Warning: the following chapter holds a lot of mood setting and no actual action.
I still don't own Pokemon and I don't own the concept of "Reborns".
National Suicide Hotline Number: 1-800-488-3000
Call if you need help.
"Normal" is not "what's common"... It's who you are. Damn rich people think that everyone can afford to be pampered after all.
"Well, time for breakfast," Tyrone grinned at me, "and for you to join the other Torchic."
"(The other Torchic?)," I sat back down. I let my own thoughts wonder off. I don't remember what I thought of exactly, but it was something similar to this.
My feelings towards Torchic are plane and simple. I detest the entire species and wish them all to go into the Great Abyss and never come out. Even today, in this body of mine, I still hate them. It's for no reason in particular. BUT heres my list...
Remember when I said that everyone and their grandmother already has a Torchic... that wasn't an exaggeration. Everyone has a Damn Torchic. If not a Torchic then it would be some other Fire Pokémon that you then use to catch your own. Our town is somewhat cut off from the rest of the region because of the mountains and canyons on all sides. It has always been dangerous to travel, due to the many Rock-types. Even our Bird Pokémon don't like to migrate when the time comes.
So our little city of Golnar is chock full of the Chick Pokémon. They breed like Busy Buneary. Their population is only a fraction away before they officially become pests. Though, I always thought of them as pests anyway. And, as if their numbers weren't enough, they were cute.
I have nothing wrong with cute, but girls love cute. So since all of our Water-types are severely limited to the fire department, the rest of us can only choose from the other two Pokémon Types as starters. The Grass-types that we receive are usually never chosen. Firstly, because they weren't cute or "cool" like fire-types. Second, because of the Fallacy of being weak. Over the years, they have been frowned upon as useless in our culture.
That, of course, is not true! They grow old and weak due to neglect! If only people would actually work with them instead of throwing them in cages for their entire lives! Then... Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to rant there, but it's not right how they treat them. I made it my life's mission to prove to the people of Golnar just how powerful the Grass-type could really be.
Well, it was my life's mission. That was until Team Rocket had to show up and ruin everything for me.
About the time I got to the thoughts of throwing Grass-types in cages, my thoughts were interrupted by the second or third most annoying sound in the world. The first being "it's a small world after all" in any language. The second is girls so... it's the second and a half most annoying sound.
"(Hi, my name's Fia! What's yours?)," her voice called. I only then noticed that another Torchic face was staring at me with it's big dark eyes.
"(What the Hell!)," was all that I could blather out before...
"(Well, that's a funny name.)," she tilted her head, "(For someone as cute as you.)"
"(Where did you come from! I didn't hear you come...)," suddenly, I noticed where I was, "(outside?)"
"(You're silly Hell.)," Fia giggled innocently, "(I was already outside. You just got out here.)"
I was outside. I knew right up front that it had to be the back of Ms. Kay's house. There was a Hen house and a stable. A lone Rapidash stood asleep inside the stable's gate. There were a few dog houses next to the stable, but they were all empty. All of these buildings were inclosed by a chain link fence.
"(Is he your human?)," she giggled again, not even giving me the chance to open my mouth, "(Wow, that's great, sure wish that I had a human, What's his name, oh guess it doesn't matter, why are you white, did you fall in a vat of white wash, this one time, I fell in a big bucket of white wash, well, actually, I was pushed, so that means that I didn't really fall in, but I was white for like a whole week, everyone made fun of me, do others make fun of you because your white, I know that I would never-)"
"(Out of my way!)," another Torchic ran in between us.
...Thank God... Never thought I'd say that about a Torchic...
"(Kegan, save some for the others!)," a tall Combuskin followed the one that passed us, "(Oh hello. You must be the new Chick. Wow, you really are white.)"
"(Gee, thanks. I really had no Idea what color I was.)," I remarked sarcastically.
"(Na huh, you did so, I told you, remember I said "Hi my name is Fia, what's-")"
"(I was being sarcastic!)," I shrieked.
