"Now London, this is an important responsibility and I want you to promise to take care of these..." a sigh left Sawn's lips and he rubbed the black, newly growing stubble on his face. Then he picked up an egg. He knew his wife barely approved of this, but he was going through with it anyway. Sawn held the egg - in an incubator of course - in his hands with care, the egg was labeled. The egg, with soft specks all about it had a label on its container that was tapped to it that said: London.

In Sawn's family, tradition was strong. Generation after generation, every single one of them were given an egg to hatch years before their journey, which usually started at thirteen. Now, it was his turn to pass down the Logans family tradition to his niece and nephew, since he didn't have any children of his own. The two kids sitting on their knees on the floor in front of him with their eyes anxiously on the egg in his uncle hand lived with him and his wife Delilah of course. London was Delilah's nephew, and Abri was Sawn's niece. The two acted more as parents then guardians for the children. They lived in a small house in Accumula Town, it was perfect for a family of four. They all loved it there despite that Sawn worked in Nuvema town as a scientist.

London held his hands out for the egg, "Yes Londo - I get it. Now give me the egg, I can't wait any longer!" He was a jumpy, reckless child, who had a bad, very much bad attitude. He also resembled his aunt's features a lot, considering his mother and aunt Delilah were twins with some very dominate jeans. He had dark brown - almost chocolate skin, and even darker natural hair. It was black, until very recently, when he bleached it all the way to blonde. His eyes, those he got from both his mother, and father. Though he knew that he never has - or will meet his father, he knew he had the same wondering eyes. The blue shade in them came from both parents. He was nine at the time. His step-cousin was six at this moment in time. London jumped up in down, wanting his egg so bad.

Sawn smiled at the two, they reminded him of his brother (Abri's father, Joseph), and himself as children getting their eggs. "Okay, here you go..." Sawn said, handing London his egg. He immediately giggled like a school girl and hugged it. "You're going to be my best friend, y'know that?" He asked, pointing at his egg. Sawn chuckled, London more or less reminded him of his brother. He rubbed the stubble on his face, then looked at the boy and his egg. Smiling he patted his head, "only five years 'till you get one, Bri." He looked at the small four year old admiring London and hid egg. "Thank you! I promise you I'll take good care of it!" He set it down then hugged his uncle. Sawn patted his head, "Y'know, you have to take steps to hatch your egg. Start walking kiddo'." He turned his attention to the door, not sure how ready he was. London laughed, he was anxious to hatch his egg and ran outside in the same way. "I'll be back later!!" He yelled, running up to the door and almost tripping. One of his legs was a centimeter longer then the other, he tripped a lot for the reason, also blamed that on his incapability to ride a bike.

"Uncle Sawn already walked here from Nuvema Town, so this means it won't take as long to hatch these!" London said, holding up his egg to himself. London smiled brighter to it "That means you'll hatch sooner!" Talking to himself he said, "So let's get walking, or running? Ummmm... let's get moving, that might just be the thing- word I'm looking for. Also... when is Lila gonna' be back with Lillipup?" He held his egg out infront of him as he started marching. London kept his eyes on the egg, thinking it could hatch any second. He ignored the town around him as he kept marching. About an hour and a half later from marching and not paying attention, he bumped into another kid who ran off from his dad.

The boy was around London's nine year old height. He had long Christmas tree green hair that was kept in a ponytail down his neck and partially on his back. London looked up from his egg and to eye level with the boy, "Sorry about that." The boy nodded to him with a soft look across his features. He spoke both fast and quietly, "It's fine, don't worry about it much..." "Huh? Could ya' slow down a bit for me?" London asked, looking under his baseball cap to see his face. The boy looked back and sighed, he spoke much slower for London to hear this time. After hearing the sentence again London smiled, his blue eyes softening to the other boy, "I'm London, nice to meet ya'." The boy nodded, "Most people call me N," he tried speaking slower for the boy next to him. It didn't really work, London tried keeping up anyway. "Why do people call you N?" he asked, hugging his egg close. N chuckled, "Because it is much easier to say then Natural Harmonia Gropius.." "You what?" London said. N laughed again, "Exactly."

Years Later...

London had hatched that egg years ago, what he got out of it, was from sheer luck. He hatched a shiny pawniard, that as expected, was his new best friend.

