This is. Indeed, my first fan fiction, however, I've written stories before, and I mainly write for enjoyment, you know, like mind candy. It's a hobby, a healthy hobby to say, and I really like it, so enjoy!

Disclaimer! I do not own Pokemon. All the human characters in this story however are my original characters, but Pokemon itself is not mine, and belongs to Game Freak.

Chapter 1 What awaits inside

They say you're no really grown up until you move the last box of your stuff out of storage at your parents'. If that's true, I believe I will stay young forever, ageless and carefree as Skitty at play. Why, boxes and boxes can pile mounds in the attic or the basement and I still will be okay. My parent's garbage however isn't the typical pack-rat clutter. It's more of the loot one would find a yard sales, interesting, yet you don't know if it's crap or not.

The last time I was home, I waded into the chaos in hopes of liberating a plastic case of my childhood Game boy Color games. I didn't find the games to my chagrin, but I was surprised to come across a small box with my name neatly written on the side. When I opened it, the box contained massive amounts of dust, dust bunnies and, in the amidst of it all— a single red and white ball. A Poke ball.

I wasn't expecting the young, yet uncontrollable thrill I experienced when I picked it up and brought it to my face. It's light yet existing weight...it's shining, unscratched surface...It all felt new to me. Five years ago, I saved up all my allowance for months to buy a single Poke ball to capture a Pokemon of my very own. However to my chagrin, the ball shook once and the Ratatta jumped out and ran back into the tall grass. The Poke ball was broken by the time I reached it. Now one's in my hands, and something is inside of it.

I was quite low on options of who to show it to. Both my mother and father were dead, gone due to a chain of deadly addictions and debts handed to them from their younger years. I had no other relatives, other than my elderly grandmother who I live with. Her hearing won't offer me anything, though

"Dante!" A loud and empowering voice called out from outside my window. It was followed by a few small rocks flung at the glass, evidence of someone's strong throwing arm, because it made large spreading cracks through my window and up to the frame. I gazed at them solemnly, but inside—I wanted to see someone's head roll down.

"DANTE!" The voice shouted out again, this time launching at my window, not a rock, but a Pidgeotto, a medium light crusted brown bird, who apparently was solid enough to smash through my window and to flop desperately around the inferior of my room.

The thing knocked down all of my books off the shelves, it sent my clothes on the ground, up in the air and onto different areas of my bed, and finally flying back through the window and back to whoever he came from. I stared at my destroyed room apathetically, almost feeling a sort of dull anger grow at the back of my head. Minutes later, someone climbed through the window and I whirled around, with a mind to beat them senselessly. I paused from my malevolent thought to see that it was just my neighbor, Spencer.

He was really cool, laid back, guy. Somewhat of a playboy, a flirt they call him, and I can see him as somewhat like that. Spencer wore a white/red sleeveless hoodie on that was unzipped, revealing his black tee underneath. His jeans where tight, and had some scratches on them, since they were sort of wore down. Spencer stood carefully outside, on the roof of the house, with his black hair ruffled up from climbing up here, I suppose.

"Sup, man!" He greeted me warmly, as he stepped onto my bed, avoiding the bits of broken glass around and sat down crossed legged, as he looked to me for a response. I threw a large piece of glass at him.

"The fuck?" Spencer quickly evaded the attack and rolled down onto the floor in clumsy manner. I watched him as he squirmed on the floor and slowly lifted himself up. I swear, if I was just pissed enough, I would go over there and stomp on him. Just enough, however.

I stepped forward, lifting my fist into the air as if I was going to beat him. Spencer flung his hands out in his face for defense and backed away in surrender. "OKAY, Okay! I'm sorry I broke your window! J-just calm your shit down, okay, man?!"

"Why couldn't you just have used the door?" I asked as I pulled away, still staring at him with a glint of hostility in my eyes. Spencer pushed himself up off of the floor and brushed the debris off of his clothes. He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

"Your granny didn't hear me, so I used the window..." He said. "Nothing wrong with that."

I gazed at the mess of broken glass on my bed and on the floor as well. Tiny pieces, I'm sure is naked to the eye is lying around, just waiting to be stepped on.

"You're still paying, fool."

"And I will." Spencer said, as he sat down at the edge of my bed, farthest away from the pile of glass sitting near the broken window. "Let's just forget about it and move on, okay?"

I nodded reluctantly, and sat down next to him, holding the small box in my arms as Spencer turned to me and noticed it. His blue eyes flickered with interest, and it was the mischievous type of interest that made me afraid that he would do something bad to it if it fell into his possessions. I flinched.

"What is that?" Spencer asked, scooting closer to me as his head turned to get a closer look. I made no attempt to hide it since he already saw it—bastard's real persistence.

"A Poke ball and it's in this box." I said, careful not to say anything specific. He blinked and cocked his head in slight curiosity.

"Why is it in there, then?" He asked. "Don't you usually keep those in your underwear drawer, because you were afraid that the boogeyman would find them?"

I clenched my fist. "Don't make me feed you your teeth."

