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    A/N: Hi, I’m here to post my fic. It’s very long, already fifty-five chapters in, but I was advised to post it here to get more reviews and stuff. I’m going to post the first three chapters now and then post a couple more in the next few days. I really want to get all these backlog chapters out of the way, so I’ll be posting pretty frequently, about two-three chapters a week. If reading in chunks annoys you, here’s a link to Mentor on FFnet so you can read the whole thing at once. Though be warned: I am editing these chapters as I’m posting, so chapters on FFnet probably have mistakes scattered about them. It might be better just to wait for me to post edited chapters so your reading experience will be better overall.


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    Mentor
    Chapter 1:
    The Beginning


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    It was cloudy. Too cloudy.

    Glaring at the sky between the leaves and branches of the tree, Leah grumbled under her breath as she fidgeted in place. A cool wind blew her dark hair into her face, but she roughly tucked it back behind her ear without taking her eyes from the skyline. She shoved her hands into her pocket and leaned back against the thick and smooth wood of the tree.

    Her narrow gray eyes studied the dark clouds in the distance that were rolling towards her at a slow, but threatening place.

    A burst of laughter caught her attention. Leah frowned and tried to put her focus solely on the weather. Though, in the corner of her eye, she could easily make out several huddling, though cheerful, figures ahead of her that hardly had a care in the world.

    She made something of a bitter smirk as she lost her concentration and decided to watch them instead of doing the more important thing in her mind. Unlike the shivering population across the street from her, she wasn’t the least bit cold, having worn a heavy raincoat; just in case the day wouldn’t have been as bright and sunny as the news predicted last night.

    And behold,’ she thought. Knowing how her luck went, it would probably be raining and miserable by the time she finally got out of here.

    It was definitely not the weather one would expect for someone’s very first day as a Pokemon trainer.

    …Well, technically not her first day, exactly. No, she was talking about their first day, the ones that were obviously much shorter and brattier than her. The ones that were stupid enough not to expect a cold day in the middle of July. The ones that were talking excitedly to the people around them about what type of Pokemon they were going to get.

    The ones that had no clue what they were getting into.

    She could pretty much guess what they were talking about, even if only hearing the faint buzz of their conversation since she was standing quite far away. They were hoping for a rare Pokemon for their starter. Maybe Charmander, Squirtle, or Bulbasaur, the endangered and highly sought out Pokemon that were usually the starters in most gameboy games; the ‘classic’ starters. Or maybe something more exotic, like Eevee, Dratini, or Pikachu. Or maybe even something foreign like Larvitar.

    If not talking about Pokemon, they were most likely boasting on how they were going to be a Pokemon Master. How they were going to be the next Champion of the Pokemon League, having sorely trounced the Elite Four. They didn’t care how they were going to do it. They were just going to and nothing would stop them.

    Well, whatever they were talking about, all she knew was that every single one of them was going to be disappointed in the end. No exceptions. None. Zip. Nada.

    She knew this, could predict this with ease, because she was an official Pokemon trainer. Emphasis on the ‘was’, though.

    What raced through their minds once went through hers… But that was a long time ago.

    Leah stared at the bunch of brats, mentally counting all the continuous moving figures as they were running and splashing in the mud and small puddles. One, two, three…. Maybe about fifteen, according to her calculations.

    It was actually surprising. She had been expecting a bit more than that puny number. Why, when she first became a trainer, there were three times more kids! All of them, including her, admittedly, were eager to get their first Pokemon from Professor Oak. Her ‘generation’ of trainers came from all around Kanto, having looked forward to that day for their whole lives.

    She shook her head and tried to redirect her thoughts. That was then and this was now. Besides, what did she care if there weren’t a lot of them? It would be less work for her. She had been watching the idiots for over thirty minutes and she already didn’t like them. They acted so immature and, well, stupid. It just bugged her to think she was once like that.

    With a small sigh, she closed her eyes and tried to block out the buzz of chatter.

    Oh, if only she could have stayed in bed that morning. Her grandmother was at a conference in Viridian City, so no one could have forced her to get up and get going. She could have skipped the day entirely and have been completely worry free. But, sadly, unfortunately, and of the most rotten luck, she had to go. She had to get up at eight in the morning, walk all the way to Oak’s lab while ignoring the chill, and had to watch the little morons until Professor Oak bothered to come out of his cozy little lab.

    If only she didn’t have to deal with them-

    A loud voice cut into her thoughts.

    “Excuse me!”

    Leah turned her head to stare down at one of the smartly dressed figures that was standing before the crowd of kids and in front of the door to Oak’s lab. His arms were waving at them. “Can everyone look at me, please!”

    All eyes turned towards the two men and the kids quieted their talking into a whispering frenzy.

    “Uh, thank you,” the man said and cleared his throat. “I am Professor Jones and this is my colleague, Professor Mare,” he said, indicating to the silent and solemn man beside him before continuing, “Professor Oak, unfortunately, will not be handing out the Pokemon today as he is CURRENTLY BUSY-” The man was forced the shout over the moans and groans of the excited, and now disappointed, children.

    Professor Jones tried to get their attention again, but couldn’t. He gave his colleague a pitiful and helpless look.

    “As Professor Jones was saying,” the stern, but booming voice of Professor Mare said, instantly cutting through the protests and silencing the many voices. “Professor Jones will be handing out the Pokemon, Pokedex, and your trainer licenses to you. All other equipment isn’t our concern. If you’d follow Professor Jones, he will brief you on what you will be doing as a trainer-”

    “Yes, thank you,” Professor Jones said with relief. “Children, if you’d follow me into the lab-”

    Professor Jones disappeared behind the door of the large building as the trainers-to-be scrambled forwards, nearing running after the professor. They somehow squeezed through the small doorway and all their loud voices were cut off as the door closed behind them.

    Leah watched them leave, having not moved an inch from her tree. ‘What now?’ she thought, hiding her anticipation behind thoughts of boredom.

    She noticed that the only ones left outside were herself, Professor Mare, and five other people. Like her, the five were all obviously older than ten-years-old and she could instantly tell they were trainers. Of course, some of them having Pokemon out, like the Ekans wrapped around one guy’s neck, did help her out.

    She sighed and knew the end had come. Reluctantly leaving her tree behind, she carefully walked down the hill that was overlooking the lab, her shoes making a squishing sound as she walked over the muddy grass. Crossing the road and stepping onto the solid cement of the driveway, she lined up with the five trainers, her hands clenched in her pockets.

    A slight feeling of nausea started to grow in her chest and she could feel her jacket clinging to her skin. She swallowed nervously and suddenly didn’t feel quite as brave as she felt just minutes ago.

    There was no turning back. It was time to face her doom.

    “Now,” Professor Mare started again.

    “I understand you six signed up for the Trainer Mentorship Program that Professor Oak is hosting-”

    Oh yes,’ Leah thought bitterly, anxious to distract her mind from her sudden swell of nervousness. Though ‘signed up’ wouldn’t even be close to the terms she would use. More like ‘bribed’ or ‘unwillingly signed up in an attempt to dodge the likelihood of boarding school.’

    The Trainer Mentor Program. There were so many words she could use to describe it, but she liked to sum it up with ‘annoying’, ‘troublesome’, and ‘the source of all her problems’. The program was relatively new and had only started up about two years ago. The purpose was, according to her, to travel with a bunch of brats and make sure they didn’t hurt themselves or get into any stupid situations.

    The only good side that Leah could see, was that it only lasted around four months. It could have been worse. A lot worse, actually, if what her grandmother told her about the ‘rough draft’ of the program was true.

    The Trainer Mentor Program was also something that she had been positively dreading for the past month. No matter what her grandmother said, Leah just knew that it would be an awful experience.

    “-I, Professor Jones, and Professor Oak are thankful to you for lending us your spare time in guiding young trainers on their Pokemon journeys,” he continued, addressing the group as a whole. “You are already Pokemon trainers and you know what to expect and know the dangers that can happen on such a journey. You six are here to prevent any accidents from befalling these youths.

    “This year, there are sixteen new trainers and, as such, four of you will be mentoring three of the children and two of you will have two, each. I have chosen your groups for you and I’d like you all to wait by the mailbox for your charges after I am finished,” he peered at them seriously. “Any questions?”

    “Yeah,” the boy with the Ekans, who was standing beside her, piped up, “What if one of them wants to go home? What do we do with them then?”

    It was no secret that around fifty percent of all newbie trainers gave up in the first month, and around forty-five percent in the next four months. For whatever reason they had, only around five percent of the newbie trainers would stay in the game and become ‘professionals’. The drop outs, on the other hand, would go back home, go back to school, and mostly forget their dreams of being professional Pokemon trainers.

    Hell, she should know; she was one of them. And hopefully, so were the brats she was going to get. She had been watching them for a while and she could hardly see any of them becoming a real Pokemon trainer.

    Professor Mare was still talking in an annoying drone, “-I’d advise that you fly them home or drop them off in your travels. Your job of mentoring them is only done when either one or both of your charges quit, or if your time period of four months is done, or if they gain four or more gym badges. That way, their Pokemon should be strong enough to take care of their trainers.”

    Another one of the trainers asked a question, but Leah zoned out of the conversation. What they were talking about wasn’t important. Whichever type of brats she would get would probably – hopefully – drop out after a week. She doubted that she would have follow them around for a whole four months.

    Keep thinking positively’, she advised herself. The whole situation would go by faster if she did.

    “Hey,” the boy with the Ekans whispered to her with a smile, also ignoring the Professor.

    Leah barely glanced at him, still submerged in her thoughts. “What do you want?”

    “What Pokemon do you have?”

    “None of your business,” she replied immediately, not caring if she was being rude. It wasn’t like she was ever going to see him again anyways.

    “Aw, c’mon,” he said with a whine. “I’m curious.”

    Leah dodged the question with a furious whisper. “Why do you want to know?”

    “Because I know all these guys,” he said, indicating with his head at the other trainers next to him, trying not to disturb his Ekans. “A lot of us started together and we’ve seen each other around a lot. I know all their Pokemon and stuff. I like to know my fellow Pallet trainers and what way is best than to start with Pokemon?” He shrugged with a grin. “It’s also just a weird that I’ve never seen you around before.”

    “You wouldn’t of seen me around,” she said with a grimace.

    “If you two are done whispering,” Professor Mare interrupted with an icy stare as he and the other four trainers looked at them. “I am quite sure that it is almost time for your charges to come outside.”

    “So, we wait at the mail box?” the boy asked, looking properly chastised.

    “Yes,” Professor Mare said and spoke again just as the trainers were turning away. “One more thing. I would like to remind you all that if you have any problems that you cannot solve for yourselves, get in contact with the Pokemon League or with Professor Oak. Do not keep your problems to yourselves.”

    A few of the trainers muttered an affirmative as Leah walked back up the driveway and towards the metal mailbox standing on a wooden post. She stopped right before it and, after a moment of thought, turned to the Ekans boy who followed her.

    “Hey,” she said and continued before he could reply, “I’m gonna be up there.” She pointed to the large tree which she was leaning against earlier. “Tell that to the ones that come looking for me.”

    Leah had already walked off the driveway and across the dirt road by the time the boy could reply.

    “Wait!” he exclaimed. “I don’t even know your name!”

    “I don’t care,” she shouted back without looking as she hopped over the shoddy looking knee-high fence that separated the road from the wild looking grass. She made her way back up the hill, kicking up the excess pebbles behind her and stood proudly at the top.

    She found that she rather liked the hill as she appreciated the sudden silence. Turning around, she once again leaned against the tree. Her shoulders slumped and she found herself finally relaxing.

    The conversation with the Professor didn’t go that bad, though that was probably because she zoned out for, like, half of it. It was short and not that sweet, but it didn’t matter. Actually, maybe it was a good thing that Professor Oak was busy. He would most likely ramble on a lot more and look them straight in the eye to make sure they understood. Or, at least, that’s how her grandmother said Oak acted. Leah had never met the guy before.

    And now most likely never will. Oh well.

    Glancing down, Leah could only spot the bored looking teens, but couldn’t see any of the newbies. How long had she been up there for? Maybe a minute?

    “This,” she said out loud, “is going to take a while.”

    Finding herself watching the Ekans boy as he rubbed the Pokemon’s head, she quickly averted her eyes and scolded herself. What was going on with her? She had much better things to do then to stare at some kid!

    …But there was something about that kid that was bugging her.

    “What Pokemon do you have?”

    Leah blinked. Oh, right. That reminded her.

    Digging through her pocket, she pulled out a miniaturized red and white Poke Ball that was warm in her hand and was coated lightly with sweat. She stared at it and her lips pulled into a grimace.

    “Ew. Have I been holding onto it for all this time?”

    Her thump rubbed against the edges of the tape on top of the sphere. Underneath the tape was a single sticker that had once been a sparkly green Bulbasaur. However, time had done its magic and now it was dull, crinkly, and yellow-ish, only held to the Poke Ball by the clear Scotch-tape.

    The sight made her feel a prickle of nostalgia and she remembered that the day before her Pokemon journey began, her ten-year-old self had bought a whole sheet of Pokemon stickers and decorated all her new training items with them. The only reason her Poke Ball wasn’t covered with them was because her grandmother had warned her that she’d be holding the Poke Ball a lot and the stickers would peel off and get in the way.

    Not that she had ever held her Poke Ball much since the days she had been a Pokemon trainer. She didn’t even know why the sticker and tape were still on the Poke Ball five years later; she had just never gotten around to peeling them off.

    Another glance at Oak’s non-moving door made a decision.

    Leah clicked the button in the middle of the ball and pointed it at the ground.

    “Sands,” she commanded and flinched as the ball snapped opened in her hand and let loose a white light that gathered beside her. A small rushing sound had her lean uncomfortably to the side as her Poke Ball closed, its job being done.

    The Pokemon that stood with her wasn’t as classic or exotic or foreign as she would have liked to deal with.

    It stood on its hind legs and didn’t even reach her knee in height. It had a rodent face and body that was covered in yellow plating. Where the protective armor didn’t cover, like its muzzle and front, there was short white hair that was almost bristle in nature. Sticking out of its behind was a stubby tail and the Pokemon had two triangular ears on the top of its head.

    The Sandshrew put its nose in the air and sniffed lightly. Its dark beady eyes looked around itself and it made a small squeak as it noticed Leah standing there, arms held firmly at her side.

    “Hey,” she tried to give it a smile, but it just ended up looking awkward.

    “Shrew?” Sands said with a small whine as it gazed at her with no tiny amount of suspicion.

    Sands the Sandshrew. Where should she start? For one, it was her first and only Pokemon and it was about five years old now. She got it when she first became a trainer and had kept when she quit being a trainer a week after starting. Truthfully, she didn’t want to keep the Pokemon, not wanting any reminder of being a trainer, but her grandmother insisted on her keeping it. Something about responsibility and all that rot.

    “Guess what?” Leah said with mock cheerfulness, deciding to get down to business. “You’re finally going to become useful.”

    It looked up at her and blinked.

    She just sighed in exasperation. The Pokemon was just an animal with superpowers; she couldn’t expect it to understand what she was saying.

    “I’m being forced to become a… trainer, again,” she muttered. “So…”

    “Shrew?” Sands said.

    Leah hated to put it out loud. Saying it just made it more real and saying it herself felt like she was admitting defeat. “Yeah, Sands. Me and you have to try this again. Right from the very beginning.”

    Sands sat on its hunches and its ears perked up as chatter suddenly filled the air.

    Her attention being caught, she could see that the kids that came out of the door were filled with a new type of energy as they pranced around in excitement. They laughed as they dramatically threw their Poke Balls to the sky and watched as the bright light came down and manifested their first Pokemon.

    Leah wondered which of the brats would be hers. Maybe the blond one in blue or maybe the one with the Meowth? But no. She could see the Ekans kid pointing over at her to two or three of the kids that were crowding around the five teenagers.

    “Sands,” she said without taking her eyes off the crowd. “I think I’m going to be sick.”

    The dark clouds that had been looming over Pallet Town were completely forgotten in her mind. Her only thought was centered around a hope that the future would go smoothly.

    Though, knowing her, it was doubtful.
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    YAY!! I love this fan fic. Thank you for uploading this on Serebii.net!!
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    Chapter 2:
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    Leah took in a deep breath and tried to put a smile on her face that didn’t look entirely fake. The easiest way possible to get through four months of torture was to be as friendly as she could, to be very agreeable, and for people to like her. But to do that she had to look happy, and be a nice person, and-

    Oh, screw it,’ she thought as her smile flipped upside down. If they couldn’t put up with her and her bad mood, then too bad for them. She would just ignore them if she had to.

    “Okay, Sands. Here they come,” she said to her Pokemon who was still sitting dumbly on the ground. “Try to look as mean and ferocious as a rat like you can.”

    She could spot her ‘charges’ very clearly from where she was standing. The two small figures (thankfully not three) were standing before Leah’s hill. One of them was having problems getting over the weak-looking fence and the other was trying to help. Their small voices drifted toward Leah, and she noticed the one helping seemed to do most of the talking.

