Ok...So this is my first fan fic so please R&R, I think thats right, lol. Anyway, just a couple warnings, the story may start slow seeing as I still don't know what his first pokemon will be S, and I am gay so are...well...pretty much...all of my characters.

Enjoy

Chapter 1: Second Thoughts

Taking pictures has been his passion since the day he was able to wield a camera in all ten pudgy fingers while photographing more than his mud mangled toes. Of course since then his toes were clean as well as properly clothed and his fingers had grown into their girth, but the point remains. Pre-adolescence his canvas was his home, the things about his yard, and the surrounding houses of his tiny town. Then with adolescence came freedom; the freedom to roam the fields and forests that hug the roadsides of his remote village, the freedom that brought curiosity to new ideas and answers to old mysteries. As a photographer he sees the world for what it is, not what "they" want you to see. He knows politics and the facts on world issues like any activist, I guess he's just more into living the moment then bothering himself with world problems like them.

With a black fedora hat to shade his grass-green eyes and a pair of run down, taped up, sewn sideways red tennis shoes he sets out every morning as the sun rises to capture the world in its waking hours. The harmonic silence of early morning brings tranquility and beauty to even the most mundane of places. After his pre-day rendezvous he returns home to have a balanced breakfast alongside his mother and father. Together at the table he and his family admire his sister's talents on the television. His sister had left a year ago and was now in the third tier of the pokemon championships. Her name was Tessa and she was primarily a water pokemon trainer, and today she was at her best battling over a water field.

Unlike his sister and peers he never took to pokemon the way they did, and even as his friends prepare to leave home with their new pokemon he is content with staying home with his family. It wasn't that he despised pokemon, he didn't, and in fact he would often include them in his photographs. A Rattata staring with gleaming eyes at the sun set makes for a terrific shot. No one, not even himself, quite understood the reason for his status on pokemon, but little did he know he would soon change.

"Aaron," his mother spoke looking away from the television, "your father and I are going to the pokemon stadium tomorrow to see your sister in her next match. We'd like to know if you want to go? It's a bit far but your father's old friend was going to take us."

"Old friend?" Aaron questioned unsure of whom she referred to.

"Yes son," his father replied while inserting himself in the conversation casually. "An old friend of mine is a professor down at Mako beach. He was heading this direction to see your sister compete and thought he'd see if we'd like to join him.

"Really, does he know Tessa?" Aaron was a bit miffed that he had never heard of the man whom his parents had mentioned.

"No, he's never met her before," Aaron's mother informed him.

"He studies water pokemon, and is interested in seeing her match that's all," his father added.

"Really? Wow, good for her she's like a celebrity now." Aaron remarked his face brightening. "I'd really like to go, I miss her a lot," he continued then after a short pause added with a laugh "and her pokemon."

"Maybe you'll finally decide you want to be a pokemon trainer yourself," jested Aaron's father.

The three of them had a small discussion while viewing Aaron's most recent photographs before Aaron excused himself to download them onto his computer. Ascending the staircase he looked back down at a picture he had taken earlier, it included a porous stone in the foreground that had a heart carved into its surface and in the background a napping boy and his Poochyena curled in his arms. The pokemon sat with its head tall and eyes weary of its surroundings, a ready defender of his master and friend. Before opening his bedroom door Aaron pondered the picture quietly and gave a final "hm."