Well, I got two respnoses for OCs so I decided to go ahead and post the first actual chapter of this epic tale.

Thanks to:

Kiyomaro-kun - Yes, Ash is going to have the same Pokemon through each season.


Chapter One

Pokémon – I Choose You! Part One


The rustling of clothing was evident as a fourteen year old raven haired boy – a boy by the name of Ash Ketchum – threw his clothing around his room. He was looking for something – something that his best friend, Calyne Fletcher, had given to him on his thirteenth birthday.

It meant everything to him. That present meant more to him than his beloved Indigo League based baseball cap.

The raven haired boy let out a yelp of surprise as a small shiny piece of metal fell from a pile of clothing. It was a pair of dog tags, delicate yet masculine. On one piece of metal were the words 'never give up' and on the other was a picture of a pokeball. He could still remember the best birthday he had ever had.

"Ash!" the raven haired boy turned around, instantly worried for his friend's sake.

"Whoa, Cal! You're not supposed to be running, remember?" he exclaimed as his friend ran to his side. She leaned over, huffing for a moment, before straightening up and smiling at him.

"Relax, I'm fine. Kouken can sense my attacks and he has my medicine if anything should happen. Right, Kou?" she questioned to the shiny Growlithe. He barked in confirmation, nodding his head as he sat diligently by his Mistress' side.

"Well…still." He said, being the overprotective friend that he was. He led her over to a bench and had her sit down and the two of them, plus the unusual Growlithe, enjoyed the weather.

"Oh!" Calyne gasped, suddenly remembering something, "That reminds me. Happy Birthday, Ash!" she smiled, digging something out of her pants pocket. She turned to him and handed him a roughly wrapped gift.

"You didn't have to get me anything…" the boy said with a blush.

"But I did!" the fiery haired girl protested, "It's your birthday! Besides, I never have enough money to get you things and so I saved for this the entire year." She said with a smile. "I hope you like it."

The raven haired boy's blush deepened as he opened the box. As the sparkling metal was revealed, he gasped, looking up at the now blushing red headed girl. Her stormy grey eyes were sparkling as she smiled at him.

"So…do you like it?" she questioned as he took the dog tags out of the box. He grinned and enveloped her in a one armed hug.

"Of course I do. It's from you, isn't it?"

He slipped the tags around his neck and tucked them underneath his shirt. He was leaving tomorrow, his fourteenth birthday, and Calyne…she was staying here. It left a hole in his chest where his heart would be, but there was no getting around it. Calyne's mother was a witch of a person. Because of her condition, she treated Calyne like less than dirt and her father was extremely overprotective. There was no way that she was able to escape their clutches.

It was why he had gotten her a present, with the help of his mother, and he was going to go give it to her today. They were meeting at their bench for the last time until he was going to return.

He grabbed the present and ran out of the house after calling out to his mother. His heart was pounding – would she be there?

A small smile made his lips twitch as he saw that she was there, her faithful Growlithe at her side. She was rubbing her chest with one hand and Kouken's fur with the other. He automatically sped up and ran to her out of instinct. It had scared the literal shit out of him the first time he had experienced one of her attacks. He needed to make sure she was ok.

"Cal!" he exclaimed, almost forgetting about his present as he approached her. He kneeled down in front of her and watched as she slowly stopped rubbing her chest.

"Hey, Ash." She smiled, ignoring the concerned look on her best friend's face.

"How bad was your attack?" he questioned, eyebrows creasing in concern.

"Not bad. Just a mild discomfort." She said with a wave of her hand. The boy looked down at the Growlithe and the puppy Pokémon nodded his head.

"Well…if you're sure…but I have a surprise for you." He said, getting up to sit beside his best friend on the couch.

"Really? What is it?" she questioned as he handed her the box. It wasn't wrapped, but the box was plain enough to keep her guessing. She rattled it a little bit causing Ash to laugh before she finally opened the box. She lifted out a small necklace, a choker, made of leather with a small rounded piece of metal in the center. A small Growlithe was etched on the metal.

"Ash…" she whispered, tears forming in her eyes.

"I…ah…wanted to give you something to remember me by…" he said, looking down. "I'm leaving tomorrow to get my first Pokémon from Professor Oak, remember."

"Oh…that's right. Tomorrow is your birthday – happy early birthday. I'm sorry I wasn't able to get you anything this year." She said, smiling sadly. "Don't worry about me, Ash. Just live out your dream."

