Loving a Criminal

On the Road Again

Sorry that I haven't write much it's just I've been working on my science fair project! oh and I have boys chasing me and I find it really weird! Not to be bitchy about it but I'm just not use to it!
But I will tell you one thing:
BOYS ARE STUPID!!
(No offense to the very few sensitive nice ones!!) but I hope u guys keep reading! also comment what u think should b in the story! and VOTE!

(Saria's POV)

After battling tons of trainers that were all new beginners, I beat them all with Rarity! Me and her were the perfect team! We plowed through battles like a Snorlax at an all you can eat buffet!

Me and Rarity were walking into Accumula town, where I spotted a familiar black haired boy.

"Hey Cheren!" I shouted waving my hand. He turned around a little startled, he was standing at the back of a crowd. He waved back and then made a gesture that seemed like he wanted me to come to him.

I walked over to him to see what all the commotion was about. Standing on my tippy toes, I saw a man with green hair, red eyes, and something covering his right eye. Behind him were people in grey uniforms, their outfits resembling knights.

"Pokemon should be free! Not tortured by us humans! They need to be liberated! Pokemon have a voice that all of you cannot hear! THEY NEED TO BE LIBERATED!" He cried. The knights stomped their flags and staffs at the same time then immediately walking out of town.

The crowd watching dispeared as if nothin ever happened. Leaving me and Cheren standing there.

"You didn't hear the whole thing but he basically kept saying Pokemon need to be liberated and that humans are harming Pokemon. Which is not true!
Pokemon and humans live together in harmony! Sure some people are abusive but tht doesn't mean everyone should be punished!" Cheren exclaimed.

"I was thinking the exact same thing." I said. I have lived long enough to see that their are trainers who use Pokemon as if they are only tools. But he was right that Pokemon have a voice, but I don't think that they would want to be seperated from their trainers. Pokemon and trainers have a bond that is deeper than anything you could imagine.

"What an awful thing to say to people, to try a discourage them." Cheren said with balled fist.

I took his hand and opened his fist. "Yes it was but getting angry over it won't do anything. I have a bad feeling about this whole liberating Pokemon theory." I said, he slowly nodded his head. "Have you ever been to a Pokemon Center?" I asked. He shook his head, his eyes lighting up. I turned him around and pointed to the tall red building. "Your Pokemon must be tired, tell them your a new trainer an they'll explain everything."

He headed over waving back at me, "thanks!"

"No problem!" I waved goodbye. I stood there thinking about what the green haired man said. Liberating Pokemon? What would that do?

I took a step back, accidentally bumping ino someone's chest. "Oh sorry!" I quickly spun around, only to see a broad chest. I looked up to see the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. They stared back at me with a frightened expression but soon turned soft. I don't know how long I stared into their eyes until he waved his hands in front I my face, startling me. shaking my head and blinking I looked back up to see a tall boy with green mass of hair, a black/white baseball cap, fair skin, and forest green eyes.

He smirked, I shyly tucked my hair behind my ear. Then all of a sudden he walked away, right past me. I looked back but he disappeared out of thin air. Leaving me wonder where that handsome stranger had gone.

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(N's POV)

That girl, her crystal blue eyes, chocolate brown hair. Just thinking about her made my heart race. I peeked behind the grabage can that I hid behind and looked back at her. Her hair swishing back and forth as she searched for where I had run off to.

What was I feeling? All I could think about was her lips, her eyes, her body. Her angel like voice was heavenly. The way she tucked her hair behind her ear made me want to do it myself.

I don't know her, but I know I'm not worthy of her. But maybe ...
I could make her my queen.