Pokemon Special: The Next Chapter
(Aidan and Lydia, whose carefree journeys take an unexpected turn!)
Summary: This story takes place sixteen years after the events in RGB/Y/GSC/RS/FRLG/E saga, centering on the children of the original seven Pokedex trainers. Lydia, the 16-year old daughter of Daisy Oak, dreams of becoming a pokemon trainer, but is diagnosed with a mysterious illness at birth. Due to fear of losing his daughter, her father locks her up and shelters her from the traveling life of a pokemon trainer; she knows nothing about Pokemon and dreams of seeing the world beyond her home in Saffron City. After meeting a mysterious youth one day, she is given the chance to follow her dreams. And, so, the adventures begins…
Rating: Teen (Mild language, bloodless violence, suggestive themes)
Table of Contents
Act I: The Adventure Begins
(-o-) Chapter 1
(-o-) Chapter 2
(-o-) Chapter 3
(-o-) Chapter 4
(-o-) Chapter 5
*IMPORTANT NOTE: Due to the wonderful constructive feedback I have received here, I have gone and re-edited several chapters of the story that needed work. Ignore this message if you are new to reading this story. But for those who have, several important plot elements have changed, the biggest one beingin order to build up proper suspense and story structure.
Thank you. Enjoy chapter one.
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Chapter One: VS Lapras
Everyone has a dream that fulfills their heart. A journey they must take. A destiny to fulfill. Through that journey, many trials come to pass. And while each journey is new, exciting, and prosperous, eventually, it will come to an end. But with that end exists something even greater: the start of a whole new adventure. In the world of Pokemon, magical creatures inhibit a land where bonds between humans and Pokemon grow. Through friendship, love, loyalty, and trust, for many life becomes a wondrous adventure, full of exciting mysteries that strengthen the ability to experience its blessings. Through this never-ending cycle of capture and battle, humans train their Pokemon to become the best they can be. In turn, a love that defies all is born between trainer and Pokemon, and that trainer becomes a pokemon master.
This dream burns brightly for many, but none more so than Lydia Oak.
It was another crazy afternoon in the heart of Saffron City. Streets were crowded with pedestrians while cars honked at the busy traffic. The city was especially hectic in preparation for the new openings of a contest hall, movie theater, and an enormous department store, courtesy of the Sliph Cooperation. Over the past sixteen years a lot had changed: many signs advertising new gadgets were everywhere; technology continued to grow with the expansion of the Pokegear into the Xtransceiver. The magnet train had expanded to provide access to all regions. With Sliph Cooperation becoming the largest company in Pokearth, international goods from other regions flowed to Kanto continuously. They were literally in charge of everything, from schools, to markets, to contest halls, buying out franchises left and right. The economy was bustling. And thanks to Axel Oak, President and CEO of Sliph Cooperation, everything was running as smoothly as possible.
Darting from an alley behind Sliph Cooperation was a young girl with a yellow knapsack slung over her shoulders. Her long, wavy brunette hair fluttered in the wind as she ran, half tied up in buns. As she dashed through a puddle of water, droplets of sewage splashed onto her white blouse and matching knee-highs. Stopping at a corner to catch her breath, she brushed the liquid from her red skirt. If she knew she was going to running she would have never worn one. But, drastic times called for drastic messages. She finally managed to sneak out alone. She had to escape her pursuers.
"Lady Lydia, please wait! LADY LYDIA!"
But Lydia didn't have time to wait. If she had lingered any longer, she would have been caught by her father's bothersome attendants. Which, as usual, were being a a complete and utter nuisance. This time they had been waiting for her to finish her daily shift working at the local Saffron City Pokemart so they could 'safely escort her home' as father put it. Ever since her father caught her sneaking out early in the mornings, he ordered that she would be kept under tight surveillance by his servants; each time she wanted to leave the house or head to work she had to have at least two people go with her. Today they were keeping an extra special her, much to her annoyance. Yeaaah, so maybe her health wasn't exactly the best out there. It certainly limited her from traveling far. Even so, whenever she traveled she made sure to carefully conceal her lucky charm securely hidden in her skirt pocket. Her father had yet to find out about her little secret.
