Noah Loveride
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Noah Loveride really didn't need anyone telling him that it was time to wake up. If things had been his way, sleep would take over, and reality wouldn't exist. The name-calling from his ever-taunting bullies would never have happened, and he wouldn't have been hurt because of who he was. Of course, this was wishful thinking, and Noah never approved of it.
As he pushed away the cyan-sheets of his slept-in bed, he began to think for a while. As he stared at the white ceiling, he thought of different memories he had before he was a freak. Noah remembered the innocent trips to the playground, where his mother pushed him on the swings, and pushed him down the slides. He also remembered the many cute Pokémon that were there, that often stopped by to see him. There were the many Azurill and Marill often spraying him and his friends with a light Water Gun attack. As Noah opened his eyes once more, he felt an arrogant person enter his mind. He grunted; this was not how he wanted to start his day. To shows his annoyance, Noah rolled his eyes.
"Stop it, Noah, you're not a freak. Stop thinking of those previous memories, you pansy! Gosh, Noah, sometimes I feel like you
want[ people to make fun of you. Anyways, where was I? Oh yeah. You've got the brains, aka me, to destroy anybody, plus you've got all of us to take anyone else down! We'll destroy everything in our paths!" Eric's voice echoed in Noah's head. Noah began to have a headache, as he began to close his eyes to concentrate on meeting Eric.
As Noah opened his eyes, he was delighted at what he saw, despite Eric's word to him just a few moments ago. He was standing on a never-ending grassy field, where there was a rainbow stretching out on the blue sky. It was his happy place, where no one could make fun of him for being who he was. Noah's head turned to take in all of the scenery, and a rare smile took control of his face.
"You decided on this place for a meeting? You're such a pansy," Eric snickered, before appearing in front of him. Noah sighed; he hated talking to Eric. At least the others were somewhat tolerable, and helpful. Eric was just perverse, and ruthless towards others. In fact, that's how Noah lost most of his friends; through Eric.
"What do you want, Eric?" Noah asked his alternate personality. Eric chuckled almost sadistically, before answering the question. The alternate personality's shoulders were raised up, while he crossed his arms, inhaling then exhaling. They didn't realize the jock that was going to interrupt them.
"Noah, you have to pi-" Eric was cut off by Alex landing, quite literally, in the middle of the conversation with his feet planted on the ground. Alex had just finished perfecting his triple-flip landing technique, so he was psyched. He was about to tell Noah something before Eric knocked him out with a pressure point. Noah rolled his eyes; Eric just had to ruin the fun of Alex doing another accomplishment. To give the sadistic one some credit though...
wait...Noah didn't give him any credit. He still ruined whatever fun there was. However, Eric paid no attention to this, and went on as if it was normal. Then, the sadist continued.
"You've got to choose Castform as your Pokémon, so you can connect to it on a personal level. Like you, it can change forms. Think of the power you could wield!" Eric grinned widely, like a madman. Noah nodded, in order to get Eric away. Why he was so sadistic was one thing Noah could never comprehend. He could've easily told Noah just to pick Castform due to the relation they could have with one another, but no; Eric had to add in the part of destroying everyone with the power. After seeing Noah nod, Eric returned it with a smirk, before disappearing in a flash of smoke, like always.
"For once, he's not bad in considering the options of what Pokémon to get," a voice said behind Noah. He turned around to see Sol, walking towards him. Sol was smiling, and Noah could tell that he had just finished meditating considering he looked calm. The blades of grass whipped under him, as the calmer personality came closer and closer to Noah. The two hugged, before talking.
"Honestly Sol, I think he's right. If I get Castform, we could relate on a personal level, giving us a personal bond," Noah explained to the alternate personality. Sol nodded in understanding, before turning to Alex. The calmer personality held Alex, and slung him over his shoulders before starting to walk away. However, he turned before he could.
"I'll leave that up to you, Noah. For now, I've got to take Mr. Jock to my office for a repair!" Sol grinned, before disappearing with Alex. The two waved each other goodbye, before the last personality came out of hiding, and jumped right in front of Noah after Sol disappeared with Alex in a burst of blue smoke. Chris smiled very widely, obviously excited about today. He knew that Noah was finally leaving the hotel he was staying at in order to go out for a journey, which made Chris giddy; he couldn't wait to see how unsheltered Noah was becoming! Unfortunately, it was the exact opposite.
