Giovanni Rocketto pinches the bridge of his nose in an attempt to stave off the headache he could already feel forming beneath his temples. A vanilla folder sits innocently on his mahogany desk. He already knew the contents the folder would hold, he got one almost weekly now. And as the Rocket Boss he had to read every report sent to him, even the annoying ones.

Jessie and James, and he supposed Meowth also, had become obsessed with a trainer named Gary and his Growlithe; a Growlithe they promised that was more powerful than the run of the mill puppy pokemon. Giovanni honestly had no problem with one of his weakest team units making themselves scarce. He was only growing annoyed with their constant contact with him.

Inhaling through his nose, Giovanni's dark brown eyes begin to skim over the documents. The hand writing was slightly shaky, leading Giovanni to believe it was Meowth that was writing the reports the team sent to him. What an annoying pokemon. While it was true Giovanni was a collector of rare and valuable things, and a talking pokemon most certainly fit that bill, the cat just grates on his nerves. He didn't like listening to the feline speak to him, his voice was like nails down a chalkboard to his sensitive ears. And besides, Giovanni already has a Persian, the evolved form of Meowth. Glancing towards the large cat peacefully sleeping on its' bed, Giovanni still marvels at the usual coloring marking his Persian as a shiny. Which to him meant more than Meowth's ability to talk.

Returning his gaze to the papers, the Rocket Leader flicks a piece of lint off of his expensive orange suit. While the Growlithe did seem powerful, it didn't have anything that made it stand out from the rest of its kind. He honestly would be more impressed if the trio managed to snag him a Vulpix. The vulpine pokemon was always a favorite of his, before he obtained Persian that is. Ninetails was majestic in battle, the fire type a truly breathtaking pokemon. It could also be because he was partial to cat-like pokemon.

Massaging his temples, Giovanni is not surprised when the report ends in their failure, the team stating they would try harder to get the puppy for him. He snorts. The day those three impressed him would be the day Grumpig flew.

Glaring at the sudden knocking on his door, the Team Rocket Boss calls out a sharp 'come in.'

A meek underling nervously steps into his office, the younger criminal's eyes frantically scanning the area. Giovanni smirks, his employees still fear him. "Giovanni, sir…"

Sharply waving his hand in the air, the Italian glares at the grunt, who was sweating profusely by now. "What?"

"The researches over on New Island called. They told me to tell you 'It's ready.'"

Smirking, Giovanni stands from his high backed chair. His experiment was finally ready.

Sabrina's long elegant fingers gently stroke through the blue hair that belongs to the small girl sitting pristinely on her lap. The girl was a doll Sabrina had made a few years ago when the loneliness began to infest her mind, crying with need of companionship. Sabrina's mind wasn't on that topic however, her thoughts rest solely on the newly awakened Aura Guardian she could feel in the next town over. It was jarring to the Psychic Gym Leader. From her studies there has not been an Aura Guardian since the time of Sir Aaron.

It was well known that natural psychics like her and Aura Guardians were close allies in the old days. Sabrina's feelings were conflicted on this matter. If she were to follow history it would mean that she had to be civil and open to this new Guardian. She has not even had a proper conversation with another human since she began cultivating her powers. Making her mind up, Sabrina decides to keep this new aura user as a toy for Sabra, her life-like doll. She studiously ignores the hope of meeting someone who could understand her. Her mother could use a companion anyways.

Sabra beams brightly down at her lap. Every feeling Sabrina has she would feel also. She could feel her hope and need for companionship. Sabra, while only a doll, has managed to grasp the basic forms of free thought. Though she only supposed she could do this because she was there to help Sabrina in whatever way she could. Sabra makes up her mind. She would make this new mysterious player be friends with her Sabrina. The thought causes her to burst into a peal of giggles.

A small ebony haired boy sits underneath a giant Oran Berry Tree. His team was joyfully playing around the small lake on the outskirts of route 11.