Dashing past the guards at the Saffron Gates Lydia found herself facing an open terrain. Now reaching the top of her destination, Lydia panted heavily as she rested her hands on her knees. She had made it out of the city. The sun shone brightly over the vast fields of Route 6, the warm spring air embracing her senses. There was something she loved about the outskirts beyond the city. Pidgeys soared the skies gaily and Poliwags danced on the riverbank, same as always. Over the past sixteen years she was glad that her father hadn't ordered anything to be built in the area, because it was wonderful to be surrounded by nature. The sight of travelers peacefully occupying the tall grass and the road made Lydia smile. Days like today were perfect. Perfect for Pokemon training. If only she could enjoy them freely without being caught.
"Lady Lydia, where are you? We must head home at once! Lady Lydia!"
Panic-stricken, Lydia dived for the nearest hiding spot she could find. There was no way she was going to get caught. Not after making it this far. Lucky for her a tree was conveniently placed in the direction she was running. Making a mad dash for the tree, she dove behind it and slammed to the ground with a crash. Ouch. However, her landing seemed…softer than she imagined.
Lydia blinked. This grass seemed pretty warm. And firm, for that matter. Peering down, she gazed into the bulging blue eyes of a young gentlemen, who was moaning immensely in pain. His red and white pokemon cap covered his spiky black locks of hair. Before she had time to react, Lydia heard the sound of stomping footsteps. Crap. Without warning she shoved her hands in his face, beckoning him to be silent.
"Shhhhhhh," Lydia coaxed as he stifled a cry. She was so focused on peering around the tree that she didn't notice the slight blush spread across his face. As soon as the sound of the footsteps completely faded, Lydia sighed loudly. However, the youth began to gag hoarsely.
"Thank god…oh, I'm so sorry!" Lydia quickly snatched her hands away from the boy's lips, bowing her head. "I didn't see you there. I was trying hide. Sorry!"
"N-no, it's okay..." The boy wheezed. "Just a little out of breath."
"Okay, good," Lydia coughed. "Didn't want to get into trouble on my first day as a Pokemon trainer."
"First day, huh? Then you should go back to Saffron City. The Pokemon aren't as tough there."
"I can't go there. Not when I'm desperately on the run," Lydia huffed. She too was out of breath.
"Okaaaay," he muttered under his breath.
The boy shook his head. "Never mind. Either way, you look pretty frazzled. What's the big hurry?"
"I told you, I'm hiding."
Eyeing the three pokeballs secured around his belt, Lydia hesitated. Her father had always warned her never get too friendly with random people on the road, especially if they were pokemon trainers. Just thinking about what they looked like made her shudder - he had enlightened her on so many horror stories of what would happen if she were to run into one. Apparently they were brusque, ruthless, and cunning, stopping at nothing to use their pokemon to rob the valuables from any naive soul unlucky enough to cross their path. But, taking a good look at the youth sitting before her, Lydia's muscles relaxed. He didn't look scary at all. His cap complemented his red and black sweatshirt, with slightly torn jeans falling below his ankles. A chipped fire pendant hung swiftly around his neck. As she caught him observing her curiously, Lydia's tight face broke into a loud giggle.
"Hey, what's so funny?" The trainer's once curious expression had scrunched into a frown.
Lydia couldn't contain her laughter. "Nothing, nothing!" She took a moment to wipe a tear from her eyelid. "Well, it's just…you don't look as scary as I thought you'd be. A pokemon trainer, I mean."
Now he was even more confused. "Now who would go and give you a crazy idea like that? Pokemon trainers aren't scary at all. We train pokemon. That's it."
"Um…My dad did." Lydia sheepishly twirled a strand of her long, brunette hair. "He said that I should stay away from pokemon trainers."