"Hi, Noah!" Chris waved furiously towards the actual person. Noah waved back, grinning slightly in order to play along with Chris' world of happiness and fun time. Noah couldn't explain it, but the personalities were like his brothers; he didn't want to ruin the youngest's (Chris') idea of pure innocence before he was meant to. Unfortunately for Noah, Chris was always happy, which the high IQ knew about. Despite this, he continued to play along.
"Hello, Chris. How are you doing today? Are the roses in your garden blooming?" Noah asked the optimist, who looked on sullenly. Noah realized that the flowers must have not been doing so well, and decided to fix that, before Chris interrupted his train of thought.
"I'm doing great, but the roses aren't blooming, no matter what I do..." Chris lowered his head in sadness, and Noah swore he saw a tear rim the optimist's eyes. Noah restrained himself from coming up with a cynical remark about how this was nothing to cry about. Instead, Noah focused on the roses blooming into beautiful flowers. Suddenly, Chris, aware that his flowers were now blooming, beamed at Noah in happiness and joy.
"Oh, thank you, Noah! You're the best!" Chris practically jumped on top of Noah hugging him, while the latter laughed slightly. Then, Chris disappeared in a puff of yellow, symbolizing joy and amiability, leaving Noah alone. He sighed, before closing his eyes. Then, he was back in the hotel room. Noah's head scanned the area, wondering if anything had happened if he had gone. Noah didn't expect anything TO happen, but he never knew.
Noah sighed, as he saw the rays of sunlight enter his room. He quickly changed out of his sleepwear, and packed it up inside of his bag. Then, he put on his black long-sleeved shirt, and blueberry-colored sweatshirt. After that, he put on his black pants, and his black shoes with blue laces. Noah took a look at himself in the mirror in the bathroom to look himself over. He gave a sigh of boredom, before opening the door to the sign that said
Floor 9. Noah located the stairs with relative ease, and he began to step down the stairs at a quick pace. He didn't want to be in the hotel any longer than he had to, so the red carpet covering the stairs was blurred as he stepped down and down again. Finally, he reached the lobby, where the receptionist was waiting behind the painted white stone desk. Noah walked over to her, taking in the scenery of the new location. On the 9th floor, there were only some traces of white, as most of the colors had been replaced by the long-term visitors. Noah himself added his own touch of cyan to the floor.
"Hi, I'd like to check out of my room." Noah requested. The receptionist typed on her keyboard furiously, before asking Noah an important question. Her head tilted to rest on her shoulder, while she let her red hair flow down to her neck.
"What's your name, cutie?" The receptionist asked the checking-out boy. Noah rolled his eyes at the last remark, before answering with a quick explanation.
"I'm Noah Loveride," Noah began, before the receptionist typed into her keyboard feverishly once more. "Oh yeah, try going for someone who plays on your own team." Noah rolled his eyes, before the receptionist had a shocked look on her face. Noah smirked; that little tidbit had definitely surprised her. The receptionist now replaced her flirtatious look with one that had a glare shooting daggers. She was done checking Noah out, and just needed to see his ID Number to charge the room for his parents.
"My ID Number is 72547." Noah stated, before the receptionist could ask. She nodded to signal that he was now officially checked out. As he started to leave, the receptionist went back to work, disheartened by the fact that the only cute boy in the apartment was playing for the other team. Noah glanced at her, before plastering a confident smirk on his face.
Lilycove City was absolutely breathtaking to Noah. Of course, he had seen the scenery many times before, but that certainly didn't stop him from admiring the views and the oceanside breeze. Suddenly, Noah had a pounding headache, before whispering a faint "Oh, no..."
"This is Lilycove City, huh? Look at how weak everyone is! It's no doubt that I will take down everyone here without any effort!" A deeper voice whispered to himself. Eric adjusted the blueberry sweatshirt, and walked to where he thought was the lab he was supposed to go to, if all of those Trainer News reports were correct. The greenery and the trees brought a pleasant scent, which Eric disregarded, as well as all the other aspects of the city. He ignored the sound of the ocean, pushing and pulling onto the beaches below. Whatever was a distraction in his eyes, Eric chose to ignore it. What would happen if someone struck you while you were distracted? That was his way of thinking, and he always chose to focus on the destination rather than the trip.
