It would have been a normal day in Twinleaf Town, but the incident that occurred earlier that day in the Wilson household caused an unusual stir that disrupted the peace of the small town.
Aloha Wilson, the mother of the household, was spread across the grass, crying her eyes out, being comforted by the other housewives, and shouting incoherent nonsense at her house. A few meters away from her stood her daughter, Amorette Wilson. She was fighting to hold back her tears, looking at her mother and feeling pity for her.
She was fourteen-years-old, and had tried hard to establish herself as the tough female that couldn’t be shaken down, but this event affected everyone. In her arms, she held her little brother, Noah Wilson. The six-year-old boy was crying; he buried his head deep in his sister’s arms, Comma unneeded. and occasionally looked at his mother.
The young Wasaki looked onto the site as he wondered what had happened. He was young and oblivious, and seeing the sight of an adult woman sobbing on the grass hysterically, hair unkempt, eyes wild, and clothes dirty, gave him the feeling that everything was not going to be the same from now on.
Beside Aloha was his mother, the one Wasaki got most of his looks from. She had the same black hair, only hers was longer, her skin was as dark as Wasaki’s, and her eyes had a different shade of green.
That day at Twinleaf started it all. From then on, children teased Noah about the event and bullied him, and his sister had decided to run away after turning sixteen-years-old, while his mother was constantly alone in the house.
Wasaki found it disgusting and sickening how some kids would rub such a tragic memory in Noah’s face. He never participated in these acts, and never understood why until he was slightly older, when he started defending Noah, and would sometimes get beaten up for it. But Wasaki endured; nobody should suffer what Noah suffered. After all, there was nothing funny about bullying a kid whose father committed suicide. OH, SNAP.
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The rush of water snapped Wasaki back to the Old Chateau. He would have collided with the weak wood floor and possible died had Prinplup not sent out a wave of water that carried Wasaki away from the floor. He was turned upside down, and the flow carried him over and smashed him into a wall. A rush of agonizing pain attacked Wasaki, but it was better than losing his life.
“I saved you once again,” Noah sighed, even though he hadn’t ordered Prinplup to do anything. “You better find me an exit.”
“Oh… Noah…” Wasaki breathed heavily. UNF UNF UNF. “Couldn’t you….Catch my breath….”
Noah squinted his eyes and walked towards Wasaki. He hated him with such passion that it was extremely surprising, even to Noah at some points. He kept repeating to himself all the things he hated about Wasaki, and his hatred grew with each step. Yeah, you love him, you know you do. Yes, you like him, and to your heart you must be true.
Prinplup followed closely, keeping every step silent, hoping that Noah didn’t return him to his Poké Ball. He wanted to get to know his new trainer and become friends with him, just like Wasaki. But it was hopeless; there was always a barrier, the same one.
“I want to get out of here,” Noah said. “I don’t care about any girl. I SO KNEW IT. You better find me an exit.”
The girl. Wasaki had forgotten completely about her, as well as Chimchar. “You refused my help since we were kids,” Wasaki said. “But I will help you if you help me now, please.”
Noah considered Wasaki’s offer. The latter had been trying to help him out all along. It was fine to help him as long as he got something in return, which was getting out of the building. “Fine,” Noah sighed. “I’ll help you, but you better make this quick.”
Wasaki reached out his hand, hoping that Noah would take it and help him to his feet, but his self-proclaimed rival turned around, only to notice Prinplup. Enter key here, mate.
“I forgot about you.” Noah’s tone harmed Prinplup’s feelings and made him feel as if Noah didn’t care about him at all. The Pokémon hung his head down, almost crying before being withdrawn to his Poké Ball. Dayuuum, Gary. Er, Paul. ...Shooti? “You shouldn’t be walking. Return.”
Wasaki wanted to address how Noah treated his starter, but decided that it would be for the best if he kept silent; Noah was bound to learn his lesson when the time came anyway. For now, they would focus of finding the missing Pokémon and the mysterious girl.
Wasaki pulled himself up from the floor. He straightened his clothes and patted them slightly to get the dust out, before realizing that he was drenched in Prinplup’s water, which made the entire process useless. He wondered why Noah hadn’t informed him, but when he looked at him and saw his smug expression, his thoughts were answered. God, Wasaki, he likes seeing you in a wet t-shirt.
“I’m just trying to be your friend,” Wasaki sighed. “Can’t you just try as well?”
“Stop it with that friendship nonsense,” Noah said. Yep, you're Paul. “Let’s go.”
“Yeah, we have to --“
“Stop repeating yourself! We know what we will do! It’s like being around an obnoxious robot!”
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That day at Twinleaf, it would have been a normal one. But Noah had blocked everyone he didn’t know out of his life, believing that the only person he had to protect was his mother. He believed that he could no longer trust anyone. What Noah’s father did harmed his mother more than anything else ever could, and Wasaki understood the need to fulfill a mother’s need.
“Take care,” Wasaki’s mother had said to him. “You will be on the same path as Noah. Even though you have different goals, don’t let them get in the way of your friendship. Noah might have locked himself away from all the other residents, but I want you to remind him that there are still nice people in the world. He is screaming for help; don’t let him down, Wasaki.”
“Don’t worry, Mother,” Wasaki said politely. “I will try my best to become his friend.” To the young man, his mother was the wisest person to ever walk on the ground. Sounds a tad like the Bible here. WASAKI IS MOSES, YO. He had great respect for her and admired her strength through all the hardships she suffered.
But no matter how tough the exterior she put up was, she herself was screaming for help.