This is my first fic in along time. Not a very long time, mind you, but long enough. It came to me one night, 'Hey, what if...', and went from there. I'm still finalizing the final parts of the plot, but no better help than actually having feedback as the plot develops, right?
A Wandering Rythmical Phoenix/ rEvolutionairy INC. Production
Rated PG-13 for Tobacco, Scary sceans, Language, Violence, intense pokemon battles, and logic bending.
I'm going to TRY aim for a weekly update. Wednesdays.
If you're reading, I wouldn't mind hearing from you. What am I doing right? Wrong? Should more things explode? How's my grammar? Please comment!
Spoiler:- PM List:
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Chapter 1: Live and Let Live
Chapter 2: THE FASTEST WAY IS A STRAIGHT LINE (Blazing through the Maze)
Chapter 3: Freiheit ist ueberall zu finden, aber ich bin ausgerechnet hier
Chapter 4: Those Who Share Your Fate
Chapter 5: Mercy
Chapter 6: BRAINCLEANSER
Chapter 7: Eagles Take Flight
Chapter 8: Inferno Fodder
Chapter 9: [Don't] Put Out That Fire
Chapter 10: She's as Cold as Ice
Chapter 11: Modern Times Rock'n'Roll
Chapter 12: BITCHQUEEN
Chapter 13: Flowers Bloom
Chapter 14: Thunder Chaser
Chapter 15: My Lady Explosion
Chapter 16: he Man who Tried to Download the World
Chapter 17: A Shadow over Heroes [Shadow/Heroes]
Chapter 18: dna syndrome
-23 Chapter: Three Ways to Say 'I Love You'
*= Title Subject to change
I Guess, for reference, I use <....> when pokemon are talking, and '...' when people are thinking. Talking should be self explanatory.
Well, with out further adu, Let's begein, shall we?
In this world, there is both right and wrong. In this world there are roads every person will walk. In this world there are actions that are both good and evil, and no ideal of justice, no matter how beneficial, will help everyone. The road of Right and wrong is split in three paths. Three Ways.
Live and Let Live
“Always do right. This will gratify some people, and astonish the rest.” Mark Twain Febuary 16, 1901
The pallet of the forest was all green and brown stretching in all directions, save one lone pink bulb in a patch of otherwise green weeds surrounded by high bushes and higher trees. All at once, a boy burst from the bushes towards the flower. “Gotcha, Ivysaur!” He yelled. The flower leapt up. It was attached to the body of a large green quadruped dinosaur. The Pokemon landed opposite of the boy, examining him up and down with its blue eyes. The boy leapt up again and the dinosaur let out a cloud of yellow powder. The boy covered his mouth and eyes and landed perfectly on top of the Pokemon.
The boy’s brown hair bounced above his green eyes as the grass type dinosaur struggled in his grip. The stains from the leaves didn’t show on the trainer’s green shirt, and his red jacket cushioned the blows from the sharp claws on the pokemon’s feet. He wore a black bandana wrapped around the upper part of his left arm, the arm he held the Pokemon in. In his right, free hand, he held a pokeball. “Ivysaur, come back.” The Pokemon returned to the red-and-white sphere in a glowing red light. The boy stood up and brushed off his jeans that had numerous holes from past reckless scrapes and tumbles. He picked up a brown sack from behind the bush he had been hiding in and put the pokeball inside. “And stay there,” He ordered. He was tall and lanky, not too fat, not too thin. His name was embroidered on a patch on the sack. Ryu.
Looking up, he could see the first signs of day break. At first, he couldn’t believe he had spent all night chasing his own Pokemon through the woods, then he remembered that wasn’t the reason he was in the woods at all. He fumbled into his jacket pocket and sighed as he pulled a mushroom out. His worry was that it had been damaged in the struggle with Ivysaur, but his fears were laid to rest when he saw it remained in one piece. He turned on his heels back in the direction he had come from. Looking down to a watch like device on his wrist, he flipped a few switches and a large area map hovered above it as a hologram. The forest was clearly large, and he was very clearly not anywhere near a path. However, with his map, he was sure he would not get lost. Taking several steps, he noticed his map was unresponsive to his movements. Shaking the device violently didn’t aide his predicament, as the locater icon was suddenly further away from the path than before. ‘Goddamn that Ivysaur,’ he thought to himself. It was then he began to regret not paying more attention in school on how to tell north from south, east from west, and how not to get lost. As the thought of just how edible a roast Pidgey would be and how horrible it would be to die only to be eaten by a swarm of wild Pidgey would be, the device on his wrist began to vibrate and chime loudly. “He… hello?” He said quietly into the device. He wasn’t expecting a phone call, let alone one at dawn.
