(A/N): Hello, everyone! I feel like this fic needs a little explaining. I bought B2 the day after its North American debut, and I'm already in love with it. I decided to novellize my own play through- so if a few names are off, that's why (I replaced Rosa's name with Lety- I thought it fit a little better). Enjoy the first chapter of Grey Area! ~Phee

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Pokédex entries or characters mentioned in this chapter unless I explicitly indicate that they are my own original characters.

Prologue: Let it All Begin

I was making my bed when the home phone rang. No one ever called it unless it was an emergency or someone who hadn't bothered to get my mom's cell phone number. I watched as mom rushed outside, and I ran up to the front of the house and cracked the window to see if I could catch a bit of the conversation. Sneaky, yeah, I know, but this could be something really important. Like I mentioned earlier, no one ever calls the home phone.

"Aurea Juniper!" my mother exclaimed. "How nice it is to hear from you! We haven't talked in ages!"

Juniper? Isn't that the Pokémon professor that lives in Nuvema, on the other end of the region? How does she know my mom? Maybe they were classmates during university or something? I think I remember her mentioning something like that...

Her thoughts were interrupted by mom gasping. I distinctly caught the words "Pokédex", "Starter", and "girl in a green hat" repeated almost on replay. What could this mean?

"Mmhm... Bianca, isn't it? Green hat and glasses? Alright, I'll send Lety along now. Thank you, Aurea! Goodbye!"

I dashed back to my room and closed the window, making myself look busy as my mom walked back in, a large smile on her face. I finished 'straightening' my comforter and turned around, facing Mom, my long brown hair sweeping by my hips.

"Lety! I have a few questions for you- first, do you want a Pokémon?"

One nod. Le duh. Everyone catches a Pokémon eventually. Kids five to six years younger than I am already have their first partners. Mom kinda kept me behind the learning curve...

"Do you know what a Pokédex is?"

Two nods. Of course I know what it is! We learned countless things about the software in primary school! I could program one in the blink of an eye, if I ever got the opportunity.

"Would you want a Pokédex?"

Three nods, these much more frantic and excited than the other. After all these years of begging and pleading, my life is about to start completely over. And to be honest, I'm ok with it. Change can be a good thing, and that's the truth.

"Alright then, go and find Bianca, I was told she would be wearing a green hat. So, go on, start your journey!"

I practically ran out the door, reveling in the fact that I would be independent in this great big world in a matter of minutes- an hour, perhaps? Anyways, my short yellow skirt rippled in the breeze as I walked my way to the Aspertia Overlook- our most famous landmark. Of course, not three seconds into my walk and I ran into Hugh and his little sister, who I've known almost as long as I can remember.

"So, where are you going?" Oh, Hugh, always wanting to know my business. I grinned and explained the situation.

"Wow, a real Pokémon? At least I won't be the only one in town who was one now," he responded with a bored sigh. Hugh lived to battle. He had a Pokémon that he raised from an Egg- and Eggs are pretty rare these days. Breeding pairs are hard to come by, and it's nearly impossible to memorize the different combinations unless you're a formally trained Breeder.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by Hugh's rough voice- perfectly matched to his over-the-top blue hair and those things he wears and dares to call pants..."C'mon man, let's go get your Pokémon!"

His little sister, who shares his distinct crimson eyes, shot me a glare as Hugh dragged me up to the overlook. I arched an eyebrow and he shrugged. "What? You were moving too slow!"

I sighed, and ascended the last few stairs to find a medium-height blonde girl wearing a green hat staring off into the distance. "Oh!" she exclaimed, turning to reveal red glasses and cheery blue eyes. "I'm Bianca! You're Lety, right?"

I nod again.

"Tada!" she announced, pulling a small canister looking device from a pocket in her bag. "The Pokémon that will become your partner is right in here! Snivy is on the left, Tepig is in the middle, and Oshawott is on the right! Take your time- no need to rush!"

I had actually planned this out, before I ever thought that I would get the opportunity to go on my own journey. If I had a choice, I would pick Oshawott. My father had a few Pokémon, and his Samurott was quite kind to me despite its harsh and fierce appearance. I take the Pokéball on the far right and toss it, the little water type popping out and tilting his head. "Osha?" The red and white sphere comes straight back to my hand, and I attach it to my belt.

Bianca grinned. "Great choice! Would you like to nickname him?"

I bite my lip. Hmm... the little one will be quite powerful someday, just like a mighty...

"Typhoon!" I say. Typhoon seems pleased with his new name, and grins at me, his black eyes closing as he does so.

"And take this! This is your very own Pokédex! You can use it to identify different Pokémon from across the region!"

I took the device, and noticed that if I pressed a button, a second screen popped out and displayed information. I decided to scan Typhoon, and to my surprise, an automated voice came out of the pink technological innovation. That certainly wasn't covered in my primary classes. Suppose they didn't want to ruin all the fun things.

Oshawott, the Sea Otter Pokémon. The scalchop on its stomach isn't just used for battle-it can be used to break open hard berries as well.

Typhoon tilted his head. "Oshasha?"

I grinned, and patted his head. "No worries."

Hugh dashed up the stairs, and stared at my Pokedex. "What's that?"

Bianca grinned. "It's called a Pokedex. You use it to catalog the Pokemon you meet from across the region."

"She gets one?" he motioned towards me, and I put her hands on my hips. The breeze picks up again, and I'm grateful for the leggings I'm wearing under my skirt. If I wasn't wearing them, I'd be as cold as a Vanillite by now.

"I have a name, you know!" I protest, but no one seems to hear me.

Hugh's eyebrows rose. "Can I have one too?"

Bianca dug through her bag. "Well, I guess the more the merrier! Here, have a Pokedex!"

She tossed another electronic device to Hugh, who caught it and stared at it happily. His was green and black, and had a Pokéball symbol printed on the back.

"I have an idea!" the green beret wearing girl announced out of the blue. "Why don't you have your first Pokemon battle right here, Lety?"

Hugh grinned maliciously. "I've been waiting for this, you know."

I walk to the other side of the overlook and mark my paces, stopping after fifteen or so steps. "Bring it on. Typhoon, you ready?"

"Oshaosha!" Typhoon said, tapping his scalchop with his right paw-fin-thing.

Hugh pulled a Pokeball from his belt. "Go!"

My hazel eyes widened as his only Pokemon appeared in front of me. A Snivy, a haughty look upon its face, was staring daggers at poor Typhoon, who pulled off a snarky response by detaching his scalchop and motioning forward with it.

My first battle? A type disadvantage? Lovely!

Hugh's Snivy seemed calm, cool, and collected, just like him. Although, Hugh has a tendency to lose his temper at the absolute worst of times. I really hope it doesn't carry over to his Pokémon during battle.

Looks like I'm about to find out.

(A/N): Aaaand, cliffhanger! The next few chapters will be longer, I promise! I've been really busy with school, and all my effort is paying off quite nicely, if I do say so myself. Keep an eye out for new updates, and if you haven't already (shameless promotion) check out the poll on my profile for my other multi-chapter Pokémon story, A Chosen Few! That's all, everyone. Catch ya later!