Tereee
The One Living in the 93rd Dimension
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I present to you my first fanfiction on this site, and somewhere around 20th overall. It must be noted that previous ones were rather crappy, as I never really thought of them as proper writing. Until now - I am putting my heart into this. I hope you enjoy...
Force and Power
Chapter One: A Strange Journey Begins
The young man smiled calmly as a knock came at his door. For one of his position, he was younger than one might expect, but never the less, he was powerful and well-position. Surprisingly so. "Enter." He called.
The person entered, and did not look entirely pleased. But that was due to genetics less then mood; and the mood of this person could rarely be gleaned with any accuracy due to an injury he had suffered nearly a decade ago.
"Take a seat, Mr. Abuceon."
"Gladly." Abuceon said, sitting down. "Has our mole in the Inquisition found anything of interest?"
The young man smiled genially. "As you may have expected, unfortunately not. They are planning something, but my mole doesn't have the position to find out what."
Abuceon gave the smallest tilt of the head – it was indeed expected and Mr. Abuceon was not surprised in the slightest. "Any young Trainers starting out soon?" Abuceon asked.
"Several." Monitoring the influx of new Trainers had become quite important after witnessing the downfall of Team Magma and Team Aqua, who had not only nearly succeeded with each of their plans at the same time, but nearly destroyed Hoenn AND lost to a boy of 14 named Brendan. "You know the old adage. Hope for the best; prepare for the worst. Trainer season is coming soon, and we don't want to get caught up in the midst of it."
"Indeed we do not." Abuceon said vaguely. It was a trademark of Abuceon; to sound vague and uninterested. However, behind the veneer of disinterest lay an intelligent mind. "Have the members be a bit more careful and subtle. We don't want a repeat of Team Magma and Aqua, do we?"
"No we do not." The young man said, the picture of passiveness. "I shall alert our mole to the need for information."
"See to it that you do." Abuceon said coldly.
"Dismissed, Mr. Abuceon." The young man said. Abuceon nodded.
Quisen Abuceon was a former manager of the Pokemon League nearly a decade ago. At the time, tensions between the Pokemon League and the Lumus Organization were rather tense, and in a very nasty action, they managed to plant a bomb in the man's car. The resulting detonation burned off nearly half his face.
The surgical reconstruction was largely unsuccessful, only managing to keep some blurred vision on the left eye. Abuceon had retained a permanent scowl and eyes that would tell nothing.
Despite the grisly past, Abuceon remained active in the grayer area of life, working most closely with the young man and his organization, the Glass Society.
Trainer season was coming, the Inquisition was planning something... a quiver ran down the man's spine. He was excited; it was these parts of life that really excited him.
And at the moment, Mateo was sleeping in... again. For some unknown reason, Mateo rarely ever woke up at 9:30. No, somewhere around 10:35 was normal, although some days he'd wake up as late as 12:45.
And today was no exception. He had woken up early the day before, mistakenly – in a moment of flighty confusion that was all too typical of Mateo – and in confusion had thought that it was that day the Professor would arrive.
Alas, the Professor was due to arrive the next day. And so Mateo Antis slept long and deep that day.
At least, he slept until Quade burst in, intent on waking Mateo up (with Mateo's mother's blessings). "Mateo!" Quade called, taking a seat upon Mateo's bed and shaking him. One of Mateo's eyes blearily opened. "Mmmm." Mateo said in a vague noise that could only be a sound produced by Mateo's vocal cords, a sound which had no proper word of description.
"Get up! You're missing your Pokemon!" Quade said again, hoping that would wake him up.
"Mmmmm?" This time it had a vaguely questioning sound to it.
Quade sighed and shook Mateo gently again. "Get up, Mateo! Otherwise the Professor will leave without giving you a Pokemon, and you'll have to wait till next year. I've already got mine; an Anorith of all luck."
Mateo finally sat up, casting a look around the room dully, eyes bleary. Finally, he looked straight at Quade. "Get off my bed."
Quade got off. "Good to see you awake."
"I should hope so." Mateo grumbled, getting up. "Give me some time to get ready."
"So, what was that about the Professor?" Mateo asked finally.
Quade raised his eyebrows. "You missed it. I got an Anorith. You might get lucky if you hurry."
"Hurry I will." Mateo said, leaving. A few seconds later, his head popped back in the doorway. "Which way is it?"
"Go to Lem Street. It'll be the building with the large sign that says 'Pokemon Professor Inside, Beginning Trainers Get Your Pokemon Here' in a bright font."