Amber eyes gaze happily over his friends before closing, long eyelashes gently kissing scarred cheeks. Concentrating on clearing his mind, Ash begins to mentally go over what he has learned in his aura training so far. Being able to communicate with pokemon was a basic skill all Aura Guardians were born with. From what he could tell from the lessons slowly being unlocked inside of him most Guardians received a Riolu or Lucario to help them in their journeys in controlling their aura. Ash had the disadvantage of not living in the Sinnoh Region where they were native to, which meant Ash didn't have the additional help to control his Aura.

Sighing, nothing heavier then a gentle huff of air, Ash continues to view Arceus' lessons. While talking to and understanding pokemon was the basic gift in being an Aura Guardian, the second one was also ingrained and did not have to be learned. He was immune from psychic power. Whether it be pokemon or human. A thought Ash did not find as odd as he supposed it should be. It was common knowledge that the gym leader of Saffron City was a natural psychic. Something he had feared when it came to battling her. Sabrina was known to be tough, one of the tougher gym leaders to beat. Many trainers saved her for their seventh gym badge, seeing as you had to have seven to challenge the Viridian City Gym. It was speculated that Sabrina read the minds of her challengers in battle, but with no way to prove it there was nothing that the League could do.

The third ability, and the one the petite trainer was currently working on, was the ability to read emotions. There was no helpful tips when it came to this. Ash didn't know if they would present themselves in the form of colors or if he would be able to feel other's emotions as his own. It was all beginning to grow very vexing to the young Guardian.

Concentrating on the blue energy that Ash knew was his aura, he slowly opens his eyes and looks towards his pokemon. Trying to force his aura to show him their emotions, Ash begins to sweat lightly along his hairline, his breath becoming labored. After several minutes Ash lets go of his aura, bringing his tanned hand up to rub between his eyes. He didn't know what he was doing wrong. Or what to do period. This was one of those lessons that Arceus was making him learn for himself, the sadist.

Grumpily pouting, the petite trainer crosses his arms across his chest and watches his pokemon. Bulbasaur, bless his heart, was battling Charmeleon. The grass pokemon had begged the fire type for a match until the lizard had eventually agreed. Charmeleon was scared that he would hurt Bulbasaur and he knew Ash wasn't at the point in his training that he could heal them without trouble.

Eevee and Pikachu were cheering their brothers on while Wartortle was laid out in his back in the water, happily soaking up the sun's rays.

A small smile steals across Ash's slightly rounded face. When he was young, and before meeting Pikachu, Ash never dreamed that he would have so many people to love and care for. While Ash could have tried to make friends that didn't care about the rumors Gary spread, the truth was being around other humans that he didn't know or that weren't professionals made him uncomfortable. His mom had told him it was probably due to him being introverted as well as a form of social anxiety. Ash just didn't like being around people. Pokemon were fine though. It confused Ash, but he wasn't going to dwell on it.

The only bad thing was that if he continued on his journey, which he was defiantly going to do, he would be forced to deal with being around big groups of people. He was calm when it came to knowing he would face off against Team Rocket, the group consisting of criminals that he had vowed to take down, but he was nervous for when it came to having to battle trainers in the Indigo League. There would be hundreds of people at places like those. Hundreds of people that would stare at him, talk to him, maybe even attempt to touch him. It made his heart race. He could deal with some people if there was only one or two, but a whole group of them was enough to make the ten year old panic.

Breathing deeply through his nose, Ash clears his head of his thoughts. He wouldn't have to worry about that for a while now.

Twisting around in his sitting position, Ash gently grabs the incubator containing the unborn member of his family. Deftly unscrewing the top, Ash carefully lifts the egg from its resting place. The large baby blue egg felt warm against his skin, a sign the egg could be preparing to hatch. Caressing the smooth shell, Ash pours a tiny bit of his aura into the egg, just enough to show the unborn baby that it was safe and would come to no harm.

He was shocked when he felt a gentle, barely there push against his own skin. Just strong enough to be felt before fading away again. Staring down in surprise, the young Aura Guardian suddenly beams. This baby was going to be powerful.

