Author's Note: This is a fanfic about Drew (May's rival) and his quest to find out who he is. At the same time, he meets Amy, a young girl who is just starting her Pokemon journey. Maybe she can illuminate his dark path, so long as he is a responsible guardian. And at the same time, the two will learn that they have more in common that than they may have thought.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or anything Pokemon related. I just like to write.
1. The Brick House in Cherrygrove
There is a young man sitting on a rock outside of Cherrygrove City. He is tall, lanky, and arrogant. The wind blows his soft green hair into his eyes and he brushes it back with his calloused fingers.
His Roserade, his first Pokemon and trusted partner, dances behind him, but he takes no notice. Her movement may be beautiful, but the young man doesn't have time for beauty. He doesn't really have time for anything, really. What, with all the things he has on his mind nowadays? He has trophies to win, places to explore, dreams to catch...and yet he sits on the rock, sighing and deep in thought.
I am this man. Drew Rose is my name. I am a coordinator from LaRousse City. Well...I was. I stopped training six months ago. I'm retired. I've lost my way in the midst of raining petals and sparkles on a stage. That world is past. The glamour and glory is gone.
"R-Rose?"
Roserade is shivering. I feel pity for her, an emotion I usually direct towards myself. I reach in my bag for her Pokeball and, in a quick flash of red light, she is in her own haven until I must drag her out again.
I wonder what it must be like nestled inside a little Pokeball. A place of my own. I don't have a place I live. I travel incessantly, sleeping under the stars or in the nearest PokeCenter. Silent, peaceful, but alone; my night's are fairly simple.
I hop off my rock and make my way back into town.
Cherrygrove is a mass of different colors and neon signs. First, the bright red of the PokeCenter pops out at you like a Beedrill in a quiet tree. Then the PokeMart scars your corneas when the moonlight reflects off of the florescent blue.
I hate it here. It makes my head hurt.
I walk about halfway downtown before I make a right on to Thorn Street. A friend of mine lives here. A friend I've been meaning to pay a visit to for a long time.
I walk up to his house, small and made of brick with ivy growing on the sides and a white roof, and ring the doorbell, which causes a Mightyena to bark rambunctiously.
A dark hair man wearing a white cap answers the door. "Drew? Wow. It's been a long time."
"Hey Brendan. I know. I was in town and I decided I should see how you're keeping up."
"Well, I'm still alive, that's for sure," he says, smiling and rubbing the back of his pale neck. "Come on in."
"Nice place," I compliment, jealously. He has one floor and a basement. His dining room even has a crystal chandelier. A chandelier that is now tossed into the air by the Mightyena who flings himself at me. But fear not, since the chandelier is caught with a lazy flick of the hand of a Kirlia. The power of psychic pokemon is simply astounding sometimes. The Kirlia didn't even look up.
"Thanks, Drew," Brendan replies, but then frowns. "Down Mightyena! You're wrinkling Drew's shirt!"
The Mightyena obediently takes his paws off of me and dives down the stairs.
Brendan sighs and then returns to his gracious posture. With a cheesy smile, he guides us into the living room.
"Hey guys! You'll never guess who's here!"
With a creak of floorboards I see two girls emerge from the hallway adjacent to the kitchen. One is brunette and seems to be my age. The other is small, dark haired, a child.
"Uh, hi." I raise my hand in greeting.
The adult nods politely, but it's clear that she doesn't care. The child grins a very toothy grin and runs to hug me tight around the middle.
"Mommy's told me all about you!" she declares as she lets go of me. I raise my eyebrows at Brendan and he shrugs.
"We were just about to make lunch, if you want to join us." Brendan changes the subject smoothly. "Is leftover pizza and salad okay with everyone?"
We all agree. Even the brunette, who remains mute.
~~~
"So Drew," Brendan starts. "What's brought you to Johto?"
I think about it hard as I nibble on a slice of cheese pizza. What has brought me to Johto? I cannot think of a reason immediately.
"Uh..."
"Personally, I like the peace and quiet," Brendan interrupts.
"Yeah, that's it. ...Peace and quiet. Yep." I return to my food and the table becomes awkward again.
"Amy, why don't you tell Drew about your new Pokemon?"
The little girl's face lights up as he mentions her Pokemon. I am reminded of myself at that age. Pokemon were a wonder of the world, the ultimate dream. And now, they're my best friends. The wonder never ends, not for me, not for the little girl named Amy, not for anyone.
She brushes the hair out of her eyes and begins. "So I was walking home from the PokeMart since I had to buy some more mail to send to Grandaddy and this cute Pokemon started following me. He was so little and cuddly! He followed me all the way home and I gave him food and let him stay the night in the house. In the morning, he didn't leave so Dad caught him for me!"
"That's so cool!" I find myself exclaiming. At the same time, I feel envy. This girl who has her own family and a place to live could find companionship so easily and yet I could not. The rich only seem to get richer in this world. Yet, this was a child. I should be grateful for the partners I already have. I think of my Roserade, my faithful sidekick, my best friend.
"What kind of Pokemon is it, Amy?" Brendan asks her. It's a leading question.
"Cherrubi!" she practically yelps. "A pretty grass Pokemon!"
"A Cherrubi? They hail from Sinnoh, right?" I wonder aloud.
