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Default Now and Forever, Volume One: The Adventure


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Now and Forever

Part of The O'Brien Legacy


Now and Forever is and is going to be a well-written journey pokemon fan fiction. Also, various other elements (romance, a fantasy thing, some surprises, etc.) will be in the workings. I hope you enjoy this fic. This story is set in a region called Hakkou, a group of islands south of Japan, where there are many new pokemon and many gyms. Ash, May, and Brock are travelling Hakkou. Also, Max, who has gotten many pokemon, his starters being now Vigoroth and Sceptile, is planning to compete in the Hokkou league.

CHAPTER INDEX

Prologue
Chapter One: Curse of the Colt
Chapter Two: Gone
Chapter Three: A Chance
Chapter Four: Behind those Starry Eyes
Chapter Five: The Mocking-Bird, Part One
Chapter Five: The Mocking-Bird, Part Two
Chapter Six: From Master to Beginning, Part One
Chapter Six: From Master to Beginner, Part Two
Chapter Six: From Master to Beginner, Part Three
Chapter Seven: From Within
Chapter Eight: First Kiss, Part One
Chapter Eight: First Kiss, Part Two
Chapter Nine: Friends and Fights, Part One
Chatper Nine: Friends and Fights, Part Two
Chapter Nine: Friends and Fights, Part Three
Chapter Nine: Friends and Fights, Part Four
Chapter Ten: A Call to Arms
Chapter Eleven: Cyclone, Part One
Chapter Eleven: Cyclone, Part Two
Chapter Eleven: Cyclone, Part Three

Chapter Twelve: C.H.A.O.S. Ensuing [December 22, 2006]
Chapter Thirteen: Gypsy's Folly [December 25, 2006]
Chapter Fourteen [December 29, 2006]

Prologue


The large aircraft carrier churned through the waters, sending foamy white sheets of the sea into the air. Small, nimble aircraft zipped across the skies, practicing maneuvers such as barrel rolls, cork screws, and dives.

Soldiers stood, all identical in jet black armor, in a large room. They stood motionless, all the same height. A few had large stripes of gold, red, blue, and green running down there sides. They raised their long, black rifles in unison.

“This is the beginning of a revolution,” said the leader, a soldier whose armor was all blue. “You clones have been made to serve a purpose, and that is to destroy Scarlet Alliance and the Twilight Coalition! Your purpose is to conquer the great land of Hakkou in all its vastness! Our dominion will stretch from the Plains of Argoth to the Redwood Forests, from Wildcat Falls near Hillsburg to the Botantine Desert! We shall rule Hakkou, and then, the whole world! Slowly, our army is amassing. This is Nebula’s rebirth, and Nebula’s time to shine!”

All of the multitude of clones applauded. Nebula’s human agents, who stood behind the legions of clones, dressed in jeans and scarlet tank-tops applauded as well.

“Fellow agents and clones, may He be praised. May the High Lord, the leader of our nation, the person in whom we put our allegiances in, may He be worshipped as He is worthy of!”

~ ~ ~

Meanwhile, a small room was filled with six of the richest parents in the state. The Reo Grande Community Center was empty, except for that room. The first two were both short and red-haired. Their nametag read “Timothy and Rebecca”. The second couple was of average size, and their appearance made one think of the German. Their accent supported this hypothesis. The final couple was much tall, and they smiled as the man in front of them – dressed in a black suite with a small golden pin of two angel wings upon the arm – handed them adoption papers.

“Now, fill out the form as I have instructed. Remember, we of Team Angel can not help you with parenting, but if anything involving psychic powers were ever to arise, we request that you notify us immediately. As these three young boys were rescued from project work in an evil organization, that organization could want them back. Finally, give them love, for love will cherish even those born in an evil regime. For evil corruption arises even in those of the age of three.”

“Soon, my dear, we will have him,” said the man of the couple. He pressed her body against his. “Soon, oh Cynthia, we shall have a son. And we will call him Connor.”

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-Chapter One: Curse of the Colt-



A fiery colt strode through the pastures. His glossy red coat shone back the rays of the sun. As he rushed towards a man dressed in black leather, the wind whipped through his black mane and tail. He had out-ran all the other Charolts and Ponytas.

This colt was called Blaine. Some kid that had saw him on the day he was born, only four months ago. He must have liked the Cinnabar Island gym leader from Kanto. What did Kyle O’Brien care, though? Connor, his son, could rename him anyway.

Sporting a black leather jacket, Kyle coaxed the colt towards him. He quickly, yet gently, grabbed a pokeball with two blue stripes on a field of red. “Return, Charolt,” he whispered. The colt was gently sucked into the aura of red light that the ball had emitted. Kyle was flooded with memories: of his journeys, of his pokemon, of his first and only love, and of his boy as a young son, now at the age of thirteen. He hoped his son would have the same memories he did.


Placid pools of water stood calm in the gardens that sat in front of the house as Kyle O'Brien rode up in his Buick. The lush greens hedges, bushes, and vines intermingled with the indigo, cobalt, crimson, and gold-colored flowers and left the lush green grass surrounding it seem naked. A large tree sat in the middle of it all, its leaves colored a fiery crimson-pink. Some of the fallen leaves were lifted up into the air as Kyle drove past. The garden seemed to swing out as Kyle drove closer to the house, revealing a carefully laid foundation. On top of that were more and more layers of red and brown colored brick. The wall stood high, stretching to the two edges, and then they wrapped around and went on. On the top of the brick wall was a tiled brass roof. The house could be seen as far back as the eye could go. Kyle new this to be his home, his manor, his land. Kyle O’Brien’s shiny black Buick, with elegantly curving roof and classy front hood, slowed to a stop. Kyle stepped out. This was his, all his. And he loved it.

Walking into the house, Kyle exclaimed, “Honey, I’m home!” He handed his leather jacket to the butler and gently laid down the precious pokeball on an oaken table.

“Good afternoon, Master O’Brien,” the butler said cordially. “Did you enjoy your stay at Appleton Acres?”

“Yes,” Kyle O’Brien replied. “Where would Connor be?”

“Out in the back garden with your wife, Master O'Brien,” the butler replied, “reviewing the Pokemon Journey Academics Test.”

“Good,” Kyle said, making sure the pokeball was in hand.

Running out of the entry way, he rushed through the house. He ran down a hall towards a large sliding door. He passed two doors, one on each side. These two doors were entry to Connor’s room. To the left was a large entertainment room. To the back of that was a large flat-screened television. Blue leather couches faced the television in a u-shape.

To the right was a large basketball court, as Connor was one of the best basketball players at his school, Rio Grande Heights Academy. Both rooms had stairs leading up to his bedroom and computer room, as well as an old toy room.

The next two rooms were Kyle, and his wife, Cindy’s, rooms. Once again, to the left was an entertainment room. To the right, however, was a large room with separate habitats for each of the couple’s pokemon. In the middle of this room was a large battle-court. Both Kyle and Cindy were gym-leaders. Kyle was the leader of Rio Grande Valley gym, while Cindy resided over Rio Grande Ridge gym. Currently, Cindy was the official gym leader, but that could change any year. All Kyle, or any of the other ten gym-leaders in Rio Grande City, had to do was beat Cindy and then qualify as one of the twenty-one official gym-leaders in the region of Hokkou.

For pokemon masters in training, all twenty one official gym badges had to be obtained to qualify for the National Cup Tournament. All twenty states also held tournaments, in which a trainer needed to obtain a predetermined number of badges from gyms within that state to qualify for that tournament. The Elite Trainers Organization, a group of gym-leaders and pokemon trainers that were elected and given power to govern the National Cup and State Cup tournaments, had also recently added a Region Cup format. In this format, trainers had to obtain all official gym badges in that region, as well as two additional badge from each state.

Kyle wished his son to challenge both the regional format and national format. He wished for him to be as prestigious and talented as he was himself.

Kyle reached the door and threw it open. Rows and rows of gardens spanned towards the horizon. Green could be seem almost everywhere, except for where an occasional Japanese rock garden or pond or statue gently sat. The gardens were every design and came from every place on the world, at least all that could survive in the coastal climate of Rio Grande. Some came from South America, others European. Most were of plants, trees, and flowers, but some where rock gardens or statue patios.

Beyond the rows and rows of gardens, which were clearly divided with hedges, lay a large lawn. Trimmed daily, the lawn was always beautiful, even when the rarest of snowfalls came to the region. Looking around, Kyle walked through a vine garden, around a Kantanese rock garden, past an Arizonan desert garden, and through an area with monolithic sculptures of colorful candy.

He walked into a small, cozy garden, hemmed in by bright red brick fences. A patio was in the center, while rows of lilacs, roses, and tulips adorned the sides.

“Good afternoon, father,” Connor said coldly. He stood up to greet him. He was always like that, so cold and masked. Or thats what Kyle saw anyway. He wished his son would act more mature, more noble, like Kyle himself was.

“Good afternoon, Connor,” Kyle replied cordially to his son.