    After they got over the fence, she watched them climb the hill, which wasn’t very steep, but was seemingly a challenge for the ten-year-olds. Leah didn’t say a word when they got to the top and faced her for the first time. She glared a bit in their direction and took some of her valuable time to study their features closely.

    The first, the helper, was a boy and he looked positively energetic in his pastel green and white striped shirt and green shorts. He had shocking orange hair that clung to his head with hardly a hair out of place and his round face was dotted with freckles. Bright hazel eyes widened as he stared at her.

    The one that was having the trouble was a girl. She had straight black hair that fell to her shoulders and was mostly kept back from her face with a headband. She wore blue overalls with a little red heart sewed in the center of her chest, and a pink shirt underneath. She looked a bit ill she kept her eyes focused on the ground, afraid to meet Leah’s eyes.

    Overall, one looked like he would press a button labeled ‘Do Not Touch’ just because he could, while the other hardly looked like someone who was ready to face the world.

    “You our mentor person?” the boy asked as he took in Leah’s messy hair, pale face and worn clothing. “’Cause you don’t look very smart or strong-”

    Okay, if she wouldn’t keep them in line by being nice, she’d just have to use fear. Leah rolled her eyes and cut him off. “Yeah, insult the person with the experienced Sandshrew that can rip you apart, why don’t you?”

    Sadly, her comment seemed to have the opposite effect as the boy looked like someone who had realized that Christmas was coming early.

    “Sandshrew can rip people apart? Really? That’s so awesome!”

    Leah didn’t know how to reply to that and she mentally cursed her social skills. “It’s not for entertainment,” she said. “My Pokemon will do it to you if you piss me off.”

    The boy still had a grin on his face and looked like he was about to reply when Leah’s attentions shifted to the girl, whose head was still bowed and her small little hands clasped tightly in front of her.

    “Can you talk?” Leah asked her.

    A struggle seemed to go on in her head as she was silent for a few seconds before responding with a very quiet “yes”.

    “What’s your name?” the boy asked Leah. He obviously had never been taught that it was rude to interrupt people.

    “Why should I tell you?” Leah said as she turned her head to look at him, losing interest in the quiet girl. “You tell me yours first and then maybe I’ll tell you mine.”

    The boy scowled, but noticeably brightened up, “I’m Ed,” he then pointed at the girl. “That’s Ally. She doesn’t like talking.”

    “Obviously.”

    Okay, so now she had names to go with faces. The boy was Ed, the girl was Ally. The boy was annoyingly cheerful and the girl was very shy. One was going to be a problem and the other could be easily ignored. Leah would rather have two easily ignorable brats, but she supposed that one troublesome kid was better than two.

    But that did bring up another problem. Introductions were pretty much done, so now what should she do? She had no clue on how to deal with kids for an extended period of time.

    Before her grandmother left for Viridian City two days ago, all she advised her to do was to get to know the new trainers and to make sure that she knew them well enough to keep them out of trouble. Keep them out of trouble and everything would hopefully be smooth sailing. Well, and to be polite, but Leah disregarded that command immediately like she always did.

    Leah mentally sighed. Her grandmother never gave good advice for situations like this. What was she supposed to do with the brats? There was no way she was starting a Pokemon journey that morning no matter what happened and no matter how much the kids whined. And it wasn’t as if she could drop them off at the Pokemon Center.

    She really wasn’t ready for this…

    Looking up, Leah noticing an awkward silence had fell on the three trainers while she was thinking. Remembering the Ekans boy’s words, Leah asked with a bit of curiously, “What Pokemon do you have?”

    The boy pouted, “But we don’t know your name!”

    “I never said that I would give you my name. Now answer my question.”

    Ed stuck his chin out and answered. “My Pokemon’s much awesome-er than some Sandshrew. And it’s really strong too!” He bent down and dug around in his bright green backpack that he had earlier dropped to his feet. Getting back up moments later, he held out a brand new Poke Ball to Leah.

    Patience wasn’t one of Leah’s finer qualities. “Don’t just point it at me. Hurry up and send it out already! I don’t got all day.”

    Just as he was preparing to toss the Poke Ball in the air with an underhanded throw, Leah reached out and caught his arm.

    “Don’t throw it up,” Leah told him strictly. “You’ll probably get it stuck in the tree or something.”

    Fine,” Ed grouched and let the Poke Ball drop to the ground. The ball burst and Leah took a step back from the light that came out.

    The new Pokemon, that was quite literally laying at his feet, was just as orange as the boy’s hair. It had smooth shiny skin and a roundish head with big bulging blue eyes. There were three little fangs that were sticking out sideways from its open mouth. It had four crab-like legs and two large claws. But the most strange feature were the two red mushrooms with yellow poke-a-dots that stuck up from its back.

    The Paras, going against Ed’s praise, was peacefully enjoying the cold grass, its eyes glazed over, oblivious to the world.

    Ed was seemingly in touch with his Pokemon’s laziness. “Paras,” he whined. “Get up, come on!”

    Leah snickered. “You call that thing stronger than a Sandshrew? Sands could beat it up easily.”

    “It could not!”

    “Could too!” Leah scoffed.

    “Could not!”

    “Could too!”

    “Could not!”

    “Could-” Leah cut herself off when she realized that she was arguing with a kid. She decided a different approach.

    “Well,” she sighed dramatically and gave a sly grin at Ed. “I suppose we could settle this with the only way we trainers,” she sneered the word, “know how.”

    Ed’s eyes glinted and he understood instantly at what Leah was getting at. “Ha! I can beat you in a Pokemon battle any day of the week.”

    “You could not.”

    “Could too!”

    Could-” She nearly bashed her head against the tree when she realized that she was doing it again, so she continued on quickly. “Okay, lets battle.”

    “Yeah!” Ed said and looked around and pointed to the empty road. “Let’s go battle down there.”

    Leah waved him off. “Nah, we can do it right here.”

    Ed looked around at the small space that the hill generously provided. He seemed incredulous.

    “Here?”

    “Here,” Leah confirmed and grinned. “If your Pokemon’s really so tough, it won’t need a big space to beat my Sandshrew.”

    There wasn’t anything that Ed could find wrong in that sentence, so he agreed to the challenge, missing the malicious look in her expression.

    Already seeing problems that could arise from such an energetic character, Leah decided that she need to – how to put it kindly? – break the boy. She had already known him for five minutes and she was already annoyed. She didn’t mind if someone was cheerful, but she knew that happiness plus ten-year-old plus Pokemon trainer equaled headaches and stupidity all around.

    A Pokemon battle was the answer to her problems. No ten-year-old (except for the creepy mature ones) wanted to lose a Pokemon battle of such importance. Destroy the kid’s ego and watch him be all quiet and mope-y. Hopefully, it’ll last more than a few days, but maybe it’ll be enough time for her to come up with a more permanent solution at being surrounded by children twenty-four seven.

    She mentally patted herself on the back. A fine plan.

    “I’m going to win this, Ally,” Ed was telling his silent friend. “My first Pokemon battle!”

    Leah had completely forgotten about the girl but didn’t let it bother her as she waved Ally off to the side, where the girl stood there as nervous as ever. Leah and Ed took opposite sides of the hill with Sands and the still relaxing Paras in between them.

    “I’ll be nice,” Leah said with little friendliness, “and let you attack first.”

    “That’s your mistake!” Ed exclaimed. “Paras! Scratch attack the Sandshrew!”

    Paras, giving its trainer a lazy look, just sat there, its two claws motionless.

    “Paras! Attack! Come on! I know you can scratch. That’s what those claws are for!”

    Leah just watched as Ed kept yelling at his Pokemon to attack. Amusement coursed within her and she grinned at his ignorance. “You done?”

    “No! But-” he looked very confused as Paras ignored every single order he gave it. “Why won’t Paras attack?”

    “Because you’re stupid,” Leah mocked. “You don’t know anything about what a trainer does, do you? They don’t just fight Pokemon battles.”

    Ed was still very confused and hurt at his Pokemon’s refusal. “But that’s what a trainer does!”

    “We’re called Pokemon trainers for a reason,” Leah said. “Trainers catch Pokemon and then they train them to obey their commands. Pokemon aren’t just going to obey you as soon as you catch it. This isn’t one of those gameboy games where the Pokemon do whatever you say.”

    Seeing that Ed still didn’t understand, Leah tried something else. “Pokemon are animals with superpowers; animals aren’t as smart as us. You tell Paras to use ‘scratch’, but Paras doesn’t understand what you mean by ‘scratch’. Being a trainer means that you need to teach your Pokemon to both understand what you’re saying and for them to follow your commands.”

    Or at least, that was how the textbook described it in school. She was actually kind of surprised she remembered all that technical stuff since she thought the whole thing was just confusing as hell.

    “Um… M- Mentor?”

    Leah almost didn’t respond to that, but leaned sideways to stare directly at the girl, Ally, who was trying to grasp her attention.

    “What?” Leah asked, frowning. She didn’t like to be interrupted when she was trying to humiliate someone.

    “Uh.” She looked very nervous, playing with one of the sleeves of her shirt. “I- Is that why… my Pokemon doesn’t like me?”

    Leah shrugged. “Probably.”

    Ally looked quite relieved at her words, but Leah paid no mind to that as she was too busy giving her attention to her Sandshrew.

    “Hey, Sands,” Leah called out and knew that Sandshrew was listening by the way its ears perked up. “Use Scratch on Paras.”

    Unlike Ed’s Paras, Sands did know what Leah meant by ‘scratch’ as it slowly got onto its hind legs, holding out its clawed paw.

    “Huh?” There was alarm in Ed’s voice. “But Paras can’t attack!”

    Leah gave him a look. “This is a Pokemon battle, moron. It isn’t finished yet!”

    Sands stood in front of the Paras, looking nervously at the strange Pokemon. But it did as its master commanded as it braced itself and swing its claws in a downward arc. Paras didn’t defend itself as the sharp nails left three shallow marks on its head, but afterwards it looked a bit annoyed at the attack.

    “Sands, keep going,” Leah told it.

    Ally let out a frightened whimper and covered her mouth with her hands as a gasp escaped her at the bloodshed. Her blue eyes were wide and she stumbled backwards.

    Ed started to panic at his unresponsive Pokemon. He was shouting and begging it as Sands kept slashing away at the hard flesh that adorned Paras’ body. After that didn’t work, he tried to communicate with Leah, but she just ignored him and stared at the one-sided battle.

    He really isn’t thinking, Leah thought to herself as she heard Ed’s pleas. All he had to do to stop the battle was to return Paras to its Poke Ball and then all her plans would be ruined.

    Oh well.

    Feeling a bit of guilt at what she was doing to a kid, Leah crushed the feeling and told herself that it would help the boy in the long run. It would be better if he learned that new Pokemon couldn’t be trusted to obey him before he went on his journey. Besides, despite her dislike of the kids, she would rather not have them go through the same thing she did.

    Though, maybe she was going a bit too far. Best to wrap things up.

    “Finish it, Sands!” Leah said.

    But something went wrong.

    Sands wobbled on its feet, paws outstretched with its bloody claws gleaming. Leah studied her Pokemon closely and searched her memory frantically as the Sandshrew dizzily tried to take a step back, but fell off its feet. It was looking sickly, its dark blue eyes narrowing. It was acting like its vision was blurring.

    Leah eyes widened in panic as she remembered one little fact she overlooked. Paras had two abilities it could be born with: Dry Skin or Effect Spore. Effect Spore was a common ability among bug and grass types that could affect the attacking Pokemon with an invisible pollen that either paralyzed it, forced it asleep, or poisoned it.

    “Sands,” she barked at it as it was sitting, dazed on the grass. “Get up! Ignore it!”

    Sands moaned weakly, “Shrew….”

    Paras, at that time, was extremely annoyed and angry. Its two claws subtly pawed the dirt underneath them and, despite the pain in its head, it forced itself up. Its four legs shook with the effort, but the Pokemon took small steps forward until it was in front of the half-conscious Sandshrew.

    “Sands!” Leah shouted. “Up! Or you’re going to lose! Or I’m going to lose. Up! UP!”

    But it was too late. Paras had already brought its claw down on the soft flesh of Sand’s stomach, which left a thin, but bloody line. Sands whined in pain and forced itself into a ball, plated head covering its injured front. The bug type didn’t care, however, as it raised its other claw and did it again. Though the attack hardly left a mark on the Sandshrew’s hard outer layer.

    Leah roared, “Enough!” and returned her nearly unconscious Pokemon to its Poke Ball in a thin beam of red light.

    Then there was silence.

    Slowly, Paras lowered itself to the ground where it rested its heavy claws. A thin trail of blood made its way down the side of its face, but Paras seemingly didn’t care as it went back to what it was doing before it was interrupted: relaxing.

    Ed could hardly follow the turn of events. All he knew was that, somehow, Paras had defeated Sandshrew with a single scratch attack. And that he had won.

    He had one his very first Pokemon battle.

    “I… won?” Ed asked himself in amazement as glazed down on his Pokemon.

    Ally slowly took her hands from her mouth and got up from the ground, but kept her distance. Though the battle was over, she didn’t dare approach Ed, still terrified from the real-life battle that had just took place in front of her.

    Anger started to build in Leah’s chest at her humiliating defeat and she felt like yelling and throwing things around. She made a tight grimace, her hands clenched at her sides, one of them having a tightening hold over her Poke Ball.

    She lost to a Paras. Sands lost to a Paras, she corrected herself, but that didn’t take any of the anger away. Because she was the one who forgot about the Effect Spore ability. She lost all because of a stupid mistake that could have easily have been avoided. She, a fifteen year-old, lost to a ten-year-old. How embarrassing. How humiliating. She hardly ever felt like wanting to hide her face in shame or becoming invisible, but it seemed that those feelings were coming back with a vengeance.

    Taking a deep breath, she tried to steady herself, but that hardly helped in the least.

    She needed to leave, Leah decided to herself as she gritted her teeth, or she was probably going to start saying wildly inappropriate things and just making a further mess of herself.

    “I’ve had enough,” Leah muttered out loud as she turned her back on her two charges. “I’m getting out of here.”

    Ed couldn’t shake the grin from his face, but it dimmed just a bit when he heard Leah’s quiet words. “What?” he said in confusion as he turned. “Why? Where you going?”

    “Home,” was his only reply as Leah recklessly walked down the hill without a regard to her own safety, kicking away anything in her path.

    Confused, Ed tried to exchange a glance with Ally, but she avoided his look and stood there silently, nervously glancing in Leah’s direction.

    Coming to the conclusion that their mentor didn’t care if she left them behind, Ed returned Paras to its Poke Ball and swung his backpack over his shoulder. He then took a running start and tore down the hill. Ally watched him skid to a halt at the bottom and turn around to look at her.

    “Ally!” he shouted. “Come on! She’s going to leave us behind!”

    Very hesitant, Ally cautiously and slowing climbed down the hill, where she met Ed at the bottom. He was making impatient looks down the road where Leah was walking. Their mentor was getting smaller and smaller as she got further away and she didn’t even look back at them once to check if they were following.

    Are we supposed to follow?’ Ally wondered. What if their mentor didn’t want them to? What were they supposed to do then? Should they follow?

    Ed obviously thought so as he grabbed Ally’s hand. “We have to follow her,” he said, like he was reading her thoughts. “We gotta catch up ‘cause if she gets away, we’ll probably never see her again, then we can’t go on our Pokemon journeys!”

    Ally was aware that she had no choice when he said it like that, but she still couldn’t help but look back at Oak’s lab to see all the other trainers like her having a fun time with their new Pokemon and experienced mentor.

    “I don’t really like her,” Ed said suddenly as he led the way. Ally looked at him in confusion. He elaborated, “She’s mean and stuff. And she attacked Paras when she didn’t have to.”

    “P- Paras is hurt now too,” Ally said.

    “Yeah,” Ed replied, but he didn’t seem very concerned at that fact, like that was normal for a Pokemon.

    Ally frowned and didn’t speak again. There was silence between them once they could no longer see Oak’s lab.

    All they could do now was to follow their mentor’s retreating back. They had to become Pokemon trainers.

    It was their dream.

    There was no alternative.

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    Leah subtly glanced behind her. They were still following her.

    With a snarl on her face, she sped up her pace. Damn it! She thought she lost them when she took that sharp turn at Marlin Street. She certainly didn’t see them for about ten minutes afterwards, but they must have caught up somehow!

    Argh! She did not want them trailing after her like lost puppies. Why couldn’t they just leave her alone? Did Leah ask them to follow her? No! They just started to do it by themselves for whatever stupid reason they had. They didn’t need her and she didn’t want them! The brats could just find a new mentor.

    Were they really that set on going on a Pokemon journey?

    Leah mentally chided herself for her ignorance that she displayed earlier that morning. Of course, she would get the stubborn ones. Who did she take herself for, some lucky person?

    Feeling the burst of anger fading, she downgraded her snarl into a scowl and finally loosened the grip on the Poke Ball that was still in her pocket. Walking even faster, she wondered what the point was. If they would follow her even when she started to run, then they wouldn’t be put off by a little speed-walk.

    “Stupid brats,” she muttered, exhaustion clouding her voice. Her pace became slow and lazy as she slouched and sighed in defeat. There was no getting away from them.

