Finally I'm starting my own Pokemon fic. This story follows the journey of Aaron Raven, who will encounter many different Pokemon, battles, and dangers as well as friends and foes while exploring the Kanto region (I may start a Johto, Hoenn, and Sinnoh fic, if this one gains popularity).

I don't own Pokemon but I own the characters made for this fic.

Pokemon

Aaron's Kanto Adventures

Part 1:

The Journey Begins

To Aaron Raven's shock, Graveler punched Tauros on the other end of the stadium. Realizing his Pokemon couldn't fight anymore, his trainer called it back into its Pokeball then took out another one, this time unleashing a Cloyster.

"Good choice," Mr. Raven said to his son next to him. "Water Attacks do well against rock types."

Graveler tried to punch Cloyster, but it could not penetrate its shell. The Cloyster opened to shoot out its Water Gun attack…

The screen suddenly went blank. Aaron and Mr. Raven turn and saw Mrs. Raven holding the remote control.

"Aaron, it's eleven o'clock. You should've been asleep by now."

"Aw c'mon, mom!"

"Yeah, honey, he's getting prepared for his Pokemon journey tomorrow."

"He's not going to start off with a Graveler or a Cloyster!" she huffed.

Mr. Raven had no choice but to give in. "She's got a point. You'd better go to bed. You've got a big day tomorrow."

Aaron nodded before heading to his room. He only turned ten not so long ago and was a day away from getting his Pokemon license, as well as his first Pokemon. This was the day he looked forward to for a long time.

His father, whom he inherited most of his appearance from, except for his spiky hair being black instead of brown, was a famous Pokemon trainer and a good friend to the Pokemon expert and the Ravens' neighbor, Professor Oak. Aaron wanted nothing more than to be as great a trainer as his father.

It took him hours to sleep, though. Half the night he imagined how great a trainer he would be (though his imagination went so far as to controlling a Gyardos). The other half, he tried to decide which starter Pokemon he should choose.

Bulbasaur was both a grass type and a poison type. Bulbasaur was always said to be an excellent choice for beginners. What could be better than Bulbasaur?

Well, there was Charmander, since fire types had an advantage over grass types. Aaron was suddenly seeing himself in a blazing battle with his new Charmander and no Pokemon could beat him.

Well almost no Pokemon. Water Pokemon could beat fire so maybe Squirtle was the better choice. That's it then, he could go with Squirtle. It was definitely unbeatable.

But grass types could beat water types. And Bulbasaur was always said…

He continued this inner argument the whole night.

He was finally asleep for an hour when his alarm clock rang. Too tired to hear the noise, he stuffed his pillow on it to drown it out.

An hour later…

"Aaron! What are you still doing in bed?"

Aaron jumped awake and saw Mr. Raven standing at the doorway. He was so tired and he didn't remember a thing until…

"You were suppose to be at Professor Oak's an hour ago!" Mr. Raven exclaimed.

"WHAT?! OH NO!!"

Without brushing his teeth, taking a shower, or even a bit of breakfast, Aaron quickly got dressed and dashed outside.

He was running so fast he didn't realize he ran into someone. He looked up and saw two rather large boys grinning sinisterly at him.

"Hey, Blade! Look who finally decided to show up," one of the two boys called out over his shoulder.

Aaron shifted his gaze to tall boy about Aaron's age with steel blue hair standing behind the two boys. He looked at Aaron and narrowed his eyes as a cruel smirk formed on his lips.

Aaron's teeth gritted as he looked at the boy. Blade came from a well respected family in Pallet town and was one of Professor Oak's top students and admired by many. But Aaron knew him as a snobbish, stuck-up bully who thought he was above everyone else. The two large boys with him, Lump and Hump, were his cronies who were always seen with him.

"Well well well," Blade remarked coldly with a look a triumph on his face. "I was wondering if you'd ever show up. I was almost disappointed that you didn't get to see me take off with you behind me AGAIN."

Aaron gasped in shock as Blade held up a red and white ball in his hand. He began cursing himself for sleeping so late.

"Now if you excuse me, a world of Pokemon await me. Can't waste my time on talking to losers like you."

With that, he turned around with his nose in the air and walked off with his flunkies behind him.

Aaron scowled at him as the thought that the person he hated the most was already one step ahead of him.

But as he got up, he shook his head.

"Complaining about it isn't going to get me anywhere," he said to no one in particular.

And with that he dashed off to Professor Oak's lab.

"Oh, you decided to show up after all, Aaron," Professor Oak said with a warm smile on his face as Aaron fell on his knees at his door step.

"Sorry…Professor…" Aaron panted. "I…slept…late…last…night…"

"Well as I always say: 'Pokemon don't wait…to those who sleep late.'"

Aaron just narrowed his eyes in irritation. He never understood Professor Oak's affinity for poetry.

After clearing his throat, Professor Oak walked towards a table with three glass pillars. Two of those pillars each had a red and white ball similar to the one Blade had on top of them. Aaron scowled as he looked at the pillar without a ball.

"Anyway here are the two remaining Pokeballs that contain a beginner Pokemon. Go ahead and pick one."

Aaron looked from his left to his right wondering which one to choose. Finally, he closed his eyes and let his hand pick the Pokeball. As his hand grasped the round object, he felt it open and a popping sound was heard. He opened his eyes to see a beam of white energy hit the ground and took the shape of a little green creature that had a bulb sprouting from its back.

"Bulbasaur," it said.

"Ah!" Professor Oak exclaimed. "The grass-type, Bulbasaur. I'd call that an excellent choice."

Aaron would've too as both he and his first Pokemon smiled at each other.

"Well then," Professor Oak continued as he took something out of his pocket. He handed Aaron a tiny device that seemed like a notebook with a computer inside.

"This is your Pokedex. This is a high tech encyclopedia that will allow you to identify it. Try it on Bulbasaur. Don't worry it won't hurt it."
Aaron took the Pokedex and opened it then pointed it at the Bulbasaur and it spoke.

Bulbasaur: the Seed Pokemon. There is a plant seed on its back right from the day this Pokémon is born. The seed slowly grows larger.

"Awesome," said Aaron as he pushed another button. The Pokedex spoke again.

Some trainers may want to give their Pokemon nicknames as a sign of affection.

"Really?" Aaron exclaimed. "Wow! Okay, maybe I can give you a nickname. Would you like that?"

"Bulba," the Bulbasaur replied with a nod.

"Okay…how about…" Aaron thought hard until finally, "…Rooter?"

"Bulba!" the Bulbasaur, now named Rooter, replied with a smile.

"Although a Pokemon may have a nickname," Professor Oak explained, "its real name is the only thing it can say. Oh and here!" He handed Aaron five Pokeballs. "Use these to capture Pokemon."

"Thank you, Professor," Aaron said as he took the Pokeballs.

"Well then, you're already to go."

With that, Aaron walked outside with Rooter behind him.

"Well, Rooter, together you and I will explore the world of Pokemon and become its champions!"

"Bulbasaur!"

"Well then, the journey of a thousand miles begins with the first…STEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!"

He tripped over the stairs and landed face down on the ground.

"Okay. That first step didn't count."

"Bulba."

Sooooooooo? Not a bad start, is it? Review and tell me what you thought if you want more

Next chapter: Aaron and Rooter get chased, get saved, and make a new friend.