Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon gosh darn it!

Authors Note: Yes, I'm redoing the first chapter because it was um… well… noobish. Yeah, so here we go, new chapter… NOW!

"Honey?" my mom asked tentatively as she opened up the bathroom door. She backed out, startled when she saw what I was doing. It wasn't bad, nothing embarrassing like pretending to have a Pokémon battle in my boxers or anything… haha…ha…yeahhhh. I finished brushing my teeth with my dratini toothbrush and my dratini toothpaste. I like dratini. I started towards bed with one thought in my head. Tomorrow, my Pokémon journey would finally start. I crawled underneath my dratini blanket and drifted off to sleep.

"Oh oh oh oh, I'm unbeatable!"

"Who are you," I asked the black haired boy who was singing the song. A Pikachu sat on his shoulder, an evil glint in his eye whilst the boy had a blank stare.

"Looking down this endless highway. Nothing but my friends beside me. We'll never give in. We'll never rest. Advanced battle is the ultimate test!" he sang, his lips moving but no emotion whatsoever on his face. I shrank away from the boy, who was obviously delusional and quite possibly psycho. That… or the Pikachu was controlling him… As I thought this the boy turned to me and started walking. I backed away and started to run but…

I started up in bed, panting. My face was glistening with sweat.

"The nightmare again," I thought. For weeks now, I had been having the same dream about an evil Pikachu that was in control of a boy. I shivered, remembering the boy's face as I lay back down in bed. Tomorrow, it would be better, I told myself. Tomorrow, I would start my pokemon journey.

I leapt out of bed, throwing my sheet and cover off. "Eh, what the heck, Mom's gonna have to make it because I'll be gone in the next hour"… That isassuming my mom hadn't forgotten to give me a Pokémon. I slid down the rail to the first floor and tumbled, very gracefully to the table. I popped up and grinned before frowning at my parent's expressions.

"What was that?" My dad scoffed.

"What was what?" I replied with an indignant look.

"That epic fall, that's what," my wonderful parental figure of the female species cut in.

"It wasn't that bad," I said. They gave me a look and I withered.

"No matter whether or not it was a flop, don't we have something more important to attend to?" I asked, hinting ever so slightly that I wanted to get this over with. They turned and looked at each other and sighed. "Well, Patrick, we um… thought that maybe you should wait. Before you go out on your journey, I mean."

"Nu-uh, Karen, do not bring me in to this. It was your idea!" my dad said furiously. She sighed and averted her eyes before continuing. "Well, we feel that…"

"You!" my dad said again.

My mother gritted her teeth. "Well, yes, I don't want my little boy to leave yet. You're too young!" she said, obviously trying to justify her own words.

I stood there in shock, not comprehendingher words. I stood there in shock, not comprehending her words.

A few rang out in my head.

Journey.

Wait.

Don't want.

Leave.

I took one look at my parent's faces, my dad looking sheepish and my mom with an indignant and angry face on. I turned and ran up to my room.

I pulled my shoes on first, then realized that I had yet to put on my pants. I tried to get my pants on while pulling on my shirt but all I succeeded in doing was getting my shirt stuck on my head, my pants stuck on my shoes and fell on my face. I cursed silently and muttered something about parents hearing my escape and eternal punishment. I got up and sorted out my clothes dilemma. I took one last look at the house I had grown up in, slipped the note I was leaving on the bed and dropped out the window.

I walked towards the road, looking back occasionally as if I expected someone to come running out towards me. There was no movement from the house, however, and I kept walking uninterrupted. After about a mile, I saw a plume of dust coming towards me, accompanied by several yowls. I squinted my eyes and saw through the dust. A rolling sphere was hurtling towards me, with several wild mankey slinging through the trees after it.

"Phanpy, phan phan!" the rolling circle said, once it had caught up to me. I had decided to take a short trip away from the scary scene, but of course, was caught. The blue and red elephant nudged me and yawned cutely in my face. I identified it as a phanpy and backed away from it, slowly. From what I had heard, these little things were trouble. The cute little… thing nudged me and looked at the one pokeball I had in my belt. I backed away quickly saying, "No, nononononon! I'm saving this for a shiny dratini!" I yelled at the phanpy. It gave me an incredulous look and nudged me some more. Of course by this time the mankey had gotten closer.

"Well, if I caught this, maybe I can show Mom that I'm a capable trainer and that I can handle it. Of course, the shiny dratini is good…" I made my decision and glanced at the oncoming mankey.

"Alright, mongrel, let's do this." The phanpy nodded and set itself. I pointed to the oncoming mankey horde. "Rollout!" The phanpy curled in a ball and started rolling like a… well, like a rock.

The mankeys yelped and scattered. Phanpy popped up and roared its victory to the heavens! "Phan." Okay, so what if it didn't roar. It was cool. I threw the pokeball at the red and blue elephant that willingly popped in.

"TAKE THAT MOM!"

