Summary: Alexandra is a brand new trainer, but she different compared to others. Unlike them, Alex doesn't want anything to do with Pokemon. But what will happen when she meets a couple people that brings out a spirit for Pokemon in her on the beginning of her journey?

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Ch. 1: The Beginning of an Adventure

I look at my alarm clock, willing the hands to move back. Back to the previous day or even farther than that.

Today was the start of my Pokemon journey and I wasn't looking forward to it.

I mean, if I had a choice, I'd stay in my room and away from the outside world where many Pokemon live. But, unfortunately, my father and mother expect too much out of me, so now I must go get my first Pokemon today.

Pokemon. I actually happen to despise them. They have the ability to fight, yet they're so dependable. Well, that's only towards trained Pokemon. I like the wild ones more than the trained ones. They can be independent and fight when in danger.

So, this was why I didn't want to become a trainer. I hated trained Pokemon and I'd just be a hypocrite if I were to go out on so useless journey with Pokemon I'd be training. But, I'd hate to disappoint my parents. My older brother, Ian, was a champion in Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, and Sinnoh. Because of his accomplishments, my parents suspect the same from me.

Ian understands my hate of trained Pokemon and tries to keep them away from me. Just the sight of them makes me go ballistic sometimes.

So now, all I can do is hope the time would go back or stay still.

"Alexandra!" calls a voice from the lower level of my house. "If you don't hurry, you won't get any good Pokemon!"

I roll my eyes. That's exactly what I wanted. Actually, I was hoping they wouldn't have any left by the time I get there. Nevertheless, I reply, "Alright, mom!"

Getting out of bed, I spot a set of clothes my mother must have set out for me. I take a couple seconds to look at them and then put them on. Once I had the assembled outfit on, I looked into the mirror that hung beside my closet. The reflection showed a girl with her brown hair down and curly, an orange snowcap placed on top of the curls, white t-shirt with a light orange snow vest, a blue jean miniskirt with frayed edges, and furry white boots.

To be honest, I didn't think it looked half-bad, but I didn't understand why my mother kept with the winter theme. Shrugging, I grab the orange and white backpack that had been sitting beside the clothes and headed out.

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I enter the kitchen, where my mother, whom takes a quick glance at the outfit and smiles, attacks me. "I knew it'd look good on you." She then wraps her arms around me and squeezes tightly. "I can't believe it's time for you to go on your journey. I know you'll love it."

"M-mom," I choke out, patting her back lightly. "I can't breathe."

"Whoops," she laughs, pulling back. "Sorry." She turns around and grabs a plate. "Hurry up and eat! I want you to go get the best Pokemon you can get!"

"Sure," I reply, putting on a fake smile. Quickly, I eat my breakfast and take my leave. According to my mother, I was supposed to be heading to Professor Rowan's lab.

Just thinking of the guy's name creeps me out. I may have never met him before, but I bet he's some crazy pedophile that trains those Pokemon to rape the new trainers or something.

Did I forget to mention? I can have a crazy imagination sometimes.

But anyways, if I was going to be stuck with a Pokemon, I might just keep it in the Pokemon ball, especially since it's going to be from pedophile guy apparently.

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I arrive at the lab and notice some little boy that looked lost. It appeared he might have been crying as well. I walk over to him and ask, "What's wrong?"

He looks up with watery eyes, sniffling out, "My Bidoof and I were walking when suddenly this guy with a Luxray attacked us. Bidoof and I ran, but we got separated. Now, I'm alone and my Bidoof is gone!" The tears were now streaming from his eyes a mile a minute. I was afraid he might just fall down, his whole being broken.

This was another reason I hated trained Pokemon. You have the chance to train them to be good or evil. This has caused people to train theirs to be bad and now we have criminal organizations like Team Rocket in Kanto and Johto that steal Pokemon for their own personal gain. Idiots.

"I can help you look for your Bidoof and then get you back to your home," I offer, unable to be unsympathetic towards the small child.

"You really would? Thank you, miss." The child bows and then introduces himself. "I'm Eli."

"It's nice to meet you, Eli. I'm Alexandra, but you can call me Alex." I glance around and back at Eli. "Where do you think your Bidoof went?" I ask.

"I think we got separated near the road to the beach. I was going to go back there, but I don't know the way."

"It's alright," I say, patting his mess of blonde locks on his head. "I know the way. Come on."

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With that, we set off to the beach. The journey there was silent, but also comfortable. It's weird, but it's as if I've known this kid since forever. He felt like a little brother to me.

When we reached the beach, we spotted a man with a Luxray standing over a very weak-looking Bidoof. "Scum. The weak don't deserve to be in this world only the strong," the man announces with a laugh, his Luxray replying with, "Lux! Luxray!"

"Oi!" I yell, grabbing the man and his Luxray's attention. "What do you think you're doing to that Bidoof?"

"What does it look like, you little girl?" He smirks.

"Looks like torture to me. Don't you have something better to do than doing something like that to defenseless Pokemon?"

The man is silent for a couple seconds until he replies with a simple shake of the head.

Scowling, I begin walking over to the Bidoof. Before I can even touch it, the Luxray moves in-between us, a glare on its face, trying to scare me.

"You don't scare me," I reply in a monotone, going around the Luxray and picking up the Bidoof. I honestly pitied the Pokemon. There were cuts and bruises all over its body and its breathing was ragged.

As I'm heading back over to Eli, I suddenly feel something tackle me behind, sending me flying into the air. I held the Bidoof tightly; making sure it wouldn't fall out of my hands. I landed on the ground right beside Eli.

"Alex! Are you okay?" Eli asked, his tone worried.

