Author's Note:

Hey guys! Technicolor phase toto here! Please just call me Toto. This is a nuzlocke/traditional story style I am writing. It is based off my adventures in Kanto, Pokemon Leaf Green Version. Please no Flames and review!

I do not own the names of characters, or pokemon... If I did, then everybody would own a 3DS and pokemon X and Y (don't own those either...)

The personality of Rebekah, and the copy of Leaf Green is all mine though ;)

"Urrrghhh….."

The sun filtered through the cracked blinds opposite to a well-worn bed, and over the eyes of a young girl of about sixteen. She lay there, curled up, her dusty brown hair sweeping over her face. With another groan, her eyes fluttered open. The young girl wiped the hair out of her face and sat up.

"I hate mornings…" She grumbled to herself, wiping the gross goop that had collected around her eyes. The girl slid out of the sheets, abandoning the cocoon of warmth and trudged to the shower. A distinct yelp could be heard as she walked into the cold water. Thankfully, it warmed up quickly, and in no time at all began to dress herself for the long day ahead. The girl got into her generic white pith helmet with a pink poke ball insignia, a white tank top and khaki shorts, quickly tying a pinkish-red sweater around her waist to seal the look.

"Rebekah, get down here! My show is about to begin!" Her foster mother, Amelia, shouted from the stair case.

Rebekah walked over to her PC and withdrew a potion. Not that she had a pokemon, of course. She only carried one around for emergencies. Stowing it in her orange satchel, she galumphed down the stairs with the grace of an elephant. She snagged a piece of toast from the kitchen counter. Amelia was absorbed in watching two spiky haired boys and a read headed girl holding a togepi down a yellow brick road. On one boy's shoulder was a Pikachu. Turning towards the door, she was just about to leave when Amelia piped up, "Professor Oak wants to see you."

Rebekah nodded and closed the door behind her. Walking down to the lab, Rebekah wondered why old man Oak wanted to see her. 'I didn't even know that he knew I existed…' She thought to herself. Soon, she found herself at the lab. The large yellow building loomed over her. She opened the green door and walked in. Heading toward the very back of the lab, she froze. Her 'rival' as he proclaimed himself, was sulking where Professor Oak usually worked. Rebekah turned and quickly left the building. Ian was a bit of a bully, and she did not want to confront hi, besides, the professor was nowhere in sight. Rebekah noticed that her escape had carried her all the way to route one. She looked down the road, forbidden to all those who did not own a pokemon.

"Hey! Wait! Don't go out!" A gravelly voice shouted out behind her. Rebekah turned around to see who called out. It was the Professor.

"It's unsafe! Wild pokemon live in tall grass! You need your own pokemon for your protection. I know! Here, come with me!" Oak said in a rush as he grabbed Rebekah's arm, carrying her off to the lab. Rebekah said nothing, her face devoid of emotion. Oak barreled into the lab and placed Rebekah next to Ian. Rebekah felt dread race through her heart.

"Gramps! I'm fed up with waiting!" Ian groused.

"Ian? Let me think… Oh, that's right! I told you to come! Just wait!" He thoughtfully said. The professor turned back to Rebekah.

"Here, Rebekah. There are three pokemon here." Oak stated. Rebekah looked around confused. Where were they? Her selective mutism kept her from asking the question, but Oak got the idea from her expression.

"Haha! The pokemon are held inside these pokeballs." He gestured to a table next to him were the red and white orbs sat. Oak then continued with his speech "When I was young, I was a serious pokemon trainer. But now in my old age, I only have these three left. You can have one. Go on, choose!"

Rebekah was stunned. The professor was entrusting her with a pokemon of her own?

"Hey! Gramps! No fair! What about me?" Ian fumed, clearly frustrated.

"Be patient, Ian. You can have one too." Oak soothed.

Rebekah walked up to the table, and the pokeballs opened simultaneously. A Bulbasaur, Squirtle, and Charmander stood to attention. Now the unspoken question arose. Which to pick for a partner?

I apologize for the shortness. Updates will be sporadic. Anyone know who she is going to pick?

Oh, and selective mutism is a thing. In a nutshell its a form of social anxiety that causes a person to become 'mute'. People afflicted get a 'Deer in the headlights' look or display no emotion whatsoever. I thought this was a good way to portray the main characters in all the pokemon games.

First reviewer gets a virtual Eevee!

*Eevee in box waves*

Toto out!