A/N: Meh~, hello there! Well, anyway, this is pretty much what happens when I play Pokémon for roughly 6 hours straight. My brain starts to make children that want me to write them down. Meh~! Thank you for looking at this~!

Dreams are nice, don't you think? Our friend here seems to be having one at the moment. Her dreams are beyond odd, so I think I'll spare you what she dreams about. Let's leave it at it involves a certain mascot for a fast food chain and a song called the "Get Down." To distract everyone from that mental image, it would seem, the alarm clock decided to start screaming. Our friend snapped upright like she did every morning, turning to stare blankly at the alarm clock without doing anything about it. She was just glaring. Then again, she could just be wondering what was going on. Glaring seems to be the default expression for her.

Anyway, we might as well introduce this woman. Her name is Nire Kiin. Her hair is best described as a brown rat's nest, and her eyes are a strange shade of swamp green. Due to the fact that she barely says anything and her eternal glare, most people tend to label her as creepy and keep away from her. Best not bore you, so on with the story.

Nire soon came to the realization as to why she had set her alarm, which she very rarely does. Today was the day she was supposed to get her first Pokémon with her friends. She had to start working on remembering things better in the morning. She shook her head and noticed a bright splash of color in her peripheral vision that she was about 90% certain was not there yesterday. Turning to it, she saw that it was a large, bright blue box with an oversized green bow on top. Oh, those were probably the Pokémon. Wait a minute, if they were in her room, and Professor Juniper said she'd deliver them herself, does that mean Professor Juniper was in her room, while she was asleep? …Nire didn't want to think too hard about that one.

Staring blankly at the box, Nire came to another realization as the morning grogginess began to wear off. The Pokémon were all here, with just her there. She could probably just go over to the box and take all the Pokémon for herself. All she'd have to do was take one for now, then stash the other two underneath her bed under a blanket or something so that they couldn't find them on her person. Then she could just come back for them later. But then again, was she really that horrible of a person? …That seems to change with the days.

As she started to get up to do just that, a polite knock came from her door, then a voice. "Nire, are you awake in there? If you aren't, I'm just going to knock louder until you answer the door. I want my Pokémon." Cheren always had to have timing like that, didn't he?

Plans foiled again, Nire went over to let him in. She wished for once that she didn't always sleep in her clothes. That, or that Cheren didn't know that she slept in her clothes. That way, she could've used that as an excuse to buy time for hiding the Pokémon. Thinking about it wasn't going to get her anywhere, so she just answered the door.

Cheren promptly came in and looked around for the Pokémon. Impatient as always, it seems. When he noticed the box, he started to walk towards it immediately. "Are these the Pokémon?" Nire didn't answer, but Cheren knew that she barely spoke anyway, so he wasn't fazed. He preferred her quiet, because in the rare instances when she would talk, it would always be some sort of non-sequitur that would just result in everyone staring at her for a second before choosing to ignore it. Despite his friend's stoic appearance, she was incredibly eccentric in her actions. He had once caught her building a house out of nothing but twigs, leaves, and mud, and when he asked her why she had done so, she had looked over her shoulder at him and replied "I wish to try growing berries on the roof of it." He didn't bother questioning it.

Nire was casually looking out her bedroom door, silently wondering why Bianca wasn't up here with them. Where Cheren went, Bianca followed, after all. Before she could bother checking downstairs for the missing blonde, she was almost run over by said blonde as she rushed into the room, apparently exhausted. Rubbing the back of her head sheepishly, she gave a weak laugh. "Haha, sorry I'm late, guys. I overslept a bit…" Both Nire and Cheren were not surprised in the slightest.

All of them turned their attention back to the box. Bianca was the first to pipe up. "Well, since they were delivered to Nire's house, Nire should get to pick first, right?" Her and Cheren both turned to look at the brunette, who was staring at the box in blank concentration. Cheren waved a hand near her face, thinking she was merely spacing off again. "C'mon, we don't have all day. Choose your Pokémon so the rest of us can."