"Thanks." Mateo said, leaving again at a brisk pace. He took a left upon Honoria Avenue and then a right upon Blueburn Boulevard before sliding into one of Slateport's many alleyways.
Unfortunately for him, it was in one of those alleyways that a bully lie in wait, one that Mateo was quite familiar with, Ray Gouse, and his cronies.
Ray marched forward arrogantly, looking down upon Mateo. "Hello, Ray. What can I do for you?" Mateo asked politely.
"Go back home." Ray said. "You're late, cloudhead. The Professor's leaving, and you won't be getting a Pokemon. Maybe next year... if you're lucky."
Ray's cronies snickered, as if Ray had said something clever (which Mateo doubted very much.)
"Plenty of people turn up late. I'm just one of them. The Professor will be used to it, will have a Pokemon, and will have one for me." Mateo said. "And, I'm hardly a cloudhead. For one, I'm not tall enough. Nor am I a mountain. And anyway, being a mountain would be terribly boring. Do I look like my head reaches the clouds?" Mateo continued, turning his eyes up pointedly.
"And stupid." Ray sneered. "Come here you little-" Ray said, raising a fist and aiming it at Mateo, who jumped out of the way.
"I'd say it was nice to see you, but it wasn't." Mateo told him. "I'm off to get a Pokemon."
And once again Mateo was off, soon arriving out of the alleyway and taking a sharp right, continuing onwards before taking another right onto Lem Street. He soon located the building and grinned when he realized it was the right one.
Still grinning, he went inside. "Hello? Professor Birch?" Mateo called, looking around. The building wa smostly empty; though there were vague noises behind one door. "Hello?" Mateo called louder.
The door burst open, Professor Birch was inside, and seemed to be packing.
"Are you Professor Birch?" Mateo asked, knowing who it was but requiring confirmation anyway.
The man nodded. "Morning. Are you a Pokemon Trainer?"
Mateo shook his head. "Not yet. Do you have a Pokemon?"
Professor Birch frowned. "Let me look." Professor Birch once again disappeared into the room and, after a few moments, had a PokeBall.
"Catch." Birch tossed the PokeBall to Mateo, who barely managed to catch it. Birch grinned. "That's the last Pokemon I have. You're lucky someone else didn't arrive before you."
Mateo nodded gratefully, watching the PokeBall, overjoyed at getting a Pokemon at last. "What's inside?"
"An Abra." Birch grinned. "Careful though. Abra's are a bit fickle."
Mateo nodded in agreement, not really listening.
Birch chuckled, having seen it several times before. "You'd best get back to your home and pack some supplies. Pokemon Training can be dangerous."
Mateo made a noise of agreement and let out the Abra. Birch's eyes widened and he quickly shut the door. Ignoring it, Mateo made to introduce himself. "Hello, Abra. I am your new Trainer, Mateo Antis."
The Abra blinked at him. Mateo interpreted it as a good sign and continued. "And you, my small friend, will be travelling with me across Hoenn."
Abra's eyes widened and the Pokemon teleported. Unfortunately, Abra had little skill with Teleport and managed to arrive right next to Mateo.
"You're going to need a name." Mateo thought, running a list of potential names through his head, completely ignoring the Abra's frantic attempts at teleporting out of there (unsuccessfully) until he finally arrived at a name he thought was quite good. "How about Blair?"
Abra looked at Mateo with a horrified expression.
"I thought not. Elderberry?"
Abra began to hit itself on the head at the very idea of the name.
"Pace?"
Abra thought about it for a moment before shaking his head.
Mateo thought some more. "Colin?" And then a few seconds later: "Not Colin, not Colin!"
Professor Birch poked his head out. "Can you please leave? You're cluttering the building."
"So I am." Mateo realized. "Come, Cerilio!"
Abra cast a pleading glance to Professor Birch who shook his head and mouthed 'He's your Trainer now.' Not that Abra understood that.
"You shall be called Seth."
Abra considered for a moment and decided that he actually liked it.
Mateo smiled, interpreting it as a confirmation. "Henceforth, ye be dubbed Seth, the Abra, of the ownership of myself, Mateo Antis."
Abra had realized that Mateo was quite quirky.
Mateo had realized that Abra liked his name.
And thus a very strange tale of Trainer and Pokemon began in Slateport City, set to cross the entirety of Hoenn.
Force and Power
Chapter One: A Strange Journey Begins
The young man smiled calmly as a knock came at his door. For one of his position, he was younger than one might expect, but never the less, he was powerful and well-position. Surprisingly so. "Enter." He called.
