Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon…

Neoko: "Another new story!? You already have 5 stories and 4 aren't even close to be done yet!" Or at least that I think people think about me and my never ending new stories. I just had a sudden urge to do this one and I couldn't help it. I live on impulse to impulse to pulse (not that I'm saying that I won't finish the other stories or anything!)

Anyway, I've been replaying Pokemon Crystal version for a few weeks and throughout the whole game a certain someone kept catching my eye. Am I the only one who takes the time and effort to actually think about the glasses wearing guy's origin or the reason he follows you to every gym battle and giving you advice? We don't even know his name for crying out loud! Anyway, this fanfic is completely dedicated on the Heroine of Pokemon Crystal and the guy in the glasses' relationship.

(Note: In this story the glasses guy's name is Michael and is told in his POV)

Her Arrival

My eyes watched with wide eyes as the almost vicious battle between two champions waged, one old and one new. Just when one seemed to have an edge, the other would turn the match upside down and it would turn into a stalemate again. All I knew was, both trainers had a true warrior's heart and weren't ready to give up their titles.

Finally both champions had only one Pokemon left standing as the two continuously fought each other with everything they had. Both types were the same so there was no clear victor. Finally the two Pokemon exchanged their final blows and….

Though I may be getting a little ahead of myself. huh… I bet you have no idea what's happening and who the two trainers in the battle to the finish are. In fact, I don't even recall giving you myself a proper introduction either… Let's start from the beginning:

"Hello, my name is Michael Williams. I hope to become a great Pokemon researcher one day."

To tell the truth, the beginning of this story happened several months ago, though from all that's happen, it feels like it's been years since I met… her.

Before my fateful meeting with the girl, I was know as some sort of a loser. Back at my hometown, Violet City, I didn't really have too many friends. In fact, most of the kids I knew picked on me and made fun of my thick lens on my glasses. Even the girls… My mother died while I was too young to remember her and my Dad was too focused on his new Magnet Train project to really be around. I spent most of my time reading books about Pokemon or listening to one of Mr. Earl's lectures at the PokeAcademy. If my head wasn't buried in a book I would listen to Professor Oak's Talk show with DJ Mary on the radio. Hearing about so many Pokemon in so many different places made me want to explore those areas and find out for myself what was really out there.

However, when I finally reached ten years old (the age when kids are allowed to travel the Pokemon world by themselves), I was too nervous and scared to actually leave. "What if I don't make it?" I would ask myself. "What if people hate me as much as they hate me here? Am I even ready to go somewhere unknown by myself? No… I can't do it…"

As a result I ended saying in Violet City as the other kids left on their journeys, calling me a coward. As I watched all of my old classmates at the Academy leave I felt a hole in me heart made in my body, or maybe it got bigger…

In any case, I then started helping the then new gym leader of Violet City, Falkner. Though I obviously wasn't one of his dedicated followers that would test out the trainers to see if they could even face Falkner. I was more of a helper boy of the gym leader, especially when he first started out. However, after he gotten used to his rope, he hardly needed me around anymore, but he still let me hang out in the gym when I had nothing else to do.

As I spent more and more time in the gym, next to the strange statue near the entrance, I've watched many trainers come and go. Unfortunately, it wasn't a pleasant memory. A lot of the trainers enter the gym with high hopes, only to get smacked down by the borage of bird Pokemon. While others who work their Pokemon to the brink of death, just to earn a chuck of plastic. It made my stomach ache.

"Maybe nice guys do finish last…" I would think after promising trainers would walked out of the gym with their heads hanged low. This belief of mine grew a year later, were I saw a suspicious looking guy with long hair exit the gym with a badge in hand. "How could someone who doesn't even care for his Pokemon win while kind-hearted trainers exit with their hopes crushed…"

Right then and there I made a silent pray. I wish their was someone…" I wished with all my heart. "I wish their was a trainer out there who was capable to fight, but who still had compassion toward their Pokemon…. There has to be at least one person out there…" I continued hoping while the doors of the gym gently opened. I snapped myself out of my trance to glance at the new face in the gym. "Someone…"

It was a young girl with weird blue hair… For some reason something about her caught my attention. I don't know why though. Beside from her oddly colored hair she looked like a perfectly normal girl. (Not to mention unusual hair coloring being the latest thing in Johto at the time.) But still, I couldn't keep my eyes off her.

It wasn't her clothes. It wasn't her bag. It even wasn't the fact the one of her pigtails was coming loose. It was her face, or to be more specific, her eyes. She had the same hopeful eyes I've seen many times before, but something about hers were different. That's when a random thought occurred to me. "What if she's… The one?" Almost immediately I shook my head at my impulsive thought. "Idiot! There's one way a wish would just walk right into the door so quickly!"

