Disclaimer: I don’t own pokemon. If I did, I wouldn’t be writing fanfic. Anyways, pokemon belongs to Nintendo…

Notes: <> indicates telepathy, ** indicates thoughts, italics indicates pokemon speech.

This is AU! Some OOC, some angst, darkfic, etc…

 

Lance is a girl. Age 26

Charlotte is a girl. Age 23

Ash is a boy. Age 22

Bob is a boy. Age 18

 

Title: Forgotten one

 

            I hate them.

            The three of them are always together… three guardians, three champions, whatever. But they’re always together. And I’m always alone.

            My name?

            You can call me Bob. I’m a dragon trainer. And this is my story…

 

 

            I have seen the past, as I have captured Serebii.

            So let me take you back to yesteryear…

 

            Lance was the firstborn child of our parents, Meredith and Thomas Vongard. She had blonde hair, with two red streaks in it, and the bluest eyes anyone had ever seen. My parents were so proud of her. She was their dream child. She had father’s eyes and mother’s hair, and the red streaks set off her face so perfectly. They were such a sweet, sweet, couple. Our parents, but they wanted a boy too. Still, she was their first child, and therefore unique and special, with their highest expectations. She was talented, and she had the Viridian power.

            What’s the Viridian power, you ask?

            The legend goes like this. Once every few years, a child is born in viridian forest possessing the special powers of that forest. And it just so happened that Lance was born in Viridian Forest, my parents, I mean, our parents, had been passing through when the contractions hit. So with the help of a Chansey my father was carrying, she was delivered right then and there, on the grassy floor.

            They called her ‘Lance’, because her eyes could pierce the hearts of all, in either a positive or negative way.

            As their first child, she got whatever she wanted. Oh, I’m not saying that she was a brat, because she wasn’t, in fact, she didn’t even like the fancy dresses and jewels they liked dressing her up in. She wore a simple, stylistic trainer’s uniform. A red jacket, black long-sleeved shirt, black pants, white knee boots with black designs on them, and her poke belt.

            Our parents purchased a Dratini for her.

            She became a fierce trainer, with a team of dragons. I never did find out how she got two more dragonair, a Gyrados, and an Aerodactyl. Aerodcatyls are extinct, for Pete’s sake! She even managed to get the rare Johto dragon pokemon. Kingdra. Ampharos. She added a Charizard to her team, and easily took the position of League Champion.

            Still, she was the first, and therefore special. I later found out how special… for she was the ice master of the triple guardianship.

           

            Their second child was born three years after Lance. Another girl. Our parents were rather disappointed, but resolved to make the best of the situation. She had black hair with blue streaks in it, and dark blue eyes. Yet, her affinity was for fire pokemon. Our father was very pleased, as he had an interest in some fire pokemon himself.

            They called her Charlotte. Because the name could be shortened to ‘Char’, I suppose. Her first pokemon was charmander.

            She hated water and darkness. Couldn’t stand to sleep without a night light, and never went swimming. Baths were viewed as a necessary evil.

            She even seemed like a fire pokemon!

            She enjoyed some of the luxuries of wealthy parents. She wore a more elaborate uniform, or maybe just more expensive. Dark blue jacket, trimmed with gold thread, black pants, white blouse, pure white knee boots, and her crisscrossed poke belt that held 18 poke balls.

            She headed out for the Cosmos league, since Lance already held Indigo. She became the champion, with her Charizard, Arcanine, Rapidash, Flareon, Ninetails, and Jolteon mowing down the opposition. And of course, she still had twelve other pokemon in reserve, no clue what most of them were, but I knew one was a rare steel type, Scizor.

            She was the second child, but she was still special. She was the fire master of the triple guardianship.

 

            Their third child… I still fume at the memory of him. He was born the year after Charlotte. They were thrilled.

            His name? Ashura.

            Of course, everyone just called him Ash. He had black hair with golden streaks in it, natural, not dyed! Our parents rejoiced! They finally had a boy! They threw the most elaborate party you can imagine, hundreds of guests, it lasted two weeks. Fancy food, no expense was spared. Even as a baby he was dressed only in the finest silk and velvet clothes. He had his own powers. He could heal or destroy at will. Even as a child, it was evident, although our parents ignored the destroying part and focused on the healing. Of course they would, thinking him too naïve to know what he was doing.

