Black Earth - Amy's Story C1

Chapter 1

So, someone is actually interested in reading my book, huh? I guess I'm not surprised. I mean, why wouldn't you want to read it? After all, it's the story of what the Kanto-Johto League Champion was like before she became the Champion, right? I bet you expect this book will be full of epic Pokemon battles and an amazing journey that spans three entire regions. I bet you want to know how I wiped the floor with Lieutenant Surge with a Lapras, or how I defeated the Kanto-Johto Shittenou. Well, too bad.

This book isn't about my journey, though that is part of it. It's not about me winning epic battles, or defeating the strongest trainers in the region, though that is part of it. This book is about my life. I'm not going to only tell you the good stuff. I'm going to tell you about my life growing up, my victories, my failures, and even my in-betweens. This book will reveal some of my deepest and darkest secrets, and I expect you to keep them that way.

Of course, I know this book will be mass published, and that means that everyone will know my secrets, but even so, I still feel a connection with you. I feel like I can tell you anything and that you won't go blabbing it to everyone in the world. Yeah, I think I can trust you. So, I'll tell you my absolute deepest and darkest secret. Once you know this, I can guarantee you'll never look at me the same again. This secret may also be offensive to many of you, and you might even decide to toss this book away once you hear it, but here it is.

I am Hypersexual.

That's right, I'm one of those girls who thinks about sex all the time. I'm rarely ever not thinking about it. When I go to the beach, I'll wear my bathing suit, but inside I'm starting at everyone, wondering if there's a way I can snatch one up, take him somewhere private, and have sex with him. It's a problem, one I know I have, but one I haven't been able to fix. That's not my only secret, though. In fact, this second secret might be even darker to some of you. If you haven't thrown the book away yet, many of you will when I make this next statement.

I am also Bisexual.

That's right, I like both men and women. I've kissed both genders, I've been naked with both genders, I've even had sex with both genders, both willingly and unwillingly. Now, I will tell you that I prefer men over women. Sex with other women is fun, but it's not as invigorating. It doesn't have that wonderful feeling you get when a guy has been pounding into you for an hour and in one last heated moment, he releases deep into your body.

However, that doesn't mean I don't still enjoy it. Quite the opposite, in fact. I enjoy it a whole hell of a lot. Strap-ons, dildos, things like that are amazing if used properly, but they still don't have that same feeling you get from a guy.

Of course, you can see just how Hypersexual I am by the above two paragraphs. I wouldn't really be talking about that kind of stuff if my mind wasn't always thinking about that kind of stuff. However, I'm getting pretty off track here. I should focus more on what I'm actually trying to say. Of course, to do that, I have to actually start saying what I want to say. So, here you go, here is the beginning of my story.

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My story starts up...well...when I was born. My mother says it was a wonderful thing. She had always wanted a baby girl, but she had never asked the doctor what they were having. They wanted it to be a surprise. So, when the day came, and my mom had been rushed to the hospital to have her baby, both her and Dad were excited. They had decided that if they had a boy, they would name the boy John, however, they were still having a debate on what it would be if I was female.

You see, my father wanted me to be named Amy, Amy Rochelle Yamaki. Amy was actually my mother's name. My father came from a family who believed in naming their children after themselves. After all, he was Shigeru Yamaki III. Yeah, my grandfather was also named Shigeru, and so was my great-grandfather. It was sort of a tradition, and my dad wanted to stick to that. However, my mom had no interest in naming her son "Shigeru Yamaki IV", which was why they had stuck with John.

My mother, however, wanted to call me Emily. Emily was her absolutely favorite name in the world. She wanted so desperately to have an Emily ever since she was a teenager. However, while she wanted one, my dad always thought the name was too common. Emily is, after all, considered to be the number one most popular name in existence.

Well, of course the two of them had been feuding for some time over it, but that day they had no choice but to choose. They said that they stood their, staring at me, and my mother spoke up saying "I want to name her Amy." This shocked my father quite a bit. He was surprised that she had accepted the name he had suggested after all this time. "However," she then spoke up, "I refuse to make her middle name 'Rochelle'."

