A/N: Well, here's another installment of Carry On. Who would have thought writing two stories at once would be difficult?

DK: Um, Everyone

Shut up, D. Anyway, if anyone reading this story is waiting for me to continue Unfinished, you may have to wait a little longer. No, I'm putting on hiatus for more work on this one,

DK: AWW!

*slaps DK* Anyway, I'm just extending the deadline. I wanna practice my skills for writing a Pokemon battle before I release the next chapter. And DK, you can't complain because you'll be in Unfinished as well.

DK: *crouches in a corner* Okay.

Good. Hey lets talk to some reviewers.

Ravinae: Thank you for the good review. I'll keep what you said in mind if I write another story that mentions God. On my writing, I've been writing, personally since 10th grade, so I hope it developed over time.

Wolvesmature: Trust me, I had the same problem with my Fallout/Desert Punk crossover. but with Pokemon, there was more material I could cover. Also a good way to stay interested in a story is to incorporate something that interests you in it. For example, in this story, you will see a lot of music played and that is because that is my interest. When I write, I listen to music and that is what fuels my stories.

Anyway, rambling over. Hey, look in the sky! *points upwards*

Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever own the Pokemon franchise. that belongs to Nintendo, Game Freak and the Pokemon Company. I also do not own any of the music shown in this story. That belongs to the respective copyright owners.

As I came to, My eyes shot open. As an involuntary action, I bolted upright and breathed in the air of my new life. As I got my breathing controlled, I began to survey my surroundings. I was on a dirt road, surrounded by most likely miles of forest. 'Well, this is how it starts' I thought. I thought back to my conversation with Arceus and what I had gone through back on Earth 0. In the end, I found this to be a blessing in disguise. I remembered a song that I listened to and still do today. It was a song of prayer to change ones way of living. In the bridge the lines 'Tu que estas en alto cielo, echame tu bendicion' were sung. When translated to English it means, 'You who are in high heaven, give me your blessing.' The whole thing with me dying wouldn't be called a blessing, but the end game definitely was.

Pulling myself out of my thoughts, I looked down at what I was wearing. I was still wearing the yellow polo shirt and black slacks from work that night. Strangely, they didn't reek from lack of wash, like I was expecting them to. I dug into my pockets to find my cellphone and headphones in the right one. It was a Samsung Galaxy S Aviator. I'd had it for about a year and was a lifeline like no other. I returned the contents back to my pocket and continued to look around. I looked towards the treeline and saw something that stuck out under a tree. I moved in closer to tree to examine the mass and a smile crept onto my face. It was my backpack. I quickly approached the bag and picked it up. It had some weight to it, so it was full. I opened it to find a change of clothes and my laptop.

"Awesome." I said. I decided I didn't want to travel around in slacks and a polo shirt, I quickly changed into the change of clothes. After a few minutes of undressing and redressing, I was finally out of the stuffy work clothes. Instead, I was wearing one of the many band shirts that I owned. It was an Avenged Sevenfold t-shirt that I had bought back in 2010 on the inaugural Uproar tour. It was black with a gold picture depicting an hourglass made of human bones with the band's trademark, 'Death Bat' flying about. On the back was the dates they would be touring for Uproar. In my legs I wore a pair of Old Navy boot cut jeans with a black leather belt. Strangely enough, there were six clasps on the belt in a pattern of three near each pocket. I didn't question it and just put it on to keep my pants up. On my feet were a pair of Faded Glory hi-tops that I bought from Wal-Mart my third semester of college.

