(DISCONTINUED) The Boy Raised By Pokemon (Cynthia x Male OC)

Chapter 4: Cynthia

A/n: This'll be in CYNTHIA'S pov. I figured I'd try writing in the love interest's perspective for once. Also, the last few chapters took place in Pinwheel Forest, to be specific. Sorry for not clearing that up.

CYNTHIA'S POV (Some time before chapter 3):

I was speed walking through the streets of Castelia City after that Lucario attacked me in Pinwheel Forest. All I could think about was that boy.

Cynthia: What was he doing there? Why couldn't he understand me? What language did he speak? Was it the language of a pokemon? Why was he wearing nothing but a bunch of leaves? And that Lucario. Why was it acting so protective? On top of that, what was that kid doing with a wild Lucario like that?

I bumped into someone while lost in my thoughts. It was an old woman.

Cynthia: Oh! I'm sorry-!

???: Oh, it's fine, dear. Getting bumped into is rather normal here in Castelia City.

Cynthia: I-It's just that I was lost in thought while walking.

???: You seem troubled, child. What's wrong?

Cynthia: W-Well, umm.....

???: Hehe. Maybe here's not the best of places to talk. Come to my apartment. I'll whip up some nice tea for the two of us.

Cynthia: Oh wait! Ma'am, you don't have to-

???: Please, I insist. And the name's Emilia, dear.

Cynthia: Uh.... Cynthia.

Emilia: My my, such a beautiful name you have.

SMALL TIMESKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY HOOPA DOING TRICKS WITH HIS RINGS

We arrived in Emilia's apartment. It was a rather clean place with various knick knacks here and there. There was a balcony outside with flowers, a living room, a kitchen, y'know. Basic necessities for an apartment. Emilia got tea ready and sat in the living room in a rocking chair.

Emilia: Come have a seat, dear.

She gestured towards the couch as I took a seat. She handed me a cup of tea as I them began sipping it.

Emilia: So, what's troubling you, darling?

Cynthia: Well..... You see, I was walking through Pinwheel Forest, when these kids I battled earlier tried attacking me with their pokemon.

Emilia: Goodness, how awful! Are you hurt?

Cynthia: No, no! I'm fine. A-Actually, before their pokemon could get to me, they were stopped by.....well.....this boy.

Emilia froze whilst sipping her tea as she heard "boy".

Emilia: Beg your pardon?

Cynthia: A dark-haired boy, about my age, and a Gabite, fought them.

Emilia looked out a window.

Emilia: Curious....

Cynthia: What?

Emilia: Tell me Cynthia, did this boy wear a wooden mask over his face? Did he wear a cloak of leaves?

Cynthia: Y.....Yeah.

How? How does she know about him?

Emilia: Hm. I see. The reason I'm so interested in your story, is that this was no ordinary boy you've seen. In fact, this boy is known by many throughout all of Unova. They call him The Unovian Guardian. A name earned by him protecting the pokemon of this region. Few have actually seen him. However, there have been rumours and sightings of this child. People say that he's capable of speaking to pokemon just as fluently as how I'm speaking to you. As if he wasn't human, but rather as if he himself were a pokemon.