Skayne [A pokemon romance, SLASH WARNING] [PG-16]

[Skarlet]

Credit goes to DuckyTC as well as myself for her help. This is a project that will take place predominantly on deviantART, however, I will post episodes here.

 

Note: This Fan-fiction does contain SLASH: That is, homosexual romantic content. If this offends you, DO NOT READ this fan fiction.

 

 

[spoiler=Skayne: Prelude]

 

Skarlet's eyes slowly opened, then quickly closed again as the almost sickening warmth of the sun poured down upon him, his dark curtains offering him little protection. But while normally, he'd have grumbled and moaned, Skarlet almost jumped to his feet, excited. This was the day he'd spent the last 13 years waiting for, He'd finally get his first Pokemon. He sat up in the double bed he was lucky enough to have, it was almost 'girly' in appearance, purple bedclothes adorned it, and the pillows were very slightly frilled around the edges. Skarlet stood, and peered around his room. Every inch of it's white wall was seemingly covered in pictures of musicians that according to anyone you could ask 'only emos could like'. And more importantly to the boy, posters of famous contestants and signed replica contest ribbons.

He trod across the soft, purple carpet that matched his bedclothes to a tee. He threw the poster-covered doors of his closet open. In his excitement he grabbed a pair of his signature red skinny-legged jeans and slid them readily over the black boxers that were his sleepwear. Skarlet turned to the full-length mirror that hung on the inside of the door. His hair was a frightful mess, the red of his fringe standing out on bizarre angles, his jeans however looked good on him, accepting this, he reached for the wrack that hang on the other door, removing a belt and several chains. He slid the belt in around his waist, adjusting it several times lining the buckle up perfectly with the fly. Some would call Skarlet a bit obsessive over little things like this, and they'd probably be right, he was very absorbed with his physical appearance. He clipped each chain to his pants with care, particularly his favorite. A long silver chain with a large heart shaped pendent of similar silver with a black stone of the same shape embedded in it. Staring into the mirror, satisfied to a degree, Skarlet reached for his shirt. It was his a long sleeved black shirt that sat almost skin tight against his body, it had no collar and was opened by a gritty, yet appealing zipper. Skarlet had soon finished dressing and was prepared to leave.

 

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The boy wound his way through the streets of his home town of Saffron City, many people looking as his red and white heeled boots fell on the stones of the foot path. Skarlet had chosen to adopt the 'emo' look knowing that this would be his fate. He didn't mind people looking at him, in fact he saw it as a triumph, he was different and he was proud of that. To Skarlet, turning heads was never a bad thing. And he was glad to be seen as unique. The boy was paying very little attention to where he was actually going, he was too excited about what would happen when he got there! His very first Pokemon was waiting there for him! It was that lack of attention that caused Skarlet to not only miss his destination, but to stub his to on the mailbox of the breeder's neighbor. Skarlet cursed rather loudly before turning, feeling both stupid, and and excited, almost to the point of being sick with anticipation. He'd arrived he was mere moments away from obtaining his first pokemon. He approached the quaint little house, its white-painted wooden walls, he knew, contained an Eevee for him. What Skarlet didn't know these walls contained was true love. Yes, this was a fateful day by his own design, but Skarlet couldn't possibly have foretold what would happen this morning. The boy approached the door to the house, his finger slowly descended, pressing into the doorbell, he was almost nervous, for a reason he couldn't identify for the life of him, as the bell rung out, the sound of a litter of Eevee pups responded, it was among the cutest things Skarlet had ever heard. He let out a sigh, feeling content already as he heard foot steps approaching the elegantly carved and painted wooden door. Skarlet's smile had seldom, if ever been wider as the breeder opened the door to her warm, well-maintained home.

 

"Good morning. Why, don't you look... Interesting?" The woman's hesitation was clear and pointed. She didn't approve of Skarlet's attire, but few people did. Skarlet simply beamed up at the woman and answered softly.

"I try ma'am, now, My name's Skarlet. I'm here about an Eevee, is there a chance you could show them to me?" The woman seemed almost reluctant, but eventually she stepped to the side, revealing to Skarlet, the pristine white walls adorned with pictures of younger people, presumably relatives, and of the woman's prize-winning Eevees. Skarlet noticed that there were multiple pairs of shoes by the door, including one pare of Converse sneakers. They were of a size similar to his own boots, which he was now removing without the prompting of the elderly woman, who seemed surprised, she removed the thick glasses from her face and rubbed at them, before re-fitting them over her button nose. The woman was a former coordinator many years ago, and her body would have once been very fitting for the job, it was a stark reminder to Skarlet that he wouldn't be a star coordinator forever, if he even managed to follow his dream at all.

