Okay, so it took me longer than I thought, but here it is chapter two of A Johto Journey. Oh, and I would like to thank Farla for my first ever review.

(I forgot this last time but here it is) Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon!

"Crap!" Derek yelled as he once again cut his shirt on a thorn. All of his previous thoughts of how his journey would be had disappeared, and thoughts of why he hated pokemon came flooding back. Derek glanced down at his belt, where a small, red-and-white ball was clasped.

Why did I ever pick that ball up? Derek thought to himself as he continued to make his way through the dense underbrush. He told himself over and over that he just wanted to get Prof. Elm's papers back, or that he wanted to see the girl again. The truth was that he didn't know why he even bothered to go after them in the first place.

Derek sighed, and then winced as another thorn scraped his ankle.

Derek continued on, and eventually the trees and dense brush started to thin, until he found himself on the edge of a large meadow.

The meadow was filled with flowers of every shade and color. Numerous bug pokemon flew or crawled about, gathering nectar and pollen.

Derek stretched, and lay down on the ground, staring at the clouds drifting by.

Well, Derek thought to himself this part's not too bad.

"Eevee, use sand-attack!"

A cloud of sand enveloped Derek. He jumped up, trying to clear the sand from his eyes and mouth.

"Sorry!" Sara said as the sand cleared enough for Derek to see. "Hey, you're that boy again."

"My name is Derek." Derek spat as he wiped the last remaining bits of sand out of his eyes.

"Well you don't have to be so rude about it."

"Just go away." Derek said as he turned and stomped off.

"Hey, wait!" Sara yelled as she ran to catch up with him.

"What do you want now?" Derek sighed and reluctantly turned to face her.

"I was thinking that we could have a battle." Sara replied cheerfully.

"What?"

"I said that I thought that we could have a battle."

"No, not that. I was wondering why you would want something like that when you lost so easily to those Team Rocket people, and I beat them."

Sara's eyes darkened, and her smile vanished. "Well, if you think it's going to be so easy to beat me, why won't you battle?"

"Because I hate this stupid journey! I don't even want to be here right now!"

"Then why are you doing this Derek?"

"It's…complicated. Let's just say my mom thought that it would be good for me."

"Well then, eevee, use tackle!"

Eevee ran forward, and slammed into Derek, knocking him down.

"What was that for?!" he gasped.

"I'm going to open your eyes! Eevee, use tail whip!"

"Fine," Derek said as he reached down to grab his pokeball. His had hovered over the small sphere for a split second before he snatched it off his belt, and pressed the tiny, white button in the middle. The pokeball quickly grew ten times its size in his hand.

"Cyndaquil, come out." Derek said as he tossed the ball into the air.

Cyndaquil emerged in a flash of light, just in time to receive eevee's tail whip.

"Cyndaquil, use tackle." Derek said quietly.

"Eevee, you use tackle as well!"

Both pokemon collided, and cyndaquil was sent flying backwards.

"Tail whip lowers a pokemon's defense. Even kindergarteners know that."

"Cyndaquil, use ember." Derek said angrily.

"Eevee, counter it with sand-attack!"

Cyndaquil opened its mouth, and a tiny puff of smoke appeared right before the sand-attack hit.

"What happened?" Derek asked in astonishment as cyndaquil tried to rub the sand out of its eyes.

"Cyndaquil can't use any fire attacks until the fire on their back is ignited. Young cyndaquil like yours often need to practice before they can summon their flames at will. Now, let's finish this eevee! Use tackle!"

Eevee charged at cyndaquil, who was still busy wiping the sand from its eyes to notice. Cyndaquil went flying into Derek, where its flames suddenly erupted from its back.

"Ahhhh!" Derek yelled as he ripped off his burning jacked, and tried to stomp out the flames.

"Eevee put out the flames with sand-attack."

Eevee threw a huge cloud of sand at the burning jacket, hitting Derek in the process.

"I hate pokemon!" Derek yelled as he tried to clear the sand from his eyes.

"I'm really sorry!" Sara cried.

"Come on cyndaquil!" Derek said as he turned to the pokemon. Cyndaquil was slowly backing away from Derek with a sad look on its face.

"I said let's go!" Derek yelled.

Cyndaquil turned, and ran quickly back into the forest.

Well, what do you think? I just want to make a couple things clear:

1. Derek still does not like pokemon, but he likes them slightly more than he used to.

2. Derek was frustrated from a long day of hiking in this chapter, so he is a lot more irritable than normal.

Please review!!!!!!