Let it be said I was always a good big brother. Maybe not the greatest or the smartest but I was a good big brother for all that mattered. Unfortunately, some things were just never taken into account. A prime example would be the day my sister and I fell through some strange portal. If that isn't enough by the time I even remembered I had a little sister, well let it be known I felt like literal sh*t. But that is not how this all began, we have to start further back, before the fall and lost memories...
I was just a young boy with a dream to follow within his grandmother's footsteps. To become a good person while battling gyms and training my own Pokemon. As time came to pass, I noticed battling and earning badges just wasn't for me. So at the age of 12, I left my home region to explore the world and find my own purpose within. For a short time it worked I was happy to see the world and learn more about the special bonds made between pokemon and humans. I was content with my life, until I wasn't and no matter how much I tired, something was also missing. I just felt... I felt so lonely.
That's what this was, loneliness, and it all began when I had to learn about my own grandma's passing from an assistant at my parents research facility. They could even bother to tell me themselves, of course they didn't. I was the unwanted child, the boy they never asked for, nor did they ever want. My "parents" have always wanted a little girl to call their princess and when they had me instead, well it was my grandmother who raised me herself, watching me grow, and giving me unconditional love.
I won't lie and say I was never hurt at the time, with having my parents so close yet so far away. Because it did, it hurt so much when I was pushed out of their way, ignored when walking into the same room as they were in, not once held, hugged, or kissed goodnight. It was as if I simply didn't exist to them and hurt so much that any effort to gather any semblance of attention and love from them was never enough. But I guess in a way it was what brought me my best friend and long time partner Dragonite.
If it wasn't for their negligence amd my want to feel worthy of their love, I might have never put in as much effort to see the (back then) baby Dratini back to full health. It had recent been rescued from poachers and lost it's family, there was word going around that it will not survive the night and so my parents just left it alone to pass away. It was then that I snuck into its enclosure as a final attempt at winning any praise from them.
Long story short, we found comfort in each other and before we knew it Dratini was fully recovered and happy to stay by my side. I finally had someone who liked me and wanted me around. (Not including my grandmother, who at the time, I thought was looking after me out of pity. Or so I heard, coming out of the mouths of my DNA doners.) Looking back I should jave never doubted the love that my grandma held for me, but I was still young and didn't fully understand how things worked the way they did.
I knew then right before the start of my journey that I wanted to become just like my grandmother. Or at least the type of person she was. For without her gentle kindness, and compassionate heart I would have probably grown up to be such a bitter and angry person. It was through her that I learned how not to hold other's opinions about myself above the way I look or feel about myself. It was through her I learned how to be independent and when it was okay to be dependent on someone else. I learned to stop looking towards other to give me validation when the only ones validation that matters was my own. But now the one person I knew I could always lean on and seek advice from was gone, and I wasn't even told or invited to her funeral and that felt as if i was a child all over again. Being forgotten and ignored by those who should have raised and loved me.
It was later on, about four or five years later that I briefly went back home, finally working up the courage to visit my grandma's grave. I was maybe 16 or 17 years old, and I will say even if my own mother did not love me she surley at least loved my gran. Her grave is located at the far back of our home, near the patch of wildflowers always in bloom. Of course I didn't stay long maybe a couple days to pick up a couple sealed boxes left to me and a letter. Till this day I haven't gotten the worked up the nerve to read or open anything. Always carrying them with me in my bags.
After that, my lonely life went on without a hitch and as they always say be careful with what you wish for. As if the universe had been listening in on me, it was nearly two years later that even bigger news was delivered to me by yet another one of my parents lab assistants. I had somehow aquired a baby sister whom I never wanted or cared for. (I am ashamed to say I hunged up the phone faster then you could say ¡Oh my Arceus!)
I will admit I was jealous of know that my parents have finally gotten the princess that they always wanted and asked for. That was until I realized that the same assistant kept reaching out to me for weeks until I finally had enough to pick up the phone.
Apparently my baby sister has been left in the care of said assistant due to new information (and resources) coming to light on one of my parents many projects. At this point she was calling to ask me to get in touch with my parents and reasonably get them to spend time with their two year old, because at this point the baby (now known as Avia) was begining to call Sopie (the lab assistant) mama.
This of course came to me as a shock, becuase growning up all I ever heard was how disappointing it was to have not been born a girl. How heartbreaking they where to here the news of it being a boy. And now that they do, finally, have a girl to hold, to love, and to cherish, she is pushedto the side all in the name of their research.
No matter how bitter the news was to me at first, I could not sit by and hear what my parents have done now that they have the opportunity to raise this precious baby girl. For obvious reasons, I never wanted to see or talk to them again, but I had to at least try to help her have the life and relationship I always wanted with our parents.
Sadly our talk didn't even happen, as those people have written me off as a distant relative and had no reason to want to communicate with them. I had to come up with a different way to help Avia as I was unable to make the trip back to Kalos and meet with Sophie. It was only thanks to Sophie that we were both able to come up with a short term plan while I was away working on my career. As long as I called every weekend and remembered to sent payment for food and other necessities, she would watch Avia until either our parents or I can come and collect Avia, as Sophie believed she should be raised by family and not a stranger. In all honesty, she was a lifesaver, as the professor I was interning under was strict.
Fast forward another couple of years, I was called from a Poke-Hospital. Seeing as I was written down as Sophie's and Avia's emergency contact, I was among the first to know of the tragedy that struck. The research facility that my parents worked in had blown sky high. And seeing as how Sophie was living in the facilities dormroom with Avia, they had been near the incident when it happened and swiftly taken to the nearest Hospital.
I dropped everything without any sort of explanation to the head professor. And on the fastest flight back. It felt as if their was a whirlpool in my stomach, as dread filled me. I didn't know much of how or if my sister was okay but I just knew I had to get be there yesterday. I shouldn't have been putting the visit aside, for months Sophie had been hinting at wanting me to meet with Avia face to face instead of through video chat. Fearing I wouldn't be good enough for Avia, I always made up excuses as to why I couldn't go. Maybe if I had put on my big boy pants, they wouldn't have been caught in the blast.
And that is how I ended up back in Kalos, where I learn of the passing of one special lab assistant named Sophie Bloomfield. It's also where I learned that Sophie has been telling the townfolk that my baby sister is actually my daughter, while said "daughter" grew up believe me to be her father. How was I supposed to know ba-ba was not baby talk for big brother? I thought only papa was meant for father. Not like I can say anything now, Sophie had done the one thing I couldn't and that was taking care of Avia even if she did raise her in belive of me being her Dad, after realizing how wonderful our parents are at not raising their own children.
Note: This has not been edit as I had somehow lost the rest of this chapter and had to rewrite it all. Hopefully the next chapter will be uploaded properly. And I promise to have a copysaved so I wont have to rewrite anything.
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