10 years later…

Hundreds of Pokémon all gather in an open area. They were shopping from the local stands. They either sold fruit, materials for equipment, or random stuff. They happily enjoyed the sunny day that radiated down from the sky. Sadly, that was going to end in a few seconds.

A Hitmonchan walked up to a vegetable stand ran by a Beartic. "Hey Steve, what you got in stock for today?"

"Oh, I got these fresh cabbages just today." Steve showed off three fresh looking cabbages to him.

"Wow, those look good. How much?" He asked as he pulled out his wallet.

"Three will cost about 15 poke."

"Okay, here." He offered out the money, but recoiled back when a red and blue blur flew right by them and swiped the cabbages. Left on the stand was 15 poke spinning around from the speed of how they were dropped. The two Pokémon watched them spin in surprise until they finally fell over. "Um…what was that?"

Steve growled. "I know what it was." He leaned over his stand and shouted at the direction of the blur. "Diego Sliverfang, get back here with those cabbage!"

Riding down the pathway on a skateboard was a fifteen year old Charmeleon. He wore a pale blue hoodie and dark blue jeans. The bottom of his skateboard had a unique design. It had a black background with green flames taking up most of it. The center of it was the ace of spades, the spade being made of dark red fire. Currently on his back was a backpack with some fruits and vegetables, including the cabbage.

He stopped his skateboard and smirked at Steve's direction. He shouted, "I don't see why you're acting so snappish? I left the right amount of money."

"I told you a thousand times not to skateboard off my stand." The Beartic shouted angrily.

Diego rolled his eyes. "I'll try to remember that better next time." He said sarcastically. He was about to ride off, but a Meganium stopped him in his tracks. He looked down on him angrily. "Constable Maxwell, how are you doing today?" Diego said in a devious friendly way.

The Constable sighed. "Mr. Sliverfang, this is your…um, another one of your multiple offenses. I demand that you stop immediately!"

"What exactly are you gonna do, throw me in jail for picking up groceries?" Diego laughed in amusement.

"I'm being serious!" He shouted. "I'm getting multiple complaints about you and your friend's insane stunts. I may not have the proper authority to arrest you for it, but this has got to stop."

"Look, Chase and I have a competition tomorrow and we need to eat. I would appreciate it if we can just drop this little lecture and allow me to go home."

Maxwell looked around the area. "Where is that Pikachu anyway?"

"Picking up some meat." On cue, multiple angry voices can be heard yelling at something on the opposite side of the stands. "Oh, there he is." Using the small distraction to his advantage, he kicked off the ground and rode past Maxwell.

He turned around and shouted, "Get back here now!"

Diego droned out the shouts and pulled out his walkie-talkie. "Yo Chase, how's the shopping going?"

On the opposite side of where Diego was, a thirteen year old Pikachu was riding down on the stands, collecting the food he needed. All he was wearing was a black vest that was unzipped. The bottom of his skateboard was two lightning bolts clashing into each other diagonally with a gray tornado behind it. This wasn't the same Chase from ten years ago, however. Instead of being overly worried, he was more energetic and carefree about everything around him.

He took out his walkie-talkie and replied, "Going great, I got some meat and bread. I also took a quick detour to get some milk and eggs."

"Sweet as usual. Well, I got Maxwell tagging me again." He looked right behind him and saw the Constable chasing after him. "Ready to help ditch him?"

Chase smiled deviously. "You don't even have to ask me twice." He puts the walkie-talkie away and pulls a coiled rope out of his vest.

They both reached the end of the stands and met up with each other. Chase tossed one end of the rope to Diego. They slowed down a bit to let Maxwell catch up. Then, once he was close, they stopped immediately. Maxwell didn't have enough time to stop and ran into the rope. He tripped over it and rolled down the small incline they were on. "You stuuuuuuuuupid kiiiiiiiiiiiids!" He yelled as he rolled away from sight.

Chase had his ear out as the man yelled. "Aww, he does care." He said happily.

Diego chuckled and looked at the products he got. He scrunched up and pulled something out. "I think I wasn't looking where I was going."

"What do you mean?"

He held up a baby bottle with baby formula in it. "I snatched this by mistake." He shrugged and tossed it away. "Anyway, should we start heading home?"

Chase looked over his groceries and smiled. "Yep, we can go." They both nodded to each other and rode down the path, taking an alternate route so they didn't have to deal with the hot-headed Constable.

XXX

Diego and Chase laughed as they walked down the sidewalk. Their skateboards were strapped to their backs along with the groceries. They were both joking around and talking about the day they had.

