Hi Pokemon fans and KHR fans! This is just another side story that I'm just leaving up for reads. But I'm considering putting this one on my 'major list' to have it a regular update time. Yeah, I had always wanted to write this with cute little Tsuna playing with Pokemon. Plus, I'm addicted to both. Please enjoy.


I Choose You!

Nana couldn't hold herself back from enjoying the clear sky. It was as if the world was grinning at her. Though, she couldn't really say the same for her son, Tsuna. Tsuna was wailing with tears running down his rosy cheeks. If possible, he was screaming at the top of his lungs. He was also trying to force his way out of her grip and run. Though, Nana easily ignored it as she continued to drag his wrist as she held it tighter.

"Come on, Tsuna. You're ten now. At this age, you're ready to go on an adventure like every other kid." Nana insisted.

"I don't wanna! I don't want to go! Mama, stop!" Tsuna begged.

However, Nana obviously continued on to ignore his begging. It was lucky for her that the Professor's lab wasn't too far from their home. Tsuna continued on with his relentless thrashing to release himself, but to no avail. Before he calmed down, the two of them were already inside the lab. Nana lets go of Tsuna's wrist and searched around.

The lights were switched off. Even if it was on, it didn't seem like anyone was here anyways. Nana moved over to the walls to touch the surface. She immediately turned the switch on to brighten the room. Both Nana and Tsuna were in shock. The lab was completely trashed. Computers had a cracked hole on the screen, bookshelves loitering with books scattered around, and paper were everywhere with dirty footprints. Nana remembered it not being anywhere this messy when she visited yesterday.

"Tsuna, stay here. Mama is going to check around." She ordered.

She pulled out a poké ball and tossed it. Flabébé came out with a happy cheer. Tsuna stood near the wall as he watch his mother giving orders to her Pokémon. He didn't understand why his mother is doing this for. He didn't want to go on an adventure. He really didn't want to when he knew it's by himself. He wasn't too fond of Pokémon too. It wasn't a personal thing, but they scare him more than anything else should. So, it would be more of an adventure of horror to him. Tsuna went to the door as his mother continued searching.

"I'll be outside, mama…" He whispered, softly.

With that, he easily slipped through the door without a sound. Tsuna sighed in relief as he continued back to his home. This way, he doesn't have to bother himself with anything Pokémon-related.

"Help me! Someone!" A voiced cried.

Tsuna stopped. He looked around to see no one except for a boy standing near the gate leading to Route one hundred one. The small boy looked back to Tsuna and ran to him. The brunet was compelled to run for it, but his legs weren't moving as he hoped. The small boy ran up to Tsuna and proclaimed someone in need. It was Birch, the Pokémon professor that resided here. He was taken forcibly by two mysterious men. The small boy wanted to do something, but didn't have the power nor a Pokémon to do so.

"Please, you need to help him!"

"What can I do? I don't have a Pokémon either!" Tsuna stated.

The small boy persisted on and claimed that the professor had his backpack that contains the starter Pokémon. If he could get a hold of it, Tsuna would be able to do something. The brunet took a step backward from how close the boy was. Both his hands were raised up as he tried to simmer the boy down. After that, Tsuna thought to himself. He could go back to the lab and call his mother. She would know what to do, but he might be too late if he did.

"Help! Someone!"

Tsuna burst out running. His short legs taking him to the route as fast as it could. He wasn't even thinking as he ran. The small town was quickly replaced with patches of short grass and trees beyond the eye could see. It didn't take him long to spot the kidnapped professor and the two evil men. Birch had both his hands tied behind his back with the two goons cornering him. Two of them were both skinny and wearing dark clothing with a letter 'M' on their chest. They had masks on them to conceal their faces except their noses and below. Tsuna slipped behind a tree before anyone noticed him.

As the boy said, there was a dropped bag lying not too far from the brunet. All he had to do was run to it and grab a ball surrounding it. Tsuna slid to the side. He was mentally counting to calm himself. When he hit ten, he ran as fast as he could. Unfortunately, he ended up tripping half way to the bag and slid the rest to it. That immediately caught the professor and the two men's attention. Tsuna quickly picked himself up and grabbed one of the balls without thinking. He threw it with all of his might.

"Wait, not that poké ball!" Birch cried.

Instead of a starter Pokémon, Tsuna fell behind a much larger Pokémon. Lucario gave a deep growl as its upper body lowered. The men nervously stepped back before calling out their Pokémon. Pawniard and Roserade came out of the poké ball. The owners gave their orders and the Pokémon followed, attacking. Lucario easily dodged slash from Pawniard and pin missile from Roserade.

