ARE YOU A BOY?
OR ARE YOU A GIRL?

Boy
Girl

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"Zzz... Hm? Wha...?
You woke me up!

"Will you check the clock for me?

"What time is it?"

DAY 10 o'clock

"How many minutes?"

0 minutes

"Whoa! 0 minutes?"

YES

"DAY 10 o'clock!

"Yikes! I overslept!"

Kris cracks an eye open, sits up, and looks around blankly at her room. "Hmm. That was a weird dream."

Just next door, a similarly aged boy yawns, stretching, stepping out of his bed. "Time to get going..."

And next door to him, a brunette gazes intently at her town map. She reads the words "You are here." She doubles back, surprised, and exclaims in wonder, "How do they know that?"

Johto Adventures: FOR GREAT JUSTICE

Chapter 1: New Bark Town

"Oh, Kris, there you are!"

Kris looks up at her mother inquisitively as she reaches the bottom stair. "Yes?"

Across from her mother sits one of their neighbors, a woman who fervently exclaims how adamant her daughter is about being Professor Elm's assistant and how much she loves pokémon. Of course, that's not really anything to get excited about, if you asked Kris. Everyone loves pokémon. It is the law. "Professor Elm was looking for you! He said he wanted you to do something for him."

"What? Why me?" Kris asks with an annoyed tone, speaking loudly over the visiting woman who proclaims that her daughter will be his assistant he should ask her. "I don't work for him. I have teenager things to do. You know, important things."

"Oh quiet. I almost forgot, your pokémon gear is back from the repair shop," her mother goes on.

Ah yes, Kris muses. I broke it while a strange black haired boy rode me over with his bike.

"Pokémon gear, or just pokégear. It's essential if you want to be a good trainer." Her mother hands the pokémon gear, or just pokégear, to her daughter. It was essential to Kris becoming a good trainer. "Oh, and the day of the week on it isn't set. You mustn't forget that! What day is it?"

"Um...mom, it's...Monday. You...forgot?" Kris asks.

Her mother waves her hand dismissively. "Mommy had a very good week. Therefore mommy doesn't know any of the days of the week yet. So is it daylight savings time?"

"Daylight savings time ended months ago...!"

"Oh, that's good," her mother says, nodding.

"Come home to adjust your clock for daylight savings time!" her mother reminds her. "Also, do you know how to use the phone?"

"Yes," Kris says.

Her mother finds that to be the perfect opportunity to again explain how to use the phone function. Kris brings a hand to her face, sighing in exasperation.

-#-#-#-

"Pokémon. Where do they come from?"

Your mom. Gold giggles.

"Where are they going?"

Your mom's place.

"Why has no one ever witnessed a pokémon's birth?"

Too busy with your mom! Gold is laughing heartily now, and Professor Elm's wife kicks him out of her house for laughing at her husband's research papers. Gold thinks she's unfair and a total bitch.

-#-#-#-

Kris notices a complete creeper staring in at Elm's lab, so she decides to go say something.

"So this is the famous Elm pokémon lab..." the redheaded creeper muses.

"Excuse me, but what the hell are you doing?" Kris asks.

He turns around and glares. "...What are you staring at?" He pushes her away. She falls gracefully on her ass, and he goes back to watching through the window.

Kris crosses her arms, annoyed. All of the hot guys are always violent creepers.

-#-#-#-

"Kris! There you are! I needed to ask you a favor!"

Elm is sitting at his computer desk, looking a bit flushed, the computer whirring in front of him. Kris peeks a bit at the monitor, but a blank window is on the screen. She looks at the different tabs and sighs at the feeble attempt at hiding his...unusual hobbies.

"I'm conducting research right now. I was wondering if you could help me with it, Kris. I'm writing a paper that I need to present at a conference..." Right. He's conducting research, Kris muses, smirking a bit. It's okay, professor. My mom walks in when I'm trying to do research too. "But anyway, there are some things I don't quite understand yet...so, I'd like you to raise a pokémon I recently caught!"

Kris blinks, surprised at the offer. She's wanted a pokémon for a while – a profession through vicious fighting and tactics was a great career choice, if you asked her – so of course the answer is yes.

"Thanks, Kris! You're a great help! When I announce my findings, I'm sure we'll delve a bit deeper into the many mysteries of pokémon!"

"Ah, first, I have some questions, if you don't mind," Kris says, deadpan. Elm looks surprised, but he nods, completely willing to share his expansive knowledge. "You say that there are many mysteries to pokémon, so much so that we don't even fully grasp the concept on how they reproduce, one of the most elementary concepts of understanding a life form. And yet our world is focused on these very animals, these loyal-to-a-fault creatures that bend to our very whim.