"This way then, follow me." Skarlet obeyed, his heart-rate had increased slightly with anticipation, to think that just down this hallway with it's soft white carpet was a room containing his new companion, the Pokemon that would not only keep him company and be a friend when he didn't deserve one, but also help him launch his coordinating career. The woman walked at a snail's pace, her legs obviously weak with age, but eventually they arrived at the other end of the hall, where her slender, bony fingers gripped the doorknob, these were perhaps the final few seconds of a chapter in Skarlet's life. The door swung open and the sight before Skarlet had him immediately captivated. The yapping of easily the cutest Eevee in the room in Skarlet's opinion, a tiny, blue-eyed female, set the tone, there was an urgency to her bark as she stood on her hind legs struggling to balance, and nearly tripping over her unusually bushy tail. An adorable boy with a shock of vivid blue hair sporting a pair blue jeans, a white shirt of cradled another Eevee in his arms, it was a scruffy little male, its ears larger then usual. The female, who Skarlet had already chosen pawed up at him, clearly missing her brother. Skarlet wasted no time and moving next to the boy and scooping up the little female, holding her next to her brother, they happily nipped and played, immediately cheering up. "Hi, I'm Skarlet, and I think I'm naming this little one Angel." The nerves were obvious in Skarlet's speech, he was anything but a social butterfly. The boy tucked his Eevee under one arm and smiled back to Skarlet, he extended his hand, Skarlet tucked Angel away in the same manor and the two boys shook hands, to Skarlet, it just screamed. "Yes!" almost like he was meant to know this boy, like the meeting was fate. And that it was.

"Rayne" the response came to Skarlet's ears and ran through his mind, if a thought could ever be described as 'warm' then this was a warm thought, it was, intriguing, it was special.

Returning his Eevee to the ground, he approached the breeder, produced his wallet and quickly handed over the money to the woman. She took it and greedily counted every cent before nodding approvingly. Skarlet turned, seeing the two Eevees belonging to himself and Rayne frolicking and playing together, to the exclusion of the three other Eevee pups. It was absolutely gorgeous, Skarlet couldn't wipe the smile off his face if he had tried. He turned his beaming eyes to Rayne, and slowly spoke with a tone laced with unexplainable affection. "So, what are you doing now? I think these little fellas could do with some more time together, they love each other so much."

 

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The boys sat happily together in a local park, the sky was clear, the sun was shining, it was hot, but the boys had retreated to the shade of a tall pine tree, many Pidgeys whistled away happily in the tree, Skarlet couldn't comprehend why, but this just felt like it was meant to be. He looked over to Rayne who was focused on the playful Eevees chasing one-another around trees. Ranye looked adorable to Skarlet, fashionable, unique, and compellingly handsome. As Rayne turned head to face Skarlet, Skarlet turned, blushing slightly to the Eevees. He didn't realise he was being met with a similar stare. In the few few hours they'd sat there, they'd learned interesting things about one another. Both were bought up in Saffron City since birth. Both seemed to have fears of judgment, While Skarlet was usually rather shy, Rayne was more outgoing. Skarlet was often too down, depressed, or simply un-motivated to do things, Rayne on the other hand was a self-professed "hyperactive" While some would see these things as clashing traits, Skarlet found the idea of it more like perfect contrast. There was definitely a connection, one that seed as though it was meant to be.

 

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They'd sat in the park for some 6 hours, and the sun had set on them. Now, Skarlet sat alone on his soft bed, this had been the best day of his life to date, his Eevee laid there curled, slumbering, nestled in amongst his purple pillows. Skarlet stared out his window at the full moon. He closed his eyes, and let out a happy sigh, this was the first day of forever.

 

 

Note: due to the site's rules, I may not be able to post every episode of Skayne as it is written, due to mature content. However, I will advise fans when such an episode is written, when this does happen, you'll find that episode here

 

I'm open to critisism, but any homophobic comments on this thread will result in negative reps, the amount of said reps will be variable depending on what exactly is said.