He strapped his backpack onto himself tightly. He took a deep breath as he fluffed his hair up. The blonde had faded into the perfect roots. London looked at the mirror and smiled to himself, "You got this, London. Make aunt Lila proud for the first year." He talked to himself in the mirror. "Then you can go see Natural again..." his smile widened. Him and N were still best friends, they kept in touch a lot more then you'd expect. Just London had other feelings for his best friend, he had told him those feeling too. Just, he thought his affections were a joke and played it off like they were too. "Today you're a man London Logans." He laughed, walking out into the living room for the last time for the next year. A ten year old Abri ran up behind him, Shadow, the Deino she hatched trailed her every footstep. She then stood infront of him, hugging him tightly. "No matter how much we fight, I'm going to miss you..." she said. London chuckled lightly, "I'll miss you too, bri. It'll be weird not having my mortal enemy around for a year." She laughed lightly, the ten year old girl pulled away. "London Jessica Logans, you can't leave without giving your aunt a hug." His aunt Delilah called from the kitchen doorway. She was a nice lady. She was average height, had long, straight, black hair that she kept in a bun at the top of her head. She had the same natural features as London, the blue eyes, the chocolate skin, all of it. London's face reddened as he heard his awful middle name. "Delilah why...?" He asked. "I will say it again if you don't get over here and hug me goodbye." She said, placing a hand on her hip with a bag in her other hand. London sighed, walking over then lazily hugging her. Delilah smiled, hugging him tightly. "I don't want you to leave, but as they say, every boy leaves home someday..."

"I'll miss you the most," London said softly, then pulled himself out of the hug. His aunt handed him the bag, "Here's some berries off the tree in the back yard. I know Blade likes them." She smiled with a light chuckle. London took the bag and smiled, "Thanks, Lila." Then cleared his throat and stood up straight. Their family Herdier ran over to him, braking and sad to see him go. "Yeah I'll miss you too," he kneeled down, petting the Pokémon then standing up again. "I'm out of here now, I'll stop by to see Uncle Sawn on my way through the routes." London walked to the door and opened it, "Bye again aunty Lila, and Abri you loser." He teased his cousin, who stuck out her tongue in responce, then closed the door behind him. For the first time ever, London would be left alone in this world.

Yesterday...

London shifted his Team Plasma hat as he nodded to N who was on his line on his X-transeiver. "We'll meet up in Accumula Town after I get Abri started on her journey." He said, crossing his arms. "I promised my aunt I would a few months back, I swear to you I'll be at the Team Plasma rally." N nodded to his friend, "I'll see you then, London." The blonde nodded, then hung up the call. He was already back on route one, changing near a few trees out of his Team Plasma uniform and into normal clothing. That consisted of a white t-shirt, jeans, and a black blazer that he wore constantly. He fluffed up his hair as he walked back to his home in Accumula Town. In the past five years, London had completed his party with pokèmon he was in love with. His party consisted of obviously Blade, the first pokèmon he had, a Heatmor named Flame, a short tempered Sawk, and a Frillish that he named Filly. Those were the pokèmon that Team Plasma (other then N of course) knew about. The other two pokèmon that completed London's party were Rocket, a Krokorok and his special little gotlett Rocky. London walked casually, like he's been a trainer for five years (and has), not a single person suspected him to be on Team Plasma.

He stepped foot into town, a nostalgic feeling crept up his back as he looked around the place he was born and raised. It was as if tiny memories of him pushing baby Abri in a stroller around re-enacted as he stepped into the music filled air. The piano strung, and the drums pounded. Yeah, this was definitely home.

Hours Later...

"Abri go to sleep." London grumbled, now being home for the night, he had plans for tomorrow and couldn't talk about them with Abri awake and fascinated with his adventures, and ice cream in her arms. Abri groaned, "London, I can't sleep! C'mon one more story!" The younger cousin ate another spoonful of ice cream as she begged her older cousin. Their aunt and uncle were asleep at the moment, they had plans for the next morining. London glared at her with eyes that could cut diamonds, snatching the bowl of ice cream out of her grasp he flicked her forehead. Then took her spoon from her grasp and put it in his mouth. "Not in Arceus' name will I let you stay up if you're traveling with me. You can hear another freakin' story later. You will do nothing but complain tomorrow when I rip you out of bed to get going, now go the hell to sleep." He pointed towards the direction to her room with a small lisp thanks to the spoon in his mouth. Abri rolled her pale green eyes then stood up. "Fine. Goodnight Mom," she said with the smallest hint of sass. She was only ever sassy with London. "Yeah go to bed." London said with just as much attitude. For being twenty one, he sure acted seventeen. Abri rolled her eyes and walked to her room, probably off to sleep.