"These creatures seem to be able to have moral standards, and sentient, thoughtful ways. They aren't machines, and many of the creatures can match intellect with humans – hell, some of them exceed human intellect – their only drawback to being the top species seems to be our technology at containing them. We limit their powers and force them to listen to us. Oh, sure, many people befriend them, that's great, but for every pokémon with abusive trainers, we are just asking for rebellion from these far more powerful creatures.

"We seem to be forcing them down through these containment devices and their very own comrades, with incredibly powerful trainers like the champion using their pokémon to defeat others. But I just worry – the extent of our lives' interest and dependence on these creatures is staggering. If they were to revolt all at once, the consequences would be horrifying and humans wouldn't stand a chance at regaining the throne as top of the food chain. Does your research paper address these topics? And another thing, how can we not understand such simple things about pokémon? Have they not been around long? But that's impossible, because multiple cities have been built for the purpose of pokémon alone, ruins found with pokémon fossils...how do we still know so little, and why do we seem to ignore the most pressing issues of our coexistence with them? I mean, I'm all for coexistence and I love pokémon, but I just worry about an apocalyptic crisis, you know what I mean?"

"Oh hey, I got an e-mail! What was it you were saying?" Professor Elm looks up at her eagerly. Kris just sighs and tells him it's nothing.

-#-#-#-

Gold notices a complete creeper staring in at Elm's lab, so he decides to go say something.

"So this is the famous Elm pokémon lab..." the redheaded creeper muses.

"Excuse me, but what the hell are you doing?" Gold asks.

He turns around and glares. "...What are you staring at?" He pushes Gold away. Gold falls gracefully on his ass, and the creeper goes back to watching Elm through the window.

Gold crosses his arms, annoyed. All of the hot guys are always violent creepers.

-#-#-#-

Lyra fixes her hat, and smiles in the mirror in success. "Hooray, I look like my idol!" she squeals, thinking about that red plumber with the Italian name.

She fiddles with the computer, scrolling down to 'DECORATION.' She clicks, and two options appear: BED, and POSTER. She glances blankly at her bed. Then grins evilly, scrolling to PUT IT AWAY.

-#-#-#-

"Hey, listen, Kris, I have an acquaintance called Mr. Pokémon," Elm goes on.

"Dude. His name. What." Kris grabs her gut and Elm lets all the childish giggling subside before he continues.

"Yes, yes, everyone finds his name oh so very droll. Anyways..."

"Wait, wait, I'm not done," Kris giggles, wiping the tears out of her eyes. "Okay...okay...I'm done."

"Anyways...he keeps finding weird things and raving about his discoveries. I just got an e-mail from him saying that this time it's real. It is intriguing, but we're busy with our Pokémon research..."

Kris braces herself for it, and indeed, Elm's face lights up with yet another brilliant idea. "Wait! I know! Kris, can you go in our place!"

Of course, brilliant idea to bait me with free pokémon and then make me go do his own work, Kris sighs.

"I want you to raise one of the pokémon contained in these balls."

Heh heh, balls.

"You'll be that pokémon's first partner, Kris! Go on. Pick one! And think it over carefully, your partner is important."

Kris eyes the three pokéballs, a contemplative look on her face. She releases each pokémon, giving them all a once over and asking the professor about their types, strengths, and weaknesses. She finally decides, satisfied, and walks out of the lab, patting the pokéball in her pocket.

-#-#-#-

"Mr. Pokémon lives right past Cherrygrove, the next city over," Elm goes on. "It's almost a direct route there, so you can't miss it. But just in case, here's my phone number. Call me if anything comes up!"

Gold registers the man's number, knowing damn well that he'll never be calling the nutcase of his own volition. Oh well, at least he had a new pokémon. He grins, feeling the pokéball in his pocket.

"Also, you might see Kris along the way," Professor Elm adds. "It wouldn't hurt to say hi!"

Ah. Kris. Nice girl. But totally not my type.

The sketchy assistant gives Gold a potion, and he finally breaks out of that lab. Good thing, too; it smelled like sweat and other bodily fluids that he'd rather not mention. Hint, it's not pee, but it comes from the same orifice.

-#-#-#-

"Lyra, stop fucking around with your bed! You're gonna mess something up! Do some stupid shit like break its particles or something!"

"But mom! The computer is eating the bed! You don't find this hilarious?"

"WHEN A BED MONSTER COMES FROM A RIP ACROSS THE FABRIC OF TIME AND SPACE TO EAT YOU, I'M NOT HELPING YOU, YOU STUPID SLUT."

A/N: NO TAYLOR. STOP STARTING NEW STORIES. Anyways, I just restarted Crystal. And I had the fun idea to do a fic about it. :D That said, this story will mostly consist of vignettes following these characters, just taking a peek into their fun new adventures with fun pokémon! GLORIOUS, AMIRITE? (shot) Anyways, putting this chapter up for a bit, updates may or may not be sporradic, I don't know. :D It shall be following Kris, Gold, Silver, and Lyra. Feedback appreciated!