    Her eyes turned upwards to the cloudy sky that had hardly a blue patch in sight. It would start raining soon, she just knew it. She had to go home soon if she didn’t want to be caught in the rain.

    She pulled the woolen strings on her hood and felt the jacket collar tighten around her neck. Almost deciding to put her hood up, she decided not to unless it actually started to pour or otherwise she would look stupid. Not that there was anyone to see it.

    Distinctively hearing the crackle of the gravel underneath her, she sighed again and stopped in the middle of the road. She wasn’t worried that a car might come by since Pallet Town, being the quiet and boring place that it was, didn’t have many cars around for some reason.

    Oh, wait. Maybe it was because the town was mostly populated by old people who didn’t like to drive. Or that the town was so small, it was just easier to walk.

    With a half-hearted glance to the left of the road, she could see the Turners’ house. Vaguely, she remembered that their daughter used to go to school with her. Well, before the girl left on her Pokemon journey and was never heard from again. Next door to the Turners were Clerks and next door to them were the Damsons. Every single house that Leah could see, she could identify.

    Pallet Town was a town where everyone knew each other, even if only vaguely. The only visitors this town had were people who either were there to see Oak or to take one of the small ferries to Cinnabar Island.

    She didn’t like Pallet Town, obviously. Unfortunately, she happened to live in such a boring place for most of her life.

    Starting to hear the tell-tale signs of voices, Leah half-turned. She watched as the two small figures in the distance get bigger and bigger.

    Oh, why is she letting them catch up? It was the question she kept asking herself that she couldn’t come up with a reasonable answer to it. Well, maybe it was because she was tired, her feet was sore, and she couldn’t remember the last time she had walked so much in her life (not including That Week). She just wanted to get the brats over with so she could go home and rest.

    The only reason she hadn’t gone back home yet was because the two brats would just follow her and nothing was worse than letting people you don’t like know where you live.

    “Maybe I should just tell them to go away,” she said to herself. Shock went through her when she realized that that just might work! With rising hope in her heart, she dreamed that maybe they thought they had to follow her, that it was some sort of test. If she popped their little assumptions, maybe they’d leave?

    Maybe, hopefully…

    Leah blinked out of her thoughts and there they were in front of her. They looked tired and they were gasping for breath, their skin matted with sweat. They looked cheerful, though. There was a beaming grin on the boy’s face and the girl had a small smile on hers. Leah also noticed that their hands were bound tightly in-between them.

    She couldn’t really stop what next came out of her mouth. “Are you two dating?”

    Ally blushed a deep red and immediately jumped away from the boy while Ed just crossed his arms, but didn’t seem all that embarrassed.

    “Why do you keep running away?” Ed huffed. He obviously didn’t understand the concept of ‘running away’ was to get away from something they didn’t like.

    “I’m going home, moron,” Leah said with a role of her eyes. Technically, the boy didn’t really say anything wrong, but she was still bitter at the battle that took place a while ago. Who wouldn’t be upset at being defeated by a ten-year-old?

    Ed wasn’t satisfied with her answer.

    “But why? You can’t leave us behind!”

    She shrugged. “Why not? I don’t want to babysit you guys.”

    “B- But you have too.” Ally said, her voice pleading. “Because then we- we can’t…”

    “Do you need to go on journeys?” Leah asked. Despite herself, she was a bit curious. “Can’t you just stay at home and battle people there?”

    Ed’s grin dimmed. “No,” he said and he obviously wasn’t going to change his answer. Ally’s response was similar to Ed’s as she shook her head back and forth several times in a definite refusal.

    Leah thought on their replies for a few seconds.

    “Well,” she said casually, “Sucks to be you then.” Her decision was also not going to be changed. She was going home, damn it! “Go get a new mentor if you really want to go, because I’m not taking you.”

    Ally’s expression floated between panic and despair, but Ed stepped forward, his face the example of determination.

    “You’re going to take us,” he said.

    “And why should I do that?”

    “Because if you don’t-” His voice lowered. “-we’ll never leave you alone.”

    Leah laughed. “What’s that? Some type of threat?”

    “Yeah,” Ed nodded and stood his ground, Ally at his side. “We’re not leaving anytime soon. Are you going to walk around all day, ‘cause if you are, we’ll follow you. You go back home, we’ll follow you. You go anywhere, we’ll follow you.” He grinned. “We can follow you for as long as we want. You’re not getting rid of us.”

    Leah started to panic when she felt a bit of her resolve crumbling. She didn’t want to go on a journey at all, but she also just wanted to go home right then and there. When she got home, she imagined that she was going to rest in front of the television, or maybe lie on her bed and sigh dreamily at her shrine.

    There was no way she could enjoy those things if she had two brats following and pleading with her and sitting on her doorstep all day long…

    Argh!

    Resolve… crumbling…

    “Fine,” Leah snapped. She spun around and walked back down the street. Disappointment ran through her at giving up against a single threat (from a ten-year-old no less), but she also felt relief that she finally got to go home. Hearing the other two following her, she could just see the relieved grins on their faces.

    “Shut up,” she said to them without looking back. “Don’t say a word; I don’t want to even know you’re following me.”

    Hearing Ed sniffle a giggle, she growled at them.

    Moronic brats.


    -


    “Is this your house?” Ed asked as he stared at the… unique structure before them.

    Shut up,” Leah said to him as she stomped up the wooden stairs, not bothering to hold the untouched, cobweb-ridden railing. Ed and Ally exchanged uneasy glances behind her as they looked at the old, beaten house.

    Pale green paint was flaking off the walls and the whole house looked like it hadn’t had a good wash in a very long time. The yard wasn’t any better. The grass was wild and uncut and if there was a garden, it was completely hidden amongst the tangled plants. Combined with the curtains that hid any view of the inside, the house looked quite abandoned. All it need were old-fashioned shutters blowing in the wind and its transformation into a haunted house would be complete.

    Leah struggled with the door; she got it unlocked, but the door refused to open. She solved the problem by slamming her body against the door and felt it open against her weight. Leaving it ajar for the two behind her, she threw her jacket in the corner.

    That was the first thing Ally saw as she cautiously entered behind Ed.

    “Um,” she asked as she noticed the ball-shaped bulge in the pocket of the discarded jacket. “W- What about your- your… Pokemon?”

    Leah scoffed. “It’ll live.”

    Ed kicked off his shoes and looked around curiously at the bare walls and floor. He wrinkled his nose at the odd smell.

    Ignoring both of them, Leah entered through a door on her right where a plain, but clean kitchen greeted her. There wasn’t much in that room either. Just some counters, a fridge, a small oven and a white, circular wooden table. Actually, almost everything in the kitchen was wooden.

    The first thing Leah did was to drink a cold glass of water from the tap. She gulped it down in relief and refilled the glass.

    “Where’s your parents?” Ed asked as he poked around.

    Gulping down the last drop of water, she hissed, “Told you not to talk! And don’t poke around!”

    “Well sor-ry.”

    Ally put her backpack on the table and sat down on one of the two chairs, her hands folded on her lap, her back rigid and as stiff as a board.

    Ed invited himself to a drink of water once he found the glasses in the cupboard. He offered one to Ally which was politely accepted after a glance at their mentor showed that Leah didn’t care.

    In reality, Leah did care that they were helping themselves to her cups, but was too busy dialing one of the only numbers she knew and pressing the phone against her ear.

    Ring!

    Ring!

    Ring!


    “Oh pick up already,” Leah muttered.

    Ring!

    Ring-


    “Finally!”

    The clipped voice of her grandmother answered with the familiar and never-changing message.

    “I am currently busy and cannot answer the phone. Call back at a better time.”

    Click.

    Leah slammed the phone back into its hook on the counter. “Damn her! She never turns her phone on!”

    “Who?” Ed asked, looking up.

    “None of your business!”

    Shrugging, Ed went back to the red Pokedex that he had been looking at for the past two minutes. He scrolled through the main screen options until he found one that led to a map of Kanto.

    “Hey, Ally,” he said after another few minutes of silence, his eyes were glued to the pictures that rolled across the screen when he clicked a certain location of the map. “Where do you want to go?”

    “What- what do you mean?”

    “Like, you know, on our journey. Places, cities, forests,” he continued with a grin of wonder, the map giving him ideas. “See, I wanna go to Saffron City and explore Sliph Company, the place that makes all the Pokemon stuff. And I wanna see the Pokemon Tower in Lavender Town. It’d be so cool see ghost Pokemon!”

    “Yeah, before they rip you apart,” Leah cut in. She had tried her grandmother’s number another time before giving up, which had left her in a worse mood than usual. Trust her grandmother to never be available when she needed her.

    “Um… I’d like to go to Celadon City, maybe,” Ally said shyly. “All my friends say that they really liked it.”

    Ed beamed. “Okay, then we’ll go to Celadon on our journey! We can make a list of all the places we want to visit!”

    “What makes you guys so sure that you’re even going on a journey,” Leah asked sharply.

    “’Cause you’re taking us,” Ed shot back. “Besides, haven’t you ever wanted to go to places like Celadon and Saffron City?”

    Leah snorted. “No.”

    “Yeah right. There’s gotta be a place you’ve always wanted to see.”

    Despite knowing that he was only bribing her to take them on the journey, Leah seriously considered it. She lied, there were places that she’d always wanted to see, but telling them that would just add more fuel to the fire. The Safari Zone in Fuchsia City had always interested her and so had Cinnabar Island…

    “No,” Leah insisted, shaking her head. “I just want to stay home.”

    “Well,” Ed said, mocking her. “Sucks to be you then.”

    Leah felt like strangling him.

    “Um,” Ally started, “Are we going to- to Viridian City first then?”

    Ed put in his opinion. “Yeah! It’ll just be like the games and the cartoon. Viridian first, Pewter second-”

    “No.”

    Turning his head to look at Leah, who was leaning against the fridge, he failed to notice the way her eyes glazed over or how pale her skin had turned. Her hands were clenching hard enough the make the skin around it turn white.

    Ed grinned triumphantly, mistaking Leah’s word for something else. “Hah! You’re joining in on our planning, that means you’re admitting that we are planning our journey, which means you’re going! You just admitted it yourself, you can’t take it back now.”

    But Leah wasn’t listening, instead she was staring at Ally with a black stare, her face expressionless.

    “We’re not going to Viridian City from Pallet Town. Not now, not ever.”

    Leah took in a deep breath and felt a sudden chill go down her body as old memories stirred up. She closed her eyes. ‘Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, don’t think about it…

    Not noticing Leah’s behavior, Ed said, “Okay, whatever your name is, where are we going to first then?”

    Ed’s words were just a dull murmur in her head, she could hardly hear them over her loud thoughts. A bad taste entered her mouth and she almost threw herself towards the sink, getting more water. Fear tried to chokehold her, but she shoved it away, using the cold water to anchor herself.

    Not Viridian City. Not from Pallet Town. Not again, not again, never again.

    She finished the water and gasped out the first thing that came to mind:

    “Cinnabar Island!”

    The two kids looked up, startled at her sudden words.

    “We can take a ferry from the dock and be on the island in four hours,” she continued, trying to get a firmer grip on herself.

    Grinning, Ed said. “Cool. I’ve heard that Cinnabar Island’s volcano is still active. Wouldn’t it be cool if it blew up-”

    Ally was the only one who noticed that their mentor wasn’t looking too good. She looked at her mentor with curiosity and quite a lot of nervousness. Was she sick? Was she going to collapse?

    “Be in my room,” Leah grunted as she immediately left the kitchen and entered the living room that had old, dusty furniture, but that was ignored in favor of the staircase that was against the wall. She rushed upstairs and walked all the way down the hall and entered the last door. Entering, she closed the door behind her and flicked on the light. Her eyes squinted against the brightness and nearly tripped over the pile of clothes on the ground.

    Collapsing on the bed, she sighed peacefully at the touch of the warm sheets that soft against her tired body. She half-consciously lifted her head up to pull her hair from her ponytail, which settled beside her. Strands of dark brown hair tickled her cheek, but she didn’t get rid of them as her arms were suddenly too heavy to lift (which was a fancy way of saying that she was too lazy to move).

    Actually, her whole body was feeling heavy right then and Leah couldn’t tell whether it was from her tiredness or her sudden case of nausea. Not only that, the experience downstairs had left a bad taste in her mouth, one that was bitter and sour.

    She always felt like that when memories from That Time came up. It was really annoying, those memories and feelings. Afterwards, they would make her feel depressed and forced her to avoid the outside world like a plague.

    And she definitely didn’t want the brats seeing her like that. It’d just bring up awkward and annoying questions that they would bombard her with.

    What she need right then and there was a distraction and that was the main reason she was in her room in the first place.

    There were three things that were always constant about her room no matter what happened: one, it was always messy; two, the hundreds of stickers on her wall never came off; and three, the closet was always wide open.

    It was the third constant that was the most important. From her bed, Leah had a full view into her closet and what a beautiful sight it was. Her closet did not contain clothes but a man… Well, a life-size poster of a man, but anyone who had ever seen her closet was always tricked at first glance. The figure of the man was posed dramatically, one of his hands outstretched towards the sky and the other holding a microphone. Dressed in stylish red and black leather with a long white scarf around his neck and a pair of black sunglasses, he looked absolutely dreamy.

    Jason Dare.

    Leah sighed. If there was one way to get someone’s mind off things, it was a hot guy. And Jason Dare was that and more. He was the lead singer of Phantasy, one of the best bands she had ever heard of. The band played exclusively in Kanto and it was one of Leah’s dreams to go to one of his concerts.

    Though, no matter how hot he was, she could admit to herself that maybe she was getting a bit too old to have a shrine in her closet. Shrines were specifically for preteens and dumb blonds in movies, and Leah was neither of those. However, as long as no one commented on it, she didn’t have a reason to get rid of it. Besides, it took a lot of time and effort to get her hands on that poster.

    Now, Leah would have loved to gone to sleep at that moment (naps were a hobby of hers) and dream about Jason Dare, but she just couldn’t. Not when she realized that she had left two idiot strangers in her kitchen without supervision.

    Regretfully taking her thoughts away from Jason Dare, she thought about what she was supposed to do. They weren’t going to Viridian City anymore, they were going to Cinnabar Island, so there was no point in thinking about that anymore. Even if the island was packed because of the summer months and tourism, it was loads better than Viridian could ever be.

    Feeling the nausea edge away as she laid there surrounded by blankets and pillows, she thought, ‘I really should go check on the brats.’

    She didn’t move an inch.


    -


    Ten minutes later, Leah had finally wandered down to the kitchen again where she found the brats studying their Pokedex. The girl had a small blue notebook in front of her and a pen in hand. Light flowed into the window beside the table, the drapes having been pushed apart.

    “Where were you?” Ed asked as she came in.

    “None of your business.”

    Ed put his Pokedex down and turned to face her. “We’re making a list of all the places we’re going to go to and what order we’re going in,” he said, shooting a smile at Ally. “It was all Ally’s idea.”

    Leah held herself back from saying that it was obvious. Instead, she said nothing as she leaned over the girl’s shoulder. Ally flinched away from the sudden close proximity, but let Leah read the notebook without arguments.

    Raising an eyebrow, Leah was a bit impressed in the work they put into it, but pointed out one of the only flaws in their plans. “How’re you going to get from Saffron to Pewter?”

    Ed shrugged, “We’ll think of something when we get there.”

    “Uh huh,” Leah said.

    “So you’re coming with us on our journey now, right?” Ed asked casually.

    Yeah, their two week long journey. “What of it?”

    Ed’s face showed complete curiosity, “You gotta tell us your name now. I wanna know.”

    Leah shrugged. She supposed they’d waited long enough for it.

    “My name’s Leah.”

    “Finally!” he cheered and Ally looked happy that she could put a name to a face.

    Ed grinned as he patted his backpack. “So, when are we leaving for Cinnabar Island? Maybe in an hour? Two hours?”

    Okay, now thing were getting out of hand.

    “Tomorrow.”

    Both Ed and Ally protested immediately, though Ally was much more polite about it.

    Leah held out a hand and was amused when they silenced themselves. Well, at least she could make them shut up when she wanted.

    “’Cause I don’t feel like it,” Leah said firmly. She then smirked. “And I’m the mentor and what I say goes. Got it?”

    Ed nodded with a grumble, his arms crossed and a pout on his face while Ally just looked away.

    With a long look out the window, seeing the dark storm clouds in the sky and hearing the pitter-patter of the rain against the ground, Leah shuddered. No way was she going outside in that weather and certainly not on a boat on a stormy sea.

    That’d be suicide.

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    A/N: Even though I had fun editing these old chapters, I had forgotten how much of a douche Leah was. She seems a bit over the top now, but her antics were amusing to me at the time.

    Also, thanks Dr. Chaos, for the very quick and stealth-y review. Your review surprised me so much I almost though I posted in the wrong thread. D8

    Anyways, I’ll post the next two chapters in a few days.

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    It's not every day that I find a story as well-polished as this one. No grammatical errors, a well-planned story, and long chapters (I write long chapters as well). It flows pretty well, and I like Leah's personality - it makes me wonder what kind of development she'll go through. I'll keep reading this as you post it.