The person entered, and did not look entirely pleased. But that was due to genetics less then mood; and the mood of this person could rarely be gleaned with any accuracy due to an injury he had suffered nearly a decade ago.
"Take a seat, Mr. Abuceon."
"Gladly." Abuceon said, sitting down. "Has our mole in the Inquisition found anything of interest?"
The young man smiled genially. "As you may have expected, unfortunately not. They are planning something, but my mole doesn't have the position to find out what."
Abuceon gave the smallest tilt of the head – it was indeed expected and Mr. Abuceon was not surprised in the slightest. "Any young Trainers starting out soon?" Abuceon asked.
"Several." Monitoring the influx of new Trainers had become quite important after witnessing the downfall of Team Magma and Team Aqua, who had not only nearly succeeded with each of their plans at the same time, but nearly destroyed Hoenn AND lost to a boy of 14 named Brendan. "You know the old adage. Hope for the best; prepare for the worst. Trainer season is coming soon, and we don't want to get caught up in the midst of it."
"Indeed we do not." Abuceon said vaguely. It was a trademark of Abuceon; to sound vague and uninterested. However, behind the veneer of disinterest lay an intelligent mind. "Have the members be a bit more careful and subtle. We don't want a repeat of Team Magma and Aqua, do we?"
"No we do not." The young man said, the picture of passiveness. "I shall alert our mole to the need for information."
"See to it that you do." Abuceon said coldly.
"Dismissed, Mr. Abuceon." The young man said. Abuceon nodded.
Quisen Abuceon was a former manager of the Pokemon League nearly a decade ago. At the time, tensions between the Pokemon League and the Lumus Organization were rather tense, and in a very nasty action, they managed to plant a bomb in the man's car. The resulting detonation burned off nearly half his face.
The surgical reconstruction was largely unsuccessful, only managing to keep some blurred vision on the left eye. Abuceon had retained a permanent scowl and eyes that would tell nothing.
Despite the grisly past, Abuceon remained active in the grayer area of life, working most closely with the young man and his organization, the Glass Society.
Trainer season was coming, the Inquisition was planning something... a quiver ran down the man's spine. He was excited; it was these parts of life that really excited him.
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Elsewhere in the region of Hoenn, in Slateport City, a number of young trainers were preparing to receive their first Pokemon. However, perhaps the most important of these is Mateo Antis and his friendly rival, Quade Cossineau. And at the moment, Mateo was sleeping in... again. For some unknown reason, Mateo rarely ever woke up at 9:30. No, somewhere around 10:35 was normal, although some days he'd wake up as late as 12:45.
And today was no exception. He had woken up early the day before, mistakenly – in a moment of flighty confusion that was all too typical of Mateo – and in confusion had thought that it was that day the Professor would arrive.
Alas, the Professor was due to arrive the next day. And so Mateo Antis slept long and deep that day.
At least, he slept until Quade burst in, intent on waking Mateo up (with Mateo's mother's blessings). "Mateo!" Quade called, taking a seat upon Mateo's bed and shaking him. One of Mateo's eyes blearily opened. "Mmmm." Mateo said in a vague noise that could only be a sound produced by Mateo's vocal cords, a sound which had no proper word of description.
"Get up! You're missing your Pokemon!" Quade said again, hoping that would wake him up.
"Mmmmm?" This time it had a vaguely questioning sound to it.
Quade sighed and shook Mateo gently again. "Get up, Mateo! Otherwise the Professor will leave without giving you a Pokemon, and you'll have to wait till next year. I've already got mine; an Anorith of all luck."
Mateo finally sat up, casting a look around the room dully, eyes bleary. Finally, he looked straight at Quade. "Get off my bed."
Quade got off. "Good to see you awake."
"I should hope so." Mateo grumbled, getting up. "Give me some time to get ready."
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After a fair twenty minutes in which Mateo proceeded to eat breakfast, take a shower, and get dressed, he finally emerged. He wore a dark blue coat without a hood, and the collar was slightly crooked. Underneat it was a lighter blue shirt. He chose a tasteful dark green jeans to where to complement it, and the shoes were a dark red. All in all, a distinctive look."So, what was that about the Professor?" Mateo asked finally.
Quade raised his eyebrows. "You missed it. I got an Anorith. You might get lucky if you hurry."
"Hurry I will." Mateo said, leaving. A few seconds later, his head popped back in the doorway. "Which way is it?"