Night has fallen, the moonlight casting a faint glow across the clearing they were camping in. Eevee, Wartortle, Charmeleon, and Bulbasaur were already steadfastly fast asleep, curled up in a pile around each other.

Pikachu and Ash sit beside the lake, Ash's amber eyes glaring morosely at the reflected moon on the water's surface.

"Nurse Joy said to go to the Pokemon House before heading to the Pokemon Tower. I know I should take her advice, but I'm nervous about being around so many people."

Pikachu, who was leaning into his friend's side, felt his ears twitch in sympathy. "I know Pikapi. But you have been so good about being around others lately. I know it's only been either professionals or some random trainer, but you are doing so much better than you used to. Remember when you couldn't even go to Professor Oak's with mom without having a panic attack? Now look at you!"

Ash beams down at his yellow companion. It was true. Just being around people that weren't his mom made him a nervous wreck. However, with the help of his then Pichu, Ash slowly was able to handle being around others. Something Delia would forever be thankful towards the electric mouse for.

"I know Pikachu. It's just… With everything happening so fast lately I haven't had time to process it. But now that I have had time to think about it, it's just starting to worry me." Ash finishes his sentence in a defeated tone, self-disgust coating his words.

Scowling, the yellow mouse sends a tiny jolt of electricity at his trainer. Not enough to be painful but enough to catch his attention. "Now you listen here Ash. I, and all the rest of the team, have faith in you. We have all put in our best. We have all trained hard under you. We have done everything you have asked of us. We have all grown strong. And we are not the only ones who have grown strong. You have too Ash. Both mentally and psychically. You are an amazing trainer. I know social anxiety is not something you can just miraculously beat, but you have all of us by your side. We will never let anything happen to you. You just have to trust us." Pikachu finishes his speech, his tiny fist waving wildly in the air and his chest rising and falling heavily. He meant every word that he had said to Ash. He, and all of Ash's pokemon, counted on him to be strong and help them become strong. They would support Ash in whatever way they could.

Looking down at his longest friend, amber eyes begin to fill with tears. He knew his team loved him, but knowing just exactly what they thought of him was heartwarming. Ash picks up his starter and presses his wet face into the soft fur. "Thank you. Thank you so much Pikachu."

Pikachu softly cards his paws through the silken hair of his trainer. "Of course, Pikapi. We love you. Forever."

"Forever." Is Ash's wet reply.

Ash enters the Pokemon House with Pikachu on his left shoulder and Eevee cuddled up in his arms. Pikachu had decided early that morning that the two should be the ones to accompany their trainer; Eevee because the smaller pokemon would give Ash something to do with his hands and Pikachu because he has a phobia of pokeballs.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" Ash calls out, glancing around the airy open space. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

A small girl, with her light red hair pulled up into two puffy pig tails, opens a door from the back of the room. "Hello. Did you call?"

"Yes. My name is Ash Ketchum. Nurse Joy told me I needed to visit here before I went to the Pokemon Tower." Ash replies, gently scratching Eevee under his chin.

The small girl nods. "Do you know what this place is?"

Ash sadly shakes his head. He has never come across this place in any of his readings. One of the reasons coming here had freaked him out so bad. He was used to knowing things. He had studied extensively before his journey, his eidetic memory allowing him to retain all knowledge he learned.

The pale girl, sensing the unease of the other, gives him a gentle smile. "This is the place where orphaned or abandoned pokemon are taken care of."

"Abandoned pokemon?" Ash didn't like the sound of that. It reminded him too much of his precious Charmeleon and his previous trainer Damien. Ash was pleased when Professor Oak had told him Damien had be taken into custody, his pokemon confiscated, and was currently going through a rehabilitation course.

The red head nods her head glumly. "Yes. Follow me and I'll show you."

Following the girl back through the door she had previously entered through, Ash's amber eyes gaze sorrowfully at all of the pokemon being taken care of. "I didn't realize there was so many abandoned pokemon."

