Author's Note:
Hiya! Yeah... I've been away for quite some time... Sorry. Real life is a pain. Also, my writing style is a bit different now. Anyway, I'm back now and have a chapter for you. So... Sara and Mew get sugar... Wonder what will happen and how the others will handle it. To those who have sent OCs, I thank you, but I need the forms for their Pokemon filled out before I can have them show up in the story. If I need a character who hasn't been taken yet, I will make that character up, myself. Also, if you haven't noticed by now, I do Crystal first, then Dialga. So you get to see what is happening with both. You've most likely already noticed that, though, and I am just boring you. Oh, and I've done some editing to this chapter, just so ya know. Well, I've bored you long enough with my ramblings, so on with the fic!
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon in any way, shape, or form. If you think I do, then you are officially insane. I do, however, own Crystal Diamonddew and Sara Dusk HeartFord.
"Sara! Please wait up!" Crystal called after said girl, running after the human Soullight had taken to calling 'little Miss Hyper'.
"She's not going to listen, Crystal. Trust me, I know." Said Deathheart, sighing. (Purr lion, purr. Purlion, lion.)
"What else is new? Little Miss Hyper here seems know only two ways of getting anywhere. Run, and run faster." Soullight called down to them, adding his two cents as well. (Tree? Treecko treecko cko tree. Cko, treecko.)
Crystal, Soullight, and Deathheart were all chasing after Sara, who had been running after something she had spotted even though it was long gone now. Soullight had taken to the trees and Deathheart was keeping pace with Crystal.
It had been daybreak when they had left the house of the nice old lady who had let them stay the night. The lady had called herself Lily Lightfeather, and had told them that her ancestor, Dawn, had saved the two Legendary Pokemon Dialga and Palkia from being controlled by Cyrus several centuries ago.
When it was time for them to leave the next day, Lily had given them some berries to help them on their way. Crystal and Sara had received two Sitrus, and two Leppa berries each. Crystal had also received a Rawst berry, while Sara had received a Chesto Berry. After putting the gifts into their packs, they thanked Lily and left for Sandgem Town. Only, on the way there, Sara had spotted what she called a 'big thing' (though no-one else had seen anything out of the ordinary) and had started running after it. Hence the chaos of chasing after the girl.
"Sara!" Crystal called, panting as she ran after the girl who seemed to have too much energy for her own good. "Please slow down! I can't keep up this pace for long!"
Sara finally started to slow and waited for Crystal to catch up.
"Well, why didn't you say so, silly?" Sara asked.
"You didn't give me any warning. Anyway, what did you see?" Crystal asked, panting. Soullight and Deatheart also caught up, panting hard themselves.
"Um... I forgot..." Was Sara's Maripish reply. Crystal, Soullight, and Deatheart sweatdropped.
"So... We ran off the path, got ourselves lost, and exhausted ourselves just for nothing at all?" Soullight asked, annoyed. (Cko... Treecko, tree tree, cko tree tree treecko?) Sara looked at the Treecko in confusion. Crystal sighed and translated what her starter had said.
"Oh! Um... Sorry?" Sara said, looking even more Maripish than before, then returned to being confused. "We're lost?"
"The rest of us were too busy trying to keep up with you to pay too much attention to where we were." Crystal explained, tired and exasperated.
"Oh..." Sara said, not knowing what else to say. Crystal just sighed, Deathheart doing the same a second later, causing Crystal to giggle a bit.
"Even your starter is exasperated by your hyperness." Crystal said with a smile. Sara laughed. Just then, they were cut off by the sound of a Pokemon crying out in pain.
"What was that? It sounds like a Pokemon is hurt!" Crystal said, running off in the direction of the sound. Soulight, Sara, and Deatheart looked at each other before running after the girl.
They arrived at a clearing to see a terrible sight. In the center of said clearing, there was a boy beating a Ralts with a stick, and he was doing way more than was necessary to catch a Pokemon on your own. The boy was pale-skinned, with black hair and green eyes. He wore a brick-red shirt and navy-blue jeans, with white sneakers. How the boy had found a Ralts (which was a very rare Pokemon to find, unless you went to someone who bred them) was unknown, even more so since Ralts tended to stay away from any hostile emotions, though if the boy was demented enough that he might actually enjoy causing harm enough to fool even a Ralts with his emotions...
