I don't own pokemon or anything pokemon related.

If I did, I wouldn't be doing a disclaimer in the first place.

I only own my unnamed oc and a little itsy bit of the plot.

Unnamed Oc: That's right!

It was a quiet night, not even the sound of crickets that usually echoed through the night there. I gazed up at the night sky, an action that was quite old by now. But when I did look out on this particular night, there was something else completely.

I sucked in my breath at the view I witnessed. The usually smog filled and otherwise empty night skies of New Jersey were now littered with bright stars and a full moon.

The stars reminded me of lightning bugs, each burning orb its own shade of gold, amber, and even a deep blue. They occasionally flicker showed on a few of them, but the lights stayed in their spots, proving they were all truly planted in the sky, and not just some plane that was usually the case when I watched from my windowsill.

The moon itself- oh that was amazing. Instead of being the dulled yellow of rotting cheese it usually held, a shocking white at the bottom half and the top I could almost swore was red replaced it.

It was strikingly familiar to something else, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

In other words, it was something else entirely.

And I loved it.

I quickly opened my window, making sure it didn't creek to alert my parents or siblings and quickly maneuvered to the roof where I could get a better view.

Lying down on the slanted surface, a bit sideways to make sure I didn't fall off, I adjusted myself to a comfortable position. My sight didn't stray from the sky through the ordeal.

And even though I thought the experience couldn't get any more magical, it did.

A single streak of gold shot through the sky like a bullet and my brain was quick to identify it as a shooting star.

Grasping my hands together, placing them up to my chest as I shut my eyelids for the first time that night.

And I wished.

I wished for friends.

I wished for enemies.

I wished for people who needed my help.

I wished for people who would help me.

I wished for someone to show me how to live life to the fullest.

I wished for me to meet someone who I could live to the fullest with.

I wished for something to make me special.

I wished for an adventure.

And little did I know, somewhere so far, I wouldn't even think it existed, someone else was wishing as well.

A wish that would help support my own.

A wish that would shake both her world and my own forever.

"I wish to be seen."

"I wish for an adventure."

When I opened my eyes, the runaway star was gone. With a tender sigh I let my eyelids drop once again. And with one last sight filling my mind, one of the view, I slept.

And the wish was granted.

The next morning, I woke to the sound of chirping birds, or at least I think it was birds. Sounded more like "Pidove! Pidove!" In any case, it was something I wasn't used to.

At all.

As a resident of the more rundown part of my town, it was usually the busy streets that woke me up. Not nature.

Hell, I don't even think we have any nature near us. Or in a one hundred meter radius for that matter.

And there were no car horns or chatter emitting from what I assume to the streets below to my ears.

Also, I was on something far more comfortable than the thing called a roof that kept most of the rain out of my was a mattress, as well as a blanket was loosely hanging over my body. But how did I get here?

I didn't sleep walk. And my family would have woken me up by trying to call me down. (They were to large to get on the roof top without it braking.)

So, how was I here. Opening my eyes, I also realized that the bed spread, or anything for that matter, wasn't my own. Instead of self tie died sheets, it was plane white. So was the walls, pointed roof (I was in an attic of sorts), and the dresser across the small room.

So doing the only thing I could think of. Dragging my led like feet, I march to what was hanging above the dresser. A mirror. Looking into it over the small writing desk, the only other thing in the small room, I saw something I didn't expect at all.

I expected to see a bed headed me, with wrinkled cloths from sleeping outside and gray around my eyes to show lack of sleep.

Instead, I got different results. I wasn't me at all.

Oh god. Or should I say Arceus.

I was Touko, the heroine of Pokemon black and white.

Chapter 1: Beginning

naturally, my vocal chords were the first respond "AH-""D-don't scream! P-please!"

I was startled would be an understatement. First, I find I'm not in my own body in my or even in my own world. Now there's a voice in my head too. What was going on?

Well, only one way to find out.

"Who are you, oh voice of mystery?"

What? It's a legitimate question for a confused and slightly mentally ill person like me. Anyways, how much more screwed up could this get?

"I'm Touko. T-the question here is who are you?"

Scratch that. Now I'm absolutely, one hundred percent screwed.

"I am some one who shouldn't belong here, that's who. I mean, I'm stuck in your body! ... wait. Are you actually a ghost of this body! And you'r so upset that I'm here you'll haunt me! Noooooo! I can't die!"

"Shhh! C-calm down! I- I mean you c-can't be heard! A-and I'm no ghost. But I might as well be." The last part was quiet, almost a whisper. But I listened to the phrase all the same.

"What are you talking about?" I ask, curious.

The voice now dubbed Touko let out a slow and heavy sigh, showing how heavy this untold burden was. It was no wonder something was wrong. Even though she was defiantly Touko, she had a different look.

Her unnaturally long hair that you could only get from cartoons was down instead of up in its signature hair style.

She wore a modest white long sleeved shirt and baggy pants that pooled around her ankles and onto the floor, making it difficult to walk. With out those eyes of her, and that curly hair that framed her face, I wouldn't have been able to even come to the concussion I did.

Concerned and curious, I listened carefully, making sure I wouldn't miss a thing. "Today, at n-nine o'clock AM." I gazed at the small clock next to her bed. It was eight fifty. "My t-twin brother, Touya, and his two close f-friends, Cheren and Bianca, will be leaving on t-their Pokemon j-journeys."

