With Pokemon: Black and White fast(ish) approaching, we must remember that Pokemon may be growing up, storywise. Pokemon is a franchise that centers around growing up, the worst part about growing up is having to deal with tragedy. Pokemon Black and White is also a self-fufilling prophecy, just look at the name, black and white denote a stark moral choice. If anything, Black and White will look at the theme of growing up in a way that will knock us flat and remind us that Pokemon is a franchised to be reckoned with. Welcome to my mind. Enjoy. (Note: This fic will be updated quite randomly, with updates far and few inbetween, but quite large)
Just to say, this fic reads more like a strategy guide than actual fanfiction.
Note: This is set 10 years after the events of Red, Blue, and Yellow.
Note 2: This has all the Pokemon announced for B/W at the moment (and been given English names in the vein of Generation I's mediocre translating), as well as some extras I've cooked up myself. The reigonal professor is Professor Araragi. (now called Professor Willow) Triple Battles have been introduced as well. Other than that, it's mostly my creation!
Note 3: The third version is called Spectrum (which means all the colors in the rainbow, so, basically Pokemon Rainbow), and any special features only in Spectrum get a special chapter. If something is changed in Spectrum that's already in the normal duo, it will have a small 'S' next to it, similar to the one displayed, and the change will be explained.
Prolouge: Starting a New Game
You are introduced to the Pokemon world via dream, a dream about a rolling landscape of an arid and rocky place, bordered with jungles and meadows, deep caves, quaint little towns, wide open seas, and sprawling metropolitan areas; suddenly, the dream turns into nightmare, soldiers march, revolution is waged, the world in front of you burns, the sea churns in anger, and man and beast alike die. Your mind's eye goes into a clear pool of water, zooms in, and allows you to choose your character. As with dreams, you remember a speech from school about becoming a Pokemon trainer, this memory introduces you to the dangers and privileges had to being a Trainer.
After finishing customization and introduction, you are woken by your mother in a state of half-fright. Your best friend (female), or girlfriend (male) wants to show you something in the deep backwoods outside your hometown, your mother tells you. You pick up your backpack and running sneakers and go with her.
This character is Blanche (derived from the French word for White), a beautiful blonde teenager a few years older than you (12-14), a face that could launch a thousand ships. As you walk through the forest you find a pair of golden apples (ie; in the Illiad, the Trojan war was started by a golden apple)and start peeling them when you hear Blanche scream.
You run over to her to find her torn up (very hard to see in the early morning light) and facedown with a creepy-looking amount of blood trickling from her face, killed in her prime by an unknown creature. You drop the paring knife in fear and put the golden apples in your backpack, then pick the knife up and run to your hometown.
Title credits roll, and the player finds his/her avatar in a paddywagon, to be dropped off in a backwoods Police Station and confronted by your mother, Officer Jenny, and the regional professor. Jenny, using the paring knife as evidence, says your story is a coverup for murder (she can 'tell' because you 'talk too fast and trip over your words', ironically), your mother is on the ropes, and the Professor believes you are innocent. She negotiates with Jenny to put you on parole, and, if you can defeat the Elite Four, all false charges will be removed. As with all new trainers, you must select a starter, and your journey begins. Shortly after getting off the first mellow path, one of your better friends, Sarah (who is around 16 years old, her name derived from the Russian word Seryi, or grey) walks up to you.
"I've heard what you've done." She says, "So you're doing this training thing to get off on a good note, huh? Well, you ain't doing this without me," Pausing to spit her gum and ram into your face, indicative of her attitude, "I'll make your life a living heck, I'm not letting you off easy like that quack did! I'll even beat the Elite Four before you do! I'll show you," Before battling you, she whispers, "Murderer."