All his life, Kyle had been of the high class. He had been taught to speak, stand, sit, dance, train, catch, run, jump, hide, play, kiss, sleep, and treat others of both higher and lesser value, maturity, ability, intelligence, and class as a noble would. Just like its northerly neighbor Japan, Hokkou didn’t have nobles. The only place those could be found was in England. However, if Hokkou did have those of nobility, Kyle would have been one of the best.

“Now, about that test…”

~ ~ ~

“You have done very well, my son,” Kyle said approvingly. “Your journey begins tomorrow. You are well prepared, I presume?”

“Yes, father,” Connor replied.

“Grand. Your mother and I had planned to give it to you at morning brunch on the morrow. Since you have excelled, however, I shall give it to you now.”

“Great,” Connor said less coldly, “what is it.”

“Well, following the O’Brien family tradition…”

“No,” Connor whispered sadly, with a hope still lingering in his mind that it would not be what he thought it to be.

“Connor, please do not interrupt your father,” Cindy said.

“Thank you, Cindy,” Kyle said, glaring at his son. “Returning to what I was saying, following O’Brien family tradition, I have obtained for you a well-bred Charolt from Appleton Acres.

“No,” Connor whispered, “No, No, NO!” Connor slammed back his chair and stomped away into the house.

~ ~ ~

If anyone in Rio Grande Valley was angrier that Connor O’Brien, it would have had to have been Ash Ketchum. He glared at Max, who was relaxing on the other side of the restaurant they were in, called Slammer’s Steakhouse. Max. Ash loathed him. Their battle had been terrible.

~ ~ ~

"Return, Vigoroth," said Max patiently. His very first pokemon returned to his pokeball.

Ash Ketchum looked down at the ground. His last pokemon stood valiantly on the battlefield, his red claws pumping up and down in anticipation.

It hadn't been going well.

"Sceptile, finish this up!" Max said, calling out his fourth pokemon. A large, erect green lizard appeared.

"Crawdaunt, Bubblebeam!" said Ash quickly. His Crawdaunt didn't stand a chance. Still, he had to fight, to the last bit of energy left. His red lobster released a host of bubbles which zipped towards the lime-green lizard.

"Sceptile, Leaf Blade!" said Max smugly. Max's lime-green reptile charged forward, his two hands held over his head. They glowed white with pulsing grass energy.

"Crawdaunt, Iron Defense!" shouted Ash. His red lobster focused and summoned a wall of steel. The lizard sliced his two glowing white arms across the wall of steel, hardly scraping it.

"Great job, Crawdaunt," said Ash excitedly. Maybe he had a chance. "Crawdaunt, Headbutt!" Ash commanded enthusiastically.

"Ash, my friend, you have made your last mistake!" said Max. "Sceptile, Double Team while charging Solar Beam!" His reptile charged at the Crawdaunt, and began running around it. Soon, there were twenty Sceptiles in front of the lobster.

"Argh!" exclaimed Ash angrily. "Crawdaunt, Iron Defense once again!" His lobster covered itself in a steel coat of armor. "That should hold it!" Ash said with anticipation.

"Sceptile, fire the beam!" commanded Max. His reptile stopped his multiple copies and raised his arms to his chest. He released a beam of golden-orange energy.

"Hold on, Crawdaunt," Ash said hopefully. But the lobster couldn't.

The beam of golden-orange sun energy penetrated the steel armor, and exploded. The lobster was hurled across the field, and landed upside down, moaning in pain.

"Max Petalburg of Petalburg City defeats Ash Ketchum of Pallet Town!" said Brock.

Ash sighed. How had he done so poor?

~ ~ ~

Ash walked outside, his head down. The weight of his Pikachu felt like a ball of lead. Even his electric mouse wasn't chattering away as he normally did. No, it was a bad day for Ash Ketchum and his pokemon. All because of that stupid battle with May's bratty brother, Max.

“Ash,” May said from across the street, she stood near the café. Her orange tank-top and short black skirt stood out from the masses of people that rushed through the streets on the evening commute back home. They walked into the park and found an alcove hidden by lush jade hedges and sat down on a secluded bench. May took out her Pokemon Navigator. She began to press numbers on the little key pad.

“Who you calling?” Ash asked.

“My parents,” May replied. The PokeNav rang a dull tone.

“You better not,” Ash replied. He snatched PokeNav and turned it off.

“Ash, come on.” She looked down at her golden ring that was on her middle finger and delicately slid it off. “We got to tell them sooner or later. It’s been since Shinou that you asked me.”

“Yeah, I’ll take later,” Ash replied.

“Come on,” May prodded, laying her hand next to Ash’s. “They got to know.”

“Not right now,” replied Ash angrily. “I’m really upset about the battle I had with your bratty brother. And I still haven’t forgotten what you and Drew did at the Grand Festival in Charleston.”

“Ash, he’s not a brat. Anyway, I though we understood this. I was trying to get to back from Misty.”

“And I was trying to get you back from, who was it again? Oh yeah, that bratty "friend" of Max, Harley.” The word rolled off Ash’s mouth as if he were cussing.

“Which,” May added, “was a sick trick by my brother.”

“Yes,” Ash confirmed, “your bratty brother.”

“Ash,” May said angrily, “for the last time, he is not a brat. He’s just a little annoying sometimes.”

“Whatever,” Ash added. He put his arm around her body.

May stood up. “Ash, my brother is your friend. He just won the Indigo League a month or so ago, so he's still a little headstrong.”

Ash stood up to. “Listen May,” he murmured, “you're right. Max is pretty cool, actually. I mean, he's won the Hoenn and Indigo Leagues. I haven't even won one yet.”

“Don't get down, Ash. You're better than him, and I know it. Remember, the Battle Frontier counts as something, and didn't you win the Orange Island Championship before you came to Hoenn?"

"Oh yeah," said Ash happily, "I forgot about those."

"By the way, thank you,” May added. Suddenly, they were kissing.

“Hey guys,” said Brock as he walked into the alcove. “I’ve been looking for you for forever. Oh, May, there’s a former World Festival champion coming to the center at eight tonight. And Ash, they’re gonna’ have a pokemon festival here next week, too.” He looked up at them. “Oh, I see you’re busy.”

“Yes,” Ash replied, “center at ten tonight, right? See you there.” They were kissing again.

~ ~ ~

Hours later, Connor walked into the kitchen. He grabbed a donut and a can of Mountain Dew and walked down the hall and into his room. He plopped down on the couch, eagerly flipping channels to his favorite station - Pokemon Trainer Sagas.

The next day was just like any other, at least for everyone except Connor O’Brien. He paced nervously in his room. He had been so stupid yesterday afternoon. He wished he could take it back, but he couldn’t. A pokemon he hated was better than no pokemon. Finally, he heard footsteps.

He jumped out of his room. “Listen,” he said, “I’m really sorry about the way I was yesterday. I mean, I hear most of the kids in Africa don’t have pokemon at all. And that one guy, Ash Ketchum, he was stuck with a pathetic Pikachu. And I was reading about this one guy too, he…”

“Good morning, young Master O’Brien.” It was only Charles, the butler. “Err – perhaps it’s not such a good morning for you. Your parents wish to see you in the dining hall immediately. They have to discuss certain matters of your – err – what you will do on your journey.”

“Thank you, Charles,” Connor replied. “And by the way, Pikachus are not all that bad.”

“Yes, well, um – have a wonderful journey, young Connor.”

Connor ran off to the dining hall.

“Poor kid,” Charles muttered.
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Chapter two is made up of two flashbacks that Connor has. The first is humorous while the second is sad. This chapter numbers about seven pages in word.

-Chapter Two: Gone-


“Good morning, Connor,” his father said warmly.

“Good morning, Father,” Connor replied.

“Yes, my son,” Cindy said, “on the matter of your journey.”

“When can I go?” Connor asked.

His father frowned. “Unfortunately, we have decided that you will not go.”

Connor gasped. How could they? How could they take away his most precious chance he would ever have? His journey, his pokemon, his pokedex, his chance to escape the prison that was his home was gone. His chance to -Heather, the word rang through his mind like a ball of lead. For both he and his friend and soon to be rival, David Williams had liked Heather. And if Connor didn't go on his journey, David would snag her. His liking him for the past five years would be pointless.

~ ~ ~

It was an ordinary spring day in third grade. Connor, as usual, sat next to his three friends on the neatly trimmed, lush green grass. Kody Silvin, Ryan Taylor, and David Maxwell sat next to him. They were, as usual, dreaming their dreams: of being pokemon masters.

Everyday since pre-school they had met on the green grass, their field of dreams. And everyday since pre-school they had felt higher than the clouds ever morning and lunch recess.

Kody lifted his hand, which was cupped around an imaginary pokeball. “Go, Charasard!” he shouted. David jumped out in front of him.

“Its Charizard,” David corrected, “not Charasard!”

“Fine, Charizard,” Kody replied. “But you’re supposed to be saying Charizard, not speaking human.”

“Chari, ri, zar, ard,” David said in annoyance while he flapped his arms up and down and raised his neck.

“Okay,” Connor said, “go, Blastoise.”

Ryan jumped out in front of him. “Blast, oiz!”

And so, the mock battle began.

“Charasard,” Kody declared, “Flamethrower!”