I stowed the work clothes in my bag and set the bag on my shoulders. Waiting a moment to adjust for added weight, I decided I need to get to some sort of civilization. Seeing as a walk to nowhere would get boring, I pulled my phone and headphones out and opened my music player. The first thing I noticed about my music was the band names. Some of them were normal, like Halestorm, Avenged Sevenfold, Disturbed, and Coheed and Cambria; but others were changed up to accommodate for the Pokemon world. For example, Theory of a Deadman was now Theory of a Dusknoir; Sick Puppies was Sick Lilipup; Lacuna Coil was, well the list could go on, but that's not point. I decided to check out 'Lowlife' by what the artist bar called Theory of a Dusknoir. To my surprise it was still the same song. I rolled with it and moved on to my next dilemma: picking which way to go. Deciding to leave my choice to chance, I dug into my pockets until I found a quarter in my left pocket. 'Okay, heads, I go the backwards direction. Tails, I go the forward direction' I thought. I flipped the coin high into the air. When it came down, it landed on tails. "Okay, forward I go." Was all I said as I started walking in my chosen direction.

The trip wasn't all bad. I had my music with me, the sun was shining and the best part was, no gun men trying to kill me. Twenty minutes and five songs later, I was stopped by an obstruction in the road. Standing in the middle of the road was a jackal like Pokemon standing at about 2'. its color scheme was blue and black, with a yellow collar of fur on its neck. Its eyes were blood red and it looked like it was wearing a mask. Next to its eyes were two bulbous appendages, hanging freely. I knew what Pokemon it was immediately, but my only question was 'What the hell is it doing in Kanto?' It looked at me with a frightened expression. I looked around for any sign of its family, but found none. He was alone. In a way, we were kind of in common. Lost in a strange land.

As 'Welcome Home' by Coheed & Cambria ended in my head phones, I stepped forward to go around the little Pokemon. Immediately, it stiffened into a offensive stance. I put my hands up, as a gesture of no harm.

"Easy buddy." I said. "I'm just trying to get by you." He kept his eyes on me as I slowly inched around him. I was almost past it when, all of a sudden, it tensed up and ran behind me. "What the hell?" I was confused as to why it was hiding behind me. That is, until I heard a voice coming out of the trees.

"Finally," it started. "It's about time I catch up to the damned thing." A man walked out of the tree line. He looked to be in his late twenties. He was dressed in a white t-shirt, with a black biker's jacket, black skinny jeans and pointed-toe boots. He took one look at me and just spat on the ground. "Look, buddy, I've been tracking that Riolu for three days straight. And there's no way in hell am I losing it to you." I looked down the the Riolu and it looked back at me with fear in its eyes, shaking its head. I could tell right away that it didn't want to go with the guy.

"Look man," I started. "It seems the little guy doesn't want to go with you. I suggest you look for another quarry." I noticed his eye twitch as he started to laugh. I started getting a bad vibe from this guy. Not the kind people get when they get caught with their hand in the proverbial cookie jar, but the kind that reacts when there's imminent danger. His laughter began to subside, and he recomposed himself.

"Want?" he asked. "I don't care what it wants! All I care about is what I want. And what I want is that Riolu." And there was the magic phrase. I'll admit, there are times where I'm heartless, but that just comes with me being antisocial. This guy on the other hand, was scum and it was beyond me how he obtained a trainer's license.

"Well, with that attitude, your desires aren't getting granted." I said. He began stepping forward. "Take one more step, I'll knock your lights out." he stopped in an instant and pulled what I thought was gumball out of his jacket pocket.

"I've got an idea." he said. "How about we settle this in a battle." As he said this, I noticed the formerly assumed gumball enlarge into the size of a softball. It was half red and half white. I had to be an idiot not to see it was a Poke-ball.

"Hate to break it to ya," I started. "But I'm no trainer." he then gave me a look that I knew all to well: disbelief. Seriously, back on Earth 0, no one believed I was as good with computers as I made myself out to be. His face shifted into an evil smile that would have put the Joker to shame.

