Disclaimers: Does not belong to me.

Notes: First go at a pokemon fanfiction; humor me.

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Prologue: With no chance at all

"Get out of there already!" shrieked Mitsuko needlessly as she threw a pillow – decorated with little tiny-what-was-suspisciously-but-not-exactly-Igglybuffs – at the back of someone's head as they scattered. It scored a direct hit and they staggered, before picking themselves up and running off once more. She fumed before stomping back into her room, not caring that her pillow was still out there; in the hands of the evil, evil darkness of night. Of course, if anyone wanted to actually take the thing, it would be rather amusing/pitiful.

Closing the door behind her, she ran a hand lightly through the raven-black with a single silver streak of hair which just reached her shoulders, and her bangs swept across her eyes, which were naturally brown, but was now a shade of electric purple due to the contacts. The pajamas she wore – midnight blue with one or two stars on the cuffs – were wrinkled and obviously too big for her to wear, but she didn't care. It wasn't like she was about to run out in public with them on.

But then again, she had just run out of the house to throw a pillow at her own brother, who had been acting the jerk again. He just couldn't seem to work out that she hated him asking questions all the time. 'How was mum' 'When's your birthday' 'What's up' were his usual sentence starters, and it annoyed the hell out of her. And that was saying quite a lot as her birthday was tomorrow… at least, if she could recall it correctly.

One would have thought she would be excited about the big 10 and all, as it meant a few more open doors in her choices, but she really couldn't care less. Blackthorn city had long since had its comings and going of trainers, many of them getting whipped and losing out, only to try again and – hopefully – end up victorious, and she honestly didn't want to go. Hell, being ten years old and going out to see the world was a shocker in many aspects.

They weren't even old enough, what had the people been thinking? Unlike most children her age, Mitsuko couldn't see the reason behind all the fussing and gnawing and the excitement; seeing the creatures day in and day out trying to chew on random people's faces soon wore off.

But no, it was her mother's decision to force her to go to New Bark Town tomorrow morning and get herself her first… pokemon. The idea had been in the making for nine long years already and now it was happening. Why parents seemed to love doing that she had no clue at all, and it was kind of… alarming.

The girl couldn't see the reason behind this, though, and she still couldn't see it now.

With a grumble, Mitsuko flopped onto her bed, grabbing her Oddish doll in the process. Squeezing it slightly, she watched as the puddle of moonlight on the floor moved in and out of focus as the large tree right outside her window swayed in the breeze.

She had been told by her mother to sleep early to start tomorrow at… let's say… five in the morning the next day. She was not looking forward to it at all. Hell, she should have made the journey a couple of weeks back, seeing that she had to travel quite a way to get to her destination.

Obvious truth was that she didn't want to go. Obvious fact was that she was going to be forced into it, and there was no stopping it. She didn't hate pokemon – thinking them as rather cute animals to poke at until they bit you – but training them and attempting to be the greatest master of them all?

Get real.

Never, in her whole nine – nearly ten – years of her life had she heard of a single trainer out there who had not been defeated at least once. Not even when they were past the league and all, they could still be defeated. It was a dog fight that would never end, never come to a conclusion, and she was going to be in the midst of it one day.

Big deal.

Pulling the blankets over her head and still clutching onto her Oddish doll, Mitsuko took out her contacts, put them away and tried to go to sleep, for tomorrow was going to be a long day…

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Simple conclusion; I shouldn't be writing this. It's pretty much a side project from the other stories I'm working on, but depending on what the people round here think, I may write more. And update faster. So yeah, you have the power.