A/N: Hey guys, it's Blox, back with another new story (yeesh). But yeah, I had an idea…and…I just had to try and put it into words.

If you came here from PKMD: DTB, then hello again! If you're wondering why I'm starting this instead of updating PKMD, it's kinda complicated. I can tell you I'm not (for once) in a writer's block for that story, I just haven't had the time to do it.

Oh well…enjoy the story I suppose!

EDIT: Lé mom issue has been fixed (I think). If it's still there (capitalized Moms where they shouldn't be)...let me know.

*pitter patter pitter patter*
*snore*

"Hey Blake…"

*snoooore*

"Blake…Ms. Haley is calling on you."

*snooor-*

"BLAKE SAKURA! WAKE UP!"

"Uwwaaa?!" Blake jolted up from his desk and slammed his head into the wall with a huge thud. He reeled back and laid on the desk, holding his head in agony while the other kids hooped and hollered.

"Urk…did I fall asleep again?" He turned his head to look at his table buddy, Evelyn, who stared back down at him with her bright blue eyes. Her face was twisted into a disappointed scowl, like the one his mom made whenever he forgot to do the dishes.

"C'mon Blake, we're going to lose points again. Hmph!" She crossed her arms dramatically and looked away, her brown hair flopping around her shoulders. Blake adjusted his black jacket and smiled before sitting back up. She was kinda cute when she acted mad.

Blake froze when he heard the footsteps of the teacher behind his desk. After what felt like an eternity, he slowly turned to look up at Ms. Haley, his fifth grade teacher.

"Blake, this is the fourth time you've fallen asleep in class."

Blake sarcastically put up his right hand and counted slowly with his fingers.

"Erm…I'm pretty sure this is the fifth time." Snickers spread throughout the classroom, causing Ms. Haley to sigh and rub her forehead with her right hand.

"You really need more sleep Blake. I know you're ahead in the homework, but that doesn't give you an excuse to snooze in class."

"Sorry Ms. Haley, it won't happen again." Blake gave her a cheesy smile and tilted his head. She rolled her eyes and went back up to the front of the class.

Blake suddenly felt a punch in his arm from across the table. Of course, he knew who it was instantly.

"Nice going Sakura, now we're on Ms. Haley's bad side today," laughed Julian, his best friend since kindergarten. They both laughed silently as Ms. Haley continued on the math lesson Blake had already learned. Math came easy to Blake.

"Julian, you're being a bad influence on Blake," said Evelyn, almost out of nowhere. She wasn't even looking at the two boys, focused on taking notes over the lesson.

"What? Naaaaah it can't be. Why are you so worried Evelyn? Is it 'cause you like him?" Julian laughed as Evelyn turned away, blushing.

"N-no…shut up."

Julian turned back to Blake, who was daydreaming again about some far-off world nobody else could comprehend.

"But seriously Blake, at this rate we're going to get recess taken away, and trust me, I'm using my recess time the best I can. We'll be out of elementary school in only a couple months, and there's no recess time in middle school."

"Sounds dreadful," droned Blake, only half-focused on the conversation with Julian.

"Yeah, I know right? I won't be able to run around outside for an hour anymore!"

"I don't know how we'll get by."

"Shut up guys!" whispered Evelyn. "You're distracting me."

"'You're distracting me, weh weh!'" mocked Julian, imitating Evelyn's voice before pulling out his notes and a pencil.

Blake, meanwhile, was staring blankly at the Smartboard that Ms. Haley was drawing on. All day Blake had felt distracted, his mind elsewhere while his teacher and his friends went about. Normally math excited him, but it seemed that not even this subject could snap him out of the daze.

His eyes darted towards the clock; 3:20. Only twenty more minutes before school got out.

*shhhhhhrrrrrrr*

Blake groaned in despair and dropped his head onto his forearm. The sprinkling of rain only an hour earlier had picked up into a downpour, and his mom wasn't able to pick him up from school today. He would have to walk home. At least school was less than five minutes away from his house.

"Okay class, that's it for today! You can have the rest of your Friday off." Ms. Haley's voice seemed to come from almost miles away.

