Thank you for considering my fanfiction to read this evening/morning/afternoon.

I've written a lot of it, but in a notebook. I don't get many chances to type it on the computer, but with an audience, I'll try.

So, without further delay...

I do not own anything but my plot and OCs.

The Blooming of Legends

"Elyki! Wake up!"

Something stirred under the navy blue blankets. It made a groaning sound. "You up yet?!" the same female voice yelled.

A head with brown eyes and dark brown hair emerged from the covers. It yawned then flinched to the sound of a loud meow. A Persian was in the doorway that led out of the white bedroom and into a very short corridor. The Persian took a corner of the navy blue covers, and, pulling with its mouth, revealed what was behind curtain number 1: a tired, young boy in pajamas.

Elyki defiantly rolled over and murmured something about beauty sleep. The Persian meowed again and didn't leave until the boy was dressed and leaving his room. He glared at the Pokemon, but it was unfazed. He walked down the short corridor, turned right and descended the stairs. The Persian, with a collar with a fragment of a Moon Stone on it, ran past the sleepy child and towards a brown-haired and brown-eyed woman.

"Good, Sandy," the woman praised the Persian. She looked up at the boy, "Good morning, Elyki."

Elyki proceeded to the granite peninsula saying, "Morning, Mom."

Elyki's mom looked expectantly at him as she served him a glass of orange juice. He took a gulp then asked, "What?"

His mother rolled her eyes grinning. "It's your birthday!"

Elyki paused. "I'm ten!" he shouted with glee at the realization.

"Yes, and you know what that means!" his mother replied.

His eyes lit up. His skinny body shed its morning grogginess. He immediately got into his white tee-shirt and gray cargo pants. Elyki made haste during his morning routine and almost forgot his ankle socks. Within a few minutes he came bolting down the stairs and went for his shoes. Elyki stopped. His shoes weren't there.

"I got you these!" Elyki's mother said, shoving a pair of red sneakers at him. "They're the newest Running Shoes I could find."

Elyki was happy but somewhat sad; his old, gray, muddy, worn out, graffiti-ed shoes were not the ones he'd spend this great journey with. "Thanks, Mom!" he said, hugging her.

"Be brave, Elyki," she whispered, still holding him. A tear fell on to Elyki's head. He felt that she was being a bit over-dramatic, but maybe not. Today, she is essentially letting go of her only son. He thought it would be rather rude to object to her maternal worries. Elyki then decided that he would have to come back sometime soon; for no one knows when he will return. "I will," he answered.

"Don't do anything foolish," his mother said as she released him.

"Don't worry," he replied, giving Sandy a good scratch behind the ears. He put on his new shoes, which were way too big, then sprinted out the door, looking back at his mom and Sandy.

"I love you!" she shouted. Sandy gave a loud cry. "Love you, too!" Elyki answered waving good-bye.

There was a whale of a crowd in front of the lab. Everyone wanted their first Pokemon, and this was the only day for a while that they could get one. All the people were shoving and shouting. Elyki, not wanting to be part of this nonsense, stayed back a few feet from the seemingly daft mob. After about ten minutes, the crowd's perimeter shrank only a measly and practically unnoticeable amount. C'mon..., Elyki mentally complained. He looked around and spotted a girl his age, shorter, with raven black hair, and sky blue eyes. She was wearing a white skirt and blue knee-socks. Her hair was held up in a ponytail by a sky blue bow that nearly matched her eyes. She was sitting on a rock a moderate distance to the side of the lab. He walked over and sat next to her.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi..." was her response, shy, not even eye-contact.

A few slothful seconds crawled by before Elyki asked,"What's your name?"

The girl waited before looking into his eyes. "Amethyst, Amethyst Rain." She blushed. "Yours?"

"Uh..." he answered, forgetting his name. He never really had many girls for friends. So what? he thought, She's a girl... You've seen them before, duh! Why does she seem so special? Well, her beautiful eyes staring into mine caught me off guard... but- Elyki realized Amethyst Rain was staring at him with an odd look. Oh! My name... Elyki thought ...uhhh... oh yeah! "Elyki," he said finally. Amethyst gave him a questioning look. "Elyki Hishiru."

"Ah..." she said a little confused, "You, uh..."

"Gonna get my Pokemon? Yeah! You?"

"Yes... I hope the professor doesn't run out," she replied, glancing over in the crowd's direction.

Elyki wondered if they would. Would he have to wait another month? A year? A decade? Ooh, the thought of waiting a month pained him, never mind a decade!

Amethyst glanced toward the road and did a double-take. In the distance, there was a boy running in their direction. He had chestnut eyes and spiky, yellow hair with red covering the two, front thirds. His orange-red hoodie was slightly over-sized, as were his gray sweatpants.

"Hey! Elyki!" the boy shouted, still running. "Who's that?" Amethyst asked.

"Oh no..." Elyki muttered, grinning.

When the boy reached the pair, he was panting. "Hey... Elyki... who's... this?" he inquired between breaths.

"Ichiro Suzuki, this is Amethyst Rain; Amethyst Rain, this is Ichiro Suzuki," he introduced the two. The two gave each other odd looks, Ichiro marveling at her eyes, Amethyst at his hair.

"You two...?" Ichiro began, putting his index fingers together, insinuating "a couple".

"Wha-?"

"No!"

"Why would we-?"

"I just met her!"

"Cool your jets. I just thought—whatever," Ichiro replied to the shouts as he sat next to Elyki on the rock.