In reality, she was contemplating which she should choose. Most definitely not the pig. The look on Snivy's face bothered the heck out of her, so that left her with Oshawott. What was the redeeming factor of Oshawott, though? Let's see, it evolves into Dewott, which was cool. After that, it became Samurott, which had a huge slender horn on it.

She could totally fry kebobs on that thing.

…

Without a word, Nire strode up to the box and plucked out the ball labeled Oshawott's, her eternal poker face giving no reason for her choice. Cheren came next, choosing Snivy. "I wanted Snivy from the beginning", he said. Sure, let's just go with that. Bianca took the remaining Pokémon, Tepig, which Nire personally disliked. She didn't know why, she just did.

Immediately after they had all gotten their Pokémon, Bianca turned to Nire with a smile. "We should totally have a Pokémon battle!" Cheren promptly disagreed, claiming that Nire's mother would not be thrilled to have to clean up the mess. However, Nire had already flipped her trademark jean jacket from off of her desk chair onto one shoulder, indicating that her challenge had been accepted.

Bianca was delighted, and merrily threw out her Pokémon. "Let's go, Tepig!" A bright flash of light left a small orange and black pig in its wake. Nire only stared at it with the same neutral expression, secretly letting her dislike for the pig seep through the air towards it. At least, that's how she would phrase it. The poor Tepig got the drift anyway, and began to slightly back up in fear of the girl who looked like she would take delight in squishing him into the ground. Without a word, Nire threw her own Pokéball, leaving behind a light blue and white otter with a shell on its belly. The Oshawott turned to look at its new master, only to find that she was not as kindly as he expected her to appear. Her face was drawn in a neutral frown, her eyes held dark bags underneath, and her hair was frizzed and knotted beyond belief. In other words, she looked incredibly unkempt. However, Oshawott knew that this was his master, and he was determined to try his best for her. Oshawott turned back to face his opponent, which he found to be a Tepig.

"Tepig, use Tackle!" Brave little Tepig charged forward, hitting Oshawott dead on in the stomach. Oshawott slid across the floor a ways, flinching and looking to its trainer for what it should do. She still hadn't moved her face at all, but was staring in his direction (Not at him, just in his general area) and vaguely hitting her hands together as though trying to get a meaning across. Oshawott was hit by another well-aimed Tackle while trying to comprehend the meaning of her gestures. She vaguely pointed in Tepig's direction, before smacking herself hard on the back of her opposite hand. Did she mean 'use Tackle'? Assuming this to be true, Oshawott charged forward and slammed back into Tepig, sending him flying in return. She nodded in his direction, confirming that he had done the right thing, reinstating Oshawott's sense of confidence. It would be hard to work with a trainer that can't (or won't) speak, but he would do what he could.

Nire could tell that Tepig had taken a fair amount of damage, despite it only having been one attack. She casually gave the back of her hand another hard smack, causing Oshawott to dart forward again and Tackle Tepig hard. Nire was perfectly capable of speech, but she did not like talking around strangers. Cheren and Bianca were not strangers to her, but she wanted to make sure that her Oshawott understood her method of issuing commands nonverbally before they partook in a battle against someone she didn't know.

Three more exchanges of Tackle later, and Tepig went down. Bianca looked a bit distressed at first, but quickly calmed down. "Everyone starts out weak, right?" Nire didn't respond, but instead opted to walking up to her Oshawott and scooping it up into her arms. Oshawott let out a small cry of surprise, but calmed down when he realized that his trainer was attempting to congratulate him, as awkward for her as it was. Cheren stepped up to them, quickly whipping out a Potion for Nire and a Revive for Bianca. Nire silently scolded his use of such expensive merchandise on a level 5 Pokémon, but used the Potion on Oshawott instead of making her feelings known to him.

Cheren silently secured his own Pokéball, stepping away from Nire. "Now, it's my turn to challenge you. Don't think that you two can have all the fun to yourselves!" Nire blinked slowly, before gently lowering her Oshawott back to the floor to battle once again. Oshawott looked revved up as ever, quite proud of itself for winning its first battle. Even if he had a type disadvantage against Snivy, he'd still do his best!