[Weather Report - Stand]

Well, honestly, I don't think that this would ever be the best place to post this type of story, thanks to the thousands of eight year-olds running around who don't understand what Slash is (but lovez them sum pokemonz), but it's a great thing that you caught that yourself.

 

Anyways, I would say something about the quality of the story itself if I could read it, and I can't thanks to the sheer size of these fat paragraphs. Seeing them is discomforting! It burns my eyes!

 

On the plus side though, I was looking forward to finding a noobish member and drilling them for horrible grammar and stuff, which you don't SEEM to have too much of. Ha, the last time I saw a romance on this site of any kind, it was the most self-masturbatory piece of fiction I'd ever seen with self-inserts, Chazz Princeton and Shaman King anywhere! Oh, the memories...

 

Where was I? Oh yeah. Don't think you'll get much acclaim on this site, but you could trim down the paragraphs a bit. Thanks, bye mister!

[bury the year]

Slash with a PG rating is an oxymoron. Kindly change it especially if you're linking to possibly-mature content.

[Skarlet]

Noted. as for paragraph size, I'll break them down when I get time. I understand that YCM Probably isn't the best place possible, however, I feel that the kids will probably look at the warning and decide against reading it. well, with any luck. If not, then I'll happily take full responsibility.

[Pichu]

There is Weather Reports, Foe Fiction, and Phantom's Divination's. These topics showed us that we have great, good, and terrible writers here on YCM. But now there is a new review topic. As a Pokemon will review FanFics. Pichu's reviews. A new generation of reviewing has come.

 

My next review contains SLASH.

 

Note: This Fan-fiction does contain SLASH: That is' date=' homosexual romantic content. If this offends you, DO NOT READ this fan fiction.[/size']

 

That also means that you shouldn't read this review if this offends you. Now we must start.

 

Skayne: Prelude

 

Skarlet's eyes slowly opened, then quickly closed again as the almost sickening warmth of the sun poured down upon him, his dark curtains offering him little protection. But while normally, he'd have grumbled and moaned, Skarlet almost jumped to his feet, excited. This was the day he'd spent the last 13 years waiting for, He'd finally get his first Pokemon.

 

I hope we get some background behind Skarlet before the rest of the story. Is he in Kanto or Sinnoh? Is he getting a regular starter Pokemon?

 

He sat up in the double bed he was lucky enough to have, it was almost 'girly' in appearance, purple bedclothes adorned it, and the pillows were very slightly frilled around the edges.

 

As we see, Skarlet is a boy, but he's feminine.

 

Skarlet stood, and peered around his room. Every inch of it's white wall was seemingly covered in pictures of musicians that according to anyone you could ask 'only emos could like'.

 

Since I am emo, I know all these bands.

Panic at the Disco, Cobra Starship, 3OH!3, etc.

 

And more importantly to the boy, posters of famous contestants and signed replica contest ribbons.

He trod across the soft, purple carpet that matched his bedclothes to a tee. He threw the poster-covered doors of his closet open. In his excitement he grabbed a pair of his signature red skinny-legged jeans and slid them readily over the black boxers that were his sleepwear.

 

Skarlet also dresses emo. At this point it makes me wonder if he is emo.

 

Skarlet turned to the full-length mirror that hung on the inside of the door. His hair was a frightful mess, the red of his fringe standing out on bizarre angles,

 

Part of his hair is red. Skarlet reads emo all over. I see that Skarlet dresses some-what like me. I have purple hair over my eye.

 

his jeans however looked good on him, accepting this, he reached for the wrack that hang on the other door, removing a belt and several chains. He slid the belt in around his waist, adjusting it several times lining the buckle up perfectly with the fly.

 

EMO

 

Some would call Skarlet a bit obsessive over little things like this, and they'd probably be right, he was very absorbed with his physical appearance. He clipped each chain to his pants with care, particularly his favorite. A long silver chain with a large heart shaped pendent of similar silver with a black stone of the same shape embedded in it. Staring into the mirror, satisfied to a degree, Skarlet reached for his shirt. It was his a long sleeved black shirt that sat almost skin tight against his body, it had no collar and was opened by a gritty, yet appealing zipper. Skarlet had soon finished dressing and was prepared to leave.

 

We end the first part of this Chapter with Skarlet getting up and dressing like an emo. But is Skarlet emo? We need answers.

 

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The boy wound his way through the streets of his home town of Saffron City, many people looking as his red and white heeled boots fell on the stones of the foot path.