"(So cute.)," the Combuskin was able to smile slightly, "(Well, you two better hurry up before Kegan eats all of the feed.)"
"(Yeah, hurry up Hell!)," Fia pulled at me with her short wings. Even if I was starving to death, I wouldn't eat Torchic feed.
"(No, thank you... and my name's not Hell.)"
"(Why not? Hell's a great name.)," the Combuskin patted me on the head, "(Your parent's must have really high expectations for you if they named you that.)"
...shouldn't being named Hell would mean that I was a handful or something?...
"(Well, my parents didn't name me 'Hell' okay.)"
"(Then what is your name?)," Fia asked before suddenly running off.
"(Hey, where are you going)," would be what normal people would ask in this situation. I was just glad to be rid of her, so I didn't even think to ask.
"There you are Milkshake," someone called. I didn't even have time to react. I was picked up by none other than Kayla.
"How's our favorite little Torchic," her sister Christan was right behind her.
"(Milkshake?)," the Combuskin snickered. He was trying to hold back the laughter, "(Did I hear her right? The human's named you Milkshake!)"
"Hey, you two put Milkshake down," Brandy came back, "Milkshake needs to interact with the other Pokémon."
"Why?"
"(Milkshake! Muwahahaha!)," the Combuskin finally fell to the ground and laugh his butt off screaming in between laughter, "(Hahahaha! Milkshake! Hahaha! Ah huh... Milkshake! Ahahahahaha!)"
"Or else they'll start laughing uncontrollably," Christen asked.
"Well, no, but I'll add that to the list of reasons why," Brandy sighed, "by the way, why are you dressed in, um, normal clothes? Don't we have school today?"
... Normal clothes? Well, I guess for rich people that is normal...
"No, turns out. After... you know," Kayla was trying to be gentle, "John's suicide. They canceled school for the rest of the week."
"So I got up extra early for nothing," Brandy dropped the bucket of feed.
"Yeah, so you don't have to wear that silly uniform," Christen was cheerier than usual, "Awe, look at all the Torchic!"
A whole heard of Torchic swarmed in and swiped as much feed as they could get.
"Hey, that's my shoe," Brandy screamed as a few Torchic pecked for seeds, "Ow! Stop that! That's my foot!"
Brandy had to start hopping from one foot to the other as the little demons pecked at each one, " Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!"
"Awe, how cute. You're dancing for them," Christan was so dense. I couldn't help but snicker myself.
"(If that's what he gets for kicking me, then Thank You Karma!)," I cheered quietly to myself.
In our town there are four distinct groups of people.
The first are the Outsiders. Very Rare to come and they don't stay long. Basically, they are travelers who wish so sell or trade something with our town for a small profit.
The second is the Lower Class. Lower Class locals consist of farmers, small merchants, and even servants to the forth group. Lower Class work hard for very little money and is rare for one to be able to attend our school.
The third group is the Middle Class. Mostly people who still work for a living, but not nearly as hard as the Lower Class. They make up the majority of the student body.
The forth and final group is were I happened to land in.
"Little Miss, it's time to get up," Margaret, the maid, knocked on the door, "it's almost 8 o'clock."
"School's canceled," I groaned, "I'm not feeling too well."
That's right. I'm High Class. A spoiled rich girl. Bread to be the Emblem of Perfection, the Creme de la Crop and the Essence of Elegance... and Mew, I hate every moment of it. Everyday there is practically nothing to do. Even since I started going to school, I was still bored out of my mind. I wanted to do the things that I used to do before I wound up here.
"Your parent don't wish for you to waste perfectly good sunlight," Margaret said as she entered my room.
"Lier," I muttered under my breath, "since when do my parents care what I do."
"Fine," she opened the curtains, causing sunlight to fill the room, "I'm the one that doesn't wish to see you waste away in here."
"You have better ears than my mother did," I sighed, "I don't even think that she can hear me anymore."
