When the Stars Go Blue
Author's Note: I don't like writing introductory chapters one bit. This was no exception. Also, this is slightly AU, but still involves pokemon and the whole shebang. Also, I've posted this on FF.net under my username, marysuesuglybff.
Summary: But this is a little glimpse into the lives of the pokemon world's elite (and not so elite, hard as they may try to appear so.) Follow several characters from the anime (and a few from other pokemon factions) through three years of romance, drama and... need I say it? Education of course! What do you think these kids are doing? They're in school!
Rating: R, mainly for some serious themes like drug abuse, spousal abuse/rape and eating disorders, relatively strong language and some sexual content. But don't let this deter you from reading this, it's a pretty mild R. I would rather rate it PG-16, but alas, that is not a rating. (Kick me because I just used 'alas' seriously.)
Shipping: Here we go: Pokeshipping, Contestshipping, Ikarishipping, Oldrivalshipping, Luckyshipping, Handymanshipping, Advanceshipping, Arrogantshipping, Curtainshipping, Cavaliershipping, Appealshipping, Palletshipping, Rocketshipping, Imiteshipping, Oystershipping, Hoennshipping, Ballshipping, Waterflowershipping Benevolentshipping, Heattagshipping, Blushshipping, Chefshipping, Kissshipping... if your mind can conjure it, it'll be featured in this fic in someway (that might be a bit of an exaggeration...)
L0v3 is Evol
Chapter One: First Day Blues
Chapter Two: Here Comes the Nice
Chapter Three: Chain of Fools
Chapter Four: Seventeen Candles
Chapter One: First Day Blues
School hadn’t ever led to particularly enjoyable experiences for May Bryant. Preschool had been full of sandbox bullies laughing at her stature—or lack thereof—while elementary school… well, she’d never appealed to teachers.
And this was high school. The final stretch for any self-respecting trainer, though many would eventually go on to university or graduate school. Many—May included—would probably not.
Of course, May had already gone through a wholly lackluster year of high school in her native New Bark Town, but this... well, her parents wanted the best for her, she supposed. And a swanky boarding school was apparently just what the doctor called for.
“I know you’re worried, but just remember what I told you about first days, May,” the woman in the front seat of the car reminded the girl.
May fidgeted with her uniform, the navy skirt fraying just a bit at the hem.
“‘Make sure your blazer is buttoned and books are packed,’” she replied quietly.
“And it’s okay to scrape your knee if you fall, but only if you pick yourself up without shedding a tear.” Mrs. Bryant smiled as she came to a stop in front of a gated walkway. “You’ll make friends faster than you can say ‘honor student,’ May. Just try a little confidence.”
A man walked up to the window of the car. “Welcome, Mrs. Bryant,” he greeted.
Mrs. Bryant winked as she slipped the man a bill. “Give my daughter a hand with her baggage, please.”
May frowned, keeping her mouth shut for fear of releasing the butterfree that must have been having seizures inside of her stomach, they convulsed so violently.
“I’ll see you at Christmas, love,” the brown-haired woman kissed the girl on the forehead as May slowly un-seat belted herself and nodded. The guard opened the passenger door.
“Bye Mom,” she muttered as she jumped unceremoniously out of the car.
The gate opened as the guard—with her suitcase in hand—tapped a code into a datapad. He looked expectantly at the uniformed girl, her brown curls pulled into a braid. “Are you okay, Miss Bryant?”
“Yes,” she replied quietly. “I’m just a little nervous, I guess.”
“Have you ever gone to a boarding school before?” he asked as he led the way up the pavement.
“No,” she admitted.
“Well, Brookfield Preparatory Academy is the top private school in Johto, and one of the best in the world, so you’re bound to do well here.”
After a short while, her guard stopped at what appeared to be a ferry port and placed down her suitcase. A small, but extremely polished white boat sat docked and a young woman stood beside an older, rotund man with a great gray beard who reminded May of the Father Christmas her mother had always taken her to see at the Lilycove Department Store.
A pang of nervousness accompanied the thought, but in her mind’s eye her mother beamed at her, and May sighed.
“Thank you for your kindness, Mr—”
“Oh, don’t mention it. Now, you’ll need to get on the ferry in order to get to the main campus. The dormitories are also located on the inlet and surround the main school. Good luck, Miss Bryant,” he added before leaving her alone, facing the ferry.
As May approached, the young woman with dark, long brown hair eyed her. She wore a similar uniform to hers, though she had a sweater over her blouse as opposed to the navy blazer the freshman wore. A bright red pin shone on her chest and the younger girl immediately recognized her, though she wasn’t given much of a chance to process exactly from where she knew her.