 

Background info! He is in Kanto! And he has emo shoes.

 

Skarlet had chosen to adopt the 'emo' look knowing that this would be his fate.

 

My question has been answered! He isn't emo!

 

He didn't mind people looking at him, in fact he saw it as a triumph, he was different and he was proud of that. To Skarlet, turning heads was never a bad thing. And he was glad to be seen as unique.

 

Skarlet is an outgoing boy! This makes this a FanFic worth reading!

 

The boy was paying very little attention to where he was actually going, he was too excited about what would happen when he got there! His very first Pokemon was waiting there for him! It was that lack of attention that caused Skarlet to not only miss his destination, but to stub his to on the mailbox of the breeder's neighbor. Skarlet cursed rather loudly before turning, feeling both stupid, and and excited, almost to the point of being sick with anticipation.

 

What Pokemon is the breeder breeding? We must find out!

 

He'd arrived he was mere moments away from obtaining his first pokemon. He approached the quaint little house, its white-painted wooden walls, he knew, contained an Eevee for him.

 

An Eevee! He is going to get a Eevee for a starter Pokemon!

 

What Skarlet didn't know these walls contained was true love. Yes, this was a fateful day by his own design, but Skarlet couldn't possibly have foretold what would happen this morning.

 

Since this has SLASH, I bet that Skarlet is going to fall in love with a boy.

 

The boy approached the door to the house, his finger slowly descended, pressing into the doorbell, he was almost nervous, for a reason he couldn't identify for the life of him, as the bell rung out, the sound of a litter of Eevee pups responded, it was among the cutest things Skarlet had ever heard.

 

If only it was little Pichu mice that responded....

 

He let out a sigh, feeling content already as he heard foot steps approaching the elegantly carved and painted wooden door. Skarlet's smile had seldom, if ever been wider as the breeder opened the door to her warm, well-maintained home.

 

An Eevee and true love? I must read on!

 

"Good morning. Why, don't you look... Interesting?" The woman's hesitation was clear and pointed.

 

We now have some dialogue in the story!

 

She didn't approve of Skarlet's attire, but few people did. Skarlet simply beamed up at the woman and answered softly.

"I try ma'am, now, My name's Skarlet. I'm here about an Eevee, is there a chance you could show them to me?" The woman seemed almost reluctant, but eventually she stepped to the side, revealing to Skarlet, the pristine white walls adorned with pictures of younger people, presumably relatives, and of the woman's prize-winning Eevees.

 

This woman takes care of her house nicely.

 

Skarlet noticed that there were multiple pairs of shoes by the door, including one pare of Converse sneakers.

 

Another emo-like guy!

 

They were of a size similar to his own boots, which he was now removing without the prompting of the elderly woman, who seemed surprised, she removed the thick glasses from her face and rubbed at them, before re-fitting them over her button nose.

 

We now find out that the woman is older.

 

The woman was a former coordinator many years ago, and her body would have once been very fitting for the job, it was a stark reminder to Skarlet that he wouldn't be a star coordinator forever, if he even managed to follow his dream at all.

 

A great motivator here! This let's everyone know to follow your dreams!

 

"This way then, follow me." Skarlet obeyed, his heart-rate had increased slightly with anticipation, to think that just down this hallway with it's soft white carpet was a room containing his new companion, the Pokemon that would not only keep him company and be a friend when he didn't deserve one, but also help him launch his coordinating career. The woman walked at a snail's pace, her legs obviously weak with age, but eventually they arrived at the other end of the hall, where her slender, bony fingers gripped the doorknob, these were perhaps the final few seconds of a chapter in Skarlet's life. The door swung open and the sight before Skarlet had him immediately captivated.

 

So he doesn't plan on being a trainer. Interesting....

 

The yapping of easily the cutest Eevee in the room in Skarlet's opinion, a tiny, blue-eyed female, set the tone, there was an urgency to her bark as she stood on her hind legs struggling to balance, and nearly tripping over her unusually bushy tail. An adorable boy with a shock of vivid blue hair sporting a pair blue jeans, a white shirt of cradled another Eevee in his arms, it was a scruffy little male, its ears larger then usual.

 

His Eevee and his gay love! WOW!

