EDIT: WARNING, R Rated Fic (this is the final decision, as I've decided on latter content only just now)
This is my first time writing a fic. I would say go easy on me, but then I won't be able to improve myself, will I? Criticism accepted as well as compliments.
Now, since about eight years old I was always known for making the most complex and interesting of stories just from the top of my head. When puberty finally kicked in, these mainly became love oriented. And since I came on this forum, they have also become Pokemon oriented. So I thought, why not write a fic?
So, here we go. If it's a good start, I will continue to write. But if I remain poor, I will slunk away into nothingness and die. Hey, it's worth a try
The rain was falling down heavily from the dull, grey clouds above. One large raindrop stood out from the rest of its falling roommates. It soared down from the skies, falling ever closer to the ground below. Eventually it hit the ground with a large impact, sending water scattering along the grass around it. A bird in a bush nearby took off and flew into the distance in hope of escaping the dismal feelings of the sky above.
A Rattata leaped out of the wood nearby. It eyed the area around it: a rather empty forest, of which many trees had met their end to a woodcutter. Rain was pouring down and dampening the grass around it. The small rat Pokemon attempted a run but it slipped on the wet mud and fell flat on its face. Licking off what mud it could from its purple skin, it got back to its feet and scampered off into the more populated area of the wood.
Hearing a large, fast approaching sound, the purple Pokemon leaped into a nearby rabbit hole to hide. Its small eyes peering out of the top, it could hear a sound it often heard when it was Pokemon trainer season – a fast approaching trainer. Attempting to avoid capture, it quickly ducked its head so as to not attract attention.
However, the trainer herself was too distraught to notice the small rat-like Pokemon. Too distraught to even notice a stuck out tree root in front of her path. Stumbling over it, she merely kept on running. She was holding her face in despair, and tears were welling her eyes. If an extremely poetic writer were to view her current situation, they would probably state that the tears that fell from her eyes would amount to half of the rain pouring down to the ground.
The trainer in question was, in fact, not a trainer, but a co-ordinator. Her attire was mostly red and white. Her top was covered in such colours, the rain having no dampening effect on the clothing whatsoever. A small skirt covered the top part of her strong willed legs, being that despite her current broken down situation, her legs would remain strong enough to carry her to the ends of the world to leave her shameful past out of her life. Along the exposed parts of her legs, scratches covered the surface due to the brambles she had previously run through. But feelings triumphed over pain in this particular case. Her final piece of noticeable attire was the bandana that was tied around her head. Like the rest of her attire, it was also red and white, and it was weakly attached to her head.
As she continued to run, the wind picked up. The force of it pushed against the sobbing teen but that wasn’t enough to stop her. She would keep running, no matter where to and no matter how far. Her weakly tied bandana was forced off her hair, and blew backwards in the fierce weather conditions. But she didn’t stop. Instead, her soft, brown hair was allowed to blow violently in the wind.
Reaching a dead end, the co-ordinator noticed the area was rather isolated, and spooky – it could easily fall victim to an attack by ghost Pokemon. But, in her mind, this would be more secure than her world that she had built up so much and destroyed at the click of her fingers. Noticing an alone tree stump, she decided now she could attempt to regain her composure, despite the fact that deep down, she knew that she couldn’t. It was an impossible feat.
Sitting down on the stump, she sobbed into her hands. Thinking of the events of the past few weeks, she had realised she had put her desires over the desires of others. Her mother had always told her as a child that if she would stop being so selfish, she wouldn’t have any friends when she was older. And, despite the young co-ordinator originally shunning the idea, now that she had come of age the words had finally come back to haunt her.
If only, she thought to herself, she could have someone to rely on, as she always had done in every bad situation she was stuck in, whether it was friends, family, or both. But it was not to be. She had betrayed everyone she ever knew. It was all over. At this stage, all she could do was beg him for forgiveness, for her to have another chance.
He will never forgive me for what I’ve done, she sadly thought to herself, Ash will never forgive me.
If it's a good start, then great. If not, I've wasted a lot of time.
P.S. The chapters will be longer, that was just the prelude, is all.
EDIT: Sorry about not including a rating earlier, I was still pondering over it.