I did not like formatting this fanfic for this site...I like my indents, but they would not stay when I copied it over to Doc Manager. Eh, I can live with it. I just got bored and decided to write this. It's a bit strange, but I have too much time on my hands anyway. Review if you have the time, I suppose.

Edit: I just realized that this chapter is essentially a wall of text, so I cut it in half. If the movements between chapters seem off, then you know why.


Indigo stood on the roof of Sky Pillar. Looking up, he noticed storm clouds hovering above him—extremely dangerous at his altitude.

"Indigo!" Devlin called from his right. "Let's take this guy out!" Indigo looked forward, where a shadowy figure stood. Indigo couldn't make out his face, or any other defining feature. He heard the sound of a pokeball being opened from his left.

Dirk stood with his Rayquaza, his dark brown hair billowing in the wind that had picked up for no apparent reason. Devlin sent out his Dialga, and time seemed to slow down.

Indigo didn't need a pokeball. He cried out to the heavens in a loud voice: "Come to me, Arceus!" Immediately a flash of lightning came down, and the god-like pokémon roared. The figure stood there unflinchingly. The trio prepared to unleash the power of the legendries upon their enemy. Indigo suddenly felt a pain in his gut, and he toppled over as "Nyan Cat" played in the background…

"HOLY CRAP!" Indigo yelped, sitting straight up. Devlin burst out laughing. Emma, who had decided to jump on Indigo's stomach, simply grinned.

"What in the flying heck, sis?!" Indigo demanded, pushing Emma over. The 9-year old stuck out her tongue at him. Indigo groaned and pulled the covers over his head.

"It's time to wake up, dude," Devlin said. "We've been waiting for years to get a license."

"Then we can wait half an hour longer," Indigo told his brother. He wasn't too enthusiastic about leaving his home in the first place, and now that the day was upon him, he liked the idea even less.

"I'm going to leave with or without you, dude," Devlin said, opening the door to the hallway. Devlin was hyped beyond imagination. For the past two weeks, adventuring with Indigo and Dirk was all that he could talk about. He knew he would miss his parents a bit, but he was sure to call them all the time…if he wasn't busy.

"Fine, fine," Indigo muttered, getting up.

"You were pretty out of it. Have a nice dream?"

Indigo grabbed his satchel and his backpack. "More like a nightmare," he mumbled. "I'll tell you about it on the way to Dirk's."

"Alright, then. Come on, Emma." Emma hopped off Indigo's bed and followed Devlin out the door. Indigo changed into slightly faded blue jeans, a comfortable white T-shirt, and a small blue vest sweater. He looked into the mirror attached to the back of the door. The tall, black-haired, pale skinned 14-year old looked extremely nervous and awkward. As opposed to Devlin, who had short, curly dirty blonde hair, wore stylish clothes, and was only an inch shorter than Indigo, Indigo didn't think he looked like a trainer at all. But Devlin was completely—what's the word he used? Hyped?—for becoming a trainer. He probably hoped to get another girlfriend on the way as well—and he probably would. Indigo rarely interacted with the opposite gender, and he preferred to keep his emotions in check. It wasn't that he didn't consider it before; he just didn't see it working out for him. As for Dirk…well, Dirk mostly just acted like an idiot around girls. Indigo looked around his room one last time, took a breath, and stepped out the door.

Quickly walking downstairs, the scent of bacon filled his lungs. "Ah, mom, you're awesome," Indigo said, grinning. Devlin and Emma were already eating. Indigo took his seat at the table, and his mother turned from the stove.

"I figured that you'd need the energy," she replied.

The children's' father walked out of his office. "Indigo, how do you make a video full screen?" the man asked.

"Well, dad, first you have to contact the aliens, and then once you negotiate a treaty, ask for a 55-K22-Caliber rifle, and then shoot the computer," Indigo said, smirking. Indigo, Devlin, and Emma snickered at their father's unfortunate disadvantage with technology.

"I would say that you're not getting a present for Christmas, but then again…" the man shot back. The two teenagers laughed at their father's quick comeback, but Emma looked troubled.

"I forgot about that!" she exclaimed. "Oppa, will you buy me a present at Christmas?" she asked whichever brother had the more money at the moment. Indigo and Devlin grimaced. Neither of them wanted to take Emma along with them, for various reasons, but their mother had insisted.

