I don't own pokemon, really I don't.

Chapter One:

Home sweet home…

"Look, Rosarade!" Drew sighed as he caught sight of his home in LaRousse. "Finally!"

"Rose!" She smiled at him. Took long enough!

"Ah!" He took a deep mouthful of air. It still had the tint of blooming roses. "Home sweet--"

"DREW! YOU'RE BACK!" A high pitch voice screeched as a girl with light green hair in a sundress smashed in to Drew.

"Hey, Millie," Drew laughed. "You mind getting off of me? Or do I have to sick Rosarade on you?" Millie jumped off of him, and turned her attention to the beautiful rose Pokemon.

"Is that the same little Bedew you saved from those Beedrill?" Millie crouched down and met the grass-type at eye level.

"Rose rose, a rade," She scoffed. I could kick those Beedrill's butts without even batting an eye, now!

"Yup," Drew put a hand on Rosearade's petal hair. "This is h--"

"Drew my boy!" An old man with gray hair called to the kids from the brick house. "Come here so I can get a good looks see!"

"Coming, Graps," Drew and Millie yelled back. Millie darted ahead so she could tell the rest of the family of Drew's return. The home sickness Drew had been fighting since he left on his journey fell on him like a ton of bricks. As a woman with blonde hair, and a man with black hair appeared in the door way he bit his tongue to stop from crying. He quickly glided up the step and was crushed in a hug by his mother.

"Oh! My baby's back!" She cried.

"Mom! Can't breath!" He made fake coughing noises. Until she released him from her death grip.

"My boy!" Grandpa slapped him in the back. "Enjoy your Journey? What'd you catch?"

"Now, dad, Maybe Drew wants to sit down before he's bombarded with questions!" his dad chuckled, leading him in the house, he rest of the family in tow. The Haydens sat down in the overstuffed chair Drew's mother's aunt's grandma gave to her. The smell of rose was the strongest in this room of the house, and it wasn't just from Rosarade. After two million questions, most from Millie, Grandpa finally got his question in.

"So can we see you Pokemon? Or are you doing to leave us in suspense?"

"My Pokemon, sure," Drew grabbed his bag from beside the chair. Opening the front pocket he pulled out three pokéballs. "But we may need to go outside. Some are kind of big."

"Oh! I bet it's a wailord!" Millie hopped up, and dashed over to Drew. "It is a wailord? Or, or a cute Pokemon like a Teddiesura?"

"Wait and see, Millie," Her mother told her, taking her hand and dragging her to the rose covered backyard.

"Come on, Drew. Let 'em out! I want see 'em" Grandpa slurred.

"Okay," He threw the pokéballs up. "Absol! Flygon! Masquerian!" Then, a white and black dog like creature, and green and red striped slender dragon, and a white moth with two reddish-orange eyes pattern wings appeared.

"Wow!" Millie's eyes shone. "A Masquerain." Millie step towards it, wide eyed. "Beautiful!" The moth Pokemon fluttered over to her, and she lost all communication to the outside world--like most six year-olds would do. Drew's mom and dad were looking at Absol, petting it, saying how wonderful it was. His Grandpa was inspecting Flygon.

"I think they're enjoying themselves, don't you?" Drew asked Rosarade.

"Rose," Yup, but, She smirked--something she had picked up from Drew. "Rosarade, Rose." If May were here, they would be enjoying even it more.

"It's to bad we have to leave from Jotho soon," Drew looked over to his family, and decided to wait until tomorrow to help them.

A sliver of moon rose into the sky, it's ghostly refection bouncing on the waves of the sea. Drew leaned over the edge of the little porch on the second story of his house. His room was the only one that over look the cliff that was on the south side of the house. A sea breeze, a mingle of rose and sea salt, rushed at him. Then something jumped out of the water.

"Huh? What's that?" Drew squinted. "A matakite?" But the sea fog started to set in, there was no way to see, whatever it was. Shrugging Drew headed to bed.

"*Yawn* Hon," Drew's mom mumbled to her husband at the same time as Drew as staring out to sea, and heading back in to her room. "Remind me to find some batteries for the fire alarm."

At midnight something warm tugged at Drew pant leg. But, after the events of the day, Drew was out like a light. Even though, the warmth was gaining in heat, Drew was enjoying his dream to much. In it, he had just crushed Harley in the Ever Grand Contest, and May was rushing up to greet him. It was to good to wake up from, even though the heat was now burning his pants. WAIT! Burning!?

"WAHH!" Drew screamed, his pants leg on fire. His pants leg, and his whole room. Flames ate away at the walls, the floor was lava hot, burning the soles of his feet, actually.

CRACK! Then a fiery rafter fell, right on top of Drew. Knocking him out cold, and taking his life.