    Also, feel free to read my fic, I would greatly appreciate some criticism.

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    Okay, I don't have time for my usual, polished reviews, but I promise to come back and give you a better one later. Pinkie swear, a Brony's honour. =)

    Firstly, great grammar. Do you know how difficult it is to find a Pokemon story which uses proper sentences? I'd have more luck winning the Kentucky Derby. xP Professor Mare... I'm sorry, but I somehow got an image of Trollestia in a labcoat. MLP has infected me. xP

    The idea of a Mentor programme is intriguing. It meshes well with your interpretation of the games, which features eleven year-olds instead of teenagers.

    I'll give individualised reviews for the chapters later. For now, keep on updating here. If you don't, I'll send a kraken after you. SPP is a nice place which deserves your fic. :X

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    Quote Originally Posted by MikeHill005 View Post
    It's not every day that I find a story as well-polished as this one. No grammatical errors, a well-planned story, and long chapters (I write long chapters as well). It flows pretty well, and I like Leah's personality - it makes me wonder what kind of development she'll go through. I'll keep reading this as you post it.

    Also, feel free to read my fic, I would greatly appreciate some criticism.
    Thanks, Mike. I’ll go check out your fic and see if I can find anything to critique. :3

    Quote Originally Posted by Draco Malfoy View Post
    Okay, I don't have time for my usual, polished reviews, but I promise to come back and give you a better one later. Pinkie swear, a Brony's honour. =)

    Firstly, great grammar. Do you know how difficult it is to find a Pokemon story which uses proper sentences? I'd have more luck winning the Kentucky Derby. xP Professor Mare... I'm sorry, but I somehow got an image of Trollestia in a labcoat. MLP has infected me. xP

    The idea of a Mentor programme is intriguing. It meshes well with your interpretation of the games, which features eleven year-olds instead of teenagers.

    I'll give individualised reviews for the chapters later. For now, keep on updating here. If you don't, I'll send a kraken after you. SPP is a nice place which deserves your fic. :X
    Heh, I named the two professors very randomly, but now that you brought Trollestia up, I can’t unsee. D8

    I’ll do my best to keep updating as you’re right, the atmosphere here is pretty nice. Thanks for the review!

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    Chapter 4:
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    Ah, sleep.

    One of her favorite things to do.

    Peacefully floating between dreams and reality, awareness of the world started to come back to her. She shifted and hugged her blanket closer to her chest. A cool breeze blew lightly on her back, keeping the temperature from getting too warm. It was a nice and cozy moment for her. The buzz of her faithful fan helped her drown out annoying sounds like the squeaking of the floorboards or the opening of her bedroom door.

    Unfortunately, the fan was not loud enough to drown out a snicker.

    Keeping her eyes shut, she tried to burrow further into her dreams, hoping that if she ignored the noise, the noise would ignore her. That wasn’t the case, however, as she found herself listening to the sound of a panicked, feminine whisper. A boyish voice answered the whisper in a low tone as the voices got closer and closer…

    Ugh.

    “Get out of my room or I’ll kill you,” Leah said, not moving. Her voice was crystal clear and didn’t betray her groggy state in the slightest. There was a surprised yelp as two sets of feet ran out of the room. Most likely as an afterthought, the door was closed quietly a moment later.

    Once the sound had completely died down, she took a deep breath and relaxed into her bed, the issue of her intruders immediately forgotten.

    Ah, sleep.

    Some time later, she was startled awake by a voice, who interrupted her dreaming from behind the safety of the closed door. His voice was a bit muffled, but she could unfortunately hear him well enough.

    “Hey, Leah!”

    Go away!’ she mentally yelled as she pulled her sheets over her ears.

    “Come on! Wake up!”

    No! Go away!’

    “It’s eleven! We waited long enough! It’s time to go on our Pokemon Journey!”

    Ugh…’

    “Wake up!”

    “Scram!” Leah shouted at him as she whipped her only pillow at the door, or at least, where she guessed the door was. The thump of the projectile hitting its target had the boy running down the hall, laughing as his heavy steps blasted Leah with the cold, hard face of reality.

    Bemoaning the thought of facing the day, she laid her head on the mattress, staring forlornly at the wall. She didn’t want to get up, she just wanted to keep sleeping. Was that too much to ask?

    She was just about to go right back to sleep when the door opened. Leah turned her head to greet her visitor (read: victim), though she was momentarily distracted by the light from the hallway. She squinted and was able to make out the blurry figure of an orange headed moron.

    “Go away,” she hissed at him, “and turn off the damn light!”

    “That’s not very nice.” Ed pouted and with a grin, flicked on her bedroom light.

    Leah snarled and pulled her blanket over her head, her arms covering her eyes for extra protection.

    “Turn it off!”

    “No,” he said as he bounced in the doorway. “We’re going on our journey today! So you gotta wake up now! It’s time to go!” He then disappeared, running back down the hall.

    Knowing that he would never shut up, she reluctantly let her eyes get used to the light and got up, throwing her blanket off of her. She rubbed her eyes and peered around the room as she stood there, dazed. What was she supposed to do again? It was only when she reminded herself that she had someone to kill that she started to get ready for the day. Throwing on some random clothes she found in her drawer, she descended the stairs and threw a glare at Ed when she entered the kitchen.

    He was the only one there; Ally was nowhere to be seen. Ed bounced in his seat as he energetically played with the half-eaten cereal that was seemingly his breakfast. He spun it around with his spoon until he looked up at Leah with a beaming smile.

    “You!” Leah growled.

    “Me!” he answered proudly. Offering the box of cereal he found in the cupboard, he said, “You want some?” Though he quickly warned, “You gotta be fast though; we’re leaving in five minutes.”

    Leah yawned. “What?” she said, shaking her head, “but I just got up!”

    “We woke you up half-an-hour ago,” Ed explained. “But you went back to sleep as soon as we left.”

    “I did? I don’t really remember that…”

    “C’mon! You gotta eat fast, Ally’s waiting outside for us.”

    She just stood there.

    Treating her as if she was a Pokemon, Ed pointed at the empty chair. “Sit,” he commanded. “Eat!”

    Leah stared at him with a black look. “You,” she said slowly, pointing at him. “Shut up and play dead.”


    -


    It was fifteen minutes later when Leah found herself suddenly outside the house, jacket on, and stuffed backpack strapped to her back. Nearly tripping over Ally, who was sitting on the porch, Leah skid to a halt in front of her house.

    “C’mon!” Ed whined as he jogged up the driveway. “We’re going to be late!”

    “What time is it?” Leah asked him as she glanced up the cloudless blue sky.

    Ed answered quickly. “11:21. Now let’s go!”

    Leah refused to take another step. “No,” she snapped. “This is going way too fast. I’m tired, I woke up less then half-hour ago and there’s no rush!”

    Ally was caught in the middle as she stopped half-way between the two, giving both of them confused looks.

    “But-” Ed said, fidgeting as he stood still. He blurted out: “I want to get to the gym first! A lot of people left yesterday and they’re probably almost at the next city by now! I need to catch up!”

    So the brat’s competitive too,’ Leah thought. Go figure.

    “Oh, they’re definitely not even close to Viridian City yet,” Leah said darkly. “And besides, we’re going to Cinnabar Island, not to Viridian!”

    Ed sulked. “Yeah, I know that, but I wanna get to the gym as fast as I can.”

    Taking a seat on the poach where Ally had previously been sitting, Leah crossed her arms in defiance.

    “I’m not moving until I feel like it, so too bad for you.”

    Ed tried to reason with her, but Leah was firm. Unlike the last time, Leah was going to abide by her decision and nothing would change her mind. She wasn’t going to move and that was that.

    Not being able to do anything about it, Ed just brooded on the spot and every once in a while he grumbled to himself with threats in mind.

    Leah rested in the shade of the porch, eyes closed as she wished that she had the ability to sleep sitting upright. It would be useful for situations like the one she was in now. Technically, she could go back in the house and back to bed, but she was already dressed and wide awake, so there wasn’t a point to it. Besides, the brat would no doubt follow her upstairs to make sure she wouldn’t go back to sleep.

    Hmm. Brat: a singular tense.

    Raising her head, Leah took a long look at the other half of her of her problem. The girl was standing stalk still in the middle of the driveway, having not moved an inch since Leah had sat down. Leah hadn’t even heard the girl speak all morning. Generally, Leah would have took it as a good thing, but her grandmother had always said never to underestimate the quiet ones. The quiet ones were much more subtle and were most likely planning something devious and evil in their quiet little heads. Then, they would unleash their evil scheme when you least suspected it and take over the world.

    … It was an overstatement, but it would be best to make sure such thoughts never got off the ground.

    “Hey!” Leah called out to the girl who turned towards her in puzzlement. “Come here!”

    Ed looked up in this exchange, but Leah just gave him a bored stare until the boy turned back to his sulking.

    Ally quickly went towards Leah, her face the picture of conflicted emotions.

    “Y-yes?”

    Uh oh, she was stuttering. Time to bring out the big guns.

    “Got a question,” Leah said and gave her a hard look. “Why are you so damn quiet?”

    “Um-” Ally looked surprised. “I’m not- I don’t know-”

    Leah took pity on her (or was just impatient) and said, “The kid over there,” she pointed at Ed, who was oblivious, “keeps mouthing off and being cheerful while I hardly see you say or do anything. It’s creeping me out.”

    The girl was so taken back, she just stared.

    “Okay, you know what,” Leah said as she pointed at Ally. “I’m the mentor and I make the rules, so if you want to go on a journey, you have to obey them, right?” she waited for Ally to nod before continuing.

    “Then, I’m ordering you to be more talkative.”

    Ally tried to protest as she wrung her hands together. “B- But I-”

    Leah held up a hand. “No buts! Trust me, you’ll be thanking me for this later.” Or not since Leah would never be seeing Ally again after one or two weeks, but the rule should stop anything unpredictable from happening. Hopefully.

    “Can we leave yet?” Ed asked pleadingly as he walked up to them. “Please?”

    Wow, the brat was actually trying to be polite.

    “No,” Leah said.

    “Aw, come on! We’ve been sitting here for ten minutes!”

    Leah thought and then suddenly pointed at Ally. “You! Be talkative and give an opinion.”

    The girl looked like a deer in headlights. “I-”

    Seeing the narrowed glare that Leah gave her, Ally gulped and took a shuttering breath. “Uh- I think we should- should go now.”

    Leah got up, stretched and swung her bag over her shoulder.

    “Okay, let’s go.”

    Ed’s jaw dropped. “You were waiting for Ally to say something?”

    “No,” she replied casually. “I just think now’s a good time to go.” ‘And to piss you off,’ she added mentally.

    Leah turned to face them once she was at the curb to see them still standing back at the porch. She raised an eyebrow. “Well? You coming?”

    They ran to catch up as Leah walked undisturbed down the road.


    -


    “We missed it?” Ed shouted at the billboard. “By twenty minutes?”

    “Hmm,” Leah said, not looking bothered. “Maybe we should have gotten here earlier.”

    That about summed up their problem as they looked out to an empty harbor. The wooden docks were lifeless and not a single person was around. The ferry, which would have taken them from Pallet Town to Cinnabar Island, had already left.

    While Ally went over to comfort Ed, Leah looked closer at the notice.

    Boat Times
    7:30
    12:00
    3:30


    “Not many times to choose from,” Leah said out loud to herself. “Well, at least we got here three hours early for the next one.”

    “That’s not a good thing!” Ed said. “Three hours? What are we supposed to do for three hours?”

    Leah shrugged and took off her thin raincoat. “Dunno about you guys, but I’m going to relax.” She sat down on the raincoat, which had been spread out on the wooden platform, and crossed her legs. Taking a deep breath of the ocean air and grimacing a bit at the salty smell, she propped her head on her hand as she stared forward, withdrawing into her thoughts.

    She should have brought a book.

    “Ed?” Ally asked hesitantly as she took off her backpack. “Do- do you… want to work on our list?”

    “No,” Ed said sullenly, looking out to the sea. “I don’t feel like it.”

    The girl’s face scrunched up and shoulders hunched as she swallowed. “O-okay then.”

    Looking around for something to do, Ally caught Leah seemingly staring at her. Glancing at Ed again, and seeing that he wasn’t paying attention, she picked up her bag and wandered over to where Leah was sitting.

    “L- Leah?” Ally asked shyly.

    Leah mumbled as she snapped out of her daydreams and realized one of her problems wanted something.

    “Yeah, what?”

    Ally nervously looked back at Ed, “Um- c- can I sit with you?”

    With a start, Leah mentally sighed and realized she should have seen it coming. You give one pat to some stray dog and the dog would think you were a kind person and would follow you around asking for more attention.

    “Sure,” Leah replied, but didn’t move over to make room on her jacket.

    Either not noticing or not caring, Ally happily sat beside Leah on the cold ground, only half-sitting on the mentor’s coat.

    “T-thank you!”

    Leah didn’t reply. After all, it wasn’t as if she could have said ‘no'. If she did, then all of her work that morning would be undone and the girl would go back to being the silent introvert that would probably snap when Leah was least suspecting it.

    Not that the current version was much better.

    The three trainers sat (and stood) in silence. The only sounds were the waves which crashed against the dock over and over again.

    Leah tried to think of something to do. She was quite content at the peaceful silence from the brat for once, but since she was stupid enough not to bring anything that could entertain her, she was stuck with her own thoughts for company.

    Looking over at Ally, Leah was surprised to see her eyes were closed and her head bowed. Her hands were clasped tightly together and she was swaying back and forth like she was in a trance.

    Actually, it was almost as if she was praying.

    Leah mentally shrugged and wondered a bit if the girl was religious. Though it didn’t matter either way, she was curious despite herself. Now that she thought about it, what did she know about Ally? Well, she was ten years old, shy, silent, possibly a secret evil mastermind…

    Everything else though was just blanks. Her hometown, why she was a trainer, what Pokemon she had-

    Wait, what Pokemon she had? Shouldn’t Leah have found that out yesterday?

    “Hey- uh, Ally?” Leah asked, the girl’s name feeling odd on her tongue.

    Ally perked up. “Yes?”

    “What’s your Pokemon?”

    “M-my Pokemon?” Ally asked nervously. “Um- why do you ask?”

    Leah didn’t want to have to explain herself, but did anyways. “Because I’ve seen the other kid’s Pokemon, but not yours.”

    The girl shook her head. “My Pokemon’s not- not very interesting.”

    “So?” Leah scowled. “It’s not like a Paras is very exciting. What’d you get? A Pidgey?”

    Ally muttered a name under her breath so low that Leah couldn’t hear.

    “What’s that? Say it again?”

    Shaking her head again, Ally folded her hands together on her lap. “He doesn’t like me,” she said in a quiet voice.

    “Who? The brat?”

    “No-o, my Pokemon,” she whispered, like it was some big secret. “He hates me!”

    Leah gave her a look. “So? Sands hated me when I got him and now- well, he still doesn’t like me,” she admitted, “but he’ll still obey.”

    “I tried to touch him,” Ally explained in greater detail. “But he just glared at me and shocked me! And it hurt!”

    “Shocked you?” Leah said, eyes narrowing. She could already feel the cliché. “Please tell me it’s not a Pikachu.”

    Ally bowed her head. “I wish...”

    The curiosity would seriously kill her if conversation dragged on more. “What’s your Pokemon?”

    The girl hesitated. “I- I’ll show you him.”

    She got out her Pokeball from her bag, its new shiny surface gleaming in the sun. Ally lightly touched it in wonder, as if it was some ancient relic that would bring peace to the world. Then with a tiny sigh, the girl pressed the button and the Pokemon revealed itself.

    It was immediately apparent that it wasn’t any ordinary Pokemon. There were no legs, or arms, a tail, or even a body. There was just the lone head which was as smooth as a Pokeball. Colored red on the top and white on the bottom, it had an uncanny resemblance to a super-sized Pokeball. It was just small enough to fit comfortably on Ally’s lap, but it obviously wasn’t happy about it as its pinpoint pupils immediately swerved until they settled on a target. The Pokemon gave Leah its fiercest glare.

    Oh. Oh ****.

    Somehow, Leah was able to rocket backwards and get up on her feet in the blink of an eye. She stared at the Voltorb that Ally had tightened her arms around in semblance to a hug.

    That was the last straw. Leah now knew for a fact that she was somehow cursed. That was the only reason that she could think of that explained that one of her charges had a violent and literally explosive creature for a first Pokemon.

    Leah wished that she never asked what Pokemon Ally had.

    “I would of preferred the Pikachu,” Leah said, groaning and then continued with just a bit of fear. “Let go of the Voltorb!”

    Ally looked hesitant as she hugged her Pokemon tighter. “He- he’s not going to explode.”

    Could baby Voltorb explode? It wasn’t something that Leah had ever come across in school or on the internet, and she wasn’t willing to be the first to find out.

    Ed came over, curious of the commotion, but even he kept his distance when he saw the Voltorb.

    “I thought you weren’t going to bring it out again!” Ed said, panicking. “Remember what happened last time?”

    Ally seemingly wasn’t aware of the danger she was in. “Why doesn’t he like me?” she asked sadly as Voltorb visibly struggled.

