[Pokémon] Wonders: The Tale of Drew and Amy

[Peaceloveglalie]

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.

 

[Peaceloveglalie]

[Author's Note: I could use some R&R if possible. I want to know if I should continue or stop while I still have my dignity.

Okay, so that was a joke, but seriously. I want to know what you think. This isn't the first time I've played around with older May/Brendan/Drew. It's fun every time.

Thanks for taking the time to check out my work. I can assure you, I worked pretty hard on it.

Thanks!]



2. Mixtures of Pain and Innocence

Children are like nothing else in the world, that's for certain. Take Amy for example. She would never judge people for looks or for failure. Children believe all were created equal. Children are the carriers of pure innocence. Something that you never find in this world anymore.

Innocence was something I used to have as a child myself. It's funny how easily something pure and good can have it's will easily bent into something evil. I was always second best to my siblings, to Harley and Solidad, to...May.

That name. I can't think about it. It brings nothing that can be good for me.

That is all that I can muse about in one day because Brendan comes up behind me and grabs me by the shoulder, shaking me out of anything else I may have been pondering.

"Hey, Drew. Will you come back inside? I have something I've been meaning to ask you..."

I get up from the porch step I've been sitting on and following him in through the front door to the living room, where both Amy and the brunette are waiting for us.

"Have a seat, Drew," Brendan says, pointing to the chair next to the sofa that Amy is sitting on.

"Hi, Drew!" Amy exclaims, like my presence is the happiest thing in the world. I beg to differ, but that's beside the point.

Brendan clears his throat and we all look at him. Satisfied with the attention, he begins:

"We've been meaning to ask you this earlier, actually. It's very convenient and lucky that you got here when you did. Amy turned ten last week. That means she's ready to start her Pokemon journey. That's what her mother and I did. That's what you did.

"We called Professor Elm of New Bark Town. He said that he transferred a couple of starters to Mr. Pokemon's house. In that case, Amy must make it through Route 30 by herself with only a young Cherrubi. Being a trainer myself, I know that there are always trainers on every route and I want Amy to be safe.

"I was assuming you were on your way out of Cherrygrove up Route 30 anyway. So I was going to ask you this: Could you escort Amy to Mr. Pokemon's house? Could you make sure she receives her starter Pokemon safely?"

I nod without thinking first.

Brendan grins and even the brunette has a hint of a smile. Amy's face lights up like a Christmas tree.

"Yay! Thank you Drew! This is going to be awesome! You can teach me how to be good at Pokemon and win battles and contests and..."

"Amethyst," Brendan scolds. "Let's not get carried away."

"Don't call me that!" Amy whines.

Her real name is Amethyst. I can't help being awed by people with strange names. My name is Drew, one of the most common names around. It was my grandfather's name for Arceus' sake! Amy's name is just completely original. I wonder what made them name her so.

Amy and the brunette get up off the sofa and start to walk away. I start to stand up when Brendan looks me right in the eye.

"Thank you so much. I hope she won't give you too much trouble."

~~~

I decide that it's high time that this brunette talked to me. I've only been in her home for hours. I figure that she's Brendan's wife.

I walk down the hallway to her and Brendan's room. She's sitting on the end of the bed, holding something. I can't tell what it is. Her shoulders are shaking.

"Hello?" I stand in the doorway and knock on the door sideways.

She whips her head around, causing her hair to go flying over her face, although I can see her blue eyes clear as day. They're full of fresh tears. I bit my lip and walk in.

"Are you okay?"

She averts her eyes and gets up of the bed, throwing something red into the corner. She pushes me out of the way and rushes out the door. I can't help but follow her.

"Wait! I just wanted to talk to you!" I yell after her. "What's wrong?"

It's a good thing Brendan is at the PokeCenter teaching Amy healing Pokemon. This may not look good to him. What, the two of us running out of their bedroom with his wife crying? I think not.

She makes a beeline for the basement but I'm faster by a mile. I get to the door first and block her, but she quickly changes directions.

"Hey!"

She starts sprinting back down the hall into her bedroom and slams the door. It doesn't lock, so I jiggle the handle and walk right in.

She's sitting on the edge of the bed again, still shaking.

"What's wrong?"

She doesn't reply and her head sinks into her hands.

"Why do you hate me so much? I don't even know you," I snarl at her, my impatience and temper getting the better of me.

With that, her head snaps back up and she turns around to face me, putting a hand on each of my shoulders. Her blue eyes are surrounded by a rim of burning red and her face is contorted in rage.

"Ask yourself, Drew," she whispers. "How well do you remember this face?"

I do as she tells me. I look deep into her face and then, with a drop of my stomach, I know.

"...May?"

 

[007dante]

Soooooo wen is 3 out :D the Mudkips are happy

 

[Astinus]

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