I don't own pokemon.

Journey

Chapter 1

It begins again

Aaron opened his eyes.

After waiting so long, today was his magical day. He would finally be able to go on an adventure like all the other kids. The teenager envied them, having had to sit idle long after they had their adventures.

"Nothing will stop me now." he whispered and cracked a smile, more than ready to take on the world today.

Aaron quickly got out of his bed and made his way over to his dresser. There, he pulled out a plain blue t-shirt and a pair of khakis shorts. If nothing else, his outfit would go well with his unremarkable blue eyes and brown hair. Like his hair and eyes, his room was just as unremarkable, with four white walls and a plain dark blue carpet. A TV sat in the back right corner with a Wii hooked up. While it couldn't play the newest games, it played the games he had at the moment, which was good enough for him. His bed sat by the back wall, with the covers not made and a slightly upscaled pachirisu plush.

"I can't forget about you, Sparks." he whispered and picked the plush up. "You're the closest thing I have to a friend in this god forsaken town."

With that, he made his way towards the door, making sure to grab his backpack and slipped it on.

After that, he exited the room and charged down the stairs, pretty much ready to skip breakfast and head out into the world for the first time.

"Don't you want a little breakfast?" His mom inquired, stopping him right in his tracks.

"I'm good, mom." Aaron answered as he casually walked over to his mom, only for his stomach to growl. "Fine. A little breakfast."

He made his way over to the dining table, setting Sparks down in the process. His mom came over with two plates of eggs and bacon.

"Are you ready for this, Aaron?" his mom inquired, watching the soon to be trainer gobble up the meal.

"I think so, mom." Aaron whispered as he headed over to the dishwasher and placed his dish inside. Afterwards, he scooped Sparks up and headed towards the door. "Well, I'm heading off.

Outside, a dull blue bike awaited him. It was in pretty good condition, judging from the few minor scrapes on the bike's paint and a couple of dents on the frame. It also had a large enough basket to hold Sparks.

He got on and cruised past the assorted structures that littered Toku Village. It was one of those nice small towns, just a few houses strewn about with the occasional miniature set of the various regions in the world. Which, made them the premier place for filmmakers and collectors of miniature figurines. You know, for games like Dungeons and Dragons or Warhammer 40K.

Of course, it had the obligatory pokemon lab and a pokemon professor to boot. Though, counting her as one would be stretching such a title. The last time he had checked, having sexual relations with a Serperior did not have that much of a scientific value. But what did he know? He was just some autistic adult that everyone thought was dumb and useless. After today, the boy hoped to proved them wrong.

"Hopefully, she still has a pokemon." Aaron thought as he splashed through a mud puddle on the grassy path. He pedalled as fast he could, trying to get to his destination in a quick and orderly fashion. Or would have, due to a stray lightning bolt striking his bike and launching him up into the air and into the mud puddle he had just rode through.

"Oh my." A voice remarked as he forced himself to look up. Some girl with a yellow mouse on her left shoulder was laughing at him. She was probably nine, maybe ten years old at most. She dressed in a simple yellow sundress with a matching pair of boots. Her brown hair had been cut short, possibly to compliment her green eyes.

"What's so funny?" Aaron accused as he watched the girl grab hold of Sparks, proceeding to parade with the plush. "Give him back?"

"Oh, you want this little baby thing?" the girl remarked as Aaron got up and slammed his right hand into her stomach. "Mommy says… Too fucking bad!"

She then proceeded to rip Sparks's head off and handed the rest to her pokemon, watching it tear the rest of the plushie apart.

"How dare you." Aaron whispered and charged towards the girl, only to receive a second shock. "That was my only friend and you just treated him like crap. At the very least, you could at least pay for a new plush."

The girl seemed to laugh even harder, deciding that throwing what little remained up in the air was a wonderful idea.

"You wish, baby." the girl shouted and ran off, possibly heading towards Route 1. At the very least, she could have given her name. Not that it really mattered in Aaron's book.

"Ow." he whispered and got up, quickly getting to work scooping up what little remained of Sparks into the basket of his bike. "I'll show her."

