I don't own pokémon, this story is un-beta..ed due to me being unable to find one. If someone reading this would like to beta that would be fantastic.

"Talking"

"Ghost"

'Thoughts'

"Electronic"

"Pokémon"

-X-

Sanningumi:

Chapter 1- She Fell from the Sky part 1- Starters

-X-

(Exerted from 'Pokemon Leagues of the World' pg. 53)

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The A.P.F, American Pokemon Federation, homeland to Lt. Surge of Kanto fame, and was once one of the biggest pokémon federations on the planet.

Located near the region of Unova, The A.P.F is consisted of four allied nations (Canada, the States, Mexico, and Sudamerica) similar to how the regions of Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, and Unova have unified as one nation. Each nation has their own separate laws and language, and a vast majority of climates that different species of pokémon declared home.

The competitive scene of the A.P.F is rather odd with a heavy focus on contest and musicals, not that they don't have a League. No, the American League Tournament has always been a celebrated event held once a year, but then why?

Simply put it was because of two reasons, first one being was that there are only eight gyms in the entire A.P.F, each being some distance apart from each other and to tough for a novice trainer to even think about challenging. For that very reason most trainers born in any of the four nations spent what little money they had to travel and to compete in regions like Kanto and Sinnoh.

Secondly, even though there was a League tournament for those whose won the eight badges, or won in the preliminary battles before the tournament started, you couldn't go any higher until recently due to the lack of a Elite 4 gauntlet. Which was only remedied three year's prior when four trainers absolutely dominated the tournament of that year, they were soon hired nearly on the spot and formed into the Elite 4 of the American League.

-X(A.P.F Nation: The States, Region: Western Virginia)X-

Terra Alta , a rather small farming community between the mountains of Western Virginia. It was turning into a rather run down town, paint pealing off of walls, abandoned buildings every couple of miles. Most of the residents in their thirties or forties due to most of the teenagers and young adults wanting to move and make something out of themselves.

On the near edge of town stood a rather small condominium, current residence to Rick Barah.

"Look's like rain." Rick mumbled to his two companions shutting his first floor apartment door.

His first companion a torkoal named Jacques, a small, tortoise-like pokémon with a large black rock-like shell with holes decorating it glowing with a red warmth. His skin a health reddish-brown, and a long neck to support his head.

The second companion, another pokémon, was almost weasel like in appearance. It was yellow, bipedal, with round ears, red eyes, large round eyebrows, and a small pink nose with a whisker on each side. It's red arms looked similar to flared sleeves, a small red band around it's chest that seemed to connect the two. Yellow fur pilled around it's red legs and red tipped tail swished behind as it walked. Her name was Min, a fighting type pokémon named mienfoo.

Both Jacques and Min glanced at each other before looking at the sky ,darkened by clouds. Rumbling thunder shaking the earth below, Rick jumped, startled, nearly dropping his keys.

"Mein…mef ion foo?" the sound of Min's chattering reached his ears as he locked the door with a soft click.

"Tor." Jacques seemed to have grunted a response.

Curious Rick turned around walking out from under the overhand "What's so interesting about a thunderstorm?"

His mienfoo answered his quickly by pointing up, and on a whim Rick did glance up.

A searing pain coursing through his body, lighting striking down upon his head, and a pitched scream assaulting his ears were the last things Rick remembered before blacking out.

-X(Western Virginia 9 years earlier)X-

"What the hell just happened?" Rick groaned, shaking the cobwebs from his head slowly opening his eyes.

"Don't know!" a high somewhat squeaky feminine voice chirped happily from his side, a blurry yellow blob bounced onto his chest moving towards his face. Tiny paws started prodding his face "But the sun is shining, and the winds a blowing! So get up human-I-don't-know."

With his vision coming back to him, Rick managed to make out the critter standing on his chest. It was a tiny rodent, yellow…a pale yellow to be more precise, with large black tipped ears, the left ear's tip branching off into three separate spikes, and round pink circles on it's cheeks.

Now all Rick needed to figure out now was where this pichu came from and why was she talking to him "D-Did you just speak?"

With a smile the pichu tilted her head to the side "Nope!"

Rick owlish blinked, staring at the tiny creature. No pokémon chatter, her mouth didn't move at all, and now that his sight was fully back the pichu seemed transparent almost ghost like.

"H-How?"

"Magic!."

"Doesn't help."

Letting out a heavy stress related sigh, the little pichu ghost tumbling down into his lap as he sat up "…my name's Rick."

"Cassata…your big."

"I know."

"Cam! Come inside lunch is ready!" a voice extremely familiar to Rick cut through the air, making the large man take notice of his surroundings.

He and the pichu were smack dab in the middle of a herd of miltank, one tauros standing frightfully close to them feeding on grass. But the pokémon weren't what had Rick's attention.

No it was the ten year old girl with long black wavy hair sprinting across the fields. She was rather small for her age wearing a bright orange sweatshirt that seemed three sizes to big, and a ratty pair of worn blue jeans. Held tightly in her arms a dark yellow egg spotted with two or three red spots.

"This…can't be possible."

