Pokémon are creatures with whom humans have lived peacefully for generations. Some people view Pokémon as household pets while some team up with them and participates in what are known as Pokémon battles. In these battles Pokémon trainers will give commands to their respective partners with the goal to make the other Pokémon unable to battle. These trainers would gather what are known as gym badges by defeating a Gym Leader which are highly skilled trainers. Once a trainer gathers eight badges they may them enter the Pokémon League where they battle other trainers who have achieved the same task to figure out who is the strongest. Unfortunately, there are those who would use Pokémon as weapons for their own personal agenda without any regard to those Pokémon.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon because if I did Butterfree would not have abandon Ash to go make baby Caterpies. Once again romance ruins everything.

It was another great morning for the town of Littleroot. The Taillows were chirping and the Poochyenas were playing, everything was peaceful.

"MARCO!"

Well, almost peaceful.

"MARCO WAKE UP THIS INSTANT! "Screamed a guttural voice. This voice belonged to a dark-skinned elderly woman who was now standing over a bed with the only thing visible being a mop of black hair.

"..." was the only response she got.

"If I have to tell you one more ti-" she was cut off by the sound of snoring. "Oh, I see." She was twitching at this point. " I'll be right back," She said in a most appealing way. She preceded to leave the room while humming a lovely tune. All you could hear was the sound of a facet turning and water pouring.

'SPLASH' "WHAAAO," screamed a now very awake young man with the same skin tone as the elderly woman. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR GRAMS?!," screamed an irritated Marco.

'POW' "OWWW! What was that for?" Questioned Marco who was now rubbing his head.

"For talking back to your elders," She replied.

"But I wasn't..." he sighed. "Oh never mind," he surrendered.

"Now you better hurry before it's too late," his grandmother said.

"Late? Late for wha..oh no," he said realizing what his grandmother was talking about. "WHAT TIME IS IT?!" he looked over to his Wailmer shaped clock that read, "10:30!"

Still in his light blue pajamas he started to run out his bedroom door then preceded to run out the front door. He didn't even hear his grandmother's words. "Marco! You're still wearing your pajamas! Oh well it can't be helped, right old friend." Grams was now standing outside by the front door. She was talking to a large light blue Pokémon with a large flower on its back with large leaves coming out of it.

"Saauurr" Venasaur agreed.

Marco was running as quickly as his legs could carry him.

Where was he headed you may be asking? Find out next time on Pokémon Genesis: Adventures in Hoenn.

Authors note: This is not a high school romance fic. If that is what you are looking then go look on the Twilight section. If you want to read about an amazing adventure filled self growth, friendship, tough choices and of course amazing Pokémon battles, then you have come to the right place because that is what Pokémon is supposed to be about. I will have an OC sheet after chapter 3.

Some other good stories that I would recommend would be; "Spirited" and its sequels by OceanSpiral and the "Plasma Saga" series by TrainerNaps. They are both really good stories and I hope mine will be half as good as there's.

First few chapters will be kind of short with very little action. As the story progress there will much more exciting events.

So review and I will gladly accept all criticism with a smile especially about grammar because I know I suck in that department.