David roared. He charged forward. He raised his head high into the air. He opened wide his mouth and shouted, “Char, Chariza, zard!”

“Blastoise, Hydro Pump!” Connor ordered. Ryan stomped forward, “Blast, oiz!” Ryan released a small squirt of spit. It hit David right in the stomach.

“Chari – zard,” David said, falling to the ground.

“Yeah, I win!” Connor exclaimed.

Ryan and Kody stood facing each other, on opposite sides of the lush green field. This was school, but for now, for these four friends, it was a dream come true. Nothing could change the feeling it gave them, of a cherry-topped sundae on a hot summer’s day, of a new pokemon training game for the Gameboy Advanced. It didn’t matter if it was a revisit to Kanto, it was a journey, and they loved it. Thus so they began every battle, dreaming how it would actually be to have a pokeball cupped in their hands.

Kody raised his hand in the air. “Go, Torchic!” he declared. Connor jumped out. He hopped on one foot; his hands were at his side, which made his elbows wings. These wings flapped up and down.

“Tor, tor, chic, chi,” Connor cheerfully chirped.

“Okay,” said Ryan, “Mudkip!” David jumped out. He wore a grey shirt that was sleek, smooth, and tight. He looked just like a Machop, except that he lacked extremely toned abs.

“Ma, chopp!” exclaimed Machop.

“Torchic, Ember,” Kody exclaimed. Connor raised his head. He opened his mouth, pretending to spew forth balls of white fire.

“Machop,” Ryan commanded, “Megafist!” David charged at Connor. His hand was raised. It gone without saying in this circle of dreamers and friends that attacks were always faked. This Megafist would be just like any other.

“Torchic, dodge it!” Kody said.
“Tor, chic, chic,” Connor chirped. He waited. Connor jumped out of the way, pretending to fake out David. But, instead of pretending to be faked out, David actually was faked out. He threw his fist to the left of where Connor had been. Unfortunately, Connor had just jumped to the left. David’s fist slammed right into Connor’s nose. Connor fell to the ground.

~ ~ ~

“Oh look, they’re doing those pretend battles again,” the girl sitting next to Heather Gordon said with distaste. Heather smiled, pretending to go along as she usually did.

Everyday the five prettiest, richest, most spoiled girls in grade two at Rio Grande Heights Elementary Academy sat upon a nearly normal, almost average, slightly superior bench and distastefully complained, commented, and gossiped about the other first, second, and third graders at the school. Even though hardly any one in grade two considered popularity, these five did. They were the critiques of the grade, if there ever were any.

Unlike her four friends, Heather hated gossip and ridicule. She preferred compassion, friendliness, and gentleness, especially when it came to the four cute, adorable, imaginative boys that pretended to be pokemon trainers. And in particular, she really liked the one boy that was just a little taller than the rest. His name was Connor. Still, her secret musings were exactly that, a secret no one knew. Almost all of the time she was able to mask her tone. She had become a master at this, and not only because of her four gossip-loving friends. She had secrets.

She had more secrets than could ever be imagined. She had never told how she had purposely broken a window, or covered her older brother’s room in finger-paint just to spite him. She had never mentioned her five accounts on fan-fiction forums about an anime series called Phantasiana. Nor had she ever admitted to stealing a magnet from Jimmy Smith’s locker. Of course, no one had ever expected her in any of these capers either. Yep, she knew how to play her parents, she was good at it, and she did it all the time.

“Aw, they look so cute when they do that,” Heather replied. She gazed at the four boys in fascination…

“You like him?” asked Ashley. She was the most energetic of the group. Her bright red hair seemed to power her constant energy. It never lost its shine or became dull, and neither did Ashley.

“Maybe…” Heather replied, half hearing, half ignoring.

“Eww,” another girl said in disbelief, “you must be joking. I saw my brother kissing last nice. It’s gross.” Two of the other girls nodded in agreement, for all of them were the youngest.

“You want to do that too?”

“Maybe,” Heather answered, distracted. She looked out at the four boys.

Suddenly, Connor fell over.

“Look’s like your little kissing boy fell over,” commented Ashley smugly.

“Oh no,” Heather exclaimed caringly. “I have to help him.” She ran over to Connor. The three boys looked on in fear and ignorance. Okay, thought Heather, perhaps they aren’t as intelligent as I though.

“What happened to him?” asked Heather.

“Oh,” Kody said, just seeing her, “David punched him.” Great, he though, the one girl Connor hates is the one that choose to help him.

“David, I do hope it was accident. Would you go get Miss Carston, please,” Heather stated authoritatively.

“Oh, it was,” replied David.

“Good, now get going,” Heather added.

“Okay, your wish is my command,” said David, blushing. He ran off. “Miss Carston, Miss Carston, Miss Carston!” Heather could hear him shout.

Heather gently padded down the grass around him and the gently stroked his light brown hair. “It’s going to be all right,” she whispered, feeling something from deep down inside her heart. “You’ll be fine.” Blood dribbled across his cheek.

Miss Carston came running from across the playground. The day hadn’t been good at all. Jimmy Smith still hasn’t found his Ampharos Rock Band magnet. Nor had Juan Cortez been able to make it to the potty. Being the recess supervisor for kindergarten to third grade was the hardest part of her job. Not to mention how her first grade class had handled the fire drill. And now this. What was happening?

Miss Carston opened up a special red purse that held a first aid kit. She grabbed a tissue. “Let’s see what we can do about this…”

Leaving her friends behind, Heather stayed with Connor all day as he suffered in the nurse’s room. She begged to go with him to the hospital, but was denied her wish. After Connor returned to school bearing a cast on his arm and a face mask to hold his dislocated nose in place, Heather stayed with him everyday. For the rest of the year she played with him, made sure the pillows under his arm were just right. Heather had been a friend then, and she had become one for the rest of the years at school.

~ ~ ~

Connor ran, up a hall and down a flight of stairs. He passed through a doorway, over a blue leather couch, up a flight of curving stairs and through another doorway. Connor jumped onto his bed. He looked up to the picture of Heather that hung above his bed. He cried. How the years had made a difference. He could hardly remember how he had hated Heather, and now he loved her with all his heart.

~ ~ ~

Like usual, they were sitting in the very top row of the gymnasium as below them five tenth graders took on five tenth graders from a rival school. This was basketball. This was normal. This would never change, or so Connor and the other fifth graders thought.

Connor, like he had been since kindergarten, was much taller than the rest of the grade. He stood up, looking beyond his friends Kody and David as they argued who would win the Pacific Cupp that year; he saw Heather and her four friends. They argued over who was prettier: the new Hakkou champion, Andy Ketchum, or the runner-up, Steven Stone. Beyond Heather’s friends was a geek basketball player by the name of Cory. Next him sat a rather good rock band by the name of “Dude, Where’s Your Pikachu?” Beyond the four punk rock fans were the algebra enthusiasts, numbering four, or the value of x in the equation x=1*8/(2+0)-(5*5/5-2.5*2). Finally, there was Ryan, the one that had been caught kissing Heather.

It had happened that fall. It had been a dreary day, and became all the more drearier when Ryan got caught kissing Heather. The teacher on duty had caught him, his long arms wrapped around her red hair. He had served a month's detention for his crime. Immediately, Connor and David had cast Ryan out of the popular crowd, for they both liked Heather. No longer was Ryan their friend.

Connor and his two friends looked down at the basketball. Although they were popular, they actually watched the basketball game, unlike most fifth graders. Unexpectedly, a low pitched bell dully rang over the cheering crowds at the basketball game. “Attention please! Will Mister Steele’s homeroom please report to the main office!”

Non-chalantaly, a group of twenty-five - one-fifth of the fifth grade, including Connor, Kody, David, Ryan, Heather, and Ashley - stood up from the bleachers. The group walked down a flight of stairs and down a long hallway. Nobody talked.

What could the problem be? Maybe Mister Steele had trouble getting Andy Ketchum to come to the school Saturday, a special treat for his class. Or maybe it was just one of his many Miltank that had another calf. For Mister Steele involved his class in many things. The group filed into to a large room marked “Principal Hackett.”

The group found the principal sitting in her large, leather chair. Salty tears slowly slid down her cheeks.

“Thank you,” she murmured between sobs, “for coming… to this room today.” More tears, salty and glistening, slid down her cheek. “Your teacher,” she sobbed. “Has. He has. He has passed away.” Tears poured out of her eyes and dripped softly off of her chin. “He lived. Well.”

The room fell silent. Tears flowed from a boy in the back. Then a girl behind Connor did the same. They sadly gazed at their feet, or looked longingly up at the ceiling. Others gazed nowhere in particular and close their eyes, remembering how their beloved teacher had helped them classify subspecies of Pikachus, or examine the skeleton of a dead Eevee, or maybe draw the symbols of the ancient civilizations and identify the pokemon that dwelled with them.

Others looked back at the first day of school, when he had brought in his Tyranitar, Arcanine, and Goldagle- a species of eagle native to Hakkou. Others, half laughing and half crying, remembered the odd odor of Ratatas and Raticates, Hamstas and Hamstos, a few Arboks and Sevipers, and even a rare species of Ariados, a specimen he had retrieved himself from the a secluded corner of the Amazon Rainforest in Southern America.

