Pokemon Special High School Edition!

The girl alights from the bus, glancing around her surroundings, she notices the familiar sign atop a gate with a flight of stone staircase leading up to her destination. She takes a deep breath and exhales in an attempt to calm herself down as she gaze upon the top of the staircase where her father awaits. Memories of the same date seven years ago floods her mind, that very faithful day where she last saw her father's endearing face.

OOO

There was a slight drizzle on that day and the skies painted with shades of grey hinting the signs of another incoming shower. Everyone had their umbrellas up and followed the four big men carrying the giant casket where my father laid peacefully. My mother and I were the only ones ostracized from the rest. As they walked past, they shot us glares of immense hatred and grudge which made me hid behind my mother out of fear. Even now, their eyes of hatred are etched vividly in my mind like a permanent scar. I tugged at my mother's sleeves begging to see father but she embraced me and repeatedly apologized. We were barred from the final rites for father's burial and there was nothing that we could do about it, after all...

It was our fault.

The chirping of the nightingales jolts Lyra back to her senses as she finds herself lost in thoughts. Gripping the bouquet of sunflowers in her hands, Lyra takes the first step on the forbidden stone stairway.

"Finally, I'll be able to properly greet father after all these years!", Lyra voices her thought out as she paces herself steadily up the stairway with much anticipation and a tinge of nervousness. The lush forest by the side of the stairway and the warm sunlight shining from up above makes up a relaxing climb towards the peak.

OOO

In front of the grave, Crystal lays out the various offerings she brought along with her in the basket. It consists of a bouquet few stalks of white lilies and an assortment of her father's favorite snacks.

"School was really fun for me, so you see father, I met a lot of new friends since the last time I came here and we've been through a lot", Crystal rambles on about the recent events they had taken part in school to the tombstone in front of her. Over the years, Crystal's mother had come grave visiting less frequently due to her work so Crystal made it point to keep her father company in the absense of her mother. Rather than an obligation, it has come to a point where visiting her father's grave has become more of a confiding session between the two; a safe zone the two shares. For the past few years it had been that way and Crystal hoped it would remain the same for many years to come.

"Ah...", light footsteps and a familiar voice breaks the tranquilty and the one sided conversation within the cemetery. Crystal's eyes starts to widen as she turns towards the girl standing just seven foots away from her. She was dressed in a different costume and all grown up since she last saw her, but, that annoying smile plastered on her face was the same one she saw seven years ago.

"Sister..."

A feeling of hatred which she thought had been quelled many years ago rose surges through her brain with that very one word. Crystal turns to face her with an intimidating pair of eyes which leads to Lyra's nervousness to approach her any closer.

"What are you doing here?", Crystal's manner of speech resembles one of an animal growling at its enemy in an attempt to assert its dominance. Lyra's usual smile fades away slightly as she begins to shift around nervously at the cold response by Crystal. The two maintains their eye contact with each other with seemingly different intentions.

"Crystal...", before Lyra could begin speaking of her side of the story, Crystal interjects with numerous cold responses that made Lyra purse her lips as she desperately tries to communicate with her.

"Why are you here? After what you've done, you still have the cheek to show up here?" By now, Crystal is practically shouting at Lyra who takes the full brunt of it with an expressionless face. Lyra's pathetic response didn't help lighten up the mood as Crystal finally turns away from her with one parting sentence prompting zero continuation to any conversations that might take place between them. Nevertheless, Lyra wants to give it a shot at reaching out to her only sister.

"Ah you see, I just came back from the states yesterday but I didn't have time to inform you yet," Lyra begins their awkward confrontation with some small details regarding her arrival but it didn't change the menacing face Crystal is making.

"Go away, you're not welcomed here," with no trace of hesitation, Crystal demands Lyra to leave the cemetery which deals quite a shock to Lyra. Gripping tightly the bouquet of sunflowers in her hand, Lyra still attempts to reach out for her sister who seems to be unreachable even though they are only a few feet apart.

"Sis, you've got to hear me out!" Lyra takes a few steps forward before Crystal places her palm outstretch in between them. She is being rejected by her sister and she knows this feeling all too well. The emotional barrier between them seems to widen even further with that gesture that it seems impossible to ask for acceptance now.

