Dear... Rawst Diary! I mean, Rawst Berry.

[20lait1]

Hi guys! You may know me from the Hawk, but of course, I've decided to start a new diary! Not just a normal diary - a diary... of a Pokémon Trainer! That might sound childish, but... well, just hope you guys enjoy!

Plus, I'll fancy this up later, so yeah. Add a banner or something, add colors, and stuff. This is also a chance for me to add color to my text, and use a new kind of style of writing dialogue. So... This was inspired by the Beaker's Pokémon Crossover and DWD's and CookieFluffyFlareon's Pokémon Collab/Crossover.

This thing might include stuff that aren't in the videos or the game, for example Team Magma in Kalos. So just ignore it, lean back, and enjoy the Rawst Diary Berry! (Yes, I actually, accidentally wrote 'diary' instead of berry. It was not on purpose. Honest!)

Please, don't ask if I'm accepting characters. I probably won't....

Dear... RAWST DIARY! I mean, Rawst Berry.

First thing that popped into my mind. It's not even one of my favorite berries... It's bitter and green, like vegetables. Yuck. It also cures burns by eating them, not just making a poultice and spreading it over your wound or something. And the weird thing is that is makes a Pokémon smarter. How can eating a bitter berry make you smart? That is totally weird. But... at least I didn't utter 'diary' on it's own.... but... I wrote.... Rawst Diary. I'm not naming is that. I'll stick with Rawst Berry, I guess.... Okay. Rawst Berry. That doesn't sound too bad.... Well, I'll explain why I'm writing in a Rawst diary Berry.

Pokémon Trainers normally note down all their adventures in a diary or a journal. So Mom got me a diary, NOT a journal, and I'm stuck in writing in you. So, yeah. Should I... explain... everything? Well, then. First things first.



That little blue thing with the green head on top is a Rawst Berry. Weird, right? So... the picture at the top is me. My name's Winter Gryph. Common, normal first name, weird last name. The last name is supposedly based off the word 'Gryphon' even though I can't fly. My wings are just for decoration, but at least they don't weigh a ton or something. They're as heavy as a bundle of feathers. Which my wings are exactly that, but they're still useless. So.... What else do I have to say? Hmm.... Okay. I just moved here - Vaniville Town, in Kalos. I know it's a tiny place - it's small, it's quiet, it's boring. But.... Good thing is - as soon as I get my things packed, I'm going to go on a Pokémon Journey - fancy name for a extra long vacation. Okay... Family. Got it.



This is Mom, also known as Pokémon Breeder Skye. Not just the average mom, I suppose - she cares about me, she gets me to do chores around the house, and she just got me a Rawst Diary Berry. Not the real one, but you. I don't even like Rawst Berries.... but the cover of this book is a basket full of different kinds of berries, so I guess it matches. So... She's a Pokémon Breeder. She breeds Pokémon. Totally awesome definition, right? She has some 'rare' Pokémon, she calls them - I just know them all as Pokémon. Her favorite kind of Pokémon is Eevee - she works hard to breed them. She gave one to me - it was once the house's pet, but it sorta hates me. Probably because Mom always gets me to wash him once every week. He hates that - yup, it's a he. I think that Mom gave me him because he's not a female and can't breed more Eevee's, but it's her choice. So.... a picture of Eevee.



A sweet looking Pokémon who hates me and doesn't listen me. Yet Dad forces me to take him along the journey because he says 'to create a bond between me and Eevee'. Never going to happen, Dad. Here's his picture -



My dad - he's a Pokémon Professor, also known as Professor Gryph. He isn't very famous though... Probably because first, we just moved here, second, when he tries to invent little bits and pieces he either sets fire to the house (another reason we moved) or it explodes, and third, his last name isn't a tree. It seems like all professors with a type of tree as their last name, for example the professor here, Professor Scythe-a-more Sycamore. He created his version of the Pokédex, which hasn't exploded yet, and contains information of more than one region of Pokémon. He gave it to me for my Pokémon Journey - I hope I don't wake up to find my bag on fire. That would be a shame.

So... I have no siblings. I kinda want one, because it's a bit lonely when there's no chores to do. Back where I lived, Littleroot, one of my friends has a brother and a sister. I asked her about it and she said they were annoying. I don't know.... At least she has company. Okay, then.... I better put you down and start packing up. Okay.... See you tomorrow, Rawst Berry!

[blackwolf22]

Mark

[Splashtail]

-3- Mark!I love pokemon!