            He was excellent at manipulation.

            I honestly don’t know why they called him Ash. Maybe it was because of his hair?

            That’s not important.

            He had power that manifested itself. He could draw pokemon to him.

            Our parents were so pleased. They said it was the mark of a great trainer.

            They should have viewed it as the mark of a great cheater.

            Why should he be the only one with that power?

            And the most annoying thing was that he was humble. So you couldn’t hate him unless you forced yourself to.

            It really sucked.

            His first pokemon was Eevee! Those things were expensive and took months to hatch!

            It was really unfair. And I thought Lance getting a Dratini was bad.

            Why, you ask?
            He didn’t just get one Eevee. He got two.

            And to protect him, one day, they evolved into Espeon and Umbreon. The first ever recorded.

            He became famous instantly. And it didn’t help that he discovered other eevelutions. Rare, and he had the only documented ones, but he had them.

            He didn’t get swell headed, but having an older brother who was famous was really exhausting. The same is expected of you.

            And when you can’t do anything…

            It’s really annoying.

            Ash wore the fanciest clothes of all my siblings. Black silk pants that were somehow woven with energy strands so they were bullet-proof and pokemon-proof, with a dark blue streak down each leg, a red jacket of the same material, trimmed with gold braid, a black shirt with golden embroidery in mystical symbols woven on it, black boots, and black gloves. He had a custom-made poke belt after he became Johto league champion, with hundreds of poke balls on it. They looked like beads, eight strands and a flower charm with nine glass globes.

            If I had known what was in those globes and poke balls…

            He was like an unstoppable whirlwind in the Johto League. Umbreon, Espeon, Raichu, Pidgeot, Lapras, Bulbasaur, Charizard… there were too many to count.

            He became lightning master of the triple guardianship, youngest, yet the most powerful of all.

 

 

            You want to know why I hate them now. Well, part of it is the inferiority complex. But the other part is that they didn’t care about me. They were a trio, and only that.

            Always together, playing, laughing, crying, learning, training, fighting, loving…

            Was companionship too much to ask for?

            I have watched my own birth through the mists of time.

 

            I was born four years after Ashura. My parents had thought that by then they would be too old to bear children, and they hadn’t wanted another child, but somehow, they did not abort me.

            I suppose I should be thankful.

            I was born in the Saffron city hospital. Afterwards, my parents took me home, put me in the playroom they had decorated.

            The others didn’t even care that I was born. They just continued training their pokemon and playing.

            I didn’t realize I had siblings until I was four. We never saw each other. I had a nurse and two maids to take care of me, but no other companionship.

            I had been wandering the halls, having finally left the wing. I never ventured away from the playroom, so it was by pure chance that I wound up in the blue wing.

            I saw two other children; both dressed in black and white uniforms, having a pokemon battle. Having only watched them on T.V., I thought it was cool, so I sat and watched.

            One was using a Vulpix, but the other pokemon I had never seen before. It was a beautiful purple color, with a split tail, long ears, and a red jewel in its forehead.

            It was exciting, but it ended in a tie.

            “You’re good, Ash. I hope father lets us leave on our journeys together.”

            “Me too.”

            “It’s not for at least a year though…”

            They didn’t notice me. They chatted for a while, before they pulled out their Game boys and began a link battle.

            “Blastoise, use Protect!”

            “Jolteon, Thunderwave!”

            “Blastoise, try dig!”

            “Jolteon, return, Zapdos, go! Thunder!”

            I slowly drifted over, entranced. By the time the battle was over, I was leaning over the boy’s shoulder.

           

            When he noticed me, he scooted away. “Hey, Char, who’s this?”

            “Baka!” The girl scolded. “He must be Bob.”

            I don’t know why my parents named me Bob… it seems like such a stupid name.

            But I recognized my name, so I nodded. “Can I play with you?”

            I had forgotten that I was only four, I suppose.

            They looked offended and backed away. Suddenly, there was a flash of searing heat and they vanished from view.

            I ran back to my playroom, terrified.

 

            The next time I saw them was when I was six. My parents hadn’t let the media know about me, because frankly, compared to my siblings, I had not done anything. By this time, Lance was already a champion, Ash was well known for discovering the two eevelutions, and Charlotte was an expert on fire pokemon.

