This is Destinysfailure coming at you live from New Bark Town! (: I hatched this idea in the midst of my obsession with Soul Silver edition for Pokemon. I mean, we always have that rival to deal with. He's always ugly. But what happens if the rival is handsome, attractive, and you're the girl who's fallen for him? I guess we'll see! Thanks for tuning in, welcome to my story.

ChapterOne

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My first Pokemon

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"Hello…?" asked a voice in the dark of my room. I stirred, gripping onto my pillow. I thought I was dreaming, so I simply rolled over and closed my eyes tighter. "Hello, trainer…?"

"Huh?" I murmured. I read my alarm clock, which, incidentally, was blank. How is my clock blank? Have I always not known what time it was? "What time is it?"

"It's eight 'o clock in the morning," the voice answered. I reached up and, with great ease, set the clock to read 8:00 a.m. Was it daylight savings time? Eh, who gives a shit anyways.

"Wait, it's eight 'o clock? I wanna go back to sleep!" I laid back down in my bed and groaned.

"No, no! You cannot do that!" it said. Suddenly a light came on, and my room became slowly visible to my sight. An man, dressed in an white lab coat, was grinning at me as if I was the answer to his Poke-universe. "Are you a boy? Or are you a girl?"

"You tell me, Sherlock," I answered. "You're the one who barged into my PINK room and are holding my PINK underwear." He blushed a violent red and dropped them.

"Erm, well….yes, we have that established. Now, what is your name?" he asked.

"My name…?" I asked. It felt like a screen popped into my head, and a keypad became slowly visible. Dang, I could pick my own name? "I'm Jen."

"Jen? Are you sure?"

"No, I answered that for my health. YES."

"Okay, Jen, looks like I have a little explaining to do. My name is Professor Oak. We live in this world peacefully with creatures named Pokemon," he said, releasing a blue Wooper onto my clean white floor. Woopers were known to do a little wooping in places they don't need to, so I frowned.

"I know what Pokemon are," I answered quickly.

"Yes, but you don't know that your OWN Pokemon adventure is beginning soon." At this I sat up higher, excitement growing in my stomach. "It's full of tough times, fun challenges, and suprises around every corner!"

"Yes! I'm ready!" I shouted, pumping my fist in excitement. He smiled at me genuinely, and I had a feeling I was going to like this guy. Even if he had reached down and shoved my underwear into his lab coat.

"It's time to wake up then….wake up….." he said, and my vision blurred.

And my dreams, they are real...

"Jen, honey, it's time to wake up," said my Mom, shaking me awake. I opened my eyes slowly, surveying my room. No old man wearing a lab coat, and no Wooper. But, instead of both of those….

"Honey, do you have a Pokemon you're not telling me about?" she asked, looking at the Wooping mess. I almost gagged. Who shits in blue? Only a Pokemon.

"No. I'm sorry, Mom, one of my pens must have burst." I had to admit, that was a smooth lie. She just shook her head and cleaned it up with quickness and ease. Mom was always the greatest housewife ever, especially since I had no Dad. Where was he anyways? I'd never asked, and Mom had never told me.

"I woke you up because we have a new neighbor living next to us," she said. "His name's Professor Oak, and he wants to meet you. He seems….very happy about it. You don't know him, do you?"

"Uh…no." That was a tiny lie. I'm not sure if that was a dream or not, so who knows. Mom left me to go downstairs, and I started to get ready. I stood quickly to find myself totally dressed in a super-cute outfit. A pink shirt, fitting perfectly to my tiny body, a shorter-than-short white skirt, tennis shoes and knee-high white socks. Completed by my white helmet-hat thing hanging on my computer desk chair, the outfit looked perfect. I walked downstairs to find Mom sitting at the table, coffee in hand. Nothing like starting the day with a cup of Java, I thought. I went to the kitchen counter and made myself a cup. I'd been drinking coffee with Mom every morning since my friends all went away. Most of them left when they were about fourteen or so, off on their own Pokemon adventure. I was seventeen years old, stuck in New Bark Town, Pokemon-less and with only my Mom to keep me company. Actually, it was kind of sad. It was a numb existence, nothing to do and no one to see. I had always dreamed of romance, too, and that didn't happen. All I could do was dream.