Cheren sent out his Snivy, and Nire immediately felt irked. That smirk just dug under her skin so much. She couldn't look at it without thinking of it giving her a trollface while she looked on in despair. As though sensing her dislike for this Pokémon as well, Oshawott tried to make itself look big, proudly displaying its scalchop, wishing to prove to his trainer that he could take care of it.

Snivy came out swinging with Tackle, making Nire inwardly sigh. This was going to be another round of trading blows of Tackles and nothing more, wasn't it? In an attempt to convey to her Oshawott that she wanted the Tackles done quickly, she smacked her hand twice in rapid succession. Oshawott looked back at her in confusion, before getting tackled himself. Quickly deciding that these commands could be practiced on wild Pokémon much easier, she went back to her old technique of one solid strike. Oshawott got the message, and went back to Tackling away.

More back and forth Tackles, and once more Nire was the victor, due only to a miss on Cheren's end. Cheren let out a grunt of irritation that he lost, but recalled his knocked out Snivy and looked about the room. The walls and floor were tracked with Pokémon prints, various bits of furniture were knocked over, and the room generally was in disarray. Nire didn't seem to either notice or care, too busy was she apparently trying to coddle her injured Oshawott. Oshawott looked somewhat freaked out that his stoic trainer was apparently cuddling him, but didn't bother trying to resist.

"Alright, we should head out to Professor Juniper's lab now. She did say she wanted us there. But first, we better tell your mom about the mess we made, Nire…" Bianca trailed off, looking about the room as well and wondered how so much mess could be made with just 3 tiny Pokémon. Nire wasn't paying attention, and simply trotted off downstairs still carrying her Oshawott. Cheren and Bianca soon followed.

Cheren was charged with the task of telling Nire's mother of the mess, because Bianca was too embarrassed and Nire was too mute. "Um, Ms. Kiin? We're sorry, but we were having some Pokémon battles upstairs, and we kind of made a mess of the place…"

"Oh, don't worry about it, dear. You all sounded like you were having fun up there! Since Nire's going to be out of the house, I'll have plenty of time to clean it up! She doesn't like having people in her room, you know." Ms. Kiin paused to look over at Nire, who was currently loading the inside pockets of her coat with various items in the kitchen area. A couple of pens and pencils, a Potion or two, her thermos filled to the brim with lime juice...The most prominent eccentricity of Nire's was her strange fondness for drinking raw lime juice. No sugar, no water, no nothing. The most looks she received were earned when she'd randomly pull out the thermos and take a swig of the stuff like it was just water. Nire paused and casually looked in the direction of the knife cabinet. A pair of much too large butcher's knives were on proud display near the top, which Nire knew her mother never used. She could never cook much other than something you pop in the microwave for 5 minutes or so. Making sure that nobody was watching, she carefully pulled the knives from their spots, along with their covers, and slipped them inside her coat pocket. She'd never stab anyone on purpose, but you never know when such things could be handy.

As the three teenagers began to head out the door after Nire had finished 'packing', Ms. Kiin grabbed Nire and held her back. "Do you really think I'll let you meet an important person with your hair like that?" Nire almost shuddered as she saw the brush in her mother's hand. Oh dear…

Cheren and Bianca did what they could to keep from laughing as Nire struggled vainly against her mother's assaults on the frizz ball that was her hair. Her mother only let up after her hair was how it was naturally; straight and down past her shoulder blades. Nire looked somewhat more in a bad mood than she normally did, while her Oshawott waddled on after her out the door. She shot Cheren and Bianca a look that simply said "Say anything and they won't be finding your corpse."

Bianca insisted that she go back to her house to get something, while Nire and Cheren went on without her. Professor Juniper's lab, which wasn't too far down the street from their houses, was a very large facility considering how small Nuvema Town was. The entire while, Nire kept glancing back over her shoulder, as though wondering what was taking Bianca so long to simply go fetch something. Cheren sighed. "If you're really so worried, you can go check on her." Nire didn't reply, but opted for scooping up her poor Oshawott once again and bolting in the direction of Bianca's house.

