The concept of boredom really hits me in the face nowadays, since there is barely anything to do much. The latest music videos, singers, books, are just fads of some sort so. I'm not really getting into that, until something really catches my attention. Bah, what the hell, I admit, I'm sort of a fan of Miley Cyrus' wrecking ball. Don't see what's the problem. She's just growing up from her whole Hannah Montana persona.

Chapter 2 Intense failing

Pokemon have existed much longer than writing, so of course we have no written account of Arcecus'-magic moment in his role of the creation, some prehistoric Pokemon trainer saying, "Hey honey, I caught the world's first Pokemon today!" Every so often, the newly discovered Pokemon would make a number on the 650 Pokemon in total out there, announced to great fanfare in scientific magazines and shows. I grew up around the typical 150, and somehow it felt strange exploring a world out there with 650 Pokemon.

See, in elementary school, I was convinced that I was the only one in the world who felt like this. None of my friends, I was sure, ran home to their old Game Boy color games, only to replay version red and green. Nowadays, it's all about the new generations. Spencer was the only person who consoled me of this, but now, we had Pokemon of our very own, and suddenly, Pokemon version red felt to far away and distant than the true reality I am facing now.

I stood outside of my house before day break. The sun hasn't yet even made an appearance in the sky yet and it was a mirage-Grey that replaced it, somewhat cloudy like a thunderstorm approaching. What a perfect setting for my start on a journey. I didn't want to wake up granny...left her note on the table and lots of money so she could care for herself. I felt somewhat selfish for leaving her behind, but, at this point, she was immune to such things like loneliness. Now I start to wonder if I'm immune to such things as well.

The northern winds flutter through the leaves, talking some green saplings along with it as it flew back into the mountains. They rustled and danced as newspapers twirled around like tumbleweed. I truly don't know why I listened to Spencer by waking this early in the morning, but I always ask myself this and in the end, I get nothing but undefined silence.

Kenny was deep inside his poke ball, it didn't take much of an effort to get him back in. He is actually quite obedient, though it's this disturbing type of obedience. It was the type where the Pokemon followed your orders not because of any emotions of affection or bond, but because it was a natural instinct, as if it was born to just follow than lend. I felt sort of an ass for just pushing him around.

I sat on the front porch of my house, quietly, as from the distance, there was the sound of two voices conversing. Spencer's sarcastic, upbeat tone could be recognized from afar, however the other one was repeating it's own words, repetitive, yet lively and sounded more of an animal's than a human's. I think it belongs to Spencer's Umbreon, Blacky.

He is a noble Pokemon, one of the most powerful est Pokemon in the town...In truth, is the only Pokemon owned in the town, but is a very amazing when he gets into battle mode. Especially Spencer. His whole entire personality changes from goofy bastard to hard badass. I swear he's bipolar sometimes and comes off as one of the most serious trainers I have ever seen. I'm quite envious of him.

With a sullen patience, and the comfort of the fact that I remembered packing a yellow poncho earlier, I silently waited on the cold-stone porch of my house as the two approached, quite awake and in a good mood for 3:00 am in the morning. I didn't know Spencer was a morning person before...

"Sup, Dante!" Spencer greeted, smiling at me warmly as he approached me in a jumpy manner. Blacky calmly strolled beside him, obviously not the type to be easily influenced by his quirky owner's personality. I got up as Spencer came bounding by.

"Did you pack any thing warm? The trip ahead will be cold." I said, noticing how he still had his thin white hoodie on from yesterday, along with a new pair of jeans. He had a strapped on belt around his waist, that held onto about a few empty Poke balls. I guess he wanted catch some Pokemon later on.

"Relax. My old lady packed me all the stuff I need for the upcoming seasons." Spencer said as he kneel down to pet Blacky. "I got money, supplies, some stuff to cook food and even a town map. Here's an extra, you can have it." He said as he pulled out a rolled up piece of paper from his bag and nudged me in the stomach with it. I muttered a small 'thanks' and took it from him as he shrugged nonchalantly.

I packed the map into my bag as Spencer placed his hand onto my shoulder's lending me away from the house. Something stirred into my stomach, powerful and deep and I stopped as Spencer stared back at me. He raised an eye brown and I shook my head. "No, no. I want this. Let's keep going, okay." I whispered as I felt my stomach twist into some kind of knot. Do I really want this? I'm leaving everything behind...

