Prologue: A Major Piss-Off

Location: Johto Region, Goldenrod City, 386th Street

Date: June 10th, 2035

"Guess what, son! We're moving!"

Never in my entire life did I think I was going to hear such a thing. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. To say I didn't even really care would be a lie. To say anything aside from the fact that I was pissed would be silly.

My name is Jim Ironwood, 17-year-old son of Norman and Alexia Ironwood. I was born in the same house I live in now, a nice, large house, with a lot of Pokémon-related items throughout. Much to my dismay, I should add. I never did like Pokémon; I always found them pointless and a mere waste of time. It certainly doesn't help that most of my Dad's time was taken up by those stupid things.

My Dad works as a Gym Leader assistant in the Normal-Type Gym here, all he does is help train that guy, Rick Alistair, and he also helps out in the training of Rick's (admittedly, quite nice looking) daughter, Whitney. When he does get back home from work, all he does is pester me about going out on a journey like he did with my Mom years ago. I always say no.

Since I didn't go out on my journey when I was 10 like nearly 80% of the other kids did, I used to go to school. Due to what is now about to happen, I'm not going to be going to school anymore. That honestly pisses me off. I want to graduate and get a degree, not be stuck in some other region for whatever reason.

The worst part about this whole ordeal is that my Dad thought it'd be a great idea to give me one of the Pokémon often used as a starter in the region we are going to, 'Hoenn'. This little bastard, a relaxed green thing called a Treecko, was nicknamed 'Gladius'. Don't know what the hell they were thinking when they named it that, all I overheard was that it was in reference to one of its 'evolutions', or whatever they call them.

Gladius always seems to lay back and take everything slow, contrasting to how I try to get everything done as soon as possible. He'll be my only company on the way there – in order to save space; my parents decided that I'd be fine in the back of an Arceus-damned truck. As if I wasn't pissed enough, I'll have to actually speak to the little bugger. They packed away everything else I could use to pass the time.

All I can tell is that this is going to be one hell of a long ride…


1 Day Later…

Location: Hoenn Region, Littleroot Town, Approaching my new home

Date: June 11th, 2035

Thank Arceus for the miraculous invention stuck on my wrist; a Pokémon-English Translator. I swear, if I didn't have it, I wouldn't know shit about what Gladius was saying. At first, it consisted of him calling me a fool, and me calling him an annoyance, but over that long as hell ride, I guess we've kind of warmed up to each other.

"So, are you going to stay in your Pokéball?"

He shook his head. He quickly jumped on my shoulder, and obviously decided that my shoulder was the best place for him at the moment.

Suddenly, I heard a loud screech, and some doors, including the truck's back door, open. I finally saw some damn light after this long trip. I quickly jumped out of the truck, nearly sending Gladius flying off of my shoulder. I saw my Mom standing outside of the door to our new home. It was a lot smaller than the old home. The town was also a lot smaller than I thought it would be. The house was at the end of a street, with a single house to its right. There were more houses in the distance, but mostly in small clusters. I was amazed at how much empty space there was.

"We're here!" my Mom cheerfully said. She quickly looked my way, and asked, "Why don't you go up into your room, and get everything set up, dear?"

Having nothing better to do, and not being particularly keen on sitting around and twiddling my thumbs while staring off into the distance, I decided to go inside and towards my room.

When I entered, I saw a bunch of Vigoroth moving boxes around the place. It seemed pretty nice, to be completely honest. Not taking any further looks around, I quickly ran upstairs, Gladius still holding dominion over my left shoulder. I dashed to the end of the hall, locating my bedroom. It was fully unpacked, with my TV and GameCube set up against one wall, my desk, chair and PC set up in the far corner, and my nice comfy bed in the middle of the room.

I was admittedly, quite impressed. The wood floor looked wonderful, and the crimson paint that was on the walls made the place look even better! I quickly got my journal out and stuck it on my desk, and went to my PC. I noticed some new e-mail from my Dad, who apparently was already out on his way to his new job. I still don't know what the job is, but I heard it pays well.

In the e-mail was an item that I quickly transferred out; a potion. The e-mail said that it was there in case Gladius got hurt, although I had my doubts. I looked through my e-mails further, deleting all the spam and junk. I found another one, about one from a 'Professor Birch'. He apparently sends it to everyone, and it was about joining the Pokémon League, which was already answered 'No' about a million times, and that even if I didn't want to participate, if I had a Pokémon, I should probably take it to see him, for reasons I was too lazy to read.

