My first actual chapter story and my second fic! Huzzah! Now... You may or may not notice(probably will) that there is quite a bit of similarity in this and Friend Ball by o-CrystalSakura-o(Now named x-SwiftyGirl-x)... thats because it has a lot of inspiration from Friend Ball... I'm just doing my own take on it... Going in a slightly different direction, you know? Also, I'd like to thank NightFall00 for his OC stories. Though I'm not in one, yet(i did submit my own OC for his stories), they made me feel like writing a story with my own OC in it. Okay! On with the show!

And because I see everyone else do it I should probably also, just in case... I DO NOT OWN POKEMON!


A shot rang out in the warm summer air and a sudden burst came out of the tree line as a flock of tranquill fled for their lives. A druddigon ran for a small cave and a couple of mienfoos quickly followed behind. Two deerling, who were grazing nearby, camouflaged themselves as they hid in some brush. They nearly jumped as they heard the druddigon angrily bellow, "GRROOOARR! I hate those humans! They're either hunting us or catching us to fulfill their own selfish needs!"

One of the frightened mienfoo looked to the druddigon, "wh-what happened to the tranquill?"

Another shot sounded through the forest. The druddigon growled out, "She's dead... they're all dead... The humans are going to feed on those poor souls tonight."

The mienfoo asked nervously, "but we hunt tranquill... and you hunt them, us and deerling... isn't it the same for the humans?"

The druddigon roared at the mienfoo, "no! We hunt because we need to eat. Humans hunt because they want to eat! They aren't satisfied with what they need, they are gluttenous swalots!" The deerling looked at each other, fear in their eyes.

"If you know what is good for you, you would stay as far away from humans as possible," the druddigon lectured. He then turned toward the brush outside the cave. "Understand, Max?"

The deerling gasped and stepped out from the bushes mareepishly, turning back into its normal green, yellow, and light tan coated appearance. "Ye-yes Kurt."

The other deerling wanted to pretend that Kurt hadn't seen him, but he decided to come out from hiding, knowing better. He too answered, "yes Kurt. We'll stay far away."

The druddigon leered at the second deerling, knowing full well how curious this one was. "For your own sake, Mack, I hope you do." The deerlings cringed. They both used camouflage again and ran off.


There was a knock at the door as a boy watched his mother rush over to open it. She smiled saying, "hello dear. How did the hunting trip go?"

The man walked over to the table his son was sitting at and layed down his bounty. "It was great! Boldore and I must have each shot down three or four of those things!"

"Dore boldore!" the rock pokémon proclaimed.

"They're called tranquill, dad," the boy said as he stared at the disturbingly still bodies set in front of him.

"Of course they are! And how is my little man today?" he said as he rubbed his hand on the top of the top of the boy's dark hair. "How old are you today? Eighteen? Twenty-seven?"

"I'm fourteen, dad. You know that," he said trying to fix his hair.

"I know, Hima! That's why I brought you a special present!" he said with his hands behind his back.

Hima got excited. "Is it a pokéball?"

His father laughed, "no, no! I told you that you have to wait until you're older!"

"But I am older now..." The boy's brown eyes fell to the ground. "Everyone else in Icirrus City has their own pokémon. You have one and mom too... Why can't I be a trainer?"

"Hey," he said placing one hand on Hima's shoulder, "you aren't ready yet. But you will be." His tone went from serious back to cheery, "but in the meantime, here!" He gave his son a small box filled with pens and pencils of varying colors. "I know how much you like to sketch and your mother told me you were saying you need more supplies!"

The boy nodded saying, "cool."

"And," his dad continued, "just you wait for supper! I went by the market and picked up a few things for a special treat!"

Hima thought, "Combee honey biscuits?"

"Combee honey biscuits!"

"...Cool."


So I want to point out one thing... I honestly thing the "stupid dad" role is overrated... If I seem like I took that approach, I didn't mean to. I was going for a "normal and serious when need be" dad. Respecting elders ftw! ...Seriously "stupid dad" is just getting annoying now... Also I noticed that the first part of this chapter doesn't exactly explain which pokémon is the main character pokémon but I don't think I need to clarify as it's in the summary. So yeah...

Anywho! So... Please tell me if you like it so far! I'm very curious as to how other people think of my work. And for the grammar and spelling nazis... I'm no expert and get annoyed when I see mistakes so rip away!