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Orbs of Red and Blue

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Golden eyes opened slowly as a rather short-looking teen stirred among the assorted goods of the moving van. A light brown hand carded through short, simply cut hair. Gupta sighed a little, stretching his light build from where he had been sitting on the floor of the van. His black t-shirt rode up a little. The stiffness in his legs also made him regret wearing jeans. Moving like this was such a chore. He brushed a hand cautiously over his left ear. At least his earring wasn’t pulling too much.
Gupta blinked as the van came to an abrupt stop, the boxes packed in around him shaking a little.
‘This has got to breach some law somewhere,’ he thought to himself. It certainly wasn’t safe.
Gupta and his mother were moving to the small town of Littleroot in the region of Hoenn. His mother was going to be a gym leader in nearby Petalburg City, and Gupta… Well, he wasn’t sure what he was going to do. Hopefully enrol in the local high school and live a peaceful life. At the moment, he was sitting on the floor of the movers’ van taking them to their new home. His mother was in the front with the movers, but he was stuck in the back with their boxes of stuff. Seriously, there had to be some laws broken by this.

The shaking of the boxes stopped, and the door of the van opened. Gupta got to his feet and departed the vehicle. Outside, he could see a small row of houses, spaced far apart, stretching off into the distance. The town he had moved to was definitely peaceful and idyllic. Greenery was everywhere, and the people just seemed to be completely friendly. It was nothing like the city Gupta had moved from. He wasn’t sure he enjoyed it much. As he jumped down from the bed of the van, he noticed his mother standing only a short distance away, outside the house the van had pulled up alongside. Her slight form was obscured by the white dress she wore; only her shoulder length, straight black hair defined her. As she turned around, Gupta noticed that despite the lack of usual jewellery (she wasn’t wearing a single bracelet, although she did have her earrings in as usual), she had still applied her usual eyeshadow/eyeliner combination, making her brown eyes appear piercing and fierce. The exact image expected of her as a Gym Leader.
“Gupta, there you are. Sorry about being stuck with the things in the movers’ van…” She stated, approaching him. “I was just taking a look around the inside of the house, it looks good so far.” She smiled a little in approval.
Gupta nodded. “That’s nice mama,” he replied, “It was tough being stuck in the van though. Are you sure that’s not illegal?”
His mother shook her head. “Gupta, it’ll build fortitude.” She replied. “And it was only for a few hours, so I’m sure it won’t matter too much… Anyway, how do you like this place? It’s Littleroot town, our new home…” She looked the street over, breathing in deeply. “It’s certainly… Different from where we used to live… The air’s cleaner at least…”
Gupta looked back towards her. “Different… Yeah, that’s how I’d describe it.”
“It’s going to be a little hard to get used to, I know,” she continued, sensing his feelings about the move, “but sometimes, you have to do things like this. Make a leap, even if it seems like a strange thing to do. And work is work… Hopefully, we’ll get used to this place, and it’ll turn out a blessing… Or something.”
Gupta nodded. “Something like that,” he agreed.

Behind them, the movers were sending out Machoke and Machamp from Pokeballs, and the muscle-bound Pokémon were busying themselves with picking up heavy boxes and moving them inside the house.
“It shouldn’t take long to get everything moved in now,” Gupta’s mother decided, moving a little closer to her son. “You should go in there in a minute and have a look around. See how everything is. Especially check that your room is how you want it.”
“Okay mama.” Gupta nodded, heading into the house. Amazingly, the movers and their Pokémon were working incredibly fast, already unpacking and wiring up the various appliances that made up the kitchen-diner and the living room that comprised the ground floor of the house. Largely ignoring them, Gupta made his way upstairs to see how the rest of the house looked. He found himself in a small corridor, containing only three doors, which he assumed lead to a bathroom and two bedrooms. He had no idea which door led where though. Sighing, he decided he’d have to try all the doors and work it out. The door at the end of the room led to, perhaps predictably, a shower, so he tried the door to his right. Sticking his neck around the door, he saw a king-size, ornate bed in a rather ancient style, a wardrobe that matched the décor of the rest of the room well, and a pile of boxes, none of which looked like they belonged to him at all. So not his room. He turned around, facing the door across the corridor. So, it had to be that one. He strode up to the door and opened it.

