Good Morning. I'm Shuji, and this is the first time I've written for Pokemon. There were so many different times I could have, but I was worried that the whole of the community wouldn't like the idea of a story between a Pokemon and a human so closely connected that it's practically a romance. Well, that's the angle I was going for with this story. Don't look at me like that, I just really like Mawile. And seeing as there are so few with Mawile in it, I figure I might as well write this and get it over with.

It did help that there were already stories about PokemonxHuman. I thank those authors, too numerous to name right now.

I'm looking for feedback. Reviews are good, flames or not. Flames mean I'm making someone angry. And despite my desire to entertain, it's pretty funny making someone angry. So reviews please.

Chapter One: Two people left behind.

Wesley Himuro. Otherwise known as, Wes. At eighteen, he left home. Why? Because his parents left him there while they went off to travel the world. Besides, Wes was never really that close to his parents. Out of respect for bringing him into the world, he kept his last name the same, but he shortened his first name.

He put on a pair of shorts and a red shirt. He traveled west from his home, without anything in his bag except food.

"Hi Wes! How's it going?" Wes looked up. It was a Staravia in a tree.

"I'm doing pretty well today Miles."

Wes has a special ability. He can talk to Pokemon. He went to go see Professor Rowan about it a long time ago with his parents, but even Rowan couldn't explain how Wes could speak to Pokemon. Rowan deemed it a gift, as he and the other professors had been striving to find a way to better communicate with Pokemon. Of course, instead of submitting Wes to a series of tests and treating him like a subject, Rowan let him go. While the gift may have been mankind's key to communicating with Pokemon, he couldn't make a young boy like Wes out to be a guinea pig. So he kept it a secret.

"So where are you going today Wes?"

"Well, I figured I'd go wherever I wanted today. My parents left Veilstone."

"Oh really? Sorry about that…"

"Don't be. My parents and every other human person treat me like a freak just because I can talk to Pokemon. But I love my gift. I like being able to talk to all of you."

"Glad to hear it Wes!"

Wes continued walking for a bit with Miles the Staravia (who flew, obviously).

"Hey Wes. How about I travel with you this time? I could follow you in one of those ball things."

"You mean, 'Pokeball'. And no, I don't like doing that. Putting a Pokemon in a Pokeball basically contains them against their will. They are forced to do what their trainer wants. Even if they're friends, I imagine it's cramped in there. I'd prefer my friends to be out in the open, all the time."

"Wow… that's so deep…" Miles wiped his beak with his wing.

"Are you crying?"

"O-of course I'm not crying!"

"Whatever… So are you coming?"

"Yeah. I'll follow you."

Wes had been friends with Miles since he was young and Miles was a Starly.

They continued down Route 215. It was raining harder than usual.

"Dammit, why does the rain have to be so cold?"

"Don't worry Wes, I can see the Route 210 sign up ahead, we're almost out!"

Wes ran for Route 210, determined to make it out of the rain, when he tripped on something. He fell face-first into the ground. "Ouch… What just happened?"

"It looks like you tripped on a Pokemon."

"Oops." Wes turned to face the Pokemon he tripped on. "I'm sorry! I didn't hurt you, did I?" Pokemon he tripped over was a Mawile. It was on the ground and it wasn't moving. "I think I did!" Wes picked up the Mawile, and started carrying it to Route 210.

"Are you sure about this Wes? Mawile is a steel Pokemon, so she's probably pretty heavy…"

"Actually, she's not all that heavy." Wes took Mawile to the Café Cabin. "Excuse me! I need help. This Pokemon isn't moving!"

A waitress came over to look at her. "She looks pretty badly banged up. Here, give her some milk."

Wes held Mawile's head up and put the bottle to her lips. He slowly tipped the glass so the milk would go in. "C'mon, work…" Mawile started coughing.

"Who…" Mawile opened her eyes. "Who are you?"

"Thank goodness you're awake."

Mawile looked around. "Where am I?" She looked to Wes. "And again, who are you?"

"I'm Wes Himuro. I accidentally tripped over you. Sorry."

Mawile stood on her own. "Don't be. It's not your fault I almost died."

Wes looked confused. "It wasn't?"

Miles hopped over. "I've never seen this particular Mawile around here. I've seen a trainer or two battle with one, but never this one. There are no wild Mawile around here either."