Connor remembered something different. He remembered in fourth grade when Mister Steel had been “Coach” for his basketball team. He also remembered that in fourth grade Mister Steele had asked him to join the Pokemon Academics Squad, a trivia club regarding pokemon for fifth graders only. He always had a different curriculum every year, or so Connor's teachers and his friends’ older siblings had told him.

And it was true. Each year Mister Steele taught something different. One year it was about animals, the next pokemon and the skeletons. The next year could be about battling or coordinating, no one ever knew what lesson plan that teacher would pull out.

While the rest of the class went into mental hibernation, Heather stayed alive. She tried to cheer everyone up, and most of the time succeeded. Even when they had to endure the grumpy computer turned science teacher as a replacement, Heather was as energetic as ever. She was a friend with all her classmates, even the outcast, Ryan. Connor felt something for her that year, something deep inside his heart. He felt a burning in his heart that never had been there before. He cast his childhood aside, for along with death comes a renewal of life. For with death comes a reminding that each day is special.

Connor cherished each day. He loved Heather and he knew it, but was too afraid to say it. Little did he actually know of what love was, nor would he find out until what it truly was until he experienced it fully.
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Yes!

After all the waiting, it finally paid off. Sceptile frot, you really have improved in your writting. I remember your first try at this. The description wasn't perfect, and the flow asn't all that good, but this? Absolutey fantastic. I'm glad that you've come back, and you've actually spurred me to write my own OT story. It's taking some time, but when it does come out, I'd like it if you would comment on it.

Your description needs a tad bit of work though. I'm glad that you have increased your detail, but there is that small thing that's missing. If you put in too much detail then it would just get boring. Read an Adventure of A Lifetime by Dr. Skottie to see the ideal OT fic. Your's has some great idea, and I cannot wait until the next Chapter is up. I wonder what will happen to Connor?
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Thanks for the review. I'll try to not make the the description too boring.

Chapter Three: A Chance

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"Pikachu, Thunderbolt!" A little yellow mouse scurried across the field. He jumped over rocks and dove under bushes. He zipped between small trees. There was nothing this little mouse couldn't get through. A small smark lingered on the mouses forehead. The golden spark pulsed up and down as it grew larger...
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Holy cow, this is a long, long, long chapter. For me, anyway. Here is chapter three, number nearly 3000 words.

-Chapter Three: A Chance-


"Pikachu, Thunderbolt!" A little yellow mouse scurried across the field. He jumped over rocks and dove under bushes. He zipped between small trees. There was nothing this little mouse couldn't get through. A small spark lingered on the mouse’s two red electrical sacs, bouncing around his face. The golden spark pulsed up and down as it grew larger.

The mouse shouted out in satisfaction as he released a long ray of electrical current. The golden lightning jumped towards a blue colored serpent that stood across from the yellow mouse.

Yelping in pain, the water-type adder jumped back. He hissed in annoyance.

“Pikachu,” Ash commanded, “Volt Tackle!” The little mouse jumped forward. The three brown stripes that ran across his back glowed bright yellow.

“Hydrus,” cried the boy that stood opposite the battlefield of Ash, “Revenge!” The cobalt cobra slithered into a coil. His sharp, jagged fangs which stuck out of his mouth glowed black.

“Pikachu,” Ash said confidently, “run past the snake and then attack.” Using his speed and agility, the yellow mouse bounded past the legless repitle. Next, it jumped. The mouse threw his legs forward; landing, he jumped upon the adder. The viper hissed in confusion while the mouse slammed into his back. The azure snake fell to the ground.

“Hydrus,” the boy said slowly, “return.”

Ash watched his Pikachu as he jumped up and pretended to spike a football and went into a hip-swinging hula.

“Great battle, Travis,” Ash said, with a hint of relief.

“Yeah.”

“I thought you had me there for a second with that Arcanine and Kingler of yours. Hey, how about I give you my PokeNav’s number and you give me yours. We’ll battle again sometime, eh?”

“Yeah,” Travis replied, “but next time, I’ll win.”

~ ~ ~

Later that day, Ash, Brock, and May sat swapping pokemon with their Gameboy Advances in the local pokemon center.

“Uh,” Ash said in boredom. “I hope Nurse Joy will bring out our wine soon.” He looked back down at his gameboy. A little later, while a Nurse Joy set a bottle of whine and three glasses, “Yes, I beat Lance!”

“Isn’t it ironic,” commented Brock matter-of-factly, “that we’re playing gameboy games about pokemon training even though we are trainers?”

“Well,” Ash replied, “if you think about it, the games are a nice distinction from reality.”

“Yeah,” May added, “Team Gogo for Ranger and Cipher for XD are baseball teams!”

“And Mr. Yellow from Red, Blue, and Yellow is a game show host!” Ash said. May giggled.

“Not to mention Sevii is a planet in Star Wars,” Brock added. Ash snickered.

“And after they had games based off of Kanto, Johto, and Hoenn, which were like a tenth the size of real life, they decided to name the regions after 2010 boat companies – Aumar, Antia, Detrol, Orantal, and Fiore!”

Ash fell down laughing with a thud. He sat back up. Minutes later he said, “Ow.”

May, Brock, and Ash laughed even harder.

“Okay,” Ash said. He tried to not laugh. “I think. I should. Go challenge the gym.”

“Which one?” Brock asked.

“Um the one – I don’t know. With the best cheerleaders?”

May slapped him on the cheek. “Ow.”

“I don’t think we should have ordered that second bottle of wine, Ash,” May commented.

“No, you probably shouldn’t have,” Ash said firmly. “Which is the badge I need for the league?”

“Oh,” Brock replied. “Which league?”

“The League,” Ash replied, agitated.

“So you want to challenge all six-hundred some gyms in the region of Hakkou?”

“No, Brock,” Ash said angrily, “The Champion’s League.”

“So,” May added, “Regional, State, or National?”

“I don’t know, National,” Ash said.

“Okay,” Brock said, “to Rio Grande Ridge Gym!”

“Let’s go,” Ash said. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and strolled out the door. May was right behind him.

Brock was still sitting at the table they had been eating at. “Hey, guys, wait for me!”

Ash, May, and Brock were greeted by placid pools of water, which stood calm in the gardens that sat in front of the house. They walked past lush greens hedges, bushes, and vines that intermingled with the indigo, cobalt, crimson, and golden flowers. They walked around a large tree that sat in the middle of it all. Its leaves were a fiery pink in the mid-morning sun. The garden seemed to swing out as the three of them walked closer to the house, revealing a carefully laid brick foundation. On top of the sturdy foundation was a wall of granite. Sitting on top of the granite wall was a brass tiled roof. Ash could see the house as far back as the eye could go. Behind the front roof was another, another stood behind that, even higher. Far beyond these roofs a high tower poked out of the rest of the house.

“Wow,” Ash commented in amazement. “What a place!”

“Yeah,” May added, “that must be a huge gym!”

Ash raised the gold, Pidgeot-shaped knocker and brought it down upon the wood three times. They watched the door, and waited. They waited and waited. The tall, grandeur door didn’t move an inch.

“Okay,” Brock said impatiently, “open the door for us, already!”

The door swung open with a creak. A man stood in front of Ash, May, Brock. He wore black pants and a black suite and that was buttoned up to his neck. A long tie ran down to his waist. Upon it were avatars of two pokemon. The top avatar was in blue and was a depiction of a Machop-like pokemon. The bottom avatar was outlined in red and colored in gold. It was a depiction of a Pidgeot at the side view. The bird’s head was dwarfed by a long, flowing, ribbon-like head feather.

“Thank you,” Brock added.

“Ah, gym challengers, I presume? Whom do you wish to challenge?” asked the man.

“Only one challenger, sir, um – your name?” Ash asked.

“Oh, of course,” the man said with amusement. “I am Charles Ross, the butler for Master and Mistress O’Brien. I am also the official referee for both the Rio Grande Ridge Gym and the Rio Grande Heights Gym.”

“Okay. Well then, Charles, I am the sole challenger. What do you mean by which I would wish to challenge?” Ash asked in confusion.

“Well,” Charles replied, “both Master and Mistress O’Brien are gym leaders. Master Kyle O’Brien is the leader of Rio Grande Heights Gym. Meanwhile, Mistress Cindy Staten O’Brien is the leader of the official gym, Rio Grande Ridge. Both of these gyms are housed in their fine estate, Rio Grande Manor. Would you like to have a tour before you challenge.”

“Ah,” Ash said impatiently, “no. I just want to challenge the gym.”

“Which one do you wish to challenge?” Charles asked again.

“Oh, both of them!” Ash said in frustration.

“A wise choice, Master – your name, sir?”

"Ash Ketchum of Pallet Town,” Ash replied.

“Oh, how pleasant,” Charles said. His mind went back to another man with the family name of Ketchum.

~ ~ ~

A young man strolled through the meadows of Rio Grande Valley; he walked through forests and past glades, over rivers and around lakes. Finally, he walked into a large manor and opened his bag. He strapped five pokeballs to his belt and trotted into a large courtyard.