"Yes. This is actually Mr. Fuji's house. He remodeled it like this so that there would be facilities to take care of the pokemon. So many people here love him and what he does that they volunteer here to help him out. I'm actually a volunteer. My name is Rhana."

Giving Rhana a small grin, Ash glances over at the pokemon. "I want to meet him and tell him how much I respect him for all that he does."

Rhana's brown eyes become downcast. "That's just it, nobody-"

Her sentence is cut off when a man suddenly throws open the door, causing Ash to jump. "I know where Mr. Fuji is! Someone saw him go into the Pokemon Tower!"

Another lady, who was rubbing aloe vera into an Oddish's leaves, sneers. "And I bet Team Rocket is the reason he can't get out."

"Team Rocket?"

"Yeah, I hear that they are stationed in the Pokemon Tower. I bet Mr. Fuji went there to convince them to leave the pokemon there in peace."

Ash shares a look with Pikachu and Eevee. The trio were all thinking the same thing.

Walking through the levels of the Pokemon Tower, Ash is surprised that they haven't come across any members of Team Rocket yet.

"I would have thought that they would have popped up by now."

Charmeleon, who was using his tail fire to lead the way, snorts. "You know these types Ash, they're cowards. I wouldn't doubt if they were all holed up in the top level."

"You're probably right as usual Charmeleon. Those cowards probably didn't want to deal with whatever ghost pokemon are floating around and made it to where it is relatively ghost free."

If there was one thing Ash couldn't stand it was a coward. And Team Rocket seemed to be only composed of cowards. They hid behind their own pokemon while stealing pokemon from others because they were too lazy to get their own. It was sickening. It made Ash nauseated to his stomach thinking about all the pokemon that were terrified for their lives and that missed their trainers. Team Rocket would pay.

"Well, we are on Level 5 now, the top level is Level 6, so once we head up those stairs I want all of you to be ready for battle."

Pikachu, who had been nervously darting his black eyes around the creepy tower, nods his head resolutely. "Of course Pikapi. We are going to show those hooligans why they shouldn't be so cruel."

Reaching up to rub Pikachu between his furry ears, Ash smiles at the bravery of the small electric type. The petite trainer knew Pikachu hated ghosts, evident in the way his small body would momentarily freeze at every shift of a shadow, but he bravely held his small head high.

Ascending the final level of stairs, the petite trainer sneers in disgust. Three Team Rocket members were lazing about, an older gentleman, who Ash assumed to be Mr. Fuji, was tightly bound with duct tape placed over his mouth. By the gaunt appearance of the man Ash knew Team Rocket wasn't playing good host to him.

"What a pathetic group of cowards." Ash's voice is dripping with disdain. These were the monsters that had hurt Marowak?

A green haired member jumps to his feet, swiftly followed by his two cohorts. "Who are you, kid?"

Tilting his chin higher and standing his ground, the amber eyed trainer glares at the three. "My name is Ash Ketchum and I'm here to stop you."

The green haired trainer blinks in shock before his entire body is overpowered with mirth. "Haha, like a wimpy trainer like you could do anything. A Pikachu, Charmeleon and Eevee? Ha! You don't stand a chance!"

Gritting his teeth in frustration, Ash grabs the bill of his hat and yanks it to face the back of his head. "Then battle me!"

Grinning maliciously, the trainer unclips three balls from his belt; chuckling darkly when his two companions follow suit. "Go! Pokeballs!"

Standing in front of Ash is three Zubat, a Raticate, three Koffing, a Rattata, and a Weezing.

Glaring at the cheating trio, Ash releases Wartortle and Bulbasaur. He might be at a disadvantage in numbers, but his pokemon were specially trained.

"I can't thank you enough young man. Without you who knows what could have happened to me. Or this town. I know Team Rocket was poaching the pokemon around us too, but now that you have trounced them so thoroughly they might not come back."

