Disclaimer: Nintendo own the rights to Pokémon and their characters, however I own this story, and the original characters within it.

Author's Notes: Here's my second story, the first didn't seem to do too well, I didn't get a single rating or review, so I've called it a flop. Meh. On to number two! I enjoy Pokémon more anyway, and can write more about it, so this should be better. Hopefully anyway. Please, please, please review after reading, it would be a LOT of help. Kay, thanks, now enjoy the story :)

THIS CHAPTER ITSELF DOES NOT REQUIRE A LEMON WARNING, HOWEVER LATER CHAPTERS WILL.

Summary: A young trainer finds true love in an unlikely place when he stumbles upon a wild Zangoose. This first chapter is back story only, I hope it's not too dull, but I'll be sure to try to get into the good stuff as soon as i can :D

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I've known her for as long as I can remember, she's been with me throughout my entire adventure, and to be honest I couldn't imagine going anywhere without her. I know it sounds slightly odd, but this is the story of how I met the Zangoose who turned out to be my best friend, and my soul mate.

It all started when most people start their Pokémon adventures, just after I turned ten. I wasn't any different from any other ten year olds, maybe a bit taller than the majority, but nothing special. I was your average kid, and nothing could have prepared me for the changes I was going to go through in my travels.

The name's Kevin Harrison, and I've just turned ten. I've lived my entire life in the sleepy town of Pallet, and have been dying to leave ever since I learned about Pokémon and the amazing adventures that trainers have. So, as you can imagine, as soon as Professor Oak announced he was giving out starter Pokémon again, I quickly packed my bag and said my goodbyes. My mum wasn't happy for me to go so young, but I persisted that it was what I wanted and she soon let up, on the condition that I write every now and again. However, I was part of a pretty big year group, and knew that there would be many other kids fighting to get their very own starter Pokémon today.

And so begins the trials and tribulations of my journey. You see, I was a pretty lazy ten year old. I slept like a teenager, which on a day when I needed to get up caused me great difficulties. So, as you'd expect, I arrived late and found myself too late to get a Pokémon, Professor Oak apologized greatly, but insisted there wasn't an Ash Ketchum story here, and there was no Pikachu to give away. I cursed my bad luck and walked home, taking my anger out on a pebble which I kicked along the street. My mum was obviously pleased at the news, getting to spend another year or so with her baby boy, but I couldn't take this place anymore. I was tired of Pallet, I was tired of the people, and I was tired of being an ordinary kid.

That night I wrote mum a note, explaining that I needed to leave and that I'd still keep the promise to write to her once a fortnight. I snuck out my bedroom window, and headed off through the tall grass, making my way to Vermillion City, to get onto the first ferry I could, and make a life for myself anywhere else. I'd seen TV shows about the Johto region, so figured I could try there, but I knew there were other regions in the world with pokémon that I could only dream of.

Now, of course I didn't get to Vermillion safe and sound. I mean how far could a defenceless ten year old kid possibly get without disaster striking. Just after I'd left Pallet, I started down the winding grassy path to Pewter City. I hoped that I'd be able to buy myself a map and a few supplies to make the journey at least a little easier. The walk wasn't very difficult, the distance wasn't too far and the ground was pretty easy, but something just didn't feel right. My paranoia was overflowing, making me spin round aimlessly, hoping to catch the non-existent perpetrator off guard. But as you could probably guess, no dice.