“Ah, welcome to this fine estate.” Charles greeted the man. “I see you plan to challenge Master Kyle?”

“Eh,” the man replied. He quietly unclipped his first pokeball.

“You wish to begin now, Master Andrew Ketchum?” Charles asked.

“Eh,” Andrew replied.

“Okay, I’ll page Master Kyle for you.”

Andrew silently held his pokeball. The orb had a red top-half and white bottom half. On it was scrawled the name “Ruby.” The name was almost impossible to read. In it held a dragon so fierce, so red that all of the peoples of Hoenn, Kanto, Johto, and even the Orange Islands, feared it.

Kyle arrived. Upon his belt were also five pokemon.

“This will be a five on five match for one of the eight badges of the Champion’s League! The challenger is Andrew Allen Ketchum of Palette Town, Kanto District, Japan. The gym leader is Kyle Orrick O’Brien of Rio Grande Valley, Grande Re, Hakkou. Will the challenger please release their first pokemon!”

~ ~ ~

Charles nodded in satisfaction. “Ash Ketchum?

“Eh,” Ash replied. Charles smiled in interest. How like Andy he was.

“Right this way.” He raised his hand, pointing down a hall. “Oh,” he whispered, “this will be a great match indeed.”
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It was time to battle.

Charles stood on a platform that sat on top of a long balcony. The balcony ran from one end of the gymnasium to the other.

May and Brock sat on a long bench that was in front of the platform. To the left and right were also benches. They were in three rows. They were rarely used, unless a notable challenger or gym leader that was challenging Cindy’s right to the official badge was to come to the gym. Then they were filled with spectators and the media.

The balcony overlooked a large wooden floor. Across from the balcony was a large scoreboard. On it was a feather and fist that were highlighted in red light. On the left side of the scoreboard was the name Ash. On the right side were the names Cindy and Kyle. Below the names on each side were three rows, each with two columns.

On the floor a rectangle was painted in white. It was divided in half by a white line. On either short side of the rectangle were platforms. They stood high above the ground – almost level with the balcony.

On one of these Ash Ketchum stood. He reached below his black and green vest and made sure his nine pokeballs were in order. As he gently swayed in his faded, patched, and scratched blue jeans, grayish brown mud, which caked his dull black shoes, fell to the floor of the platform.

On the opposite platform, Kyle and Cindy stood next to each other. As Kyle leaned against the railing on the back of the platform, his black leather jacket and pants folded over and tightened. On the jacket, at about his chest, a large light-red feather was etched. Cindy stood next to him in a short black skirt and a black shirt, on which a grey fist was sketched.

“This will be a six a side double battle. The challenger is Ash Ketchum of Palette, Kanto District, Japan. This challenge is for both the leader of the Rio Grande Heights Gym, Master Kyle Orrick O’Brien, and Cindy April O’Brien of Rio Grande Ridge Gym. Will the gym leaders please release their first pokemon!”

“Pidgeotto,” Kyle announced. He raised a red and white orb that, in a flash of red light, revealed a majestic bird. The bird swung his crimson, bright gold, and vibrant orange wings up and down. A sinuous bright-red crown of feathers flowed like a ribbon as the bird soared through the gym air. His tail feathers were long and bright red. As the bird flew above him, Ash could see the bird’s white under-feathers and razor-sharp vibrant-gold talons.

“Fisticle!” Cindy said. She raised a dark grey orb in her hand. The orb emitted a flash of red light, which transformed into a creature resembling a human and she was filled with bulging muscles. She bore a toga of light-blue ice and her eyes were deep and swirled white and blue. The creature's fingers were covered in ice and she flashed its retractable claws of ice, Ash stared in awe. What a powerful creature it was! Running down the creature’s spine were spikes of icicles, which numbered five in all. Upon its feet were sandals of ice, and as the great ice-beast moved, the ice upon her feet quivered.

“The gym leaders have chosen Pidgetto and Fisticle,” Charles declared. “Will the challenger please release his first two pokemon!”

Ash quickly grabbed two balls of red and white. “Go, Swellow and Pikachu!” he exclaimed. A flash of red light revealed a large bird and a small mouse. The bird’s dark blue wings flapped up and down. He circled the gym in the air, eyeing the other bird with harshness. His dark blue wings flapped up and down.

Meanwhile, a small golden mouse stood firmly upon the hard, wooden floor. Upon his back were three brown stripes. On both sides of his cheek were to red dots. His triangle-shape ears twitched and he glared up in fear at the large bird. He looked across the floor at the large ice-beast. He raised his jagged silver claws and emitted a shout of fervor for battle.

“May the battle begin!” declared Charles.

“Thunderbolt, Pikachu,” Ash commanded. “Swellow, Aerial Ace!”

The golden mouse scurried forward, a golden spark pulsing on his forward between his two red electrical sacs on his cheeks. The blue bird flew forward beside him, his wings aglow a bright blue.

“Fisticle, Ice Beam,” Cindy commanded. The human-like creature of ice opened her mouth wide. A long beam of ice that twinkled in the lights of the gym flew towards the dark blue bird. Instinctively, the blue bird lunged to one side quickly while the beam of ice flew past.

“Pidgeotto,” Kyle commanded, “Wing Attack upon Swellow!” The crimson, gold, and orange bird sped towards the blue raptor. His wings glowed bright orange as he dived.

“Swellow,” Ash declared, “Aerial Ace!” The blue bird glowed a bright blue and quickly flew away from the enemy bird. The crimson, gold, and orange bird quickly slammed into his blue opponent. The blue bird was knocked to the ground.

“Pikachu,” Ash ordered, “Thunderbolt to protect Swellow!”

~ ~ ~

Connor looked at it all. He had seen battles before, but this was truly amazing. As he pressed his nose against the small glass square above the battle, he saw Ash’s Pikachu knock Kyle’s Pidgeotto to the ground.

“This is my chance,” he whispered. He quickly went to his room to prepare.

~ ~ ~

Kyle declared from across the battle court, “Perengin!” He raised a red and white orb into the sky and from it came a falcon colored bright gold. He raised his beak and raised a fierce cry into the air. The golden falcon soared through the air, eyeing the blue and red bird suspiciously.

“Swellow, Wing Attack! Pikachu, Thunderbolt!” Ash ordered. His blue and red raptor rushed towards the golden falcon. Meanwhile, his faithful yellow mouse charged forward, a spark of electricity dancing on his forehead.

“Perengin, Solarbeam!” Kyle ordered.

“Fisticle, Ice Beam!” Cindy shouted. The four pokemon rushed at each other, vengeance on their faces. Kyle glared at Ash in amusement. Ash looked back in confusion.

As they battled on, both Kyle and Cindy were unaware that above them their son was planning the greatest escape the family would ever know.

~ ~ ~

The O’Brien’s personal cook frantically reached through the poorly arranged kitchen cupboards. Another challenger made for another frantically finished feast. Add the requests of the bratty O’Brien son, Connor, and Cook Jessica Xavier had the job of a twenty men crew. Still, the work was worth the wage. She made the equivalent of the money should make in one week at the average restaurant in just half a day.

Jessica was startled by a low pitched beep. It was Connor again. “Yes, Young Master O’Brien, what would you like now?” she said politely, though only because she knew that a cut would come her way if she didn’t.

“Yes, Jessica. I would like a platter of breaded shrimp, with the best dipping sauce you can muster up. And it better be better than last time. Also, I would like a bottle of Vault.”

“Yes, Young Master O’Brien,” Jessica replied with a hint of complaint.

“Thank you,” replied Connor over the phone. The phone beeped again, turning off.

Jessica sighed in relief. At least this time it was only shrimp and a Vault. She hastily began the added work. What she would do for a job at Zapata Pasta right now!


Meanwhile, in his room, Connor was quickly stuffing his belongings into a small brown satchel. He stuffed a pokedex in, followed by a map of Hakkou and then a badge case. Next came a wallet full of the allowance he had saved up over the years. It was supposed to be for a DS Lite, but now it would be his sole source of cash. Finally, he struggled to stuff a small green tent at the top. Now, he would have to wait until Jessica was bringing his order to his room to sneak into the kitchen for a food raid.

Connor quickly darted through the hallways, going this way and that, so that he wouldn’t be seen by Charles or the occasional maid. Finally, he stopped, with a clear vantage point of the kitchen door. It swung open, and Jessica Xavier strode down the hall the opposite way of Connor, balancing a tray on which a plate of shrimp was laid.

Connor quickly walked in, grabbing a twelve pack of water bottles, a large package of brats, and buns to go along with them. That was all he could fit. “I hope Kody has more, or we’ll be in trouble,” he whispered, scurrying out of the kitchen. Once again, he scanned the hallway, making sure he was not seen.

He scurried to a large door, and instictively slid his hand into his pocket and thumbed trough a ring of keys he had copied years ago from his parent's set. He subconsciously slid the right key into the right hole and ripped open the door. He searched frantically through the room, sliding open drawers, tearing off paintings, and pushing back furniture.

