First chapter! Hope you like! It's longer then the prologue, yayz! I hope you guys have a few laughs or something like that! Warning, for there is some swearing in this chapter (and there will be in the later chapters as well).

Silky soft pillow fabric scraped up against my cheek, soft as feathers. My hair lay splayed across my face, the new morning sun warming my cheeks as I kicked my feet out from underneath my blankets, already starting to feel overheated in the new summer warmth.

And then… my eyes popped open.

I was in my own bed… what the hell?

The last thing I remembered was watching N rushing off into the distance, balanced precariously aboard Zekroms back while Reshiram, or Reshy, as I'd nicknamed the female legendary, peered over my shoulder, her pleasantly warm fur the only thing keeping me from bursting into hysterics, my best friend Cheren yelling at me from behind.

I sat up in bed, my loose hair falling around my shoulders in uncontrolled tangles, blue eyes automatically filling up with tears. For a long moment, I just sat there, clutching my blankets to my chest and choking on sobs that insisted on trying to bubble up to the surface.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it! W-why am I crying over him? He's e-evil!" I knew it wasn't true, though. N was, or had been, the most pure and innocent person I'd ever known, even if he had had a lack of social skills.

Blinking repeatedly and I stumbled upwards and out of bed, tripping over my mat, the extra large shirt for men that I had on tangling around my thighs. Even fighting tears and despair, I was still bleary eyed from sleep, and I bumped into my table beside my bed, promptly sending my computer crashing onto the chair.

"Holy shit!" Reaching forward, I righted the machine, ignoring the crack that had magically just grown larger. You'd think that after being on a journey through the Unova region for three months I would have become a little less of a klutz, or at least matured a little, but being back in my room, I felt just like I had before, nothing more than a clumsy, dirty mouthed teenager.

Well, I was only sixteen.

"WHITE!"

I jerked wildly, falling backwards on my butt and onto my bed as my mom's voice ricocheted up the stairs. Mom never yelled, it was unheard of! She was supposed to be gentle, and caring, and slightly mean when she got angry, not lo-

"WHITE! HOLY SHIT, GET DOWN HERE NOW!"

Oh, she wasn't angry! That was just panic!

Wait.

Panic?

I bolted down the stairs as quickly as my bare feet could carry me, stumbling on the bottom step and catching myself on the television, causing it to tip precariously and lean up against the wall. Oops! Anyway, there was a bigger problem to deal with.

I suddenly had two moms!

I blinked wildly, staring with moon wide eyes at the two women in front of them. One of them was pointing at the other, pressed up against the wall, apron in disarray and hair frizzing up with static. She'd probably fallen over a chair and wacked her head on the floor or something. I quickly distinguished this brown haired woman as my real mom.

And spat out the first thing that came to mind, "You have a twin sister?"

Both woman sweat dropped, before the one that didn't look like she was about to vomit from panic twirled in a circle… and suddenly was a man! A very creepy looking man, in a trench coat, black hair slicked back by… grease. Ew.

"Haha! I am not your mothers twin sister, miss! No, I am nothing more than Looker, part of the International Po-"

"Go! Eva! Beat the daylights out of this pervert! Hydro pump!"

With a burst of red light, I yanked a pokeball out of nowhere and out popped my starter pokemon, now a Samurott. The pokemon took one look at Looker, opened her mouth wide and started gurgling water in the back of her throat. This guy wouldn't know what hit him! Eva was just ready to shoot off the blast of water when Looker squeaked and jumped underneath the table.

Lookers voice had raised up a few octaves, "W-wait! No need to jump to rash conclusions! I am no pervert! I'm part of the International Police! I'm here to discuss Team Plasma! Please don't kill me!"

Eva glanced over her shoulder to look at me, and I chuckled in embarrassment, before saying, "Okay, Eva, hold fire! We'll give him a chance to explain!"

Looking disgruntled, Eva swallowed the water again, before loping over to my side, where she slid down to the ground and rested against my leg, almost causing me to fall over. Eva had gained some weight since she was just a little Oshawott!

Looker scrambled out from underneath the table, reaching down to dust off the knees of his pants before setting his hands on his hips, probably trying to look composed, though his skinny little knees were still knocking together. I would have laughed, but Looker started to talk.

"As I've already mentioned, I am Looker, and I was sent here to try and locate the seven sages, which have yet to be captured! I've come here to ask of your assistance, Miss Touk- Ah…" Looker paused, glancing between me and my mom, "You, White! It would truly please me if you would assist me in tracking down the six sages, not counting Ghetsis, of course!"

For a second, I just stared at him. I'd only ever gotten passing glances of the Sages, except for when they'd tried to attack me before confronting N, "So… you're saying… that after single handedly taking down Team Plasma and not even getting a full day of rest, you expect me to help you hunt down six old men that probably couldn't do any damage if they tried to?"

An uncomfortable look passed over Lookers face, and a moment of silence ensued before he said, "Well… yes… I guess if you want to put it that wa-"

"This is great! I'd get so bored just hanging around home! I'd love to help hunt these old dudes down! When do I start?"

Both my mother and Looker gaped and me, but I only grinned at them. I needed something to do, anything, to keep my mind off of him, and this seemed like to perfect opportunity. All my time would be taken up hunting down these guys. I'd probably not even get a chance to think about my next meal while battling off murderous Team Plasma members trying to protect their precious sages!

