Just A Nobody (Pokemon SI)
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CH2: Coming Storm
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-Justin POV-
-Celestic Town-
-January, Year 344 AD-
"""GOODBYE JESSICA!""" All of us waved towards the shrinking figure of the blonde haired twin-tailed girl who was waving back at us with tears in her eyes as she rode with her new mother on her Rapidash.
The couple who adopted her were good people, wheat farmers on the edge of the town, also guaranteed by the super sixth sense of Granny who would've sniffed out if they were a problem.
I was honestly worried there for a moment where it seemed like they were going to adopt me! I didn't need a parent, I was already grown up. And to take the chance to experience a parent's love from another child was just too cruel for my tastes.
So I acted.
"Mister! Mister!" I "smiled" up at the man. My eyes were hollow and my smile was eerie. My hands were behind my back.
He looked down at me with a smile and quirked eyebrow. Alongside him was his sweet wife. She asked "What happened dear?"
"I want to show you something." I fidgeted "shyly" but let the silence continue until the man asked.
"What do you want to show us, lil' guy?"
I smiled a broken hollow smile (there was just something wrong with that smile) and brought my hand up forward in front of their faces.
Their eyes were etched in terror as they gazed upon the prone figure of a "Pikachu" in my hands as well as my "bloody" hands.
"Isn't he cute?" And I smiled as they screamed in terror.
Yeah. It was my best prank yet.
And it worked! It worked like a charm! The stuffed Pikachu with red color and ketchup was just perfect! They were just too terrified to even consider me.
Still, you have to admit they were pretty determined. A normal person would've just skedaddled out if it happened in a normal world. But the existence of ghost Pokemon has made people more resilient to pranks.
Though, I'm pretty sure that my buttocks were going to take some punishment for my harmless "prank".
But… I remembered the smile on Jessica's face when she was chosen. Yeah, it was worth it.
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As I had thought. Judgment had come and it was swift.
Not an hour later, and I was already nervously shuffling outside Granny's room as I had found out that she was calling for me.
Finally, I built up some courage and knocked.
Tak. Tak.
"Come in Justin." Said the voice of Granny from the other side and any courage that I had built up vanished like smoke.
She never called me Justin. Little brat, troublesome kid, pain in the ass. But never by my name.
I swallowed. Ok... m-maybe the prank was a mistake? Maybe I shouldn't have played the part of a psychotic child so well?
It seemed like I was suffering from success.
I slapped myself. This wasn't the time for jokes! Am I going to get kicked out?
I trembled in fear. What am I going to do?
What can I do? My shoulders slumped in resignation. I can only confront it. I won't regret it even if I get kicked out.
"Y-you asked for me Granny?" I nervously open the door as I await my judgment.
"Yes Justin. Come in, sit down." She said sitting behind her office table while shuffling some papers. "Oh! And close the door please."
I nodded nervously and sat down.
There was silence for a few minutes. Just the sound of papers shuffling and pens writing. After some point I started fidgeting and that was when she started talking.
"Do you understand what you did wrong?" She calmly asked as she looked me in the eye.
I swallowed and nodded. "I shouldn't have scared them that much."
She nodded. "In doing so you jeopardized the chances of everyone to receive a parent."
I started to argue. "I didn't-"
But she sharply cut me off. "I know you didn't do it for yourself brat!" Hearing her call me "brat" calmed me down noticeably.
She continued. "I see you and I recognise that you are too mature for any parent to handle. Either you will use them or they will use you. In short, you don't need a parent. You never have since you were an infant and you never will."
That made me speechless. Was I that obvious?
She sighed and smiled a tired smile at me. "I don't know how you're that mature. But ever since I woke up to you screaming at my doorstep, you have never been like a normal child. From the moment you're up to the moment you go to sleep."
She runs a hand through her white hair. "You are the most intelligent and mature child that I have ever raised. And I have been doing this for over 30 years!" She chuckles at this.
"You are also very kind. As shown today when you concocted that ridiculous scheme just so some other kid could enjoy the love of a parent." She lets out and sags.
Then our eyes meet and she says. "I know you did what you did for a good reason Justin, but you need to learn the consequences of your actions. Even if they were done for the sake of kindness, they could've ended in a disaster."