Ash awkwardly scratches the back of his head, not knowing what to do in the situation he has been placed in. Mr. Fuji was excited at the defeat of Team Rocket and has been praising the young trainer for a while now.

"Oh, I know you probably are done listening to this old man pander on. I was thinking on how I could repay you," he effortlessly ignores Ash's yelped protest, "and now that I have seen how deep and wonderful your bond is with your pokemon I want to give you this."

Mr. Fuji slides over a small box. Ash, not wanting to insult the old man and genuinely curious, opens the lid. In the box were two stones. One bigger than the other but both were oddly colored. He has never seen anything like them before.

"I know you're probably curious as to what these are. Well, I can tell you that you won't be finding out for a while. I suggest you keep them on you. Though you won't be able to use them for at least a few years, when the time comes at least you will have them."

Ash opens his mouth in order to politely deny the gift but the old man wasn't falling for it. "Nope. They are yours now. I don't need them. Also, I would give you flute but seeing as some kid named something or other took my last one I want to gift you with a pokemon."

Amber eyes widen, tanned hands waving fanatically in front of the wrinkled older man. Said man only smiles crookedly at the youth.

"There is no use in denying me." Pulling a pokeball from the inside of his coat pocket, Mr. Fuji drops it into Ash's startled hands. "You will be facing Sabrina next, right? This pokemon is a ghost type and should be able to help in the gym. I just caught it before Team Rocket captured me, he was causing mischief in the lower levels of the Tower."

Looking down at the pokeball laying innocently in his hands, Ash groans. "Of course Mr. Fuji. Thank you."

Mr. Fuji grins at the young trainer. "Of course Ash. Run along now. It is a couple days walk to Saffron City."

Sliding the wooden box into a pocket of his backpack and clipping the newly acquired pokemon to his belt, Ash waves goodbye to the old man.

Mr. Fuji's eyes trail after the young man. He shared such a deep bond with his pokemon. He knew if anyone would be able to tame the pokemon he gifted him as well as figure out the secret to the stones, it would be him. He had faith that the ebony haired youth would do him proud.

Ash and his team sit in a small circle eating their respected lunches. While in Lavender Town Nurse Joy had allowed the young trainer access to the kitchens so he was able to cook enough pokemon food to last a few weeks.

"Ash, why haven't you let out the new pokemon that old man gave you?" Wartortle asks his trainer curiously. Pikachu had informed the entire group of the exchange between the two and they were curious to who their new team member was.

Shrugging uncomfortably, Ash picks at his food. "I just feel like I'm cheating the pokemon. They probably didn't even want to get captured and now here they are. Getting forced on a journey with me."

Bulbasaur snorts before using a vine to gently thump Ash upside the head. "Please Ash. We all know that if the pokemon doesn't want to go on the journey with us you will let it go."

"Yeah. If there is one thing we have all learned it is that you will never do something that you know we wouldn't want." Charmeleon says resolutely. His trainer was truly a blessing. Charmeleon knew that if Ash was different or if he had a different trainer his attitude would have changed greatly upon evolving. His need to prove himself would have grown and festered until he became someone no trainer or pokemon would want to be around. But Ash, kind, sweet, gentle, Ash showered Charmeleon with affection and helped him become stronger. He was a great leader.

"Yeah! So let out our possible newest family member! I want to meet 'em!" Eevee exclaims excitably, jumping around with food still hanging from his mouth.

Scrunching his nose in disgust at the display, Pikachu uses a weak thundershock on the fox-like pokemon.

Eevee glares at the electric mouse but doesn't retaliate. It was know between all the pokemon that Pikachu was the strongest on the team.

"Fine, Fine! If it will get all of you to stop complaining." Though his words sound rough, the teasing note dissipates any hard feelings.

Unclipping the ball from his belt, and nervously casting his friends a glance, Ash tosses the Pokeball into the middle of the group. A 4'11 purple ghost type pokemon emerges from the ball blinking its' red eyes in confusion. Looking around, the ghost immediately spots the only human. "How dare you, human, catch me! The amazingly handsome and dashingly powerful Gengar!"