"Your old man?"
"Well I don't know where he got that ridiculous idea." The boy jumped on his feet. "But don't you know? Pokemon is what makes a man a man! Soaring through the skies, braving the seas, together we will create a everlasting bond that reaches the heavens! Pokemon are meant to be our partners. They're like family!"
Lydia blinked. Clearly this boy was extremely fired up, for crazy reasons she didn't understand. She had never met a person this passionate before. Definitely the opposite of her cold, ruthless father. Making the connection, Lydia's eyes sparkled with joyous content. What a mysterious person! Maybe, just maybe…this could be her first friend!
"Wow, your the nicest person I've ever met!" Lydia giggled. "I don't really get it, but your not weird at all!"
"Thanks," he chuckled heartily, offering a hand. "Most people think I'm nuts. But everybody's got dreams."
"Yeah. Your so lucky you can travel wherever you want. I can't."
"Well, um…it's complicated." Lydia figured if she were to tell him about her illness, she might scare him off. It was better to change the subject.
"Fair enough. So, where are you from?"
"THERE SHE IS!"
"-Lady Lydia, there you are!" A rough hand coming from a second voice firmly grasped her arm. Lydia gasped.
"We've been looking for you everywhere. How many times have we told you not to wander off aimlessly in the wild? You could have gotten hurt! Your father will be worried sick! Now that we've found you, we are going to march right home and tell him exactly what you've been up to. You are not to leave work without us again!"
"And who is this?" Lydia's attendant scowled. "You shouldn't be bothering this young man. What did we say about-"
"She's not a bother, ma'am," the boy quickly interjected. "And I'm in no hurry."
"Well, otherwise, we must be on our way. Lydia, say goodbye to your friend. Most likely you won't see him again," she retorted as she began to lead her back towards the road to Saffron City.
Panic-stricken, Lydia tried to run away, but the unrelenting woman stood her ground. Lydia struggled vigorously as the two attendants began dragging her away. What horrible timing…Lately she had been pretty good about not getting caught. Out of all the times she had to get busted, why now? This was the first time she actually talked to someone that long. The customers at work didn't count and her co-workers never gave her the time of day. To her delight, this boy was a pokemon trainer. A nice one at that. But as his face got smaller and smaller from view, Lydia let out a slight cry. Her lids closed. With her father strictly locking her away, it was just hopeless…
But she didn't expect what would happen next.
Lydia's fingers trembled at the cool touch of the firm hand wrapping around her empty arm. Opening her eyes, she gasped in amazement. The mysterious boy had followed her.
"What do you think you morons are doing? Clearly, she doesn't want to go with you."
Lydia couldn't agree more.
"I think we're going to have a problem," he continued. "So...let her go."
"How dare you...Do you know who you are addressing?" The first attendant spat. "This is the daughter of Axel Oak, president of Sliph Cooperation! She is a fragile girl and must remain under her father's strict care. Keep up that insolent talk and I'll call the police for harassment!"
"I don't know, and I don't care. But...I was having a nice conversation with her." Without warning the youth swiped three pokeballs from his belt and quickly shoved them in the attendants' faces.
"If you don't let her go, then I guess I'll have to call my pokemon. So, what it's going to be?"
The attendants gulped.
"Now beat it."
Shrieking in terror, the attendants released their grips and scurried away as fast as they could in the direction they came. Lydia sighed in relish the moment they were completely out of sight. Turning to face her savior, she slipped her hands in his abruptly and happily shook them up and down.
"Thank you, thank you!" She was so happy she might as well be already dead. "I don't know what would have happened if they took me back! How can I ever repay you?"
The boy's face relaxed. "Hey, don't worry about it," he smiled nonchalantly. "I can relate. If you want to be a pokemon trainer, then you should just go and do it. No one should stop you."