"I'm not your sister, get out of here before I turn nasty," In a deep icy cold voice, Crystal retorts back mercilessly. At that moment, Lyra freezes in her tracks as she lay her widened eyes at the girl she regarded as her sister all these while. Crystal's reaction didn't come as a surprise but it still hurts to hear it come out from her mouth. Her attempts proves to be futile as Lyra droops her shoulder and turn her back towards her family. With several steps Lyra takes as she leaves the cemetery, she makes a few glances back at them which meets Crystal's cold stare. Lyra's back finally disappears into the thickets of trees covering the walkway from Crystal's sight. Her anger finally subsides as she turns towards the tombstone with her mind filled with questions for the man beneath the tombstone.

"Didn't the both of them left us for good? Why is she coming back to ruin my life? Tell me, father," of course, her questions meets with a soothing gust of wind within the cemetery and deathly silence envelops the cemetery once again.

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Petals from the sunflower falls gently onto the stone stairway as Lyra makes her way down the hill leading to the main street. She was rejected, that she knows, an inevitable fate that she foresaw in their meeting.

"Ah...", a sudden gust of wind lifts her white hat from her head and onto the stone pavement a few steps ahead of her. She scurries over to the hat and bends over to pick it up. A single teardrop falls onto the ground from her left cheek as Lyra grabs the hat and tugs it back onto its original position on her head.

"It still hurts after all, but this isn't the time to cry, isn't that right father?", With a nod of affirmation to herself, Lyra wipes dry her eyes and continues along her path carried by a strengthened will and one faithful promise.

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"Ah... its morning already," Crystal gazes out of the window of her room as the sunlight forces her to avert her eyes away into her room. Her sleep last night had underwent terribly with only five hours of sleep on her part. As she climb out of bed, memories of yesterday's events floods her head, dampening her mood for the day. The girl whom she thought had been buried deep at the back of her mind returned back with all those hurtful memories. All of those hurtful memories were playing repeatedly in her mind throughout the night.

"Its okay Crystal, it'll probably be the last time I will ever see her," Crystal assures herself continuously as she puts on her uniform and proceed downstairs for breakfast. On the dining table downstairs lay a pink lunch with a small note stuck onto its cover.

"She really didn't have to," Crystal removes the note and slot the box into her bag as she walks into living room. Peering into the living room, not a single soul is to be found, saying that both her grandparents are probably on their walk somewhere in the neighbourhood. After confirming that fact, Crystal bids the house goodbye as she makes her way to school.

"Hey, have you heard? A new transfer student is going to class 1-D today! The best part is, I heard it is a cute girl!", as Crystal arrive to class, she overhears the casual conversations of her male classmates and notices a particular one amongst the crowd. Clenching her fist, she walks steadily to the spiky hair student who seems to be the ring leader of this group.

"So you see, I saw her in the office greeting the homeroom teacher just now and she is so cute, too bad she isn't joining our class, we seriously have a lack of beautiful girls here", he goes on rambling as the other males students starts to distance themselves away from him at the approaching ominous aura behind the boy.

"Gold, mind repeating that?" Gold flinches before slowly turning to face the raging demon god behind him cracking her fists.

"Anything to say for yourself Gold?", in her menacing voice, Crystal confronts Gold who sighs and resigns to his fate with his arm outstretch.

"Gold!", hordes of his male classmates watches Gold from his back as he stands valiantly in front of them. Gold turns his head slightly and offers them a thumbs up with his outstretched left hand. Gold turns to face Crystal with the perverted spirit of the ten men behind him as he awaits his inevitable end. Even so, Gold couldn't betray his beliefs and moral upbringing, not that it is any good in the first place.

"She was really cute!", Gold could hear his men screaming his name behind him but it quietens down when Crystal begins her usual recorrection session with him. After she is done, Silver enters the classroom, picks up the remains of Gold and slump him back in his seat. It has become a usual routine for the trio so no one really pays any attention to it.

On the other side of the corridor, a lone girl stands outside the door awaiting for the homeroom teacher's signal to enter classroom. Steadying her breathing, she starts playing with her chestnut hair and twirling her twin tails. After a debrief from the teacher, she hears the command to get in and promptly open the door and step into the classroom. Much to her surprise, cheers erupts from the classroom the moment she step in. The girl finally makes her way up to the front of the classroom and face the class as they await her introduction.

"Lyra here! Nice to meet everyone!"

To be continued!

Author's note: Finally got the chance to finish this chapter! The 1-D class also happens to be the class the Hoenn duo resides in. Crystal's father also happens to be buried in case it isn't obvious enough.

Twiggeon: Might wanna favorite this in case you forget again. :p

Deltra 307: Do point out where I overused the commas in future stories, in the mean time I'll look through. Really appreciate it.