Last time, on Tony's Journey...

After burying the fallen Plasma Pokemon, Tony returns the unknown girl's lost Pokemon to her before heading off with Cheren and Skyla to Nacrene City, unaware that the girl knows who he is and actually hates his guts! Meanwhile, Mystico, a high-ranking Knight of Team Plasma, arrived in Nacrene City as well, with his malicious plans ready to put into action...

What will happen next? Find out now!

"Mom...? What's going on?"

"...Pack your things, Antonio, you're going on a trip."

"What? Where are we going?"

"Not 'we' - you. I'm coming back home - you're not... for a little while."

"...Why? W-where am I going?"

"My stocks have dropped, Antonio."

"You dropped your socks?"

"Not my socks, you little idiot... Stocks. I'm losing money. I cannot afford to keep childcare, and you are a disturbance to my offices. So, as of tomorrow, I am sending you to live with my sister, Sally. She lives in Pallet Town."

"Where's Pallet Town?"

"Nowhere important, I can assure you."

"Oh... Uh... Will you visit me...?"

"...I may not be able to find the time."

"Mom..."

"Antonio, I swear, if you start crying..."

"I... I'm not. I'll go and pack..."

"Good..."

"Mom...?"

"What now?"

"What is Sally like?"

"Don't call her Sally - she is your elder and she deserves some respect. Call her Aunt Sally."

"Yes, mom..."

"You will call her husband Uncle Brad."

"Yes, mom..."

"You will do all of your studies, you will do any chores they assign you, and you will be polite and silent."

"Yes, mom..."

"Good... Go and get packed. We're leaving tomorrow."

"Y-yes... M-mom..."

"Uggggh... Mom..."

A pair of emerald eyes show open. "Ugh..." A deep voice groaned sleepily. "What time is it...?" He raised his hairy arm and rolled up the yellow sleeve to his shirt. "Only six..."

The full-grown man pushed himself out of his sleeping bag, running a hand through his insane mop of blonde hair. "Well... the early Pidgey gets the Caterpie, I guess," he muttered.

"Mom... No..."

The man looked around. No one else was in his green, one-man tent. "Who is that...?"

He slowly pushed himself out of his grey sleeping bag, groaning as he did so. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a band of leather, swiftly using it to tie up his hair into a massive, low hanging pony-tail. Sighing and grumbling to himself, he pushed himself out of his tent.

Oddly enough, there was another tent right next to his. A green tent, like his, only smaller. Upon further examination, he realized that it was his tent, technically - it was the same exact model, a tent available at any Pokemart in the Kanto Region. Could whoever owned this tent be a fellow Kantonian?

"Don't..." the voice moaned. "Please..." It was a young voice, and male. Probably about fourteen, fifteen years old.

The man reached out to the zipper of the tent. Dare he open it? Curiosity killed the Meowth, after all...

"Mom..."

The man swallowed as he unzipped the tent, his horrible sense of curiosity getting the better of him.

Inside was a young man, with bright blonde hair, wrapped in a green sleeping bag. He was trembling as he slept, still muttering and moaning to himself in his sleep. The snoozing forms of two Pokemon sat beside him.

"Mom... Don't leave me..."

The man slowly reached over. "H-hey... kid..."

"VRRRRRR!"

FWOOOOOSH!

The man leaped back a very girlish scream. One of the Pokemon had just torched his arm, catching his sleeve on fire. "Waaaah! HOT, HOT, HOT, HOT, HOT!" he screamed, waving his arm like a lunatic.

Unsurprisingly, the boy woke up with a start. "Who? What?" he stuttered, looking around.

"Hot, hot, hot!" the man kept shouting, waving and blowing on to his arm as he desperately tried to extinguish his flaming shirt.

"Vrrrr!" A small white and orange insect leaped out of the tent, breathing another plume of fire at the intruder.

"Call it off!" the man shouted, leaping away from the attack. "Call it off, kid!"