"Yaaaaay!"

Blake perked his head up when he heard the rustling of chairs and zippers as kids packed their bags in preparation to leave school. He smiled softly when he saw this sight; this was his favorite part of the day.

Blake flicked out his 3DS XL and booted up Pokémon Ultra Sun. This was by far one of his most favorite games on the handheld console, and he'd made quite a bit of progress on what was now his third run through of the game, despite what Julian said.

"Nah, you can't beat the game in three days," he said. "I'll pay you five bucks if you do," he said. Julian was about to be short five bucks on Monday.

*RIIIIING*

Of course, before he knew it, the dismissal bell had gone off and school was out. Why couldn't he make time pass faster during class?

"Hey Blake, see ya tomorrow!" shouted Evelyn, waving and winking at Blake as she skipped out the door.

"Wait, why tomorrow? Tomorrow's Saturday!" Blake exclaimed. Evelyn put her arms behind her back and winked.

"We have the art project to finish, remember?"

"Ugh, that's right!" Blake facepalmed himself. He and Evelyn were working on a graduation collage for art class that was due next Wednesday. Of course he had forgotten.

"It's at my house, right?" asked Blake.

"Yup! See ya there at ten!"

"See ya Evelyn." Blake waved goodbye as she skipped out the door with the rest of the kids. Julian, however, stayed behind with Blake, who hadn't moved from his chair.

"Hey Blake, you sure you don't need a ride home?"

Blake nodded slowly.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks though Julian."

Julian slung his backpack over his right shoulder and saluted Blake.

"Am I dismissed General Sakura?"

"At ease, Private Ramirez."

"Haha, catchya Monday."

"Yeah…"

Julian sprinted out of the room, leaving Blake and Ms. Haley the only ones still in the classroom. Blake slowly stood himself up, slid on his raincoat and cap, and put his backpack on his shoulders.

"Be safe out there Blake," he heard Ms. Haley remark from behind. "It's pretty wet out there."

"I will Ms. Haley. See you Monday."

Blake trudged his way out into the gray and blue hallway, the clamoring and excited voices of elementary school students filling the empty space with joy. Blake sighed, realizing that within the next month he would be leaving this building and life forever, moving on to the nightmare that was called middle school. Unless he became an elementary school teacher of course. Not the course path Blake was looking to take.

Blake shoved his way past a few fifth graders in another one of the classes, but one of them grabbed him by the shoulder.

"Hey Sakura, where do you think you're going?" The fifth grader pushed him back, causing Blake to take a few steps to steady himself.

"Home, Greg. Where else would I be going?"

"The trash can. Isn't that where you live anyways?" Greg and his group of boys snickered. Greg was the bully of the group, but since he acted like an angel in class, nobody could pin him down for trouble.

"Yeah it is, I take great pride in how I organize my stench." Blake gave the group a dramatic bow, hand wave and all. "Now if you excuse me, I must go to organize my landfill."

"Smell ya later loser. Ehehehe."

Blake laughed to himself a bit when he turned left out of the hallway. Those bullies may be good at taking down other kids, but Blake had learned to become a master of redirection and patience. Being one of the youngest kids in the grade, Blake had his fair share of bullies in the past few years. Luckily, it also taught him how to counter the jests and pokes of the bullies with his own funny language. It gained him some respect with those kinds of people.

By the time Blake had reached the front of the school, most of the kids had left, either biking, walking, or being driven by their parents. Only Blake, the administrators, and a few stragglers remained. The sheer loudness of the pouring rain overwhelmed Blake's ears as he flipped up his coat hood and walked out into the downpour.

*SHRRRRRRRRR*

The rain battered Blake's head and body as he jogged briskly away from the school, the sky dark and the only source of illumination coming from the street lights, cars, and the one ray of sunlight that had managed to squeak through the dark clouds that covered his town.

*CRRRAAAAACK!*

The thunder momentarily startled Blake, him nearly losing his footing on a slippery puddle as he crossed the street. He held his hood closer to his face as the rain poured with increasing ferocity.

