Brief author notes: To kick things off, let it be known that I do not own the "Pokémon" franchise, Nintendo or any of its affiliates/subsidiaries. More to be said at the end of the chapter.

Aspertia City; 3:50 PM; opposite to the Protagonist's House

A woman carelessly strode down the road, enraptured with the autumn leaves blowing around her head. She stood at an average height, with her chestnut brown hair pulled back into a messy bun along with a few loose strands of hair across her forehead. Her expression changed into one of disappointment once the leaves landed before her feet. She sighed briefly, before shaking her head and continued on her way.

Or, rather, she tried. She was interrupted as her Xtransceiver suddenly began to ring. She yelped, visibly startled before she hastily looked down at the noisy device. Tapping a button on it, she answered the call. "Hello?" She asked, bemusement tinting her voice.

"Hi! … Cindy? Is that you?" A voice rang from the Xtransceiver; the screen turning black and fuzzy for a brief moment before a face appeared on it. And what a face it was, if Cindy's shocked, and then giddy, expression said anything about it! "A… Aurea Juniper?! Is that you?" She exclaimed in disbelief, "Oh my God! It's been so long!"

"That it has! We have so much to catch up on, and so much I'd like to discuss," Juniper said, a smile tugging at her lips, "But… before that, I have a favour to ask of you!"

"Anything for you, Aurea! Ask away!" Cindy retorted, nodding vigorously in support of her own statement.

"That's great to hear! Alright, here's the deal…"

My eyes scanned the television screen in boredom, my head bereft of thoughts. A groan of dismay managed to escape me, my chest shaking faintly from the vibrations. "Dear God," I muttered, eyes fixated upon the old cartoon re-run airing on television, "How did I find this enjoyable when I was a kid?"

I perked up as I heard the door opening, glancing back at it as my mom walked in. I flipped the television off and turned to face her, cocking an eyebrow upward in curiosity. "Hiya, mom. You're… late, I guess," I glancing up at the clock planted above the doorway, before turning my gaze back down to her. "What gives? I thought we were going out for dinner?"

I only noticed her massive grin when she practically shouted "Honey! I have great news!" She rushed forward and gripped me in a tight hug, hopping around in obvious ecstasy. I blinked owlishly, worming my way out of her grip after a brief struggle against her vice-like grip. Eyeing her warily, I took a cautious step back. The last time she was this happy, she forced me to catch a bus to the town next over and help look after the… pokémon of Floccesy Ranch to help pay off a debt. I still don't know why she was happy about sending me off, though.

Shaking my head of its stray thoughts, I re-focused on my mother. "What news…?" I asked tentatively, an image of a pokémon tackling me to the ground flashing behind my eyes.

"You're going on a pokémon journey!" She burst out; beginning to gush on about some Juniper fellow, but I couldn't care less. I tuned her voice out as what she said registered with me. A journey…? I could deal with that for, say, backpacking around Unova before university.

Pokémon? That's a big, fast and knee-jerk no. That is exactly what I said. However, she seemed to ignore me, continuing on with her rambling.

I sighed, shaking my head slowly before curtly turning around, walking to my room.

"Hey! Where are you going? Get out and look for Juniper's assistant, she has your pokémon!" She stated, finally stopping to take in what I was doing.

"No. I hate pokémon and you know it. I'm not going." I managed out through gritted teeth, glancing back at my mother. If it wasn't for those freaking pests, we wouldn't—"Nonsense! Hugh will be ecstatic when he hears that you finally decided to go on a journey with him! Go on now, don't keep her waiting! Her name's Bianca. She has a "Big green hat," you can't miss it!"

I paused at the base of the stairs leading to my room, turning to face my mom. "… Decided? Please, quit being delusional for a second. You did say something right, though. Hugh. If they're giving away pokémon willy-nilly like that, he should get it. God knows he'd want it more than I would, anyway." I nodded to myself, striding back to my mother and passing by her. "I'll be back in five. I'll tell Hugh to go get it."

And with that, I left the door without allowing my mom to utter another word.