Tony (because it was obviously he) shouted, "Sunny, stop!"

Sunny froze, extinguishing the fully formed fireball in her mouth. But she kept her icy eyes on the man, growling fiercely as a warning to keep his distance.

"Hot, hot, hot!" the man shouted, finally ripping his entire sleeve off of his shirt and tossing it to the ground, stomping it with his weather-stained hiking boots. It didn't take long for the sleeve to be merely a smoking rag.

Tony pulled out his flash-light, switching it on. It was still pretty dark out, and he couldn't make out the face of the man. He shined his light at the stunned intruder, revealing his fact to him.

He was a tall man, lanky and straight as a beanpole, with a thin face and green eyes. His hair was the same color as Tony's, blonde as freshly harvested wheat. However, his hair was wild and long, completely bushy and unkempt, save for a thick band of leather that kept the lower part tied into a massive pony-tail that covered his entire back. A small beard was on the end of his chin, and his face was as thin as the rest of him. He was wearing a pair of blue, badly worn blue jeans, equally worn brown hiking boots, and a yellow, collared shirt, minus one sleeve due to Sunny's Ember attack.

"Uh... Hey," the man said, awkwardly. His voice was low, but had a jovial tone to it.

"Hey..." Tony said, suspicion creeping into his voice. "So... you gonna explain to me why my tent is open, or do I have to go and get Officer Jenny?"

The man raised his hands in defense. "H-hey now!" he said, nervously. "No need for that, honest! I heard you moaning in your sleep, and I thought you might be sick or in trouble! I just wanted to see if I could help, really!"

"Vrrrrrrrrr..." growled Sunny, smoke drifting from her mouth.

"Freeeeh," Lucky agreed, flitting up to the man's face angrily. "Freeeh!"

"Oh, hey, a Butterfree!" the man said. "Oh, hey, a Larvesta, too. You a bug-catcher?"

"Maybe," Tony said, not willing to reveal anything personal yet. "But I don't think you're in any position to be asking the questions..." He pushed himself out of his sleeping bag, fully awake. "Alright, pal," he said, "who are you?"

"N-name's Patrick," the man said. "Who're you?"

"I'm asking the questions," Tony reminded him. "Now, why did you open up my tent? Be honest - Lucky and Sunny aren't too fond of you right now."

"Vrrr..."

"Freeeeh..."

Patrick swallowed. "I... I already told you," he said. "I heard you talking in your sleep... I thought you might be sick and need help!" He chuckled nervously. "I've always been kinda curious... I couldn't help myself..."

"You're not helping yourself."

"Freeeh."

"Vrrrr."

Patrick stepped back another step. "Honestly, I just wanted to help!" he blurted. "You really were talking in your sleep!"

Tony rolled his eyes. "Oh, really?" he asked. "Then, tell me, what was I dreaming about?" he demanded.

"Wha-?"

"If I was really talking in my sleep, then you should know what I was dreaming about!" Tony said, ready to order Sunny to String Shot the man up. "So, what was I dreaming about?"

Patrick swallowed. He had never been held at Pokemon-point by a kid before. A few women, yeah, but not a kid. "Y-you were talking about your mom... and asking her not to leave you," he said, finally, before bracing himself for an oncoming attack.

Tony stared wordlessly at the man, and then sighed. "Y-you're right..." he said, sadly. "Oh... Lucky, Sunny, it's okay. Let 'im go."

Patrick nearly fell to the ground as he sighed in relief. "Thanks, kid," he said, gratefully. Uh... sorry for the whole intruding thing."

Tony looked away. "It's okay... just don't let that happen again. I mean, what if I wasn't dressed?"

Patrick laughed awkwardly. Been there, done that... he thought to himself. "You've got it, never gonna happen again," he promised. "Like I said, I'm Patrick. Who're you?"

"Tony," Tony said, convinced that the man really had just made a mistake when he opened his tent. "Tony Miller."

A wave of surprise crossed Patrick's face. "Miller?" he asked, surprised.