"Hey! You there! Leave the poor thing alone, you bully!" Crystal called out as the boy smacked the Ralts upside the head with the stick. The boy's head turned to Crystal at the shout.
"Why don't you mind your own business! This thing here needs to learn a lesson." He called back, kicking the Ralts in the side, causing it to cry out in pain and fear as it fell to the ground.
"Stop, please!" Crystal begged as she ran over. "The poor thing is badly hurt and is terrified!"
"Like I care," The boy snorted. "It thought sneaking away from training would be a good idea, it needs to learn a lesson that no-one crosses me and gets away with it." Crystal was horrified that someone would go this far just to 'scold' a disobedient Pokemon. All you needed to do with disobedient Pokemon was ask what was wrong and work it out from there. No need to physically harm them for simply not doing as they were told. Or even yell at them most of the time, though sometimes they wouldn't listen unless you yelled, but that was a different story entirely from physical, mental, and emotional abuse. Occasionally (as in, only when absolutely necessary to be heard) yelling to make yourself heard was okay, beating up the poor thing was another thing entirely.
Crystal walked over to the Ralts and picked it up, feeling it tremble in pain and fear. She felt something stir deep inside her, but decided to think on that later.
"There is no reason to hurt the poor thing. Battles are one thing, as long as they are willing, abuse is another thing entirely. And the poor Ralts is scared and in pain. It's not going to listen to you like this." She said, locking eyes with the now very angry boy. Sara, Soullight, and Deathheart walked over.
"Crystal! How is the young one? I can tell just by looking that he is very young. Too young to be away from the nest, let alone fighting!" Soullight said to his trainer as he ran up onto her shoulder. (Tree! Cko tree? Treecko tree tree. Tree cko cko, Treecko!) Crystal looked over to him, startled, before gently hugging the Ralts to her chest.
So, the poor Ralts is male? I guess I should have known that Soullight would be able to tell instantly... She thought, before returning her attention to the boy.
"This little one is very young. It shouldn't even be away from the nest, like Soullight said." Crystal told the boy, who looked like he was going to punch something.
"I don't care what you, or anyone else, has to say!" He yelled at her, causing the poor Ralts to jump and whimper. "That Pokemon is going to be mine once I have the Poke ball and no-one is going to tell me how to handle my Pokemon!"
"You haven't even caught it yet?" Sara asked, piping in at last. The boy turned his glare to her.
"No. But I don't need to! I found it first, I'm the only one to catch it!" He said angrily.
"I'm not letting you have this still-wild Pokemon back just so you can beat him up again!" Crystal said, anger finally overcoming her shock at the cruelty, deciding to take action in the only way she could this far from any police station or Pokemon center. She placed a protective hand on the Ralts, trying to calm it down without touching any sore spots from the beating he had received from the boy.
The boy was furious. He pulled out a Poke ball and glared at Crystal in such a way that if the saying was true that looks could kill, she would have been dead six hundred times over by now.
"I'll destroy your Pokemon before I let that happen!" He yelled at her. Crystal frowned and looked at Soullight before giving a silent nod. Soullight nodded back and leaped down off her shoulder to land on the grassy ground in front of his trainer.
"A Grass type?" The boy snorted. "Puh-lease. This will be easy!" Soullight glared at the boy.
"I am no push-over! And I don't care what type of Pokemon you have, I will give this my all!" Soullight yelled at the boy, even though the boy couldn't understand a word the Treecko was saying. (Treecko Tree-cko! Tree Tree Treecko tree, cko!)
"Be careful, though, Soullight. I don't know where we are and we may be very far from a Pokemon Center." Crystal said quietly, just loud enough for her Treecko and the wild Ralts to hear. She wouldn't put it past Sara's Purlion Deathheart to overhear, though, but she trusted the kitty.
