Chapter 1

The sun was warm, the sky was blue, and the people were cheering! Today was the day that Cilesta Town's five champions were to embark on their Pokemon Journeys!

Jake's house, 1315 Myotus Dr., Cilesta Town, Pokemon Island

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWN" Jake sat up rubbed his eyes, and looked around, got up, and pulled on his shorts and tank, grabbed his pack, and Marched down the stairs full of pride in himself and his abilities. "Good morning, son." Said his father from behind a newspaper and a bowl of oatmeal, lowering the sports section to see his son. "Morning dad."

Eddie's house, 1492 Bombur St.

"KUPO!" Eddie yelled, hopping out of bed. He pulled on a pair of cutoffs and a football Jersey, combed his hair, and hopped down the stairs of his house and leaped over the back of a chair.

"Morning, honey."

"Morning mom, kupo."

Eddie snatched the box of frosted flakes tossed to him by his mom in one hand, a bowl in the other, set them both down, picked up the morning paper and flipped to the comics.

Marin's Ranch, City road 17, outskirts of Cilesta Town

Marin hummed a happy tune as she combed a Growlithe's fur.

"Growlithe!"

She smiled. "You like that don't you?"

"Growooooooool!"

"Good boy!" She patted it on the head and walked to water the Ponyta as her mom had asked while she had been brushing.

The Growlithe followed her, trotting cheerfully.

At the stables, she scratched her favorite Ponyta behind its ear then grabbed an empty drinking bucket where she'd carelessly left it the day before. Carrying it on her shoulder, so it didn't bang her legs, she made a second detour, a slight curve, which took her to the top of a hill. She patted the Growlithe, and told it to go back to the kennel. It obeyed, and she sat on a bench which her mom and her had dragged up three years ago. It had their names engraved on it. She sighed. The hill had a marvelous view of the ranch. She was going to miss this place. She really was. She choked and smiled at remembering everything. She didn't want to leave, but leaving would broaden her horizons, she'd learn ten fold about Pokemon then she knew now. Surpassing maybe even her mother. Her mother. She'd stuck through thick and thin with her mother. Tornadoes, wild Arcanine, and every practical joke Jake, Eddie, and Ry managed to pull. She sniffed and a few tears fell. Sigh. 'Don't dwell on sad things.' She thought. She stood, grabbed the bucket, and walked to get the water.

Ry's apartment, #999, Westwood Apartments, 0427 Virginia St.

The grinding voice of the local weatherman hacked through Ry's bedroom, shaking him awake. He slammed his clock radio off and pulled on his black jeans, grabbed his gloves, his lucky hat, and threw a tee shirt with a stupid saying across the back on. He walked to the front door and grabbed his pack.

"So, this is it."

He turned around, and there was his mom.

"I've gotta' go, ma."

"I understand."

"Miss you."

"My little morpher."

"Don't call me that."

And, with that little joke he'd shared with his mom all his life fresh in his mind, he turned and left.

Nick's flat. Cilesta town has no bad part, but if it did, this would be it.

Nick sat up and stretched then groped for his glasses.

"Son."

Nick blinked a few times, trying to get his eyes to focus. When they did, he saw his dad sitting in a corner.

"I don't approve of this."

"Dad, I'm not a terrorist; I don't want to be. I want to grow up without the hate."

"What hate, what terrorism? There's only justice."

His dad stood and paced the room.

"You could be our model. With your powers, you could become-"

"A great leader in the glory of the brotherhood. I agree dad. I want to be a leader, but I want to be a leader bringing people and Pokemon together."

They'd said those same lines since Nick had begun to learn his current events.

Nick stood up and dressed, (AUTHOR'S NOTE: No, this is not a 'ooooooookay' scene. He sleeps in boxers, for all those who have a naked in front of your parents deal) smirked at his dad, grabbed his pack, and walked out the door.

Neon town, the epicenter of Team Rocket's criminal organization.

Giovanni shivered and cursed under his breath. The alley was cold, but not wet. It was more. greasy. Eeeeeych. He fumbled for a cigar, and swore again, realizing he had no lighter. Holding the cigar between two fingers, he felt a mild amount of heat. He looked down, and it had, amazingly, lit itself. He looked around, and saw a man in a trenchcoat and ski mask standing at the far end of the alley.

"So, you're pyrokinetic. Impressive."

"Pyro, psycho, and everything else in the books. And then some."

His voice was like the one he heard on the phone. Still, it sounded like it had been run through a machine. Giovanni assumed he had a more compact version for personal use. Impressive.

"Well, Taeo had a better success at his little project than I thought."

"Who said I was part of any project?"

"No one, as a matter of fact."

"Well, how can you be assured I was one?"

"Divine intuition."

"Ha."

"Don't disregard that which you cannot disprove."

"That could also be said for your misconceptions of me."

"Misconceptions?"

"Go on. Test me."

"How would I do that?"

"Your sniper on the building across the street. Tap your cane on your shoulder twice. He'll shoot a perfect head shot."

Damn. He was good.

Giovanni raised his cane.

One tap.

Two taps.

BANG!

Without turning around, the man raised his arm quickly and suddenly; a bullet appeared floating before Giovanni's head.

"Again, impressive."

"I am still more powerful than I can express here. Let us go to your headquarters."

"How can I trust you?"

"With the knowledge I've. lifted, I could destroy your headquarters at my slightest whim."

"Very well, Let us leave."

TBC