I have no idea where this came from. xDD I just started writing and this was born. Yay me!

If I owned Pokemon, dears, I believe there would be a water!canine/fire!feline/grass!rodent starter line. Who's with me! (Probably no one. xDD)

There was once a girl who wished to begin her journey.

But to do so she had to pass a test. One so rigorous and strange none of her siblings had ever made it!

And it was to eat her dad's cooking.

"Mom! This is ridiculous! Why do I have to eat it so I can start a journey with pokemon? I'm sixteen, you know, I can look after myself."

The woman smirked, "Yes, but if you can't eat your dad's cooking you won't make it out and about in the wild for long."

"Mom. I can cook."

"Sara. I'm not changing my mind."

She groaned and eyed the black mess, "Why can't… Why can't Ryan cook me something? I mean, ya know, if I can survive his cooking…"

"You're not weaseling out of this one."

"Hey! Ryan's the best cook here, you twit!"

Eliza snorted, "I think that was the point, dope."

And so she started another sibling war as the sarcasm hurt feelings and all ten of her siblings, younger and older, began to defend their beliefs as she eyed the empty pokeball on the table. Her dad laughed, "Mother will kill you if you even think about running off with it."

"And then I'll never get to start, I know. Can I ask you a question?" He nodded, "Where did you learn to cook so badly?"

Her old man grinned, "It's a special skill. Not everyone can have it, dear, I was lucky enough to be born with it." Of course he was. "But it's just a grilled cheese. Go on, eat." So that's what it was supposed to be. Now she wanted to eat it even less. "You know mom won't let you out until you can do it."

"Fine!" She snapped and shoved a bite down her throat.

It was nasty. But mostly because it was burnt and not quite as bad as she had imagined.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she forced the rest down.

Everyone had stopped and stared.

Her mom frowned, "All right, you can go."

Nodding, she grabbed the ball and headed out, running into a sleeping Nincada. Not thinking past 'Must have first pokemon!' she tossed the ball… And it failed.

After all she had gone through.

The years of work and sibling fights and the eating and it ends in failure.

She prepared herself to return when she felt a tug on her leg. She stared down at the Nincada and it blinked up at her, curious. "…Will you… be my pokemon?"

"Ca?"

"Please?"

It didn't seem to understand her and she sighed, waving around her trainer bag. It dashed off and she cursed herself for being an idiot. Instead of heading back like a smart person, she followed it and found it burrowing down.

It turned and stared at her. She stared back and tried, "I'm a trainer?"

It seemed to, surprisingly, know that word and jumped out of the hole, crawling up onto her head and letting out a strange warcry.

A passing Caterpie shot them a look.

"So you'll be my pokemon?" she asked as it garbled, "Nininca daaaaaaa?"

She decided to just take it as an agreement and chirped, "Mkay! Now let's start our journey!"

Ha. What was everyone going to think when they learned she didn't even need a pokeball for her starter?

It flopped off her head and let out a whine before crawling back on.

So it might need a ball.

And a name.

She'd get to that after she celebrated at the nearest pokemart.

There was one a girl who caught her first pokemon without a ball.

They travelled quite a while and seemed to have trouble communicating. However, they made it by.

And never once did they part ways.