    Leah jumped back another couple of steps when Voltorb finally broke free of Ally’s grip. It rolled a few feet away until it stopped of its own accord, its head-shaped body upright and eyed the trainers who were standing around it. A few sparks came off its body as it became obvious at what it was planning to do.

    Attack.

    Yelping, Ed jumped out of the way as Voltorb sped past him. The boy stumbled towards Ally and broke out in a run as Voltorb stopped and, spinning in the other direction, came right back at him.

    “Recall it!” Leah told Ally. “Recall the damn Pokemon before its blows up!”

    As Ed came towards her, Ally got up and tried to get out of the way as Ed barred past with Voltorb at his heels. As they went past, Ally’s Pokeball slipped out of her shaking hands and she crouched down to pick it up again.

    There wasn’t much space left to run as Ed ran along the dock and saw the fence which separated the wooden platform from the water. A simple plan started to form in his head as he made a sharp U-turn and ran at Voltorb, but just before they were about to hit, Ed easily jumped right over the Pokemon. Voltorb stopped just before the fence and turned its body towards the fleeing Ed, who had shoved his hand into his pocket. Pulling out his Pokeball, Ed flung it behind him while Voltorb was distracted.

    “Paras! Go!”

    The Pokeball bounced on the ground and opened in the air. Paras materialized in an instant and surveyed the scene. Voltorb was rushing right towards it, but Paras looked quite content in doing nothing at all, not seeing the threat.

    “Paras!” Ed shouted as he circled to stand beside Ally. “Scratch!”

    The bug Pokemon had no clue at what ‘scratch’ was, but it didn’t matter anyways as Voltorb smashed into it with a full speed tackle. Paras went flying backwards and hit the pavement with a lifeless thump while the electric type was knocked back by the force of the collision.

    Paras never had a chance.

    “Ouch,” Leah muttered to herself, though not disturbed by the short-lived battle. Voltorb had left her alone and she would abide by that decision and physically stay out it. Unless she wanted to get attacked, which she didn’t, of course.

    “Recall it!” Leah told Ally again.

    Ally nodded and held out her Pokeball, arm shaking. “R-return,” she called out hesitantly.

    The beam of red light shot out, but missed Voltorb by a foot. The girl’s arm was shaking so badly, she couldn’t even aim the stupid Pokeball!

    Leah watched Ally try again, but returning the Pokemon made it harder when Voltorb regained its composure and started to move.

    One Pokemon down, Leah told herself as she watched Voltorb turn towards the brats. And one to go.

    Locating her abandoned jacket which had been left alone by the battle, Leah ran towards it and pulled out the Pokeball from its pocket. With barely a glance at the scene, Leah threw it right between Voltorb and the two kids.

    Sands came out, looking a bit tired, but seemingly healed from the beating it took from Paras yesterday. The only thing that remained of the battle was a faint line across its chest.

    “Sands,” Leah called out. “Run! And this time, don’t you dare lose!”

    Making the first move, Sands got on four legs and ran directly towards Voltorb, who took the challenge and started to roll faster.

    “Stop and grab it!”

    Just before they collided, the Sandshrew did as its master commanded and skidded to a halt. It got on its hind legs and held its paws out. Voltorb ran into it, but Sands was firm and was only pushed back. Gripping onto it tightly, Sands winced when Voltorb erratically spun against its tender stomach. A thin line of electricity danced over its spherical surface, but it didn’t bother the ground type.

    Sands isn’t looking that good,’ Leah noted. It probably wouldn’t last that long. Not that it needed to.

    “Ally!” Leah said, a bit amused as the two brats jumped, startled. She continued, “Recall Voltorb now, while it’s standing still!”

    “Y-yes,” Ally said in a small voice as she tried again and this time she steadied her hand and said, “Return, Voltorb!”

    The red beam of light caught Voltorb underneath Sand’s paw and pulled it back into its Pokeball. The Sandshrew relaxed its arms and patted the bruise that was forming on its stomach. It didn’t even look up as Leah returned it to its Pokeball.

    “Well,” Leah started in the silence that followed. “That was an entertaining ten minutes, but let’s not do it again.” Underneath her casual attitude, Leah was still trying to calm her pounding heart.

    “Why doesn’t he like me?” Ally repeated to Leah with a depressed look.

    Leah shrugged. “Dunno, but it’s a Voltorb, what else do you expect from it?” She then added, “And don’t call it a ‘he’, Voltorb are genderless.”

    “Voltorb aren’t genderless,” Ed said, jumping into the conversation.

    Leah glared. “Yeah they are.”

    “No they aren’t.”

    “Yes they are!”

    “No they aren’t!”

    Ally cut in. “My Voltorb,” she said with little hesitation, “is a boy. I want him to be a boy. He’s not an it!”

    Holding her tongue from saying anything that would start another argument, Leah changed the topic.

    “Why do you care what Voltorb acts like anyway?” she asked. “Pokemon don’t need to like you, they just need to obey.” She stressed the last word.

    “I don’t want him to obey me like that,” Ally said doubtfully. “I-I just want to be his friend.”

    “Don’t worry, Ally,” Ed said, patting her on the shoulder. “Voltorb will come around and then me, you, Paras and Voltorb will be great friends!”

    As the boy blabbered on about friendship, and love, and all that sort of crap, Leah scowled and crossed her arms.

    That attitude of theirs would be a problem later on, she was sure of that. They didn’t understand what Pokemon training was all about. Pokemon were to be caught, trained, and then paraded to the cheering crowds. Pokemon trainers were entertainers that trained their Pokemon to love the scent of battle, blood, and death.

    Pokemon were tools; not friends.

    Mentally shrugging, Leah assumed that the brats would come around eventually. All trainers did, after a while.

    Besides, she had other things to think about.

    Like, for example, what was she supposed to do? No books, no music, no Jason Dare collection, and no blogs to rant on. She really should have been prepared to wait for hours on end, especially since she knew that she would have lots of free time. After she checked the internet last night to see when the ferry times were, she even put down a book in plain sight on her desk! But since she had forgotten it, all she had was just an empty port, the sea, and some less than stellar company.

    With a glance at the wannabe trainers, who were still talking cheerfully to each other, Leah couldn’t help but pity herself.

    It was going to be a long three hours.
    "Saddled with two ten-year-old brats and sent out on her long overdue Pokemon journey, Leah can't help but wonder... Is it worth it?"

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    Chapter 5:
    Cinnabar Island


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    “Wow!” Ed gasped. “Look at all the people!”

    Leah and Ally could only nod in agreement. When Leah thought it was going to be busy on Cinnabar Island, she didn’t know how busy.

    People were everywhere! On every street and in every corner, there they were. Most of them looked like tourists, some carrying cameras and such, but there were trainers too. They were the ones who carried Pokemon with them or plainly showed their Poke Ball belts across their chests. The loud hum of voices and laughter surrounded the trio, but it seemed more intimidating then welcoming. Especially since there was no end to it!

    “Let’s find a Pokemon Center,” Leah told them before glaring at the back of a guy who bumped into her. “I already hate this place!”

    “What!” Ed said loudly as he held Ally’s hand. “I can’t hear you!”

    Leah opened her mouth, but then closed it without comment. Instead she sighed and grabbed both of the kids’ free hands, pulling them through the crowd. There were buildings running parallel to each other beside them, each somehow displaying a unique look. There were no gaps between the tall buildings, so the trio was forced the walk straight ahead. As they wandered deeper into the city, they were shoved and bashed by people rushing by. Ally yelped as one person harshly pushed her into Ed and they would have tumbled to the ground if Leah hadn’t pulled them back up.

    “Come on!” Leah hissed as she dragged them forward. “The Pokemon Center has got be around here somewhere! This is insane!”

    It took them another fifteen minutes to find a Pokemon Center. They had almost passed it, despite its prominent red and white colors as it was hidden between two large structures. A rush of cold air greeted them as they entered the lobby, but it was immediately apparent that there really was no getting away from the crowds.

    It was packed tight with people and hardly any of them were Pokemon trainers. Most were tired tourists with screaming children and crying babies. The people who actually were trainers looked haggard and annoyed at the noise, but it was hard to tell since as soon as Leah spotted them, she almost immediately lost sight of them.

    “Damn it!” Leah cursed. The front desk was surrounded by people, all demanding to get a room. There was no way they could get to the front.

    Ed noticed it as well. “I knew we should have gone to Viridian,” he moaned.

    “No, we shouldn’t have,” Leah snarled. “Look, it’s your journey, this is stuff you’ll need to deal with all the time!”

    Against her better judgment, Leah allowed Ed to pull her and Ally closer to the front desk where they heard the woman behind it try to deal with the sudden flood of people.

    “Excuse me!” the woman shouted over the noise. “This is a Pokemon Center! A hospital for Pokemon and a place where trainers may stay! Not for people who aren’t registered trainers!”

    None of the tourists appeared to be listening as they kept shouting and yelling for rooms, wallets and wads of cash being held up in the air.

    “W-what do we do?” Ally asked as she stayed as close to Leah as she could, using her as an anchor.

    Leah shrugged, but kept a groan to herself. “Dunno. Wait, I guess.”

    “But for how long?” Ed questioned with a yawn. “I’m tried! How long will this take?”

    That was the question, wasn’t it? They spent three hours that morning, waiting for the ferry to arrive and then used another two sailing to Cinnabar Island. Now it looked like they were going to be forced to give up even more of their time and it was only to do something that should have been easy.

    “I don’t know,” Leah repeated as she eyed the rest of the lobby. There were no empty chairs; the only thing they could sit on was the ground.

    “Hopefully not that long though.”


    -


    Leah cursed herself. She just had to say ‘hopefully’, didn’t she? She pretty much set herself up to be jinxed.

    It was an hour and a half later and most of the tourists had already left, probably going for dinner somewhere. The crowd had gradually thinned out until there were only the most stubborn of individuals present.

    Fortunately, they only put up a little fuss when Leah was able to get a room with three beds just by showing her worn-out trainer license. She sneered at them before herding the brats out of the lobby and to the stairwell.

    They got to the second floor of the Pokemon Center and found their room, number thirteen. An unlucky number to some, but to them, it was a sign of relief. It only took a few seconds to slide the card key through the lock and to finally enter the room that they had been waiting for.

    It wasn’t a big room, just enough for the beds and a small desk. Two of the beds were propped against the wall and sitting parallel to each other, while the third was under the single window. There was a door right next to the front door which seemingly led to a bathroom. The warm shades of brown and gold on the walls and bedcovers gave a welcoming feel to the room.

    Ed could only moan as he let himself fall onto the bed closet to the door. He seemingly didn’t have enough energy to take off his shoes or backpack. Ally likewise sat on a bed, but at least she was not tired enough to lay down on her bag.

    “Before you ask,” Leah said as she dropped her backpack on the floor. “We’re not leaving this room for the rest of the day.”

    “Don’t care,” Ed mumbled.

    Leah nodded. “Good.”

    “Leah?” Ally spoke up, too tired to be nervous as she continued without Leah replying. “Is it always going to be- be like this?

    “Like what?”

    Ally yawned in emphasis. “Tiring and- and busy.”

    “I don’t know,” Leah said, sitting down on the only unoccupied bed. “I wasn’t a trainer for that long.” A tone in her voice suggested that that was the end of the conversation, but Ally was feeling brave that day.

    “What do you mean?” Ally asked curiously. “I thought you were al- always a trainer.”

    Leah snorted. “No. Only for a week.”

    “But- but that doesn’t make any sense. Aren’t you supposed our Mentor? I thought Mentors had to be good trainers.”

    Something in Ally’s voice made Leah look up sharply. “Hey! It’s not like I wanted to be your Mentor anyways.”

    Ally gulped, finally feeling the glare that Leah was sporting. “Well-”

    Taking a calming breath, Leah tried to release the anger.

    “Look,” Leah said. “My grandmother pulled some strings. I don’t want to be here and you don’t want me to be here. So, let’s just drop this subject before things go south, got it?”

    Ally nodded, averting her eyes.

    “Good.”


    -


    It was nice and silent as the three trainers kept to themselves. It was so quiet that Leah assumed that Ed had fallen asleep since he hadn’t moved since he had kicked off his shoes and bag off the bed. The steady rise and fall of his chest was the only thing that kept Leah from thinking that he had suddenly and mysteriously died.

    The sun had started to set a little while ago, marking the end to a busy and somewhat torturous day. The only light came from the lamp at Ally’s bedside table and it illuminated the room in a dull glow. Ally was the only one using it though as she looked through her notebook. Every once in a while she turned a page, devouring the words with her eyes.

    Leah was thankful for that because it meant that no one would be interrupting her peace and quiet time. After being surrounded by noise for the last two hours, the last thing she wanted to hear was someone breaking the silence.

    Her first impression of Cinnabar Island with all its warm weather and crowded streets was not good, and that was an understatement. She had really underestimated how busy and noisy it would be. If she had known- Well, Cinnabar was still a better option than Viridian, but at least it would have been nice to have brought ear plugs along. Even when laying in her bed on the second floor she could hear people on the streets.

    Pallet Town was never like this…

    Kicking the blankets off her feet, Leah turned over to face the wall, wishing that the room was a bit cooler than it already was. There was air conditioning, thank god, but if it could be turned up just a tad, she’d be content… Or as content as she could be in a place like this. Cinnabar was just so different from Pallet that it was hard for Leah to relax. She had only been out of Pallet Town a grand total of once before and didn’t that end well. Now here she was, miles away from her home, sleeping in an unfamiliar room, and surrounded by strangers. She had always hated Pallet, but now she only wanted to teleport back home and curl up in her bed.

    How did trainers live like this? Travelling from town to town with home sometimes regions away… If every town felt this strange and intimidating then how did trainers do it?

    It was impossible.

    And that was only the start of the game. Leah didn’t care what people said but she wasn’t a trainer; she could never get used to something like this. Not only was she in an unfamiliar land but she was lugging around two brats as well. Leah could look after herself. Her grandmother was away so often these days she pretty much lived alone. But two kids as well? That was a whole different ball game. She was responsible for them. They were dependant on her.

    In the past, trainers began their journeys by themselves and if the trainers back then were as stupid as the ones that were with her now then Leah was surprised that the Mentor Program was only installed two years ago. She doubted the brats would have been able to figure out how to take a ship to Cinnabar, or even find the Pokemon Center. If she wasn’t there they would probably have been trampled already.

    Because of the stupid program thing, she was now their babysitter, teacher, slaver- their Mentor. Hell, she was practically their parent now. Before it all began, she figured that she could just travel with them but stay at the Pokemon Center whenever they wanted to go out. But that was when she kept thinking ten-year-olds were just smaller and cheerier teenagers. In reality, ten-year-olds were fourth graders and she remembered how stupid she was at that age.

    If she let them out of her sight for a second, she’d end up finding them in a ditch somewhere, she just knew it.

    A sudden rustling sound had Leah looking up to see Ed turning over in his sleep, his back facing his roommates.

    Leah sighed and glanced around the room quick enough to see Ally going back to her book, interest lost in the slumbering Ed.

    Another downside of being away from home was that she had nothing to do. No books, no internet, no television; nothing. The only options that were open to her were either thinking or sleeping, and now it looked like she might as well go to sleep. It would pass the time all right, but she really didn’t want to be waking up in the middle of the night, wide awake. That always happened when she went to bed early and it was irritating enough the first few times it happened.

    If only she had brought a book or had the foresight to steal some magazines from the lobby.

    Leah glanced up at Ally. “Hey.”

    Ally looked up, but said nothing.

    “Turn it off,” Leah said as she motioned to the lamp. “I’m going to bed.”

    The girl looked at the clock. “It’s only nine.”

    “I’m tired. Now turn it off.”

    It looked like Ally wanted to protest, but Leah gave her a tired glare.

    As the light turned off, Leah shoved all the blankets off her bed except for a thin sheet, which she pulled over her shoulders once she laid down. Her head hit the pillow, softer but somehow stiffer than the ones at home, and in moments, she was out like a light.




    The next day, anyone could tell it was going to be nice out. The sun was shining, the Pidgey were singing, and it was almost as if everything was all right with the world.

    “It’s that way!”

    “No, it’s not! Look, the map says to go left-”

    “The map’s wrong-”

    “Did you just cut me off?”

    “-Because the lady at the desk said we take a right.”

    “The lady at the desk,” Leah said, “is a stupid blond airhead. You don’t trust people over something factual like a map! We go left!”

    Ed was never one to give up. “No! We go right!”

    “Left!”

    “Right!”

    “Left!”

    “Right!”

    “Left!”

    “Right!”

    “Left!”

    “Left!”

    “Hah!” Leah said triumphantly, pointing at him. “You agree with me!”

    “You messed it up!” Ed whined. “You’re supposed to go ‘Right!’ and then I say-”

    Leah rolled her eyes and started following the trail to the left which led towards a groove between the trees. “Oh, come on. Like any of Bugs Bunny’s tricks can work on me.”

    Ed ran to catch up.

    “The gym’s not this way!” he said, but followed Leah anyways.