I figured now was as good as ever, but before I left to go and meet this Professor, I decided to check out the map that my Dad gave me. It was well detailed, and explicitly showed all of the major towns and cities, as well as all the routes. There was a note about it being 'perfect for trainers', which I figured was just my Dad trying to pester me into it even when he was at work. I sighed. I hated how he did that.

Gladius had been spending the whole time I was in my room on my bed, lazing around like he was a damn Slakoth. I wasn't surprised, that's what he always did. I decided to fix up the clock on the wall, ensuring that it was at the right time. Fortunately, that took very little of my now precious time.

I called over Gladius, and bolted down the stairs, only to be stopped by my mother calling me over into the living room, "Jim! Jim! Your father is here on TV!"

"What?" I replied, changing my direction and instead heading towards the TV. I couldn't believe it, why was my Dad on TV?

"And that concludes our report on the newest Petalburg Gym Leader," the news lady stated, "Now back over to you, Roy, for our weather forecast!"

I stared over at my mother, who decided that now was finally the time to tell me what Dad's new job was. "You see, dear, he's now the Gym Leader of Petalburg! That's why he was so keen on moving," she told me, "it's a pity that we didn't get to see the report…"

I was amazed. Was my Dad really a Gym Leader? I felt almost selfish for what had happened yesterday in my mind, thinking that my Dad was the one who was selfish. It was his lifelong dream, after all, to own a Gym, and it would certainly help pay off university, so it was a great idea, now that I think about it.

I decided to tell my Mom that I was going out to check out the lab, to which she merely shrugged, figuring I wanted to get it checked out. She continued watching TV as I walked out the door. I was lucky, the lab was literally right across the street from our house. I got over to the door, and knocked, hoping that the response would be immediate. Much to my surprise, it was. However, I didn't see Professor Birch, I only saw his assistant.

"Where is the Professor?" I inquired, hoping for a bit of insight.

He responded quickly, "I don't know, all I know is that he left the Pokémon he was planning on taking here. I'm getting a little worried." He looked at Gladius, who now was on the ground near my leg, and then looked back at me, asking, "Could you possibly go and check on him? I can't leave the lab, and without his Pokémon, I'm getting worried for him and his daughter."

My inner pervert getting the better of me, I immediately asked, "How old is she?" to which he simply gave me a look that told me that I shouldn't be asking such a question. I scratched the back of my head in embarrassment, deciding to cut my losses, and instead, ask, "Anyways, where should I be going?"

He pulled a small local map out of his pocket and pointed to a location north of us. "Check around there."

I shrugged and called Gladius back onto my shoulder. I speedily jogged out of the lab and, shortly after my exit, broke out into a full on sprint towards the start of 'Route 101'. No way in hell would I let a potentially nice looking girl escape my grasp!

When I finally reached the southern end of the route, I saw a middle-aged man in a lab coat with brown hair and cheesy facial hair, who seemed to be scared out of his wits. He was desperately searching his bag for something, and I also heard a thing growling at something else.

"COME ON DAD! TORCHIC IS ALREADY KNOCKED OUT!"

Whoever that was, my attention was brought towards them. I couldn't see them, but I could see the brown furry creature with murder in its beady little eyes. I ran over and noticed what it was growling at; an amazingly hot girl! I knew I was going to regret what I was about to do, but I figured that it was better than watching a beautiful girl get mauled by a little brown thing.

Motioning for Gladius to get off of my shoulder and onto the ground, he decided to do so with a bit of perk in his step. I was amazed, I never saw him move so fast. I quickly pulled a heroic-looking pose, and pointed at the foul creature. Gulping, I decided that this was only for the best.

"Go Gladius!" with that, the brown creature stared at me, directing its menacing gaze towards Gladius and I. The middle-aged man and the hot girl looked at me as well.

The creature started hissing at my relaxed Wood Gecko Pokémon, "ZIGZAGZIG!"

"Treeeecko!" was the response he gave, getting ready to kick some ass.

"Okay… here goes! Gladius! POUND IT INTO SUBMISSION!"


Okay then. That is the first chapter all done and good. I'll start describing the appearance of Jim soon, but keep in mind I don't like the look of 'Brendan' too much, so imagine Jim to be closer to 'Red'.

R&R, I don't care if you like it or hate it, tell me how to improve, and I'll try my best!

Also, DAMN! This seems a lot shorter than it looked on MS Word.