Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. Human characters are a different story. Now, on with the story.
There was a fifty-year-old man in Lilycove city. He was an anti-social being who lost his wife years ago in a freak accident at the beach. He never liked children ever since his school days. They would sometimes come over to TP his house or trespass on his lawn.
The old man, who I'm just going to call Bob, was getting ready to read his newspaper when there was a loud bang outside. "Don't shoot!" Bob shouted as he ducked. He heard kids laughing and there was another bang. Bob got up and crept towards his windows. He opened one blind ever so slightly to see three teenagers popping fireworks on his front lawn. The two boys, who were around sixteen, were doing most of the popping. The girl, who was probably fourteen, was mostly standing near the edge of the grass. Bob didn't care, he just wanted them off his lawn. He quickly grabbed his cane and headed for the door.
"This is a lot more fun than I thought." One boy said. "I told you, and you said it would be boring." The other boy said as he threw another firework. It banged before it hit the ground. "Can we go now Mike, those fireworks are kind of making me deaf!" The girl half shouted to her friends. "Don't be such a scaredy Skitty Laura." Mike said. "I just don't want to get in trouble like you do!" Laura shouted.
Suddenly, the front door opened, and there was Bob. "You kids get off of my property! Don't make me call the cops!" He shouted as he waved his cane in the air. "Aaah, he's going to kill us!" Laura screamed as she ran away. The boys were slower to leave, but Mike pulled out a pokeball. "Go Torkoal, use Smokescreen!" Mike commanded. "Koal!" Torkoal grunted as smoke steamed out of his shell and nose. Soon, half the front lawn was covered in smoke.
"Where are you brats! When I find you, you'll all be sorry!" Bob coughed. When the smoke cleared, there was no sign of the teens or Torkoal. Bob had had it with these kids. Either he was going to get a Pokemon for protection, or move to a quieter town. Bob didn't give it much thought and decided to finally move to Littleroot town. He knew there weren't many kids there, and trainers don't stay for very long, with their travelling and all.
Bob was about to pack his belongings when he just remembered something. He heard about a young woman in the neighborhood who recently lost almost all her money. She sold mostly everything she had just to pay the bills. She was now down to her Pokemon that she's now giving away so she could buy food for herself. Bob was ecstatic. Maybe he could get one of her Pokemon to deal with those brats and their Pokemon. Bob hurried over, dodging a drunk driver along the way.
In another part of the neighborhood, Miss Clara didn't know what to do. Her money was down to a few hundred dollars, and it was barely enough to even afford one Pokemon. She had only two left that she adored most, a Delcatty which she probably couldn't bring herself into giving away, and a Banette which so far nobody wanted, and for a good reason too. The Pokemon had a reputation for being a bit stubborn, and it was just plain creepy. The two of them were out of their Pokeballs and lounging on the red leather couch. They looked comfortable enough, but knew exactly what was going on.
There was a loud knock on the door. "Oh, somebody's here! Now remember, I won't let you two go to any bad trainers. Only this time, Banette, you're not going to be constantly glaring at him or her. Got it?" Clara said while trying not to cry over another loss. Banette shrugged off the comment and headed towards the door with Delcatty.
Clara opened the door to see Bob. "Hello. You're here for a Pokemon, correct?" Clara asked. "Yes, I heard about you're troubles so I decided to help. Which ones are left?" Bob said. "All I have is Delcatty and Banette. They're both good Pokemon, but Banette tends to be a little stubborn sometimes." Clara said.
Bob thought for a moment. "I could take that Banette off your hands and maybe change its attitude a little." Bob said with a glint in his eye. "Really? You would?" Clara asked with a feeling between relief and sadness. "Of course I would." Bob quickly said. "Okay, but I'd have to know more about you and your experience with Pokemon." Clara said sternly. Bob stressed for a second, remembering his only Pokemon when he was a kid, a Poochyena.
"I had a Poochyena when I was about seven. It was my only friend when I was growing up. Sometimes he would wait for me at school. But one day, some horrible people walked up to me and Poochyena and pushed me away and stole him! I tried to save him, but they had drove away in their car." Bob said.
The truth was he never liked that Poochyena, so he traded it for a Wingull. The Wingull was a worse battler so when he tried to get Poochyena back, the kid decided he didn't like Wingull anymore and kept Poochyena. Bob tried to win more battles but still lost. He finally had to let it go since Wingull didn't like him very much. He was hesitant to tell Clara this because he thought that would make Clare think he was a poor Pokemon trainer.
"Oh, that's so sad. You seem like a nice guy, so I'll give you Banette." Clara said. She took out a Pokeball. "Okay Banette, it's time for you to go. I'll come back for you when I have the money to keep you, I promise." Clara said. A beam of red light shot at Banette and was pulled into the Pokeball. Clara then hended the ball to Bob. "Take good care of him, and don't let anything bad happen to him." Clara said. Bob waved goodbye and left.
As soon as Bob got home, he called out Banette. Banette took a few seconds to check out his surroundings. "Now Banette, since you're living with me now, I want you to make sure no bratty kids come near my house. Do what you can to keep them off my property, understand?" Bob said. Banette stared at him for a second. He was never told to keep kids away. In fact, Banette didn't mind kids, even though they didn't feel the same about him.
"What if the kids have dark Pokemon like a Mightyena?" Banette asked. Bob was startled by the sudden question. "Y-You're not supposed to be talking!" Bob said shakily. "I didn't say anything, I mean, Banette!" Banette tried covering it up, but he already knew Bob knew. Bob was silent for a few seconds before he fainted.