“Yo, Ryu, what’s up?” a familiar female voice asked from the other side. Ryu let out a sigh of relief.
“Lynn! It’s amazing to hear someone else’s voice. I’m totally lost.” He laughed, scratching the back of his head. “You’re Pokegear map acting up too?”
“Pokegear? I upgraded to a Pokenav months ago.” Lynn giggled on the other end. “Don’t tell me you’re struggling around with inferior technology!”
“Ok, I won’t.” Ryu replied flatly. “But seriously, I’m lost.”
“Well, you remember the compass sayings, right?”
“Uhh… north is up?”
“The sun sets in the west and rises in the east,” Lynn scolded “Then just spell NEWS, North is between East and west, and south is between West and East.”
“That doesn’t make sense,” Ryu stammered, “North and south are both between east and west!” A silence on the other end told him one thing: He had finally outsmarted Lynn.
The line went dead. Lynn, clearly not appreciating Ryu’s sudden surge of inelegance, had hung up on him, once again, alone in the dawn-lit woods. Ryu reached into his burlap sack and pulled out a pokeball with a small blue wing painted on it. “Wingul, come on, help me out!” The pokeball popped open, and a small white bird sat on the top of the sack. It opened its small red eyes and opened its black beak in a yawn. “Alright Wingul, now I know it’s way earlier than I normally use you, but if you don’t help us out, we’re going to die here and be eaten by Pidgey.” The Wingul gave him a cockeyed glance. “Don’t give me that look; I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about this!”
The Wingul let out a small chirp and opened its wings. Lifting on the air currents, Ryu watched the small Pokemon be consumed by the clouds. He studied the pokemon’s wing span- ‘four times the size of his body… where does he keep his brain?’ He waited with bated breath for the Pokemon to return with news of the path. Finally, the bird descended like a leaf off a fall tree, smacked it’s trainer with a wing and pointed with the other. The whole time Ryu had been mere inches from the path, and was simply too lazy to take the steps to see it. Bowing apologetically, Ryu returned the albino Pokemon to its pokeball. “You’re just like the Capitan, not letting me forget my screw-ups. I guess that’s why he gave you to me, so he could always be with me.”
The sun had still barely broken the horizon as Ryu came out from the forest. The dew on the leaves was just beginning to trickle down when the houses of the small town came back into view. Not wasting a moment, he ran down the hill. Gaining speed with every step he finally launched himself into the air, tucked and rolled in as tight a ball as he could manage down the rest of the hill. Reaching the bottom he sprawled out flopped in a useless lump, dizzy. “Record ti… oh god, I’m gonna be sick.” He sat up, feeling that the contents of his stomach were about to make a grand reappearance, but soft footsteps came from his west.
“Well, it certainly was a few hours,” a young girl whispered, “perhaps, though, a few more than we expected.”
Ryu turned on his knees and looked the girl up and down. She was a brunet with striking blue eyes. She wore a simple red dress that matched her red top brilliantly. “Sylvia, I’m so sorry that it took so long, but,” he produced the mushroom from his jacket, “I have the last ingredient for your mother’s medicine.”
The girl took the mushroom in one hand and threw her other around Ryu’s shoulders. “Thank you so much, kind stranger.” She wept. “I hope we did not cost you too much of your time.”
Ryu stood up, pushing her arm off of him. “It wasn’t a problem. I cannot pass a lovely young woman in need.”
“Oh, I bet you say that to everyone you help” Sylvia blushed.
“Actually, yes, yes I do.” Ryu said, scratching a spot in between his eyebrows.
“Hmm… well then,” Sylvia gave him a look of slight distain, “will you at least stay for breakfast?”
Ryu flattened his hair with his hands. “I can’t resist and invitation from a lady.”
Sylvia’s house was mere feet from the spot of Ryu’s elegant landing. Ryu savored the sights of the small town. The houses were all wood or brick, all either the same color as their materials or painted a simple color like white or blue. He enjoyed the simplicity; it was nothing that the cities could ever hope to be like.
Sylvia’s house was decorated simply. Paintings of Sylvia, her mother- who looked nothing more than an older version of Sylvia-, and her deceased father hung on the white walls. The furniture was matching brown leather, the tables all white wicker. Ryu felt almost too poor to be in such a nice house, but he was sure all the fancy looks came with a high price- like her mother’s poor health.