As soon as I realized that Falkner's minions were laughing at my unusual behavior I stopped myself and turned my attention back to the girl. "She must think I'm a total nut job!" Only she wasn't looking at me, but she was looking at her PokeBalls. Then with a borage of bright lights, she released all her Pokemon at once, giving me the chance to see what she was going to use to challenge the gym leader.

Soon her four Pokemon were revealed: a Bellsprout, a Hoppip, a Weedle, and at last a Totodile. I stared with widen eyes at the girl's… interesting choice of Pokemon. I heard mocking chuckles from the trainers behind as they eyed the rag-tag group of Pokemon. I didn't blame them, a team like that was a extremely poor choice of Pokemon to face birds.

:"Okay guys!" the blue haired girl said, clenching both of her hands into fist. "This will be own first gym battle! It doesn't matter whether we win or lose, but we have to try our best!" She then pumped one of her arms into the air. "Who's with me!?" Her group of Pokemon followed her command and jumped into the air. As if ready for anything.

Something about her was definitely different, but there was no way she could win with such a selection of Pokemon. She might as well be entering the gym with greenhorns coming out of her head. She began to pass me as she started the gym challenge. Normally I would have just let her past. It was her choice, not mine. "Why should I care if she didn't prepare herself properly." I then remembered the look in her eyes when she first walked through the front door. Then was something about them that shook me so much and before I knew it I took her shoulder with my hand.

The girl finally looked me straight in the eye. She wasn't mean or anything, but she was definitely wondering why I stopped her. I soon realized what I done and retracted my hand. "What the heck was I thinking!" I turned my head towards the ground, expecting the girl to just shrug it off and keep going, but to my surprise, she stayed.

"Is something wrong?" the pigtailed girl said with a blank face. I stared into her eyes some more. I didn't know why, but their was something interesting about them. They were the most innocent looking eyes you've ever seen. Even a Iggybuff couldn't pull off a look like hers, but I digress.

"Y-you…" When I finally found my voice again I had no idea what I was about to say. She looked at me straight in the eye, waiting for a response. "You shouldn't enter this gym with such Pokemon…" I finally answered, trailing off near the end.

After those words left my mouth, I braced myself for her response. "Who asked you!?" I thought she would say. "Will you mind your own business!" Or maybe "Freak!" I waited a good minute before looking back at her again.

But much to my surprise she didn't know angry. In fact she didn't look bothered by my comment at all. Her eyes just lifted up and stared at me for a brief moment. "Then," the girl began to speak, "What do you suggest I do?"

I certainly didn't expect that. I mean, what person would listen to a complete stranger standing by a odd statue, criticizing your hard work? She really caught me off guard. "Umm… well!" I continued while being watched my the unusual girl. "Falkner specializes in flying Pokemon… And grass and bug types are weak against flying Pokemon… So, uh, it's probably best that you shouldn't use those Pokemon."

After another pause, the girl's head nodded a bit. "I see!" she suddenly said. "Then what Pokemon should I use?" The girl asked me in a calm polite voice.

Caught off guard again! She's asks me for more advice? "Well… flying Pokemon are known to be weak against electric and rock Pokemon…" I've never did anything like this before, but I still kept going. "I'm sure there's a good number of rock types in the cave near by. It may be kinda dark, but with your Totodile, I'm sure you'll be fine…"

The girl continued to nod her head up and down. I wasn't sure if she was just tuning me out, or she was actually listening to me. Soon her eyes matched up with mine again and gave me a huge smile. "Okay!" she exclaimed with the most cheerful voice I've ever heard. "Thanks for the advice!

Soon she returned all of her Pokemon into their respected balls and turned toward the exit. "Huh!?" The cried in confusion. "You're just going to leave!?"

The girl turned back to me, her bright grin still plastered on her face. "I'll be back later!" She finally shouted back. "I promise!" Soon she walked out the door as calmly as she walked into it.

At the time I was completely speechless. Not only did someone actually listen to me, but they also followed what I said and even thanked me… No one had ever done the to me before. Soon many things went rushing through my head. "What was that about? Was she really serious, or was this just a sick joke? Did the other trainers put her up to this? Maybe she was just pitying me. Was she some kind of freak? Does she take this her Pokemon journey seriously? Did this really just happened, or have the constant sound of birds' cawing finally made me certifiably insane? What if… she is the person I wished for?" Even with all of these thoughts nearly bouncing off the wall inside of my brain, only five words left my mouth to describe a girl like her at the time.

"What a truly weird girl…"

Neoko: How was that!? I hope you think it's better then what you were expecting! Really, this guy should have more of a back-story in the games. He's a fun person to write! XD Anyway, please review!