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Disclaimer: I only own my OCs: Danny and Meg. Everything else is copyright to Game Freak and Nintendo.

You know, with every year that goes by, I wonder what I'm doing with my life. Sure, I'm twenty three and have a nice and peaceful job as a gardener, but that's not what I want to do in life. Like every kid, I've always wanted to be a Pokemon trainer. Travel the world, meet people, fight battles, all that jazz. But every time I try to convince myself to go out and do something with my life, I quickly go back to my home and go back to work. I admit it, I'm a coward. I don't know what in Arceus' name is stopping me, but I don't think I've ever even worked up the guts to hold a Pokeball.

Three days after my twenty-third birthday, all of that would change. Sounds epic, right? It's not. It's a giant fall into a pit of shame. Maybe you'll get a lugh or two from my sorry escapades.

I was rudely awakened by someone shaking my shoulder. "Go away." I mumbled into my pillow. I had the week off for my birthday, and I spent last night drinking. Damn hangovers.

"Dan, wake up."

"Go away, woman!"

"How dare you talk to your fiance like that!"

"If you want my respect, go make food. That's all you damn women are good for, anyways."

It was quiet after that, but pretty soon, the person who woke me up started to giggle, obviously trying to hold in a large burst of laughter. Honestly, I was too. My hangover was preventing it from being too much though. Whoever made alcohol was the spawn-child of Arceus and Giratina, I swear.

It wasn't too soon that she bursted out laughing, a bit too hard. Damn she's loud. Oh wait, I forgot. Hangover. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her down into the bed with me, causing her to practically squeak in surprise. We stayed like this for a while, me in painful bliss and her in a surprised stupor. "Meg, I love ya," I said. "but you know how much I drank last night. I ain't feeling too good."

She giggled, apparently over the shock. "That's why I let you sleep in."

Wait. What? "Sleep in?"

"It's two PM, Danny."

"...Shit." I mumbled. Sure, I'm off of work, but I don't like to sleep the day away. Meg decided to get up and briskly dusted off her outfit. "Y'know," I said after a bit as she was putting her work clothes away for some casual wear. "I think you were born to be a maid. No woman could pull that outfit off better than you."

She giggled again as she put on a yellow sweater and blue jeans. "I wish I could say the same for you and your gardening overalls."

"You wound me, madam." I said with mock hurt as I got out of bed. Hangover was starting to become bearable, finally.

She rolled her beautiful, brown eyes. "You flatter me. Do it too much and you'll end up confusing me, yet making me stronger with my lasers."

I blinked with confusion as I put on a white tee-shirt. "You been talking to that nutty scientist staying at the mansion?" Ah, I may want to elaborate a bit. See, both me and my fiance, Meg, work at a nearby mansion. Her as a maid, and me as a gardener. We get a fairly decent salary, and we both live in a large apartment near our workplace.

Meg tucked some strands of her shoulder-length, brown hair behind her ear, a sign I've come to know as irritation. "More like he's been talking to me. I was assigned to the basement today!" She was on the verge of shouting, but she knew how to control her voice. Her anger on the other hand... "Can you fucking believe it?! They want me, one of the least experienced maids, to go down to the hardly-used basement where a crazy loon is sciencing around!"

I finished buttoning my jeans and put on a blue hoodie. "...Done yet?"

"Almost." Meg answered as she looked up at the ceiling in thought. "You even know what he's doing in there?" I didn't need to answer, as she continued anyways. "Ranting about how this machine of his could make Pokemon learn moves that they should never know, even through TMs! Hell, he even said something along the lines of a Magikarp using Hyper Beam! Why do I have to get stuck with working in the room with a damn creep!?"

"...Done now?"

She immediately perked up with a smile. "Yeah!"

"Good. Grab your shoes and your purse."

Her smile faltered for a second. "Huh?"

I smirked. "We're going out for lunch."

"But it's 2:30, Dan. I ate, like, an hour ago."