Cassata ran after, passing through the miltank, Rick followed after, thousands of questions without answers filling his head. That was his sister…but wasn't, she was nineteen now just like him and-

"Ron you better move or I swear I'll drop kick you like Crasher Wake!"

Yep, standing in the way of the small girl blocking the door way was a rather thin shaggy haired ten year old in a dirt covered tank top. That was his brother Ron, or at the very least a shadow of who his brother once was. But this couldn't be possible…he was somehow transported to the past, or dead.

"Cassata don't go in-" it was to late the pichu passed through Ron and into the house just as Cam collided into her brothers back. Ron fell forward into the house, what looked like a pure white ball flying out of his hand as his tiny sister trampled over him.

"I remember this…" slowly moving into the house, just like the pichu he passed through everyone like a ghost "…I was right…there."

On a small stool in the kitchen standing next to a red haired woman with bright green eyes, was him…from nine years ago. At ten he wasn't overweight, a little pudgy but not enough for people to tell and he still had long shaggy hair like his brother. The woman was a pretty, with a facial features similar to the three black haired children.

His miniature self looked up from a pot of stew on the stove he was helping make before, with a shake of his head, went back to the food "Idiots…"

"Ricky don't make fun, Cam no ruff housing we don't want any harm to come to that egg, and Ronald you should know better than to pick on your sister. You three hear me!"

A chorus of 'Yes Mom' soon followed "Now Ron, Cam go clean up while your brother and I finish…and wake up your father while your at it." their mother ordered, pointing a stern finger at each child as she addressed them.

The older, transparent Rick gave a hallow laugh looking on to his miniature self "I've lost my mind…a gengar snuck into my room and now I'm insane."

"Nope. Echo." that damned pichu.

"What-"

"Shush I wanna keep watching."

-X-

Time seemed to fast-forward after that, passing by in a blink of an eye. Cassata's tiny paws holding onto his shirt, large diamond shaped ears barley twitching while one of the spikes on that one odd ear brushing against his temple.

A loud bang seemed to warp space around them, slowing time back down to it's standard crawl. A scene eerily similar started to form, the loud bang was actually a simple knock on his old homes door, his younger self slouching one end asleep, head positioned at a awkward angle. His sister had control of the remote from her positioned in the middle of the couch as she lazily flipped through the channels, sitting sideways using her larger, sleeping brother as a makeshift pillow

Cuddling into the warmth of his sisters lap was a small yellow reptilian creature. Its teeth seemed to be forever showing, and its large curious eyes observed every action that was happening in the room. The single red scale shifting left to right on its head as it moved, it's legs hanging over one of his sisters the baggy skin around it's legs mimicking pants similar to his sisters.

Now if Rick didn't already know this scene in his life he probably wouldn't know what a scraggy was due to them only inhabiting more arid, desert like lands. He most likely won't know either that this particular scraggy was male and named Lee, a simple yellow egg a few days prior.

"Someone get the door!"

"Got it Mom!" yelled Cam, quickly sitting up, the baby scraggy in her lap franticly moving around confused due to the sudden movement of his pillow. Rick dreaded what was going to happen next.

Cam swung her upper body around, elbow catching the younger Rick in the chest. A struggling gasp for breath later, Ricky was doubled over with his head between his knees.

"That looked like it hurt."

Rick rubbed his chest in sympathy "Yeah…it did."

"Breath bro, just breath…and since your awake, mind getting the door?"

"Cam…I hate you so much right now."

"Love you to. Now door please."

With a grumble followed by a few childish curses thrown at his sister, and a throw pillow swung by his arm at Cam's head Rick's young doppelganger stood. The door wasn't that long of a walk from the couch the two were occupying, it was five steps away. Cassata scrambled up over his head to get a peek at who was at the door.

His smaller self quickly undid the latch, swinging it wide open revealing a young red haired girl. Her bright red hair cut short, barley passing her ears with a dark blue headband holding her bangs out of bright sapphire eyes. A smile stretched across the faces of both Rick's, for similar reasons. One for a current friendship, the other for the nostalgia of a friendship lost in time.

Crystal Flynn was a long time childhood friend of Rick, was being the key point for the older Rick, two quiet outcast forming a close bond while in school. The shy farm boy, and a girl who's parents were rarely home.

"Heh…why do I have to re-watch the start of when my greatest friendship started to crumble…and people wonder why I dislike trainers." Rick crossed his arms in mirth, the pichu on his shoulder giving him a curious look, eyes questioning.

"Chris! Come it! Wassup?" leaving the door open has he headed back to the couch, Crystal walked in rather meekly, hands held together in front of her. Ricky head back to the couch, quickly grabbing his sisters legs and tossing them upwards to make room for his friend to sit down.

Cam, now laying on the couch upside with a confused scraggy trying to stand on her chest "Ricky wha-dah-heck!"

"We have guest, or you would know if the TV wasn't so loud."

Tilting her head back, brown hair cascading over the front of the couch, glasses falling to her forehead his sister smiled " Hey Cry, wuss-up how's it hanging?"