I was about halfway there when I heard a sudden rustling from a nearby tree, ordinarily I would've known better, but as I said, something didn't feel right to me, and I wanted this feeling to disappear. But as I marched over to the tree, and looked up into its green, leafy branches, my heart sank. There were at least six Spearow in the tree, all looking thoroughly pissed, and all staring at me as if I'd committed a heinous crime. I had about enough time to think 'shit' before they swooped down at me. I tried to run, but let's face it, six pissed bird pokémon against one little kid. In a matter of seconds I was on the floor, shielding my eyes with my hands as they ripped my flesh apart with their razor sharp beaks. The pain overtook all my senses as they clawed and pecked at my helpless body again and again. And just before I passed out from the intense pain, I could've sworn I saw a huge red bird pokémon fly through the sky above me, flapping its seven coloured wings as it travelled to its unknown destination…

I awoke a week or so later in Pewter City Pokémon Center, covered in bandages. My mum was sat in a chair next to my bed, and the number of tissues scattered around her made it obvious that she'd been balling her eyes out a lot lately. "I… I'm sorry mum…" I said, using all of my available strength. Upon hearing my weak voice, she instantly got up and burst into tears again, hugging me as tightly as she ever could. She called Nurse Joy into the room shortly afterwards, and the nurse smiled to see I was conscious again. She said I should be alright to leave in a few days if I got enough rest. Even though the thought of staying in Pallet Town had recently seemed like the last thing I'd wanted to do, I now wanted nothing more than the comfort of my own bed. "Mum… I breathed slowly, "I think you were right about me being a bit too young… I don't think I'm ready to leave home just yet…" I smiled, and she laughed slightly, holding back another wave of tears, as I slipped back into the dim world of unconsciousness.

*Time Break*

The name's still Kevin Harrison, and I'm still your average guy, but this time, I'm sixteen. Six years today, I got the scar that runs down the length of my torso, a nasty reminder of what pokémon can do if you can't defend yourself, and that's why I've devoted the last six years of my life to becoming stronger, to make myself able to tackle any challenge placed in my path. It was hard at first, but after I had fully recovered it was a cake walk.

In the past six years, I've done more than train myself physically. I spent some time researching a variety of places I could go and the benefits and drawbacks of each of them. As much as I wanted to stay close to my mum, I wanted to get far away from Pallet, and start a brand new life, with brand new places, and brand new people. It looked as if I was getting nowhere with my searching, when one day my mum crept up on me and noticed my specific interest in the Hoenn region. She pointed me to a little town in the Northern section called Fallarbor. She told me that she had a few friends who lived up there who I could stay with, and that even though the town was kinda small and sleepy, it would be a start to let me get my bearings.

And that was that, on the six year anniversary of the incident I set off on the same journey. This time though, taking more time to plan what to do and what to take, packing more than just a few clothes and a handful of Pokédollars like last time. I spent the entire of yesterday sorting everything out, making sure this time wouldn't be as much of a disaster as my last outing to Vermillion City.

I made it to Pewter in record time, staring at the stump of the tree that caused me grief as I trekked along the dirt path. I stocked up on some food and some medical supplies at the local Pokémart, and set off on the next leg of the journey, towards Cerulean. Again, I did another record run, making it to the more upbeat city before the sun had a chance to set on my adventures. I had a quick look around the larger town, before checking myself into a small bed and breakfast run by an old couple.

I sat around talking to my hosts for an hour or so, they seemed so surprised that I hadn't waited to get a starter Pokémon before venturing out into the unknown. But I guess that's just who I am, I've never been one for waiting, some people call it impatience, I call it eagerness.

Early the next morning I left the couple, and began my travels again. Vermillion wasn't too far away, and I reached the harbour at around midday. It was there that I made the choice to leave behind Pallet for the foreseeable future, and carry on my life in a brand new place, knowing absolutely nobody. But as I said, I was eager.

I reached Fallarbor Town no less than a week later, staying mainly in Pokécenters during my week long journey. I met some interesting people, but as seems to be my way, I left them behind, knowing I'd probably never see them again. I found my mum's friends relatively easily, the town was a hell of a lot smaller than I expected, and honestly didn't feel like an upgrade from Pallet. It was small, empty, and still had almost nothing for me to do, but as I'd soon discover, things are never what they appear to be...

End Of Chapter One

Hmmm, I think this turned out alright to be honest :) I started thinking that I was rambling for a bit, and maybe I was, but that's up to you to decide xD

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