"But I didn't."

"Then get lunch yourself then."

"But it's not as fun without you." I whined. I don't usually whine, but when I do, it's always to get a rise out of her.

Meg glared at me, trying her hardest not to give in. "I ain't gonna go out ta eat if I jus' ate, Dan! I don't wanna git fa-eep!" She quickly covered her mouth in embarrassment. Her Solaceon accent is so adorable, I don't know why she tries to get rid of it. After a few moments of this, she lowered her hand from her mouth with a sigh. "Fine, let me get my shoes."

I win. "Score's five to five now, Meg."

"I'll be the first to get to ten!"

"That'll happen when Spoink learn Fly!"

"I should encourage that crazy freak in the mansion basement, then!"

...Damn, I walked straight into that one.

Now, I bet you all are wondering when this life-altering event would happen. Well, just be patient and I'll get to it. Damn, you people need to learn patience. Oh, what's that? You ARE patient and I'm just saying all this assuming you're not? Well, excuuuuse me, princess. I'm getting there, I just wanted to introduce the one who would help me throughout this whole fucking ordeal.

Because we live closer to the mansion than the city, we usually have to walk for about ten minutes or so through wilderness before we get to the Saffron Shopping Disctrict. It was on the walk back from the place (carrying bags of clothes for Meg), when I saw the most peculiar creature. It was a fairly tall bird, reaching to about my shoulders. It had a perfectly round, green head with a long yellow beak and eyes that looked like they were painted on. Seriously. I don't think the thing ever blinked. It had two long, red feathers attached to the back of its head, and its white wings (with red and black stripes) was covering the rest of its body.

"Meg," I called out to her, as she didn't seem to notice me stopping and continued on ahead for a bit. "what the hell is this?" Hey, just because I wanted to be a trainer, doesn't mean I know every single damn creature.

The brunette walked back to me and looked at where I was now pointing. "Oh! That's a Xatu." Now Meg, on the other hand, is like a walking pokedex.

"Why is it staring at me like that?"

"They do that, Danny. They stare at the sun to see into the past and future."

"I'm not the sun."

"Oh, silly. It's not looking at you...I think." She shrugged. "Leave the poor thing alone and let's get back. I wanna tell the other maids what I got today. They will be SO jealous."

So, we went back to the apartment. I was still a bit creeped out at the thing. It didn't blink the whole time I saw it. Hell, I doubt it even twitched! Talk about unnerving.

It was nearing the time when me and Meg hop into bed for the night and watch TV until one of us falls asleep. It's unfortunately her turn to pick the show tonight. "What the hell do you see in these reality shows?" I asked when the show went to a commercial break.

She crossed her arms and glared at me. "I could ask the same with you and your shitty Pokemon battling shows."

Oh, now it is ON. "Hey, Pokemon battling is a sport! I don't see any of those actors doing what trainers do."

"It's a reality show!" She hissed. "As in: NOT ACTING!"

"Yeah right." I scoffed. "People being filmed on how they go day by day living with a fucking Vigoroth. No sane person would do that. Therefor: Actors."

"Oh you are so full of i-EEK!"

"Holy shit!" Just outside the window next to the TV is a pair of glowing eyes staring into our room. We live on the third floor! I turned on the lights (the switch was conveniently next to my side of the bed) so the light would show us what the fuck was outside.

It was a Xatu. I bet my balls that it's the one from earlier. "What..." I was trying to calm my nerves, as the thing wasn't doing anything harmful. Just...Creepy. Meg, on the other hand, was on the verge of hyperventilating and tears were rolling down her cheeks.

"Humans, heed my warning!" A voice boomed out of nowhere. My fiancee squeaked in terror and started hugging me for comfort. Was...Was the Xatu talking to us? I think it's a psychic type, so I assume it can talk with its mind, or something. "I have foreseen the future, and you will play a vital role in its existence!" Oh...Great. "A being not from this world is eradicating humanity's future! By sundown tomorrow, you must get to the tallest point in Kanto, or life itself will be doomed!" The voice echoed for a few seconds, and the Xatu just suddenly vanished.