And as if experiencing great personal pain while doing so. She says, no she quotes. "Even the kindest of actions could have the most terrible of consequences."
Then she falls silent and looks towards me. And I realize she's waiting for me to say something.
In that moment, all my nervousness vanished leaving behind only my will. I nodded and started. "I know that I've been a troublesome child. Always running after one curious thing or the other. I now also recognise that I've never bothered to think of the consequences. It was very selfish of me " I say with my eyes downcast.
"I'm sorry for the way I did what I did, and I'm sorry for all the trouble that I have brought you." Now my tears begin to prick through.
"If you want, I'll go-" Right then two warm hands enveloped me and brought me into a hug.
"Don't finish that sentence brat." She quietly said. I nodded quickly and wiped my tears.
She sighs. "Since you learned your lesson and no one was harmed, your punishment will be for you to take out the trash for the next month. You're dismissed." She waved her hand.
I nodded quietly and shuffled back to the door.
"Justin?" I stop. "I'm glad that you are here."
My shoulders shake in quiet tears and I reply. "I'm glad I'm here too Granny."
I wave back to her and exit the room.
I'm feeling too tired. This day has been too emotional for me.
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-March, Year 344 AD-
It's been a few months since my talk with Granny and everything has gone back to normal. Neither I nor Granny brought it back up though.
But I could tell that we had become closer because of the heart to heart.
Granny showed this by giving me more responsibilities and freedoms. Like allowing me to go to the Library with a Blissey during the weekly grocery run in exchange for me doing more chores around the orphanage.
Because of that though, I had found out something potentially world breaking that I neither had the time or money to "fix".
What was it you may ask?
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Yeah. I was dyslexic.
I don't know how I didn't find this sooner but yeah. This poses a significant problem to my goals.
After all, how could I top the exams if I couldn't even read it!?
Well, it wasn't like I couldn't read it. I could but I had to focus so intensely that it was very difficult.
Chapter 1: Myths of Sinnoh
Dialga and Palkia were the God Pokemons that controlled Time and Space respectively. They are revered throughout Sinnoh...
After researching, I also found out that there was a way to "cure" this too. But it involved hiring a very skilled (and expensive) psychic type Pokemon that was an expert in "fixing" this.
Meaning changing how your brain worked.
You can expect that I wasn't very enthusiastic when I found that out.
Even if I had the money to perform the "surgery" I wouldn't do it.
I just cannot trust someone with the knowledge that was in my brain. It was also the reason that I wanted a dark-type in my team, so that by being near one my mind would also gain some resistance to psychics.
It was a real phenomena. One of the reasons that many criminals carried Pokemon with dark-type.
Anyhow, while Dyslexia was a recognised mental condition and there were schools for those with it, they were in the big cities and not in the boonies like Celestic Town.
-And I didn't have money to afford it.
So the only way I could accomplish my dream was to do it by sheer stubbornness and willpower.
Like a shounen protagonist.
It was my one hope, that since this was a shonen world that primarily ran on friendship and determination of the characters to win, that I could also train myself to read despite my condition.
So for the rest of the month, I did nothing but read, read, read until I couldn't read anymore. At some point, I started to regret thinking that school this time would be a breeze.
But the hell that was school, would never be easy. Even when you've already been through it once.
With Blissey there to erase my mental exhaustion I could really push my body to the maximum.
That was until Granny found out what I was doing.
I sat in a dogeza with a huge round comically red swelling on my head while listening to her lecture me about how advanced level chemistry was not needed for Elementary school.
I just nodded quietly. Because after all my effort, my gamble had worked. I had trained my psych enough this past month that I was able to read with a little more focus than normal.
My training showed itself when on the first day, I was able to follow all the lessons with my full focus.
While it was tiring, it proved that a Blissey were a must-have for my future team.
They were like walking-talking Senzu beans!
I should probably get them a gift for their help.
I nodded to myself and sat back down as the bell rang to signify the end of the lunch break.
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1829 Words.
Well, there is gonna be a bunch of slice of life in this compared to my other stories, but i guess that's obvious for a pokemon story.