"Kenta, what are you doing?" Sabrina asked, peering over the shoulder of the 21-year-old former trainer. "Nothing really. Just working on a story," he replied. "About what?" Sabrina asked, not bothering to read his mind. "About us. And Slowking. Oh, and Lawrence, Will, Duplica, and the others."

"So an autobiography?"

"In a way. And about that destiny that Ainena always mentioned."

"That sounds like a good autobiography, how did you begin it?"

"With disclaimers. Like how Pokemon belongs to Nintendo, and all its various subsidies producing the anime and manga."

"The what?"

Kental aughed, "Nothing, I think Albedo needs us."

Pokemon: Destiny

Act 1 – The Trainer from Johto

Episode 1 – I chose you!

The sun dawned over an ordinary day in the town of New Bark. Of course, for our protagonist, that doesn't matter. For the day began for Kenta in another plane of reality. For Kenta, it was another boring day, lonely day, and goalless day. Indeed, Kenta was rather boring. He was male, 18, had few friends off the internet, and was like a ghost in lives. He'd enter for one class, leave, and no one would care about him after he's left. He had only one wish, a wish he'd sit up and wait for stars to wish, to find someplace he is welcome.

That night there was a shooting star, and he wished upon that before going to sleep.

Meanwhile, back in New Bark Town, a small, invisible pokemon sat atop one of the large wind turbines. It was watching the blades spin around and listening to everyone down below. Down below a brown-haired man in a lab coat walked into a building carrying a new pokeball. Deciding it was worth it, the pokemon floated down to the window, looking in with a quiet call of 'Mew.' The pokeball had contained a Slowpoke, which Elm had taken out of it's ball and was looking over. The Mew continued to watch as someone came up to another window and looked in.

This watcher had red hair, a black buttoned top, purple pants. "So this is Elm's lab. It doesn't look that great," he scoffed to himself as he watched. Mew could tell that this person was planning no good, though also that it was supposed to happen. So it went and peaked in all the different houses in the town. Soon, though, it grew bored and sat back up on the windmill to watch the sun. Pokemon of all kinds flew about overhead and soon the sun began to sink lower. Looking out, Mew was bored. Sure it had all kinds of people and pokemon in the world, it wanted a real friend. So looking out at the sky, Mew wished upon a shooting star for just that.

A friend.

The next morning, a male stirred atop a stump in the town. He looked 18, he was 18. His hair was short and blonde, not white-blonde but yellow-blonde. His eyes were green, head a bit curved toward the bottom. His body was not muscular, and not fat, covered in a black shirt and black pants. In addition, he had purple thigh-high boots, and a yellow tunic with green trimming. Finally, there was a brown belt with places to store things.

Anyway, he groaned, rolling over onto the ground with a thud "What was that?" he called, springing to his feet and looking around. He was drowsy, but not for long as he realized something... "This isn't my room. This isn't home!" In fact, the man was just nearby to New Bark Town. The invisible Mew watched excitedly from nearby, knowing it's wish was granted.

The man walked into the town and looked around, it's few residents themselves stirring, a few taking second looks at him. One finally approached him, "Ah, there you are, Kenta. Professor Elm has been looking all over for you."

"Professor Elm?" Kenta asked, still not totally sure. "Yeah, I think he needs your help. Maybe he has a pokemon for you," the person said, as it clicked for Kenta. Without saying a word, Kenta ran off toward a large building. He knocked on the door, "Hello? It's... Kenta."

"Oh, come right in!" someone called from inside.

Feeling he was welcome, Kenta pushed open the door and went inside. Sitting at a table pouring over notes was a man in his lower 30s. His hair was brown, and short. His head was adorned with glasses, while his body had a blue top and brown pants. Identifying his rank as professor, he had a white coat on. "Kenta, so glad you came fast. I wanted your help with something," Professor Elm said, before something pinged on his computer. "Oh, hold on a moment," Elm said as he wheeled his chair over to the computer and checked his mail. "Oh it's Mister Pokemon again. He's probably got another egg to show me. Oh I know!" Elm suddenly exclaimed, jumping up and scattering his papers, "I was going to ask you to help me with some research, and perhaps you can go get whatever Mister Pokemon has, too."