I nod, unable to speak due to the pain all over my body. I hand him his Bidoof and silently ask him to leave. He nods and runs off.

"Aw. So sweet." I sit up a little to see that the man had spoken. "You had him leave so he wouldn't get hurt. Are you siblings or something?"

"Is it any of your business?" I spit out to the side and then wipe the side of my mouth.

"Why not have a Pokemon battle?" he asks in a snaky tone, ignoring my question.

"Sorry, but I have no Pokemon. So, no." I stand up and turn to look at the man. "Ciao." Waving my hand, I leave the beach and find Eli at the end of the road, back in town. I kneel down beside him and look over his Bidoof. "I think we should go take it to the Pokemon Center."

He sniffles, "Yeah." We turn and begin to head for our destination. Once we're there, we enter and see Nurse Joy.

Since I've been little, I'd always try avoiding the pink-haired woman. I mean, she freaking healed those trained Pokemon. How could I stand even meeting her or something?

Nurse Joy hurries over once she sees the injured Bidoof. "What happened?"

"Some man with a Luxray attacked me and Bidoof," Eli says, tears still overflowing from his eyes.

"Oh my, that seems to be happening quite often lately." She places her hand to her cheek, looking almost exhausted.

In my mind, all I could think is that if this has been happening a lot, then why hasn't anybody caught this guy? Are the police too busy with eating donuts? Or perhaps they're too busy lusting over the pretty women that pass through this town. Now, I can't say the same for Officer Jenny, but maybe she isn't actually the best in what she does. I'd suggest she quit, get a job at Burger King, serve hamburgers to random people, flirt with customers, and all that crap that makes a normal person.

Nurse Joy takes the Bidoof out of Eli's hands. "I better hurry and begin treating it. Please, stay out here." With that, she took her leave to a treatment room.

"Come on, Eli. Let's go sit." I take the boy's small hand into mine and lead him to the chairs so we can sit down.

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I guess we were there for a couple hours until Nurse Joy came back with a smile on her face. "Your Bidoof will be fine. A couple cuts and scrapes. Nothing to worry about."

Eli jumps out of his seat and hugs Nurse Joy. "Thank you for healing my Bidoof!" He then looks over at me and then runs over to my standing form, tackling me into a hug. "Thank you too, Alex."

"You're welcome," I reply, rubbing the top of his head and smiling slightly. This kid was certainly growing on me.

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Once I dropped Eli at his house, I headed back Professor Rowan's lab, which happened to not be that far from Eli's house. I knock on the door and it opens to reveal a frazzled-looking assistant.

"Um, hello. I'm looking for Professor Rowan. I'm here to get my first Pokemon," I say, even though just saying it was a bad taste in my mouth.

"Oh! Come on in and I'll go get the professor." The assistant ushers me in and then goes to get the suspected-pedophile.

I look around and see many machines. What did they do to Pokemon? Another reason I hated trained Pokemon. If you were to test on them, they'd be more cooperative than wild ones.

"You must be Alexandra. I've heard much from both your parents and your brother," says a gruff voice behind me. I turn and see actually what I imagined, a creepy pedophile.

I mentally wince and reply, "Yes, and you must be Professor Rowan."

He nods and then continues, "I assume you'd like to get your first Pokemon, now?"

"Yes." No.

"Well, please follow me." Reluctantly, I did. "Unfortunately, the previous beginning trainers that have come took the last I had of Piplups, Chimchars, and Turtwigs. But, I do have this final Pokemon I can give you." We enter a room and the professor picks up a Pokemon ball that was just sitting on a table. "Here you go. The only warning I can give you is that it has got a temper."

I take the ball and throw it, letting out the Pokemon. Inside, was a Shinx.

The Shinx was, of course, blue with a yellow star at the end of its black tail. However, instead of the happy and free expressions on wild Shinx I've seen before, this one seemed to permanently have a glare on its face. Once it saw the pedophile, it seemed to go right into attack-mode. Inside, I was almost giddy. This Shinx didn't like the creepy guy either!

Before the Shinx tackled the professor, it noticed me and seemed to feel a connection with me also. The glare faltered just a bit to reveal a smirk. I smirk too. We haven't even been introduced ourselves and our minds were connected in some weird way.

It turns back to look at the professor after I mentally told the strategy, proceeding to go in for a tackle and then biting the pedo's leg.

"Eep!" he screamed out, kneeling down and holding his leg where Shinx bit. As he is holding his leg, the Shinx runs over to me, jumps into my arms, and gets comfortable.

I lean down to its ear and whisper, "You may not be a wild animal, but I love you already." The Shinx just looks up at me, that same smirk on its face.

"As you can see, it can be very bad-tempered. So, you may have a tou-" he cuts off when he sees how Shinx is with me. "I guess I don't have to worry about you two having problems." Standing up, he grabs something off another table. He walks over, staying back when Shinx growled, and holds out five Pokemon balls in one hand and an orange Pokedex in the other. "This here is five empty Pokemon balls you can use to capture wild Pokemon and a Pokedex so you can record the data of all the Pokemon you end up seeing on your journey."

I take the items he held out and say, "Thanks." Not. I don't want to capture more Pokemon. Pokemon belong in the wild and I'm fine with just Shinx. We'll just work harder than a person will with six Pokemon in their team.

With that, my new Shinx and I left the lab to begin our journey.

Dolphinherovamp5 wrote chapters one and two. She put the story on adoption and I decided to continue it. I might accept OC's for this story; it depends on a lot of things. Disclaimer: If I owned Pokémon; I'd be stinkin', filthy rich. Am I? No.