"I…suppose," Indigo replied dryly.

"She's your problem now," the father murmured to himself.

Once the trio had finished their breakfast, they hugged and kissed their parents good-bye. "Be sure to take lots of pictures," their mother said.

"I will," Devlin piped up, checking his camera bag one more time.

"Do you have your extra clothes?" She asked.

"Yes," they replied.

"Money?"

"Yes."

"Phone?"

"Yes."

"Dragon ball—"

"Ahmoni, we have everything," Indigo sighed.

"Alright then…be sure to call once you get to Petalburg."

"Remember that for me, Devlin," Indigo joked.

"Ha. Ha," Devlin replied dryly.

The three of them left the house, gazing at the road ahead. "And so it begins," Indigo murmured thoughtfully.

"What about Dirk?" Devlin asked.

Indigo thought for a second. "Dang it, bro, you just ruined the awesomeness of that line," he muttered.

Devlin shrugged. "So, what did you dream about?" he asked.

"Huh?"

"You told me that—"

"Oh, yeah, yeah, I remember now." Indigo proceeded to relay his dream to Devlin. When he was done, Devlin cheered.

"Awesome! I get a Dialga!"

"My dreams mean nothing. If they did, I would be Batman."

"Who?"

"…I don't know."

"Anyway, haven't you heard? Once someone dreams of something at the beginning of their adventure, especially if it's dark and epic, it always comes true."

Indigo stared at his brother. "Yes, it could be that, or it could have been the pizza that you insisted we feast on the night before."

"Suuuuure." The two brothers had to stop a bit to wait for Emma to finish talking to one of her school friends. Indigo stared into the distance. "What's up?' Devlin asked.

"…we need to go back home."

"WHAT?!"

"I forgot my phone…" Indigo admitted sheepishly.


After Indigo had returned from the house, Devlin knocked on the door of Dirk's house. Dirk instantly popped out. "HelOOOOREY?!" the teen said.

"Bro, can you pretend that your brain cells aren't completely disintegrated?" Indigo groaned.

"Ok." Dirk replied. The boy was six months younger than Devlin, who was two months younger than Indigo (as Devlin's mother remarried while she was pregnant with him).

"Hi, Jerk!" Emma said gleefully.

Dirk waved to the young girl before turning to Devlin and Indigo again. "So, we ready?"

"Well, we are, but are you?" Devlin smirked. Indigo chuckled.

Dirk blinked. "What do you mean?"

"Your clothes, dude."

Dirk looked down at his clothes. He was wearing cargo shorts and a shirt advertising a new video game where people fought with magical weapons called "guns" instead of pokémon. "What's wrong with it?" he asked.

"Beanie, bro," Indigo said.

Dirk's hands instantly flew to the top of his head. "Aw, shoot!" he exclaimed, running back into the house. Dirk was rarely seen without his black and silver beanie, which he had gotten in Kanto while he was there on vacation. He ran back outside a minute later. "Ok, thanks."

"And so it begins," Devlin chimed. Indigo glared at him. "What?" Devlin protested.


It was Summer in Hoenn, and in the city of Rustboro, the heat seemed amplified. Luckily, once the group got on the road south of the large town, the temperature decreased to a comfortable degree. They soon entered the Petalburg Woods.

"Alright, does everyone have their antidotes and repels?" Indigo asked, looking at the three other soon-to-be trainers. They nodded. "Alright then. Don't step in anything. Especially you, Emma."

Emma rolled her eyes. "I know. I'm not an idiot." Devlin opened his mouth to reply with a witty repartee, but wisely decided otherwise.

The group walked in a single file, careful to keep out of most of the brush and foliage. "Hey, there's the perfect pokemon for you, Dirk," Devlin said, pointing to a Slakoth.

Dirk blinked. "What is it?" he asked. Indigo and Devlin grinned at each other. Dirk wasn't very aware of the many kinds of pokemon that existed, which led to some very comedic conversations, such as the time when Indigo compared Dirk to a Magicarp, only for his friend to proudly announce it to a group of girls.

Devlin had some trouble with the trainers in the forest. Emma was constantly looking from one place to another, Dirk just looked straight ahead, and Indigo looked at the ground somewhere, but Devlin smiled in greeting at everyone he saw. The bug catchers took this as a challenge to a battle. Three times the group had to explain that they had not yet received a pokemon.