The story takes place in the Sinnoh Region during a contest, after Harley, May and Ash leave the Unova Region. It is sort of a crossover from two other stories I have, but it will take a while to finish them so I'm going to start…

Ehh, I'll have my fun with this one.

Harley was trimming his toenails... in public for some weird reason "And... FUCK!"

He cussed because he accidently cut too much off of one of his toes and about half of his nail was torn off, leaving the flesh underneath his nail exposed and it was bleeding heavily. He then stood up.

"Why does this always happen to me on Mondays...now I've gotta get this wrapped."

After Harley's bloody toe was bandaged, he heard someone shouting "SHIT! Mudkip!"

Harley sighed "Oh god, another frisky Mudkip..."

Harley walked over to where he heard the shouting and he saw a skinny, black haired man yelling at a Mudkip on the ground, staring up at him.

"Are you sure you can handle that Mudkip?"

The man he was talking to replied "No. I just got him and now I'm having second thoughts of being a Pokémon trainer. He can't even get a simple Aqua Jet right!"

"Aqua Jet?! That's a high level move!"

"Huh, It's level 20 on Buizel... middle level 20's… anyways, look at this mark it gave me!" Ryuzaki lifted up his head to show a giant scratch scratching from his neck to his jaw.

"…that is serious…it came from Mudkip?"

"Yes…but, I suppose it's been punished enough, it's getting stressed out, just need to master the move….Can you put Mudkip in its pokéball?"

"Can't put it back yourself?"

"No."

Harley then threw the pokéball at Mudkip, but instead of Mudkip going in the ball, Mudkip ate it.

The guy yelled in confusion "What was that?"

Harley explained "It just ate it, I was aiming for over its head, but it jumped." Harley commanded "Return!"

Somehow the pokéball still worked and swallowed Mudkip up.

Harley picked the pokéball off the ground and returned Mudkip to his ball. He then returned Mudkip to his rightful trainer. "You've really got to remember that Mudkips can be mischievous, and dangerously frisky. Give it compassion and attention with scolding or things will keep getting worse."

Harley was walking away...

The guy called "Wait!"

"What?"

"You're Harley right?"

Harley was astounded someone knew him "Yes."

"Could you help me with my Pokémon please? All I have is Mudkip and a Starly, and yet I'm having so much trouble! I don't know much about Pokémon. I can't even figure out how to use the damn pokéball!"

Harley sighed "Well... I guess I can't let a guy remain totally clueless about Pokémon." he paused to think, and then Harley said "By the way, what is your name?"

"My name is Ryuzaki." Replied Ryuzaki.

"Huh... it's getting pretty dark out already. I guess you can travel with me and Romando."

"Who's Romando?"

"He's just a friend of mine..."

There was a pause. "Okay, he's my boyfriend."

Ryuzaki just kept that weird eye-popped look of his, that (sooooo) easy to mistake for desire and arousal stare.

"We're not in an open-relationship..."

"Huh?! OH, sorry, this is just how I normally am!" Ryuzaki tried to appeal.

"I'm sure..."

"Hey, seriously, I'm straight!"

Harley listened "Fine." he then asked "How do you know me anyways?"

Ryuzaki replied "I read about you in a magazine. I've been a fan ever since."

Harley smiled "A fan huh? Why are you a fan of me?"

"You have awesome Pokémon, and you have excellent drag skills. Someday I want to be a famous drag queen myself."

"You're a drag queen?"

"Yes, but at the moment I'm an amateur."

"What was that...oh, yeah, men dressed as women, but in performances. I've done that."

And Ryuzaki calmed down, excitement turned into familiarity and all invisible weight off his back for this moment in time.

Harley thought, after thinking about why this guy, Ryuzaki, could be a drag queen; The guy is giving off some serious pervert vibes, but for now he seems in control of himself. He says he know nothing of Pokemon, but he was able to catch a Starly, and Mudkip seems to be at an adequate level...maybe he's faking his idiocy...cruel, a nice attribute...

"So…you know, in competitions like this contest it's wise not to rely on your fellow coordinators. Your closest friend is your worst enemy and like them to you if you're smart. Did you know that?"

"Yes, and not just in competitions. I've known that for years, most of all my life. I've haven't known my original father and mother since I was a young child and while my adoptive parent was quite protective I still saw all of the world. I became a detective, highest up in Japan."

"…I see…" Yes, while Harley had a lot of pain, but he had not had more than the man in front of him. His pain behind not just a mask, but under layers and layers of his psyche, sistered with instinct and the functions of his body. Not even Ryuzaki could feel it's enirity, just a headache constantly burning with flickers and bursts at random.

"Well, do you know what you're planning to do when you're a drag queen?"

"I'll get into modeling; try to do some acting too, get into the media."

"Okay, but all of that together is unrealistic. Even I limit myself to having one main thing and possibly something dashed on it, like horror, or flirtation, and contests."

"Harley, that's my dream. It was insprired from a model named Misa, a very beautiful woman who once had my adoration. Her love was to my best friend, who I also worked with."

"…" *sigh* Harley's eyes moved around, he was silent, then spoke "you seem talented enough, and you have great potential, a smart mind and a small frame that any shape can be built onto. If you're fine with learning from me I'll be honored to teach you. If you still want I would be honored by teaching you about the ways of Pokémon and the ways of training them."

"Yes, I'd like you to teach me about Pokémon, drag, and training."

Now the sky was a very dark blue with a few remnants of light. A shimmer of orange and a small red sun was still left on the horizon.

"Huh... Well, we should probably go inside." Harley said. "Are you okay with walking a bit later? Romando and I are renting a place a few miles from here."

Harley continued "I mean…"

"Sure."

End of Chapter 1

(Yes, Harley's doing something without getting paid. He just is, probably using what very little generosity and kindness he has. And Mondays are the most unlucky days I've experienced except Sundays and Tuesdays, especially Sunday, for whatever reason I don't know.)