Author's Note: The chapter length as drabble-like, so they are going to be between 1-2 thousand words a piece, rarely anymore and none any less besides this first one here.

Please enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not by any means own 'Pokémon' beside for a few of the games.

Edited: 9/2/14 I'm in the process of re-reading this story and editing out the many typos. If there are any I still miss, feel free to point them out.

Prologue

I hate pokémon.

I absolutely loath them. I could care less if the pokémon in question is a cute, cuddly Jigglypuff or an extra ferocious Gyarados. They are all the same to me and I hate them all.

At first, my parents thought I was joking when I first told them I had no desire to become a trainer like so many of the other children in our town. How they had managed to overlook ten years of me wanting nothing to do with the creatures know as pokémon I will never know. My best theory so far is they were too busy living in their own little worlds where their eldest daughter would gladly follow in their footsteps and become a world known pokémon trainer to take notice my rather plain feelings.

Yeah, right. And I am also secretly a guy only pretending to be a girl these past sixteen years of my life.

Needless to say, I brought them out of their sickening fantasies and back to the real world rather quickly. Ah, the looks on their faces when I rejected the offered pokémon will forever be one of my fondest memories. Do not get me wrong, I love my parents, truly I do. What I do not love is their belief I have to become a pokémon trainer in order to say I properly lived.

Besides, that is what Stephanie, my little sister, is for. Let he carry out our parents hopes and dreams on becoming the next big thing. After all, for some strange reason she seems to actually like, if not love those horrid monsters known to be pokémon. Egh; just the thought makes a chill go up my spine. I am still in the firm belief one of us was adopted at a young age, our similar looks be damned. How else would one explain me being the only sane one between the two of us to see pokémon were not cute little animal like things, but blood thirsty monsters only waiting for us to lower our guard to strike?

Okay, so maybe I was going out on a limb there; a really small, thin, and easily breakable limb. Still, though! The possibility is there, one has to admit. Why else would a creature with more power than it knows what to do with willingly follow the orders and commands of a mere human, a powerless being in comparison if one takes away all of our technology? The little and big beasts live off of battling, yet people still find my thoughts of pokémon being dangerous and untrustworthy monsters as so ridiculous it is insane, thinking I am only saying such to seek attention.

Whatever. Let them think what they will; just do not come crying to me when the beasts finally turn on us and make us become their slaves for a change.

And yet, after six years of refusal, here I am. I might as well be signing a death wavier for, thanks to my father, I am setting off on a thrice damned Pokémon journey.