The boy let out a dismissive snort and tossed his Poke ball into the air. The ball opened and when the flash disappeared, a Houndour was standing on the grass in front of its trainer. Soullight took a single step back out of caution, but did not truly back down.
"I am Nick O' Sho-ran. This is my Houndour, Bloodfang. Prepare to be crushed!" The boy, now known as Nick, yelled at Crystal.
"I am Crystal Diamonddew. This is my Treecko, Soullight. Time's flow is our last chance!" Crystal did not know where that last bit came from, but she decided to leave that for later. The reason why they stated their names, though, as because of proper battlefield conduct. Something that was taught to everyone since they were little, as a matter of fact.
"Isn't 'Bloodfang' a name normally reserved for males? That Houndour is female. Not that I have a problem with female combatants, but her name... Unless the name is neutral-gendered and I was unaware until now?" Soullight asked. (Tree 'treecko' treecko tree? Tree. Tree tree cko cko, tree... Tree tree treecko cko tree treecko?)
"No, you are correct. The name 'Bloodfang' is normally reserved for the males of my kin. For females, it is normally 'Bloodlust' if our trainers or parents care to name us that kind of thing. My trainer seems to be unaware of the fact that I am female, however." The Houndour known as Bloodfang was surprisingly polite. (Dour, hound. Our 'hound' houndour hound. Houndour, our 'hound' dour hound hound. Dour hound dour dour, our.) She seemed to be more amused by her trainer's mistake than anything else, though her eyes showed sorrow when she looked at the still-terrified Ralts.
"You do realize that your Houndour is female?" Crystal asked. That threw Nick for a bit of a loop before he recovered.
"So? Like I care what gender the thing it!" He said. Bloodfang just sighed.
"I don't know why he is like this, but my persona is different from a 'normal' Houndour's. I am more gentle by nature. Something he doesn't care for, but he's put up with me so far, as long as I obey him." Bloodlust said. (Houndour dour, hound our dour 'our' houndour. Dour hound houndour. Hound dour, our houndour dour, hound.)
"Shut up and attack, Bloodfang!" Nick yelled at his Houndour. Bloodfang sighed and started with an Ember attack. Soullight dodged the attack and tried an Attract that hit, causing the Houdour to start looking at him like a love-sick puppy. Dodging a (rather random) makeshift Tackle attack (no Houndour learns Tackle, but even humans can use a makeshift version of the attack), the Treecko used pound on Bloodfang's back, causing her legs to collapse under her, before using Hidden Power to finish the fight.
Crystal was a bit surprised that she didn't have to call out any attack, and Nick was too busy cursing at her Pokemon to be of any use to his.
"Um... Nick? Your Pokemon has fainted..." Sara called out from the sidelines, Deathheart nodding.
"What?!" Nick demanded. Looking at his Pokemon as Soullight walked back over to Crystal, the boy pointed his Poke ball at the Houndour and returned her. Nick glared at Crystal.
"This isn't over! I will have revenge!" He yelled at her before running off into the forest, heading for the nearest Pokemon Center and obviously knowing where he was going.
Crystal sighed and knelt down before gently placing the Ralts on the ground, the poor thing crying silent tears of pain and fear, though he seemed to trust Crystal a bit. Remembering what Soullight had said about his age made more emotions roil through her than she knew what to do with. She wished that she could do something that would help...wait a minute...
Crystal pulled off her one-strap backpack and opened it. Finding the area of her bag that she had placed her Pokeballs in, she grabbed her Heal Ball. It was kinda prompt, and she had no idea on how to train a traumatized Ralts, but it was the best she had on her. She calmed herself first, knowing that anything remotely hostile in her emotions would scare the young one even more. She then lightly tapped the ball on the Ralts' head, causing it to open and take the Ralts inside. The Heal Ball rocked back and forth twice before clicking. Crystal had caught her second Pokemon, and it was a rare one. But she felt no victory. This was done to heal him with the Heal Ball's properties, not to take him for her own. She would leave it up to the nearest Pokemone centre to decide who kept this Ralts.