“Hello! I’m the Head Girl, Giselle Martin, and welcome to—” she gasped and grasped May’s hands. “You look very much like— are you the Norman Bryant’s daughter? I was told his eldest child, May, was transferring today!”
“Um, yes but—”
“Oh, Mew! I’m such a big fan of your father’s! I just have to come over to your house some time when school isn’t in session!” She flashed a brilliant smile. “You must be following in his footsteps, no?”
May grimaced. She'd gotten this spiel before. “I’m not a big fan of battling, actually—”
“Ah!” Giselle bit her lip and glanced at her PokeTch. “Well, I think you’ll have lots of opportunity to think about exactly what you want to do with your life over the next four years. Brookfield offers such a wide variety of activities to its students; you couldn’t possibly be bored even if you tried!” The teenager snapped her finger and a younger boy in the school’s uniforms rushed over to her. “Kenny, find Miss Bryant a seat.”
The boys nodded and Giselle winked at her. “If you ever need anything, feel free to ask. I’m always watching out for my little sisters. Au revoir!”
The second boy—Kenny, his name was— silently held out his hand for the girl and blushed. “I’m Kenny Johnston, first year.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” May replied with a weak smile. The poor boy was shaking, he was so nervous.
He didn’t say anything else until they got onto the ferry, at which point he shot Giselle a glance. “Enjoy the ride,” he said and got off of the boat.
May waved before finding a seat toward the back of the ferry. She placed her suitcase beside her and glanced around. A few people sat scattered around the vessel, and only two girls seemed to really know each other. Another boy sat in front of her, flipping the pages of a book at an incredible pace.
Bored already, she glanced out of the window and jumped only a bit when the motor began to hum. The water beneath the boat reflected the clear afternoon sky. In the distance, she could make out a large structure—gothic in design— on a large plot of green.
This was Brookfield Preparatory Academy. It was ritzy and glamorous… the stuff dreams were made of. The children of celebrities and socialites and politicians and businessmen studied here. Sure, her father had a pretty affluent career, but the lifestyle the Bryant family was accustomed to couldn’t have possibly been anywhere in the vicinity of what May imagined to be the median of standard of living here.
May glanced over at the two girls in mild interest. “Oh, Misty, I don’t know how you even put up with him!” cried a blue-haired girl. She was clearly a lovely girl, and considering her bust seemed to fit a bit too tightly in her blouse, she probably was a favorite of the male population.
The other girl, a redhead, fingered the end of her long braid in exasperation. This girl, May noted, was quite striking. She wasn’t beautiful in the way that the blunette was, and she was slim—borderline waifish, but not to the point of concern of emaciation—and tall.
“Our families have always done business together; this is no different,” the other girl explained. “I can’t just stand up from the table at one of my father’s dinners and insult his family like that. I have to hold my tongue—no matter what.” The girl rolled her blue eyes. “But how was your summer?”
The first girl smirked. “You know Brendan?”
She nodded with a blush. “Well, he got a job at Dr. Rowan’s lab during my internship.”
The redhead chuckled. “Dawn, you can do better.”
The other girl rolled her eyes. “He's a nice guy.”
“He dated Lily.”
“Well it's not like anything happened.” Dawn stalled, biting the edge of her mouth. “Much.”
“Sometimes I wish you didn't have that 'living on the edge' blood in your veins.”
“At least I live at—”
“Good afternoon!” an announcement buzzed through the intercom system and May jumped up, this time thoroughly startled. “We’re just docking at the port now, so if you will all begin to get your belongings together, we will let you off momentarily.”
The two girls stood before the boat even stopped moving and the green-haired boy in front of May, who had been quite invested in a book, along with the few others on board, followed shortly after.
The brunette thanked the Santa-esqe captain and followed the pathway to the entrance of the school.
Glancing up, May inhaled sharply. The building was far larger than anything she had ever seen before. Brookfield Castle was a beautiful structure. A great ivory wall arched over her head—an exterior hallway that wound its way around the entire castle.
The tips of the towers—there were thirteen in total, she’d read—glittered dully in the sunlight, their dark gray paint contrasting with the off white hued building. Arches, flying buttresses, and stained glass windows larger than her house decorated the school… she was dizzy from it all.
The two girls she’d seen earlier had already made it to the great doorway and May quickly followed suit. She would have lots of opportunity to gawk later. Her suitcase began to get heavy and she rested it on the ground as she stood, silent, in the sea of students.
There must have been a couple hundred of them, at least. Cute girls surrounded her in matching uniforms and handsome boys unknowingly added to the mess whilst charming them. Were all rich people beautiful?
May exhaled as the door opened. A boy in a school uniform—wearing a red pin similar to Giselle’s— smiled broadly at the kids. He was a kind-looking guy, with rather long hair. ‘So this is Head Boy Sketchit; he seems kind of like a hippie,’ she thought.
