"Excuse me?" Professor Gary Oak was in shock. Akira smirked. She had just asked a man who was much above herself in the pokemon world for a rare pokemon. No, she had not asked. She had demanded. "Well, sir, you did say whatever pokemon type I wanted. And I want a rare one." Akira watched Oak regain his composure. "Well, your attitude seems ready for the pokemon world, but your respect, maybe not so much. But I enjoy your truthfulness. I think I have a pokemon for you." Oak, instead of pulling a pokeball from the machine his assistant had brought, he pulled one from his bag. "I was saving this little guy for an great trainer. But I think I've found the perfect home for him, with that great trainer-to-be."

Akira was lead out of the room by Oak's assistant, staring only at her pokeball. It had worked. She had a rare pokemon! One no other kid in school would have at all. She could barley keep her composure as she walked out onto the field. Another one of Oak's assistants, a young girl, maybe about 19, with soft almond hair, told Akira not to open her pokeball until her classmates were all here.

Risa ran up to Akira, her face filled with pure pleasure. "Akira! I'm so excited! I got a fire pokemon, un fuego pokemon!" Marcia was also running up, holding out her pokeball. "I asked professor Oak for the electric pokemon! He was so pleased I knew the other kind. I'm so excited!" Akira nodded and listened to her friends, almost wishing professor Oak had told her the type of pokemon she was given. It was okay though, her pokemon would be unique and amazing.

"Okay, okay!" Professor Oak walked out, both assistants at his sides. "Please ready your pokeballs, and press the button in the center to release to start your new journey." Red Beams shot into the air like fire works, as children yelped in pleasure, as pokemon screeches poured into the daylight. Akira watched her own light fly into the sky and come back down to form a small shape. A small brown fox like creature, with a thick fluffy tail and sand colored mane looked toward Akira with bright eyes. "Whee!"

"Oh...my...gosh." Akira could feel the excitement pouring out of her. "It's an EEVEE!" She screamed, picking up the small pokemon. A smirk ran over her face as the eevee cocked it's head. An eevee was one of the rarest pokemon to find in the wild, and to be given one? Akira was so involved with her own accomplishment, that she forgot about Marcia and Risa. Looking up, she saw Risa fawning over a small fire monkey, with a small flame for a tail and a swirled hairdo, while Marcia squealed over a tiny yellow creature with red cheeks, sharp, black tipped ears, and a slightly curved black tail. "Oh, they got good pokemon too. But not as rare as mine." Akira had a thing for rarities, especially pokemon. She had no interest in the norm, and was committed to be above the rest.

Professor Oak clapped to gain the children's attention. It took a good five minutes because of the excitement levels, but when everyone was calm, and the pokemon returned to their pokeballs, Oak was able to speak. "Now that you have all met your respective partners, I know you'll all be ready to battle, but I'm afraid we cannot allow you do that just yet." Protests left the students', because that's what they wanted to with their pokemon. Not battling was just not an option. "You will all have to wait until tomorrow, so that we can properly evaluate what you know. If we find that any of you have battled between now and then, your pokemon licence will be confiscated and you will have to wait a month to start your journey in the summer."

"What a let down." Akira rolled eevee's pokeball back and forth on her desk. Class had resumed, but the teacher was talking about pokemon status problems. "Cheer up Akira. We'll get to battle tomorrow anyways. Can't you wait?" Marcia had switched seats with the boy that usual sat next to Akira. "Nosotros jugamos manaña."Risa said, keeping her hand clutched on her pokeball. "I suppose. Well, it doesn't matter, because I'm going to battle great anyways." Akira clutched his fists together and smiled brightly. At the same time, the teacher slammed her hand on the desk. "Akira, Risa, Marcia! Keep quiet!"

After school was a mad rush. Children running everywhere like headless chickens, questions other children and showing off their pokemon. The pokemon professor said no battling, but never said anything about showboating. A girl with large blond pig tails was storming around the front of the school, with her newly acquired chikorita. "Isn't she simply fabulous! It makes sense that Professor Oak would give me such a fabulous pokemon." Her name was Tanya, and her father owned a large corporation in Pallet City. So, simply, the girl got whatever she wanted. "Tanya is so obnoxious. If we could battle I'd put her in her place." Akira sneered. "What was that tomboy?" Tanya laughed as she walked up to Marcia, Risa and Akira. "You heard me princess. I can beat your but any day of the week, because your daddy cant buy you a win!" The group of students "oh"ed in prospect. "Hmpf! We'll settle this tomorrow commoner!" Tanya backed off, with her little group of elementary cronies following her.