My mother says that Father could barely suppress a laugh at that point. He nodded and asked her what she wanted as my middle name instead. She said "Olivia". She insisted that, if she was going to name her after herself, then I should be named after her favorite person as well. That happened to be her mother. Father agreed without hesitation, and so my name was decided. I was born that day "Amy Olivia Yamaki Jr."

Now, you may ask "Wait, if you're named Amy Jr. then why does everyone know you as 'Amy'?" Well, it's pretty simple. My mother never cared for competing in leagues or any such thing. Because of that, her name wasn't well known at all. It felt kind of silly claiming myself as "Amy Jr." since there wasn't an Amy Yamaki that came before me, so I dropped the "Jr." off of my name for formal things like my championship. After all, the point of naming a child after yourself is a hope that they will continue your legacy. My mother never had a legacy, though, so I had no reason to claim myself as a "Jr." on anything.

Ah, but I'm getting ahead of myself. That's the story of my birth. Now, I don't have much to tell you about my life growing up at a young age. Mostly because the first year of a child's life is...kind of boring in a sense. I mean, to the person raising the child, it's exciting to see the child grow up and learn to walk, talk, and so on. However, that's just that. It's not exciting to write about, nor is it particularly interesting since every child learns the same things in their first year.

However, the first year of a child's life is probably the year that a human being learns the most. If you think about it, not only do children learn to talk and walk in their first year, but they also learn to see, they learn to perceive the world. When a child is born, all they see, or at least according to what I've read, is blur. As their eyes develop in that first year, the blur turns to shapes, then to colors, and finally into normal vision.

Not only that, but they learn the sounds of things. They know their mother's voice above all others because it is the voice they heard for nine months in the womb, and then constantly after being born. The mother is almost always there during the first few months, and they develop a special bond with that person. But then again, that's all stuff I've read. I make no claims that any of that is fact.

Now, let me go ahead and skip ahead in my life. After all, there's really nothing exciting to hear about in the first year of my life. After all, I grew up as a normal child in Pallet Town. Pallet Town, of course, is a farmland in Kanto. Naturally, growing up there, the first year or so isn't going to hold any amazing moments.

So anyway, I'll go ahead and skip ahead a bit. My mom is protesting, saying that I have to include the story of my first birthday. Well, I might as well, it was actually pretty funny. Now, the reason I can explain to you what happened in as much detail as I am going to is because, as I am writing this, I'm also watching the video my mom recorded of me. So, here we go, the story of my first birthday.

My parents had invited a good portion of our family to my first birthday. Everyone was sitting around the house, watching me run around. I was a hyper little girl, but then what one-year-old isn't? My father had been in the kitchen preparing the cake. All he had to do to finish was put the lettering on it. We had little cookie letters for that, and he was putting the last few on. I know that because one of the guests had asked and my mother had said so in the video.

Finally, the moment came. Dad was carrying the cake out to the living room, and as he entered, I tripped. I tumbled forward, hitting him in the legs, which made him stumble. That wouldn't have been too bad, but one of the presents I had been given was a ball, and his foot landed on it while he was trying to regain his balance. Naturally, you can imagine what happened.

CRASH! He fell to the ground and the cake went with him. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, the cake had landed on me. I was covered from head-to-toe in cake and everyone gasped, as if something horrible had happened. I stared for a moment, then grabbed some of the cake and stuffed it in my mouth. Apparently, such a thing was so cute that everyone gave a sigh of relief. No one else got the cake, but they let me just sit there and play in it for a few minutes while they recorded.

You know, the things we do as babies and toddlers are sometimes interesting. We don't remember them when we're older, but then our family tells us about them. And then, when our families do tell us about them, it's when we're in our child or teenage years. Suddenly, we become very embarrassed about the things we did when we were toddlers. Why is that, though? I mean, we're still the same people we were then, right? Sure, we matured since that age, but what does that have to do with how we acted when we were young? Some of my favorite stories of my life were when I was that age.

One good example of an embarrassing story would be when I wasn't much older then one. I walked up to my mom and she was talking to someone else. I tried to get her attention several times, according to what my mother says, but I never succeeded. That is until I shouted out "I'm poopy!" Apparently that embarrassed her a lot and she immediately dealt with me.