"…then, the gasoline tank exploded underwater. Then when the fire department came, the choir started to sing that repetitive melody again. And, oh this is the best part, the skeleton was missing and no one could find anything of it except a torn piece of its poncho." Diego finished his unusual story and they started to laugh out. He wiped a tear away. "And that's what happened when I visited the museum. True story."

Chase managed to regain control of his breathing. "What did happen to the museum's skeleton anyway?"

Diego shrugged. "Heck if I know. I was too busy admiring some stuff in the astro wing."

Chase rolled his eyes. "You and your obsession with astronomy."

"It's not an obsession, it's a fascination!" He argued. "Don't you realize that there are probably different worlds or dimensions out there that may have different species of creatures other than Pokémon?"

Chase shrugged. "Maybe, but what would you find? An entire planet full of those mythical creatures called humans being the dominant species?"

Diego rolled his eyes. "Okay, that does sound a bit ridiculous." They stared at each other and chuckled for no apparent reason. "We should probably keep heading home." He pulled out his touch screen phone and checked the time. He frowned. "Great, it's nearing dark. We'll have to take a short cut."

"Um, Diego? I hate to be the one to point this out, but the quickest route to our neighborhood is…that way." Diego followed where he was pointing and spotted a dark alleyway. His brain clicked and he face-palmed. "Yep, it's the quickest way."

Diego sighed and said, "I know they keep telling us not to trespass and all, but we need to get home and eat, then get ready for tomorrow."

Chase looked unsure for a moment, but shrugged it off. "Guess you're right. Besides, we can handle ourselves."

Diego patted his back. "That's the spirit! Let's start walking." They entered the dark alleyway, preparing themselves to deal with the residents of this alley.

They looked around, surprised that they haven't seen anything or anyone yet. This place was usually full with the 'hoodlums'. They walked back-to-back for safety precautions. They took defensive stances as they walked through. There was a reason that they wouldn't normally come down here. Some people who hang out here are very territorial when it came to trespassers.

They began to enter a larger area within the alleyway. There wasn't much light coming through, so it was pretty dim. They saw rundown couches, a bunch of trash, a throne of sorts, and an old television set with a rusty satellite dish attached to it.

Chase had a confused look. "Strange, normally by now, we would have been spotted by them."

"They could just be terrorizing pedestrians again." His friend suggested. "Still, it isn't a good idea to hang out here for too long."

Suddenly, they were blinded by multiple lights and heard engines roaring like crazy. They soon realize that they're being circled by the mysterious beings. The duo hold their ground as they waited for someone to strike. The objects stop circling them and shut off their lights.

The duo rub their eyes and saw that they were surrounded by eight motorcyclists. They consisted of a Primeape, Ledian, Granbull, Breloom, Vigoroth, Gabite, Toxicroak, and Simisage. They each wore a black leather jacket with an unusual red 'Y' on the back of it and ripped jeans. They glared fiercely at the wandering trespassers, who merely stared in annoyance.

Diego exhaled and smirked. "Well, if it isn't the Yveltal Bike Gang. Haven't seen you lugs in awhile. How's life workin' for ya?"

"Can the small talk, twerp!" Granbull demanded. "You have no rights trespassing onto our turf."

He innocently shrugged. "We just needed a faster way home, that's all. Are you really going to get your knickers in a twist over that?"

"You half-brained idiots aren't going to be saying that when you have your vocal cords ripped out of you!" Vigoroth said with a sadistic smile.

Chase rolled his eyes. "Please, I bet you wouldn't know where our vocal cords are. From what I heard, you were kicked out of school after failing that IQ test with a score of negative 12. How is that even possible?"

Vigoroth growled. "First off, I wasn't kicked out, I was thrown out. Second, they said my score will always be remembered to show kids a good example about learning." He said proudly.

"Yeah, 'Don't rot your brain or you'll make a pile of dirt seem like a prodigy'." Diego whispered to Chase, who chuckled in response. "That reminds me," He said to the gang, "there seems to be two of you missing."

"You mean us." Slowly walking out of the shadows were two figures. A Marowak and a Bisharp. They both were wearing the same attire, except the shoulders of the jackets at spikes protruding from them. They glared at the duo evilly.

Diego smirked. "Well, if it isn't the big bad leader, Reggie." He mocked towards the Bisharp.

'Reggie' face-faltered at the sound of the name and became agitated. "MY NAME ISN'T REGGIE, IT'S REGINALD! GET IT RIGHT, YOU IDIOT!" He composed himself and returned to his calm demeanor. "Marcus, would you mind explaining to these ingrates what happens when they break my rules?" He asked the Marowak.