 

The female, who Skarlet had already chosen pawed up at him, clearly missing her brother. Skarlet wasted no time and moving next to the boy and scooping up the little female, holding her next to her brother, they happily nipped and played, immediately cheering up. "Hi, I'm Skarlet, and I think I'm naming this little one Angel." The nerves were obvious in Skarlet's speech, he was anything but a social butterfly. The boy tucked his Eevee under one arm and smiled back to Skarlet, he extended his hand, Skarlet tucked Angel away in the same manor and the two boys shook hands, to Skarlet, it just screamed. "Yes!" almost like he was meant to know this boy, like the meeting was fate. And that it was.

 

Skarlet: Dresses emo

Feminine

Bisexual

Lives in Kanto

 

"Rayne" the response came to Skarlet's ears and ran through his mind, if a thought could ever be described as 'warm' then this was a warm thought, it was, intriguing, it was special.

 

Skayne... I GET NOW! It's like SonAmy and KeroTama.

 

Returning his Eevee to the ground, he approached the breeder, produced his wallet and quickly handed over the money to the woman. She took it and greedily counted every cent before nodding approvingly. Skarlet turned, seeing the two Eevees belonging to himself and Rayne frolicking and playing together, to the exclusion of the three other Eevee pups. It was absolutely gorgeous, Skarlet couldn't wipe the smile off his face if he had tried.

 

It would be better if the Eevees were Pichus.

 

He turned his beaming eyes to Rayne, and slowly spoke with a tone laced with unexplainable affection. "So, what are you doing now? I think these little fellas could do with some more time together, they love each other so much."

 

Lucky the Eevees are boy and girl....

 

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The boys sat happily together in a local park, the sky was clear, the sun was shining, it was hot, but the boys had retreated to the shade of a tall pine tree, many Pidgeys whistled away happily in the tree,

 

Pidgeys don't whistle. They attack!

 

Skarlet couldn't comprehend why, but this just felt like it was meant to be. He looked over to Rayne who was focused on the playful Eevees chasing one-another around trees. Ranye looked adorable to Skarlet, fashionable, unique, and compellingly handsome. As Rayne turned head to face Skarlet, Skarlet turned, blushing slightly to the Eevees.

 

Two gay guys and their Eevees. What could be better? OWAIT! A lot.

 

He didn't realise he was being met with a similar stare. In the few few hours they'd sat there, they'd learned interesting things about one another. Both were bought up in Saffron City since birth. Both seemed to have fears of judgment, While Skarlet was usually rather shy, Rayne was more outgoing.

 

I thought I stated back in the first part of this review that Skarlet was outgoing....

 

Skarlet was often too down, depressed, or simply un-motivated to do things,

 

I swear in the begaining of this FanFic Yae said Skarlet was motivated and all that other crap!

 

Rayne on the other hand was a self-professed "hyperactive" While some would see these things as clashing traits, Skarlet found the idea of it more like perfect contrast. There was definitely a connection, one that seed as though it was meant to be.

 

Now what does Rayne look like? Is he emo-like like Skarlet?

 

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They'd sat in the park for some 6 hours, and the sun had set on them. Now, Skarlet sat alone on his soft bed, this had been the best day of his life to date, his Eevee laid there curled, slumbering, nestled in amongst his purple pillows.

 

He got his own Pokemon and a gay friend! I've had better days then that!

 

Skarlet stared out his window at the full moon. He closed his eyes, and let out a happy sigh, this was the first day of forever.

 

With this being the first SLASH FanFic I've ever read, I think this is a good story! I have no idea why Yae made this all bisexual-like. I will read more of this and I hope everyone else will too!

[Skarlet]

Uh, It's probably bisexual-like as you put it because I'm well... bisexual :p. But hey, I really appriciate your review. It's been getting looks on DA too, I'll be posting both Chapters 1 and 2 soon.

 

 

Also

 

- here's some things you're missing clearly

 

-Pidgeys are NOT violent pokemon by nature. This can be seen several times in the anime.

 

-Skarlet's usually not motivated. But hey, how would you feel if you were about to get your first pokemon. I dare say I'd be pretty excited, and I gotta tell you it tends to take a miracle to get me off my arse.

 

-Skarlet isn't outgoing, he doesn't talk to many people he usually isn't eager to meet people and you'll see that as the story progresses, however, he does love the looks people get him, he likes recognition. I mean I'm emo myself and personally, I LOVE it when people I don't know look at my hair and clothes in disgust. It means I'm turning heads, and that's great for me.

[Pichu]

YOU'RE BI! well it is your life!

 

I hate how people think emos are bad people...