[starsailor]

YAS MARK!

[CookieCat000]

Mark!
I love pokemon! My sig makes it obvious

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//Crawls in// Camping and here to stay!

[20lait1]

Whoa... I did not expect so many people to mark this. I won't reply to each one of you individually because I'm working on the next entry right now, so you won't have to wait too long!

[dudevinci]

oh.
my
god

ITS POKEMON

IM FOLLOWING THIS.

when i saw the berry name
i was like I NEED TO SEE THIS.

haaah i love it ;v;

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Whoa... I did not expect so many people to mark this. I won't reply to each one of you individually because I'm working on the next entry right now, so you won't have to wait too long!

YUYUUUUUUUUUS--

[20lait1]

How do I start this again? Dear.... Rawst Berry.... No, that sounds a bit plain, but I guess I'll stick with it for now.

Dear Rawst Berry,

Today I'm going to Professor Sycamore's lab to get a better Pokémon than that little, tiny Eevee. Ugh. Today I found him attempting to chew on the edges of you, Rawst Berry.... It's not like he loves Rawst Berries or anything - he hates bitter stuff. I'll better say goodbye to my parents, grab that Eevee and put it in a Pokéball, and set off to find a starter Pokémon. So.... I'll put you down for now.

Okay... Eevee refuses to get in that little red and white ball and it feels like he's stuck on my head. He's digging his claws into my hair... I already tried ripping him off. He's still stuck there... And even worse, it's not just me heading to Professor Sycamore's lab to get a new Pokémon. Nightshade and Zavier - both boys. Why no girls want to be Pokémon trainers? Those two - I just got to know them. They don't mind me writing in my boring diary Rawst Berry - Zavier has a journal, and Nightshade says he might be getting one. They're pretty cool, I guess - better than some of those bullies back where I lived.



Nightshade Ivytail - yep, he's a fox. With a big, fluffy tail with a snake head. I found out he's kinda obsessed with poisonous plants and stuff - even his name is filled with them. It's kind of freaky... but he's cool in general, I guess. I do like green and black, I suppose... But my favorite color is blue. He looks like a half fox, half snake to me....



Zavier Wildfire. He looks like he's on fire, true to his name - but those.... things on his back.... those aren't actually real fire. It's some kind of.... thing. One of his parents probably have the Phoenix gene - it's kind of rare. The Phoenix gene.... One of the girls back at where I lived had something like that - wings of fire, feathery tail. She was one of the most popular girls back there - but she was quite cool once I got to know her. To think I was too shy to talk to someone like her....

So.... yeah. They're both becoming trainers, like me - Zavier wants a Fennekin - I want a Fennekin, too! I guess I'll have Froakie, then.... since he's blue. Nightshade hasn't spoken, but I suppose Chespin might be good for him. Because... it's the last one left. So.... I've got some photos because my dad's a professor. (without a tree as a surname)



I want to get to know them.... I'll guess I should start up a conversation or something. "Um, hey, guys. What do you want to do once you get your Pokémon?"

Zavier flashed me a wide grin. "I'll defeat all of those Gym Leaders, catch Pokémon, and defeat the Elite Four!"

Nightshade tilted his head to the side. "That's a big job you're taking on right now." He commented. His tail flicked and thrashed - I stepped to the side to avoid it. "There's also the Champion, don't you forget. And you're not allowed to go to the Pokémon Center to heal your Pokémon between battles."

Suddenly the task ahead me didn't seem so exciting anymore. "Five battles in a row.... With some of the strongest trainers in Kalos?" My mouth felt dry, but Zavier, instead, seemed to be bursting with excitement.

"Totally awesome, dude!" He cried, giving Nightshade a shoulder bump. Nightshade merely flicked his large fox ears. "It won't be as easy as you think."

"I... I don't know. Maybe... just walk on and see what I can do." I finally said. I was going to say the same as Zavier - now, I didn't feel like it anymore.

Nightshade shifted to the side to pad alongside me. "You're worried about the battles at the end." He said quietly. I simply nodded in reply - his tail flicked up and he brushed his fluffy tail against my shoulder.

"You'll be fine. You'll have battled the Gym Leaders, trained, and you'll have Potions to help, too. If you really don't feel up to the task...." He paused, as if he wanted to say more.

"Then what?"

"You could...." Nightshade looked to his paws, as if embarrassed. "Enter Pokémon Contests. But they're... sort of... for... girly girls, if you think."