Finally, he walked up the grassy road to see a sign.
"Professor Cypress' Lab: All Trainers Welcome!" was what the sign had read. Eric smirked; this was the right place after all. He walked in to the giant technologically advanced building, unaware that someone was trying to intrude upon his presence of Noah at the moment. When Eric entered the building, he saw a line of six or seven people ahead of him, which was something he did
not need right now. Eric had no patience with things like this; he wanted to get the Pokémon so he could thrash everyone else!
Ugh! These buffoons don't even stand a chance against my intellect, and they think they could just go ahead of me?! Think again! Eric thought before trying to shove the person in front of him. However, before he could make contact with the boy in front of him, Eric took a deep breath, and another personality was revealed. The previous overconfidence was replaced with tranquility on Noah's expression, while Sol smiled, instead of smirked. The current personality just waited in line like the rest of the others.
Sol didn't notice the other soon-to-be Trainers stare at him when he took a deep breath. Despite this, they all thought the Trainer behind them was just sick, and needed to take a deep breath in order to stop coughing, despite them not hearing him cough. Soon, after about half an hour, it was Sol's turn to go and choose, before Noah took over again. The original personality walked into a room with a woman in a lab coat.
"Hello, Professor..." Noah couldn't think of the woman's last name, despite him reading the emails that were sent to him about the new Trainers. The woman stood up, with her lab coat waving about, before answering.
"Cypress. I presume you are Noah Loveride, considering the list I've been sent by the Pokémon League association." Noah stepped back a little; he thought that the Pokémon League shouldn't have that kind of information on him, despite him agreeing to it a few years ago. Of course, that was before the incident happened. He didn't let his confusion show on his face, though, and nodded. Cypress walked towards a box of Poké Balls, and Noah could make out the letters "Assortment B" on the cardboard. He rolled his eyes at this; they should have had enough Pokémon in Assortment A in the first place! However, Noah calmed himself down; Eric was influencing him, and Noah was
not going to let him win.
Cypress brought the box over to Noah, and set it on a glass table. Cypress motioned for Noah to come near her, which the boy did. He noticed many different symbols on the Poké Ball, except for one. Cypress picked up the Poké Ball without symbol, and released the Pokémon. The white beam of light revealed a Castform in its wake, as Cypress nodded to signal Noah to come towards it.
"I figured you would want it, considering your condition." This caught Noah offguard, as the Weather Pokémon floated in circles around Noah's head. However, the MPD boy focused on Cypress' explanation, who proceeded to fill him in on details.
"It was on your last physical examination, which is required. Anyways, what do you think of this Pokémon? It's a Castform." Cypress explained, and then proceeded to ask him a question. Noah observed the Castform still circling around his head, smiling and floating. Noah had to admit; he was amused by the Pokémon's actions, but was cold towards the professor. Noah tilted his head, before remarking on the Professor's last statement.
"You don't say?" Noah asked the Professor cynically. She stared at him for a few seconds, shocked that the boy would give him this attitude after she had been so generous as to try and find more things about him. Noah didn't like people knowing about him, though the professor didn't know this.
"Oh, I'm only being cynical. I'll take it." Noah said simply, as Cypress grinned. She walked up to her desk, and picked up five Poké Balls, and a red PokéDex. After this, she gave him his own Trainer ID, fitted with his own Social ID on the card, and a light gray chip. She explained that it was used for necessary Trainer benefits. Then, Cypress walked back towards where Noah was, as her heels clicked on the tiled floor. She handed him the five balls, and the Pokémon encyclopedia. Noah bowed to show gratefulness, and then left without a care in the world, as Cypress waved towards him and shouted out to be active in battling to raise the Castform.
Outside of the lab, Noah released the Weather Pokémon, which circled around, floating once more. However, it observed Noah's request to talk to it, so it just floated above his face. The small Pokémon made Noah grin, before he decided to talk to it.
