Pfokeshipping week!

Day 01 Fishing

It was a sunny day in the world of Pokemon. In Kanto there was a forest and in that forest was a river.

A 10-year old, red-haired girl was sitting on a rock, close to the river, with a fishing line. Next to her was a bag filled with a few poke balls.
The girl nervously looked at the water. Hopefully she would catch a pokemon...she had to...

Misty lowered her head and sighed.

"Why did I do this again?"

She could remember the last few days. First she had a fight with her sisters. Then she left home to become a Water-trainer. And then she actually caught a Goldeen with the help from her Staryu.

There was only one problem...

Misty raised her head and screamed; "I don't have a pokedex!"

A few Spearows flew up into the air.

Misty growled and glared back at the water. Maybe she could find a trainer and lend his pokedex?

Misty shook her head. No, she had to do this alone! She wasn't going to travel with some stuck-up little brat that...

Suddenly she felt a tug at her fishing line.

"Ah, I finally got one!" Misty jumped up and pulled at the line. "It is a big one!"

She used all her strength and was able to pull it out of the water.

But she never expected to see a young man land next to her, instead of a water-Pokemon.

Misty looked at the stranger. The boy coughed out some water and had scratches all over his body. She looked at his arms and noticed a small Pikachu in his arms. The pokemon seemed hurt!

Misty looked down at the Pikachu. "Oh no! Are you okay?"

The boy smiled a little at Misty. "Yeah, tha-"

Misty raised her hand and slapped him across his cheek.

"I wasn't asking you! I was worried about your pokemon!"

"Oh, right...pikachu..."

"You need to get it to a hospital!" Misty was angry at him. How could a trainer be so careless?

The boy stood up with the pokemon in his arms. "Do you know where I can find one?"

Misty sighed and pointed in the other direction. "There is a pokemon-center in the city up ahead!"

"Great! Thanks!" The boy looked up for a second with a look of horror on his face. He then turned around and ran to Misty's bike, which she parked on the dirt road. The boy put his pokemon in the basket and climbed onto her bike.

"Hey!" Misty couldn't believe it. Was that boy really going to steal her precious, earned bike?! "What are you doing?!"

"I'm borrowing this!"

The boy started to paddle away. Misty wanted to stop him, but he was very fast, as if the devil was on his tail.

He gave her one more glance over his shoulder and yelled; "I will bring it back later!"

Misty stayed behind dumbfounded. What just happened? She then put her hands on her hips and groaned.

She never expected this all to happen.

She never expected that she would travel for years with this boy and his companion and a gymleader...

She never expected to fish a boy out of the water.