Finally, he saw it. It lay jammed between a blue leather couches two seats. He grabbed it and ran. There was no hope to find five empty pokeballs.

He looked across the hall.

It was just his luck.
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There has, I am glad to say, been a change of plans. To Kill a Mocking-Bird will be chapter five. Here is Chapter Four: Behind those Starry Eyes

-Chapter Four: Behind those Starry Eyes-

Connor ran across the hall and found a room full of pokeballs. Each one was either marked “Empty” or had the name of a pokemon written on it. He grabbed the first five empties he saw.

Now, he had all he needed.

Once again, he ran through the halls and finally slipped out of a door and raced for the edge of the grounds. It was only a matter of time before he was free.

It was a grand afternoon as Connor crawled under a large hedge of immeasurable size. As he stood up, he pulled his backpack through the hole that he had dug up some summer ago to go to a party. Next, he unzipped his backpack and grabbed his pokenav from a special pocket on the inside. He quickly dialed a combination of numbers, 01134-101, and waited for his best friend Kody to pick up his navi.

As his navi rang, he quickly went through his backpack, making sure he knew exactly what Kody would need to grab for him. Finally, Kody’s face appeared on the navi’s holoscreen.

“Hey Kody,” Connor said with a smile, “I’m out!”

“That’s great,” he replied. "How’d you do it?”

“Oh,” Connor said slyly, “it was rather easily, actually. My parents were battling this one Ash Ketchum and then…”

“Wait,” Kody said excitedly, “you mean THE Ash Ketchum?!”

“Well, I’m quite sure he’s the only almost-pokemon-master by the name; so, yes.”

“Then they’ll be distracted till tomorrow, I bet you.”

“Probably,” Connor said in agreement.

“Sweet, man, I’m on my way.”

“Wait.”

“Yes?”

“Could you grab some extra cash, and maybe some cooking utensils?”

“You got it!”

“Okay,” Connor replied excitedly, “I can’t believe we’re finally doing this!”

“Me neither,” Kody replied, “I’ll get ‘em, anything else?”

“Nope,” Connor replied. “Oh yeah, meet you at the usual spot, the route near Howard Drive by Heather’s.”

“Okay, Connor, see ya’ there!”

“Yep,” Connor replied. He switched off his pokenav and quickly ran as far as he could from the house before heading south and west where he would finally begin his pokemon journey.

Connor casually sneaked along the road, hidden amongst the large cedars, oaks, and maples. He patiently thumbed through the index in his Pokedex, and stopped at Charolt. Here is what it read:


Charolt, the white flame pokemon.

Charolts are a species closely related to Ponyta and Rapidash. They are like them, but have a red body and black mane and tail. There body grows bigger, their mane and tail redder, and their body black as Charolts evolved into Vaeflares and eventually Stallerno. Charolts, Vaeflares, and Stallernos are classified as Equus flarus hakkis, and are native only to the Great Plain of Hakkou. There, they roam the lands with Tauros, Miltank, and similar creatures of the plains. They feed upon special grasses that contain a special herb called rhodium beltrate, which gives them extra power in fire attacks.

Charolts and Ponytas are closely related. However, Charolts are only found on the island of Hakkou, which about one-hundred years ago split politically from the country of Japan into a more European-based state. Meanwhile, Ponytas can be found almost anywhere on Earth.

Type: Fire

Evolution Line: Charolt ---> Vaeflare ---> Stallerno

Standard Attacks: Ember, Tackle, Roar, Tail Whip, Faint Attack, Ash Tail, Fire Coat, Shadow Ball, Flamethrower...

Attack Types Learnable
Primary: Fire, Normal, Dark
Secondary: Electric, Water


“Hmm,” Connor thought, “what an interesting creature!” Even if he hated fire pokemon, this pokemon was pretty cool. He made a mental note to remember that when he battled.

Finally, he arrived at the beginning of a short street, marked “Howard Court” on the street sign. He walked down the street, eyeing the houses, where were nearly as impressive as his parents’ house was.

He reached the end of the street, a cul-de-sac, and eyed the biggest house of them all. It was quite large, spanning five stories. It had five garage doors that were intricately carved in gold. This was Heather’s house.

He didn't know why, but something made Connor stroll up the walk onto the porch and ring the doorbell. He knew Heather was going on a journey, but she had probably left early in the morning, as he would have, and as Kody would have, if it hadn’t been for that stupid Charolt. So it was a surprise when Heather opened the door. She greeted him with a large smile.

“Hi,” she said cheerfully.

“Hey, Heather,” Connor said awkwardly. This was one of the few times since second grade she had been alone with him. “Why haven’t you left yet?”

“Oh,” Heather replied, lost for words. “I…I…I just wasn’t ready to leave this morning.”

“Oh,” Connor replied.

“Why don’t you come inside,” she offered.

“No,” Connor replied. “Me and Kody will be heading out pretty soon. And, and I was wondering…”

“What?” asked Heather tentatively.

“Do you want to come with us?” Connor asked nervously. In his mind, hundreds of red flags were going up. He would mess up, he definitely would. Still, he had asked.

“Sure,” Heather replied in excitement. “Just a minute,” she said, scurrying up the stairs as quick as she could.

Connor smiled weakly, what had he gotten himself into?

Heather came back down, in a bright red tee shirt that complimented her reddish-brown hair and blue jeans. She carried a ruby red satchel, which seemed stuffed to the top with belongings. Connor knew what was inside. A comb, a wallet, and cell phone were in there for sure. So was a pokeball, though Connor had no clue what kind of pokemon it contained.

“Ready to go?” Connor asked.

“Yep,” Heather replied.

And so they went. They strolled out onto Heather’s porch and into the driveway, onto the road and towards the beginning of the route to Port Re. They were hand in hand, two starry eyed dream chasers about to set off. They were like that, mesmerized in that afternoon, that there journey was now beginning.

And then Kody came.

Kody stared at them. They looked as if they were dating. He strolled up upon them at the bench, near the sign that marked the beginning of the route.

He couldn’t believe it. One day on the journey, and Connor had done it! Or that’s what Kody saw, anyway.

Heather couldn’t believe it. She had gotten out of going on a journey with Ryan Taylor, that geek that had cornered her behind the dumpster and kissed her in fifth grade. She hated him. She couldn’t stand him. Yet, her parents thought he was the best thing since sliced bread. No, since bread period. No, since the people that were first born that had started to grow the wheat domestically. Yeah, it was that bad. And now, she was with Connor and Kody, her best friends. Though she felt something slightly warmer when she though about Kody, slightly more alive.

She smiled, not even noticing how close Connor was sitting to her on that bench.

“Okay, Connor, I’m finally here,” Kody said breathlessly. “Next time, let’s pick to meet somewhere nearer the other side of town.”

“Okay,” Connor said smugly, “next time. Not like they’ll be one. But anyway, let’s go.”

They strode off into the woods, beginning what they though would be the best time of their lives. Connor smiled cheerfully. He was unaware of his parent’s predicament.

~ ~ ~

“Are you sure that he’s not just hiding somewhere on the grounds or in this house,” said the officer carefully, memo pad in hand, pen quickly rolling across the paper. His arm covered in a light blue uniform, quickly wrote what it could.

“Yes,” Cindy O’Brien replied, in tears. “He was pretty mad this morning. He doesn’t hide when he’s that angry. He definitely ran away.”

“Yes, Mistress O’Brien, I’ll do my best,” said the officer.

“Thank you, Officer McNash,” Kyle said calmly. “We appreciate it.”

“Yes, Master O’Brien, we deal with these problems every day. We’ll find your son.”

“Thank you,” Kyle replied.

Officer McNash walked to his police car and got in. He eyed his partner, a man by the name of Officer Ernest McGregor. “Quite a case, aye Ernest?”

“Yep,” replied Ernest, “we better keep tabs on the pokemon centers and marts, and probably that one Rocket base just south of here.”

“Good idea, Ernest. Let’s get back to headquarters. We better find him. I don’t think the O’Briens want to wait very long. And did you see the size of that house!”

~ ~ ~

Connor O’Brien swayed nervously from side to side. Why in the world had he asked Heather to come along with them?

He regretted it now.

Meanwhile, Heather was excited as could be. She loved this journey, regardless that it had just begun. If only her parents would not find out until ten, the time she had said she would have been back from the movie with Ashley, she’d be home free. Or, well, away from home free.

Kody walked nervously behind them. He didn’t feel he should talk. He didn’t want to disturb what seemed to be a spell of perfection. Still, he noticed each short look that Heather flashed his way. He noticed how happy she looked, how content and alive. And yet what seemed to be a spell of perfection would be ruined if Connor got caught.

He knew that Connor was running away. And if he knew that Heather was too, it would have made him even more nervous.

~ ~ ~

It was nearly eleven o’clock as once again Officer McNash and Officer McGregor walked up a long drive on a secluded street. Once again, it was a lost child. Once again, it was one that was going to start a journey. McNash shuffled patiently as he waited for the door to be opened. He knew that the O’Brien Case wasn’t going very well. He felt, deep down, that for some reason this would be the same.