"Akira! ¡Por favor! Don't be so mad!" Risa quelled. Akira was in an angry huff. That pampered princess beat her? How hilarious! "I know I shouldn't be mad, but she hasn't done a single thing is life herself! And now I'm gonna stomp her to the ground!" Marcia and Risa rolled their eyes. "Okay," Marcia said, her hands planted on her hips. "We'll see you tomorrow at school Akira." And they parted ways to their homes.

Akira was kicking rocks as she headed toward her house. Eevee was still inside of his pokeball, and feeling like she needed someone who wouldn't try to contradict her, released the tiny pokemon. "Whee? Wee!" Eevee cooed happily as it latched on to Akira's shoulder. "Huh? That's a pretty weird thing for an eevee to do. But I suppose your one of a kinda, and I like it that way." Akira patted the little fox-like pokemon. After a few minutes of walking, Akira stopped because she heard noises. Someone was close by, and it worried her. "Come one out! I have a pokemon so I'm not afraid of you!" She couldn't battle yet, but that person didn't need to know that. "Calm down kid! I wasn't gonna do anything to you." A man about the age of professor Oak walked out from the shadows. "I was getting some pokemon food." He said, lifted two mart bags. Akira frowned. She was relived that the man wasn't going to hurt her, but she really wanted to battle.

"I can see you're a new trainer right?" The man had raven hair and dark eyes, but it was hard to see his face. "Um, yeah." Akira blushed. Was it really that apparent that she was a beginner? "Let me give you something." He said, as he pulled a small red bandana from his pocket. "I can see the love of pokemon in your eyes, so this is for you." he handed her the bandana, but Akira merely stared. "Wow. A hanky. Thanks old man." Akira said sarcastically, as eevee sniffed the material. The man sweated. "Um, well actually it's not a hanky. It's a bandana that belong to a former pokemon master." Akira pulled the bandana in front of her. "Really? That's amazing. But why me? There are, like, fifty other kids who got new pokemon today." The smile smiled, while Akira gave him a quizzical look. "Something in you just reminds me of myself. I don't know. But please take care. Maybe I'll see you, maybe I won't." And the man was gone.

Akira sat a the dinner table eyeing the bandana. She had changed into a light blue skirt and a purple sweater when she arrived home. Eevee was sitting on the floor with Akira's baby sister, Holly. Every time eevee flipped or rolled, Holly would squeal in delight. "Akira, you new pokemon is adorable. I think it's just perfect for you." He mother smiled, as she placed dinner on the table. "Where's dad?" Akira inquired, as her mother picked up Holly and placed her in the baby seat. "In Cianwood in Johto. He left yesterday." Mrs. Rahcek rolled her eyes, as Akira laughed nervously. She fiddled with the bandana, and her mother caught sight of it. "How lovely. Where did you get that ribbon?" She asked, pulling it from her child's hand. "Erm..Risa?" Akira quickly replied, as Mrs. Rahcek examined it. She pulled Akira's ponytail up and tied it up, but the blow was leaning to one side. Mrs. Rahcek smiled and said, "Hm, looks good, right Holly?" the baby squealed in happiness, but for any apparent reason. The mirror across the table let Akira see the bow. Wearing a pokemon master's bandana. She felt like winner for sure.

To Be Continued

Author's note

Hey people! Thanks for getting to the second chapter. Hopefully you found this story is well written or Ap English may have been a waste ( I defiantly aced the test today!). If you need some clarification for this chapter and why the kids can't battle, it's this simple. Does a kid know how to work a new toy properly with out instruction right away? I think not. The same ideal must apply to pokemon, and just because they got a pokemon doesn't mean they understand how to use it, or it's consequence. Besides, I'm trying not to make these chapters a million pages long. Cliff hangers are more fun anyways.