And now the second installment of the Pokemon series I am writing. I'm going to clear some things up for you.

Red is a girl in this. Some of you may scream "SACRILAGE!", but bear with me. It's based off of my Leafgreen playthrough, and I'm a girl in that one. I switch between genders every game, for the purposes of stories. And I think it would be a different spin on a story that everyone knows.

Now that that is cleared up and aired, we can continue with this story.

And Now, Our Feature Presentation!

AKW 2995 (After Kalosian War)

April 2nd

The sun was starting to shine over the edge of the sea. Pallet Town was just starting to wake up, with Miltank owners walking in the kitchen door with pails of creamy milk and children being roused from bed to tend to chores in the chilly spring air. After that was school, which was exciting and yet not. All except for three kids.

One girl was already out of bed, tying her black and red sneakers at the edge of her bed. Bright red eyes followed her fingers. Her brown-black hair was in disarray from sleep and running her hands through it. For today was no ordinary day. Today was the day that she would be considered an adult, free to make her own choices.

With shoes tied and her brush and hair tie in hand, the girl jetted down the hallway of her house. The stairs were soon in front of her, and she sat down on the banisters.

"Now for the tricky part." She muttered. Her hair was now pulled back in a ponytail. She lifted her feet from the stairs and prepared to slide. Her mother was up, but probably in the kitchen. No way could she know that she was thinking of sliding down the stair rail.

"Red Ashley McMaster!" a voice yelled from the kitchen. "Don't you even think about it!"

Well that plan was ruined. Red sighed and walked down the stairs two steps at a time. Delicious smells wafted from the kitchen, and Red walked in.

Her mother was cooking, which would explain the delicious smells. Most could say that their mothers were good cooks and bakers, but Red felt that she was blessed with the best in the world. But sometimes she could catch her in the act of possible shenanigans, which made Red wonder if her mother was also psychic.

"How did you know?" Red whined.

The older woman shook her head with a smile. "Sometimes we mothers know when our offspring are about to do something stupid. Now would you please set the table?"

Red chuckled and brought two plates from the cupboard to the table, the pan containing breakfast wafting its aroma everywhere. Red felt her mouth water, and gulped to keep herself from drooling.

"Thank you, Mom." Red said, sitting down. Her mother smiled, and they ate. Red's mother, concerned for her daughter going out into the world for the first time, watched with a look of worry. She remembered her traveling days, trying to find her way in the world. Back then, she only had her name of Delia McMaster. The timid young woman of the past wouldn't have dreamed of being called Mom, but here she was. Delia cleared her throat softly.

"So you and your friends are going soon?"

Red nodded, her mouth full. After breakfast was done and dishes were washed, Red flew out the door into the crisp morning. Winter had ended only a couple of weeks ago. Heavy frost still coated the ground most dawns, but tiny green blades of grass were beginning to show out of the earth. A gentle southern breeze carried the scent of the ocean and warm weather. Everything was tender and new.

Another door shut as Red walked by. A brown-haired boy jogged to the gate, his green eyes vibrating in his skull.

"Good morning, Red." The boy greeted, waving.

"Morning, Green." Red answered back. Her friend joined her in her walk down the street.

Green was the same height as Red. They had been friends since they were tiny, sharing and fighting together. Green lived with the Professor, who was his grandfather, and his sister Daisy in the house down the road. He was like his grandpa, smart and knowledgeable. Red never was like that. She was just good with Pokémon, and that's how she liked it.

"Betcha ten dollars Blue is still in bed." Red said, veering around the corner onto Brush Street.

Green rolled his eyes and followed. The third part of the trio was Blue Tameson. Blue was the same age, but he had moved into Pallet Town from Almia when Red and Green were seven. He was well known for his ability to sleep through anything and his above average grades. He was nice to have around, especially since he could out think his way out of anything.

Blue's house had no lights on inside the second story bedroom. No sounds came from the house.

"What do we do now?" Red whispered.

Green picked up a pebble and threw it at Blue's window. The resulting tap on glass made both teens cringe. A broken window would definitely not be a good start to their morning. Red began to scoop up some smaller pebbles when the window opened. Sleepy blue eyes stared down at them.

"Well?" Green said. Blue shook his head and shut the window. Minutes later he came down, dressed and a couple of muffins in his hands. His hair stuck up in a couple of places.

"M'ready." The sleepy boy said.

"Good," Green said. "Wouldn't want to keep Gramps waiting."