*SHRRRRRRRRRR* *WWOOOOOOSH*

Blake sprinted down the sidewalks of his neighborhood as the wind began to pick up, the combination trying to push and throw him off his feet and into the soaking grass beside him. He shook his head, refocused, and moved on.

*CRAAAAAAAAAAASH!*

Lightning filled his eyes as a bolt of electricity crashed into a lightning rod of a house a few blocked down. The large crack made him slip and land on his back, resulting in him reeling in pain.

"Graagh…not again…" He slowly stood himself up as he regathered his dropped belongings and put them in his backpack.

rrrrrrr….

As Blake finished putting his pencil case away, he heard a soft humming coming from something near him, the noise barely audible over the lashing of the rain and wind. He stood still, the rain pummeling his face, as he listened again for the noise.

….rrrrrrr….

Sure enough, there it was again. His ears weren't fooling him this time, or if they were, they did a pretty damn good job.

His eyes drifted from his left to his right, surveying the ground for any odd objects or movements. It was a bit hard to see in the dark with the rain blocking his view, but he had to make do with what he got.

…..rrufff….

The noise a bit louder this time; Blake must be closer than before. He began peering evermore sharply, keeping his eyes open for anything besides, grass, cement, dirt, or his foot.

….rrrr…..rrruf….

Blake's eyes came to rest on an unusually large lump of ground. The noise was the loudest here; whatever this thing is, it must be it. He carefully walked up in front of the mass and kneeled down, listening once more.

"…Rufff…" emanated the mass. Sounded like a dog; how unfortunate that it's owners left it outside in the pouring rain.

Blake quickly looked up and darted his eyes up and down the street. Nobody around this part of the neighborhood had a dog this small; it might be a stray. He tried to search for any cars or people looking for the dog, but nobody came to help. It was up to him down.

"Shhhh…it's okay. I'll help you."

"…Rufff?" The mass shuffled a bit as Blake slowly picked it up. The dog was wrapped in a small blanket, by far not enough protection from the pouring rain. He searched around the ground for anything that might tell him of the dog's owners, but all he found was a baseball. He stuffed it in his right pocket.

"…rrrrr…" The dog's growls were getting weaker. Was it hurt?

Blake carefully took out his 3DS XL, making sure not to expose it to the rain. He turned on the screen to provide some light, and saw most of the dog he was holding was covered in the blanket. The light brown fur he did see was scratched and bloody. This dog had gotten into serious trouble.

Luckily for Blake, his mom was a veterinarian (ironically his mom wouldn't let Blake have any pets), and he knew she would know what to do.

"…arooo…"

"Don't worry, I'll get you to safety boy."

No response.

"Girl?"

"…rrr…"

So this dog was a girl. Okay.

"Okay girl, not much farther. We'll reach my house soon."

Blake cradled the injured dog in his left arm as he stuffed his 3DS away with his right. He pulled his hood down and began to sprint down the sidewalk.

*splish splash splish splash*

Blake could feel the dog shivering in his arms, it's soft whimpers growing weaker by the minute. He didn't have much time.

"Just hold on, okay? Almost there."

Blake slid to a stop at the street he lived on. He carefully crossed the road before sprinting again up the slight incline of the hill.

"…rrr…."

"C'mon, not much longer!" Blake kept running; his house was just up there. His legs were on fire and his lungs gasped for air, but he didn't stop.

"…aroo…"

Blake stumbled and heaved for air as he typed the code into the garage opener. As the door slid open, he could see in the corner of his eye that his mom was home; good timing.

"Okay girl, we're here," he whispered to the dog. The bundle shifted weakly.

Blake limped up the stairs and opened the garage door, the alarm giving a loud beep as he did. He quickly kicked his shoes off and put his jacket onto the hangar.

"Blake, you're home already?" he heard his mom exclaim from the kitchen. "Doesn't it normally take you longer to-."

"I need your help Mom," he interrupted, picking up the bundle from the ground. It growled a bit in response, but didn't offer much of a fight.

"Blake, what is it?"