"Considering you're original, I need to find a name that fits." Noah explained to the ever-so-innocent Castform. The Weather Pokémon smiled, as it tilted itself towards it side in thought.
"Castform! Cast!" it cried out in agreement. Noah chuckled to himself. He was wondering why his personalities weren't bothering him at the moment. Maybe Sol convinced Eric to not destroy a happy moment between a Trainer and his first Pokémon. Either way he was happy, and suddenly, a nickname came to him.
"How about Stratos? I've read that you have weather abilities, so I think the name fits." Noah explained to his Castform, which floated high in the sky with a smile to show its approval. Noah nodded, and christened the name into the PokéDex after he took it out of his pocket. Stratos floated with Noah as the two walked towards the beaches. This was Noah's favorite spot. Yes, the cynical, sarcastic person did have a soft spot for beaches. Suddenly, he heard a scream coming from the other side of the beach. The sand turned into dust as Noah ran, leaving the indents in its wake. Stratos floated right beside him, until they found the cause of the scream.
A little girl was cornered by an enraged Crawdaunt. The Rogue Pokémon snapped his or her claws, before advancing. The star object on its forehead reflecting the sunlight off into the water. The Crawdaunt moved quickly to corner the girl, who was blocked off where the beach invaded onto the city. Noah moved as fast as he could, to try and catch his first Pokémon. After all, not many Trainers got luck like this, right? Since Stratos was right beside him, Noah didn't need to take out a Poké Ball. However, Noah took out his Pokédex in order to see what moves the Weather Pokémon had. The dexter emitted a red laser, which scanned the Pokémon. The contents of the Castform were revealed on the screen of the PokéDex.
"Castform, The Weather Pokémon
-Future Sight
-Tackle
-Water Gun
-Ember
-Powder Snow
-Headbutt
As the dexter read these words out, Noah knew he picked the right choice in believing in Castform. Stratos quickly floated in front of Noah, signifying its readiness for the inevitable battle. Noah quickly read the PokéDex again, and calledo ut a command.
"Stratos, use a Headbutt on that Pokémon!" Noah ordered his Castform. The Weather Pokémon floated high in the sky, and then plummeted down with increasing speed in order to get some damage on its opponent. The Crawdaunt wasn't expecting this, as it was too focused on the little girl, causing it to get hit with the attack. It's eyes suddenly turned towards Noah, who signaled for the little girl to run as fast as she could. The girl nodded, before running away. However, as he did this, Noah did not realize the attack that the Crawdaunt had sent.
Waves of bubbles were sent to his Castform. Stratos was hit with them head-on, as it was pushed back a few feet. The sand was becoming wetter as a result of the attack, due to the water that was being released. The Crawdaunt smirked at the Castform's attempts to actually injure it, considering it was probably more powerful than it. Suddenly, Noah turned to see the battle that intensified.
"Stratos, try a Future Sight!" Noah commanded Stratos. Stratos once again floated high in the sky, before closing its eyes. The Castform was focusing its Psychic energy into the attack, and when it opened its eyes, they were blue with power. The Crawdaunt noticed this, and was prepared for anything Psychic. However, after a few moments, the blue energy was released into the air, and the Castform's eyes returned to normal.
I've probably done only a small bit of damage to that huge Pokémon...and that thing is strong enough to take down Stratos in a few turns. I can't give up though, right? It's not like it matters if I don't beat it, right? Noah thought to himself as Crawdaunt charged forward, opening it's pincers. The pincers clamped down on an unsuspecting Castform, causing a great deal of damage towards the Normal-type. Noah swore he almost saw the Pokémon cackle, which made him angry. The sand dissipated into clouds of dust as the Rogue Pokémon walked quickly and steadily. Suddenly, Noah took a deep breath, and Eric came out.
"Stratos, use Powder Snow on yourself, and then Tackle until it falls!" Eric ordered sadistically. Stratos released a frosty breath on itself, causing the Crawdaunt's pincer to lose its grip. The ice-covered Pokémon floated in the air, thankful for its freedom from the pincer. Then, it charged forward into the Rogue Pokémon, causing damage with the ice used as a battering ram. The Crawdaunt was being pushed back by the onslaught of the Castform's icy tackle, as it felt itself getting weaker, and weaker. However, it wasn't done yet; before the fifth tackle could occur, the Crawdaunt released a flurry of bubbles from one pincer, causing the ice on Stratos to melt. The Tackle attack was stopped, as Stratos held its ground.