Professor Samuel Oak was sipping a cup of coffee and filling out the latest report he needed to send. He felt his arm ache, signifying the latest change in Pallet Town's weather. There would probably be one of the spontaneous spring rain storms of the season coming soon. He hoped it would stay out at sea for a while yet.

An aide bustled in, dropping another stack of papers on his desk.

"I just had that space cleared." He grumbled.

The aide was about to answer when the front door opened. There was a clear view from Oak's desk so he could tell who was coming in. To his glee, it was his grandson and his two friends.

"Ah, Green!" Oak exclaimed. "and Red and Blue, too! Come in, come in!"

The trio came to his desk. Green had a nonchalant expression, always trying to act more macho than he needed to be. Blue's eyes were roving over the books that lined the shelves, looking for something he may have missed. Red was humming as she bounced on the balls of her feet. All of them were excited.

The professor led them to the big table at the back of the lab. Electronic parts and pieces were scattered about on the table, but a clean spot was at the front. It held three Pokeballs, rocking every now and then.

Oak noticed Red's eyes immediately focused on the capsules on the table. Green's and Blue's did as well. Youthful faces lit up.

"These are the Pokémon that you get to choose from. They were picked because they are easier to train than some others." Oak explained. "Choose wisely."

Blue went first. He picked up the left Pokeball. Red chose the one in the middle. Green took the last one. They gave each other a look, and pressed the buttons.

The light from the Pokeballs concentrated into small forms on the floor.

Blue's was a calm Bulbasaur. It glanced up at Blue and immediately sat at his feet, making happy noises as it nuzzled his shin. Blue's face turned bright, and he crouched down to get a good look at the green Grass type.

Green's was a Squirtle. It regarded him with cold eyes, squinting at the Pokeball in Green's hand. Green knelt and offered a hand to the tiny turtle. It sniffed the air and shuffled to Green.

Red's Pokémon was a red Charamander. It blew a wisp of smoke out of its nose. Red grinned, and she put her hand in her pocket. The Charamander blew more smoke as it regarded her, reptilian eyes narrowed with distrust. She brought her hand out of her pocket, and a wrapped piece of jerky crinkled the package. Charamander's eyes brightened, and it walked to Red. She offered her treat, and it was gone in seconds.

"Always a way to a Pokémon through their stomach." She joked. Green rolled his eyes.

Charamander finished its impromptu meal and curled around Red's ankles. The trio stood back up.

"Now," said Oak. "These next things you are taking with you are exclusive to you only. No other trainers are currently getting these. So be careful with them."

He handed them a bright red object. It was longer then it was thick, and resembled a PDA. Red held hers with ginger fingers, for she knew that this electronic thing was definitely breakable.

"This is the PokéDex. It records data from Pokémon that you encounter in the wild. It can be useful for battling and for finding Pokémon. But it currently holds general information about some species, and none about a handful of others. It has been the work of professors and scientists all over the world, and these are the prototypes."

"Why give them to us?" Blue asked. "We're just kids. We could very easily break these."

Oak nodded. "I considered that, especially with you three." He gave Green and Red a pointed look. Both grinned sheepishly and ducked their heads.

"But I decided that you three would be able to see the value in something like this, being who you are. Not only that, you are young. You're ready to go out into the big world and see things you wouldn't see here. You can do things, see things that a researcher or scientist can't."

Blue's chest slightly swelled with pride. Green stood up a little straighter. Red was completely transfixed by Charamander waving its flame-tipped tail about. Green elbowed her in the ribs.

"I wish you good luck on your respective journeys. Be ready, and have fun."

"Yes, Gramps." Green said. "We will."

Oak smiled. He wished, very fleetingly, that Green hadn't grown up so fast. He was a fine young man, and he was going to leave soon. Daisy and he were all he had left in his world, and a parent, much less a grandparent, had wistful recollections of the small children they had a hand in raising.

Green left first, talking about some things he had left to pack. Blue talked with him about some of the PokéDex's functions before leaving. Soon Red was the only one there, Charamander curled up in her lap.

"Red, shouldn't you be packing?" Oak asked.

She nodded, gently picking up the fiery lizard and walking out the door. She and Blue were almost the same as his grandson, quickly becoming grown-ups. Blue was methodical and smart. He had shown interest in working in his lab when he was older. The boy got top marks in school.

Red was so different. She had been the only one to befriend his prickly grandson in second grade. She outdid him in games, and pushed him to do better.

Those three would be surprising to see in a couple of years. Oak thought. Wonder where they'll be?

A/N: And the trio is off! What will happen next? Stay tuned!