A New Pokémon Adventure
by
DarkSorcerer888

Capítulo uno

The blaring noise of my alarm clock jolted me from my slumber at six o clock sharp that Monday morning, which happened to be my eleventh birthday. Not only that, but the UR (United Regions) Champion, otherwise known as the world champion, would be battling another challenger at quarter after. The UR champion, Ash Ketchum, was a trainer from Pallet Town, and my greatest role model.

I spent the fifteen minutes I had between the time I woke up and the time the match was set to start getting ready for the day. At fifteen after, I plopped myself down in front of the television and turned it on, flipping to the channel whose number I knew like the back of my hand, the Pokémon Battle Network, digital channel five point three.

I watched the battle, completely captivated as my hero took down yet another challenger with an ease that seemed unreal. When the battle ended I shut off the tv and finished packing my bag, for today I would be starting my very own Pokémon journey.

Professor Oak's lab was quiet as I entered. The Professor was seemingly working on something that required his full attention. When he noticed me, however, he set his instruments down and greeted me. "So you are here, young Jesse Reese. Please tell me which starter you would like. There are the three primary options: the fire-type Charmander, the grass-type Bulbasaur, and the water-type Squirtle. There is also the special option, which is this time the psychic-type Kadabra."

Knowing that my hero Ash had not started with any of the standard starters, my choice was clear. "I'll take Kadabra." Even tho it hadn't been Ash's choice to start with Pikachu instead of one of the three main starters, I still knew that going the path least followed was something that my hero would advise me to do, as he had given such advise to young trainers in the past.

Oak smiled at me knowingly. "So you want to be like Ash, young Jesse?" I fervently nodded, and he smiled. "Here you go, then." He handed me a strange pokéball that was yellow with a sideways H on it centered around the button. It was an Ultra Ball. "I hope you are good to your Kadabra, psychic types are fiercely loyal to their trainers, many times to a fault, even if they are not treated very well. Please do not abuse this loyalty."

"I would never do that, sir," I fervently promised. "People who do not treat their Pokémon with love and respect are worse than the scum that I get on my boots when working in my parents' barn." I was being completely serious, but the Professor still cracked a smile before chuckling. "I was being serious!"

"I know you were, my child," said the Professor, "It's just that it always heartens me whenever I hear someone speak with such a fervent love and devotion to Pokémon." I nodded in understanding. "I have a few more things to give you." First, he reached into a briefcase and pulled out the latest generation of the pokédex. I watched as he input my information with the technical skills that had come from having worked with the device ever since it had been invented. "Keep it somewhere safe and don't lose it," he instructed as he handed it to me. "I suggest heading to the Pallet Town Pokéshop and buy the elite trainer's complete outfit and pack bundle. It includes garments for extremely hot, extremely cold, stormy and mild weather and every pack that a trainer needs if he or she wishes to become one of the elite. It will come with a case and pockets for your pokédex gen 5, and pockets for your pokéballs and other items. Your backpack is greatly lacking compared to all that the elite trainer's complete outfit and pack bundle provides. To help you, I will give you enough to buy both the bundle and a lot of other stuff that will come in handy." The Professor handed me fifty thousand pokédollars. I put the cash in my wallet promptly, and thanked the Professor, extremely grateful for the financial help. "It was no problem, my child. I know that you wish to someday surpass my prodigy, Ash Ketchum, and I find your dream a worthy goal for all trainers that come from this town. Finally, here is something you will need to start filling your party." The Professor handed me 20 Luxury balls. "These balls will make any Pokémon you capture more friendly to you over time. Friendship between Pokémon and trainer is vital."

I thanked the Professor again before saying goodbye and leaving the lab. I was practically sprinting as I made my way to the Pallet Town Pokéshop. I asked the cashier about purchasing an elite trainer's complete outfit and pack bundle. The cashier was reluctant to show someone so young, as they usually couldn't afford such a bundle, but when I showed her my funds she folded and reached for a tape measure. I stood still as she took my measurements and recorded them on a notepad. She then disappeared into the back of the store for about ten minutes before returning with the bundle. "That'll be thirty thousand pokédollars for the pack and an additional five thousand for a warranty that will allow you to trade the outfits in for larger ones as you grow." I promptly paid thirty-five thousand pokédollars, finding the warranty a necessary cost. I was still growing, after all. "Feel free to browse our selection, I will even allow you access to the restricted product section for being such a great customer." Not seeing anything of interest on display in the main section, I followed the cashier into the restricted section, which I browsed with a gimlet eye, finding items of interest every so often. Before I left, I spent five thousand pokédollars more, leaving me with ten thousand pokédollars left as I exited the store. I then went back home and entered my bedroom where I changed into a warm-weather outfit from the bundle and replaced my backpack with all of the various packs that had come with it. My Kadabra's pokéball hung from my trainer's belt and the empty Ultra Balls from the professor along with some of the various items that I had purchased at the Pallet Town Pokéshop made their way into my various new packs. I fastened my new Elite-style Pokétch to my left wrist and placed my Pokédex and Pokédroid brand Poképhone in their respective pockets. My Pokétooth headset, I secured to my left ear. I then exited my room, coming face to face with my mother, who was standing right outside my bedroom door. She embraced me tightly before whispering in my ear.

"Be safe, Jesse, my dear child."

"I will, Mom," I promised before kissing my mother on the cheek and taking off.

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Upon setting up camp on Route One, I released my kadbra, hoping to get to know my new friend and partner. Upon being released Abra looked at me with curiosity.

"Hello Kadabra," I greeted. "My name is Jesse Reese and I chose you as my starter. I would like to be your friend. Are you willing to be my partner on my journey?"

