Pokémon Soul

Chapter 1 - Calm

A short, brown-skinned teen with short dreads wearing a school uniform consisting of a tucked in cardigan with a vest over it and some khaki shorts, walks into a fancy, black, sleek looking car, annoyed. "History is so boring... I learned the exact same thing at my last school." A holographic phone soars straight out of his pocket and into his lap. "Can't I just get homeschooled? This is so... Draining... Or whatever the word is."

"Listen, you're like... 16 or something? Pretty sure you need high school for college." A tall, light-skinned woman wearing a white, glittery dress with long butterfly locs responds, fixing herself in the car mirror before starting to drive. "Plus I do NOT have the time for allat."

He scrolls the phone, looking for a video on pokétube to watch. "But like... If I'm gonna keep swapping schools what's the point of it?"

"Boy, no means NO." His mom says, glaring at him in the front mirror while drinking some water out of a metal water bottle.

"Fine." Daxon rolls his eyes and clicks on a podcast before reclining the seat of the car.

"L bozo. I could never let my mom talk to me like that. You really are a pu-"

"Shut up Oliver." Daxon says, glaring at the phone. He looks out the window to see the beautiful city of Tropicova. A diverse city that combined the elements of tropics and futurism perfectly. Minimalistic skyscrapers with holographs exuding from them. Beautiful greenery in every direction, fruits, palm trees and beautiful lush beaches. Busy streets and urban life combined with serene ponds, islands just in eye view, and cascading waterfalls made this city one of the best cities in the entire Verdera region to make a home. Daxon was very unimpressed at what he was looking at.

Shortly, the pretty car arrives in a driveway to a modern, monochrome, sleek looking house that was the epitome of minimalistic beauty. Small fish Pokémon swam through the water surrounding the shimmering, almost transparent water, that the dancing sunlight made even more gorgeous. The three make it inside and are greeted to a buff, tall, dark-skinned man with a styled, mini afro wearing a tuxedo with waves incorporated into the design.

"Finally, you're home! Oh, hey little man!" The man says to Daxon's mom and him. "So... Red Clauncher right?"

"Mhm... you actually remembered the place for once..." They both exchange some playful banter before looking at Daxon. "Remember, we're coming late at night so take care of the otters. Also don't forget to-"

"I know I know, don't let Oshawott out of my sight." He says, rolling his eyes and walking into the expensive looking all black kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water.

"No... I was gonna say take care of Oshin..." His mom responds, stopping at the door and raising an eyebrow.

"That too I guess. I've got it covered don't worry..."

"Okay "Daxie"... There's some leftover noodles in the fridge for you and Oshin. DO NOT put it in for five minutes this time. About damn ready to burn the house down.." She mutters before kissing Daxon on the forehead and walking to the door. "BE SAFE AND DON'T OPEN THE DOOR FOR ANYONE!"

"Bye mom! Bye dad!" He yells before the door shuts and the room is silent. He puts on some earbuds from his pocket and walks into a  fancy, monochrome living room with a tv three times as big as an average one. Right in front of the TV, a toddler with a white blouse and blue skirt and wearing pretty bubble braids crawls around, playing with toys and watching a show called "Cocrabbimelon".