Chapter 1

The Beginning

Kaito, the star of this story is a young boy with straight blonde hair just reaching his tenth birthday.

Bzzzzzt! Went the flashing voltorb alarm. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzt! Kaito rubbed his eyes as he sleepily fumbled for the switch. "Why did I set my alarm so early?" Kaito asked himself. Suddenly he jumped out of bed (banging his head on the ceiling) and shouted, "Yes I'm starting my Pokémon Adventure today!"

"Breakfast!" his mum called pleasantly.

"Coming!" he called back. When he got downstairs he gobbled up his breakfast of cereal with Oran berries, grabbed his backpack and ran off to Professor Oak's lab.

"Goodbye!" his mother said sadly.

At Professor Oak's Lab, Oak was giving one last polish to the pokéballs containing Bulbasaur, Squirtle and Charmander.

"Three trainers are starting their Pokémon adventures today," Prof Oak said to himself, "I wonder which will come first?"

In burst Kaito, slamming the door shut behind him and making the pokéballs on the shelves wobble.

"Ah, you must be one of the trainers starting their Pokémon adventure today," laughed Professor Oak, "follow me." He led Kaito to a room filled with computers. He sat down at one of them and asked Kaito, "What's your name?"

"Kaito," Kaito replied. Prof Oak typed away at the computer for a few minutes before unplugging a device from it and handing it to Kaito.

"This is your Pokédex," He announced, "it is used for recording data from the Pokémon you meet and capture."

"Um, thanks?" replied Kaito, "when can I get my Pokémon?"

"Patience, patience," chuckled Prof Oak, "you'll get your Pokémon soon enough."

Kaito was led back to the room filled with pokéballs and shown a small triangular table with three pokéballs placed in indents in the three corners of the table. Each was clearly labelled. One was labelled Bulbasaur (grass type) another Charmander (fire type) and the third Squirtle (water type). On the wall behind the table there was a picture of the three starter pokémon that were in the pokéballs. Kaito ran to the table and read the labels. Then he went up to the poster and studied the Pokémon.

"You may take a few minutes to decide which Pokémon you want," Prof Oak said, in a way that suggested that he had said the exact same thing many times before, "after all it is one of the biggest choices of your life." Ten minutes passed as Kaito alternately studied the Pokéballs and the poster. "Sometime this year would be nice," joked Prof Oak a little irritably.

"Ok, then!" Kaito said, rather angrily, closing his eyes, "Eenie meenie miney mo I choose you!" Pointing to one of the corners, but it was empty, the Pokéball had disappeared. "Where'd it go?!" he exclaimed.

"Sorry man, but you were taking so long to choose and I really wanted this pokémon," said a tall boy with black spiky hair standing in the doorway.

"Charmander, what a good choice Hayate," said Prof Oak tiredly.

"How do you know his name?" asked Kaito.

"Hayate is Blue's brother and therefore my grandson," explained Prof Oak.

"Really?!" asked Kaito, "You're Blue's brother?!"

"Yep," said Hayate, "Blue's my bro."

"Follow me Hayate," said Prof Oak.

"Wait a minute gramps," called Hayate.

"What did you call me?" growled Prof Oak.

"Hey! What's your name?" Hayate asked Kaito (ignoring Oak). Kaito replied,

"Kaito."

"Well Kai-to," laughed Hayate,

"I hope we meet again. You seem like an interesting opponent." With that he ran off after his granddad.

"Um, thanks?" Kaito mumbled after him. "Well, grass beats water so I guess I'll choose Bulbasaur," Kaito pondered.

"No silly," said a girl with auburn hair in two buns, standing behind them,

"you forgot that Hayate has Charmander which is fire type, so also fire beats grass and water beats fire. That means the no matter which Pokémon you pick you will have an advantage against one trainer and a disadvantage against the other."

"Let me guess, you're another trainer starting their adventure today."

"Yes that's me."

"You're not making this any easier," he complained, "hey! Which Pokémon do you want?"

"I want Squirtle, but I won't let you choose Bulbasaur for my sake!"

"How can you tell if I'm choosing Bulbasaur so you can have Squirtle or if I just want Bulbasaur?"

"I'll use a lie detector."

"What if I don't answer you?"

"Then, then, then, oh I don't know!"

"Well I pick Bulbasaur," he laughed, taking the Pokéball, "you can do what you like."

"Then I pick Squirtle," she said, going red.

"What's your name?" Kaito asked her.

"Sachiko," she answered defiantly, "what's yours?"

"Kaito," he replied, "thanks for helping me choose. Sorry if I upset you."

"You're welcome, I guess," she said, a little awkwardly, "I should find that old man and get my Pokédex."

"You mean Professor Oak?" he laughed.

"Who else? She smiled back," then she ran off after Prof Oak and Hayate.

Kaito stepped out of the lab and sadly looked at the pretty houses of Pallet Town. He knew he probably wouldn't be back in Pallet Town for a long time.

"Wait! Kaito!" yelled Prof Oak, "I forgot to give you your Pokéballs." Then Prof Oak hurried of back to the lab and the waiting Hayate and Sachiko.

"Thank you Prof Oak!" Kaito called after him. Kaito was just about to take the first step onto route 1 when his mum ran out of their house holding a purse with a picture of a Magnemite on it and a blue shoebox.

"Kaito!" shouted his mum.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"This should be enough to get you started she gasped, handing him the purse, and these are for you," handing him the shoebox.

"Wow! Running shoes!" he screamed, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

"I hoped you'd like them," she smiled, gazing down at the streamlined shoes with lightning bolt logos. He put them on and ran around laughing. His mother went back into the house and waved goodbye from the window. Kaito turned around to face the border between Pallet Town and Route 1. He closed his eyes, Took a deep breath and stepped forward…