"You know what, I don't care." He said. He tossed the Poke-ball into the air, where it opened and expelled a white beam of energy. The energy shot to the ground, and began to take shape. When the energy died down, in its place was a pokemon I had no problem identifying. It had extremely light tan, almost white fur and very angry eyes. It had a round torso, where its face was located and skinny arms and legs. I've seen the Pokemon anime and I know first hand how much damage a Mankey could do. "as long as you're out of the way!" I'll admit, I was scared when the Mankey stared me down, but I wasn't about to move from between him and the Riolu behind me. "You ready to die, punk?" I just smirked.

"Well, it wouldn't be the first time." I replied. "But I'd like to see the monkey try to kill me, bitch." With that last comment, I could see the steam erupting from his ears.

"That's it!" He cried. "Mankey, use Karate Chop on this pond scum." the Pokemon complied and rushed towards me. I put up my arms to defend, and hopefully keep me obtaining any broken ribs. As soon as I was within its arms reach, it began to chop on my arms. After a minute, it stopped and jumped back to its trainer.

"Resilient little fuck, ain't he?" he asked. His Pokemon immediately nodded in agreement, or it was shifting for balance, I couldn't tell since his body was his head. I could still feel the sting of the previous attack, and from my experience, there was only more assaults from the monkey-pig Pokemon to come. "Mankey, keep using Karate Chop on this guy until he succumbs to the stupidity of facing off against me. Hell, do so until he's dead for all I care." The Pokemon screeched as it rushed me again. I held my arms in the same defensive position again as the Mankey began chopping away at my arms. I stood there taking the hits, my arms finally going numb from the continuous hits. Try as it might, the Pokemon could not get me to back down, but with all walls, sometimes they just fall. After nearly five minutes of defense, I felt a crack which in turn, caused me to drop my stance. As my arms fell, the Mankey Karate Chopped me across the face, dropping me like a sack of potatoes. After I fell, the Pokemon jumped back to its trainer.

"Ha!" he exclaimed. "Looks like I win." He returned his Mankey and pulled out what I believed was an empty Poke-ball. As he stepped towards the frightened Riolu, I mustered whatever strength I had at the time into a leg sweep, causing the trainer to fall over. As he fell, his Poke-ball flew into the forest, most likely capturing some unsuspecting Pokemon.

"Damn you!" He yelled. "That was my last Poke-ball! I will kill you" I tried crawling away, but he got up faster than I could move and started to kick me in the gut. I could feel the pain I already had double as the angry trainer continued to kick me in the torso and abdominal area. Soon, he flipped me onto my back and started to punch the living daylights out of me. I kind of chuckled inwardly. 'I wonder what protocol is for an already revived human being sent back to the afterlife' was what I was thinking as I started to black out. Fortunately, the beatings stopped as I heard an impact to my far left. I opened my eyes to see the trainer sprawled out a good twenty feet from me. I heard a growl and saw a faint glow from my right. It turned to see the Riolu standing next to me with a glowing white hand and anger in his eyes. I on the other hand, just laid there, waiting for the feeling to returned to my upper body.

As soon as I could feel my arms, I crawled towards the nearest tree and propped myself into a sitting position. Boy was it painful. I sighed. I recapped the last couple of hours that started with a resurrection and ended with me getting broken and bloodied by protecting a Pokemon that didn't even belong to me. Yep... Good day. I was brought back to reality by the Riolu yipping quietly as the get my attention.

"you knock that asshole out?" I asked. It gave me a look that said, 'do you see anyone else here?' it walked closer to me and sat next to me. I lift my sore, yet unbroken arm to pet him. "Thanks buddy." After that, my eyes closed and I was out like a light.

A/N: Okay, I'm starting to feel sorry for DK.

DK: Damn right you should! This is your fault.

I know, but hey: Whatever doesn't kill you, makes yo- oooooooooohhhhhh. Forget I said anything, anyway, if you like the story, favorite it, follow it or both. Got something constructive to say, leave in a review or PM me if you feel like it. If I see even a single spark of a flame, the steak I mentioned in the last chapter will be launched... That and Riolu.

Until Next Round

Phant0m