"Go to Lem Street. It'll be the building with the large sign that says 'Pokemon Professor Inside, Beginning Trainers Get Your Pokemon Here' in a bright font."
"Thanks." Mateo said, leaving again at a brisk pace. He took a left upon Honoria Avenue and then a right upon Blueburn Boulevard before sliding into one of Slateport's many alleyways.
Unfortunately for him, it was in one of those alleyways that a bully lie in wait, one that Mateo was quite familiar with, Ray Gouse, and his cronies.
Ray marched forward arrogantly, looking down upon Mateo. "Hello, Ray. What can I do for you?" Mateo asked politely.
"Go back home." Ray said. "You're late, cloudhead. The Professor's leaving, and you won't be getting a Pokemon. Maybe next year... if you're lucky."
Ray's cronies snickered, as if Ray had said something clever (which Mateo doubted very much.)
"Plenty of people turn up late. I'm just one of them. The Professor will be used to it, will have a Pokemon, and will have one for me." Mateo said. "And, I'm hardly a cloudhead. For one, I'm not tall enough. Nor am I a mountain. And anyway, being a mountain would be terribly boring. Do I look like my head reaches the clouds?" Mateo continued, turning his eyes up pointedly.
"And stupid." Ray sneered. "Come here you little-" Ray said, raising a fist and aiming it at Mateo, who jumped out of the way.
"I'd say it was nice to see you, but it wasn't." Mateo told him. "I'm off to get a Pokemon."
And once again Mateo was off, soon arriving out of the alleyway and taking a sharp right, continuing onwards before taking another right onto Lem Street. He soon located the building and grinned when he realized it was the right one.
Still grinning, he went inside. "Hello? Professor Birch?" Mateo called, looking around. The building wa smostly empty; though there were vague noises behind one door. "Hello?" Mateo called louder.
The door burst open, Professor Birch was inside, and seemed to be packing.
"Are you Professor Birch?" Mateo asked, knowing who it was but requiring confirmation anyway.
The man nodded. "Morning. Are you a Pokemon Trainer?"
Mateo shook his head. "Not yet. Do you have a Pokemon?"
Professor Birch frowned. "Let me look." Professor Birch once again disappeared into the room and, after a few moments, had a PokeBall.
"Catch." Birch tossed the PokeBall to Mateo, who barely managed to catch it. Birch grinned. "That's the last Pokemon I have. You're lucky someone else didn't arrive before you."
Mateo nodded gratefully, watching the PokeBall, overjoyed at getting a Pokemon at last. "What's inside?"
"An Abra." Birch grinned. "Careful though. Abra's are a bit fickle."
Mateo nodded in agreement, not really listening.
Birch chuckled, having seen it several times before. "You'd best get back to your home and pack some supplies. Pokemon Training can be dangerous."
Mateo made a noise of agreement and let out the Abra. Birch's eyes widened and he quickly shut the door. Ignoring it, Mateo made to introduce himself. "Hello, Abra. I am your new Trainer, Mateo Antis."
The Abra blinked at him. Mateo interpreted it as a good sign and continued. "And you, my small friend, will be travelling with me across Hoenn."
Abra's eyes widened and the Pokemon teleported. Unfortunately, Abra had little skill with Teleport and managed to arrive right next to Mateo.
"You're going to need a name." Mateo thought, running a list of potential names through his head, completely ignoring the Abra's frantic attempts at teleporting out of there (unsuccessfully) until he finally arrived at a name he thought was quite good. "How about Blair?"
Abra looked at Mateo with a horrified expression.
"I thought not. Elderberry?"
Abra began to hit itself on the head at the very idea of the name.
"Pace?"
Abra thought about it for a moment before shaking his head.
Mateo thought some more. "Colin?" And then a few seconds later: "Not Colin, not Colin!"
Professor Birch poked his head out. "Can you please leave? You're cluttering the building."
"So I am." Mateo realized. "Come, Cerilio!"
Abra cast a pleading glance to Professor Birch who shook his head and mouthed 'He's your Trainer now.' Not that Abra understood that.
"You shall be called Seth."
Abra considered for a moment and decided that he actually liked it.
Mateo smiled, interpreting it as a confirmation. "Henceforth, ye be dubbed Seth, the Abra, of the ownership of myself, Mateo Antis."
Abra had realized that Mateo was quite quirky.
Mateo had realized that Abra liked his name.
And thus a very strange tale of Trainer and Pokemon began in Slateport City, set to cross the entirety of Hoenn.
