Cruel Yet Beautiful – Part 1
, Madeline! That’s how people in Kalos say ‘good morning.’ It’s time to get up!”
Ugh. Too early. I doze off again as soon as I hear Mom’s footsteps trailing down the stairs.
“Arceus, Maddy, I said to get up! Fletch, go make sure she stays awake, alright?”
This time I get no reprieve once Mom goes downstairs, because she’s sent her obnoxious little Fletchling to swoop in and bother me until I swat him away.
Okay, I take that back – Fletch isn’t obnoxious. It’s not his fault that Mom has trained him to nest in my hair every morning until I wake up. But like every other teenager, I find it hard enough to drag myself out of bed each morning already; sending in Fletch just makes me want to face the day even less.
Mom pokes her head up from the stairs and is relieved to see me out of bed. “Ah, so you’re up. Good morning, hon! I hope you’ll be more disciplined about waking up when you’re on your journey; after all, you’re the one who wanted it in the first place!”
That’s right. I have to be good at this.
My name is Madeline Maddox and I’m not sure whether I’m extremely lucky or extremely unfortunate right now.
You see, on one hand, I was accepted into the renowned Professor Sycamore’s very selective trainer program, which is why I’m here – in a new house, in a new region – in the first place. Kids from all sorts of places have applied for the chance to travel the Kalos region for the Professor and help with his research, so I guess I should be thankful for the opportunity.
On the other hand, I didn’t exactly go with my parents’ blessings. Both of them are pretty successful Trainers from Hoenn, so you’d think that if anything they’d want me to follow in their footsteps, but that isn’t the case.
Going on this journey was my choice, one that they aren’t exactly happy about. When I first told them that I wanted to go on my own Pokemon journey at age 16, I had expected approval, not discontent. Though I guess it’s a little understandable – surely most parents don’t want their kids to ditch high school only halfway through.
The way my mom phrased it is that she and Dad were just lucky. As fairly rebellious teens themselves, they had actually run away from home to start their journeys. They were each other’s rivals and best friends. I guess now that they’re parents, though, they see the adult perspective on the situation and don’t want me to follow suit.
Still, when they learned I had been accepted into Sycamore’s program, Mom and Dad decided to support me a little more. That’s why they bought a house in Kalos, and why I’m here now, about to start my journey.
But it won’t be easy. If I mess up, or get frustrated, or do anything wrong, this will just prove to them that I’m not ready for this. For my own sake, it has to be perfect.
When I go downstairs Mom is attempting to lug the couch into position in our living room. I run to help her.
“Thanks,” she breathes when I take the other end. Together we haul it into the center of our living room.
Mom and Dad are both fairly renowned Trainers from Hoenn. Having both challenged the Elite Four and almost become champions, they gained fame when they turned down the League’s offer of becoming Gym Leaders and instead chose to continue their travels and help others become Trainers. I wouldn’t say they’re famous enough to be considered celebrities, but they have reputations.
Mom stands and puts her hands on her hips, then looks around the living room with a contented sigh. “What do you think?”
We moved into the house just yesterday but already it looks mostly settled in. Just a few more boxes left to unpack, just a few more belongings to unload. Too bad I won’t actually be living in the house for a while, but at least I have my own room upstairs.
“It’s nice,” I say, which is true, though my mind is on more important matters. “Do we have anything to eat?”
“Not much, but there’s some granola bars in the cupboard. Once I run to the store we’ll actually have stuff to put in the refrigerator.”
I shuffle to the kitchen and grab a granola bar, and just as I’m shoving half of it into my mouth in one bite there’s a knocking sound on the front door.
“MOM I’mnawdrshyehgogeht.” I’m not dressed yet, go get it!
But Mom’s already in the other room, busy with more unpacking. “I can’t understand a word you’re saying. Just answer it!”
But I’m in my pink Pikachu PJs and there’s half of a granola bar in my mouth that I can’t possibly expect to swallow and—
I open the door. To be continued.
YOOOO hey guys welcome to Cruel Yet Beautiful
(or CYB for short!) This is my first time ever doing a nuzlocke and I'm pretty dang excited. Now that I've got all summer to work on this project I think it'll go by pretty smoothly and I'm really happy about that!
I said I would start on June 1 so that's what I'm doing dangit. However, I have camp counselor training today and yearbook stuff to do all this week so maybe the first few parts won't be updated as frequently as I thought, since I've made no progress on my buffer...but whatever man, I wanted to get this started!!
In case you couldn't tell, the chapters are going to be relatively short, which is why I'm thinking of them more as 'parts' than chapters. (Some will be longer than others but for the most part I'm going to try and keep them small.) For this reason there are going to be a LOT of parts to this story, but don't let that scare you off. I just wanted to make it more fun by adding illustrations and I felt like I should have less text per illustration, so that just means it'll take awhile longer to tell the story.
Anyway, enjoy! And please do tell me what you think. Pokemon X belongs to Nintendo blah
Writing and art belongs to me blah
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