Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own Pokemon or anything related to it. The only thing that is mine are my characters.

Kiya sat down on a barstool chair and crossed her arms and legs as she stared at the kid she had to watch over. The said kid was nervously looking at his surroundings as if afraid something would leap out and hurt him.

But one could easily tell he was amazed at the sheer size of the room. It was something along the size of a penthouse suite, not that he'd ever been in one. His golden eyes were wide as he stared.

"Close your mouth kid. You're drooling on the carpet." Kiya said suddenly and raised an eyebrow when he jumped and turned her way. He gave a hasty bow of apology and whispered something that she barely caught as an apology, making Kiya smirk.

"Hey, come here kid," She motioned for him to stand in front of him and held back a laugh as she saw him hesitate, "No, I won't bite your head off."

Still hesitant he walked towards her and stood there like a frightened Stantler. Now began the questions.

"How old are you kid?" She asked though she was already guessing he was at least 7-8. For the first time she saw him smile as he brought up his fingers and counted them off. He held up 7 fingers and grinned with pride.

"Hmm. Thought so. Whats your name?" His grin quickly fell because of her lack of praise. He opened his mouth to say his name, but she interrupted him.

"Never mind. From now on, your name is Wes. Got it?" His frightened look returned as he nodded quickly. Kiya was quiet for a few moments, thinking.

He's too submissive. I'll have to change that. But...

She shook her head quickly, not wanting to delve into her memories. She leaned forward and put both her hands on his shoulders before using her right hand to pluck the chain she saw earlier off him and used her other hand to keep Wes down when he tried to jump up to get it back.

Her teal colored eyes glided down the chain and stopped at the sight of two red and white orbs. Her gaze quickly shifted towards the now fighting Wes.

"Pokeballs." She whispered. Those were quite rare.

With an simple looking flip of her wrist she made the pokeballs bounce up and caught them in her palm.

"Well now, lets see who you are." She muttered and threw the balls up in the air and let go of the chain as well. The red and white balls enlarged until they were the size of her fist and opened, spilling their contents in a shower of white light. Her grip on Wes loosened as she felt him calm down a bit.

Standing there were two Eevees. Kiya's eyebrows rose in mild surprise at the site of such rare pokemon. Wes saw his chance and broke out of her loosened grip, running to stand in front of his two eevee. The mere sight of this made Kiya want to burst out with laughter.

Wes stood in front of the two eevee with his arms outstretched and a bad attempt at a glare. She got off of the barstool and began to walk slowly towards him. She stopped right in front of him and looked down, still trying to hold back her laughter at his ineffective glare. Kneeling down in front of him she calmly and gently put her hand on his shoulder.

"I'm not going to hurt you or your eevees okay?" She said and gave the nicest smile she could. Slowly Wes lowered his arms and, seeing the sincerity in her eyes, nodded.

In her mind she was berating herself, this wasn't like her. Showing kindness to another. She knew Jyro, Volcun, Khoas, and Elyn would die of laughter watching her like this. Not to mention her own pokemon.

She stood back up, her hand still on Wes' shoulder, and looked at his eevee.

What have I gotten myself into? She gave a small sigh.

"Come on. You can sleep in here until I find something better." She said and led him to her own room.

"Don't touch anything. Just get in the bed and go to sleep." She said. Strangely she felt older than she really was and felt quite jaded. Standing by the door she watched in silence as he climbed onto her bed and soon fell asleep, accompanied by the eevee.

Satisfied that he had really fallen asleep she walked towards her private little kitchen and absentmindedly took a cellphone that was centered on a counter. Sitting down on the same barstool as before and looked down at the phone, a smirk beginning to form on her face.

Flipping open the phone she dialed a number so fast that her finger seemed a blur. Holding it to her ear she continued to smirk as she waited for the other line to answer. Finally a deep rich voice answered.

"Hey, Volcun, let me talk to Khoas."

DK: Second chapter! Yes! R&R If you would. No flames please. Those other people mentioned should appear soon. Next chapter her pokemon will come up.

This story takes place about 9 years before the beginning of the game. I'm guessing he's about 16 during the game and so is 7 at the beginning of this fanfic.