Author's Note: This is my first ever story. I decided to do a good old classic (IMHO anyway) - Pokemon! This will be a shounen-ai story. If homosexuality disgusts you, please click on the adorable back button at the top left hand corner of your browser. Thank you.

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All characters except for OCs do not belong to me!

A journey of a thousand miles begin with a single step - Laozi, Chinese Philosopher

If you'll be my star, I'll be your sky

You can hide underneath me and come out at night

When I turn jet black, and you show off your light

I live to let you shine

I live to let you shine

I shot awake as the last word faded from my mind, tears trailing down my flushed cheeks. That haunting lullaby was something that was firmly etched into my memory for some unexplained reason. I've been experiencing this ever since three years ago, when I was found bloodied on the doorstep of a kindly elderly couple in Lacunosa Town, Unova with amnesia. The elderly couple had pitied my twelve-year-old self and took me in, giving me a new name, home and life.

I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Jayden Ryder, currently fifteen years old. I usually have a rather easy-going disposition but I can be surly and a grouch if I'm in a bad mood. I am also rather sarcastic and sardonic to most people, which may put people off. Most of the teenagers around my age say I'm not fun but I beg to differ. I just have a different opinion of fun compared to those immature twits who just run around screaming like barbarians for battles the moment they get their pokémon or see a trainer. I prefer asking my pokémon if they would like to battle first since I don't want to force them to do something they dislike.

Talking about pokémon, I prefer training my pokémon and ensuring that they are at a respectable level with proficient attacks. Well, I'd do that if I had a pokémon. Anyhow, I like the peace and quiet of nature and I generally prefer seeing pokémon in their natural habitats rather than waste their lives away in the hands of those foolish trainers who treat their pokémon like objects or slaves or Arecus forbid, abuse their pokémon. However, I wouldn't mind if the pokémon are in the hands of trainers who cherish them and treat them like family or friends. It's a pity that those types of trainers are diminishing rapidly. Also, somehow, certain types of pokémon have an aversion to me. Generally, bug types, poison types and psychic types hate me with a burning passion. Even those whose subtypes are any of the three above will dislike me. Seriously, it's tried and proven.

Well, that ends my not so mini monologue about my insignificant self. Oh, and did I mention that I'm going on a pokémon journey soon, so I need to head to Nuvema Town? I didn't? Oh well, now you know. Hmm..? The reason for going on a journey? Well, the kindly old couple that took me in passed away from old age and the last thing they told me was to shoot for Championship in the Pokémon League to fulfil the dream in their place. I'm not one to disrespect the wishes of the near dying so naturally, I agreed and my foster grandparents passed away peacefully, leaving me with some money, a fully furnished house – food and supplies included – and a battered pokéball holding their hopes and dreams. Apparently, they knew that they were dying soon so they got a pokémon for me to accompany me on my journey to the far-flung Nuvema Town and through my journey in Unova. Aren't they awesome? It's a pity they died. I wished they could have lived longer but such is life.

I did get a rather large shock when I saw the pokémon gramps and grandma got me – an eevee. It was an extremely rare pokémon in Unova and you either had to travel to other regions – which are very far away – for buy it for a ridiculous price. It was a wonder how my foster grandparents got this eevee and I felt very grateful towards the old couple who could have just left me to die elsewhere or just tossed me to someone else. They treated me like I was their own, blood-related grandson and I could only wish that they were my real grandparents. I whispered a soft prayer of thanks to the old couple and looked at my eevee who was staring at me with a bored gaze.

I gave a small, unsure smile to the fox-like pokémon.

"Let's be good friends and comrades on this journey, okay?" I asked the small pokémon.

Unexpectedly, it rolled its eyes at me in a gesture of 'what kind of sappy nonsense is this?' and made an expression that screamed 'but I will accept this just this once' and nodded its head in acceptance of being comrades with me rather loftily. I snorted at it's amusing and spunky behaviour before picking the eevee up and holding it with my arms stretched out in front of me. The little pokémon gave a grunt of annoyance and glared at me with a 'what the hell are you doing?' expression, which looked cute rather than fierce. I gave a small laugh which seemed to displease the eevee since it attempted to bite my finger but failed.

"Momentai, eevee, momentai. Any, I wanted to know if you're a male or female. Some pokémon hate to be called the wrong gender so I'd rather not risk it with you." I explained, placing the disgruntled pokémon back onto the ground.

Eevee gave me an 'oh, really?' look before lifting up its hind leg and staring at its genitals – which I could clearly see belonged to a male – and giving me a deadpan face of 'Oh lookie here, I have balls. I'm like so totally NOT A MALE.' I gave a wide smile at the sarcastic little pokémon and rolled my eyes fondly at the pokémon.

"No need to be such a sarcastic little eevee, though I think we'll get along just fine. Do you want a name?" I asked.

He gave me a look of 'Duh, are you a nitwit or something?' I rolled my eyes at the sassy eevee and started to list out various names ranging from Fluffy to Freyr to Zack, all of which were met with expressions of disdain, disgust or anger and annoyance. I was just about to give up on naming my picky new friend before a name popped up in my mind.

"How about Eon? It sounds cool yet should be sophisticated enough for Your Picky Highness." I asked, teasing the eevee who gave me a holier-than-thou expression.

Eevee seemed to be considering the name deeply, cocking his head to one side with faraway eyes. I smirked at how adorable he looked but I'd never say it out loud or else I'd get my hand bitten off. No thanks. Finally, the eevee seemed to have made a decision and nodded his head rather regally, giving me an expression of 'Fine, I'll deign myself to be called that ridiculous name. You better be grateful, worm.' I just snorted at the newly named Eon before carrying it and placing it onto my shoulder. Eon inspected my shoulder before deeming it to be a worthy enough spot to ride on and settled himself down.

"Well, let's go find Draco. He should be at the pokémon centre." I told Eon, who shrugged his shoulders as if to say 'whatever floats your boat.'

With that, I took the first step of my long journey and unwittingly, into my destiny.

Song used: Boats and Birds - Gregory and the Hawk

Important Note: I will not (at least attempt not) create a Gary Stu or a Mary Sue. If I seem to be heading towards that path, please inform me. Also, I will add the stats of pokémon Jayden has at the end.

Name: Eon

Species: Eevee

Level: ?

Ability: ?

Moves: ?