"I beg your pardon, Miss Jade," Margaret stopped tying the first curtain,"but your mother still has her hearing."
"Right, sorry."
"Why must you insist on making such comments about the Mrs.," she complained, though I always told her the same answer.
"Because you're more of a mother than that she-witch."
"I would rather not hear such comments about the Mrs.," she exhaled as she tied off the second curtain open, "She has been an excellent Mistress over the years."
"No offense, Margaret," I yawned as I got out of bed, "but you're paid to say that."
"So I get a little something-something for my honesty," she then got to making my bed, "Why not take Louis out for a little walk today? He's been depressed that he doesn't see his favorite person."
"You know what," I said as I took a look at the golden trinket I found near the school, "maybe I will. I'd like to try something out anyway."
I headed down the hall to Louis's (Pronounced "Louie", it's French) room.
...I didn't even have my own room when I was like him...
...What am I thinking!...
...I'd trade it all right now just to be with my real mother again...
I griped the Medallion tightly, as I reached the door leading to Louis's room.
...That's why, I have to do this...
Slowly, I opened the door. Louis was still asleep in his bed. I could see the lump under the covers. I wondered if he'd like the idea of what I had store for him. I took the Medallion out from under my night shirt.
"Open," I whispered so that I didn't wake Louis.
It glowed for a second or two as it's power took effect over his body.
"Hey, Louis," I saw his head pop up, "you want to try something fun?"
A little later inside, I was massaging my feet. I had some open sores from where the Torchic had pecked their way into my shoes trying to get the feed that had seeped through the crevasses.
"Ew! Brandy," Kayla whined, "Put those things away!"
"You are way overdo for a Pedicure," Christen complained.
"Well sorry, but those Torchic ruined my sneakers."
"You mean these old things," Christen asked, pointing to a pair of brown shoes lying on the ground.
"My God, they look horrible," Kayla gasped.
"I know I wouldn't be caught dead in those things," Christen agreed.
"And just look at that color, Yuck!"
"The color? I'm still trying to get over their lack of style."
"Um, I hate to burst you two's bubble," I lifted what was could only be recognized as torn pieces of cloth, "but these are the shoes that the Torchic ruined. Those are my school shoes."
The twins stared at them for a second more, "We see why you're disappointed."
"(Let me IN!)," Milkshake continued to scratch at the door, "(Please, for the love of God, let me in!)"
"Gee, he sounds like he's being tortured out there."
"It's for his own good Kayla," I said as I threw my ex-shoes away, "he needs a good home and he can't keep following me around."
"Well, why not," they both asked simultaneously.
"We have to go back to school on Monday, remember," I asked sarcastically, "You both know the school rules better than I do."
"Why would those silly rules be a problem?"
"Let's see, Rule One: each student is only permitted to carry one Pokémon at any given time on Campus. Two: the Pokemon must remain inside their Pokéballs during curricular class hours."
"Oh, I see," Kayla got it, "You don't want Milkshake to be inside that cramped Pokéball for long periods of time."
"Exactly," I explained, "he's still a baby and he needs to be around his own kind."
"(I don't want to live here with these Monsters!)"
"(Who are you calling a monster, you little piece of human filth!)," I was attacked from behind by one of the other little monsters with a Scratch attack.
"(How is this different from high school.)," I groaned as I fainted.
I lost a fight... to a Damn Torchic... Again!
Please Review or PM me if you have any questions about Golnar or anything else in the story.
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What do you think the Phoenix Gate (Medallion) does? (I know now!)
AN: The Torchic in this world are given fire based names. Torchic parents name them based off of their expectations for them. For example: if the name means something small like "Sparky" then the parents don't expect much from them. A name like "Hell" holds one of the greatest expectations.
Also, the same can be said about the reverse. "Milkshake" is an insulting name, Literally. While something like "Arctic Abyss" would be the equivalent of "Hell" as an insult.