“Well, tell me about yourself.” Sylvia said, shuffling through pans for a skillet.
”I’m Ryu, seventeen years old.” He said attempting to unfold a napkin placed on the table in front of him.
“Well Ryu, do you have a last name?” She asked, cracking open an egg.
“Ryu Rider.” He replied, still struggling with the napkin. “Rider pronounced like ‘rid-er’- he who gets rid of something.”
“That’s an unusual pronunciation. You from Johto or something?”
”Yeah, I was born in Ecruteak, but I was raised here in Sinnoh.” He placed the napkin in his lap. “I only started training Pokemon a few months ago. I’ve got reasons that I started, but that’s a story longer than breakfast.”
“Well, then why don’t you tell me why you’re taking the road solo?” Sylvia flipped the eggs in the pan. “Most trainers go in groups of three or more.”
“I’m not alone. I have two friends. Lynn, she’s a great girl, a little pushy, but she’s got a good head on her shoulders when it comes to what is. And then there’s Kyle, he’s a nice guy, a little weird though. He’s got a good head on his shoulders, and he’s got a sharp pair of eyes, but he’s got this thing, sees the world ‘right’ and ‘wrong,’ and I’ve told him that’s not all there is, he just won’t listen.” He spun a coaster around with his finger. “And then I’ve got Ivysaur, Wingul, and all my other Pokemon with me.”
Sylvia slid bacon into the pan. “This Kyle sounds like a good guy; you’ll have to introduce me to him. Maybe he’d like to marry into a family with money.”
Ryu let out a small laugh. “Good luck. Kyle’s not in to people like you.”
“People like me? What’s that mean?” she asked getting a plate down from the cupboard.
“Girls,” Ryu answered, “he likes guys, not girls. I said he was a little weird.”
Sylvia placed a plate down on the table, the bacon still sizzled, and the eggs were scrambled to perfection. “Well, you’ve only started training, so, you can’t have many badges can you?”
Ryu reached into his jacket and pulled out a case. Flipping it open reveled his trainer’s ID card, complete with obligatory bad picture, and a space for eight of Sinnoh’s badges. One space was filled. The badge was three green diamonds arranged like a tree in a child’s drawing. “One.” He laughed. “I’ve been holding off on the gym challenges until I feel like I can handle it. This one was a fluke.” He spun his finger in the air. “There was a girl in the forest, we battled, and then the crazy chick turned out to be a gym leader! I thought they weren’t allowed to leave the gym or something.” He filled his mouth with the entire contents of the plate after completing the sentence, much to the shock and disgust of his host. “But I’ve taken up way too much of your time.” He smiled and untied his bandana as he stood up, letting the napkin fall to the floor. Tying the black cloth to his head, he whipped his mouth on his shirtsleeves. “If you ever need me, call.” He threw his burlap sack over his back and sped off out the open door.
Sylvia looked at the boy’s back as he disappeared through the town. “If only I could run like that boy, I’d grasp freedom.” She closed the door and looked at the mushroom she had left on the counter. “I’ve been forced to take my own way out of this prison.”
That night, her mother’s illness ended, as did her life. All reports said that Sylvia’s mother had died of her illness. The entire estate was left to the girl, who turned around and sold it to the first bidder. Her blue eyes flashed with a new determination.
Sylvia Mooney was no longer trapped by her past, and instead had her whole future ahead of her. Thoughts of that boy, Ryu, filled her head as she grasped a pokeball in her hands. Why was he training? What was his past? Will he ever be able to escape whatever prison he seems to be trapped in? “Ryu Rider… may we meet once again!” she yelled into the mountains he disappeared in.
Ryu turned around, Ivysaur stopped at his feet. “Hey, did you hear anything?” he asked. The Pokemon closed its eyes and shook his head no. “Humph… musta been imagining stuff then.” He turned back to the east and took off at full speed, the dinosaur struggling to keep up behind him.
PHEW! Well, ladies and Gents, it’s nice to be back. This whole chapter was written up in a single sitting then reviewed and critiqued by three or four people, so I trust it’s good. I really like the way this stories going to work, I do. This one has my favorite cast of any story I’ve written EVER. Anyway, this one introduces Ryu and his Ivysaur and Wingul, as well as a small part of his back story. Sylvia was written to only appear here, but I liked her so much, I changed the ending just so she could show up again. So yeah, foreshadowing there I guess? I’m writing this hyped up on Pez candies two days after I wrote it, so don’t give me that look! You know, it was REDICULOSLY hard to take the chapter from it's Beta name to it's final. I don't know why, it just WAS.