"Hey, honey, your Pokegear came back from the repair shop," she said, sliding over my familiar messenger bag to me from across the table. Inside were my Johto region map, my pockets for everything that I'd never had (a.k.a. berries, HP/PP restorers, TM's, etc.), in hopes that someday I'd have my own adventure.

"Thanks….I think I'm going to head over to Oak's now, though," I replied, standing up and slinging the bag over my shoulder. It was depressingly light.

"Okay honey. Be safe," she smiled. I walked out the door into the sunny light of New Bark Town. The air smelled like fresh, clean laundry and the start of a new adventure. It had never smelled like that before, I mused. I walked over to the next house and just barged in. Yes, that's right, I BARGED in. I was quite the little rebel of the town. I walked up to who looked like a well-dressed lady, who instantly smiled at me.

"Oh! Hello, you must be Jen," she said. "I'm Mrs. Oak. My husband is over in the laboratory next door. He's running experiments on some new Pokemon. You should go meet him over there." I nodded and left quickly, going to the next building. It was a great deal bigger than any other building in the town. Last week it was the Déjà vu, this week it's a Pokemon lab. Wow, this town changes fast. I went in and was greeted by a younger looking (not too bad, either) lab assistant in a white lab coat.

"Hello, " he said. "Oh! You're Jen, aren't you? The professor is straight ahead, next to the experimentation machine. He's been expecting you." I'm starting to find this a little creepy. He's really excited to meet me. I walked past a few rows of unexciting Pokemon magazines and books to find the old, creepy guy again. He met me with a smile. I saw my underwear sticking out of his lab coat, too. What a creep.

"Jen! You're here! I'm so glad you could make it. Listen, I have a favor to ask you," he started. "Would you raise a Pokemon for me? I wasn't sure who else to ask….every other kid in this town is gone but you! Would you do it?"

"Yes," I answered. He showed me over to the machine, where three Pokeballs rested neatly inside three perfect holes.

"Choose only one," he said. I picked them up individually, and a voice answered me as each Pokeball was picked up.

"This is Chikquirita," it said. "A grass-type Pokemon. It uses the leaf atop its head to defat foes. Choose this Pokemon?"

"No," I replied, setting it down. I had enough grass just looking outside my window at this god-forsaken town. I picked up the next ball.

"This is Totodile. A water-type Pokemon that-" I threw the ball down. No water, no way. That's another thing that bothered me- no one taught me to swim, so I could never cross any lake. The last Pokeball had a good and right feeling as I picked it up.

"This Pokemon is Cyndaquil," the voice said. "A fire-type Pokemon. It uses the fire on its back to burn enemies to a crisp." That had a ring to it I enjoyed. I smiled and nodded, looking at Oak. He was staring at my ass.

"I want this one, I want Cyndaquil," I told him.

"Would you like to give it a nickname?" he asked. Of course, I hadn't thought of a name for my Pokemon. Some of my friends still called me and told me all about their Pokemon on my phone, and they all had cool names for theirs like 'Typhoon' and 'Firemarxs' and even 'Bob'. But I hadn't thought of one, even in my numb state of being sucked into this town.

"Uh…I'll pick…I'll pick….Sora," I finally answered him. It was my favorite video game, Kingdom Hearts, that I had derived the name from. He was a perfect choice for a perfect name. After all, the gender of my Cyndaquil was male. Oak smiled and I pressed the single white button on the Pokeball. Its size grew to about the size of a baseball, and it opened, a great deal of light emitting from the ball. The pokemon appeard in front of me, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Cynda," it said. I smiled and reached down, hugging it tightly. I screamed as soon as I touched it, though. It burned my arm.

"Ouch!" I said angrily. "What the hell?"

"It's fire type….please be careful," Oak warned just a little too late. "So, take that Pokemon and head to Mr. Pokemon's house. He just found this egg we've been wanting to research. If you would, I would appreciate that."

"Sure, I guess," I answered. He grinned and followed me out of his lab.

"If you need anything, just give me a ring," he said, grabbing my Pokegear right out of my bag. He registered his number and my phone dinged in happiness. My first number besides my Mom's! I felt older already. I walked away, Sora walking happily behind me, for my first read adventure.