So this is my fanfic, Dark Waters, an NCTH/Journeymen verse fic. It explains the story of Nate, the Dark Elite Four member. For more info on this verse, check out the fic League Of Heroes by Feralninja. [I...don't know how to link.]
Chapter 1:Nate has entered the brawl!
The young boy looked up at the teenage male, who was dressed oddly in a yellow and black jumpsuit. There was a loop of some sort attached to the waist of the jumpsuit, with 4 Pokeballs clipped to it. Nate was awed by the Trainer, and with good reason. His mother despised Pokemon training and battling, calling it 'barbaric.' She did however, enjoy Contests, and had once been an accomplished Coordinator. It was a surprise to Nate that his mother had ever fallen in love with his father, the Petalburg Gym Leader. The two had split up after Nate's mother had been unable to tolerate Norman's life as a Gym Leader. Nate and his mother now lived in Fallarbor Town. Thanks to his mother's aversion to training, he had never met another Trainer besides his father. Well, at least not one that he'd ever been able to have a conversation with. The taller male, who had spiky platinum blond hair was looking at Nate rather irritably. "D' you want something, kid?"
Nate nodded. "Um...HI! I'm Nate!"
"...I am Keyo."
"That's a weird name," Nate commented. "You're a Trainer, right?" Another nod came from Keyo. Nate's eyes lit up. "What kind of Pokemon do you train?"
"All kinds; mostly the Eeveelutions."
"Can I see?"
Keyo sighed and stepped back, taking a Pokeball off the loop. He pressed the button and it expanded. He tossed the Pokeball up into the air. "Come on out, Mercury." The Pokeball opened with a flash of white light, which faded to reveal a Vaporeon, which regarded Nate calmly. "Vaporeon..." came it's high pitched cry.
Nate's eyes lit up again. "That is so cool!"
Keyo shrugged. "Whatever. Let's go, Mercury." The trainer and his Vaporeon walked off, leaving Nate standing there. That settled it. He was going to be a Trainer, and nothing was going to stop him.
4 Years Later
Nate smiled to himself as that memory came back to him, then sighed irritably. He had just turned 14 a few days ago, and as a present, his Mom had told him they were moving to Littleroot Town, to be closer to where his father lived. He was excited, but to get to Littleroot Town, Nate was stuck in the back of the moving van with all the boxes. He winced as they hit a speed bump, then again as a small box fell and bonked him on the head. Eventually, however, the ride was over and the door to the back of the van opened up. Nate hopped out of the back of the van as the Vigoroth that the movers owned moved in to start taking out the boxes. Nate stretched and adjusted his hat. His Mom came out of the house-Nate would never figure out how his Mom had gotten there first- and smiled at her son. He was of average height, at about 5'7,'' and was rather skinny, although you couldn't tell due to the fact that he always wore a pair of baggy jeans and an equally baggy black pull-over hooded sweatshirt, the sleeves of which covered about half of his hands. He wore a black skull cap with a red pokeball symbol on it, and underneath, you could see his long purple hair stick out a couple of inches. He blinked his crimson eyes and looked around.
"So....this is Littleroot Town, huh?" He didn't seem all that impressed with the small town and wordlessly followed his mother into their new house, which was rather small, but cozy. He nodded absentmindedly as his mother spoke to him and went to check out his new room. It was nothing special, kinda bare bones. There was a red carpet in the middle, with a plain bed off to the side, along with a small TV, and a desk with PC atop it. He turned his attention to the new clock that hung on his wall, and set it to the correct time. He went back downstairs, and his attention was caught by the TV. The news was showing an interview with his father, but before he could hear what they were saying, his mother turned the tv off. She smiled at him, not noticing how irritated he was by her actions.
"Our next-door neighbors have a daughter about your age. You should go meet her," she said to him. Nate rolled his eyes, but he needed an excuse to leave the house anyways. He was going to the Birch Pokemon Lab and get a starter pokemon, whether his mother liked it or not. He nodded wordlessly and left to go next door. Of course, in a rural town such as this, "next door" meant a 10 minute walk down a dirt road. He knocked on the door of the first house he came to, a woman that looked to be in her mid-thirties answered the door. She smiled widely.
"Oh, you must be the son of our new neighbor!" she exclaimed. "Our daughter is upstairs in her room! Go on up and talk to her!"
Nate blinked at her friendliness and willingness to allow him into her home, but quickly walked in and moved upstairs. He peeked into the open door of the first room he came across. It looked exactly the same as his, except with a few Pokedolls scattered around here and there. He walked in and looked around, only to hear a voice behind him.
"Who are you?" Nate wheeled around to find a girl that indeed looked to be his age, with longish brown hair, a red bandanna tied to her head, with a matching red vest and black bike shorts and some kinda weird white skirt thing, which seemed to be held up only by the fanny pack she wore. He blinked and smiled at her in what he hoped by a friendly manner.
"Sorry, your mom said you'd be upstairs...I'm Nate, your new neighbor."
The girl's initial mistrust seemed to vanish.
"Oh, you're the new kid! Norman's kid, right?" Before Nate could answer, she rambled on. "I'm so glad there's a new kid in town!" She walked up to him and grabbed his hand, shaking it. "I'm May! I'm sure we'll be great friends!...Oh! I'm supposed to be helping my dad! Bye now!" And with that, she rushed off. Nate stood there blinking.
"...What just...happened?" he asked himself. He shook his head. He made his way back downstairs and turned to May's mother. "Would you happen to know where the Birch Pokemon Lab is?" he asked her.
"Of course! Professor Birch is my husband!" She handed him a map of Littleroot Town. "Just use this, instead, it's much easier than listening to me!"
He thanked her and left. He checked the map and eagerly made his way towards the Lab.
Unfortunately, he wasn't there, and according to his assistant, was off doing research. He sighed, standing outside the Lab and began to walk off in a random direction. After wandering for about an hour, he approached the northern boundary of the town, which led to Route 101. He walked up to the boundary between Route and Town, staring into the distance. He suddenly heard sounds, coming from the route, and ran in the direction of the sound. To the west, the ground dropped off into a small slope, which could be easily slid down. Below was a large open field, with a single lonely tree in the middle of it. In the tree, was a middle-aged man, with brown hair and a goatee. He wore a lab coat, and Nate instantly recognized him as Professor Birch. At the bottom of the tree was a barking Zigzagoon, which had apparently driven the Professor into the tree.
"Are you okay?" Nate called out.
The Professor looked up. "In my bag at the bottom of the slope, there are Pokemon! Use one of them to drive the Zigzagoon away!"
Nate nodded and slid down the slope and opened the bag. Inside were two Pokeballs, both were marked with stickers, one to signify water and the other to signify fire. Nate had already decided he wanted to be a water type master-he thought water-types were the most elegant of all Pokemon and that had influenced him. He grabbed the one marked with the water sticker. He tossed it out and it opened up, a white burst of light emerging and forming into a Pokemon, which was revealed to be a Mudkip. It blinked as it looked around. "Mud....kip?" it said questioningly. Nate stared at it, his thoughts were how cute it was. He quickly regained his senses and took a deep breath. This was his first Pokemon battle ever, and he was definitely ready.
"Alright...let's do this!"
So..yeah. There's Chapter 1. So...yeah. Reviews with Constructive criticism is greatly welcomed, and most likely needed. I hope it was good, though. New chapters will be posted...well....eventually. Yeah.