Red Silver Hearts

Chapter 1: Meeting the handsome silver stranger

Sometimes I feel like Arceus secretly hates me.

I'm 17 years old, and I'm already at my lowest in life. I've prayed to Arceus everyday for one thing. Just one thing. To have my own Pokemon.

I could probably live without a boyfriend, money, or friends. But I'm sick of living life without a Pokemon partner.

If I had just one Pokemon by my side, I could die happily.

The only problem is that I'm a terrible Pokemon trainer.

Well, I shouldn't really call myself a trainer since I don't have a Pokemon. I enrolled in the stupid Trainer's Academy like everyone else. It used to be fun until my former best friend became a snotty backstabbing b**** and I flunked in almost every subject at school.

That is why I'm back in little ol' Littleroot in a deep wad of depression, anger, and anxiety. It really isn't fair that a prick like him gets to have a Pokemon.

My train of thought stops once I fall face-first on the ground. I groan, slowly getting up and wiping the dirt from my hair.

I notice I must have kicked my soccer ball too hard, and that's why I fell. I look around the area to see where my ball is now. My body instantly freezes when I see it peeking out from a patch of fall grass.

Shit. This is bad.

I know Mom and Dad told me to never go into tall grass if I don't have a Pokemon with me.

But I doubt something bad is going to happen if I just grab my ball right away.

With this in mind, I rush over and stomp all over the grass. I'm almost about to get it.

It turns out I underestimated the gravity of my parent's words when a trio of Taillow leapt out of the bushes and began pecking me with their sharp beaks. I cry in terror as I roll like a Sandshrew, covering my face so that they wouldn't poke my eyes out.

Okay yeah. The ball definitely wasn't worth it.

I endure their attack for several minutes. I continue to scream at the top of my lungs for someone to help me. Feeling faint from the blood loss, my eyes start to slacken. But I'm jolted back to reality when I suddenly hear someone's voice.

"Skarmory! Steel wing!"

After listening to some shrieks, the Taillow finally give up their assault. I hear them fly away. The ground shakes slightly as footsteps become louder. A warm hand rests upon my back, massaging small circles.

"It's okay. They're gone now," the voice gently says.

It takes me a few seconds until I finally look up and see a young man staring at me.

Scratch that. An extremely handsome young man. He's hot and icy as hell.

I'm interrupted from basking in his beauty when he moves closer to me.

"Oh goodness gracious," he says.

Of course someone as hot and fancy like him would say something like goodness gracious.

The handsome stranger squats down, lifts my arm up, and frowns when he sees cuts and gashes of blood on my skin. I wince not only because of the pain but also at how stupid I was for putting myself in danger like that.

"My, my. Those Taillow really did a number on you. What happened to your Pokemon?" he asks.

I blush, drooping my head down in shame. "I don't have any Pokemon."

The young man's eyes widen in shock as if he's never heard that sentence in his life. Now I use this opportunity to study the young man's appearance.