After a brief silence, Ichiro blurted out "I'm gonna get the strongest, fastest Pokemon they have."

"I'll get one that's cute, yet strong," remarked Amethyst.

Some chit-chat followed, mainly discussing why to choose a certain kind of Pokemon, whether swift but weak is better than strong but slow, what type, etc. Soon, the mob of a waiting line outside the lab was no more. The three kids launched themselves to their feet and dashed towards the Pokemon Research Lab.

"I worry about him sometimes," Elyki's mother said to Sandy.

Sandy replied with an insightful purr.

"Yes, I remember when I was his age," she sipped her coffee and adjusted her seat on the couch, "Remember how we met?"

Sandy jumped onto the couch beside her, circled a few times, and sat down.

"Oh yes, we were in big trouble, the both of us. Maybe trouble can get you somewhere," she started scratching Sandy behind her ear, "I guess I don't have to worry about Elyki getting in trouble; he's pretty good at it."

Just then, memories, good and bad, happy and sad, came flooding back to her. She remembered all of the struggles she had during her adventures with Sandy. She remembered all of the sadness and people she had to let go. Still, she could recall the accomplishments that still warmed her heart to the day. She remembered the people she met and how she grew from her experiences.

"Mew watch over that boy..."

The inside was monumental yet still congested with aspiring trainers. There were counters everywhere with Pokeballs and baby Pokemon on them. People were examining the creatures all around, not helping the hectic situation. The three friends split up and searched for their first Pokemon.

Elyki picked up a Pokeball, held it forth, and a Pidgey came out with a bright flash of light. The little bird appeared awfully prideful, sticking its chest outwards and turning up its beak.

"Nope," he muttered as he backed up for a white-haired girl who wanted to pet the Pidgey. A larger child bumped past him. Soon afterwards, another nearly knocked him down. This is such a wild place... About fifty people... so loud... he complained in his own head.

Elyki looked at a Bellsprout, Weedle, Bulbasaur, and two Magikarps before finding a forsaken Pokeball. He gingerly poked it. Nothing. He decided to pick it up. There was a blinding flash of white light. The professor, a short, blue-gray-haired man, ran over from talking to the white-haired girl with the Pidgey.

"Oh dear..." he murmured to himself as he gathered the shattered Pokeball fragments, "... wasn't very happy today... didn't think this Pokeball would last much longer... although, he hasn't come out at all today... frightened... but why now? Who-?"

The professor noticed Elyki hovering above him.

"Oh, sorry. I'm Professor Maple," the older looking man said, "This is a Charmander, male. Uh, who are you, again?"

"I'm Elyki Hishiru," he responded slowly.

"Good, good. Well, do you want 'em?" Maple asked, cutting straight to the point. Elyki turned his head to see a very young Charmander on the table. He stared up at him with a smile. He pet the small Pokemon, who affectionately nibbled his wrist in return. Something about this Pokemon seemed to stand out from the rest. He couldn't quite put his finger on it.

It was mutual, Elyki decided. It was a mutual decision. Sure, Elyki was looking for just a good quality Pokemon, but this Pokemon - Charmander, was it? - wasn't only being chosen by him, he was choosing Elyki.

"I'll take 'em."

The professor said he was running short on Pokeballs and he couldn't quite find one for the small Charmander. Elyki told him he was just thankful that he was light enough to carry on his shoulder.

Maple let out a nervous laugh. "Ah, yes, haha... Erm, shall we, uh, officially give this Pokemon to, uh, to you, then?"

Something wasn't right with him. Maybe its just the small fact that his lab is filled to the brim within squirming children. Or maybe its just that each of those kids wanted to ask him at least five different questions about each Pokemon they picked up. There must be a lot of stress on that guys shoulders, Elyki thought to himself. He decided not to bother him about it.

After a long struggle through the crowd (which was only accomplished because of the professor's authority),Elyki met up with Ichiro and Amethyst, who were both grasping Pokeballs, at Professor Maple's main counter. His friends looked frazzled from swimming the choppy sea that is the mob.

"Hello," he greeted them, running a tired hand through his thin hair, "I'm Professor Maple. Please tell me your names and show me your chosen Pokemon."

A Squirtle and Charmander came out of their Pokeballs at the command.

"Ichiro Suzuki."

"Amethyst Rain."

Maple poked and prodded the small Pokemon on his counter, occasionally writing notes on a notepad or taking a moment to ponder something. Ichiro's Squirtle squirmed at every touch and Amethyst's Charmander hid her eyes and shivered.

"Ah, young Pokemon are very sensitive," noted the professor, making a note.

The exams were rather quick, but to the anxious kids, it seemed to take an eternity. Ichiro even blurted out a few questions through the process, asking if certain procedures were necessary, or if Professor Maple couldn't speed up the examinations.

Elyki's Charmander was checked out as well. He had a similar nervous response. After the examination, Maple handed the Pokemon back to their new owners. The kids thanked Professor Maple and left the Pokemon Research Lab.

Ichiro seemed rather keen on the dirt path leading out of town. He immediately traveled some distance from the laboratory and looked at the ground. He checked a few different spots before he found one that was supposedly better. He nodded his head with approval.

"Okay," said Ichiro dramatically, "Now let's battle..."

Ooh, the suspense! The next chapter has battles as its foundation.

Who will win?

Anyway, please tell me how I did on my first story; I'd be glad to see any constructive criticism!

If you're wondering, I will try to update this as much as possible.