~ ~ ~

Twelve o’clock midnight brought sleep for Connor, Kody, and Heather. They slept without care of the surroundings, a pitch black forest, and also without care of the skies gloomy color over which dark grey clouds were forming. Nor did they care that around them were five of the fiercest birds ever to be met in the forest between Port Re and Rio Grande, one of which hardly any had ever seen, as well as the fearless man that loved and cared for them.

It was a sunny morning as Connor O’Brien got up. He could hear the sizzling of eggs from outside. There was Kody. He cracked another egg on the frying pan that sat over a small, yet warm, fire. Connor walked past the fire, and could see Heather’s tent, which stood silently, without stir. As he walked out of the camp, he heard the caw of what sounded to be a fierce bird.

“What are you doing?” asked Kody.

“Oh,” Connor replied, “gonna’ see how bad that Charolt of mine really is.”

“Good luck with that,” commented Kody sarcastically.

“Yeah,” replied Connor with just as much enthusiasm, “it’s gonna’ be a blast!”

“Okay, Connor,” Kody said, “breakfast will be in just a bit, so come back quite soon.”

“Will do, Kody.”

Connor walked out through the forest, searching for a patch of treeless ground.

“Charolt, come on out,” Connor said nervously some time later. He raised a red and white sphere into the sky and from it came a young colt. His body was colored brick red, while his mane and tail glowed jet black. The colt’s face was alive and was illuminated by two starry, bead-like red eyes. The colt softly hummed in gratitude. He had finally been let out!

He looked up to a tall boy, much taller than he was. He gazed in sadness at the boy’s angry face. What had he done to deserve such a fate?

He frantically looked around to see another that might be his owner, but no one else was around.

He lowered his head in acceptance. If his owner hated him, so be it.

He would just have to change his view, bit by bit.
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These chapters are great looking forward to the next one!
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Amazing.

I love how you've managed to write a OT story, migling the other animé characters, and in a wy that is original. I also like the way you manae to create a trio, but not in the normal way. Good luck, and keeep writting, and have fun in California.

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Ooooo,another good writer Pretty good i like it but,....Ash and May.....

*terrified of tought*

Also,isn't it the 21st to day?o.O
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Hey all, I've just got back from the long long trip. It was driving for most of the time, so I've written almost all of Chapter Six : From Master to Beginner. Unforunately, Chapter Five isn't done yet, but here's a snippet:


Snippet from Chapter Five : To Fight a Mocking-Bird

You think that’s going to hurt, you little red deer? said Taylor’s bird to Connor’s colt.

Oh no, you overgrown mosquito, I’m just beginning! replied the red and white colt.

Fine then, bring it!

If you wish. Prepare to be swatted!
The red and white colt charged forward, emitting a long supple stream of flame that curved towards the bird. Next, the red and white colt raised his head and from his maw released a ball of pitch black color that slowly rotated, swirling and alive, writhing at the bird it was propelled towards. Finally, the colt raised his head once again and from his luminous red main came two long bolts of electricity. They careened towards the bird, crackling and popping as they went. Yes, overgrown mosquito, let’s see you take that blow!


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As you can see, the two battling pokemon aren't exactly friends.

Anyway, Ch. 5, Part One shall be up today/tomorrow/the day after and Part Two a few days after. Keep reading, and review!
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Chapter Five: The Mocking-Bird, Part One is finished. It will be posted shortly.

Also, the edit of Now and Forever, Cobalt Blue Edit, will be up and about shortly. Actually, it will be the edit of my posts. Anyway, without further ado, I give you Chapter Five: The Mocking-Bird, Part One.

By the way, I changed the name after a certain reviewer at another forum *cough* Mai *cough* pointed out it was too close to the book To Kill and Mocking-Bird. I couldn't find a better title, so now it is just The Mocking-Bird
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-Chapter Five: The Mocking-Bird-


Part One


It was late morning as Connor, Heather, and Kody finished up their breakfast. Connor sighed. Kody liked to cook, and Connor was glad he did. However, Kody just wasn’t very good. At all. In fact, he stunk.

That hadn’t stopped Heather from complimenting his every move, oh no. From the way he started the fire to the style he used in cleaning the pans and the three plates, Heather watched his every move.

Connor had just watched her, starry eyed. He noticed her every action, and each compliment she gave Kody, he hated her more and more. He knew what she was doing. He knew. For from the fifth to the seventh grade for every school dance, Heather had asked Kody to go with her. And, for every dance, Kody had said he was too busy or had someone else to go with, all for Connor’s sake. In eight grade, Heather asked out other guys. She asked out anyone that would say yes. Still, now she was back to doing it again. Connor frowned. He didn’t like it one bit.

Connor O’Brien angrily clutched his Charolt’s pokeball. “Going for some training, Kody,” Connor said angrily.

“Okay,” Kody replied, oblivious of his friend’s temper.

~ ~ ~

Connor ran into the woods, charging angrily around trees and fiercely vaulting over bushes. Finally, he came to a small meadow. He leaned against a tree and sat down. He released his Charolt and let him run around the meadow. He cried as he watched his colt. He hated him. The colt eyed him nervously. He smiled at Connor, hiding his fear of a life of hate.

As Connor leaned against the truck of the tree and cried, Taylor Andrews eyed him suspiciously. He was so uncontrollable and helpless. He was alone and without friends. Though he seemed all alone, he did dress quite nobly, and he thought that the boy might have drenched himself repeatedly that morning with cologne. Taylor Andrews could smell it from across the small glade. Other than that, there was nothing abnormal about him. There were five red and white orbs upon his shiny, leather belt, and a sixth was cupped in his hand.

Taylor Andrews stepped forward. “Top of the morning to you, me laddie. What be your trouble?”

The boy eyed Taylor in unconcern. Taylor saw an unusual glisten in that boy’s eyes. It seemed quite familiar, though he couldn’t remember where he had seen it from. “Hello,” the boy said between sobs. He whipped a salty tear off of his tan cheek. “Who are you?” The boy scowled. He didn’t want anyone around, obviously.

“Why, I am Mister Taylor Andrews,” he said. He shuffled forward and reached his hand down to his belt. He silently unclipped a pokeball. “And I challenge you to a pokemon match!”

“Okay,” the boy said with a grim expression. He suddenly was smiling evilly. “I am Connor, and I accept. One pokemon each.” Connor said this like he had done this many times. “Prepare to lose!”

The glade was a perfect battle field, and that would give Taylor Andrews and his men an even greater advantage. All he had to do was pretend to be losing or just as equally matched. Yes, he would need to make the battle last as long as he could. He quickly raised his hand to his chest and pressed down upon a button that connected to a silver link chain that ran around his neck. How could he have forgotten that? That was the most crucial part of this mission. His men needed to know where to come to, and he had almost forgotten to activate the GPS signal! Oh, this mission was not off to a good start. For he remembered how high in the ranks of Team Nebula he had been, oh so many years ago, when the assignment had first been given.

~ ~ ~

“Find my three sons,” he had said. He being the gang leader, whose name was not known by or spoken by anyone. “Find those three and bring them to me!” He looked at Taylor. So that was where that glisten had come from! “Or else…” He trailed off.

Taylor Andrews nodded briskly and then quickly paced away, nervously shuffling out of the large dome structure that was headquarters and heading down a narrow brick-laden street. Finally, he came to a small brick house. It was wedged in between to large manors, each in brick as well, though each brick was three times the size. The house was topped with light brown shingling and coming down from there was a gutter. The gutter passed a small glass window and came to the road, where it released a trickle of water.

Taylor removed a key from his pocket and opened the door. He set down one pokeball that was on his belt and next to that he lay his brown leather jacket. He looked at the daily calendar, which read 31st of December, 2017. Taylor Andrews had then made himself a sandwich on that day, three years ago. After that, he had grabbed his pokedex and pokenav and then his five other pokeballs. Finally, he had left Emerald City, Team Nebula’s town, and had headed off to Reo Grande, where his search was to begin. From there he had traveled on and on through Hakkou, for that was where He had told him they were to be, and finally, three years later, he had come back to Reo Grande.

Three years had been wasted, but it wasn’t exactly supposed to be the shortest assignment for Nebula ever. Heck, it was a lot shorter than that one assignment that Crystal was assigned. It would probably take forever for her to find the three Regis. Anyway, he had caught up on his readings – Who Shot Brendan Birch and Trial of Juno I and II made excellent reads traveling.

~ ~ ~

Putting that aside, Taylor returned to the present battle.

“Go, Pidgeot!” he said calmly. The pokeball that was in his hand emitted a flash of red light. That red light became a bird, with four long red ribbon-like head feathers that stemmed from his dull orange and yellow head and reached over his light brown wings and past his long orange tail feathers. The bird looked at his master, and nodded at him. He knew the plan: he was ready.

“Charolt,” Connor said without regret. The colt eyed his master with joy. This was his chance to prove his worth! Immediately, the colt released balls of fire at the bird. “Charolt, what are you doing?” Connor asked angrily.

“Pidgeot,” Taylor said, “dodge it and Quick Attack!” The Pidgeot grinned. The large red, orange, yellow and brown bird dived away, than slowed down as the balls of fire came closer and closer to him. Finally, the bird charged straight into the fire. He emitted a cry of false pain.