Lydia could tell this person was extremely trustworthy. Not only did he train pokemon, but he saved her to boot. And he seemed like he had a good head on his shoulders. Pokemon trainers were so cool. She didn't understand why her father hated them so much. It only made sense that trainers were generally good, because most pokemon already were. Her mother told her so. Suddenly, Lydia's heart began to race. How she had always dreamed for a traveling companion to pop into her life, to someday waltz in and show her the ropes. This guy was starting to look like a great candidate. And then, finally, she could fulfill her deepest and most hidden desire...to become a pokemon trainer before she got sicker. Making friends would be nice too.
Lydia was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't notice the boy scanning the horizon. It was already dusk.
"Hey, it's getting late. I have to go. Uhhhhh, I've got a...job. Yeah, that's it."
"Oh," her face fell.
"Well, it was really nice to meet you...er...what was your name again?"
"Lydia," he exclaimed hurriedly. "Got it." Taking note of Lydia's damp expression, the youth grinned before taking off. "Maybe we'll meet again someday!"
The day had certainly gone by quicker than Lydia had thought. Nonetheless, she was sure that it was the best one she had in months. Watching the boy slowly disappear from view, she could only wish the moment would never end.
"Aidan…" Lydia thought. She could have sworn that 'Aidan' meant 'fiery.' His name had a nice ring to it.
She was going to see this boy again.
"You should be ashamed of yourself. You just don't listen, don't you? No matter how many times I tell you not to go outside unescorted, you continue to disobey my orders. And what's worse, your attendants had to call me at work!"
Lydia was in big trouble now. Not only had her father discovered that she was secretly was going out to the fields after work, but when she eventually arrived home later that evening her attendants immediately called him while he was in the middle of a business meeting to alert him of the situation. Whenever her father was in the middle of an important conference, he was not to be disturbed, or else he would throw a horrible tantrum. And he meant business. Lydia was sitting in a chair in his home-office, fidgeting nervously.
"I don't know what's the matter with you. Honestly. Your the most disobedient child I've ever come across. I'm only doing this for your benefit."
"But father, why can't I outside and travel like the other kids my age?" Lydia replied. "Even if it's just to the next town, like Cerulean City or something. It's so boring sitting indoors and reading all the time."
Her father sighed. "We've been over this, Lydia. What happened if you get sicker? Traveling requires strenuous activity that would only put your health in jeopardy. You know how dangerous Pokerus can be."
Lydia had been diagnosed with Pokerus ever since she was born. Not much was known about the disease expect that it was composed of microscopic life-forms that attached to pokemon, doubling their power in battle as time went on. For humans, it had an opposite effect: Pokerus slowly deteriorated a person's organs; the more a person used their body the weaker it would become. Her mother, Daisy Oak, was the first to acquire the illness after multiple exposure to pokemon who contracted it. No cure had been invented, and, unfortunately, her mother died attempting to find it.
"But that didn't stop mother."
"Your mother was different. She was born and raised in Pallet Town, where she worked under Professor Oak as an assistant. Her body was strong because she had plenty of traveling experience. And as his granddaughter, Professor Oak made sure to take good care of her. She became his successor. It was unfortunate that she happened to get sick, but at least her body was trained to endure pain. You don't have that luxury. We live in Saffron City now."
"That's not fair."
"Life's not fair, Lydia. We all have to deal with it."
"What if asked a couple attendants to walk with me to the next town? I've always wanted to see the surrounding cities."
"Pokemon trainers may stop and battle you. You and your attendants don't have any pokemon of their own. Owning pokemon in this household is forbidden."
"Damn." Even so, Lydia was determined to get her way. There was no way she was going to spend the rest of her life cooped up indoors, especially if it meant she would eventually join her mother. Like Aidan had said, everybody had dreams. Just thinking of their meeting earlier in the day made Lydia smiled brightly. No matter what her dream was to become a pokemon trainer like her mother, and she would stop at nothing to get it. Discreetly she slid her hand in the back of skirt pocket and felt around for the special tool that always calmed her nerves. Still there. Thankfully her father hadn't found out about it.