My eyes widened. So both of the options for a character were here. Then, a sickening sense of realization came. If there were only three Pokeballs. and both her brother and his two friends would be getting one... "And you?"

"I" she muttered bitterly, without a stutter "will be staying here."

And flashbacks poured into my brain, engraving themselves in my skull. Memories that weren't mine flowing through my mind.

A young Touya and Touko were by their dad's feet, jumping "Dad! Dad! What did you get us?" Touya questioned. His sister nodded.

The large man, who's face was to blurry to be recognized, laughed. "Why you kids, you know I just got back from my most recent journey." They both stared at him eagerly, ignoring his exasperated look.

He shook his head "What am I going to do with you two? " Then he returned their wide smile "Alright. For you guys I got this!" He wiped out two base ball caps, one blue and the other pink.

Touya visibly deflated "Aw dad! That's lame!" He whined, taking the hat anyways. Touko on the other hand store at it with sparkling eyes. She pulled her father into a large hug

"Thanks" She muttered into his large shirt, "I love it."

He tussled her hair before placing the over sized hat on top of it "Anything for my little princess."

The next scene was drastically different.

Touya, Touko, and their mother were all dressed in black, all three with an aura of depression surrounding them.

The mother was trembling.

Touya was crying hard and loud.

And Touko... she just stared straight ahead. A strange feeling brewing inside of her.

"I'm sorry." Unknown relatives from far off places came to pay their respects, half assed attempts comforting us with shallow words as they came and went. But nothing could stop the pain.

"I'm truly sorry for your loss." Father was dead.

"Touya is so smart." Now I saw Touko at a park, swinging alone on the swings as she over heard some woman walking by speaking.

"I know, did you hear he was at the top of his class. He even got an award from professor Juniper!" Both laughed happily. "Every one loves the boy."

And then they glanced over to her. She flinched. It was soon clear why. "On the other hand, his sister..."

"Much to be desired." The other woman agreed before launching into gossip. "Did you know that girl didn't shed a single tear at her father's funeral?"

"Eh?" the other replied, snickering "No way!"

"And unlike her brother, she is almost failing school."

"But she's only in first grade!" The other whispered, but Touko could still hear clearly. Silently, she left the grounds to her home before she could hear any more.

Always being compared to her brother.

It was too much for her.

My eyes harden as I feel her emotions. A flow of resent, dullness, and anger washed over me. But I was still able to pick out something else. Anyone else wouldn't have been able to see it. But I did.

The one who's body I was still in was not completely lost. There was hope.

Hope for something all to much like my own thoughts and breathing wish.

A wish I would be able to help with. One striving for something grand and unique. A journey to call her own.

I grin, my next action sure and a resolve glued to my heart. No matter how angsty her childhood was, I could help. "I'll tell ya what Touko" I grin, blood already pumping. "I got a deal for you."

I could tell the distressed girl was all ears. I continue.

"If I'm going to be stuck residing in your body, I need to pay my rent! Your dream is to be seen, so I'll take on the job to make it so you're so bright, others can't miss you! From now on I'll be Touko and I'll become the champion in your steed!" Pointing a finger at her- no my- chest, I wait for her answer. "So how about it?"

I could almost feel happiness beaming off her, all feelings of hopelessness fading away. "Deal."

With a laugh, I stroll over to her window, swinging it open with one mighty push. Taking in a deep breath I yell "Look out world! Touko, the greatest Pokemon trainer ever, is coming your way!"

With a laugh of disbelief and happiness coming from her, I giggle, walking over to her desk and taking a pair of scissors. "Now to look the part." With several snips, I cut through her sleeves, making it into the white tank top I knew. With a pink jacket from her small closet, I did the same.

Next, I took snagged some jeans from her brother's room on the second floor. I noticed it was a wreck indicating him and his two friends already left for their adventures. I snipped them to fit closely around my upper thigh, not forgetting the fringe at each pocket.

Digging through the back of the closet, under close from when she was younger and no longer fit, I rose triumphantly finding what I was looking for. A signature baseball cap.

Securing my hair into a high ponytail and bringing it through the back of the treasured cap, I nod to myself, picking up an old pink bag from the depths of her old cloths. Now this was the Touko I knew1

I was ready.

Grinning, I dash back to the one window of the room. "Are you ready, Touko?" My hands hovered over the drain pipe on the side of the house. Touko quickly figured out what I was doing. "W-wait!" She yelled. "Don't jump!"

To late.

I launched myself from the ground, laughing manically as I fell, my inner voice screaming. "Your c-crazy!" She hollered. "I know!" I reply, still laughing my head off. "I'm Touko now!"

And landing on the ground with a thud I take off towards the place I would get my starter, professor Juniper's lab.

Reflecting on my body's memories, with stealth of a purrloin, I was off.

Over by route one, three figure were standing at the edge, hands interlocked.

"Time to start our adventures!" the only female of the group and one positioned on the left cheered "Let's count down! Three."

"Two" A bespectacled boy on the right droned, a spark of excitement in his voice all the same. He was on the right.

"One!" Shouted the boy in the middle. A boy with messed up, yet neat, brown hair and a blue baseball cap covering the majority of it. The three steeped forward in unison, blissfully unaware of their new rival back at the town.

The time was 9:10.

Touko: Wow, intense.

Amber: Right? I hope you guys like it! Please review.

White: And tune i-in next time t-too!