Blake ran into the kitchen, holding the dog in his arms. His mom was making dinner; spaghetti and meatballs. Delicious.

"Mom, I found this dog in the pouring rain. I couldn't find it's owners anywhere."

Blake's Mom nonchalantly took the spaghetti off the burner and put the pot on the granite countertop.

"Blake, what did I tell you about pets-." His mom froze when he saw the bloodied fur and scratches covering the part of the dog she could see.

"Oh my…give me…"

"It's a she Mom…I think." He carefully handed the bundle to his mom, who rushed down the hallway towards her office, where she always kept a spare set of equipment in case something like this happened. That's what she gets for being a veterinarian and having an office identical to an animal surgery room.

"Blake, I might need your help. Come quickly."

Blake instinctively turned off the stove (no more fires) before rushing to assist his mom. She had already put some gloves and a mask on before Blake had gotten there. She quickly tossed him a set, and Blake slid the mask and gloves over his face and hands. He'd assisted his mom before in the past, but only once…and that didn't end well.

"Let's see what we're dealing with here…oh my goodness. I've never seen this before."

"Seen what Mom?" Blake inquired.

"This breed of dog…"

"C'mon Mom, you're a veterinarian, and a canine surgeon as well. You know all the dog species, even the mixes." His mom tended to pull his leg a lot, and Blake had learned to catch on to these jokes and pranks.

"Seriously Blake, where did you get this dog?"

"On the side of the road…why?"

"No clues?"

"Only this…" Blake took the baseball out of his pocket. Except it wasn't a baseball.

"A toy Pokéball?" laughed his mom. "You haven't been bringing your Pokémon toys to school again, have you? I thought you got over that cycle."

"I did Mom! I found this by the dog!" He put the Pokéball back in his pocket. He will look at it in his room tonight, after dinner.

"Well…if you won't believe me…take a look yourself."

Blake slid past his mom and looked at the table. His eyes widened when he saw the sight.

"Im…possible…what…" He clutched his head in shock. Lying on that table…was a Rockruff.

"Blake, you know what breed this is?" his mom inquired. Blake weakly shrugged.

"Technically?" Blake blinked a couple times and rubbed his eyes. Was his mind deceiving him? The Rockruff's body was covered in bloody scratches and bite marks, it's fur tinted red. The blanket, which was now lying to it's side, was also covered in blood.

Pokémon didn't exist in this world, but this was clearly a Pokémon.

"Well…this is quite serious Blake. You go eat dinner. I'll be working on her for awhile." Blake quietly left his mom's office before throwing off the mask and gloves and running into the wall, breathing heavily. A Pokémon…no, it couldn't be. This is a dream.

He began to fiercely pinch himself and slap himself in the face. It was all real. Too real.

Blake carefully led himself to the giant pot of spaghetti and meatballs, and he served himself a giant portion of the noodles. He turned the light on at the dining table, sat down, and began to dig in.

While biting into a giant meatball, Blake again pulled the Pokéball from his pocket. He turned it in his right hand as he inspected the ball. Seemed like a regular old toy on the outside.

Blake clicked the button and the ball flipped open. The inside was lined with metal supports, unlike the toy Pokéballs they sold at Walmart. There was an odd device installed into the joint; no technology he had seen matched it, or even resembled it.

Blake spotted a piece of paper inside the Pokéball and gingerly removed it from it's home. He carefully unfolded the paper and inspected its contents. It read instructions for things he had never seen in his life, recipes using ingredients he had never heard before, and unusual writings in a language he didn't understand. Cliché mysterious letters.

The unusually canonic Pokéball, coupled with the Rockruff…now it had to be true. That was a Pokémon he just saved, even though Pokémon are fictional.

Blake put the paper into his jacket pocket and snapped the ball shut as he finished up his spaghetti. He cleared, cleaned, and put away his dishes in the dishwasher before proceeding to go upstairs, leaving his mom in the office.

After taking a shower, Blake threw himself onto the bed, his head spinning. Pokémon are real?! How long has this been going on? Why do they exist? Who hurt her? There were too many questions to comprehend, too many unknowns. He couldn't wrap his mind around the possibility that he may (or may not be) the first Pokémon Trainer ever.