"OI! HUGH! GET OVER HERE!" I shouted out, gesturing madly towards myself as I strode down the street towards Hugh, startling the people around me. He seemed to catch onto what I said, as he turned around, stared at me for a brief second and ran at me full speed afterwards. I guess he knows I'm serious as I don't usually shout.

"He—Hey there, man. What's wrong?" Hugh said, hair swept aside and a slightly winded look crossing his features. I was, admittedly, impressed. That was a fifty meter dash – and it didn't even occur to me until just now that I had shouted at him from over fifty meters. Heh, just goes to prove how much I don't want that fucking animal.

"Alright, look. Want a pokémon" I asked, glancing around; directly diving into the subject. Hugh blinked, a flash of shock flashing across his face before he managed to even himself into a calm state. "Wh—What?!" He demanded, staring at me incredulously. "Where'd you get a pokémon?" He asked, "And better yet, why would you give it to me?"

I rolled my eyes, grumbling under my breath in irritation. You'd think that people would allow me to actually hate pokémon in peace around here. But no, they refused to believe that it wasn't some long-term joke. It's as if they've never seen a rational person who doesn't like to put his life in the paws of some fuzzy fur-ball. "No jumping to conclusions!" I snapped at him, narrowing my eyes into a glare, "I didn't get a pokémon, and I have no damn intention of getting it. Some lady called Juniper told my mom – or something like that – to give me the creature. I don't want it, obviously." I paused, sucking in a breath, "of course, you'd want it. Right?" I asked, the irritation seeping out of my voice and being replaced with hope, sheer, desperate hope. If he refused, then – knowing him – he would likely help my mom and all but kick me out of the city with the creature in hand.

"What? Bro, I'm flattered!" He exclaimed, nodding slowly towards me. I felt my throat constrict tightly, and my hopes rise as I staring at him desperately. "But… no, I can't! I already have my partner, Snivy! And you need a pokémon, man!" He pumped his fist to empathize his statement, before latching onto my hand and proceeding to drag me back to my house.

Outside the door, he gave me a grin and told me to stay put. At that moment, I knew I was screwed; I was getting that pokémon whether I liked it or not. I closed my eyes after he entered, flared my nostrils and sucked in a deep breath through them. "Deep breaths, calm voice and rational thoughts. Deep breaths, calm voice and rational thoughts." I mumbled the mantra under my breath, all but grasping at straws to keep myself from losing my calm. Plans began to form in my brain, with thoughts ranging from 'misplacing' the pokémon, to tossing it into a river.

A few seconds later, Hugh left the house, latched onto my hand and proceeded to manhandle me to… somewhere, really. I didn't have any clue as to where. I couldn't help but feel distant from the current situation; the only thing occupying my mind at the moment was the monster I was about to be given.

Despite myself, I managed to choke out a few words, "Where are we going?"

"To that Bianca girl. Your mom told me what she looks like," Hugh threw out towards me, eyes firmly staying ahead of me; scanning the streets and crowds for, I assume, a "Big, green hat."

I just shook my head. I wasn't even able to suppress the curse that escaped my lips. "… Hugh, just… get. This. Over. With." I gritted out, a dangerous edge to my voice that, unfortunately, Hugh seemed all too impervious to. "The city's overview, go there. We can look from there." I groaned out, snapping my hand out of his grip and sending him a death glare.

He seemed to brighten up at the idea, ignore my glare and continue onwards to the city overview.

Rubbing my wrist, I reluctantly followed him, all the while keeping a cautious eye out for a big, green hat.

Ending notes: I'm glad that's over with! To get the usual jazz over with, this is what I have to say in regards to the fanfic:

A few days ago, I received Pokemon Black 2 as a gift. It's my first Pokémon game since I bought Pokémon Diamond in 2008. The story shall be written alongside my progress in Black 2. After playing for a while, I'll stop playing to write a chapter. This is intended to take Black/White 2's male protagonist and twist him into something else. In terms of behavior, he is more of an original character than anything due to his dislike of pokémon. In terms of who he is, then he is the Black/White 2 protagonist.

This is also my first piece of fanfiction to be written, so any criticism, feedback or the like is appreciated. Finally, enjoy the story.