Finally, Looker snapped out of his gaping, frozen state, stumbling over his words, "R-right now, of c-course! I have reason to b-believe that the Sages have scattered over the routes all through Unova! It'll only be a matter of looking in places you've never looked before… to help you out, I'd like to present you with this… SUPER COOL POWERFUL EXCELLENT ROD!"

Out of nowhere, Looker whipped out a fishing rod, slamming the tip into a vase and sending it smashing to the floor. Glass scattered everywhere and the whole room froze, Looker flushing a deep, cheri berry red, still holding the Super Rod outwards, the tip wobbling just in front of my mother's eye, her back pressed up against the wall.

"Ah… I think I'll take that," I stepped forward, pulling the Super Rod from Looker's grasp and carefully pointing it at the ground. It was heavy, and I leaned to one side to support its weight. How was I, a little weakling, supposed to handle something so long and bulky?

As my mother scampered off to go and find the broom and dust pan, I hefted up the Super Rod, raising a quizzical eye at Looker, "Ah… so what's the point of you giving this to me?"

"Absolutely nothing!"

At exactly the same time, both my mother and I went, "Wah?"

Looker, however, didn't give any other explanation, just turning towards the door, "Now, I will make my escape! I will continue to be on the lookout for the Sages! Good bye! Farewell!" Without another word, Looker sped out the door, letting it slam behind him.

For a long moment, my mom and I just stared after him, before in a confused voice, I said, "Ah… I'm gonna go get… changed… Come on, Eva!"

Turning, I slipped up the stairs, hefting the huge fishing rod after me.

Dressed in my traditional outfit, a white tank top, black vest, a pair of jagged shorts and brown boots, topped off with my pink hat and wild, fluffy hair pulled back into a huge ponytail, I was ready to head out and chase down those sages!

Or… something like that.

On top of me head, Tipsy, my Emolga, was resting there, being careful not to accidently shock me. Not that it hadn't happened before… multiple times, but only when the electric pokemon was really pissed off or tired!

Standing in front of the window, I tried to consider my next move, "So, Tipsy, where do you suspect these Sages would be hiding away at? I mean, that creepy Looker dude didn't give me any instructions…"

After listening to about five minutes of Tipsy rambling what sounded like gibberish, I gave a nod, grinning, "You're right! No point in me just hanging around here until they come to me! I'll head out into the routes and look in all the different places I've never been to before! We all know I slacked in some places and just sped on by some secretive and dark looking places!"

Of course… I'd had a good reason. Those kind of places just… creeped me out.

Turning, I sped down the stairs, this time not tumbling off the bottom steps. My mother had collapsed on the couch, one hand flung across her eyes, her apron still twisted to the side and her hair nothing but a brown fuzz now. Stress seemed to crackle off her, but I didn't even say a word as I rushed across the room, yanked open the door, ran outside…

And promptly ran straight into Cheren.

We both gave an 'OOF!', and I fell backwards onto my butt in the dust, Emolga giving a startled cry and burst up into the air, Cheren just stumbling backwards slightly, eyebrows furrowed.

I popped back up onto my feet, hands on my hips, Emolga circling in the air above my head, "What were you doing, Cheren? Is it becoming a hobby of yours to just stand right in front of my ho-"

"WHITE!"

Ugh, not another person screaming my name! I didn't even get a minute to brace myself before Bianca slammed into me with a fully powered Body slam, sending us both tumbling to the right, since I was always off balanced, it seemed. This was like, the fifth time today that I'd fallen over!

Crossing my legs, I pouted at my two friends, Bianca having scrambled to her feet and started to dust off her skirt very vigorously, "Oh no! I'm going to be so dusty no-."

In my most whiney, high pitched voice, I said, "Holy shit, do you guys know how many times I've fallen down today?"

Cheren blinked at me, before crossing his arms in front of him, "White, you are simply the most clumsy person I kn-."

"Cheren! I didn't even see you there!" Bianca really was the most dense person I knew, but now that she did know that Cheren was there, she flung herself on him, gluing her mouth to his and starting up a making out session that I knew could last for hours.

"Blegh! Stop that right now!" Pushing to my feet, I stuck my hands between my two friends bodies, trying to pry them apart, but they refused to budge, only making sick sucking noises as Cheren stuck his tongue down my best friends throat. I sweat dropped, before turning away and started to walk away.

"Okay than, you two have fun making out in front of my house, where my mom lives, where Bianca's dad set up a camera last year, and where Professor Juniper commonly goes for walks by! I'm just gonna head out and hunt down some old, balding men in sweaty robes! Have fun sucking face!"

They didn't even glance up once as I walked into Route 1. Great friends they were. They probably wouldn't even notice when I didn't return home in the next two weeks.

Ffft. What do you guys think of my attempts at humor? xD I suck at it, eh? It seems I'm doomed to write morbid, depressing or serious books for the rest of my life. Well, this ones gonna be serious enough, just not… White's personality. If she seems out of character to you, sorry, but this is how I picture her. Well, actually, I picture her two ways. There's my way, /waves at book/ then there's the way that other people are good at writing! A sweet, kind, soft, snuggly.

Okay, I'll admit it. I can write that to. It's just more amusing to write her this way ^^;

Anyway, again. Sorry if White's crazy personality flips give you whiplash! Have fun xD