Marcus nodded and walked forward, giving off an uncomfortable feeling towards the duo. "Rule 1: when you trespass onto our turf or rub us the wrong way, you're gonna have to have something to appease our anger. Rule 2: don't comply to rule 1, and you'll get the beating of the lifetime. And, considering there are ten of us and only two of you, you don't have much of an option." He brought out his bone club and spun it in his paw.

Chase glared at him, annoyed by his harsh behavior. "If you think that's going to intimidate us, you're even more pathetic than I thought."

Unlike Reginald, Marcus simply ignored the comment and pointed his club the way the duo came in. "I suggest that you leave at once, after you hand over the goods." He said, referring to their groceries.

He stepped back a bit and replied, "If you want food so bad, I suggest you go buy some like normal people do."

Reginald chuckled mockingly. "Coming from a bunch of street rats like you, how ironic. Last I checked, you two are anything but normal people. You may comply with some of the law, but you always like to cause a ruckus everywhere you go. I'm surprised the mayor hasn't warranted your arrest already. But he can't do that to the best skaters in the city, the only ones who have the guts to compete in the Skateboarding Combat Blitz. He only puts up with you two so you can make this city famous. But, once you lose, it's off to jail for you." He laughed joyfully, as well as the rest of his crew. Marcus remained silent, but smirked at the amusement.

When Reginald composed himself, he wanted to see how they reacted. But was gob-smacked when he saw them playing a game of cards instead. "Ha, full house! In your face!" Chase yelled excitedly.

Diego stared at him oddly. "We're playing Go Fish." He looked at the shocked gang. "Oh sorry, what were you saying about caramel again?" He asked, randomly.

Reginald's shock turned to sheer anger in the blink of an eye. "You no good twits!"

Diego packed up the cards and stuffed them in his hoodie pocket. "Look Raymond, just let us leave and we won't have to cause any trouble around here."

"First off, I'm not letting you two off the hook. And second, MY NAME IS REGINALD!" He screamed loudly.

Chase sighed in annoyance. "Look, it's been a long day for us and we're tired. Can't we just overlook this one little transgression and allow us to pass through to get back to our home?" Reginald sneered at the Pikachu, giving him his answer. "Apparently, no."

Diego patted his back and looked at the two gang leaders. "Guys, let's all stay calm and compromise. You let us leave and you get nothing in return, sounds fair to me." He finished quickly before taking his skateboard off his back. His paw was suddenly whacked by the bone club. "Oww, what the heck?!"

Marcus pointed his club at him. "You two are staying here. Last time you came down this way, our bikes were trashed. Now we're going to return the favor." Everyone, minus the duo, cracked their knuckles in response.

"Oh, that's okay. You guys don't have to do favors for us, the mere amusement of you guys thinking you can take us on is enough of a payment." Diego mocked.

Reginald had enough and snapped his fingers. "Sage, dispose of them." He ordered the Simisage.

He nodded and jumped into the air. "Seed Bomb!" A green light forms in his paws, then turns in a large seed. He throws it directly at the duo.

They saw the incoming Seed Bomb in shock for a moment. Then Diego gives a smirk. "Chase, you know what to do."

The Pikachu got in front of his friend and held his arms out. "Protect!" They were soon surrounded by a blue-green barrier. Once the seed made contact, it exploded, but resulted in no damage.

Reginald growled. "Once that barrier goes down, attack all at once." They nodded in agreement.

What they didn't predict was what happened after the Protect disappeared. "Smokescreen!" Diego shot out a thick stream of black smoke, covering the entire area. The gang started to choke and cough on it.

"Where are they?!" Reginald yelled as he coughed on the smoke. Suddenly, the Breloom was hit in the back of the head by something hard, knocking him unconscious. "Breloom?!"

Toxicroak looked around the smoke, being use to toxins or smoke. "Boss, I can't see anything or anyone. And their picking us off one by one!" His point was proven when Primeape suddenly sank under the smoke, followed up by the sounds of electricity. "We need to retreat."

"They're just two street rats, how much trouble can they be?" Vigoroth commented. A trash can fell on top of him, yet he didn't move a single muscle from the impact. "Now that I'm thinking about it, these two are tough." He then fell unconscious.

Reginald kept looking around for his foes. "Where are you?!" He yelled angrily.

"Flame Charge!" Out of nowhere, he was hit in the back by a fiery tackle. As he got up when he heard Diego laugh. "You clearly lack proper fighting techniques."

"Iron Tail!" Suddenly, a steel hard tail nailed the Bisharp in the head. "He is also unfocused when he gets angry, which is a lot." Chase laughed as well.

