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Well, the moment that a few people have been waiting for has finally arrived. The controversial fic I set out to write has finally been put into production, and the prologue is here.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon or any related objects, such as Pokéballs, Pokédex, etc. but I do own Leo, Nero and all other characters associated with "Human"
WARNING: This Fic contains sexual references from the start and may contain sexual scenes or scenes of a sexual theme. Bad language may be applied. For this reason, I'm warning all homophobes to steer clear as homosexuality is one of the key issues acknowledged in this Fic. So basically, if you don't like the idea of gay people, this story isn't for you. Otherwise, keep reading.
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Prologue: All Things Lost
Yes, that’s right, child, said a mysterious voice. The boy didn’t know where it was coming from. He looked around, seeing nothing, only shadow in the pitch black he was stuck inside. It’s alright child, do not be afraid, came the voice again. He looked around him once more, again not seeing another person near to him. He began to get worried.
“Who are you?” he asked a tone of worry in his voice. How could he be hearing a voice, when the only thing in the room with him was a small green box? He walked over to the box. But, wait a minute. He couldn’t move. His feet felt as if they were stuck to the floor. Then part of the black wall disappeared, glowing white. Through the white, a figure was appearing, taking shape. When it had finished forming, it resembled someone he knew. Around 5ft 6, it was taller than him. Male, he had strong features, again, reminding the boy of someone he knew. The light turned back into blackness, but somehow, much more of the other boy could be seen. He was just a bit tanned, looking as though he was beginning to fade from once being in a sunny place. He had bright blue eyes, seemingly glowing from within his sockets, contrasting with his pale blond hair. The boy definitely knew this other boy from somewhere. It was Nero, a boy his age from a few houses down. “Why am I having dreams about Nero?” the boy asked himself. Nero walked closer to him, but in slow motion, lulling the boy.
“Leo,” Nero said dreamily, “Leo, look deep.” Then he began to move towards the green box. He didn’t look at Leo once while he was walking towards it, picking the box up. Why can’t I move, Leo kept thinking. Nero opened the box, sending a small white wisp of smoke swirling around the room, until it came in front of Leo. When it came to him, he felt light, as if he was flying, and then he woke up to a bright sun.
“Leo, wake up!” shouted a nagging kind of voice, “You’re going to be late.” Leo sat up, blinking several times in an attempt to make his eyes adjust faster. Looking up with a squint, he saw his mother, Lani. “Come on!” she shouted, hitting his side until he stood up, hiding his embarrassment as he did every morning.
“Do I never get any privacy?” asked Leo, annoyed. His mother never seemed to realize that a man needed some time in the morning to relax, rather than showing off to every random person walking by the window. Seeing as his bedroom was on the third floor, there was no way anyone would see inside, but the principle remained the same.
“What was that, Leo?” Lani asked, not impressed at his attitude. Leo quickly changed his tone into a happier one.
“I meant, umm,” but there was no getting out of this one. He had been rude, usually much more rudeness was punished, but his mother was in a bad mood this morning. He couldn’t understand why, but she was. “What I mean is, good morning mom,” he tried, putting on his best smile. She didn’t look as if she was having any of it at first, but then she seemed to shrug it off and walk around the room to do chores. Leo felt as if he was relaxed enough now to stand up, so he went over to the window and looked out of it. “It’s a great day in Pleasure Island today isn’t it,” he said, sarcastically. It was raining outside, hard enough to break through the ground it seemed. He saw some small brown Pokémon burrowing their way out of the weather. Diglet, they were called, if he remembered correctly. In his home town, Grim Village, it was always raining; at least, it was always raining when there wasn’t a thunderstorm. The last thunderstorm had wiped out half the little village, almost turning it into a hamlet. Either way, this wasn’t the best time to celebrate your sixteenth birthday. How he wished he could get to a nicer place, with sun and blue skies and beaches, where he didn’t have to get up to get his first Pokémon. “Oh my god, I forgot!” he shouted, making his mother jump, “I’m getting my first Pokémon today!” His mother smiled at him from behind the wardrobe door.
“My stupid little numbskull,” she said under her breath. She would miss her little boy, him being the only other person in the house with her, but he needed to experience the outside of this village. It would be great for him, she knew it.
“I’ve got to get ready,” he said, frantically looking around for the clothes he had wanted to wear for this day. “Mom, where are those clothes I put on the shelf to wear?”
“They’re in the kitchen, hanging off the door frame on hangers,” she said, trying to remember this moment as much as she could, “I ironed them this morning.”
“Awww, thanks mom,” he said, enjoying the last few moments he was going to spend with his mom for a while. He ran downstairs to get dressed and ready, not hearing the quiet sobbing coming from the wardrobe, where his mother was crying her eyes out about her only child leaving her.
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After getting all his clothes on and all his belongings ready to take with him, he ran upstairs, only to hear his mother crying through a gap in his bedroom door. He slowly and quietly tried to sneakily open the door, but she had already heard him come up and stopped crying altogether. She would never cry in front of her son, too strong and proud a woman to do that. She slowly began to work again, tidying up her son’s room, even though he wouldn’t be using it for a while. Leo walked into his room and straight over to his mother, where he hugged her hard for the last time before he left on his journey. And so it was, he left, to discover new places and friends, and find his true purpose in life, as well as a few surprises too, in the world of Pokémon…
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Well, how was that. I know that it was short, but that'll be completely dropped in teh coming chapters. Also, I will gladly make changes to the end part, as i know that isn't anywhere near as good as it could be. But how do you think I have handled things so far. Be cruel *cringes in a corner*
HG
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon or any related objects, such as Pokéballs, Pokédex, etc. but I do own Leo, Nero and all other characters associated with "Human"
WARNING: This Fic contains sexual references from the start and may contain sexual scenes or scenes of a sexual theme. Bad language may be applied. For this reason, I'm warning all homophobes to steer clear as homosexuality is one of the key issues acknowledged in this Fic. So basically, if you don't like the idea of gay people, this story isn't for you. Otherwise, keep reading.