"Yeah," Brendan confirms. "It's odd to find one here. It must be special."
"Special," Amy repeats to no one in particular.
Still, the brunette has said nothing.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or anything Pokemon related. I just like to write.
1. The Brick House in Cherrygrove
There is a young man sitting on a rock outside of Cherrygrove City. He is tall, lanky, and arrogant. The wind blows his soft green hair into his eyes and he brushes it back with his calloused fingers.
His Roserade, his first Pokemon and trusted partner, dances behind him, but he takes no notice. Her movement may be beautiful, but the young man doesn't have time for beauty. He doesn't really have time for anything, really. What, with all the things he has on his mind nowadays? He has trophies to win, places to explore, dreams to catch...and yet he sits on the rock, sighing and deep in thought.
I am this man. Drew Rose is my name. I am a coordinator from LaRousse City. Well...I was. I stopped training six months ago. I'm retired. I've lost my way in the midst of raining petals and sparkles on a stage. That world is past. The glamour and glory is gone.
"R-Rose?"
Roserade is shivering. I feel pity for her, an emotion I usually direct towards myself. I reach in my bag for her Pokeball and, in a quick flash of red light, she is in her own haven until I must drag her out again.
I wonder what it must be like nestled inside a little Pokeball. A place of my own. I don't have a place I live. I travel incessantly, sleeping under the stars or in the nearest PokeCenter. Silent, peaceful, but alone; my night's are fairly simple.
I hop off my rock and make my way back into town.
Cherrygrove is a mass of different colors and neon signs. First, the bright red of the PokeCenter pops out at you like a Beedrill in a quiet tree. Then the PokeMart scars your corneas when the moonlight reflects off of the florescent blue.
I hate it here. It makes my head hurt.
I walk about halfway downtown before I make a right on to Thorn Street. A friend of mine lives here. A friend I've been meaning to pay a visit to for a long time.
I walk up to his house, small and made of brick with ivy growing on the sides and a white roof, and ring the doorbell, which causes a Mightyena to bark rambunctiously.
A dark hair man wearing a white cap answers the door. "Drew? Wow. It's been a long time."
"Hey Brendan. I know. I was in town and I decided I should see how you're keeping up."
"Well, I'm still alive, that's for sure," he says, smiling and rubbing the back of his pale neck. "Come on in."
"Nice place," I compliment, jealously. He has one floor and a basement. His dining room even has a crystal chandelier. A chandelier that is now tossed into the air by the Mightyena who flings himself at me. But fear not, since the chandelier is caught with a lazy flick of the hand of a Kirlia. The power of psychic pokemon is simply astounding sometimes. The Kirlia didn't even look up.
"Thanks, Drew," Brendan replies, but then frowns. "Down Mightyena! You're wrinkling Drew's shirt!"
The Mightyena obediently takes his paws off of me and dives down the stairs.
Brendan sighs and then returns to his gracious posture. With a cheesy smile, he guides us into the living room.
"Hey guys! You'll never guess who's here!"
With a creak of floorboards I see two girls emerge from the hallway adjacent to the kitchen. One is brunette and seems to be my age. The other is small, dark haired, a child.
"Uh, hi." I raise my hand in greeting.
The adult nods politely, but it's clear that she doesn't care. The child grins a very toothy grin and runs to hug me tight around the middle.
"Mommy's told me all about you!" she declares as she lets go of me. I raise my eyebrows at Brendan and he shrugs.
"We were just about to make lunch, if you want to join us." Brendan changes the subject smoothly. "Is leftover pizza and salad okay with everyone?"
We all agree. Even the brunette, who remains mute.
~~~
"So Drew," Brendan starts. "What's brought you to Johto?"
I think about it hard as I nibble on a slice of cheese pizza. What has brought me to Johto? I cannot think of a reason immediately.
"Uh..."
"Personally, I like the peace and quiet," Brendan interrupts.
"Yeah, that's it. ...Peace and quiet. Yep." I return to my food and the table becomes awkward again.
"Amy, why don't you tell Drew about your new Pokemon?"
The little girl's face lights up as he mentions her Pokemon. I am reminded of myself at that age. Pokemon were a wonder of the world, the ultimate dream. And now, they're my best friends. The wonder never ends, not for me, not for the little girl named Amy, not for anyone.
She brushes the hair out of her eyes and begins. "So I was walking home from the PokeMart since I had to buy some more mail to send to Grandaddy and this cute Pokemon started following me. He was so little and cuddly! He followed me all the way home and I gave him food and let him stay the night in the house. In the morning, he didn't leave so Dad caught him for me!"
"That's so cool!" I find myself exclaiming. At the same time, I feel envy. This girl who has her own family and a place to live could find companionship so easily and yet I could not. The rich only seem to get richer in this world. Yet, this was a child. I should be grateful for the partners I already have. I think of my Roserade, my faithful sidekick, my best friend.
"What kind of Pokemon is it, Amy?" Brendan asks her. It's a leading question.
"Cherrubi!" she practically yelps. "A pretty grass Pokemon!"
"A Cherrubi? They hail from Sinnoh, right?" I wonder aloud.
"Yeah," Brendan confirms. "It's odd to find one here. It must be special."
"Special," Amy repeats to no one in particular.
Still, the brunette has said nothing.
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