"Well what do you need help with?" Kenta asked, it's not like he had anything else he could say. He listened as he fidgeted with his tunic.

"Well I was looking over some historical documents form Alph, and I found that trainers there would let their pokemon follow them. Seeing as it was a time before pokeballs, they must have had to build strong friendships to have trainers. Since the way pokeballs work is that they forcibly create a trainer-pokemon bond, they have made life far easier, that's why so many people have pokemon now. I need someone to help me test the effect of keeping a pokemon outside of a pokeball. Now I don't have a wild pokemon, but one that I captured recently should be good enough. Now assuming I'm correct, this will create a strong bond between you and the pokemon. That may make it stronger, or faster, or just plain better. And at it's worst, it won't have any effect. Of course, it could run off, but I've been impressed with the laid-back nature of this pokemon so far. Still, if my hypothesis is correct, this may revolutionize training, making pokeballs not necessary for training," soon Elm had slipped into total rambling, which caused any listening assistants to go back to work.

"And so that is the importance of studying the effects of keeping a pokemon outside of it's pokeball during training," Elm concluded. The professor knew what he was going on about, but he did have the unfortunate quality of lulling visitors to sleep. That was why Kenta was asleep on a desk by then, snoring quietly... or at least it seems quiet compared to Elm. "Kenta! Are you asleep?" Elm asked, prodding the teen. Kenta groaned, "Wha—oh, yeah. Walk around with the pokemon." Elm frowned, "Yes, I need you to walk around with it as you go get that egg from Mister Pokemon. He's just north of Cherrygrove Village."

Kenta nodded, "And what pokemon do I get?" He got up and walked over to where Elm had moved, by a machine holding a single pokeball. He reached out to grab it, getting a feel for the weight. After a moment, he lightly tosses the ball. In a flash, the opened ball revealed a pink-bodied hippo-like creature. It yawned, remaining curled up on the floor as it watched the Professor and new Trainer. "A slowpoke?" Kenta whined, "Aren't there better options?" Elm shook his head, "I have a Ralts, but that is for someone else coming by this afternoon."

"Well if there is no other option, how do I get this thing to move?" Kenta asked, trying to push or pull the Slowpoke. "Give it a moment," was Elm's reply, "Once it gets started walking it should be fine, until it stops again."

It took a few minutes before Slowpoke stood up, and walked over to Kenta. Not willing to risk it sitting down again, Kenta sprang up and started for the door. Outside, he looked over as the young man continued to stare in the window, and Slowpoke continued to follow behind it's master.

Crossing the flower beds on the edge of town, Kenta hears a door shut behind him. Turning around, he spies Elm running toward him. "I forgot to tell you something!" he was yelling. After panting, once he caught up, he spoke again "I should give you my number, in case you need me." Elm took a PokeGear from Kenta's pocket and punched in his number, before he gives it back. "There you go, I will be in touch if I need you," Elm turned around and walked briskly back to his lab. "Well, Slowpoke. I guess we should get on the trails," Kenta said, noticing the Slowpoke had sat down, "Once you stand up."

Well now I get a chance to talk. I should ask you not to judge the story on this one chapter. It gets far better a few chapters in.

Funny story about this, I started writing at the Elm's lab scene and added the first stuff in later. That's why it sucks. But I also wanted to downplay Kenta being a "Self Insert" because this is meant to be superior to a normal SI. Kenta isn't a genius at this, he'll make mistakes. Plus I shouldn't tell you this, but Kenta will be wrestling with going home up to the climax of the story.

So please rate, review, and read on. There's another 19...ish... more or slightly less chapters, and four more acts to see... eventually.