"No, no. Don't think about that. I'm just helping a dog and that's it. It will probably leave by the morning," one part of his mind said.

"C'mon, this is a one chance opportunity. If it comes up, and I can take care of it, I'm going to do it!" a second part exclaimed.

"I don't even know how to take care of Pokémon."

"Neither does anyone else, and I know if the dog is released she'll just get hurt again."

"And so what? There's so many things I don't know that I'll probably just mess up and she'll get hurt, and it will be because of me."

"I've spent so much time studying Pokémon, playing Pokémon, dreaming about Pokémon…besides whoever she came from or whoever she was made by I'm probably one of the best qualified people to take care of a Pokémon in a non-Pokémon world."

"…"

"Ha, can't counter that, huh?"

"…shut up."

With two parts of himself feuding inside his brain, Blake couldn't fall asleep. No matter how hard he tried, his focus kept drifting back to the Rockruff. Would his mom even be able to save her? Blake closed his eyes and thought of nothing. Just nothing. Just nothing…

Blake's eyes opened when he heard shuffling downstairs, his mom likely finished up with the operation. He quickly checked the clock to his right and saw that it was now 1:30 in the morning; she had been working on Rockruff for several hours and three hours of sleep had flown by with, quite literally, the blink of an eye.

Blake swung himself out of the bed and forced his legs to walk out the room, even though they were sore from the extreme sprinting he had done. Clutching the wall as he walked, he shambled out his bedroom door and carefully navigated down the stairs to the kitchen. His mom, completely exhausted, was finally eating some of the spaghetti. She looked up at him, dreary, before eating the spaghetti. Not a good sign; normally she yells at him and tells him to go back to bed.

"Mom…"

She held up a hand and shook her head.

"Not now Blake. You should be in bed." She sighed and returned to the spaghetti.

"Did it…go alright?"

His mom put the fork on the plate and stumbled over to Blake, who stood in his pajamas at the bottom of the stairs. She kneeled down and gave him a huge hug, tears welling in Blake's eyes.

"M-Mom?"

"She's alright. She lost a lot of blood and it took awhile to bandage up all the cuts and lacerations, but she'll make it through. It'll take some time for her to heal."

Blake perked up a bit at that remark.

"And that means…"

"You can take care of her during that time."

"THANKS MO-."

"But I can't guarantee anything after, okay Blake?"

"That's fine Mom!"

"She's resting in the office right now."

Blake dashed past his mom and ran straight to the office, sliding into the wall as he overshot the door.

"Careful Blake, she's fragile right now."

Blake grabbed his knee in pain then forced himself up, his muscles on fire.

"Ugh, that sprinting really did a number on me." He carefully stood up, again, and quietly snuck into the office.

Sleeping on the now clean blanket was the Rockruff, it's body slowly billowing up and down as it slept. Bandages covered a lot of it's body, some of the bandages tinged pink from a bit of excess blood loss and continuous bleeding. While it was nowhere close to 100%, it certainly was an improvement from earlier in the day.

Blake carefully walked up to the Rockruff and starting petting its fur. It's eyes suddenly opened and it turned to look at him.

"Rockruff?" The Rockruff tilted her head inquisitively.

"Shhhh…just sleep. You need to rest."

"Ruff, rockruff!" The Rockruff wagged her tail gently.

"I'll see you in the morning, okay?"

"R…Rufff…" The Rockruff mumbled something in Rockruff language before falling back asleep.

Blake slowly walked back to the kitchen and looked at his mother.

"She seems pretty calm Mom. I'm surprised."

His mom looked at Blake with a confused expression.

"Really? She was alert earlier, wouldn't settle down."

Blake shrugged it off. It didn't completely matter to him; tomorrow he would make his first steps as the world's first Pokémon trainer (that he knew of)! The problem was…where to start?

I hope you guys enjoyed this first chapter of the story!

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Of course, I don't own Pokémon :P

See ya guys next time!

-Blox