It took normal trainers two or three days to get to Viridian City from Pallet Town. Of course, since Tsuna was anything but normal, he ended up taking a week.

Route 1 should not take that long to get through. It shouldn't. It really shouldn't. It wasn't like Tsuna was bumping into trainers left and right. Pallet Town was a small town with little people and there was barely anyone in sight. The road wasn't even that hard. Yeah, it was big but Tsuna could read a map and it was pretty straightforward.

On the first day, it was okay. A little awkward but okay. None of his Pokémon wanted to go inside their PokéBalls and Tsuna had given up after Dante tried biting his. Ah, right. The nicknames. That was a whole different story.

"So, erm, it's kind of weird to keep calling you guys by your Pokémon names and everything, I think," Tsuna said, spreading a small blanket under a tree. The egg that had rolled in its intubation container to follow Tsuna out the lab—he didn't know, Prof. Lal Mirch didn't know, and Colonnello was even more lost on how that worked; it just did—was safe in his orange backpack. "And I hope we become good friends so…I can give you nicknames?"

Charmander flexed his arm and beat his chest. "Char! Charmander!"

"Oh, you want to be called Dante?" Tsuna scratched his cheek. That seemed a little much but he was never good with names, so who was he to judge? "That's…cool."

Sparkles somehow sprouted around Dante's head as he leapt into Tsuna's arms, cooing and rubbing his head against Tsuna's white shirt. Tsuna smiled despite himself and hoisted Dante more comfortably in his arms. Even if his situation was weird, the Pokémons were really cute.

Squirtle tapped his shoulder. "Squirtle. Squirt, squirt."

"Mira? That sounds pretty." Tsuna chuckled sheepishly. "Sorry, I didn't know you were a girl."

Squirtle just smiled. "Squirtle, Squirtle."

Tsuna grunted when she plopped down on his lap and made herself comfy, ignoring Dante's indignant shouts. Bulbasaur sauntered over, blinking lazily up at Tsuna. Two vine whips shot out from its bulb, grabbed Mira and Dante, and tossed them aside. Their cries faded in the distance while Tsuna just gaped. He blinked when Bulbasaur walked onto his lap and laid down, already dozing off.

"Saur."

Tsuna smiled shakily. "Bacchus. Okay…"

Mira and Dante ran over and started screaming at Bacchus who was already sleeping. Tsuna just covered his ears. "Why can't you guys just be friends?"

Sadly, his words fell on deaf ears.

The second day turned into a shitfest as soon as it started.

Pidgeys, Spearows, and Rattatas popped up left and right, holding onto Tsuna like a lifeline. He was also pretty sure he saw some Pikachus but didn't pay too much attention because he just had to get away.

"I'm sorry I can't take all of you!" he said, running through some tall grass. "I only have three PokéBalls!"

He screamed when a Spearow tried to perch on top of his head until Mira spewed Water Gun to smack it away. Dante burned anything that got close and Bacchus whipped the others away from Tsuna's arms, the lazy fuck. Sorry, but he was pretty heavy and Tsuna was a twig, okay?

At the end of the day, he caught a Pidgey because he thought it was customary to have a Flying-type. The Pidgey called himself Ace. Tsuna called himself unfortunate.

The third day wasn't any different. What was the point?

On the fourth day, Tsuna somehow ended up at the beginning of Route 1 and proceeded to smack his head against a nearby tree. He could barely get a hit in before Bacchus pulled him away with his vines.

Bacchus ended up carrying Tsuna to prevent him from harming himself. Tsuna just blankly watched Embers and Water Guns light up the skies, targeting all the Pidgeys and Spearows that came down. Ace had the honorary spot of perching himself on Tsuna's stomach and shouting orders at the others on where to shoot.

In retrospect, this was good training. However, Tsuna didn't care.

He just wanted to go home.

On the fifth day, Tsuna had his first Pokémon battle—if you could call it that. It was with some guy from someplace that Tsuna forgot the name of because he was more focused on getting the trainer's Caterpie off of his leg and preventing his own Pokémon from committing murder.

"Um, she doesn't like it when you try to sing her to sleep," Tsuna said, scratching the back of his head. "And, erm, she doesn't like your cooking, too." Caterpie nodded from the side, making her trainer stare at both of them in bewilderment. "Oh, and don't forget to—Dante, I saw that. Don't do that, please. What was I saying again? Um, yeah. Don't forget to call your mom. I think that's everything."

Caterpie pulled something similar to a smile and cooed at Tsuna, her eyes closed in delight. Tsuna laughed. "Really?"

Caterpie murmured something else that had Tsuna going pale and his Pokémon glaring daggers at her.

"Um…I can't take you with me." He bowed deeply. "I'm sorry!"

Ace flapped his wings to conjure Gust and counter Caterpie's sudden String Shot. Tsuna somehow hauled his Pokémons up in his arms and made a run for it.

"I'm sorry!"

The other trainer was still wondering what the fuck just happened.

The sixth day came and Tsuna decided to stay in his sleeping bag all day. Dante and Mira snuggled up on his sides with Bacchus snoozing on his stomach and Ace sleeping in his hair.

It was nice until a Rattata became the unfortunate victim to Dante's Ember. Tsuna hit the road after patching up the poor Pokémon and sneaking off. He might as well throw away the rest of his PokéBalls. The thought vanished when a flock of Spearows appeared overhead. He just dove behind a bush and let his Pokémon do what they had to.

He really wanted to go home.

On the seventh day, Tsuna saw the sign for Viridian City and almost cried. His beacon of light grew even closer until he finally stepped inside the beautiful city. He breathed in the morning air and sighed. Finally.

All that happiness was literally slapped out of him when some Magikarp leapt out of a nearby pond and crashed into his face. Tsuna could only stare in horror when an empty PokéBall rolled out of his bag and tapped the orange fish.

"No!"

"Char!"

"Squirtle! Squirt!"

"Saur…"

Ace just screeched.

A/N Poor Tsuna. :^D Also, I suck with names.

Thank you for reading! I hope to see you again in the next chapter.

Have a lovely day~

Little Miss Bunny