FOR FUTURE REFERENCE: I DO NOT own Pokémon, ONLY my OCs.

'A Poochyena?' I thought to myself. "What are you doing here… all alone…" I asked a wandering Poochyena as it fell over. Then I saw a crimson glint in its fur, it was blood. The Poochyena was unconscious. 'I have to help him!' I thought to myself as I picked up the Poochyena and carried him to the Pokémon Ranger School I attended.

"What's wrong?" a familiar voice asked me. "Drake, what's wrong?" The voice seemed more concerned this time.

(Drake's POV. I point this out now cause you know who the person is now.)

I felt something wet trickle down my cheek.

"Huh?" I asked as I slowly got up. My cheeks were wet.

"You were whimpering and crying in your sleep." The voice said.

I opened my eyes and saw his familiar face staring at mine with concern. I realized where I was, I was in my home by Sunnyshore City. God, I loved the warm beaches, the sunlight, the warm breezes. But nothing rivaled my love for Zeke.

"Oh it was just a dream Zeke." I replied as I smiled at him. He still looked concerned.

"What about?" He asked, with a more interested tone.

"The day you and I met." I replied, hugging Zeke warmly. He hugged me back pulling me close.

I looked around the room, the clock said it was 10:25 a.m. The sun shone brightly through the window, and a gentle breeze blew the dark blue curtains.

I got out of our too large, very comfortable bed, and took a shower. I got out and dressed in my usual attire, a blue vest with a hood, a black long sleeve shirt under the vest and blue and black jeans.

I stepped out of the bathroom to smell the wonderful aroma of whatever Zeke decided to cook for us, today it was an omelet with various meats and herbs cooked to use it. It smelled heavenly, and tasted way better than it looked. Which, considering the fact it looked amazing in the first place, can only say so much about how it actually tasted.

Zeke is about 6'6" with brown hair and brown eyes, he is very muscled, and I like that about him. He wears a black cloak with a hood, the cloak goes down and flows around his feet. Underneath the cloak Zeke wears a crimson shirt with a black vest, and black jeans. At this moment, he wasn't wearing the cloak.

"This is delicious! I exclaimed as I happily as I ate the omelet.

"I'm glad you like it," He said chuckling, "I know it's your favorite."

"You know me so well." I replied with a loving smile. "I wonder what we're going to end up doing today…" I thought to myself as I finished breakfast.

And immediately after swallowing the last bite of omelet someone knocked on the door. I opened the door, it was Arceus, as if on cue, in his human form. He was a tall white haired man, he had on a white and black jacket over a white shirt with a golden ring going around it and white and black pants.

"Hey Drake," he said nodding, "Zeke," He nodded to Zeke. "You know why I'm here right?" he asked.

"Of course, and as always I'm ready to help." I replied smiling.

"Me too," Zeke said putting on his cloak. "What do we need to do?"

Zeke got his great sword and my two katana from their stand in the living room.

My katana are silver and black. They were a gift from Zeke for Christmas. Ironically enough, I gave him the sword he has now that very Christmas. His great sword is black and crimson as if stained with blood although it isn't.

"Well," Arceus started, "there's been disturbances in the areas around the Valor Lakefront. I want you to find out what's going on, and if you can, stop them."

"Sure. I'll go immediately." I calmly said, accepting the task.

"I'm going with you. And nothing can stop me." Zeke interjected.

"Ok, well… I shall depart now. Thank you for your help." Arceus said as he opened a portal.

"Well Zeke, let's go." I grabbed his hand and teleported to the Valor Lakefront.

Time to Investigate

Me: So, what did ya'll think?

Drake: I loved it! Especially the parts about Zeke.

Zeke: I loved the parts about you.

*They cuddle*

Me: Uh… More about them and their history next time!