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Dreams	By : NyttyN Category: Pokemon > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2747 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, nor any characters or other intellectual property from it. I do notmake any money from the writing of this story. This is a work of fiction.

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AN(Author Notes): Well shit. I'm sitting down to actually WRITE something. Something long. How bout dat shit? Anyways, this is Dreams, my first real work of coherent fiction. It's set in close-to-modern earth, with the pokemon games having various degrees of canon. The games are, amusingly enough, actually games, so don't be surprised when there's a overt reference to, say, how "Ruby was superior to Sapphire!" or what not.

As for the content of the story itself... Well, you better like your coffee black. Without spoiling, there is some effed up shit coming along, so double-check the tags before continuing to read.

Please feed me reviews. They sustain me, make me happy, and otherwise inspire me to improve. Plus it's nice to know someone's reading this, yeah?

On a last note, this first chapter is kind of horrible. I'll go back and rewrite it some day, but for now just skim it. It's short and sets up the primary relationship.

Arc 1: Childhood

Chapter 1: Meeting

It was a lazy day in Dawn Town. The birds were singing, the sun was shining, and everyone was upbeat. Well, almost everyone. “Do I haveee to?” A boy, dressed in rich clothes and smelling of roses, whined, following his similarly-dressed father through the concrete streets. The father laughed, patting his son on the head “Yes, James. Even if you aren’t going to be a trainer like your old man, it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t get a pokemon.” The two came to a shining white building, one of the many various labs that dotted the land. His father urged James in, and as much as the boy had whined and complained, he begrudgingly went in without further resistance.

As they entered, the professors, their white coats boasting a high budget, looked up from their studies and bowed to the father “Mr Bates, sir!” The man laughed, waving his hand “Just Richard is fine. So, how goes the research?” One of the men steps forward, his lab coat stained with various remnants of spills, the consequence of hasty progress “Uh, Richard, th-thanks to your g..g..generous funding, we uh h..have a hundred percent increase in pr-“

Richard slaps the man on the back, laughing “Hahaha. It’s fine, Vicktor! I’m not here for stupid silly research anyways…” He put both hands on James and pushed the pouting boy infront of him “My son here is ready for his first pokemon.” Vickor gave James a pat on the head, nodding “Alright then, what’re you looking for ki-“ James smacked Vicktor’s hand away, staring “I’m not a kid. And I don’t want one.” Richard grasped his son’s shoulder, softly yet firmly saying “James….”

*Booom*

A light explosion occurred, knocking debris everywhere. A small, humanoid pokemon, looking as if it were wearing a white dress, and wearing a green helmet with red spikes, waddled by, pursued by two scientists. Vicktor held his hands up, nervously laughing “Ehehe…S…sorry, that Ralts is a bit of a deviant. We were just experimenting with genes, and, well, she's the re-” “That one, then. She at least has a pair.” James says, pointing to the Ralts. The two scientists pause, confused. As does the Ralts, who makes her way over to James, head aimed upwards at the boy. She could sense that he didn't want to hold her down and stop her fun, and that comforted her “Are you q…quite sure? She’s a trouble maker, and…”

Richard laughs, clasping the cringing Vicktor on the shoulder. “It’s fine, fine. Far better then spending hours with James’ usual pouting. So, son, what shall you name her…hmm?” Richard is interrupted by the Ralts snatching up a pen and a clipboard from a professor via telekenesis, much to said professor’s complaint. Taking then pen in one hand, it jolts down something, showing it to the three. SONA was penned down over mundane research notes, in haphazard, sketchy handwriting. James nodded, stroking his chin in faux-sagelyness “Seems she already decided. Well, then.” He holds out his hand to the Ralts, who curiously offers a hand back, surprised when James shakes it “Nice to meet you, Sona.” Richard just raises a eyebrow, amused "Looks like whatever you're doing was successful."

Vicktor nervously adjusts his glasses, clearing his throat “A..alright, I’ll just find you a pokeball and…” The Ralts flings the clipboard at Vicktor, who rubs his head “Ow!” Richard strokes his chin, hmming “Well now. Feisty, smart…and a mind of her own! She and James will be a perfect fit. Don't worry about the pokeball, I'll handle that.” He turns to leave, holding his hand up as he walked out “Alright Vicktor, you get those two set up. I’m going to go get some trainer appeal for James.” And with that, all of the professors, Vicktor included, breathe a sigh of relief, resuming their duties as James and Sona sat down, staring at each other, each not sure which to make of the other.

….......

A hour later, Richard returned. Walking through the doors, he said “So, how are t-“ His voice trails off as he observes that the lab is a utter wreck. James and Sona are running around, both laughing in their own tounges, as the professors attempt to corner them. One of them lunges, only to be surprised as James slides under him, grabbing Sona as she uses psychic, throwing the two in a long slide, coming to a stop at Richard's feet. "...Uh, hi dad..." James gulps, getting back up, nervous "I know this looks bad but..." Sona gets up infront of James at a surprising speed, stretching her arms out as if to guard him, making a low hostile sound towards Richard. All she knew is that...her new....master was fun. And he was fun with her. None of the labcoats had time for her, but he did. And she wasn't about to let him get hurt. James' father just stares at the two, his eyes nearly glowing red out of percieved fury..

Before laughing, kneeling down and patting Sona on the head "Well now, you're a pretty defensive one, arent'cha? I see the two of you had fun..." He says, standing back up and looking around the lab. Vicktor stumbles over, coughing and wiping himself off with dust "Yes sir, they had 'fun.' If by fun you mean made a utter mess of the lab..." Richard just laughs, shaking his head and placing a red, white, and black cap on James' head, one adorned with a logo of a red and white orb with a button in the middle - a pokeball. "Well then, I'll take them off your hands. Keep up the good work!" James and Sona exhale a sigh of relief as they follow Richard out, elated that they were getting off the hook...

"Oh, and James? You and that Ralts are coming back here tomorrow to help them out as punishment."

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The next day, James and his Ralts were back in the lab, grumbling as they swept, cleaned, and generally performed menial labor to take care of the utter mess they made the previous day. Their movements were becoming gradually in sync, however, and soon they were cleaning at a highly efficent pace, each of them having a vague idea of the intentions of the other. Some of the scientists even took a break to watch, amused. It was quite the sight to see them, effortlessly exchanging sponges, mops, reaching for and supplying the other with tools neither even gestured towards or asked for.

The only one not amused was Vicktor, for it was interest that bit into him. The two, bonding within less then a week, was hardly far from common. The Gardevoir line, afterall, weren't claimed to be selfless and caring for their trainers for no reason. But what was interesting was how strong it already was. Checking a few readings from his psychic detector, he saw only minor pings, so it couldn't be true communication, not yet, but... Even if they weren't aware of it, they were transmitting their immediate desires to one another. Certainly, this begged further research.

James and Sona could care less, however. "stupid scientists...not our fault they have such easily messed up labs..." The Ralts just chirped in soft agreement, handing him the broom so he could get that little annoying to reach spot under the table. All they wanted was for this stupid, ridiculous cleaning work to be over so they could go back to playing...

Not bad for a kid who less then twenty four hours ago insisted that he didn't want a Pokemon

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To be continued.
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