    After they got through the groove, the trail suddenly narrowed, forcing Ed to walk behind Leah in an effort to avoid the vicious looking plants that surrounded the road. As well as the carnivorous bushes, foreign-looking trees towered over them, keeping most of the sky hidden. The shade was nice on such a warm day.

    They walked for several minutes without talking to each other, jumping over the odd plant once and a while. While Ed grumbled behind her, Leah was just content to enjoy the scenery. She didn’t sight-see often as Pallet had absolutely nothing to offer, but Cinnabar was beautiful. The leaves were bright green, emerald if she had to name it, and the trees were so tall that the branches only let a few rays of sunlight penetrate the forest.

    It was like a fairytale. She had never seen anything like it.

    “Ouch,” Ed said, wincing as a lucky branch snagged the hem of his shirt. Pulling on it wasn’t doing the trick, so he stopped to manually untangle himself. After which, he looked up and called out to Leah who was still walking.

    “Wait up!”

    Leah paused and turned to look at him. “What? Why are you back there for? Come on, I thought you wanted to go to the gym.”

    She spun back around and continued walking, Ed running to catch up. He pouted as he resumed a slower pace and muttered, “If Ally was here, we could’ve convinced you to go right.”

    “Well she’s not here, so too bad for you.”

    “She should be here,” Ed continued, not letting the issue go. “Why did she have to stay at the Pokemon Center?”

    “Because, moron, she wanted to see if something was wrong with her Voltorb.” She rolled her eyes. “Not that anything is.”

    Ed tried to look at the bright side. “Well, at least she won’t get lost too…”

    “We’re going to find the gym,” Leah said, sighing. “So stop complaining. Besides, you guys aren’t even going to challenge it today. We’re only staking it out.”

    “Why can’t we?” Ed asked as they trudged down a shallow slope. “I mean, I’ve been training Paras and it knows attacks now! It’ll obey me!”

    Leah rolled her eyes. “Yeah, how many attack does it know?”

    Ed shrugged. “Two. Scratch and Stun Spore, and I’m really close with Poison Powder.”

    “Good for you.” Sarcasm dripped through her voice. “By the way, what type of Pokemon is Paras?”

    He thought. “Uh, bug and grass?”

    “Yeah, that’s right. And what type of Pokemon does the Cinnabar gym leader use?”

    “Oh.” Ed’s face fell. “Fire.”

    Leah nodded. “Fire,” she repeated. “No bug or grass-type would stand a chance, much less a bug and a grass type.”

    Pushing a branch out of her way, Leah stopped as the trail came to an abrupt halt. The ground in front of them was covered with tall grass, plants and wildlife, having seemingly grown over the trail.

    “Huh?”

    Leah looked at the map with a sharp eye. “Well, the map says we’re on the right track.”

    Ed glared at her. “I told you the map was wrong!”

    “No, no,” Leah said, waving his complaints off. “It’s not wrong, we should get to the gym if we just keep going forward.”

    “But there’s no path!”

    “So? We don’t need one, we just need to walk in a straight line.”

    Ed looked through the dense plants and trees. “What if we get lost?”

    “We’re going straight,” Leah snapped as she pushed her way through the bush. “It’s not like we’re making any turns or anything.”

    Despite what Leah said, they did have to make a few turns, mostly to get around the too thick shrubs that sometimes got in their way. As soon as they got passed it, they went right back on their imaginary trail.

    Hearing a low chirping, Leah looked up to the tops of the trees to see a bunch of Pidgey cluttering up the same branch. It was the first wild Pokemon life she had seen all day. Leah could tell that Ed was saying something about them, something stupid probably, but she wasn’t paying attention as something had caught her eye. At the edge of her vision and in a gap between the branches of the trees, there was a hint of gray and she turned her head to see the sky behind them clouding over rather quickly.

    It was still warm out, perfect Cinnabar weather, but the dark clouds contrasted the summer picture.

    “It’s going to rain soon,” Leah told Ed, still staring at the clouds.

    “Really?” Ed said as he looked at them with vague disappointment. “But it was so sunny out, I didn’t think it was going to start raining.”

    “I didn’t either.” It was true, too. Just that morning, before she and Ed left the Pokemon Center, she checked the weather on the internet and found out that it was going to be very sunny all day. The weather reports on that particular site were rarely wrong and Leah had to conclude that the sudden series of clouds were the result of the tropical climate or something like that.

    “We should go back to the Pokemon Center,” Leah said. “I don’t want to be out when it rains.”

    Ed looked at her with keen eyes, taking in her expression of discomfort and fidgeting body. His eyes lit up in sudden realization.

    “I know what you’re up to.”

    “Yeah?” Leah asked, eyeing the path back to the trail. “What’s that?”

    “This is a scheme!”

    “Huh?”

    “That’s right!” Ed said, pointing at her. “I’ve figured it out. You’ve discovered that you were wrong and we were supposed to make a right turn back there. You’re using the weather excuse to make us turn back and go back to the Pokemon Center so you won’t have to admit you’re wrong.”

    Leah just stared. “We should go back to the Pokemon Center,” she repeated.

    Ed crossed his arms. “No, I don’t want to.”

    “And why’s that?”

    “’Cause we came all this way just to turn back so fast. Let’s keep going. Unless…” Ed trailed off. “Unless you want to admit you’re wrong.”

    “What?” Leah said, frowning. “I’m not wrong.”

    “Really? Then prove it.”

    Leah glanced warily at the clouds.

    “If you’re right,” Ed said, tempting her. “Then the gym can’t be too far away. We’ll get there and back before the rain comes.”

    “The clouds are coming pretty fast…”

    “So? If you’re right, you won’t have to worry.”

    The teen tore her eyes from the sky and gave him a competitive look.

    “Fine,” Leah said. “I’m not wrong.”

    Her glaze drifted back to the incoming weather by their own accord.

    “I’m not.”


    -


    “Fine!” Leah shouted, her hands clenched tightly in her pockets and hood obstructing her face from view. “I’m wrong, I give up!”

    Ed sighed, his hair and clothing dripping with water. “Yeah, that’s for sure.”

    The rain had caught up to them just five minutes ago and it came suddenly and without warning. One minute, they were arguing, the next they were taking cover under the nearest tree. Leah, fortunately, never left her house without her rain jacket and was relatively dry.

    Though she didn’t act like it.

    “Let’s go! You win! I want to go back to the Pokemon Center now!”

    “Calm down,” Ed said, squinting through the rain. “The weather’s not that bad.”

    Leah panicked. “But it will be! We need to go!”

    Ed looked at Leah. She was acting weird. It was only a little water; it never hurt anyone. He used to play in it all the time when he was little… Well, he still did, but that wasn’t the point.

    He turned around and took a few cautious steps forward, gaining more confidence as he didn’t trip and fall flat on his face. Twigs snapped against his stride and he wiped his eyes clean of water. He felt Leah’s body heat as she came up behind him and stayed close to his back.

    Together, the duo made their way back up their makeshift trail.

    “I think we’re going to right way,” Ed said, but a bit of doubt made itself known in his head. They went straight, doing what Leah’s map said, but what if they stopped going straight? Neither of them could’ve known if they had started to go off a bit and just a bit made a big difference when you had been walking for ten minutes.

    “We were going straight,” Leah insisted. “We have to be going to right way.”

    Suddenly, there was a flash of light, but it was so short that Ed thought he had imagined it. It was only when Leah gasped that he knew that she had seen the same thing.

    “Lightning!” she breathed, her hands shaking as brushed hair from her eyes. “We’re caught in a ****ing storm!”

    Thunder rumbled in the distance, the loud crackle forcing a shiver up his spine. He had never been scared of storms, but then again, he had never been outside when one happened.

    His breath was knocked out of him when a sudden force pushed him forwards. He stumbled and spun around.

    “What was that for…” He trailed off when he saw the frenzied look in his mentor’s eye.

    “Run!” Leah barked and shoved him again. This time, Ed nearly fell to the ground, but was able to catch himself by grabbing a tree. Hugging the plant around its truck, he looked up to see Leah looming over him.

    “Run!” she repeated, water running down her pale face. “Don’t stop! Just run!”

    Ed wanted to question but she glared with more intensity then he had ever seen.

    “Run!”

    Ed ran.

    Run!”

    Ed ran faster.

    Run!”

    The final shout propelled him and he flew through the bushes and trees faster then he had ever run before. He didn’t look back and took no notice of the twigs and branches that slapped his skin and scratched his arms and legs.

    As the storm got fiercer, the soft pitter-patter of the rain started to turn into a roar. Ed could feel his soaked clothes clinging to his skin and they made a sloping sound every time he moved. Another flash of lightning lit up the sky and only a few seconds later, the clap of thunder followed, louder then before.

    “It’s coming closer!” Ed gasped out to Leah, who was behind him.

    Half-blinded by the rain, he felt his legs begin to burn from the inside out. His heart beat wildly and was begging him to stop, or at least rest, just for a moment. Just for a moment…

    He didn’t know how long he had been running for, but he felt like he had been doing it for a while. The forest he had been secretly admiring when he first came through was now just green streaks as he whizzed by it.

    With another burst of adrenaline as the sky lit up, he suddenly found himself stepping onto the trail, which he and Leah had abandoned a while ago. Despite the feeling of relief in having a route to freedom, he didn’t dare stop and kept on running.

    It was only when the crossroad got into his vision did he start to slow down. He was jogging by the time he got there and then finally came to a halt.

    His legs felt like jelly and he happily let them rest by easing himself onto the ground, soaking his pants even more. He felt numb and his body tingled as he rested. Dazedly, he looked at the red welts and cuts that adorned his skin. They looked bad and when he touched one, he hissed in pain.

    It was still raining, as hard as ever, and the storm got steadily worse. Ed absentmindedly thought that maybe he should go back to the Pokemon Center. It would be dry there, and he could see how Ally was doing. Maybe he could even do some training; Paras was so close at knowing what Poison Powder was, it would only take a little nudging…

    As thunder rolled, Ed remembered. Oh, right.

    Leah.

    Ed really didn’t feel like moving, he was pretty comfy despite his dampness, but he had to sacrifice it. Turning his head, he looked around, but couldn’t see her. Weird. He thought that she had been right behind him. Glancing over at the groove between the trees, he waited. He stared at it for a while, but no Leah came running out.

    Huh. He wondered where Leah was.

    Ed sat there for another ten minutes.

    She never came out.


    -


    A/N: This is all I have for you guys today so I hope you enjoy. I’ll post chapters six and seven in a few days, once I get time to edit them.
    "Saddled with two ten-year-old brats and sent out on her long overdue Pokemon journey, Leah can't help but wonder... Is it worth it?"

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    It had been twenty minutes since she had lost sight of Ed and she had yet to find a way out of the forest. She didn’t care how she did it, but she had to leave! Right now!

    Like the crowds back in the city, the storm was all around her and no matter what she did, no matter where she tried to hide, she couldn’t get it to go away! It blinded her senses. She couldn’t see, she couldn’t hear, and she couldn’t even run anymore, though that one was more her fault than the rain’s. Leah cursed herself for not exercising more. Maybe if she did then maybe she could have kept up with Ed’s pace. It was really surprising, and a bit frightening too, how fast Ed was able to run. Leah tried to follow, really, she did, but she got tired and couldn’t go on.

    Her heard sped up as the thunder growled in the sky. A pit of terror had formed her chest that she desperately wanted to get rid of it. She would do anything to get out of the forest.

    Hunched over, but with her whole body on alert, she was walking in a random direction. She didn’t know where she was going, but didn’t care as long as it led her out of the jungle. If she was smart, she would have just stayed in the same place and hoped that Ed came back for her.

    But no, she just couldn’t stay still. All reason had left her and she just couldn’t wait.

    The trees provided no protection whatsoever, from both the rain and the lightning; not that she logically needed protection from lightning, but still. It was lightning! What if it hit a tree or something?

    Shivering, she stuck her hands in her pockets. If the rain, lightning, and thunder weren’t bad enough, there was the wind. The stupid damn wind. Despite the storm, it wasn’t that cold unless you accounted for the strong winds. It was blowing and howling and attacking her whenever she wasn’t behind trees. It blew rain into her face and forced her to close her eyes and stop whenever a particular big gust came around.

    She was surprised she hadn’t tripped or run into anything yet, but she didn’t think that would last long.

    Where was the exit? There had to be one around somewhere! Though, she found that that hope was slowly dying. How long had she been walking? A long time probably and despite her tiredness, she had yet to get out of the dreadfully familiar scene of plants, plants, and more plants. She needed a new plan. It looked like she wasn’t going to be getting out of the storm the way she wanted to, so she was going to have to go with Plan B (always capitalized in her head).

    Most people would be surprised that she had a Plan B already, but the specific plan had been thought up a few years ago. Just in case… that ever happened again. And look at that: it had.

    So, Plan B: she needed to find a shelter. No, not a tree or a plant. Those couldn’t be trusted. A cave of some sort would work, but she didn’t think there were any around. Actually, maybe there were some. She sure didn’t expect to find a cave Back Then, after all.

    Leah looked around her and tried to calm herself down. She had to find shelter or it would get worse.

    It always did.

    -

    “W- Well,” Leah said to herself, voice breathless and shaking. “I would’ve liked a cave, but I suppose a creepy house in the middle of n- nowhere will have to do.”

    It was around ten minutes later and Leah had stumbled upon the jackpot.

    A house, a mansion, stood before her, looking much older than her own home. It looked abandoned if the yard was any indication, but someone could say that of her own house, so she wasn’t sure.

    Running toward the double doors that stood on top of a deck, she crushed dead plants under her shoes. When she got to the top of the stairs and under the overhang, she sighed, but didn’t make a move to taking her hood off. Water dripped onto the damp wood and Leah looked at the door cautiously before shaking her head.

    No, there was no point in knocking. She didn’t care if it wasn’t abandoned, she was getting out of the weather and that was that.

    She tried to open the door and was surprised when it swung open easily. With one last look at the miserable weather, she entered the mansion. There were no lights inside and she couldn’t see any switches on the walls, but the natural light from the open doorway illuminated the scene.

    It was grand. The front room was bigger than her kitchen and living room put together. At the very front of the room, about six meters ahead of her, were two great staircases which curled their way to the floor above. There was also a slight chill in the air and it almost made Leah think that it might be colder inside the house than out.

    Before closing the door, Leah knelt down and dug around in her bag for her flashlight. She found it and switched it on, the beam of light providing more comfort than the light from outside did. She was happy to note, that once she closed the door, the sound of the rain quieted. Not all the way, but it was progress.

    “H- Hello?” Leah asked the mansion, feeling like a girl out of a horror movie. “Anyone there?”

    Nothing.

    “Okay then, I’ll just make myself at home.” She looked around and added quietly, “Yeah, I’ll do that…”

    Leah wandered over to the staircase on the left, a once majestic red carpet guiding her from the door to the stairs. As she walked, she couldn’t help but notice the five white columns on either side of her, extended to the ceiling and seemingly holding it up. They were probably quite good looking once, but now they were crumbling and worn from age.

    This whole place is weird,’ she thought. An abandoned mansion in the middle of a forest would make a good tourist attraction, so why wasn’t anyone here? Not only that, but there was a feeling in the air, like a static charge. She couldn’t really describe it, but whatever it was, it just gave her the feeling that she was intruding on something sacred…

    Her footfalls paused as she stood before the stairs.

    The terror which had been put on hiatus as she amused herself with the mysterious mansion suddenly started to rise. Suddenly, she started to wonder why a house like this was abandoned in the first place. Had something horrible happened? Her limbs froze and her mind blanked. All that was left was the instinct that something was inexplicitly wrong with the whole situation.

    Then, as fast as it appeared, the fear left and she let out a breath.

    Nothing to fear, it was probably just that weird smell in the air that had been bugging her since she had come in. That burning smell. Her nose itched and she wished that it would go away already. The smell had proved that it was annoying, so could it just go bug someone else, now?

    “Sorry, house,” Leah said and forced a smile to hide a bit of unease. “Unless you can make it rain in here, there’s no getting rid of me.”

    With nothing else to do, she sat down on one of the lowest steps, her arm leaning against her knee and her hand supporting her head. Leah sat there quietly, listening to the rain’s continuous assault on the outside world.

    She assumed it wouldn’t rain for much longer, but as she thought about it, the more that hope withered and died. How long was she going to be stuck inside for anyways? Hours? If that was so, then Leah could pretty much sentence herself to hours of boredom. She didn’t really feel like exploring the house because she’d probably just get into trouble. Besides, with the house in the condition that it was in, she didn’t want to accidently fall through the floor or something like that.

    Sighing, she took out Sands’ Poke Ball from her pocket and held it up to her face. She refused to suffer alone (it had nothing to do with feeling a bit uneasy, not at all).

    “Hey, Sands,” Leah said to the Pokeball. “There’s no battle, but if I let you out, you got to behave and be a good little Pokemon. Okay?”

    Taking to the Pokeball was meaningless since Sands couldn’t hear her, though it wasn’t like it mattered since Sands wouldn’t understand anyway.

    Leah released Sands onto the floor. Her eyes snapped shut at the bright light and only opened them when spectacle was over. Sands looked up at her with a blank expression. It was obviously confused on why it had been called out when there was no battle.