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Prologue: All Things Lost
Yes, that’s right, child, said a mysterious voice. The boy didn’t know where it was coming from. He looked around, seeing nothing, only shadow in the pitch black he was stuck inside. It’s alright child, do not be afraid, came the voice again. He looked around him once more, again not seeing another person near to him. He began to get worried.
“Who are you?” he asked a tone of worry in his voice. How could he be hearing a voice, when the only thing in the room with him was a small green box? He walked over to the box. But, wait a minute. He couldn’t move. His feet felt as if they were stuck to the floor. Then part of the black wall disappeared, glowing white. Through the white, a figure was appearing, taking shape. When it had finished forming, it resembled someone he knew. Around 5ft 6, it was taller than him. Male, he had strong features, again, reminding the boy of someone he knew. The light turned back into blackness, but somehow, much more of the other boy could be seen. He was just a bit tanned, looking as though he was beginning to fade from once being in a sunny place. He had bright blue eyes, seemingly glowing from within his sockets, contrasting with his pale blond hair. The boy definitely knew this other boy from somewhere. It was Nero, a boy his age from a few houses down. “Why am I having dreams about Nero?” the boy asked himself. Nero walked closer to him, but in slow motion, lulling the boy.
“Leo,” Nero said dreamily, “Leo, look deep.” Then he began to move towards the green box. He didn’t look at Leo once while he was walking towards it, picking the box up. Why can’t I move, Leo kept thinking. Nero opened the box, sending a small white wisp of smoke swirling around the room, until it came in front of Leo. When it came to him, he felt light, as if he was flying, and then he woke up to a bright sun.
“Leo, wake up!” shouted a nagging kind of voice, “You’re going to be late.” Leo sat up, blinking several times in an attempt to make his eyes adjust faster. Looking up with a squint, he saw his mother, Lani. “Come on!” she shouted, hitting his side until he stood up, hiding his embarrassment as he did every morning.
“Do I never get any privacy?” asked Leo, annoyed. His mother never seemed to realize that a man needed some time in the morning to relax, rather than showing off to every random person walking by the window. Seeing as his bedroom was on the third floor, there was no way anyone would see inside, but the principle remained the same.
“What was that, Leo?” Lani asked, not impressed at his attitude. Leo quickly changed his tone into a happier one.
“I meant, umm,” but there was no getting out of this one. He had been rude, usually much more rudeness was punished, but his mother was in a bad mood this morning. He couldn’t understand why, but she was. “What I mean is, good morning mom,” he tried, putting on his best smile. She didn’t look as if she was having any of it at first, but then she seemed to shrug it off and walk around the room to do chores. Leo felt as if he was relaxed enough now to stand up, so he went over to the window and looked out of it. “It’s a great day in Pleasure Island today isn’t it,” he said, sarcastically. It was raining outside, hard enough to break through the ground it seemed. He saw some small brown Pokémon burrowing their way out of the weather. Diglet, they were called, if he remembered correctly. In his home town, Grim Village, it was always raining; at least, it was always raining when there wasn’t a thunderstorm. The last thunderstorm had wiped out half the little village, almost turning it into a hamlet. Either way, this wasn’t the best time to celebrate your sixteenth birthday. How he wished he could get to a nicer place, with sun and blue skies and beaches, where he didn’t have to get up to get his first Pokémon. “Oh my god, I forgot!” he shouted, making his mother jump, “I’m getting my first Pokémon today!” His mother smiled at him from behind the wardrobe door.
“My stupid little numbskull,” she said under her breath. She would miss her little boy, him being the only other person in the house with her, but he needed to experience the outside of this village. It would be great for him, she knew it.
“I’ve got to get ready,” he said, frantically looking around for the clothes he had wanted to wear for this day. “Mom, where are those clothes I put on the shelf to wear?”
“They’re in the kitchen, hanging off the door frame on hangers,” she said, trying to remember this moment as much as she could, “I ironed them this morning.”
“Awww, thanks mom,” he said, enjoying the last few moments he was going to spend with his mom for a while. He ran downstairs to get dressed and ready, not hearing the quiet sobbing coming from the wardrobe, where his mother was crying her eyes out about her only child leaving her.
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After getting all his clothes on and all his belongings ready to take with him, he ran upstairs, only to hear his mother crying through a gap in his bedroom door. He slowly and quietly tried to sneakily open the door, but she had already heard him come up and stopped crying altogether. She would never cry in front of her son, too strong and proud a woman to do that. She slowly began to work again, tidying up her son’s room, even though he wouldn’t be using it for a while. Leo walked into his room and straight over to his mother, where he hugged her hard for the last time before he left on his journey. And so it was, he left, to discover new places and friends, and find his true purpose in life, as well as a few surprises too, in the world of Pokémon…
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Well, how was that. I know that it was short, but that'll be completely dropped in teh coming chapters. Also, I will gladly make changes to the end part, as i know that isn't anywhere near as good as it could be. But how do you think I have handled things so far. Be cruel *cringes in a corner*
HG
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