With that, he headed off towards the pokemon lab. It was a small unimposing building with the exterior of a japanese pagoda.

"No time like the present."

He set his bike down and headed over to the door, giving it a slight knock and watched it slide open.

Inside, the room was slightly bigger, but not by much. Small patches of pokemon eggs littered the floor, with newborn snivy running all about. A concrete floor held it all down, covered in straw. The walls were bare, possibly to prevent any possible property damage to the place.

"Oh. You're Aaron, right?" a voice called out and the soon to be trainer reluctantly headed inside. "I don't think we've meet before. I'm Professor Sakura."

Aaron took a deep breath, searching all about for the pokemon professor. Eventually, his gaze focused on the far right corner of the room, where a woman in a silver kimono was cuddling up with a large serperior. She looked quite pale, contrasting with her greenish brown hair and silver eyes.

"Come closer, darling" the professor greeted and watched her visitor cautiously approach. "While normally I would have three for you to choose from, I just have one. I hope that the pokemon I do have on hand meets your 'expectations'."

Aaron took a deep breath and closed his eyes. A few seconds later, he opened them back up and took a second breath. At this point, he really didn't care. He just wanted to get his first pokemon and be on his merry way. Though, something told him that wouldn't quite be the case.

His gaze scanned the room once more, eventually focusing in on a table with a single pokeball. Both objects looked like they had seen some abuse, with the table having a pair of hand-shaped indents while the ball looked like it was about to fall apart. At the same time though, a strange feeling of nostalgia seemed to fill him.

"There should be three balls." Aaron remarked as he sat down at the table. "The ones on the left and right would be empty but the third…"

He took a deep breath, hoping that whatever sudden 'memory' that had come to him wasn't going to come true. So, the trainer gave the ball a slight poke…

Only for a small brown rabbit to pop out. It stood on its two small cream colored feet with a large amount of cream colored fur covering the creature's brown stomach. The pokemon's small brown arms waved around as a pair of large brown orbs stared towards him with a sense of nostalgia. Finishing off the creature's appearance, was a pair of long brown ears covered with a ball of yellow fur at the top.

"I guessing you remember me, bud?" the trainer whispered, watching his partner pull a knife out. It was the kind you used in the kitchen, with a black plastic handle and a simple metal blade. "I'll take that as a yes."

Carefully, the trainer slipped the pokeball into his pocket and looked behind the table, finding the usual 3000 dollars, six pokeballs and a pokedex. It was the usual box-shape, having been strangely painted white with a smoky grey finish.

Of course, Aaron decided to use the device on his first pokemon, even though he already knew what would theoretically happen.

Scanning…

Buneary

Ability: Cute Charm

Normal, Female

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Dexter: In many totally unbiased studies, Buneary have been shown to help issues for special ed kids.

Aaron: Thanks?

Buneary: Bune?

Aaron looked up from the pokedex and took a deep breath.

"Let's go." Aaron whispered and slipped the device into the pocket with the ball, motioning for his partner to follow. "Thank you, Professor Sakura."

Professor Sakura did not answer, instead choosing to snuggle with her serperior. She watched as the boy and his rabbit made their way to the door, giving a short wave when they got there.

"Good luck." she whispered and sighed, only to close her eyes afterwards. "May the gods and I be on your side for once."

Outside, Aaron was currently holding his pokemon and attempting to get her into the basket.

"Come on, it won't be that bad." he whispered and took a deep breath. "If you won't get in by yourself, I'll put you in there."

Buneary did not answer, choosing to stare off into space. Aaron decided to copy his pokemon, barely making out a figure.

"Hey!" he called out and watched the person fade away. Afterwards, he picked his buneary up and placed her in the basket. But just as Aaron did that, Buneary sunk her knife into his hand.

"Bunear." the pokemon answered and watched her master pulled the knife out of his hand and threw it into his basket. Afterwards, he got onto his bike and started to pedal towards Route 1. Whatever could possibly await them didn't matter, for they were take it head on...

Notes:

Sometimes, you have to tear it all down to move forward.