All of Ash's team freeze in shock before howling in amusement. The way Gengar had used his stubby arms to throw the most dramatic poses was enough to make them cry.

Ash could only look on in shock.

"Answer me human, and equally as delusional pokemon! What makes you think someone as majestic as myself would be captured?"

Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Ash could only hope this didn't end in an unfair five on one fight. His friends hated when someone insults them, they loathed when someone insults their trainer.

Gengar groans in bliss, happily stuffing his face with more of the pokemon food Ash had given him. After a bit of a rough start, and a surprisingly hot ember to the butt, Gengar and the rest of the team had come to an understanding. Ash, who Gengar thought was too little for his age, had patiently explained what had happened and how he came to possess the pokeball that held the ghost type. The other pokemon stood behind their trainer, glowering and giving off a very 'mess with our trainer and we will rearrange your face' type vibe. If there was one thing the purple pokemon knew it was not to piss off so many different pokemon at once.

So he had listened to the amber eyed trainer. He had given Gengar the chance to leave, as well as explaining what would be expected of him if he stayed. He likes the kid's spunk. It didn't hurt that his other pokemon were shinning with health and, thanks to his ghost type powers, were stronger than the average one of their species. And they all had a drive to prove themselves. Gengar knew they would go far. It was why he decided to stay with the kid, for now. If he proved that he couldn't handle his awesomeness then he would leave.

"I've got to say kid, this is some of the best stuff I have ever tasted!" Gengar meant it too.

Ash chuckles awkwardly, using his right hand to sheepishly scratch against his cheek. "Well, I wanted to be able to take care of any pokemon that joined me on my journey. Plus I love food."

Red eyes glance down towards the plate holding three sandwiches sitting pristinely in the kid's lap. He wasn't kidding. For a scrawny little fella he sure could put a lot away. "Heh. You aren't too bad kid."

Pikachu, who was silently watching the exchange with the rest of the team, took that moment to speak up. "You say that now. Just wait until tomorrow when he starts training with you. After he adds those weights you'll feel like dying."

Snorting, Charmeleon glances towards his own weights innocently resting by the base of the tree. Ash did not joke around when it came to training. After evolving the trainer upped the weights twenty pounds. The red lizard Pokémon's muscles were still aching. It was a sentiment the entire group shared.

"Awe. It can't be that bad. Maybe you just can't handle the pressure. But don't worry about me, my muscles bulge and I am incredibly amazing." Gengar takes the moment to flex his stubby arms.

Coughing to cover his laugh, Wartortle grins maliciously. He could not wait for the loud mouth ghost type to be forced to eat his own words. The turtle pokemon knew personally how much like hell it felt to have a weight strapped around your body, making it more difficult to move. It was what was making him faster; especially when the weights came off.

"I can't wait to see all that big talk be put to the test tomorrow. I know Ash was planning on heading to the gym tomorrow, but the week we are taking off to make you catch up with us will be more than worth it." If the other pokemon agreed with Bulbasaur they didn't show it. Though they were a lot better at hiding their masochistic tendencies. Bulbasaur was also thankful for the week long extra training session because it would give him more time to battle Charmeleon. While the grass type knew he could never build an immunity towards the other, he was getting better at being able to handle the heat exerted from a flamethrower.

Ash, who was stroking Eevee's fur with a combing brush, jolts slightly. Twisting around to reach into his backpack, the ten year old pulls out the red Pokedex Professor Oak had given to him.

"I completely forgot about this! It slipped my mind because I already know the basics of your species that I never thought to scan you. Plus Professor Oak gave Dexter an update. Do you guys mind if I scan you?"

All of his pokemon, including Gengar, nod in agreement. They were curious about the new update.

Throwing a dimpled smile towards his team, Ash pointed the Pokedex at Pikachu first.