Reginald growled and fired off Focus Blast in random parts of the smoke. He perked up when he heard two screams of agony from inside. "Ha, I got them!" He pumped his fist in the air in excitement.

"Yeah, you got them, but not your intended targets." He yelped when he heard Diego's voice coming from nowhere.

Just before he could argue back, Marcus popped out of the smoke. "Boss, those street rats knocked out Granbull and Gabite with what looked like some powerful attack. It kind of looked like a Fo…cus…" Once he saw the embarrassed expression on the Bisharp's face, he deadpanned. "It was you, wasn't it?"

"Uuummm…" was all he could say. He snapped out of it when Ledian slammed into a wall and fell unconscious. "Forget it. Toxicroak, get over here, now!" Toxicroak suddenly jumped out of the smoke and landed near them. "Alright you two, stand your ground! Don't let them get to you." They nodded and awaited an attack.

Minutes have passed and, during the time, the smoke was letting up. Once it finally subsided, they saw their unconscious gang…and no Diego or Chase.

Reginald stared blankly for a moment, then screamed in pure rage and punched the wall, leaving a deep hole. "Why, Why, WHHHHYYY?! Every single time, they managed to trick us and escape."

Marcus shrugged. "Look on the bright side, at least three of us are still standing." Toxicroak fell unconscious from an unknown pain. "Alright, two of us."

Reginald pulled his hand out of the hole and rubbed it. "Who cares?! We won't get anywhere with carrying out our plans if those two are always in our way."

"I know this is difficult to stand, but we will eventually have the advantage over them."

"HOW?! We can't get the supplies we need if those two our always going to ruin our preparations and steal all of our profits." He sat down on the ground and sighed in frustration. "How can I take over this city when I end up always getting beaten by a smart-aleck Charmeleon and a feisty Pikachu?"

Marcus didn't have an answer, so he replied, "I hate to say it boss, but those two are impossible to takedown. They are always three steps ahead of everything and never let their guard down. And, with all of the money they stole from us, it will take awhile to get it all back to pay for our weapons, assuming we can avoid them."

"Well, I don't care! If I want to start by international takeover, I need to find some way to get those two off my back. And nothing is going to stop me." He got up and stretched. "I'm going to get our food. Stay here and wait for the gang to regain consciousness." As he left, Marcus noticed a 'Kick me' sign taped to his boss' back.

"Um, boss…?" He said hesitantly. Reginald looked back with an annoyed look. Feeling that he would probably explode with all the rage building up in him, Marcus thought against it. "Actually, nevermind." Confused and slightly annoyed, Reginald left the alleyway.

XXX

Diego and Chase laughed their heads off when they exited the alleyway. "Oh man, I can't believe he didn't notice me stick that on him when we ran away." Chase said, catching his breath.

Diego calmed down, but snickered a bit. "You are quite the natural in speed and stealth, which is why you're the physical asset of our team."

Chase nodded. "Speaking of which, we should probably start heading home." As they walked, Chase began to feel hungry. "Ugh, I'm starving! What are you making for dinner tonight?"

Since the two live together, they had to split up chores and stuff evenly with each other. Chase does the outside work while Diego handles things on the inside. He is also pretty good at cooking when he feels like making something. Anyway, he shrugged at the question. "Meh, haven't decided. I'll figure something out when we relax for a bit."

"I'm kind of feeling nervous about tomorrow, though." Chase said as he felt his heart rate increase.

"Chill dude, it's not like this is the first skateboard competition you've entered."

"Yeah…but winning this one will get us into the semifinals. Once we get pass that, it's off to the finals. The mayor said that if we win that, he'll drop the charges on us for good." He looked down sadly. "Still, that won't change the way everyone looks at us when we pass through."

Diego frowned and patted his back. "I know almost everyone in this city hates us, but we're only trying to survive. And we're going to have to put up with it once school starts back up next week."

"Still…"

"Chase, I'm telling you everything will be fine. Things will work out in the end. We have a nice house, food to eat, and we're living on our own. This is what you wanted, right? Freedom?"

Chase looked up at him slightly. He sighed and gave a weak smile. "I guess."

Diego punched his arm playfully. "You can do better than that!"

The Pikachu laughed and smiled wider. "You really are a good friend, Diego."

"Which reminds me of something…" He casually took his board off his back and set it on the ground. He then turned around and pushed his friend to the ground before taking off on his board yelling, "Last one home is a rotten egg!"

"Hey, that's cheating!" Chase yelled while laughing. He got out his board and raced after his cackling friend. "You're going to pay for that!" He threatened mockingly.

Diego rolled his eyes and sped off faster, leading Chase to do the same. They continuously tried to take the lead from each other, all while having fun at the same time.