"But I'm sure if someone came with me maybe I'd be alright," she inquired. "Besides, today I met this really nice pokemon trainer and-"
Realizing what she had said, Lydia slapped her fingers over her lips. She was screwed.
"Lydia, I forbid you from ever seeing this person again! Do you understand me? Pokemon trainers are dangerous. They only use Pokemon with the sole purpose of robbing and harming others. Look at Team Rocket. Scoundrels like them have caused so much trouble, especially for my company. Fortunately I wasn't president at the time the previous incident occurred, but, for that reason, I must take caution. All Pokemon trainers cannot be trusted!"
"That can't be true!" Lydia cried. "Mother was a Pokemon trainer! My great-great grandfather Professor Oak was Pokemon trainer too! So is uncle Green. Their pokemon are kind to everyone!"
"Your Uncle uses pokemon for his profession, that is all. There is a difference between using pokemon for work and traveling around with them for selfish reasons."
"I want pokemon to be my friends, and I want to make friends too. I want to be a pokemon trainer like mother!"
"I FORBID IT."
"Don't talk back to me!" He bellowed. "From now on, I am doubling the attendants that go with you. Which, by the way, will now be working at the Pokemart with you. You are not to leave this house under any circumstances unless your going to work! As the President of Sliph Cooperation and the manager of the Saffron City pokemart, I will see this through. Further-"
An abrupt knock on the door cut him off from finishing his sentence. The door slowly opened to reveal the face of a quivering maid. No one liked answering the door when Axel was on one of his rampages.
"E-excuse me, P-President Axel, but you have a phone c-call…"
"Tell them I'll be right there," Axel's sighed, his face redder than a tomato. Bowing profusely, the attendant awkwardly closed the door.
"Lydia, that is all for today. I want you to stay in this room and think about what you've done. I expect you to see you at dinner." Axel swiftly rose from his desk and paraded towards the door.
Lydia bit her lip. She couldn't stand how her father was so cold, ruthless, and demanding all the time.
"Don't ever say you want to be a Pokemon Trainer again."
With that, her father slammed the door.
On the brink of despair, Lydia slid to the floor. There was nothing she could do to escape the power of her father. She sniffled and sobbed in attempt to keep the tears in, but soon she couldn't help the hot liquid from sliding down her cheeks. Why? Why didn't he understand? How could he expect her to live her live trapped in a mansion, with no friends? She barely even saw her father because he was working all the time at Sliph. The attendants paid her no attention other than to bark orders at her. The closest relative she had was her Uncle Green, but ever since her mother's death her father rarely let her see him. The more she voiced her dreams, the more her father seemed to push her away. And for the rest of her life, it would probably remain that way. She was completely alone.
…Or she would be, if it weren't for the hidden item kept in her pocket. Tears clouding her vision, Lydia fished through her skirt until she pulled out the tiny red and white pokeball she had been hiding from her father. Staring at it closely, it was so beautiful. Inside was the forbidden fruit she so desperately wanted to have. Slowly bringing it to her chest, she shivered slightly as the cool metal made contact with her skin. Her heart leaped with joy. Lydia recalled her tenth birthday when she went to visit Blue and Green, her aunt and uncle.
"Uncle Green! Uncle Green! Auntie Blue!"
Green held out his arms to the vivacious toddler running towards him. Scooping Lydia up in a warm embrace, he twirled her in the air round and round while she continued to giggle loudly. Finally, he set her down. Blue stepped forward and gave her niece a tight squeeze. Green raised an eyebrow. Usually when his mischievous wife got into close contact with people it meant she had a trick up her sleeve.
"And how is the birthday girl doing today, Lydia?" Blue asked.
"Great, Aunite!" she gurgled happily. "When daddy said we were coming to visit, I was so excited! Your house is very pretty."