            I was only six! How could I have discovered anything or become a trainer without divine intervention?
            It was the sending off party for Ash and Charlotte. They were going together, even though Ash was only nine, but my parents paid for them to go.

            The party was long, and there was plenty of food. Ash and Charlotte both wore nervous grins, but were confident looking, with their new pokédexes and poke balls ready.

            I only saw them on T.V. after that. It was only about six months later, but the news came that Charlotte had won the Cosmos League championships. The youngest master in history…

            Of course, three months later, Ash somehow got the Johto Championship, so now he was the youngest.

            My parents expected me to do the same, so two years later, they sent me out, age ten, with a Squirtle as my starter pokemon.

            I couldn’t understand why I got a standard pokemon, instead of already having at least 3 pokemon, like them.

            Still, I tried my best! I really did! I did the Indigo League.

            So what if I didn’t know that Lance was related to me?

            I beat all the gym leaders, it took more than a year, almost three years, but I managed. I did not catch any extra pokemon; instead, I focused on my team. Blastoise. Seadra. Hitmonchan. Magmar. Dragonite. Electabuzz.

            I headed off to Indigo League to boot out the Elite four. At age thirteen now, I was cocky and confident.

            Electabuzz took care of Lorelei for me.

            Bruno was pretty hard. I had to use Dragonite, which I had been saving for the last trainer (Lance, but I didn’t know). It fainted after the battle.

            Against Agatha, I had no psychic types, so I used Blastoise and Magmar to slowly wear her ghosts down. Fortunately, I was allowed to heal before I fought the last trainer.

            The doors with the dragons carved in them slowly swung open.

 

            Lance was standing there. I didn’t know she was a girl, because of the cloak and the fact that she masqueraded as a boy.

            I didn’t even know we were related until the announcer announced it.

            “And now, the heated match between the two siblings, Lance with his team of dragons, and Bob, our newest rising star in Indigo!”

            I was shocked, but I sent out Electabuzz first.

            She sent out Gyrados. I laughed and ordered Electabuzz to use Thunder and make this quick. Instead, Gyrados threw out a bunch of little flying balls. They all hit Electabuzz and it fainted instantly.

            I later learned that it was called Hidden Power and my three siblings used it to their advantage all the time.

            Still, a bit fazed, I called out Seadra.

            Lance ordered Gyrados to use Thunderbolt. THUNDERBOLT! How could a water/flying type learn thunderbolt? It was so unfair!

            Seadra fell also.

            Feeling nervous, I swapped for Dragonite. A hyper beam took care of that annoying water serpent.

            Lance, unfazed, swapped for Dragonair.

            Dragonair let loose a Blizzard. Dragonite, being 4x weak to ice instead of 2x, was frozen solid.

            Frantic, I told it to use Fire Blast to break out.

            Lance whispered something to her dragonair and it nodded. The fire blast rid Dragonite of the ice and hit Dragonair, but it was reflected double back at Dragonite, fainting it.

            Mirror coat.

            So I called Hitmonchan and had it use Ice Punch. Dragonair was injured, so Lance recalled it.

            Aerodactyl popped out. With an order for Sky attack, it demolished my Hitmonchan.

            I had to use Magmar or Blastoise. I chose Blastoise. Aerodactyl was a rock type, right?

            And so it could learn Rock Slide… fortunately, Blastoise endured the hit, and a Hydro Pump took care of Aerodactyl.

            Lance was still smiling though. A flick of the wrist and a Kingdra popped out. I had no choice but to use Magmar. It fainted almost instantly.

            So much for honor…

 

            My parents were extremely disappointed. They didn’t disown me, but they never let up on the negative feelings.

            So I killed them.

            By this time, I was an angry teenager, with no inhibitions. I killed them in cold blood.

            But somehow, they found out and took me to jail.

            I finally broke out after five years.

            And now I’ll have my revenge!

            MWAHAHAHAHAHA!

 

 

Want a sequel? Tell me! Um… this doesn’t tie in with any of my already written fics yet, but I ought to write a timeline for this…

2/7/03 to 8/24/03

Sheesh, why is this POS so hard to write?