...WHAT JUST HAPPENED!?

A whimper at my side reminded me of the woman I'm going to marry, clinging onto me for dear life. I started massaging her neck, hopefully calming her down. "It's okay Meg. It's...It's okay." I could feel her muscles relaxing, but she didn't stop hugging me. Well, I can't complain about that.

She sniffed, hopefully getting over the shock of her lifetime. "Danny...What was that?"

"A promise to never eat three-day leftovers from Moomoo Queen again." I mumbled and pinched the bridge of my nose.

The next day Meg called in sick and we set out for Silph Co. I tried to convince her that it was some trainer's idea of a sick joke, but she didn't want to take any chances. "Besides," she chirped. "I needed a new watch anyways. Now we have a good excuse for you to buy me one!"

"Hold up there, me?!" I asked with a glare.

"Well duh." The brunette rolled her eyes. "Everyone knows that between the time of proposal and marriage, the man in the relationship must buy whatever the woman wants."

Heheh. "Then why don't you buy me stuff?"

Meg started cracking up. Wha'd I say? "You just called yourself a chick."

... "Dammit!"

After a promise to never mention that conversation again (in exchange for me buying the watch), we finally reached the Silph Co. building. A few years ago they did some renovations and added some more floors, and now it's even bigger than Mt. Silver. They also added in a department store, although it didn't even rival Celadon's. It was pretty good because it had a whole bunch of stuff that isn't sold anywhere else. Max Revives, anyone? We got the watch (40,000?! The woman's gonna run me dry!) and took the elevator to the roof. Usually the place was pretty packed, being a restaurant and all, but today it was as empty as a Slowpoke's skull.

Except for one table which had two figures sitting at it. A Xatu, and a man with purple hair, a purple-and-black magician's outfit, and a black mask with one eye covered with white fabric. And it was he who spoke up next. "Ah, welcome! Please, come sit down. It was you my Xatu summoned, yes?"

We moved to the table, but didn't sit down just yet. The freak's wearing a mask, how can I trust him!? Most mask-wearing freaks on TV end up being serial killers! "Yeah...and you are...?" I asked with suspicion evident in my voice.

The man smacked himself in the forehead. "Oh, that's right. How rude of me! My name is Will Noir, of the Kanto-Johto Elite Four. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT. ELITE FOUR. I RECOGNISE HIM NOW!!! I don't think Meg was as shocked as I was, because she just had a calm smile on her face as she sat down, forcing me to do so as well. "Hello Mr. Noir, I'm Meg Serph, and this is my fiance Danny Kinnas."

"Please," Will scoffed. "call me Will. I've never been one for formalities." Really? You kinda look like you are. "Now, come, sit down. I've ordered us some food. This place has some of the best food in all Ka-"

"Yeah, we know." I interrupted. "We come here on a monthly basis." The Elite Four member seemed startled at my interruption. Yes, I interrupted a celebrity. Fuck yeah.

Unfortunately, he seemed to have become even happier after he regained his composure. "That's great, then! That must mean you live close by. I was afraid you may have come from a far away place like Hoenn or somewhere. I would feel absolutely terrible if you had come from such a distance on short notice!"

I...Don't have a response for that, so all I did was open and close my mouth idioticly like a Magikarp out of water. So Meg talked for me. "Will, if I may get straight to the point-"

"Please, go right ahead."

"Thank you. As I was saying, what is this...life-threatening danger that your Xatu told us about?"

Will blinked in slight shock, then started laughing hysterically. after a minute of this, he was able to calm down enough to form a complete sentence without bursting into giggles. "I-I'm truly sorry, but the situation isn't even nearly that bad. Xatu just likes to be a drama queen-" Said Pokemon made a squawking noise. "King. Sorry."

I raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Then...What is it you want?"

The purple-haired man laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. Not a good sign for us. "Well, you see...I'm going on a week-long vacation starting in two days, and during that time a Pokemon League conference will be held at the Indigo Plateau. Because I'll be absent, I'll need someone there to take notes and all that."

"Sure thi-MMPH!" I quickly covered Meg's mouth with my hand, preventing her from agreeing. She is way too nice to people that aren't me. She glared at me, but stopped talking.

I gave Will a sideways glance. "I have two questions for you."

The man didn't even flinch. "Ask away!"

"One: Why can't you get one of your League buddies to help?"

He repeated his nervous laugh. "Well...It's a funny story, really." Oh, this should be fun. "Just last week, the League members gathered for a poker tournament."

"Poker."

"Yes, poker. Anyways, I shamefully admit I cheated my way through the thing. I really wanted the prize, you see. Anyways, it wasn't until the final match that Sabrina pointed this out, and now everyone kinda hates me."

I pinched the bridge of my nose in annoyance. "So you just don't want to face them again."

"Pretty much, yeah." The guy doesn't miss a beat, does he? "Anyways, you said you had another question?"

I think my gal can read my mind, because she said, "Yeah. Why US of all people?"

"Google Earth."

"Come again?" I asked.

He laughed nervously for the third time. "I just spun the globe thing on Google Earth and had Xatu pick out a place without me looking."

...You have got to be shitting me. "You're kidding."

"No, I am completely serious."

I quickly pulled in Meg close so I could whisper in her ear. "The guy's a loon, we're not doing this."

"Why not?" She pouted.

"Are you crazy, woman!?" I whispered harshly.

Then she did it. She did the thing I hated (yet loved) most about her. The look. The one that gets me to do anything, because I can't say no to that face. You're a man, Dan. You can resist it. You can resist. You can...Resist...Aw hell. I turned back to look at Will, who had on a puzzled expression. "We'll do this. But," I interrupted as he was about to say something. "what's in it for us?"

Will brightened up considerably at this point. "Well, for one, you'll get to hang out with the most famous trainers in the world. Every. Single. One." Okay, I have to admit, that is a good reason. "Two, I'll see to it that you have lifetime passes to front row seats to the annual Pokemon League Tournament."

...Having a front row seat to those...Hell, you'd have to be Mr. Backlot in order to afford even half a seat! "We'll do it."

"Splendid!" The Psychic-type Elite cheered. "Now, just curious, what Pokemon do you have?"

Odd question, but Meg answered anyways. "None. I want a Growlithe or something as a pet, but..."

I continued, "I'm allergic to a lot of Pokemon. Thou has fur, thy shall sneeze."

My fiance was about to reply (undoubtebly something involving our possible future with children), when she noticed Will's troubled expression. "Something wrong, Will?"

Instead of answering her question, he asked, "Do you, perhaps, know anyone who does have Pokemon? Ones that could hold their own in a fight?"

"N-"

"Yes." I gave Meg a questioning look, and she sent me a knowing one. What is she thinking? "My sister lives here in the city. She's a pretty good battler. Why do you ask?"

"Bring her with you."

"WHA-"

"Okay." Now I gave her an irritated glare, but she just rolled her eyes. "Relax, Danny. I still don't see why you don't like her."

"She's a Gi-"

I was interrupted by waiters and waitresses placing food on the table. Great food. The most expensive this restaurant has! "Wonderful! Give my regards to the chef." Will told a server. "Now, enough with the plans. Let's eat, I'm famished!"

I have a feeling in the pit of my stomach that front row seats to my favorite event may not be worth what we'll go through. Either that, or this amazing grilled Feebas doesn't agree with my stomach.

Well, how was it? Please review, as I would gladly like to know what you think. I read and respond to every review...At least until they start pouring in by the bucketloads, but I'm not setting my hopes that high.