Nire was so accustomed to simply walking into people's houses that she didn't even bother to knock when entering Bianca's home. What she found in there was Bianca and her father having some sort of argument. They seemed to be fighting over whether Bianca should be allowed to go on an adventure or not. Due to Nire's incredible ability to not read the atmosphere at all, she casually walked in between them and snatched Bianca's forearm, fully prepared to just drag her to Juniper's lab. Bianca's father moved to stop her, but paused when he saw who exactly was doing the dragging. It was that really creepy kid who lived next door! He accidentally let out a shout, and the girl turned only her upper body towards him in a way he didn't think was humanly possible. Her dark grayish-green eyes were boring holes straight into his soul, and he suddenly felt like he wanted to back down. That kid honestly just bothered the heck out of him. H was convinced that the kid was possessed by a Banette or something.

Nire didn't fully understand why just looking at Bianca's father made him stay away, but the reason didn't matter that much to her. It working at all was the important thing. Dragging along Bianca as though it was nothing, she kept going until she met back up with Cheren, who hadn't moved an inch since she'd left. "You got what you need? Good, let's go." Cheren didn't even stop for an answer as he kept rushing on forward. Bianca managed to worm her way out of Nire's death grip in order to follow him, with Nire padding along behind her.

Professor Juniper's lab was a lot bigger on the inside than it was on the outside, but that's how it seemed for most buildings in the area. Professor Juniper was standing pretty much dead center waiting for them, but Nire was too distracted by her beehive-like hairdo to pay attention to that. "So, it seems you've chosen your Pokémon. They all seem to like you! Great!"

Oshawott let out a cry from behind Nire's leg, causing her to look down at the little guy. She assumed it simply wanted to be carried again, so she scooped it up without a second thought. Oshawott cried out again in surprise, but decided that he'd have to get used to this.

"So, do you want to give your Pokémon nicknames?" Both Cheren and Bianca refused after some thought, but Nire was staring down her Oshawott in concentration. Oshawott felt nervous under her glare, even though she probably meant well. After a while of waiting on her answer, she placed Oshawott back on the ground and put her head up, still not directly looking at anyone. "Monk."

"Eh?"

"Monk."

Nobody was exactly sure where that name came from, but they didn't bother questioning the strange teenager. "Alright then, now for the reason I called you all here. This-"She held out a small gray and red device with a Pokéball pattern on it, "-is a Pokédex. It's like a high-tech Pokémon encyclopedia! I want you three to each take one and try to fill it up for me." Bianca looked thrilled, while both Nire and Cheren didn't change facial expression, however internally thrilled they were. They all took one of the Pokédexes laid out on the table behind Professor Juniper; Bianca taking a white one, Cheren the black one, and Nire taking the remaining gray from Juniper's hand. "To help you with that, I'm going to show you three how to catch Pokémon! Meet me out on Route 1, would you?" And with that, she walked passed them and out the door, apparently believing they would follow closely behind. Bianca took off immediately, Cheren a little while later, and with Nire taking her sweet time drifting far behind the others. As her and Monk began walking, Nire looked down at her Pokémon with her usual unreadable expression.

"…Tell me…Do you like kebobs?"

"Osha?"

A/N: Meh~! Wow, didn't think I would finish the first chapter. There are a couple of things I want to point out right now, though; please don't call me out about there being limes. I almost changed it to Belue berries, which are also really sour, but it just looked awkward. If there was a berry based off limes, I would use that, but nope. =3= Also, the name Monk is just random. Nire doesn't have complex logic on that one; Oshawott just looks like a Monk to her. :D Anyway, I haven't decided on Nire's team yet (Only one other Pokémon besides Monk I know for certain will be there, and they only appear late in the game), so I most definitely don't mind putting it up for the readers to decide~! Go ahead and leave any Pokémon in Generation 5 (non-legendary, mind you) that you'd like to see Nire using in a review, 'cause 4 slots are open in her team~! Also, now that I read what I wrote, Nire sounds kind of autistic, don't she? =3= Anyway, thanks for reading, dearies~! The next chapter will be up…maybe next weekend?