“Welcome to Brookfield Academy! For many of you, this is your first time crossing the threshold behind me, and for many others, this threshold leads you home. I am Tracy Sketchit, fourth year, and I’m very happy to welcome you to Brookfield! Once inside, please leave your belongings in the hallway and then proceed to the dining hall.”
The wave of students drew May into the current, and she soon stood inside the castle. If possible, it was even more beautiful on the inside. Arches and paintings and chandeliers and… a fountain! She grinned with excitement as she set her suitcase down and followed the two girls from the ferry into the largest dining hall she’d ever seen.
A nearly empty table on the other side of the hallway appealed greatly to her sense of introversion and anti-socialism, so she slumped into the chair furthest away from the three people sitting at the other end.
A girl with long brown hair was laughing at a visibly irritated auburn-haired boy. The third member of their group, his head covered in a messy mop of raven, rolled his eyes and rested his head on the table while sticking his hand underneath the table. He caught May watching him and lifted his head, smiling.
“Leaf, you’re embarrassing yourself in front of the new girl,” the boy chastised, clearly used to the bickering of his friends. The girl turned from the other boy and winked at May, resting her chin conspiratorially in her folded hands.
“You’re new, huh?” May nodded. “Here’s a piece of advice: don’t talk to Gary, he’s an *** and a pervert.”
The boy next to the older girl scowled at her and the other one chuckled. “She’s just kidding.” He slid down the bench to sit closer to May, who jumped in surprise. A pikachu leapt onto the table in front of her and winked. “I’m Ash Ketchum and this is Pikachu, and these two are Gary Oak and Adriana—”
“—though if you call me that, I’ll kick you in the face—” the girl interjected sweetly.
“—Ryder who goes by ‘Leaf’ and prefers people call her that,” Ash continued with a dark smirk.
Leaf clicked her tongue and crossed her legs. “I was not about to persist in that woman’s frivolous little name game. Fifty-three Adriana Ryders running around is enough for one family, I think. But enough about me,” the older girl lilted. “What’s your name, freshie?”
“I’m May Bryant,” the younger student replied, blushing slightly at the diminutive nickname as another boy sat in between her and Gary. “But I’m actually a second year transfer.” He placed his book down on the table and sighed, running a hand through his sea-foam green hair.
“Leaf, I have to say, you were right about Holden. He certainly is… eccentric.”
The girl grinned. “He appealed to me, anyway. Drew, this is, uh… May Truant? No... Bryant. Yes, that’s it. Sorry, kid, but I’m terrible with names. May, this is Drew Linus.”
May studied the boy—something nagged at her—and she frowned, wracking her brain. Where had she seen him before? He seemed so familiar, though she was sure she hadn’t ever met him.
“It’s a pleasure to be the object of your surveying, Miss Bryant,” he acknowledged with a grin after a rather awkward moment. May, unaware that she had been staring at him, flushed even more and sank into her seat.
“I—I was just—”
“It’s okay,” Leaf winked. “Drew does have a way of turning perfectly sane girls into fangirling airheads. I guess it comes with the territory of being a world-class coordinator,” she added as an afterthought.
May snapped her finger. “That’s it! I saw you in the Hoenn Grand Festival last week. You were doing really well, but—”
“But Solidad was doing far, far better than I was,” he stated, and his eyebrows rose in moderate surprise. “It would have taken a miracle to beat her.”
Ash rolled his eyes. “You’re too modest, Drew.”
The green haired boy waved him off. “So you’re a sophomore, too?”
May nodded. “I transferred this year. But I’m taking a lot of third and fourth-year courses.”
“So you’re a scholarship student?” Leaf inquired quietly. May blushed; it wasn’t common knowledge that her father’s gym had been… facing some financial issues.
“I mean, I’m not saying you look like a commoner or anything,” the older girl insisted frankly, gesticulating wildly. That seemed to be a trait of hers. “But there are two types of students at Brookfield Prep: the super-wealthy, spoiled, high society kids who are fine sticking with the standard track because they’ve got no real reason to achieve more than they need to—don’t get me wrong, everyone gets good grades here... mostly because all of our parents would just massacre us, with the rate that tuition is increasing—and then there are the bourgeoisie overachievers who have to apply for the honors program because that’s the only way the school will pay any attention to them.”
“And then there’s a small group of students who try to do everything they can to prove to their paternal units that they aren’t about to follow in their gilded footsteps,” Gary added, folding his arms and leaning back into the bench.
“That’s us,” Ash interrupted brightly. “The Non-Judgmental Breakfast Club.”
Leaf grinned. “I came up with name.”
