose exclaimed as she stepped away from him and eyed him carefully, looking for any openings she might need. I've been doing that since day 1, and I sure as hell got nothing.
Rose gestured for us to follow her and we did. Through the large doors and onto a grassy battlefield, rose thorns were scattered around the edges, gleaming a dark green over the open roof. I kind of feel grateful that I am not the one battling first. I might as well observe and watch what to expect.
I am so sorry about the long update. I have no excuse apart from my kickass term so far. First I went to Armageddon which is a sci-fi convention in the city. (Melbourne) It was so awesome. There were Doctor Who's and I love Doctor Who, and I am planning a story for Doctor Who, but anyway I bought a wooden sword, but not any wooden sword Toshiro Hitsugaya's Zanpaktou (From anime Bleach, and considering story for that). And then last Friday, before Halloween I organised myself to update but that morning before I got to school, my grandfather asked if I wanted to go to the caravan park with my cousins and I haven't been up there in ages but and I haven't seen them in a while. Anyways the gym battle was supposed to be in this chapter, but I wanted to notify you as quickly as possible so yeah. I promise to have the next one up this week or next. Again thank-you.