"We should take the same path Nick did," She said as she got up, clicking the ball onto her belt. "If we follow that path, we may find our way again."
"Alright," Sara said, as if rescuing injured Ralts in the middle of nowhere was like telling someone the weather. "Let's go."
At the Hall of Origin...
Dialga sighed. Whoever thought that giving Mew any amount of sugar was a good idea was insane. ...Or was a prankster and was bored. The metallic dragon ducked a flying cast-iron pan (where Mew had found that, the time dragon didn't know) and sidestepped a miss-aimed Water Pulse from Kyoger.
"Who gave Mew sugar? Since when has giving Mew sugar ever been a good idea?" Dialga growled as it dodged another random flying object (a bottle of dish soap this time (no idea where Mew found that, either)).
Don't know. I was just flying down the hallway when Mew suddenly threw a copper pot at me, Deoxys replied, going into Defense Form and using its shield to block a piano from colliding with it. Where is Mew getting all this stuff from, anyway? I don't remember any of this stuff being in the Hall of Origin earlier.
"I do not have a clue aside from teleportation... And it does not look like Mew is the one doing the teleporting." Dialga growled, using its tail to swat a flying two-ton piece of concrete away from Rayquaza, grunting a bit at the sting of pain doing so inflicted on the time deity's tail. Thankfully, its naturally thick, armored, metallic, scaly hide was more than strong enough to protect its tail from any real harm and the thick, strong muscles in that tail were more than powerful enough for swatting away heavy objects (flying or not) even without using Iron Tail.
"Thank you, Dialga." Rayquaza growled, nodding at the time dragon before ducking under a flying Mew, the Sky High Pokemon not interested in being struck in the head by the pink cat's reckless randomness.
"Welcome." Dialga growled in reply, sidestepping Mew as the New Species Pokemon came around again. Deoxys soon caught the pink feline as it shot by, purple gem flashing.
That is one problem solved. I can take care of Mew. The three of you find out who thought that this was a good idea and how Mew got a hold of all this. Deoxys said, the tentacles of its Attack From easily keeping Mew restrained. Dialga nodded. The DNA Pokemon might not be high up on the Legendary counsel, but it was a very good leader regardless, and one the Temporal Pokemon did not mind following. Of course, Arceus had the final say in anything, but the Alpha Pokemon was not here right now, so command normally fell to Dialga, the second most level-headed Legendary after Arceus itself. Didn't mean that Dialga liked leading those who should be able to figure most things out for themselves but instead insisted on acting like human kids. Actually, human kids would be easier to lead...
Dialga sighed mentally at that. Their previous mission to find the humans who would bond to them was put on hold for the moment, as they needed to deal with this thing with Mew first. Wasn't the first time the time dragon was more than a little annoyed.
Author's Note:
Yeah... Sorry, but Sara will have to have sugar next chapter. Also, while Nick may seem to be your average, abusive, bully of a rival, he's a fair bit more than that, and you will see that as time goes on. I had to edit the first two versions of this chapter, as they had been too out of sync with what I had originally had planned for this fic's story line. Sorry about any and all confusion!
Anyway, yes, I know Ralts are rare and a very young one even more so. Especially since Ralts can sense emotions, but this was something I wanted to do, and I wanted to explore the training of a Ralts who has been traumatized. Also, I did give some explanation as to the emotions bit in the chapter. Also I think that any Psychic type would be very smart from birth, and so develop mentally at a fast pace than most other Pokemon. I may or may not bring the Ralts' parents into the story, I'm still thinking on that, so...yeah...I'll get back to ya on that one, and if you have any opinion on it, telling me would be much appreciated. Also, I'm going to try to bring more emotion into my writing. I would also like to thank everyone who has stayed with me so far and those who have favorited and/or alerted my fic. It means allot to me. And thank you to all reviewers. Aaaand I've chatted my head off at you long enough, so, I'll see ya lot next chapter.
Dewdrop of Diamonddust, signing out!
P.S.: I own Nick O' Sho-ran. Just so ya know.