"Yeah," Tony said, "why?"

Lucky and Sunny tensed, ready to attack again.

"As in... the archeologist, Brad Miller?" Patrick asked. "I'm a bit of a fan of his."

"Yeah, he's my uncle," Tony said.

"I heard that he moved to Unova," Patrick said, smiling. "Heh, well, then, here's a hello back from home!" he said, grabbing Tony's hand and shaking it. "I'm from Kanto, myself."

"Really?' Tony asked, surprised. "How are things back home?" he asked, eagerly. While he had been enjoying Unova so far, he did miss Kanto a bit.

"I'll tell you," Patrick said, "but first..." he looked up at the sky. The sun was beginning to rise. "I'm feeling a bit hungry... let's eat something first."

Tony nodded, feeling hungry himself due to his early awakening. Besides, he was eager for news. "Sounds good to me," he said, smiling.

Breakfast time came and went, and Tony found himself sitting in the campsite by the forgotten railroad tracks for quite some time, sitting on the ancient beams as they talked for hours on end.

Tony enjoyed Patrick's company. The man was kind, patient, and willing to talk to Tony like he was an adult. That, and he wanted to talk about Tony's favorite subject, Pokemon, both Kanto and Unova Pokemon. Of course, they didn't just talk about Pokemon. They talked a lot about Kanto. Tony admitted that he really did miss the warmer climate, the fried rice his auntie would make, and the Viridian Forest especially.

So, they talked, and Tony learned a few things. Patrick was from Fuschia City, but had travelled around most of his life, before settling down in Fuschia again. He now worked as a Park Ranger at the Safari Zone. He had been married three times (Tony personally thought that marriage should be a one-time deal, but he didn't say so). He also was quite the Pokemon Trainer, and enjoyed battling and Pokemon watching, just like Tony did. He had come to Unova to take a vacation, and to try his hand at winning the Unova League.

He also had lots of news from home. Team Rocket, a criminal organization from Kanto, had been defeated, their bases discovered and their members arrested, thanks to a strong group of trainers. Several companies were under investigation in Kanto now, for alleged involvement. A few of them had even gone under, losing all of their support due to their dealings with the Rockets.

Including Maruko Corp. According to Patrick, the business was heading down the tubes, far beyond recovery.

Tony tried not to smile when he told him that.

Thankfully, they managed to keep the conversation mostly on training: their methods, their means, and of course, their Pokemon.

Naturally, he was interested in what Pokemon had, so Tony, naturally, wanted to show him. So, he did.

"Lucky, Sunny, Lancelot, come out!"

Tony's Pokemon appeared in a trio of flashes, growing to their full-size in seconds.

"Hey..." Patrick said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Not bad, not bad at all! Good line-up you've got here."

"Thanks," Tony said, rubbing the back of his head, "but Lancelot won't do a thing I say..."

"Karra..." Lancelot murmured quietly.

"So, what sort of Pokemon do you train?" Tony asked, eagerly.

"Not too many," Patrick said. "I mean, I wanted to get a fresh start, so I left my other Pokemon back in a Daycare Center in Kanto, except for my first Pokemon. I'll be bringing back my new team with me when I go home - I'm sure they'll be able to help me with my ranger duties." He reached onto his belt and pulled off two Pokeballs. "These guys are all I have..." he said, popping them open.

Two Pokemon appeared, one from Kanto, and one from Unova. The first was a Pokemon Tony had seen before, a tall creature, taller than he was, with a tree-trunk like body, supported by two clawed legs. Several heads were perched on top, underneath a thick bush of palm leaves, each coconut face grinning widely. The second was smaller, and much cuter compared to the first. It had a brown, fuzzy body, with a huge head covered by cream colored wool, along with green horns sprouting from the side of her head. The creature had a huge, happy grin on her face, her amber eyes shining.

Tony followed his new instincts and blissfully pulled out his Pokedex, scanning the duo of Grass-types.