“She’s a bit of a pop culture buff,” Drew added, waving his clearly well-loved copy of Catcher in the Rye in the air.
Ash's pikachu babbled a bit to its trainer, and Ash scowled. “Someday you’ll learn some respect, buddy.” He winked at May. “Don’t worry; it’s not a prerequisite to joining. I’m not really well versed like the others are, as Pikachu likes to remind me on a regular basis.”
May gaped at them. This was all happening a little too quickly. “I don’t need to join your group; I’m not an upperclassman or anything…”
Leaf rolled her eyes. “The whole class system is a tool of our parents, so we don’t subscribe to those labels. But we’re not all ‘upperclassmen’ actually. Drew’s in your year.”
Gary glanced over at the older girl. “She just met us so she’s probably a bit unused to your idiosyncrasies,” he groaned.
“It’s taken you thirteen years—”
“And he’s still in therapy,” Ash finished for her. “Look, May, we’re not going to bully you into hanging with us, but I can’t think of a more down-to-earth group of people at this school than us. It’s the whole trust fund thing.”
May glanced down at the full, steaming plate that a waitress had placed down moments before. “I was wondering, actually… I saw a couple girls on the ferry over here, and they seemed nice enough… I think they were called Dawn and Mist—”
Leaf inhaled sharply and glanced nervously over at Ash, who clenched his chopsticks a bit tighter as he dug into the shrimp. May furrowed her brow at this uncharacteristic action but just opted to begin her own dinner.
“Dawn Berlitz and Misty Waterflower are nice enough, I suppose,” Leaf replied stiffly. “I don’t really have much to do with them, in all honesty. Waterflower’s another honor student, so you’ll probably have a class or two with her, though she’s in our year, so she’s in some really accelerated courses… Sharp as a whip, that girl. But she’s also got a sharp tongue, and she’s pretty rough around the edges. I guess she's got to, though, to stand out.”
When May visibly had no idea what Leaf was talking about, Gary rolled his eyes. “She has three sisters, Lily, Violet and Daisy. And while they're not exactly college material, they were hot enough to slip through the cracks of the application process here, and I'm pretty sure they got into their top choices for university, too.”
“Terrific swimmers, the whole family,” Leaf added. “But while Misty's a pretty girl, she wasn't gifted with the whole sex-goddess thing. So she's got to work especially hard to keep up with them.”
“Berlitz is pretty popular with the boys, and I do think she’s in your year.” Gary muttered. “She’s got a laundry list of ‘projects’ or boyfriends who she cleans up and props up with the help of her mommy’s wallet.”
“She goes after the bad boys,” Leaf added. “It’s pretty amusing, actually.”
May shot a glance at the black haired boy beside her, who had begun to draw little rice-designs with his chopsticks. Perhaps he’d been one of Dawn’s “projects,” too? May hoped she hadn’t prodded a sore wound; Ash seemed like such a nice boy.
“So,” Drew started quietly, trying to break the tension that had quickly coated the table. “This summer’s been quite an eventful one…”
The rest of the night passed by fairly quickly. May was given her dormitory assignment and bid her new acquaintances goodbye before heading to the northernmost tower.
The room was ornate—at this point she would have been surprised if it had been any less so. Two four post beds draped in purple linens stood in the center. Tapestries and cabinets and a full length mirror decorated the room, but May didn’t feel as uncomfortable as she had in other parts of the building. There was something about this room that seemed… quaint.
A window by her bed revealed that the sky had turned dark during her dinner. Glancing quickly at her PokeTch, she realized with a jolt that it was already 9:20, and if she was going to wake up at six in the morning, she was going to need as much sleep as possible.
As she was going through her nightly ritual—change into pajamas, brush teeth, hair— footsteps alerted her to her roommate’s arrival. She spit out the toothpaste and peered out of the door to see a tall, thin redhead with clear blue eyes eyeing her suitcase carefully.
“Excuse me?” May stepped out of the bathroom.
The older girl smiled. “You must be May. Giselle said I’d be rooming with the new girl,” she added to herself.
“And you are—”
“Misty Waterflower,” she offered in an amused tone. “I'm a third year.”
Considering it best not to press the Ash matter, May bit her lip. She certainly wasn’t good at the whole “making new friends” game.
Misty seemed pretty aware of the younger girl’s discomfort, so she sat on her bed and pulled a laptop out of one of her suitcases. May really wasn't an extrovert by any stretch of the imagination.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I have a presentation tomorrow in my Physiology and Anatomy seminar, and I have to put a few finishing touches on it.”
“I don’t,” May replied quietly. “I have to get to sleep, anyway.”
The redhead smiled at her. “Goodnight, then.”
May shut her eyes and tried not to see her mother, father and brother flash in her mind’s eye. It was going to be a long year.