Lucario didn't have any problem jumping behind Pawniard, kicking him as hard as it could, and kicked Roserade to a tree. The Pokémon then proceeded to use bone rush to send the Pokémon back to their owners. Birch moved himself away as the scared men ran with their injured Pokémon in their arms. Tsuna quickly jumped in to untie the professor after grabbing the bag and balls.

"Thank you so much for your help. You must be Tsuna, right?"

"Yes, sir. Is that Pokémon yours?"

"To be honest, no."

The professor was finally free. Birch wasted no time to carefully approach the stilled Lucario. Both of his hands were held up in a surrendering manner as he slowly moved around it. Lucario merely turned its head to follow his movements cautiously. Birch grabbed the poké ball it came from and forced it to go back in. He held it within his arms for a minute until he stuffed it into his bag. He turned to Tsuna awkwardly before giving a victory sign and a goofy smile.

"Now that that's done. Please follow me to my lab. There's something I want to give to you." Birch grinned.

Birch was already moving before Tsuna could say a word. The brunet had no other choice but to follow the man. It seems like the adults wouldn't listen to him either way. The two of them returned to the lab with ease. The lab wasn't as messy as when Tsuna left it. His mother was wandering around from place to place with books and papers in her arms. Apparently, she was too focused on cleaning the place. Flabébé was floating about happily as she cheered on. Nana looked up to the professor and her son, smiling.

"Oh, Nana, you're here. Sorry about the mess. I had some troublemakers, but your son came to save the day." Birch praised.

"It's fine. I knew Tsuna was gone, but didn't know he went out to help. I thought I might as well clean the place."

"Thank you for the help."

Nana was arranging the books at the far right with Flabébé. Birch set aside his bags on the table and took out four poke balls from it. He came over to the table that was already set up in the middle and laid the three balls on it. The fourth ball was held onto by him.

"I heard that you're starting an adventure. Like everyone, you're accompanied by a starter Pokémon."

He picked one up and a Pokémon would pop out of it. In a line, there was a Treecko, a Torchic, and a Mudkip. Tsuna nervously stepped back from them, eyes wandering.

"It's okay, Professor Birch. Actually, I don't want a Pokémon. I was heading home anyways." Tsuna said.

"Sorry, no can do. Your father called in for a favor and I'm obligated to make it happen." Birch insisted.

"My dad is asking you to do this?"

Birch went into full detail of how this came about. Yesterday, his mother came over asking the same thing his father wanted. The two of them talked while Iemitsu, Tsuna's father, was on the phone. Iemitsu thought it was important for his son to grow as a person during a journey many kids around the world go through. The best way to do so was to travel around with a Pokémon companion. Apparently, it was not a given option for the brunet to decide whether or not he can run away from it.

Not only that, Tsuna is able to have another option if he doesn't want to have a starter Pokémon. Iemitsu sent over a Pokémon that he knew that Tsuna was able to train on his journey. It was the same Pokémon that the family have known to train for generations with a great bond.

Tsuna stared at the poké ball held onto since he started explaining. Birch seemed to have an unsteady hold on it as the ball shivered every now and then.

"Is that the Pokémon my dad sent over if I didn't want the starter Pokémon?" Tsuna asked, cautiously.

"Yes, but I would highly recommend choosing a starter Pokémon over this one. Starters tend to be easier to train. Really…"

"What's other Pokémon? When I saw your bag, I saw five balls."

"Oh, the first three would be the starters. The fourth is this one right here. The fifth is my own Pokémon."

Tsuna thought about all this. It was already obvious to him that no one is letting him stay home. He looked at the starters to the shaking poké ball. Like Birch said, starters are the best for new beginners like him. But his dad sent one that he knew that he could handle and known to be part of the family. He looked closely to Treecko. This one would be easy to train. Doesn't look like it would give him a hard time either. Then, he looked back to the ball.

"Since my dad picked it, I'll take that one." Tsuna decided.

"Are you sure? Because I promise you that these starters won't be hard." The professor persisted.

"Yes. I'm trusting my dad on this one."


Yes, yes, I know. A trainer normally starts with a starter Pokemon. But isn't there always some special cases? Tsuna is definitely a special case. And it was a good excuse to make Lucario the main Pokemon star of this story. I love Lucario with a passion. I thought they would be a good team and it's part of my plot. Anyways, thanks for reading. Please leave a review, favorite, and follow to show the love and support. Because, honestly, that's the extra push that shoves writers down to Writing Town.