Disclaimer:

The Kalos Chronicles has been rated T for one or more of the following reasons: Action and slight violence (it's Pokémon, deal with it), romance (it's a romantic comedy, deal with it) and the occasional crude humour (you're reading fanfiction, deal with it), though they may not be necessarily present in the earlier chapters of the story. This story is not, and has never been, affiliated with Nintendo, Game Freak (Satoshi Tajiri, Ken Sugimori), Creatures Inc., or the like. The characters and Pokémon referenced throughout the story all belong to Nintendo; only the characters' personalities within the story are owned by the author, a.k.a me. I immediately apologize if their personalities are offensive in any way to you, but please refrain from flaming me without a valid reason.

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Author's Introduction:

Welcome to the Kalos Chronicles. It is a tale of adventure and romance, where trainers battle it out with their loyal friends, the eponymous Pokémon.

So yeah, it's another storyline-fanfiction. Or however you call it, it doesn't really matter.

What matters, is that this is a play-by-play story on the exploits of the Kalos Five (as I've dubbed them) and their everyday rom-com life as they journey through the not-so-magical region of Kalos. Expect a lot of the content within to follow the game, although there will be several changes to ensure that Calem doesn't ever get to enjoy a normal love life.

To celebrate the release of Pokémon X and Y today, and also, because I have tons of revision to catch up with before finals, this chapter is a short prologue. There are changes that are not canon to the game but will not affect the overall story as a whole. Then again, you probably would've expected that, since this IS a fanfiction website.

Without further ado, let's zoom in on our protagonist, shall we?

Calem weighed his chances.

On one hand, he would get to Shauna. She was very well-versed in emotions, and knew how to calm Serena down in the worst of circumstances. Plus, he knew she was a bit smitten with him, so he could count on her to talk, or bribe, Serena to cool off until the heat was over.

Girls worked that way; if you had a bestie who was female, and the self-appointed leader of your friends at that, chances are she'd act as your meditator.

On the other hand, Serena had Trevor and Tierno wrapped around her pinky.

While Trevor wouldn't do so much, probably just holler for her when Calem appeared in his general view, he was much more afraid of Tierno. Despite being a gentle giant about eighty percent of the time, the other twenty percent of the time was spent loyally following Serena everywhere, and doing all the grunt work when she was tired, frustrated, or just plain angry.

And let's face it, he supposed: he'd stand no chance against a 175-pound ballet dancer who could steamroll his way through a Gogoat without skipping a beat. Knowing Serena, she'd probably be hot on his heels, with her large honey-brown ponytail swishing behind.

Born to be serene, his arse. Serena was anything but her namesake.

He had to get to Shauna. Fast.

Sir! They're turned away! Now's your chance!

On it, jumping in three -

He crouched.

Two-

A light pink aura surrounded his sneakers.

One!

He leapt. The psychic energy burst under his soles, and with the extra propulsion, he cleared the space between his window and her balcony. A monumental effort, given how far the distance was, but the added boost ensured that he safely reached the other side.

Well most of him, anyways.

"Did you hear that?"

"Yeah, it sounded like it came from over there."

"But that's his house! He wouldn't be stupid enough to hide inside his own-"

"Look! On his mum's Rhyhorn! It's his trademark sunglasses! He doesn't go anywhere without them!"

"… I stand corrected."

"LET'S GO BRING HIM IN!"

"Sure!"

Calem didn't dare move from his crouched position on the inside of Shauna's balcony. He was lithe enough that the balcony itself concealed his current form from anyone watching from the outside, but they would definitely find him if he even so much as moved.

His house's doorbell rung, and a few minutes later, he heard the locks of his door slide open.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Lambert. Is Calem home? We'd like to talk to him about something important."

"Of course, come on in, boys!"

The ominous closing of the door did nothing to alleviate his concerns.

Sir! They're inside the house! You should move now!

Bless you, Oberon. Good luck.

He slipped his fingernails into the shutters and tested. Unlocked. Never thought I'd thank Arceus for her carelessness. He eased the both of them to the side, and leapt inside.

Now, normally, he'd be embarrassed, mortified, even, to step foot in Shauna's bedroom. After all, he was a teenager, and with all the hormones running around, there was no guaranteeing that nothing indecent would happen.

Unfortunately for him, and fortunately for us, he had gone in out of blind panic. If this scene feels familiar, that's because it is; any genre savvy protagonist would've called into the window, or at least knocked on the shutters before he would've gone inside, to avoid any number of undesirable situations.

Such was the case when he looked up from the carpet to find his best female friend in nothing but a towel.

For a long moment, they just stared into each other's eyes, unmoving, unblinking, like a pair of deer in the headlights. Grey met dark green, flitted downwards, before moving back to staring at dark green. This time, however, they started darting all over the place as well. His cheeks were starting to flush and he looked like he was going to have a nervous breakdown sometime soon.

It was at this time that Shauna realized that, with the mauve colour flooding her cheeks as the realization progressed, sometime in the last minute they had spent staring at each other, the towel had inexplicably disappeared from around her chest and was now lying in a heap on the floor. Having not expected anyone to come in the door, much less the window, she had stepped fresh out of the hot bath without bothering to put anything else on.

And what did quick-witted, talk-his-way-out-of-most-things, Calem Lambert have to say about all this?

"B-bémol-"

Yeah, probably should've expected that.

"So, you have no idea where your trainer is, huh? That's not going to help you."

Let go of me! You have no right to dangle me out of the window!

The ginger-haired trainer shook his head. "Sorry. We have orders to take him in, and if we're going to have to use you as ransom, so be it."

Even though he was a Pokémon, and by default, he was supposed to be stronger than the human who were currently holding him by the dress-like extension all members of his species possessed, Oberon the Ralts was, by all accounts, not amused.

Put me down!

The big guy fiddled with his hair. "Still, there's no sign of him. What do we do now?"

Any answer Trevor would have given was instantly drowned out by the screaming coming from the window on the house adjacent to the one they were standing in right now; whose owner had done the screaming, and had just sent her 14-year old neighbour flying right out the window.

Again.

This time, her kick was so powerful, that when the poor boy struck the small balcony, he ended up knocking the balcony off its hinges. That was a testament to those who undermined the power of a girl in her most embarrassed state.

Luckily for Calem, he was made of iron, and the two-storey fall had only knocked the breath out of him.

Of course, the fallen steel balcony knocked him unconscious, but he was too dazed to accurately feel the pain of anything by this point anyways.

Tierno's jaw dropped.

Trevor, in his shared shock, went one step further, and unclenched his hands.

It took the rest of the afternoon and night to clear up and repair the damage caused by the detached balcony, which was deemed to be too unsightly to put back, what with the human-sized indentation and all that;

to stop both Tierno's and Trevor's ears ringing from the magnitude of screams by the matriarch of the Lambert house, Shauna and Serena;

to hide Trevor away from the murderous, near-apoplectic Ralts who was going to frazzle up his brains;

for Serena to forgive him for accidentally destroying her favourite hat;

for Shauna to stop kicking herself for causing his injuries;

and for Calem to realize that Shauna was most likely a size 28A.

His mind really had his priorities straight.

Moral of the story? Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

In fact, replace that with 'a teenager who just so happens to angst only about her lack of assets'.