A/N: Hey! Another 'Fic here from Yuki! I've decided to finally upload this to because I've been inactive for so long because of Uni. Though it may be very VERY few people, I feel bad for those who I have made wait for the next Chapter of Cycles' End, and thought I'd upload this as a kind of apology; the original Fan Fic that actually started me off.

As noted on my page, this was something I did that was temporarily Community-Exclusive; I asked for assistance from some of the members there for characters and assistance with place names and such and they were really helpful. Alas, it has also suffered my Uni requirements and ground to a halt on the fourth Chapter... but I'm starting to write again!

Hopefully people will enjoy this; the first ever fan fic I ever worked on!

Chapter 1: Destined to be Trainers

It was another wonderful day in Cherrygrove Town; with the sun shining, Soro stirred from slumber, her Eevee standing on her quilt-covered form, eagerly watching her slowly awaken. "Good morning, Eevee," she said with a gentle yawn. Eevee made an enthusiastic cry at Soro as she jumped off of her trainer and trotted over to the door, the small brown fox-like Pokémon eagerly encouraging her to get up and follow.

She sat there for a moment, thinking about how she had met Eevee a few years ago. The poor little thing was exhausted when she had found it and in a panicked state, she scooped the little Pokémon up in her arms and rushed it to the Professor's Lab. Thankfully he lived near the entrance to the town, where Soro had found the little Eevee collapsed and over the following several days, she arrived at the Lab to help take care of the Pokémon she had rescued.

Seeing the care Soro put into helping the Eevee recover, Professor Carob gave her a Poké ball to claim the small Pokémon she called her friend as her first Pokémon. She was ecstatic at the sentiment; the small Eevee smiling at her, acknowledging her as its Trainer with a joyful cry. The Professor had made her promise not to battle with the Eevee, however; he had given her a leaflet on Pokémon Trainers that detailed everything she would need to know, but stressed that those without a license were prohibited by law from battling with Pokémon.

She took every word he spoke in carefully, processing the information and holding onto it, regardless of the leaflet she had that basically had the same information in it. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she found him... kind of inspiring, when he spoke about Pokémon. Likely from his experience working with Professor Rowan of Sinnoh—she always felt a little spooked whenever Rowan got angry; such a booming voice...

"Soro, your sister is home!" shouted her mother from the bottom of the stairs, which snapped her out of her reminiscing thoughts and forced her still-groggy body to leap out of bed and quickly get dressed—the clothes she would be using for travelling. A red shirt was set on the back of the chair she had seen her Eevee sleeping on the night before, the sleeves reaching her elbows, while a pair of white trousers rested underneath the top. She was adamant about travelling around the Region in trousers over anything else, feeling that skirts were without a doubt inappropriate for travelling such distances.

On the floor, behind the chair were her white trainers, two red stripes plainly decorating the outer side of the footwear, while her red belt had fallen across them. She eagerly started dressing herself, all the while looking forward to not only seeing her sister for the first time in several months, but also to finally take action on that promise she had made with Riaz. She stopped for a moment, looking towards her Eevee while it sat next to her door, a small smile beaming across its little brown face. She smiled back at the cute little Pokémon; "Soon, we'll be off on our own little adventure," she said, partly to herself, but Eevee gave another enthusiastic cry, as she continued to get dressed.

Finally clothed, Soro rushed downstairs, her Eevee following closely behind her. She neared the bottom of the stairs, looking into the lounge area that they led into, seeing her sister sitting on the cream-coloured sofa talking to their mother. With the few seconds of silence that followed, Soro smiled and began to speak; "Welcome home, Koma," she said with a tone thick with joy. Her sister had gone on a journey as a Trainer when she and Riaz had made the promise to become Trainers themselves.

The purple-haired teen turned towards the voice coming from behind her. She landed her gaze on Soro who was standing at the bottom of the stairs, dressed in the clothes she planned on travelling the Region in, which reminded her of the time she had started her own journey. Though her little sister was heartbroken to see her only sibling leave her behind that day, she remained strong and before she left, had spoken to her about the promise she had made with the boy who lived next door. It was nice to see her aiming for something.

"It's nice to see you again, Soro. I told you I'd be back for when you started your journey, didn't I?" Koma said with a happy smile on her face, her golden eyes still fixed on her sister, as she walked around to the lounge and sat next to her sister for the first time in what felt like an eternity. She had always looked up to her sister and that small fact had not changed. Koma still seemed the same as she was before she left on her little journey.

The two sisters conversed for what seemed like minutes; through breakfast and a short while after, she spent talking with Koma about the journey she had been on—she had planned to travel to the Hoenn Region last year, but came home early to see Soro off on her own journey. Koma didn't seem too enthusiastic about the Hoenn Region— in particular, she didn't seem to care too much for the climate; a tropical climate, compared to the mild lands of the Shirei Region.