    “I’m bored,” Leah told it, answering its imaginary question. “You’re suffering with me.”

    “Sands?” it said.

    “Yeah, that’s your name,” she teased it. Uh oh, if she was bored enough to play games with a Pokemon then she was in trouble.

    However, Sands didn’t seem like it wanted to continue their conversation either. It pawed the ground, claws scratching the carpet before it got up on its hind legs and stuck its nose into the air, sniffing.

    “What are you smelling?”

    The Pokemon didn’t bother replying, putting its nose to the ground and then looking up at Leah.

    “What are you-?”

    With fast steps, Sands leapt onto the stair that Leah was sitting on and started to climb. Leah twisted her body around to watch her Pokemon walk away and go up to the next level with its nose first.

    Leah scowled.

    “Hey!”

    She quickly stood and with flashlight in hand, she followed. The beam of light kept a firm spotlight on the Sandshrew, who completely ignored its trainer when she called out to it again and again. Though she wasn’t that happy at Sands’ disobedience, she didn’t try to stop it, instead hoping that the Pokemon will lead her out of boredom, but not into trouble. Huh, and she thought she wasn’t going to explore. So much for that plan.

    Sands and Leah got to the next floor up and Leah shined her flashlight onto the hallway walls. They were torn up and old, but that wasn’t what caught her attention. No, the thing that caught her attention was the single handprint that had been smeared onto the wallpaper closest to the staircase. She went up closer and found that it was a dark, rusty brown and drips of it fell in a straight line to the floor. Or, once had. It was completely dried up and looked like it had been like that for a long time.

    “Blood; ew,” she concluded with a grimace.

    Leah turned from the wall and pointed her flashlight back at Sands-

    -Or, where Sands was supposed to be.

    The light hovered in that spot for a moment before starting to frantically move along ground, looking for the lost Pokemon.

    “Sands?” Leah called out. “Come here!”

    When the Sandshrew didn’t come trotting to her, Leah cursed at Sands’ sudden abandonment. This was the reason that she hated relying on Sandshrew for anything other then a battle. It always seemed to abandon her when she needed it most! What if she needed protection or something?

    Calm down,’ she told herself. There are only two directions Sands could have gone: up the hallway or down the hallway. Judging that Sands would have to slip past her to go down the hallway, she assumed that it had gone right. Leah peered up the hallway. No Pokemon could be seen, but there were three doors, two of them wide open, the other being closed.

    She took a step forward and the floor creaked under her weight. Banishing the chills, she tried to walk casually down the hall, like nothing was remotely creepy about it.

    “Oh, Sands…” she sung to herself. “Where are you…?”

    Leah glanced into the first room, sweeping her flashlight around while doing so. Nope, nothing alive or spooky. Just a small room with a desk and an awesome looking high-back chair behind it. Putting her search for Sands on hiatus, she walked over (making sure that there definitely nothing alive (or un-alive) around her) and promptly sat down. The plush sagged under her and she bounced her head off the back of the plush chair.

    “Liking the chair.” She nodded to herself and looked over the desk. It was definitely the nicest desk she had ever seen. It was carved from a dark red wood and had curving designs along the sides. If she had the means, she’d definitely steal the desk in a heartbeat.

    Taking the gold knobs in hand, she searched the drawers, looking for anything interesting. All of them were empty except for the bottom on the right, which contained a book.

    Leah picked it up. The book was gray with age and had a leathery feel to it with no title in sight. She popped the clasp and turned to the first page, where only a name was written.

    'Jonathan Somerset'

    Must be the author’s name,’ Leah thought, turning the page only to mentally groan. Handwriting occupied the next page. While it was nice-looking with its loops and dashes, Leah’s ability to read handwriting was amateur at best. Luckily, the author kept his handwriting spaced out and large enough to read.

    The first page barely had a paragraph of text.

    'March 18, 1954

    'It continues raining today and it doesn’t seem like it will let up anytime soon. Elizur is in a foul mood and has taken to staying in bed. It is only because I myself do not feel well that I allow this. Fortunately, Kadabra has informed me that while the weather will not let up soon, it will not get worse either. All and all it has been a quiet day and I believe I will join Elizur earlier than usual today.'


    Leah was only half-surprised that the book was a diary. Diaries were commonly found in abandoned houses, or so said the average mystery or horror movie.

    She flipped the page to see text on the back.

    'March 20, 1954

    'It still rains and I believe I have made Elizur cross at me. He does not like how I am making him abide by my decisions. He would rather sleep, so much so that I am wondering whether he has caught some illness from his recent trip to Brazil. It would certainly be ironic as he was the one who insisted going despite my wishes. He takes a certain pleasure from going against my orders and no matter how many months it has been, I don’t think he is used to the life I and my fellow islanders live. However, he is part of my household now and I have given him considerable freedom already. I have done all I can to make him comfortable. It is up to him to accept it.'


    Whenever people found diaries in movies or novels, they always told the amazing and haunting backgrounds of the places they were found in. Leah could only feel disappointment that the diary she found didn’t live up to those expectations. Where was the excitement and the creepiness?

    Due to the storm outside, Leah’s patience was at an absolute low, so she didn’t feel bad when she flipped to a random page near the end of the book.

    'September 5, 1954

    'Things aren’t going to last much longer. Already Elizur has threatened to leave me and I believe he will do so if I don’t get rid of James soon. Though while I commend Elizur for having the patience to stay within my brother’s presence this past month, I cannot turn away family. James, at least, knows what position he is in and is not complaining, but I am not ignorant to the looks he sends Elizur’s way. He still does not understand why I keep him in my house, but then again, he had never understood the nature of any of my relationshi'


    The entry ended there. There was something like a dash after the ‘i’, suggesting that the author had been startled.

    It was weird. Why didn’t the author finish the entry?

    Leah flipped the page, eyes raising at the date.

    'November 15, 1954

    'My brother has become my only confident and I am grateful for his presence. Elizur is still not well and I cannot go to anyone for help. I will not turn Elizur in, despite the downturn of our relationship before his change. I am unsure what caused it or what to even call this madness that inflicts him. He is no longer interested in me or even his own personal state of mind. He only wants to please his master, but I do not know who this person is and I have never heard anyone other than James and myself speaking to him. He has attempted to leave several times and it is only with reluctance do I step in.

    'He is in no condition to leave and I will not let him until he is better in both mind and body. He has shown hatred towards me and severity of it surprises me.

    'Due to his uniqueness, I have taken steps so that he does not leave and despite my attempts to make him as comfortable as possible, he refuses to accept it. I do not know how much longer I can keep him here as his patience is running thin and I am afraid that he no longer has any qualms to hurt me. I hesitate to trust my own Pokemon to help due to the adoration and obedience they show him. I think that the gifts Elizur has allows him to control Pokemon, though it could also be his connection to Him that they sense.

    I do not know what to do.'


    That was the last entry in the diary. All pages after it were blank. In other circumstances, Leah would have assumed the author got a new diary, but there were almost ten pages left in the current one, more than enough for a few more entries.

    The rain was forgotten as Leah stewed in the unease that the last entry produced. When she wanted the diary to be creepy, she wasn’t actually serious. She was already scared, and that was only from the goddamn weather. She didn’t need actual horror.

    THUMP

    Leah jolted in her seat, snapping her head towards the wall. What was that noise? The house was abandoned-

    Oh, right; Sands. She had nearly forgotten about him. Taking in a deep breath, she calmed her racing heart and got up. She needed to retrieve her Pokemon before it did something stupid.

    She paused and glanced at the diary, wondering whether she should take it with her. In any other situation there would be no hesitation, but the last entry unnerved her and she wasn’t in the mood for any more of that.

    Putting the diary back into the drawer, Leah left the room, flashlight ahead of her.

    “Door number two,” she breathed as she poked her head through the open doorway, almost expecting to see a monster.

    There was none, only a room untouched by time. It was obviously a bedroom judging by the bed against the wall. The curtains over the window had been pulled apart, letting the raindrops be seen against the glass, and casting a blue glow onto the carpet and bed. While it was nicely decorated, it didn’t seem that it had been used that often. There were no personal trinkets laying about or any personal touch about it.

    Except for the shelf.

    Leah walked up to it, staring at the beautiful rocks that stood proudly on display. Some gleamed, some shined, and some even glittered. It was quite a collection. She could even recognize some of the rocks by name, though it wasn’t that surprising. The gray stone with green veins, for instance, was a Leaf Stone. Next to it was a blue stone, one that was a mix of blues and purples. That was a Water Stone. Most of the rocks were some type of elemental stone, but others were natural rocks, being made of crystal or what Leah assumed to be some kind of gem.

    Someone really liked their rocks.

    “What are you doing in here, Sands?” Leah asked. The Pokemon looked tired and its body was curled up around a stone that seemingly fell from the shelf. Sands’ paws were clutched around the rock, but the trainer could still see the spiral of reds and oranges.

    “Why do you have Fire Stone?”

    Kneeling down, she put her hand on her Pokemon’s body and felt the heat it produced, but she also felt the faint shivering. Her hand ran along Sands’ body until she could feel the warmth that was admitting from the Fire Stone. Leah frowned. Now that she thought about it, it was quite a bit warmer in the room than the rest of the house. And as she very well knew, the one thing that Sandshrew hated equally to water was the cold.

    “Are you cold? Is that it?”

    Sands opened its eyes into slits, but closed them again, uninterested in its trainer.

    She sighed. “Guess that’s a ‘yes’ then. Come on, Sands. You can’t lay here all day and I really don’t want to return you to your Poke Ball.”

    The word ‘Poke Ball’ was something Sands recognized and it raised its head. Keeping its paws firmly on the stone, the Pokemon unleashed a pleading look that Leah had never seen Sands give her before. The look was vaguely human-ish and the fact that she could tell it was pleading made her uncomfortable.

    She really hated it when Sands started to give her those types of expressions. It made her think back to those Pokemon Rights propaganda that had been spreading around recently. The idea that Pokemon were sentient beings and could think and feel like a human gave her the shivers. If it were true, it would bring a whole new side to slavery and what Pokemon battling was really about. Thank god it wasn’t, though. The only Pokemon that could be counted as sentient were psychic-types and ghost-types, and even they had to be powerful to think like a human.

    “Okay,” Leah said as she got to her feet. “Fine. Lay there. It’s not like we need to explore.”

    With another sigh, Leah sank onto the bed, feeling the stiff mattress deny her the ability to be comfortable.

    … It was funny. Something had been gnawing at her mind ever since she had entered the mansion. It wasn’t the burning smell that had bugged her downstairs. She didn’t know how long smells like that were supposed to last, but she was sure nothing was on fire. Whatever had been bugging her had been doing so ever since she had stepped in the haunted house.

    The people, she supposed. She would have thought that an old mansion like the one she was in would have been gotten rid of ages ago. Or at least bought by someone who liked weird, creepy houses. It just didn’t make sense. Where were all the people? Not only that, but where were all the Pokemon? Abandoned places were the perfect homes for wild Pokemon and in a storm, the place should be crawling with Rattata.

    Yes, that was the thing that had been bugging her. Where was everyone?

    Shifting, she sat up straight and eyed the room. It was surprising that no had ever entered the mansion. The rocks on the shelves, the elemental ones, they could have been sold for money or used on Pokemon. If she had a truck, there would be no doubt that she would have stolen the desk in the office. There were probably lots of things that could have been sold, but they were just left behind to rot.

    Leah got up and went over the shelves again. She stepped over the sleeping Sandshrew and got right up close. The stones were really pretty and they shone when her flashlight flashed over them. But it was then when she noticed something. A small thing, something that she had always overlooked, but with her flashlight, it made it obvious. She blew and watched the few specks of dust on the rocks to lift into the air. They danced, completely visible in the light.

    The dust. Why was there so little dust?

    “Sands,” Leah spoke softly as she shone her flashlight on the other stones. There was no dust on them and she could see the dust-free fingerprints on the shelf. It stood out horribly and she wondered how she could’ve missed it. There was no dust on the banister or the stairs when she came in either. The office seemed pretty clean for being abandoned. She never found herself coughing over the fifty years worth of dust.

    Then she remembered the thumping noise that had led her to Sands. Her Pokemon wasn’t clumsy and she knew that there was no way that it could have knocked the Fire Stone off the shelf by itself. The sound came vaguely from her right. Well, was it from straight from her right or down from her right?

    “Sands,” she repeated as Sands cracked open an eye. There was an urgent tone in her voice and it couldn’t be ignored.

    “I don’t think we’re alone.”

    -

    Outside, the storm raged on.


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    A/N: Whoops, sorry, didn't mean to let you guys hang for a month. I'll get Chapter Seven out in a couple of days. For now, enjoy this one.
    "Saddled with two ten-year-old brats and sent out on her long overdue Pokemon journey, Leah can't help but wonder... Is it worth it?"

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    I've been following your fic for quite a long time, so I'm really happy you decided to post this on serebii!

    Put me on your PM list! I'm awating chapter 57.

    I would write more about interesting things you've written in your fic, but then I'd be spoiling it.
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    I've been following your fic for quite a long time, so I'm really happy you decided to post this on serebii!

    Put me on your PM list! I'm awating chapter 57.

    I would write more about interesting things you've written in your fic, but then I'd be spoiling it.
    I'm so sorry it's taken so long to reply, BWfan. I've been swamped with work since my semester is finally wrapping up. D8

    Do you want me to put you on my PM list for this revised Mentor version and / or the much longer one on FFnet? Also, I'm glad you liked the story! Hopefully I can update more frequently so maybe this fic will catch up to the one on FFnet some day.



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    Mentor
    Chapter 7:
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    “What should we do, Sands?” Leah asked her Pokemon as she pressed against the wall of the bedroom, where she hopefully couldn’t be seen by anyone. Her eyes glanced back to the door, which she left ajar, and her ears prickled to the sound of Sands yawning in response.

    “Be serious,” she hissed at it. “This is important!”

    Sands didn’t seem to think so as it put its head back on the fire stone, eyes closed.

    Leah took one last look at the door before abandoning her hiding spot and walking over to her Sandshrew. She bent down and wrapped her hands around Sands’s middle. Sands tried to curl into itself and get rid of the intruding hands, but it was in vain as the trainer lifted the Pokemon into her arms. The ground type made a mournful yowl as the Fire Stone slipped from its clawed grasp and landed on the floor with a thump.

    “Stop kicking me!” Leah said as she held her Pokemon tighter, despite its struggles for escape. Sands growled softly in warning when its trainer wound one of her arms around the area of its neck and as the limb started to tighten, the Sandshrew bit down on the flesh with its tiny fangs.

    The trainer swore as she immediately half-dropped and half-threw the Pokemon away from her. Sands landed on its side and let out a yelp before getting up and scampering back to the Fire Stone, its teeth bloody. Leah cradled her arm and accessed the damage before glaring at the Pokemon.

    “You’re lucky my jacket took most of that,” she snarled. “Seriously, it’s just a Fire Stone. It’s not that cold out! You don’t need it.”

    Her hand found the semi-familiar feel of her Pokeball and she let the beam of red light immaterialize Sands, who didn’t notice what was happening until it was too late.

    “Stupid Pokemon,” Leah muttered as she put the sphere back into her pocket.

    She sighed; her anger vanishing until she just felt tired.

    Okay, she had to face the facts. Someone was in the house with her. She didn’t know who it was and her only weapon was a flashlight and a misbehaving Pokemon who couldn’t even beat a baby Paras. Leaving the house wasn’t an option since she refused to face the storm, and there wasn’t anything she could do about that.

    Her only options? Stay where she was and hope that no one would come upstairs and find her. Pros: she didn’t have to move and she didn’t think there was any reason for anyone to suddenly come upstairs (except for the expensive stones). Cons: she had no clue when the storm would end, there was no lock on the door, and she really didn’t like being in the room.

    Leah swallowed and looked at the window hopefully. The window, as if sensing her misplaced hope, cheerfully showed the rain coming down harder than ever and it silently promised that the rain wouldn’t stop any time soon.

    Damn it. What was she supposed to do?

    Leave, her mind supplied. Not the house, but the room. There was another door, just outside in the hall, and it looked strong. Maybe it even had a lock on it, but was conveniently unlocked, just for her. And even then, there was another hallway with more doors. There was bound to be a room she could hide in that wasn’t as creepy as the one she was currently in.

    Leah took one last look around the room. The calm blue glow that the outside light produced didn’t ease the situation. It was like the room was in the eye of the storm and it made her wary. The whole house was like a well-kept museum with a past that refused to be forgotten.

    Slowly and quietly, she went to the door and peered down the hallway, her cheek pressed against the doorframe. Her eyes spotted the door she was looking for and it was still closed, its solid frame beckoning her to open it to find out what was inside.

    The coast was clear, so she made her way over to the door and lightly grasped the handle. It turned, slowly but surely. It was unlocked and she held her breath and kept her free hand wound around her Pokeball. She pushed the door open and coughed as dust came drifting out of it. The room was so dark she couldn’t see inside. All there was were vague outlines of what could have been furniture. Her hand fumbled with the flashlight before turning it on.