Now, I know what you might be thinking. "I didn't pick up this book to learn some random bits of your life. I wanted to learn about you becoming the Champion!" Well, again, I do well to remind you that that is only part of my story. In fact, that part of my story isn't until much later on. After all, I didn't start my journey until I was thirteen.

Now, before you ask about that, I do well to remind you that I will get to that point later in this book. If you want to know why I started at thirteen instead of ten, then you'll have to keep reading. But for now, I'm going to skip ahead to when I was about two-years-old. It was at that time that Ash Ketchum was born.

Of course, all of you probably know Ash Ketchum. He was the guy that fought in several leagues but never won a single one. The guy who once had ten girls chasing after his heart, but he was completely oblivious to all of them. Of course, he claims he wasn't, and that he was just set on someone already. Of course, you all know who that is, Misty Waterflower, the Cerulean City Gym Leader and Ash Ketchum's childhood sweetheart and fiancee.

My mom told me stories once about me and Ash. Apparently when I was young, I used to think Ash was my doll. I had no understanding of what a baby was, after all, I was only two. However, my mom says I used to be fascinated by a lot of things when I was young. One of those things was the first time Delia brought Ash over after she had had him. She sat on the couch and I just stared at him. I was so fascinated by this small baby. He was like a doll, but he was alive.

Then, Ash began to cry. I asked what was wrong and why he was crying, and Delia just told me he was hungry. She opened her shirt and let Ash feed off her breast, and according to my mom, that fascinated me as well. I didn't remember breast-feeding as a baby, so I didn't know anything about it. All of those things, though, are things I don't remember.

You know, it's interesting. The human mind doesn't retain memories until you reach about the age of seven. I'm not sure why, but it's true. Of course, some things stick. That's why we can learn to walk and talk and even learn right from wrong, but we don't actually retain any memories of those times. However, sometimes things happen that are so shocking and so amazing to us that they somehow burn themselves into our minds as memories.

I remember being told once that the earliest thing you can remember in your life and how you felt about it is the thing that will shape who you are in the future. I don't know if it's true or not, but I can tell you my earliest memory. My earliest memory is actually scary, but while scary, it's mystical at the same time.

My earliest memory is one from when I was about three years old. My family and I were in Cerulean City on business. My Father regularly had business calls all over the Kanto Region. I remember standing on the edge of the water, looking out. The mist from the water felt so good on my skin. It was so cooling, so refreshing. My family had no idea that I had travelled away from them and had gone to the water's edge.

That's when it happened. The tide changed and I remember the water receding further back then it should have. Suddenly, there was a large wave and it engulfed me! I screamed and flailed about as the wave pulled me out into the water. I couldn't swim, after all I was only three, and I kept going under then resurfacing. I felt water flood into my mouth and I remember things going dark. I can only guess that I fainted. I knew this was the end, I knew I was going to drown.

Then my eyes opened, and when they did, I saw a large creature standing in front of me. It had small wings and its body was orange in color. A small horn was on its head, and it had…I don't know, eyebrows I guess? They came off of the creature like long hairs that just stuck up and formed into waves. It was a creature I had never seen before, and I only caught a glimpse of it before my eyes closed again.

I don't remember anything after that, but my parents say they found me on the shore. I was unconscious, and they quickly rushed me to the nearest hospital. That memory stuck with me for a long time, and it wasn't for many years before I found out what exactly had happened. The waves had picked me up and pulled me into the ocean, but a Dragonite had saved me. Maybe that's why I have such a fascination for Dragon Pokémon now, or it could even be the reason that my own Dragonite is my favorite Pokémon. All I know is, that's the earliest thing I remember.

Here's a question for you. Before you continue reading this book much further, try and think back on your earliest memory. What is your earliest memory, and how did it affect you? Do you think it had an effect on who you are now? My sister says hers definitely effected who she is. Squirtle has always been her favorite Pokémon, and she says her earliest memory is when she saw one at the beach. Maybe that means that there is some truth to the old legend? I don't know, but it is something to think about. So what's yours? How do you think it affected your life? Would you be the same person you are today if it weren't for that?