I opened my jaws for a stinging retort, but then I realized he wasn't saying I was a girly girl. "M... Maybe." I finally said.

"I... I... I've watched some Pokémon Contests on the television. There were guys, but if you still don't feel like...." He mumbled.

"Maybe.... Maybe I'll try one." I said carefully. Could Nightshade be planning to...? I felt it was impolite to ask - he was merely someone I just met, after all. But I felt so at ease with them, as if I've known them for ages. Perhaps they remind me of my friends back at Littleroot.

Zavier gave me a shoulder bump, which jolted me out of my thoughts. "So, Daydreamer, are you going to wake up yet?" he teased.

I growled with anger - I hated to be teased. "Daydream yourself! You think defeating all the Gym Leaders will be easy?"

Zavier simply grinned back and suddenly he flung an arm around my shoulder, twining his tail with mine. "You know, it wouldn't be so hard if we traveled together! You know, we can even be rivals! That would be like, totally awesome!"

I shrugged him off, my tail crackling with electricity and stinging. "You better not do that." I warned, eying his flaming tail.

Zavier stared at me, his eyes hurt. "B - But - I - Never mind." He finally sighed, turning away.

"I - I didn't mean -" I began. "It's just your tail -" Zavier had already hurried forward, leaving me walking side by side with Nightshade.

"If you're going to travel with him, you should know that he gets... He's a bit quick tempered. Reckless, I'd say - he gets hurt easily, too. Both physically and emotionally. He doesn't hold grudges for long, though." Nightshade murmured. I simply grunted and nodded in reply - I had decided to concentrate on the scenery instead of concentrating on Zavier's eyes, gleaming with hurt. His sky blue eyes, that seemed to -

Ugh. I'm still thinking about him.... I'll... just try to forget it.

I turned back to Nightshade, desperate to change the subject. "You're going to participate in a Pokémon Contest?" I blurted out. Nightshade's gaze immediately dropped to his paws, and I almost thought I saw a pinkish tint appearing on his cheeks.

"M - Maybe.... If... there... If nobody laughed at me... A fox with a snake tail in a Pokémon Contest..." he mumbled. I carefully spread out one of my dark, feathery wings and patted his back without thinking. I quickly blushed and pulled my wing back.

"I - I don't mean -"

"No, it's fine. Don't apologize."

I carefully unfolded my wing again to rest on his shoulder. "Nobody's going to laugh at you. Everyone's allowed in a Pokémon Contest, right? I know... you'll..."

"Fail?" "Be good at it."

Nightshade smiled at me, revealing pointed teeth that glinted around his syringe. "If you suppose..."

I could see my reflection in those pools of deep purple - my slightly rumpled blue fur, my wrinkled hoodie, my messy, black ponytail... I blushed when I noticed how... ugly I was in those deep pools of emotion. I was just staring at my reflection in his eyes - Does he really see me like this? - until his tail nipped me.

"Ow!" "I - I'm sorry... I just can't..." "No - it's fine." I checked my fur. "No blood."

Nightshade didn't speak - he simply glanced forward. I followed his gaze - I saw Zavier. I almost thought he was glaring at Nightshade, but then I realized his head was turned to the front.

"Are you worried?" "N - No. Nothing. I just... need to talk to Zavier... privately." "Oh. I... see." I sighed and let Nightsahde pass me and hurry forward to catch up with Zavier. I padded along quietly, half-writing in you (right now) and half admiring the scenery.

Lush green fields, a clear blue sky, with a couple of clouds floating here and there. Okay, maybe not completely clear, but... yeah. Oh - we're here. Lumiose City. I can see a tall tower.... The Prism Tower, is it? It's... beautiful. Let me snap a photo.



Wait. Are they arguing? I... Nightshade did say he wanted a private talk. But he can't argue when I tell them we should be heading for the lab right now.

"I told you, she -" Zavier broke off as I pushed through. "Um, guys? We're here... Want to head for the lab?"

Nightshade flashed me a look. "Then let's go."

They changed directions and entered the city - we were suddenly walking on the street. Delicious smells wafted through my nose, chatter filled my ears. Somehow, the boys managed to find the lab in the midst of the chaos. We entered and took the elevator up to one of the floors - I don't remember which because I was still writing in you. Okay. We're here... I want to ask the professor a question.

Professor Sycamore opened his mouth to speak, but I blurted out - "Why do all professors who become famous are named after a tree?"