    The room didn’t look very big and, surprisingly, it wasn’t another bedroom like she expected. It was just a room with dust-covered chairs and a coffee table. It didn’t seem all that special and since the whole room was simply covered in dust, she didn’t think that anyone had bothered to go in for a long time. She even doubted that the door had been opened.

    As she stood there, she reminded herself that she could always send Sands out and go in first if she didn’t feel like it. That way, if there was something dangerous, nothing bad would happen to her. However, she shook her head. She wasn’t a coward and didn’t need to get a weak, little Pokemon to go in first. She could do it. All she had to do was walk in and check it out. It wasn’t that hard.

    The door, she found, didn’t have a lock on it and she felt a bit foolish to think that it would have. Maybe if the house was a bit more modern it would have one, but with it being as old as it was, she didn’t think any of the doors except for the ones that went outside would have a lock.

    She took a few steps forward and entered the room. Dust floated in the air and she tried not to inhale any, but that was easier said than done. Her flashlight illuminated every speck of the room: the corners, behind the chairs, under the table… but she didn’t find a single thing. It was completely normal.

    Clear,’ she thought to herself, relaxing.

    Suddenly, she heard a tiny noise, a creaking sound. It wasn’t much, but she felt her body tensing and her heart speed up. She brought her Pokeball out into the open and held it out as a silent threat. She took a step back, but froze when she heard the tell-tale creak again. This time, it was louder with a couple small cracks accompanying it. Her flashlight spun around the room, light flashing to every corner as she twisted her body around without moving her feet.

    Crack!

    Again! Damn it. Where was it coming from? She tried to calm herself down as she listened deeply, straining her ears. The sound echoed around her and she vaguely wondered whether it was some type of ghost Pokemon causing it. Another crack sounded to her immediate right and she found herself taking an unwilling step back.

    Another creak, but this one was different as it dragged out until it evolved into a loud, slow groan.

    Leah got a sinking feeling in her chest and looked down. Under the light and under her feet, the weak and worn floorboards cracked, showing the thin, devastating lines that spider webbed across it. With every crackle, the lines grew and spread out, like braches of a tree.

    With no time to think, she tried to throw herself backwards and towards the door, but the floor collapsed from under her. Suddenly, the only thing holding her up was air and she felt a weightless feeling, her heart dropping to her stomach, but it only lasted a split-second before gravity took a hold of her and she fell.


    -


    Leah groaned as she came back into the waking world. Her head spun and something sharp was poking into her back. She tried to remember what just happened, but everything was a blur and the thing at her back wasn’t helping the process. With a gasp of effort, she rolled onto her stomach and did her best to get up.

    The world spun as she sat upright and she swallowed, hoping that she wouldn’t throw up. She tried opening her eyes, but it just made her feel worse.

    She should have made Sands go first…

    Taking in a deep breath, she waited until most of the nauseous feeling left before opening her eyes and seeing what she had gotten into.

    The room she was in was unfamiliar to her. The walls were stone gray and had hairline cracks along the bottom. The floor was made of cold, hard cement and it was covered dust and pieces of floorboard. A few chairs were lying splinted, their legs and backs broken. There was even the old coffee table, cracked along its middle, lying almost right next to her. If she landed even a few feet then where she had really fallen, she could’ve been smacked by a table.

    The only light came from a door that was ajar, on the other side of the room. It was dim, but any light would do.

    The light is on, so is somebody home?’ Leah wondered nervously, hoping it wouldn’t be the case. The floor had collapsed so loudly that only a deaf person wouldn’t hear it, but no one had come to check it out. If no one had come, then no one was there.

    Maybe someone left a light on before leaving? How long had she been out for?

    Leah felt like she had better get up. Her pants were ripped and bloodstained and her worst fears were realized when she put pressure on her leg, and got a sharp, stabbing pain in return. She grimaced, her vision blurring, and feeling her eyes starting to water.

    Just what she needed: being injured when she might need to fight.

    There weren’t any other entrances and exits in the room that she could see, only the lit door. She roughly wiped away tears, made sure her Pokeball was still safely in her pocket, and then shuffled to the door, wincing at every step her pain-filled leg took. She briefly caught her breath before pushing the door open and glancing into the next room.

    Overhead, a bare light bulb shone. There were tables on the side of the room, pushed against the wall and on them, old machines that looked like they hadn’t worked for a long time. On one of the tables, there was a deep and smooth slash mark etched into the wood, too smooth to be from anyone other than a Pokemon claw. There were more slashes on the walls. They sunk deep into the concrete, like it was made of butter, and some of the claw marks overlapped with each other.

    And on the floor, in the middle of the room, was a cage… or it had been a cage once. Twisted metal lay on a ragged, red-checkered cloth, the bars wildly out of shape and wrapped around each other in a loving embrace. The base of the cage seemed only big enough to fit something like a Rhyhorn, but even a Rhyhorn couldn’t twist metal into pretzels.

    Leah stood frozen in the doorway, not knowing what she was even looking at. She held her Poke Ball like a lifeline and took a couple steps forward, the pain in her leg seeming distant and unimportant.

    She looked to her immediate left and nearly jumped out of her skin.

    It wasn’t anything spectacular, it was just a statue. However, it was the most lifelike statue she had ever seen in her entire life. It was of a Kadabra with its two clawed hands held out in front it, both holding onto the same spoon that was pointing straight ahead. Its eyes were narrowed and there was a stone gash on its forehead, but with the way the stone was raised in mimicry of an injury, she had to conclude that the gash was supposed to be there.

    The Pokemon looked like it was defending itself from something and looked… scared, like it couldn’t win. Why would anyone make a statue with that kind of pose?

    What is this doing here?’ Leah thought and then glanced around again. ‘What is all of this doing here?’ With her heart pounding, she took a deep breath and reached out to touch the statue, but suddenly had a thought. ‘Didn’t that diary mention something about a Kadabra?’

    “E- Excuse me, miss?”

    Leah pulled back her hand in a snap and whirled around with a Poke Ball ready to be thrown and a command at her lips.

    The old man took a step back and held his hands up in surrender, an apologetic expression on his face. “S- Sorry to startle you. I didn’t expect anyone else down here.”

    “W- What?” Leah said, her Poke Ball still ready for action. “Who’re you?”

    “My name’s Benjamin Chambers,” the old man explained. “I’m the professor that works here.” The so-called Professor Chambers did look pretty book-ish from Leah’s point-of-view. He had thick glasses and thinning gray hair. His buttoned up white coat looked wet and dripped water onto the floor.

    “Wait… what? You’re a professor? What’re you doing here for?”

    “I- I should be asking you the same question, but I suppose anyone would want to take shelter from a storm like this one.”

    The comment was spot on and Leah’s eyes narrowed. “How’d you know I came in because of the storm?”

    The old man laughed nervously. “Well, it wasn’t very hard. Your clothes are damp and you have mud on your boots. B- Besides, people rarely enter the mansion and that’s only to get out of the weather or to find Pokemon.”

    “Oh.” Her mental alarm bells had turned off and she felt a bit embarrassed. But the feeling disappeared quickly as she remembered where she was.

    She pointed at the statue beside her. “What’s with this?” Then she motioned to the cage and slash marks. “And with those?”

    “I- I’m here to figure that out.” The professor moved out of the doorway and ushered Leah back into the unlit basement. “N- Now, come on. You shouldn’t be down here.”

    “I fell through the ceiling,” Leah told him coldly, aware that he was dodging her questions.

    The professor coughed.

    “Yes, I heard. I- I was outside with my Magneton. He does dearly love storms…”

    The pain in Leah’s leg came back as the professor seemed to consider that getting her upstairs was the top priority. There was another door in the basement that was now visible due to the extra light and the professor held it open for her. Leah was sure that he would force her out if she didn’t go herself, so she walked into the small hallway. The professor followed closely behind her and she was relieved when she pushed open another door to find herself in the entrance of the mansion.

    The rain hummed above, but the lightning seemed to have stopped. Her leg was burning by then and she sat on the stairs, almost daring the professor to try to make her go outside. However, the professor just stared at her and she avoided his gaze, wondering if Sands could take him if he tried anything.

    She never trained Sands. It always felt like a waste of time. The Sandshrew was just so stupid, but she would have felt better if it knew Poison Sting. Scratch was useless and it wasn’t like the Sandshrew was good for anything else.

    The professor was still staring and she couldn’t help but snap, “Are you just going to stare at me all day?”

    The old man jumped a bit and looked away. “S- Sorry, sorry… Are you not going to leave?”

    “No, it’s raining.”

    “O- Oh.”

    “What’s with this place, anyways? What went on here?”

    “It’s nothing too curious… you know how old houses are. T- The owner of this house asked me to look after this place.”

    “The Somersets?”

    The professor shifted. “W- Where did you hear that name?”

    “I read some stuff upstairs.”

    “Oh.” He avoided her gaze. “Well, yes, they asked me to look after this house.”

    “Why you? Shouldn’t a professor have better things to do?”

    “It was a very interesting offer, a-and this is a very interesting house…”

    Leah slouched forward, her head resting against her head as the very picture of boredom. “Yeah? How so?”

    “I- It’s a very nice place-”

    “Are you doing something illegal here?” Leah asked.

    The professor spluttered, “O- Of course not!”

    “You’re acting like it. It’s creepy. You keep avoiding my questions.”

    “I- I’m not supposed to…” The professor sighed. “I’m not supposed to talk about any of this.”

    “I’m not going to tell anyone,” Leah lied, knowing this was ending up on her blog somehow. “I’m only passing through.”

    “W- Well…” The professor came and sat beside her on the stairs, looking at a loss for words. “I- I don’t know much myself. I have been here for six months and I don’t have much to show for it.”

    “Are you here because of the basement?”

    “Yes,” he whispered. “I’ve looked through all the rooms, but it’s that basement that has the key to solving this mystery.”
    “What’s the mystery?”

    He leaned over to her, his voice low and excited.

    “A new Pokemon.”

    “In Kanto?”

    “Yes.”

    “The one that caused all that damage?”

    Nodding, he said, “It can only be a new Pokemon, and what power it must have. Small, but strong enough to twist metal, bladed appendages, and the most remarkable ability of all: it can turn living beings into stone!”

    “… That Kadabra,” Leah said, feeling sick again. She had almost touched the thing.

    “Unfortunately. It must have been a terrible way to go. I can’t find any evidence of what happened after the incident with the Kadabra. The owner of the house disappeared along with all its occupants.”

    Leah frowned. “The diary upstairs said a man was locked away in a cage.”

    “I know, but a man couldn’t have done all that.”

    “What if he could?”

    “Then he wouldn’t be a man.” The professor shook his head. “E- Either way, it is impossible. There must be something I’m missing.”

    While the professor stewed over his thoughts, Leah listened to the rain. Was it just her imagination or was it getting softer?

    “It smells like something’s burning in here,” she said out loud, wrinkling her nose.

    “That’s the repel I put down this morning. I don’t want Pokemon roaming around.”

    “Oh.” Leah thought of Sands sudden getaway. “I guess it affects captured Pokemon too.”

    He gave her a sharp look. “You had a Pokemon out? He didn’t break anything, did he?

    “It’s a Sandshrew. It only completely ignored me and went upstairs to sleep in someone’s bedroom.”

    “O- Oh. Does he do that often?”

    “Yeah, but I thought it was just cold or something.”

    “… Y- You’re a trainer, aren’t you?”

    Leah didn’t like being called a trainer, but saying otherwise would bring annoying questions.

    “Yeah,” she said. “Why do you care?”

    “It puzzles me,” he admitted, rubbing his hands together. “I- I don’t often talk to Pokemon trainers, but whenever I do, most seem to carry a great deal of affection for their Pokemon.”

    Leah frowned and shrugged. “Well I don’t. There’s probably lots of people who don’t. What does it matter?”

    “You don’t call your Pokemon by a gender, but your Sandshrew sports a nickname. S- Sands, was it? If you didn’t care about your Pokemon, why did you name it?”

    Leah didn’t reply, a memory swelling over her ears.

    “Your name is going to be Sands, okay? Sands is a special name, a u- unique one! You’re not a Sandshrew anymore, you’re a Sands. One of a kind! Grandma says that if I name you, we can become close friends and be like that forever. And that’s what we’re going to do, no if, ands, or buts! Got it, Sands?”

    Then the only thing she could hear was the rain.

    “My grandmother told me to,” Leah said shortly. “Besides, I was ten. All ten-year-olds want their Pokemon to be special.”

    “I- Isn’t your Pokemon special?”

    She shook her head. “Nope. Sands is stupid, lazy, selfish, and can hardly beat a Rattata. Hardly even likes me. It’s just a weak, average Pokemon.”

    “T- Then can I give you some advice?” the professor asked and Leah looked at him, eyebrow raised. “I- If you want your Pokemon to be strong and like you, why don’t you do the same thing?”

    “Be strong and be nice to Sands?” Leah asked skeptically. “Why?”

    “If you show your Pokemon encouragement and spend time with him, he will do his best to be loyal and follow your commands since he won’t want to disappoint you.” The professor coughed. “I- I was a trainer once. My Magneton comes from that period of my life. We’ve been together for years and have been friends despite the ups and downs. Y- You should consider it.”

    “Yeah?” she said, listening closely despite herself. “But I’m only going to be training for like, another week. What does it matter?”

    “Pokemon isn’t just for a journey,” he said. “But for life. I- If you nurture the bond between you and your Pokemon, it will always stay loyal a- and who knows? Maybe you’ll need that loyalty and friendship to help you one day. I- It could come in handy.”

    Suddenly, a ringing sound went off, the shrill and persistent noise making Leah jump. The professor didn’t flinch, however, and took out an old black cell phone from his pocket. He looked at the main screen for a moment before turning to Leah.

    “S- Sorry,” he said to her, pressing one hand against the speaker, muffling the sound. “I have to take this call.” He took a better look at her. “Y- You stay here, I’ll go see if I can find some medical supplies as well.”

    He then hurried off, back down the corridor to the basement, leaving Leah alone with the sound of the rain.

    “… Handy, huh?” she said quietly. “Never needed it before.”

    Until now, that is.


    -


    Her boots splashed in the wet mud as she made her way out of the mansion’s yard, a spark of pain in every step. Her hood was down and she chilled wind blew into her face and hair. The rain had stopped, but the clouds were still hovering overhead, just waiting for her to get in the middle of the forest before dropping their cargo.

    She really didn’t want to be walking under a cloudy sky, but she didn’t have much choice. It was either take the chance of quickly walking back to the Pokemon Center or wait another half-hour in the mansion for the off chance that the clouds would go away.

    Her choice was obvious.

    The professor had never come back from his phone call and after the rain stopped, she had little to stop her from leaving. The medical supplies would be nice, but she could get back on her own. Reluctantly, she had taken a slight detour before leaving and she hoped she wouldn’t regret it.

    The professor’s advice, despite being full of ********, made her do a little thinking. If she and Sands were going to be stuck together, then she would rather have it- him obeying her. She had never needed him before, but the circumstances had changed. If she was nice to Sands and actually trained him, she would get a loyal and powerful servant at her beck and call.

    “A servant? Why didn’t I ever consider this before?” Leah asked to the sky, which only replied with a slight rumble. She redirected her question to her Pokemon. “Do you know why, Sands?”

    Sands only shivered slightly and his claws dug into her jacket as Leah’s hands held him to her chest.

    “Hey,” Leah scolded. “Don’t go all silent on me, Sands. This is our bonding time. You should be happy of what I’ve done for you so far. I’ve let you out of your Pokeball and I’m actually holding you.” She then warned, “By the way, you better not drop that Fire Stone. I technically stole that for you and it wouldn’t be nice if my gift to you was damaged.”

    The swirls of the red and orange stone glowed slightly as Sand’s paw leaned against it, the rock was wedged between his and Leah’s bodies. The warmth the stone and Sands’ body gave off was comforting in a way she couldn’t describe.

    “We’d better hurry, Sands,” Leah said as she glanced at the sky. “The clouds aren’t looking too good and I hate to get caught in the rain again.”

    She heard Sands whimper and nodded.

    “Yeah, that would suck.”


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    A/N: I rewrote half of this chapter and took out 1000 useless words. When I first wrote it, this was my worst chapter, and while it still has its problems, I hope it reads a bit better than before.
    "Saddled with two ten-year-old brats and sent out on her long overdue Pokemon journey, Leah can't help but wonder... Is it worth it?"

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    I really like this story so far. It's taking every ounce of my willpower not to goto FF and read all of it. The thing I really like is that your main character isn't some stereotypical cheery young kid, nor an equally stereotypical reluctant hero. Leah is probably one of the most unique characters I've ever read about. She still acts as a mentor to the young kids in her own special way, without seeming like she's wise beyond her years. I also love how you include humor without disrupting the flow of the story.

    Could you add me to the PM list?

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    Thanks, Sound; I'll add you to the PM list. I'd actually advise against reading the version on FFnet as I've have rewritten and edited some parts of the story here. I'll update more often and I'll get this verison caught up to the FFnet one eventually.
    "Saddled with two ten-year-old brats and sent out on her long overdue Pokemon journey, Leah can't help but wonder... Is it worth it?"

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