But time flew by extremely quickly—already it was 8:20am. The Professor usually opened the Laboratory at 8:30, giving Soro plenty of time to grab her shoes and head on over; her Eevee naturally chasing after her in the direction of the Lab. She left her bag and her Eevee's Poké ball at home however, promising to return before finally leaving on her own journey.

It was still quite early—Professor Carob never opened his Lab before 8:30 anyway, so Riaz was not worried about timing, seeing as it was still only 7am. He slumped himself back onto his bed, having been abruptly awoken by a flock of cawing Spearow flapping by his window just a moment before. 'They always do it, too! I seriously think they've been trained to wake me up,' he inwardly thought, hoping he didn't end up having a headache before the day had even begun.

He rested on his bed for a moment longer, until he decided he could not just lie there any longer. Thoughts fell once again to the kind of Starter Pokémon he wanted to pick up from the Professor—it was customary for the local Professor to give a starting-out Trainer a Pokémon for the road and he had always had his sights set on Charmander, suggesting the Professor actually had one, of course. It was a bonus having a parent that was a good friend of Professor Carob's; he still remembered the day he found Meditite, just a few weeks before he and Soro had made that promise to travel the Region as Trainers.

Though not yet 'officially' registered as his Pokémon, Meditite had been caught by him and the Professor, who supplied the Poké ball for his friends' capture, said it was a simple process to rectify it, once his License had been verified by the Pokémon Association. It was a compassionate gift to him, the Professor had said, not wishing for some Pokémon Bandit to come in and catch the Meditite for his own. All the Professor asked of him was to not use Psych Lee in battle, until he was in possession of his Trainers' License—it was illegal to use a Pokémon in battle without a license and often never ended well for the offender.

Instead of battles, he chose to meditate with his Pokémon, which he found to be rather relaxing and Psych Lee actually started to respect him even more as time went on. They had been close from the moment Riaz had found him lost in the local cherry blossom field and their bond only grew from there.

He looked over to the clothing he had set out the night before and left hanging from his wardrobe doors—there was a black short-sleeved shirt hanging in front of his 'dirty' dark blue jeans; they were his favourite pair, having four pockets on the front and a couple more on the back, giving him plenty of space for on-hand items, like Poké balls to capture Pokémon and the odd Potion to heal his Pokémon with.

His mother had been out one weekend and picked him up a new belt to go with the jeans. She called it 'a great deal', since it also came with three Poké ball holsters; two compartments each, that attached to the belt for the easiest of ball storage. 'She'd buy me almost anything if it were a good deal,' he thought to himself as he stretched, soon jumping up from his seated position on his bed and quickly getting dressed for the journey that he had before him.

He picked up the ball holsters he had left on his desk, looking at how they actually attached to the belt—and almost instantly slammed his face into his free hand. 'Figures... you have to thread the belt through them...' It was the first time he had actually looked them over, but felt a little stupid for not checking them first. He spent a few minutes threading them through, having to almost completely remove his belt to do so. It was a pain, but he at least didn't have any trouble getting them into place. He finally sighed, leaving his room after picking up his running shoes and heading downstairs for some breakfast.

As he entered the lounge, he noticed Psych Lee sat in front of the TV, meditating—'Just like always.' He wandered over to a cupboard, grabbing the cereal from the bottom shelf and pouring it into a bowl his mother had left out for him; a little note attached saying, "Don't forget to come back home, before you leave on your journey!" He chuckled to himself for a moment as he removed the note from the bowl and poured some milk over his breakfast.

All was going well, until a few minutes later, he realised what time it was. Looking at the clock that appeared on the TV after the programme had finished, it read '8:25am'. "Oh... you've got to be kidding! How did it get that late!?"

Psych Lee suddenly turned to see what was happening, to see Riaz jumping over the chair and towards the door, making the small Pokémon scramble for the door itself, just managing to slip through before it closed behind him. Riaz rushed by Soro's house and looked towards the Lab in the distance, just managing to see a figure start walking up the stairs towards the Laboratory doors. He knew that only Soro and he were the only Trainers in town that needed to pick up their Licenses and their Starter Pokémon, but he didn't want to show up later than he had told the Professor he would.

With that, he pushed himself from the wall of Soro's house and began rushing towards the Lab at full speed—Psych Lee desperately trying to keep up with his speeding Trainer.

A/N: Well! That's the first Chapter! As I noted on my profile, the first couple Chapters start off pretty slow, since there are some little details I wanted to work on about the Pokemon world, but soon enough, our Protagonists will be heading off on their own little adventure!

Until next time!
YukitheRedFox, headin' out!