Pikachu the electric mouse pokemon. It can generate electric attacks from the pouches located on its' cheeks.

Level: 47

Ability: Static with the hidden ability Lightning Rod.

Moves known: Tail whip, Thundershock, Growl, Quick Attack, Thunder Wave, Feint, Double Team, Spark, Discharge, Slam, Thunderbolt, Iron Tail, Agility.

This Pokemon has the Egg Move Focus Punch that has not been unlocked yet.

"Wow Pikachu! I didn't know you had an egg move! That will be awesome in battle later!"

Pikachu only smirks at his longtime friend.

Grinning in excitement, Ash scans Eevee next.

Eevee the Evolution Pokemon. This Pokemon can evolve into a variety of different types.

Level: 39

Ability: Adaptability with the hidden ability Anticipation.

Moves known: Dark Pulse, Growl, Tackle, Tail Whip, Sand Attack, Helping Hand, Swift, Quick Attack, Double Edge, Take Down, Baton Pass, Body Slam, Headbutt, and Shadow Ball.

This Pokemon has the Egg Move Curse that has not been unlocked yet.

"I'm almost caught up to your level Pikachu!" Eevee shouts, bouncing around happily.

Rolling his eyes in fond amusement, Pikachu flicks his tail slightly at the younger Pokemon.

Watching the display fondly, the trainer points Dexter at Charmeleon next.

Charmeleon the flame pokemon. This pokemon is known for its love to battle. If the flame goes out on its tail it will die.

Level: 31

Ability: Blaze and the hidden ability Solar Power

Moves known: Ember, Growl, Scratch, Smokescreen, Dragon Rage, Scary Face, Fire Fang, Flame Blast, Bite, Metal Claw, Dragon Pulse, Dragon Claw, Flamethrower, Protect.

This Pokemon has the Egg Move Focus Punch which it has not unlocked yet.

Softly smiling at the pleased look on the fire type's face, Ash quickly moves onto Wartortle.

Wartortle the Turtle Pokemon. This Pokemon has a tough shell that it can retreat into to help lessen the effects of attacks.

Level: 29

Ability: Torrent with the hidden ability Rain Dish

Moves known: Tackle, Tail Whip, Water Gun, Withdraw, Bubble, Bite, Rapid Spin, Protect, Water Pulse, Rain Dance, Hidden Power.

This Pokemon has the Egg Move Mirror Coat that has not been unlocked yet.

Nodding his head in approval, Ash points his Pokedex at Bulbasaur.

Bulbasaur the Seed Pokemon. This Pokemon has a giant bulb on its' back that it can use to release different types of powders and aromas.

Level: 24

Ability: Overgrow with the Hidden ability Chlorophyll.

Moves Known: Tackle, Growl, Leech Seed, Vine Whip, Poison Powder, Sleep Powder, Take Down, Razor Leaf, Sweet Scent, growth, Bind, Endure, Giga Drain, Protect, Solar Beam.

This Pokemon has the Egg Move Charm that has not been unlocked yet.

Beaming at his toughest member, Ash moves onto his newest.

Gengar the Shadow Pokemon. If this Pokemon is close by you will feel a chill run down your back. It is known to play pranks.

Level: 31

Ability: Levitate

Moves Known: Hypnosis, Lick, Spite, Mean Look, Night Shade, Confuse Ray.

This Pokemon has the Egg Move Fire Punch that has not been unlocked yet.

"Okay, so you all have a pretty good move pool. But by the time we are done with this weak I want you, Gengar, to have learned some more moves. Your pool is too shallow. We do not want that to be taken advantage of. Everyone else, it is grinding time. We are upping weights and really going to put all of our effort into this!"

While the other pokemon cheered along with Ash, Gengar couldn't help but think of what he got himself into.

I'm sorry if it is kind of bad, I have spent a lot of time on it, but I kept getting distracted. Hopefully now that midterms are done with I can have more time to write and get stories up for yall. As always, review and lemme know what you think.

Love you, my lovelies!