A Few Notes From the Author:

This chapter might be a bit short, I am sick, and have been very busy. I'll try to make it good.

If you are interested in seeing what stories I might be writing in the future, I have added a 'Coming Attractions' section to my profile.

The last chapter's name was incorrect. It's name was 'Beginning' but inside it was called 'Fear'.

Review Replies: (not many)

Nyaa-Neko: Yes, I realized that after I read your review. There was, in fact, a break there, as if the Professors were talking in a different room a few minutes later, and I'm not sure why it didn't show up. Thanks for pointing it out.

I agree with you on the starting Pokemon matter, and I hope you like the one I chose.

WildTotodile: Yes, it was a dream. But it could have…say…significance.

The Pokemon Sisters

Catch

Gaika, remembering her sisters when they trained, slunk, bent slightly over, through the grass. The Zigzagoon sniffed the air nervously, the hairs across it's back trembling slightly, either in a breeze or in nervousness.

"What is it?" Gaika muttered. The Pokemon snuffled again and trotted towards a sparse clump of brownish grass. Then, with a cry of outrage, it leaped back, a red bite mark on its nose.

A black dog-like Pokemon growled and flew foreword, it's eyes glinting in annoyance. "Poochy! Poochyana!" It barked.

"Looks like we woke someone up." Gaika leapt to her feet, her hand straying to the first Pokeball on her belt.

The Poochyana glared at her and began barking, each sound sending it's small body leaping off the ground.

"Zigzagoon, now! Tackle it!"

Obeying the command without question, and with a certain relish, the Pokemon charged foreword, sending its foe sprawling across the ground.

The Poochyana looks up at you from its spot on the ground. It's eyes are more intelligent then you expected, and it's sleek.

With a smile and a decision, you throw the first Pokeball at your waist. It shivers for a moment, it's captive refusing to be caught so easily. C'mon… Gaika thought, C'mon…

Click.

"Yes!" Gaika yelled, punching the air with her fist. "Yes yes yes yes yes!"
A startled Wingull, squawking in annoyance, took flight at the sound.

Silencing herself, the girl picked up the now full ball and threw it.

The Pokemon burst out, barking. Then it saw Gaika and cocked it's head.

"Hello." It's new trainer said, holding out her hand. It took a step foreword, then another, and haltingly sniffed the outstretched palm. Then, with a happy bark, leapt at her.

A few minutes later, Gaika was out again, this time with her Poochyana instead of a Zigzagoon by her side. "Poochy, Poochyana." Said the Pokemon, it's eyes turned earnestly up at it's new friends face. Already, she could understand the Pokemon, just by looking into those big, expressive eyes.

"Oy!"

The voice came from a patch of grass a little to the companion's left. "You there! Who are you?"

A boy in a yellow jacket and red vest jumped out, a Pokeball clutched tight in one hand.

"I'm Gaika," the girl said, taken aback. "Um, who are you?"

"I'm Philip." He answered, glaring at her between dark brown bangs. "And you'd better be ready to battle!"

It's a clichéd ending, but feh. I'm tired and I'm sick, so leave off. In the next chapter, I'll do my best for the battle, but it might not turn out too well.