Inside, he found a room larger than what he was accustomed to. A large rug stood in the middle of the room, simple, blue, and in Gupta’s eyes, boring. He would have to see if he could get that changed. The rest of the floor was wooden, and the walls were a mute white. Not that Gupta minded about that too much. To one side of the room there was a small double bed which was new and had just been assembled for the first time. Gupta walked over to it and stroked the bare mattress, looking over the plain bleached wood design. On the other side of the room there was a worn sofa that contrasted with the new aspect of everything else. Gupta was nothing if not sentimental though, and did not want to change it. Next to the sofa there was a small TV with a games console underneath. Gupta didn’t play many video games, but a distant relative had bought the console one birthday, and he found it was appealing to others his age, so kept it around to give himself and others something to do. The only other furniture in the room was a desk pressed against the same wall as the door, with a computer and notebook placed on it, a small bleached wooden wardrobe pushed against the wall closest to his bed, and a clock screwed into the wall next to the desk. There was no furniture pressed against the wall with the window in it (there weren’t even any curtains yet), but Gupta walked up to the window anyway, checking the frames, watching the view over the rest of the small town. From his window he could see the movers’ van, a few rows of houses, and a large complex that took up most of the rest of the view. He couldn’t fathom what it could be. A ranch? A farm? Away from the complex, back towards the periphery of his view, there was a small school, situated at the edge of the town. Overall, it looked much as Gupta had first assumed.

“It looks pretty good up here,” his mother noted, coming into the room. “Seems like the movers sorted everything in here quickly. I did ask them to handle the upstairs first, although we will have to deal with the curtains and bed sheets ourselves.”
Gupta agreed. “It does look nice up here mama.”
The woman nodded. “Did you check everything is where it should be? I unpacked some of your smaller things while I was checking this room out, but your clothes are still in the boxes in my room, and I didn’t quite finish with everything on your desk before I came down to see you,” she pointed to a box placed next to the desk.
“It’s okay,” Gupta interjected. “I can unpack the rest of the things.”
“I’ll be downstairs if you need me then,” she replied, turning towards the door again. “Oh, and don’t forget to set the clock,” she added before leaving.
Gupta nodded, moving towards the clock on the wall. It was newly bought… And stopped at midnight, as if waiting for someone to set it. But didn’t the people who worked in the shops that sold such clocks usually set them before selling them? Gupta wasn’t sure why this clock was any different. Still, he pulled out the tape at the back and set the clock to the correct time before moving onto his desk, unpacking his things and placing them either on the desk or in the drawers. While he was doing this, he also looked at his computer, which had two new menu options to it he didn’t remember adding: Item storage and mailbox. He assumed one had something to do with e-mail, but he had no idea how a computer could store items, or why he would need something like that.
“This region seems to have its own oddities,” he assumed to himself, moving on to flip over the notebook laid out on the desk. It had been blank before he had packed it away to move, but now two lines of text were written in it. The first read ‘open the menu with start’ and the second read ‘record your progress with save’. Gupta had absolutely no idea what the text was going on about. He knew nothing of any menu, or the ability to start or save anything. Confused, he decided to head downstairs, where he saw his mother finishing unpacking the cutlery and cooking utensils.

“Are you finished looking over your room? I think it’s bigger than your old one, but I’m not sure,” she commented, before he’d even announced his presence. However quiet Gupta was his mother’s hearing was better. “We’re nearly done down here too. Moving Pokémon can be really convenient sometimes.”
Gupta nodded noncommittally. “My room seems fine… there are some strange words written in the notebook though. Do you know where they came from?” he asked.
“As far as I was aware, the notebook was blank,” she continued, looking up at him. “That does seem strange…” she thought for a minute. “Anyway, if there’s nothing else wrong, I think I can handle the rest of the move by myself… Why don’t you go introduce yourself to the neighbours? I think there’s even a famous Pokémon professor living in this town,” she suggested.
“A professor?” Gupta blinked. Was that what the compound visible from his window was? A Pokémon lab? “Okay then, I’ll take a look around,” he agreed, waving goodbye to his mother before leaving the house. Outside, the movers’ van was still there, so Gupta decided to move off down the street, trying his hardest to be civil to people… However hard he found it sometimes. He really wasn’t a people person…