"Exeggutor, the Coconut Pokemon. A Grass/Psychic Type, and the evolved form of Exeggcute. Known in Kanto by its nickname of "the Walking Jungle" this Pokemon has been known to confuse map-makers and nesting Pokemon by migrating into open fields and sleeping, making it appear as if a jungle sprouted up overnight. This Pokemon is native to Kanto and sometimes Johto, and is very rare in Unova. This specimen is male, roughly 12 years old, and knows the moves Psychic, Leaf Storm, Wood Hammer and Giga Impact."

"Whimsicott, the Windveiled Pokemon. A Pure Grass-type, and the evolved form of Cottonee. Known for its often mischievous behavior, this Pokemon rides on strong winds in search of human towns to inhabit. They often play tricks on humans, and can sneak into their houses easily. They can slip through any gap that it at least one foot in diameter. They leave their extremely soft wool behind them wherever they go. This specimen is female, roughly seven years old, and knows the moves Cotton Spore, Mega Drain, Tail Wind and Leech Seed. Its special ability is Infiltrator.

"Cool," Tony said, very impressed.

"Yup," Patrick said, proudly. "Coconut's my main Pokemon, always giving me a hand with my ranger duties," he declared, patting the Exeggutor on one of his yellow heads.

"Exxegg!" Coconuts said, all of his faces grinning proudly.

"And I caught Whimsy when I first got into Unova," Patrick said, ruffling Whimsy's adorably soft wool. "Coconuts thought she looked cute, so I had to."

Coconuts grinned down at Whimsy, who merely rolled her eyes. "Whimssssy..."

"They both look great!" Tony said. "You win any Gym Badges yet?"

"Well, I was just on my way for my Trio Badge," Patrick explained. "I went for the Basic Badge here, first, but..." He grinned sheepishly. "To be completely honest, the Gym Leader swept through my team without too much effort," he admitted with a red face.

"Really?" Tony asked, surprised that an adult could get beaten so easily. "Wow... Jeez, I was going to challenge the Gym Leader in a few days, when my aunt and uncle get here..."

"Your aunt and uncle are coming here?" Patrick asked, surprised.

"Yeah, my Uncle Brad is going to the Nacrene Museum to look over some artifacts, and then they're gonna watch me fight the next Gym Leader!" Tony explained. "Hey, do you want to come?" he asked. "You can meet my uncle, if you want!"

Patrick swiftly shook his head. "Thanks for the offer," he said, "but... I really don't like bein' in one place for too long, and I gotta head to Striaton post haste."

"Oh," Tony said, slightly disappointed. He would have liked for Patrick to be there to see him battle too, for whatever reason.

"But," Patrick said, seeing the disappointment on Tony's face, "I can help you train for the fight. I mean, you've got one more Gym Badge than I do, after all, you've got a better chance!" he said, gesturing to the Trio Badge on Tony's sweater. "Let's have a battle!"

"A battle? Tony said, surprised. Three Bug-typs against two Grass-types? That didn't seem to be too fair...

"Come on, I'm not as wimpy as I look," Patrick joked.

"Exxeg!" agreed Coconuts.

Tony smiled. "Alright, sounds like fun. Let's do it!

Author's Note:

Well, looks like Tony and his family aren't the only Kantonians in Unova! Tune in next time to see Tony face down Patrick in preparation for both of their upcoming Gym Battles!

Anyways, reader question time! If you could live in any region of Pokemon, where would you live? Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, or Unova? Answer the question after you review!

Thanks for the reading! Please review!

Tony's Party:

1: Lucky, female Butterfree

Ability: Compound Eyes

Move Set: Silver Wind, Confusion, Sleep Powder and Dream Eater.

2: Sunny, female Larvesta

Ability: Flame Body

Move Set: Ember, Leech Life, Morning Sun and String Shot.

3: Lancelot, male Karrablast

Ability: Swarm

Move Set: Fury Swipes, Fury Cutter, Peck and Endure.