Hello, Jesse Reese, said a voice in my head. Kabra's psychic abilities, I realized. My name is Sarah, or at least that was the name the Alakazam who birthed me gave to me. The Alakazam who gave birth to me is the partner of one of the researchers at Samuel Oak's laboratory, so I assume you went to the Professor to get your first Pokémon who ended up being me. You are an odd trainer, Jesse Reese, most trainers from Pallet Town start with the easy to raise classic starter Pokémon. In fact, the only trainer from Pallet Town in recent history who did not is the United Regions Champion, Mr. Ash Ketchum, who only started with the special starter because the classic starters had all been taken. To answer your question, I would be honored to be the partner of one with untapped psychic powers such as yourself.

"Untapped psychic powers, huh. I heard that the gym leader of Saffron City has psychic abilities, maybe I should ask her for help when I challenge her. That aside, it has always been my goal to become just like Ash and then one day surpass him," I told my Kadabra passionately. "Okay, Sarah, could you possibly use your psychic powers to seek out good additions to our team?"

Good question, said Sarah. As far as I know, such a use of Pokémon's psychic power has never been attempted before. I don't see why not.

"Just try your best, my new friend," I told Sarah, who nodded before closing her eyes and scrunching her face up in concentration.

After a minute, Sarah opened her eyes. I have located a statistical improbability. In the tall grass to the right of our camp, I have spotted a Pokémon from the Sinnoh region. I wonder what it's doing here. Anyway, the Pokémon is called Riolu, and is the pre-evolved form of Lucario. I recommend that you take advantage of this statistical improbability.

"Why?" I asked curiously. I did not know much about this foreign Pokémon.

Just like the majority of trainers, you have both latent Psychic and latent Aura abilities that are waiting to be tapped. Unlike most trainers, tho, your latent abilities in both cases are fairly well developed. You could easily grow up to be an Aura Guardian or a Psychic, if you wished. Riolu and, to a greater extent, Lucario instinctively latch on to the Aura of their trainers, which, in Aura-capable trainers, strengthens and eventually draws out the trainer's latent Aura abilities, Sarah explained. I don't think I need to tell you what a blessing, from Lord Arceus and Lady Mew, it is for you to come upon a Riolu so early in your career as a trainer. Riolu will also be able to communicate with you via its Aura, just like I am communicating with you via my psychic talents. Between communicating with the two of us, you will be able to understand Pokémon better in no time at all. Plus Aura abilities are completely sweet, and combined with psychic talents would truly make one a force to be reckoned with.

With a nod, I followed Sarah into the tall grass, where we came upon a small blue bipedal canine. Please let my trainer capture you, young one, Sarah requested of her fellow Pokémon.

Why should I? asked the blue Pokémon.

I can sense that you are lonely, replied Sarah. You long for adventure. Come with us, and you will have all the adventure you could ever hope for. Plus, my trainer has fairly developed latent Aura abilities, your abilities would help her greatly.

What is your trainer's name? asked the Riolu.

Jesse Reese, replied Sarah.

Ha ha, she has a boy's name! exclaimed the bipedal canine.

"My father wanted a son," I explained. "I'm lucky he didn't name me something more masculine."

Are you sure it's not because they could tell from the start that you would be a tomboy? asked the Riolu with humor.

"I am not a tomboy!" I snapped. "I'm just dressed in my trainer gear."

I think I struck a nerve there, mused the Riolu. But getting to the point of this conversation, I'll gladly allow Jesse to capture me as long as it's not in a standard Pokéball or any of it's more effective counterparts. Give me a luxury ball, and I'll be yours.

Thanking Lord Arceus and Lady Mew that Professor Oak had provided me with a supply of Luxury Balls, I withdrew a Luxury Ball from my fanny pack and showed it to the Riolu who nodded in satisfaction. Recalling my lessons in catching Pokémon from Professor Oak himself, I took a pitching stance and threw a fastball right at the Riolu who had little time to react before being sucked into the luxurious Pokéball. I remembered the Professor's words as I did this: "If a Pokémon wants to be caught, throw a fastball. It'll make the capture less jarring for the Pokémon involved. If a Pokémon does not wish to be caught and you still wish to attempt capture, which I do not recommend as it will be harder to get the involved Pokémon to obey you, throw a curve-ball. The jarring nature of this method of capture will make the probability of catching a Pokémon against its will more likely." I watched as the ball shook thrice before making a click noise, signaling a successful capture. In a fashion learned from watching footage of my hero's Pokémon journey, I held the ball out and exclaimed "I caught a Riolu!" After that, I called out my new Pokémon. "What is your name, Riolu?"

I was never given one, Mistress Jesse. Lucario and Riolu aren't exactly the family or pack types, despite our canine appearance, explained the nameless Riolu. We most often abandon our young after weening to fend for themselves. The only reason I'm not fending for myself somewhere in Sinnoh is that my mother was fleeing from Hunter J, a notorious poacher, as she weened me. She had fled to Kanto in hopes of loosing the poacher.

"That sounds horrible," I gasped. Sarah nodded in agreement. "Are you a male or a female, Riolu?"

I am female, Mistress Jesse, said the Riolu.

"Then I will call you Rebecca," I decided. The newly named Rebecca nodded. "By the way, you don't have to call me Mistress, Jesse is just fine."

I will take that into consideration, Mistress Jesse, replied Rebecca, effectively ending discussion on the topic. With a nod, I recalled Rebecca and Sarah to their pokéballs before heading back to camp. Once back at camp, I let them out and they snuggled into me as I used the ground as a make-shift bed. With their warmth surrounding me, I was easily lulled to sleep.