"I will, but only if you promise never to forget me." he said, giving her a one armed hug. The two sat like that with Kouken by Calyne's feet until it became dark. Then, the fiery haired girl was forced to head home. Ash headed home as well and flipped on the television. A Pokémon battle was on. Someone's Gengar was battling someone's Nidorino.

"And Nidorino begins the battle with a Horn Attack!" the announcer exclaimed through the television. Ash couldn't sleep so he decided to watch the battle. "Oh, but Gengar bounces right back! And there it is – the Hypnosis power of Gengar!" the announcer cried again as the shadowy Pokémon used its Hypnosis technique on the Nidorino.

"This could be the end of Nidorino. Wait! The trainer recalls Nidorino! Which Pokémon will he use now?" the announcer gasped out as the burly trainer threw out a green pokeball. A bright light filled the arena as a snake-like Pokémon made of rocks formed. "Oh! It's Onyx! Now this giant Pokémon is on the attack!"

Onyx roared at the Gengar and used a tackle attack. Gengar, however, jumped aside.

"Oh, but Gengar jumps aside. Gengar is moving beautifully today…"

Ash turned from the television, spotting the green fingerless gloves his mother had gotten for his birthday. He put them on, pretending to be a super famous trainer…and that he had come back to impress Calyne.

"Yes. I am Ash." He said in a mature voice, looking around his room. Said room was covered in Pokémon memorabilia. His comforter is covered with pokeballs and there was a Snorlax stuffed animal plus a Voltorb figurine on his nightstand. A Poliwag pencil sharpener and, among other things, there was a Clefairy figurine. Last, but not least, there was a Zubat hanging figure. There were also normal things around his room: a calendar, a boom box, and several books.

Ash bent down to tie his shoes. They were white with a black streak on the side. There was a red circle above the streak and the shoes had white laces.

"I will journey to gain the wisdom of Pokémon training and I hereby declare to the Pokemon of the world…I will become a Pokémon Master!" he took the Voltorb figure and reared back his arm, getting ready to pretend to throw the ball like it was a Pokeball.

"Pokémon Master! That is what I'll…" he hit a pose, but the raven haired boy was interrupted by the voice of his mother, Delia Ketchum. She was a pretty woman with dark red-brown hair.

"Ash! Get to bed!"

Ash tripped in surprise, losing his grip on the Voltorb figurine. He flailed his arms, trying to catch the figure, but it was a lucky catch his mom made. She caught the figurine without any effort at all. The figure popped open, revealing itself to be a clock as a Pidgy popped out. The Voltorb clock said that it was eleven at night.

"It is eleven o'clock and you, young man, should be asleep!" her son was leaning over his Snorlax stuffed animal and was giving her a pouty face. Even at fourteen the boy could still pull it off.

"But tomorrow I begin my Pokémon journey. I can't sleep…plus I feel bad for leaving Calyne behind. I know she wanted to be the world's best Pokemon Medic, but her parents won't let her leave Pallet Town." The raven haired boy looked down in disappointment.

Ash's mom sighed, feeling bad for her son.

"Well, if you can't sleep, you should at least get ready for tomorrow." She walked to the television and turned the channel. "Here, watch this." The television turned to a channel where Professor Oak, the resident Pokémon Professor, was teaching about Pokémon.

"Good evening, Pallet." The grey haired Professor greeted, "Tomorrow's the big day for the newest class of Pokémon students. I'd like to introduce you to…" he put up a picture of a small green dinosaur pokemon, "Bulbasaur," then he switched it with a small red fire breathing pokemon, "Charmander," and finally he showed a picture of a small blue turtle, "and Squirtle. Each one is available for new trainees. Which one shall you choose?"

"Go to bed when this is done." Ash's mom demanded.

"Alright, I'm going." The raven haired boy sighed as his mother looked at him.

"And change into your pajamas, okay?" Delia questioned her son before glancing around the room one last time. After she did so she closed the door.

"I'm going…" Ash muttered as he changed into his night clothes. Mere minutes after Professor Oak's program was over, he was fast asleep in his bed. His pajamas consisted of a green and yellow shirt and some Comfortable pants. Ash slept on his back and his dream consisted of Pokémon.

"Raising…Bulbasaur…that'd be really simple…its perfect...for beginners…" he mumbled in his sleep. He dreamed about throwing a Bulbasaur from a pokeball.

"Then there's Squirtle…" and he dreamed about throwing a Squirtle.

"Choose it or lose it…"

And instead of dreaming about the third Pokemon, Charmander, his dreams consisted of a certain fiery haired girl…and her sad face when she remembered that he was leaving the next day.