You think that’s going to hurt, you little red deer? said Taylor’s bird to Connor’s colt.

Oh no, you overgrown mosquito, I’m just beginning! replied the red and white colt.

Fine then, bring it!

If you wish. Prepare to be swatted!
The red and white colt charged forward, emitting a long supple stream of flame that curved towards the bird. Next, the red and white colt raised his head and from his maw released a ball of pitch black color that slowly rotated, swirling and alive, reaching for the bird it was propelled towards. Finally, the colt raised his head once again and from his luminous red mane came two long bolts of electricity. They careened towards the bird, crackling and popping as they went. Yes, overgrown mosquito, let’s see you take that blow!

Okay
, the Pidgeot replied smoothly. The bird flew towards the stream of flame and flew through it. Its tail feathers began to burn. Next, the Pidgeot dived through the ball of blackness, and its right wing was covered in writhing shadow energy. Finally, the bird dived at the twin bolts of coursing electricity. It flew through the midst of them, ignoring the occasional flicker of spark. The bird whimpered in pain. Oh, you little overgrown cricket! Curse you to the middle of the ocean!

That’s not likely
, Connor’s Charolt replied, as you are about to faint, it is nearly certain to not be!

Curse you, you ground scum! I knew you were unholy and unworthy of a battle with me the minute I saw you
, said the bird as he fluttered to the ground.

It looks as if it will not matter to you, for I have defeated you! exclaimed the colt in satisfaction.

Have you, you scum, or have I fulfilled my purpose? You shall lose. You shall lose! exclaimed the bird as it was absorbed into red light.

“Swellow, go,” said Taylor. “I hope you don’t mind, me laddie, if I choose another creature. I’m in terrible need of the trainin’.” Connor nodded in reply. A blue and red and white bird immerged, his large wings beating up in down as he swooped around the forest glade.

“Charolt, I don’t know what you did, but it was pretty good!” exclaimed Connor. “This time, listen to me, though.”

The colt nodded in pride. His master had thought well of it. He was ready to send another string of attacks out, but stopped himself. He had to listen to his master! He stood, unmoving and still, awaiting commands. “Charolt, try that electric attack, Spark, I think!”

Connors white colt immediately obeyed. From its mane emerged two large bolts of yellow energy. They crackled as they sped forward towards the red, blue, and white raptor. The raptor floated silently in the air, flying in a tight circle.

“Swellow, Quick Attack!” commanded Taylor. His pokemon dove forward, its golden beak glowing grey. The blue winged bird slammed, full-force, into the white colt. The colt, his fiery mane whipping back in forth upon impact, moaned in pain.

Truth be known, small red deer, you are quite weak, we are letting you… oh dear, said the bird feathered blue. The bird frowned slightly. He had almost let the secret out! His master would not accept that, certainly not!

“Charolt, Ember!” Connor ordered. His white coated colt charged forward, raising its red maw and releasing jets of hot flame. The blue feathered bird was surrounded in fire. He yelped falsely in pain and fluttered to the ground.

“Return, Swellow,” said Taylor Andrews. His energetic bird returned to his pokeball. So far, the guise had worked. So far, all was going as planned. If things kept up like this, he would be back at Emerald City in no time. He heard a rustle in the bushes. Had his men gotten here THIS early?

Both Taylor and Connor could hear voices lingering through the wood, one was a feminine, energetic voice, while the other seemed manly and quite embarassed.

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“Yes, I know, I know, just don’t tell him, please,” pleaded the first voice.

“Of course I won’t tell him, Heather,” replied the second voice.

“Oh, I knew you wouldn’t, Kody,” Heather said softly.

“Heather, Connor probably knows already. He’s the closest thing I’ve known to a master mind. And, um – could you stop holding on to my hand?”

“Sure, sure,” said Heather awkwardly.

The two stepped into the glade.

“Hey, Connor,” said Kody calmly, “who are you battling?”

“Taylor Andrews, me lad and lassie, that be me name. Battling be me game. I would gladly take a triple battle challenge, if it be to your three’s liking.”

Connor nodded. “My Charolt’s still okay,” he said.

“Sounds like fun,” said Kody.

“Yeah, let’s do it!” Heather exclaimed.

“Okay, me lads and lassie, I shall call out me three pokemon first, and then you shall be given the opportunity. Go, Hoothoot, Embine, Scobat!” exclaimed Taylor. Three creatures were revealed. Each had wings, but each was different. The first was an owl, whose spherical body was colored light and dark brown. His eyes glowed red and as he flew, he peered down upon the colt and the three trainers. The second was a song bird, and his body was covered in bright red feathers, with a bright orange colored tail. The third was a bat, and his body was colored black with white with yellow streaks. The bat thrust his transparent black wings up and down, and swooped high into the sky, snatching a small insect and eating it.

“Okay,” Kody exclaimed, “Herbine!”

“Go, Felurn!” exclaimed Heather. Kody’s pokemon came out, a black dog with many green spots and a forked tail, as well as short silver fangs that stuck out of his mouth. Heather’s pokemon stood next to him. She was a red feline with a pink underbelly and a large, circular orange tail.

“Let’s start this battle, me lads and me lassie! Hoothoot, Embine, Scobat, Quick Attack!”

The three avian creatures dived towards Connor, Heather, and Kody’s pokemon.

“Herbine, Poison Sting!” Kody commanded. His dog released small purple pins that sped towards the bird coming towards him, the spherical-shaped bird with fur in both light and dark shades of brown.

“Felurn, Ember!” Heather said excitedly. Her red feline opened her mouth and released small balls of fire. They shot up at the bird diving at Heather and her Felurn, the bird dressed in red and orange feathers.

“Charolt, Faint Attack!” Connor ordered. His red maned colt momentarily disappeared, and reappeared, glowing black.

The three flying-types were close now, and they were met by heavy defenses. The fastest of the birds, Embine, was met by balls of red, orange, and yellow flames. He charged forward, however, hardly feeling it. The second fastest, the bat, was in the range of attacks as well. He was met by long pins of purple venom, which glanced off his slick, furry black and white coat.

Hoothoot was the slowest of the avian trio, and he was flying towards Connor’s colt nonchalantly when something colored black rammed into him. He was spun around by the blow, but regained control and slammed into the colt that was now his normal color.

The Embine and Scobat did the same, ramming their bodies quickly into their opponents.


Heather’s cat yelped in pain when the fire-type bird slammed into her, and Kody’s dog also moaned in annoyance.

“Great job, me birdies,” said Taylor. “Now, me Embine, Flamethrower upon the Herbine! Scobat, Poison Sting on Felurn! Hoothoot, use Psychic to guard them from attacks!”

“How lucky,” muttered Connor, “he forgot my Charolt. Oh, Taylor Andrews, you’re going to pay.”

~ ~ ~

“But I don’t see the point to it,” said Ash. “Why nuke a nation that you plan to conquer? It just doesn’t make sense.”

“I know,” May replied. “It seems the author of the piece believed so though, the Team Aqua in his book, Tides of War, did it. I don’t really think it’s at all possible, though. Team Aqua and Magma are small and disorganized groups, and Team Trainer is a peaceful association.”

“Though, anything could happen, I guess,” said Ash.

“Yes, Ash, it probably could. But, let’s get going. Tides of War is only fiction, you know,” said Brock.

“You’re right, Brock, we better be moving along,” Ash said. “Breakfast was great, Brock!”

“Thanks,” said Brock in recognition, “I think the tyrus berries added a little something to it. The cuisine I produce is such that can be replicated no where,” he said in his best TV-chef voice.

“Yes, oh Master Chef Pewter, may your caviar be fresh and your meat well done. May your dried foots be without moisture and your pork well roasted!” said May in a mocking voice.

“Very funny, May,” Brock said. “Now, we should really get going.”

“Yes, we should, since I got two badges already, I minus well take the regional challenge. Come on, let’s get to Port Re, there’ll be at least one gym there, then I’ll have all I need from the state of Grande Re!”

“Yes, Mister Champion, let’s go!” said May sarcastically. Meanwhile, Brock and Ash hastily packed up their tents.

“On the road again,” said Ash in a deep, singer-like voice, “I can’t wait to get on the road again…”

“Ash, shut up, be serious now!” said May in annoyance.

“Fine,” said Ash angrily. “I’ll be as cold as stone.” He walked forward, an empty expression on his face; his arms were extended and he walked as if entranced. He moaned stupidly.

“You know Ash, that the Champions’ League doesn’t except zombies in their tournaments, so I advise stopping.”

“Okay,” said Ash dully. “Man, I need to get off that Vault.”

“Yes, you do,” agreed May.

“Anyway, moving on out!” exclaimed Ash. He raised his right arm and pointed it down the path. The three of them marched away, chuckling all the while.

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In Chapter Five: The Mocking Bird, Part Two, expect battles and mysteries everywhere. Gary and Harrison are battling before they head off to Hoenn, Ash and Taylor are battling. Meanwhile, Officer McNash and Officer McGregor have not been forgotten and are still unearthing clues to where both Heather and Connor could be...
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