That Crawdaunt won't know what hit him! This'll be fun to watch it suffer! Eric thought to himself as he bega to see Stratos float higher in the air. Suddenly, small blue balls surrounded the Crawdaunt in a sphere, while Eric looked on in understanding, still with a maniacal smirk plastered on his face. The spheres elongated into beams of energy, as they pummeled the unsuspecting Crawdaunt with a wave of attacks. Eric had remembered the Future Sight attack, and used the Powder Snow-Tackle combination just to stall for time. The Psychic energy hit the Rogue Pokémon many times, as it looked battered and beaten from the onslaught of attacks. Finally, it fell, causing a large puff of
However, Eric closed his eyes painfully, before Sol's personality replaced him. The changed personality opened his eyes, with a smile, as he noticed the Crawdaunt writhing with pain on the beach. The sand was now wet due to the Water-type attacks unleashed by the Rogue Pokémon, but Sol paid no mind to this, as he walked over to the Crawdaunt, just a few feet away. Without saying a word, Sol was now next to Stratos, as the two glanced at each other for a moment. Suddenly, Sol jumped back, and took out a Poké Ball, before letting Noah take over again. Unlike Eric, Sol knew that a Trainer's first Pokémon caught was important on the relationship between the two. Noah took over, as Sol took a deep breath, and noticed the Poké Ball.
Hopefully, this'll work...I would hate having Eric come out and steal my shot of getting my first Pokémon away from me... Noah thought to himself, as he took a regular deep breath, instead of one bringing out an alternate personality. He would have to thank Sol later. Noah glanced at the Poké Ball, before proceeding to capture the Crawdaunt on the sand.
"Go, Poké Ball!" Noah cried out with as much enthusiasm as he could muster, before throwing the Poké Ball in a parabolic shape. This caused the ball to land perfectly on the top of the star, opening it, as it enveloped the Crawdaunt in a light red beam. The Crawdaunt's figure was whisked away into the ball, as it closed tightly. The ball landed on the sand, before shaking. Noah counted to himself as the ball continued.
1...2...3... Noah thought to himself as the ball shook more vigorously. Noah clenched his fists as he wanted to catch the Rogue Pokémon. Badly. The ball continued to shake as Noah counted more in his head.
4...5...6...7... Noah knew from the email he had gotten from the Pokémon League that he had to wait a full ten seconds of shaking before it signified the capture. The ball was shaking even more vigorously, even
bouncing a little bit on the sand, causing more dust to fly up into the air. Noah felt like biting his nails; he
really wanted this Pokémon!
8...9... Noah thought to himself worriedly before the bouncing stop. He heard the ball click, as his face broke out into one of his very rare smiles that he never let anyone see. Noah picked up the Poké Ball, as the red top of the ball shimmered in the sun's rays. The pleasing sound of the Trainer's first capture always made a Trainer giddy on the inside, though Noah was prepared to be cynical about it. However, he decided to let loose and be happy for once. Despite this, he released the Pokémon from the ball, as it came out of the white laser released by the Poké Ball.
"Crawdaunt? Craw?" The Crawdaunt turned around wildly, before finding Noah standing above him. The Crawdaunt initially began to back away, before Noah squatted down, to reach eye-level with his Pokémon. Noah wanted to be friends with this Pokémon, as it couldn't hurt him; not like the way people did. Noah shocked the Pokémon by giving it a hug, and the Crawdaunt didn't refuse. After Noah released it from his embrace, he began to talk to it.
"I won't hurt you. You're like my family now. We'll need each other, and the only way we can do that is if we're on the same page. Okay?" Noah explained to the Rogue Pokémon, as it nodded. Noah smiled, before returning the Rogue Pokémon to its Poké Ball. Before leaving the beach, he looked at the sun once more, at it's brilliant radiance, and walked out of the area with a bit more pride.