Blue eyes blinked owlishly at the upside-down girl, head cocked slightly to the left in confusion "You are the one that seems to be 'hanging' as you say."

Ricky waved his sister off "Ignore her, why'd you come over?"

"Fathers home."

Both Rick's winced, " What's so bad about her parent?" Cassata asked him curiously.

"If I remember correctly her dad was a archeologist, leaving for months at a time, this particular time he's been gone for almost a year. He wasn't a bad guy…but Crystal only really spent at most 6 months of her life with him."

The brother and sister both mimic each other with an "Oh…"

"Brought me a gift from an expedition, the both he and mother left for a weekend together."

"Well Chris…what did he get you?"

The little red haired girl moved to sit down, reaching behind her back to grab something that seemed to be attached. What she pulled off the siblings didn't expect, it was tiny with a brown dome like shell made of most of it's body, two small beady black eyes close to the top. Underneath large seemingly glowing read eyes blinking back at them, four small yellow legs grabbing at air, confused that it's resting place has been disturbed.

Cam squealed in delight, grabbing Lee as not to hurt him while she rolled onto the floor to stand "Oh my god! You got your first pokémon to! Yes! I finally have someone other than Ron to talk training with!"

Rick frowned "Chris…your planning…to become a trainer?"

"Yes." holding up the squirming kabuto close to eye level "It is the most logical conclusion when one legally doesn't want to live at home anymore. Kask is the perfect opportunity to continue with this venture."

Rick watched as his sister dragged the red head outside, now seemingly bursting with energy while Crystal looked back at her friend with a somewhat apologetic look upon her face. Cam's mouth was moving a mile a minute asking every question an aspiring trainer to another would ask from 'Are you going to specialize?' to 'How'd her dad get an extinct pokémon'.

The scene faded again but this time instead of his sister, Rick and Cassata were following Ron as he walked towards a small creek towards the edge of the farms property. A rock like creature floating behind him, it's two arms crossed in boredom, and it's large eyes set in an annoyed expression.

Rick saw himself sitting at the edge of the water, legs splashing, failing to skip rocks. His younger self looked over his shoulder a rather sad smirk on his face "Ron, Roci."

"Hey Ricky, Cam hijacked your girl?" his geodude grunting a greeting from behind.

"Yeah…one mention of being a trainer and she goes wild just because her scraggy hatched the other day. You two don't even have Mom and Dads permission yet…you guys may not even leave."

With a frown Ron placed a comforting hand on his brothers shoulder "Actually…we do. The only stipulation's mom has given us is passing the trainer license exam next year."

Young Ricky's sad smirk formed into a frown "And Dad?"

"In a few weeks when Lee's grown more Dad's going to take me an Cam on an expedition in the mountains for a week for survival trip…then he'll decide."

"So you're both going to leave…?"

"In a year…yeah."

The two brothers sat in silence, the only sound being that of the wind rustling leaves and girlish laughs in the distance. Rick watch the scene with a sad smile on his face, his brother reaching an arm over the younger Ricky's shoulder "Truthfully I would ask you if you wanted to come along…but me and Cam have been bugging you for over a year about this…"

"An the answer is still no. Being a trainer is silly, the league here doesn't get you anywhere. Plus why would you want to leave home…why can't you stay?"

"Because Ricky…adventure! Seeing the world!" Ron smiled, fishing in one of his pants pockets before holding out a pure red pokéball in front of his brother "I know you don't want to be a trainer…but let me help you catch…something."

Rick just stared at the ball with a slight glare, Ron continued on "It'll also help you stay friends with Red."

Silenced passed between the brothers before Ricky answered " Fine…any ideas?"

Ron smiled, standing up "Over heard Mom telling dad a fire pokémon was causing trouble near he combee nes-" the world around Rick and Cassata slowly faded to white, the voices of the past suddenly being cut off.

"What's going on!"

"Don't worry everything's fine."

-X-

"-brat sure took a shock to his systems." a rather deep raspy voice spoke above his head.

"The Master is going to be fine by the way, thanks for asking old man. It even seems like he's even coming to." a second one, this one female.

"Good. Maybe now we can get going" the old voice paused "How's the rodent?"

"Head trauma, some bleeding…" Rick shot up out of his daze. Head trauma? Blood? "…nothing someone with basic men foo fu mein meefoo."

The large man sat up, his two pokémon chattering next to him about something or another "That was a strange…drea-arahhhh!" a jet of bright flame shot past his face, Jacques was giving him a rather irritated look, head bobbing towards Min who was cradling something in her arms.

Something small, yellow, with a large spiked ear "Cassata!"

"Don't worry everything's fine."

-X-

Sanningumi

-X-

Okay yes, the second chapter to this story took awhile. My life is very hectic right now and the chapters for this story that I had prewritten in a notebook got thrown out when I was cleaning my home.

As you can see from this chapter I've established the location and before people jump onto my back for starting the story off in America…don't. I'm only using stuff that's been established in Pokémon already, America has already been put into the pokémon universe.

So basically in this fic I'm not going to use any 'made up' places, I'm just tweaking things that have only briefly been mentioned.