"I was… abandoned." Mawile admitted to both of them. "I didn't too well in a battle against a Ponyta… and my trainer hated weak Pokemon…"

"So he abandoned you?" Wes asked.

"Yes… and to make it worse, he caught the Ponyta to replace me."

"Wow…" Wes clenched his fist. "… I suddenly feel like hitting something. How about you Miles?"

"I'd like to drill my beak into a scumbag like that!"

Wes put his hand down. "But all anger aside, do you have anyplace to go?"

Mawile looked down. "No. I came from Hoenn with my trainer, so I can't really go anywhere here in Sinnoh."

Wes held his hand out. "Come with us. I don't have anyplace to go either."

Mawile stared at his hand, unsure what to do. "Do I touch it? Or bite it? I don't know."

Wes grabbed her hand. "You just take it. Take my hand and follow me."

"But where do we go?"

Wes was suddenly struck by this question, as he had no specific destination in mind. "Well… I was just thinking about traveling around. See new Pokemon, explore different areas, maybe even travel to different regions."

Mawile thought to herself. "You aren't a trainer, are you?"

"No, I'm not."

"… I'll go with you." She followed Wes out the door, holding his hand. Nobody in the Café knew about Wes's gift, so they obviously didn't get that conversation just now.

"Miles, why are you perched on my head?"

"It's just so comfy up here, you should try it!"

"Sorry, but I can't stand on my own head."

Mawile was still holding Wes's hand. "Your hand is warm."

"Huh?"

"I've never held someone's hand before."

Wes stopped. And he smiled. "I guess that makes two of us!"

Miles leaned down and said, "What about me? When I was a Starly, we played together all the time!"

"You have wings Miles, not hands."

Miles looked surprised to hear that. "O-oh yeah. I don't have hands."

Mawile giggled a bit. "You two are funny."

"Hm? We are?" Wes looked at Miles. "You're the funny one."

"No, I'm the funny one!"

"I just told you that."

Miles looked surprised again.

Mawile giggled again. "I think I'll like traveling with you two. Wes, was it? And Miles."

"Oh, that's right. I never asked you your name." Wes bent down to eye level with Mawile. "If you don't mind me asking, what is your name?"

Mawile looked up and down. "Well, I was never given one."

"How about I name you? Would that be alright?" Mawile nodded. "Okay, how about… Miu? That sounds pretty."

"Miu?" Asked Miles. "Why Miu? Any special reason?"

Wes turned around, a look of nostalgia on his face. "To tell you the truth… It was the first name that I thought of."

"Wha-? But why did you look so nostalgic?"

"I just remembered Miu means 'Beautiful Feather' and you have feathers."

"So you just gave her a name you would give a female me?"

"No. It sounds too pretty for you."

"That's cold…"

The decision was final. The Mawile traveling with them would be called "Miu".

As these three started down toward Solaceon Miles asked where Wes wanted to go to first.

"Twinleaf. I want to visit Professor Rowan."

"Okay then, to Twinleaf we go!"

This is the story of a guy who can talk to Pokemon. His best friend? A Staravia named Miles. His new friend? A Mawile named Miu. Their destination? Twinleaf town. After that, anything goes.

Hi, me again. Just want to tell you now, this isn't a story that deals with abandonment issues. That trainer that abandoned Miu was a jerk, and Wes was never close to his parents. They didn't particularly care about him. Nobody should have lingering feelings of love for those kinds of people.

I have no idea how aging works for Pokemon. For the sake of the story and so that things don't get complicated later, I've decided that Pokemon can live as long as humans. Here are their respective ages.

Wes: Eighteen.

Miles: Seventeen.

Miu: Estimated in her very late teens (based on a study done later. Nobody ever kept track of her age).

I'll have more profile info in future chapters. I don't want to have more than three main characters. It would get complicated if I had to develop more than three. I'm not sure how Ken Akamatsu does it. That doesn't mean there won't be any more characters, just that the Pokemon and humans met in the future won't have as much to do with the plot. Don't get me wrong, meeting and interacting with other people and Pokemon will be a large part of the story. It'll just be like in the Pokemon anime, where some people are only seen for 3-25 episodes (estimated).

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I'm not that confident in my own work, so please tell me if you didn't like my story. I'll try to make stories that you'll enjoy.