"Hey, hey! It was a joke!" Spencer pulled back, slightly smirking because of how easily I could get angry. But trust me, I was about to get even angrier. "Man, Dante. You really are hot head! Learn to take a joke for once, okay"

"Fine. But one more comment out of that mouth of yours and I'm going to break your windows next."

"Sure." Spencer laid back onto my bed, relaxing his muscles as if his bed wasn't comfortable enough for that. I stared at him sullenly as he kicked his legs up and sent his shoes flying out of the window. Why am I friends with this freeloader?

"So, anything in the Poke ball, at all?"

I shrugged my shoulders in response.

"Eh? So why don't you check? I want to see what Pokemon your old man left you, now."

"I was about to, but someone threw a bird at my window this morning." I said, glaring at Spencer from the side. He loudly sighed.

"WELL, you have time now, don't you?" Spencer said as he nudged my back with his foot. "Open her up. Let's see."

"Fine, fine, just stop touching me with your dirty sock." I said as I swatted his foot away. He pushed himself up, and look over my shoulder to me as I wrapped my hands around the lid of the box. The anticipation grew greater when the white and red ball glimmered inside the box. Spencer leaned his hands on my shoulders to get a closer look, but I didn't care, because the Poke ball was all that mannered.

"Openitopenitopenitopenit!" Spencer quickly said, quickly empowering me with his brute arm strength. I swear I could almost feel my neck close to snapping.

"Okay, okay! Just calm the fuck down!" He pushed off of my shoulders and sat down next to me as I took the ball out and laid it on my lap. The feeling of just having it was indescribable.

I picked it up, and turned it around in my hand, admiring it's features. It wasn't until a small black circle came into view. Spencer and I both stared at it in awe and fright, with temptation boiling in my veins. I didn't know what to do for the next few seconds, and the options were very little. I could press it, and it could open, revealing whatever creature my dad left me and become it's master and friend. Or I could not press it, allowing curiosity to kill us and both of us to stay here in our hometown forever then go on those Pokemon adventures, kids our age are going on. Really, it's just those two.

"I think you should go for it man." Spencer hissed. "I mean, if you have a Pokemon, then I won't be the only one and both of us can leave this sick ass town.."

A hinge of guilt washed over me. Spencer, long ago made friends with a wild Eevee. Named it Blackie, trained it against other wild Pokemon and it grew strong enough to evolve into a Umbreon since he trained it so much at night. But Spencer never left town. It was because my fault. He wanted both us to go on this adventure together, best friends. But I lacked behind because I never was able to catch a Pokemon. This could be the final chance to give him what he wants. Just two guys going around across the region, with Pokemon. I nodded and Spencer gripped my shoulders.

My finger trembled as I poked the small black circle and suddenly, a bright light flashed, causing both of us to fall back and shield the light with our arms. When we finally looked back, there was no Poke ball. Instead in it's place was a small, purple cat with a long tail split into two at the tip. It's ears were enormously large and it had a red jewel between it's violet eyes. It yawned and stretched out it's body. Spencer and I stared a gaped at it.

"W-what is it, exactly?" I whispered, afraid of disturbing it. Spencer gripped my shoulder and I could the large, overwhelming smile spread along his face. Shouldn't I be smiling?

"It's an Espeon...another evolve form of Eevee and is a psychic type." He said. "It's also the opposite of an Umbreon, since one could only get one by training an Eevee in the day instead of the night. T-this is it, man."

I turned to him, quite confused. "What 'Is it' exactly."

Spencer suddenly rolled off of the bed, the Espeon didn't notice since it was cleaning itself. I stared wide eyed at Spencer for almost scaring it.

"This!" Spencer stated when he got up, throwing his hands up in the air. "This is our opportunity to leave New Bark and go on a journey of our very own! Can't you see it!? Plus the fact that you received an Espeon from your daddy and I have Blackie, is not a coincidence! It's destiny!"

"Spencer, calm down, I haven't decided that—

"Dante! Go tell your granny that you're packing your bags and moving out! Cause we're leaving first thing tomorrow morning! I have to go and prepare Blackie for our trip tomorrow!" Spencer said excitedly as he climbed out of my window, ignoring the broken glass that laid around the frame.

I watched him climb out and jump off of the roof, forgetting that his shoes were still on the roof. There was something fuzzy touching me and I turned to see the Espeon's tail was slightly poking my arm as the cat sat next to me. I turned to stare at it's beautiful, hypnotizing eyes and I mustered courage to talk to my deceased dad's former Pokemon.

"Hey. I'm Dante. I don't know what dad called you, but I'm gonna call you Kenny, cause, you know, that was his name." I said. "He died, you know. So I'm gonna take you with me on this journey, tomorrow...I hope we become friends..."

The Espeon stared blankly at me, as if it could make out my words. However it turned away from me and strolled over to my pillow. It made circles around it and laid on top of my pillow. The Espeon brushed it's head along it's tail and fell asleep, leaving me wondering whether or not it understood that it's original owner was dead. And I was it's new owner.