What if you had grown up with different parents, or in a different place? I grew up in the Kanto Region, in Pallet Town itself. I think the easy-going nature of people there is caused by the atmosphere there, and I'm not just talking about the fact that the air is pure there. I mean the fact that everyone is friendly, so it's hard not to be as well. The fact that everyone knows everyone since we're such a small town. Pallet Town has always been small, and I worry about what would happen if it suddenly grew. I don't want it to become the next Saffron City, where all of the major Kanto corporations exist, and people would rather knock you down then care about you at all. I'm getting side tracked, though.

Now, here's where my story takes a dark turn. Things really changed as the years passed, and at the age of six my mother was struck by a disease. It was a terrible disease, one that had no real cure. The doctors of Pallet Town could do nothing to help my mother, and so, we moved. We moved to Saffron City where the biggest and most technologically advanced hospital in the Kanto region was.

The doctors there ran tests on her to determine what kind of disease she had, but the news was much worse then we could have imagined. The disease itself had no name, nor does it still have a name to my knowledge. Not much is known about the disease other than the fact it pretty much destroys the reproductive system of women. However, if not dealt with, the disease can be quite fatal. The doctor told us that we had two options.

The first was surgery. If she had her ovaries removed, there was a high chance she would survive. However, she'd never be able to have anymore children. The second option I think was the option my mom wishes we had picked. The second option was her only having another six months to live.

Father demanded that my mother have the surgery, and so the doctors did just that. She had the surgery, but I think it broke her spirit. Having children was something she always wanted, and when I was three they had tried to have another child, but it had ended in a horrible miscarriage. Three times in a year that happened, and they gave up for a time. Now, my mother had found herself unable to have any children for the rest of her life.

She just kind of shut down after that. She wouldn't talk, she would barely eat. She lost a lot of weight, and all she ever did was stare at things. She remained that way for a long time, at least a few months. My father did what he could to help her, but in the end, he realized what he had to do. We headed back to Pallet Town.

Away from Saffron City, Mother began to show signs of recovery. She no longer stared blankly, and she spoke. However, she had changed even in that. She no longer spoke in the sweet and calm way she did before. Now everything she said was vile and full of anger. Every other word out of her mouth was a cuss word, and I found myself on the receiving end of both physical and mental abuse.

Day after day, my father would re-assure me, saying that one day my mother would go back to normal, but I didn't see that day ever coming. She was angry all the time now. Family started avoiding us, her friends stopped visiting, even Delia didn't come by anymore. I remember breaking a plate and getting kicked in the stomach for it. I knocked over a glass and Mother would pull my hair and curse at me. She had become a monster.

However, my father never gave up hope. Every day he did all he could. He tried his hardest to make Mother happy, no matter what the cost. But, it still wasn't enough. Nothing we ever did brought back the mother I loved. She was gone, gone forever with no hope of returning.

And then, one day, when I was about eight, there was a knock at the door. Father answered it at once. I remember hearing the knock and I quickly snuck out of my room to see who it was. There was a man I had never seen before at the door. My father welcomed him in and as he stepped in, I noticed something in his arms. I had to find out what was going on, so I snuck my way into the living room to find out.

My father and mother were talking to this man now. I don't know what all was said, but I know it pertained to what he had in his arms. It was a little girl, no older then two. Whatever he was saying was obviously about her, as he kept gesturing to her when he spoke. Finally, he held the girl out to my mom, and she embraced the child. At long last, a smile appeared on her face and I saw tears roll down her eyes.

I didn't understand what was going on, so I snuck back into my room. I remember getting to my room, and just as I went to sneak back inside, Father called for me. I quickly made a few motions to sound as if I had come out of my room after being called, then rushed to the living room. The man was now gone, but the girl was still there.

"Amy, meet your new sister," Father spoke and I turned to look at the girl in Mother's arms.

"Sister?"

"Yes, from this day on, this little girl will be your sister."

I saw the look on my mother's face, finally happy once again. It sparked hope in me that she would be returning to the way she was before. However, what I had not expected was the truth about the child. You see, my sister had one big problem. She had no memories of anything. Imagine having a two year old daughter who knows nothing more then a baby knows. She doesn't know how to talk, how to walk, how to eat, anything. It was very strange, and I always felt nervous around her.

My father put her up in my room, as we didn't have any extra rooms for her. He determined to build a bedroom for my sister within the next few months, and I agreed to that. My mother then gave her a name, the name "Emily".