The pair of lovers chucked in unison. "Glad you feel that way," Green chimed. Afterwards, he ventured to the end of the hallway and pulled out a small black box from the cabinet. Walking over to the over-excited toddler, who was now jumping up and down, he handed it to Lydia. She eyed the box curiously.
"Today is a special day, squirt. Your ten years old now. To celebrate your birthday, your Aunt and I wanted to give you something special. It belonged to your mom."
"This was mommy's?"
"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay!" Lydia squealed, thrashing the box excitedly through the air. "What is it? What is it? A necklace? A tiny poke doll?"
"Even better. Open it and see," he replied.
Her smile grew wider and wider as she opened the box. However, Lydia's face fell. Green frowned at her niece's sullen expression.
"What's wrong? You don't like it?"
"Uncle Green, the box is empty."
Green shot a glare at his wife, who was snickering at the gawking expression of her niece. Her mirthful gaze met the eyes of her frustrated husband. Blue grinned. "Aww, can't you take a little joke? It's so much more fun waiting for her to guess what it is!"
"Your so obnoxious," Green muttered.
"But you still married me."
Green paused. Turning away, his face was face flushed. She got him there. Lydia continued to look at them with no clue as to what was going on. She sneezed.
"Uncle Green? Auntie Blue?"
They both turned to face their bewildered niece. Blue grinned knowing she accomplished a job well done. "Sorry, Lydia. Look in the back pocket of your skirt."
Lydia dug through her back pocket and pulled out a red and white pokeball. The rays of the sun radiated off its smooth and polished surface. Whatever was inside this pokeball was going to be her first Pokemon. No matter how much she asked her dad he wouldn't give one to her. But, here and now, her uncle and aunt had given her the stepping stone for her dream. Her eyes glittered in excitement.
"Woooooow…a Pokemon!" she beamed. "What kind of pokemon is it?"
"Want to guess what it is, sweetie? You have 151 chances."
Green stared at her wife as if to say 'Don't ruin this moment.' Blue huffed and turned away. Clearly her husband had no patience for her antics.
"Fine, fine. You never knew how to take a joke."
"It's a Lapras. Green was pleased that for once his wife was actually giving him control of the situation. "Your mom gave it to me before she passed."
"Thank you so much! Now I can get to train Pokemon like mommy did!"
"Don't tell your father we gave it to you, okay?" Green added. "This will be our little secret…between you, your aunt, and me."
"I'll be the greatest Pokemon trainer there ever was! " Lydia challenged. "Just watch me!"
Green smirked. "As long as you promise us to be careful, take good care of it, alright?"
"So, what will you name him, Lydia?" Blue giggled.
"Ummmmmm….oh that's an easy one!" Lydia twirled in a circle. "I'm call him…Noel! He's like a celebration!"
"Just remember…Pokemon are the product of his or her trainer. If you take care of them with a kind and gentle heart, then they'll always be your friends. A good friend of mine told me this, and now I am telling you. Do you understand?"
"Yes! I'll do my best!"
Lydia sniffled. How far those days seemed to be.
But it was thanks to her aunt and uncle that Lydia still carried with her a remainder of her mother; a chance to believe that love between human and Pokemon was still possible for her. So, from that day on, she had been sneaking out in the mornings and after work to play with Noel. Laughing with him and making memories was what Lydia loved about Pokemon: together, there was nothing they couldn't do. How wonderful it must be to work hand and hand with Pokemon on a daily basis. When she was older her Uncle Green had told her that Noel was the Pokemon her mother had captured just before she died. Lydia couldn't have asked for a better partner.
"Oh, Noel…." she whimpered. "If only we could travel together, you and I…if only I could show you to my mother. She would be so proud."
Lydia gently stroked the pokeball with her fingers. For some reason, it made her think of Aidan. How lucky for him to be able to be free. He could love and train his pokemon as much as he wanted. To travel the land as far and wide as pleased, even all the way to Johto if he felt like it. She wondered what kind of pokemon he had. Maybe if she were to catch up with him he could teach her how to catch some.
There was only one way to find out.
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