I arrived at my house, panting from the exertion of running the equivalent of about a mile. Man, I need to get in shape. Anyway, I pushed open my door and found my house in a total state of panic. Chairs were overturned as if I was hiding underneath them and my mom was on the couch crying. "Mom?" I asked tentatively. When there was no reply or reprieve from the sobbing I asked a bit louder. "Mom?" My mother looked up, startled out of her sadness. She gave a little gasp when she saw my face and threw herself, sobbing, into my arms.

"Well, I don't know, honey. Even if you were able to catch a pokemon, how can we know that you can raise it?" My mom said, doubtfully. I had shown them phanpy and they had been decidedly impressed but mom wasn't too sure yet. Finally, after about ten minutes of badgering, she decided. "Fine. But call every day and make sure to brush your teeth." I gasped and gave my mom a hug, something I hadn't done in years. My dad grinned like he had been expecting this outcome all along and brought out a few items from the inside of his shirt. I groaned at the location of the items but took them anyway. In my hands were a well-worn pokedex, five pokeballs and best of all, a pokenav! I gasped and hugged him too. It eventually lapsed into a full-blown hug fest.

Phanpy and I walked down the road, singing "Forget You". Well, I was singing and phanpy was wincing at my off tune serenade. After one too many cries of (hopefully) exaggerated cries of pain I returned the little bugger. "Everyone's a critic," I muttered and kicked at a rock. Of course, I stubbed my toe and after much hopping around, I walked on, muttering about karma god rocks and overly critical elephants. A passing man looked at me strangely as he heard my rant and lowered his head before moving on, noticeably quicker than before.

After I had been walking for a mile or two, I caught a glimpse of my first wild pokemon. An aipom ran across my path, twittering happily. It looked up at me and instantly darted off. I ran after it, calling, "No! Don't run my friend, I only want to enslave you!"

I released phanpy, saying, "Go, my trusty pokemon!" Phanpy gave me a withering look and rolled towards the fleeing monkey, albeit slowly.

"Speed it up, phanpy!" I yelled at the turtle-like elephant as it crawled towards the aipom.

It sped up and slammed into the aipom. I threw my pokeball. It rolled around, clicking like a psychopath who thought he was a remote control and locked shut. I picked up the pokeball and held it reverently. Before I could celebrate however, a blonde kid punched me in the face.

He stood over my broken frame for a second before saying, "I wanted that aipom. I challenge you to a battle for it." I stood up, pokeball at the ready, while clutching my bleeding mouth.

"Phanpy. Use rollout!" I said, somewhat muffled by my bleeding mouth. The phanpy rolled towards the trainer, who quickly sent out a growlithe in defense. He countered with flame wheel and the two attacks collided. Flame met ground and an explosion occurred.

"Headbutt!" I yelled, watching in abject terror as my little pokemon gathered up its energy and smashed its head into the growlithe. It tumbled back as phanpy prepared a rollout attack without me asking him to. I watched in astonishment the powerful attack knocked the growlithe farther back than I expected it to. The growlithe had just started to use an ember attack and I… well, I froze. I was so scared that I would mess up; I didn't give phanpy an order. It looked at me as the fiery attacked approached, saw I wasn't doing anything and leapt into action. It picked up a large rock and then headbutted it. I watched in amazement as the elephant began to kick large rocks like they were soccer balls. Just as the attack came close to the fire puppy, however, it ran out of the way and loosed a flamethrower. I screamed as the fire type move descended on my phanpy and I. I smelled burning clothing and I blacked out.

I woke up in a red room, surrounded on all sides with rubber. The first thought that crossed my mind was, " Well, that's that. They finally put me I the psycho ward." The second was that there was a door. There wouldn't be a door in a psycho ward, so I walked out calmly. In the room I walked into, there was a warm feeling, with a pink haired woman sitting at a desk, with phanpy's pokeball next to her and a kid about my age next to her. I picked up my ball and was about to leave when I heard a voice call out, "You forgot your other pokeball!" Aipom was bouncing around next to her. I yelled out as ran to my monkey. I returned it and looked to the kid. He had stood up and extended his hand. "Jake Farr," He said, with a firm handshake. "I'm from the Unova region!" He said, in a proud voice. I nodded, trying and failing to look interested. After hours of bantering about Unova, or maybe it was minutes, I was beginning to try and escape. Bu then I realized something, Unova sounded… cool. Maybe I could go there. As soon as that had crossed my mind, smoke began to fill the room A voice boomed out, "No, I am the Editor! You must continue the journey in the Johto region!" I tried to complain but was silenced by another loud, "NOOOOOO!" The smoke receded and no one looked like any time had passed. I apologized to Jake Farr, but politely explained I had to go. We exchanged gear numbers and I left, headed off to the unknown with only a phanpy, an aipom and a mysterious Editor. I sighed and rubbed my temples. This was going to be a long " best years of my life."

Yeah, sorry for the short chapter and battle. I had a bad case of writers block. Review the story people!