"We can take one last walk around town, before leaving you know..." Spencer softly mused, hang his arm around my neck in an attempt to console. I shook my head, probably since I did not want to look fragile in front of Spencer, in spite of how long we knew each other. He frowned as my face softened.

"I'm fine. Let's just leave before it rains, okay?" I hissed out, forgetting how harsh I sounded.

He stared at me, sensing my reluctance to leave, however he did not speak against it and nodded as he pulled himself away and strolled on, right beside me, distant, but close enough that our hands, if swayed a bit far enough, could touch. Blacky walked next to Spencer, head hung low, and revealing stress marks of an early wake up, that I'm sure that he isn't a morning person. I'm sure Spencer had something to do with it.

"Before we head to the next town, I recommend we... do some training, first." Spencer suggested as he unlocked the gate of the town, having trouble taking of the chains that enclosed the town from the tall grass.

"Training?" I asked perplexed. "But you already have experience, Spencer."

"I do, but you don't." He said as he flung the town gates open, with the unknown dark wilderness, standing just a few feet from us, shaking and howling at the sight of us. It's no wonder why we rarely get visitors. "I want to train you in battling and capturing before we head out. It's best for you get something out of this."

I nodded, following after him through the gate. I closed it on the way out, since I didn't want any wild Pokemon coming in. He watched me with serious expression when I turned around and it surprised me on this foreign look her head. Strangely enough, it suited him greatly and it confused me greatly.

"Hurry up, I want to show you something." Spencer said, empowering and low in tone, and I began to think that he has this bipolar side of him, I've never seen before. I nodded, feeling quite afraid to disturb him since this was an actual thing he was more better at than me—that and flirting.

I followed Spencer and Blacky into the deep sleeping forest, as the view of the town began to grow smaller in the distant as we ran from the gate. Smaller and smaller, farther and farther, until I could not see my hometown anymore. But Spencer never once look back to my chagrin and I began to wonder if he waited for this his entire life. He didn't have to wait for me though. But he did and now I feel as so goddamn guilty.

He continued to stride off in silence, an eerie rather sullen manner, however wasn't of any mood her had. Spencer seemed to be awaiting for something, I suppose, which was rare since he was a such hasty boy. Spencer then suddenly halted causing me to crash into him and tumble to the ground. He ignored this and shushed me as he shifted his eyes around.

"Quiet! I hear something..." Spencer hissed, as he extended his arm to hush me. We stood there in utter silence for a few seconds, awaiting whatever noise he heard. Then the next thing I heard was this disgusting screech. Like a bird's but lower and deeper. Spencer 's gaze then shifted to the side as something came out of the bushes. It was a large, brown rat with enormous sharp teeth and long whiskers. It was fat and had the most unstablest eyes. I cringed, and backed away.

"There!" Spencer cried loudly. He was uncontrollable smiling and was obviously hyped up by the sight of...what ever that beast was. He turned to me excitedly. "There! There's your chance to attack! Take out your poke ball and send Espeon out!"

Confusion flew around me as the rat bounced up and in air and crashed into both of us, separating Spencer and Blacky from me. It stood in the middle of us, and turned to me and turned to Spencer deciding whom to choose. Spencer shouted at me to take out Kenny and when I un clipped the ball from my belt, the monster then turns to me and dashes forward with mighty howl—shit.

Panic shook through me when the rat rampaged at me and in sudden fright, I fiercely threw Kenny's ball straight into it's face. I never knew I had a good throwing arm before, but I guess I do now, since apparently, it flung back when the ball crashed in between it's eyes. Spencer broke down laughing and I stared at him in disbelief.

Kenny's ball dropped a few feet near the creature which wailed and covered it's forehead to recoil from the pain. His ball suddenly burst open and Kenny came out stepping onto the grass, lightly and diligently as if he was still back home in my bed. Kenny yawned loudly and stretched out his body as he turned to look at me in a half-conscious state. I opened my mouth to try and say something, but nothing came out due to a level of self-consciousness. The creature recovered and roared out in rage.

"Okay!...It's pissed now." Spencer said, pointing how obvious the monster's anger was. "Why don't you try beating now since it's really after your throat this time!"

I turned to him "Oh, shut the fuck—

The creature bounced up into the air and crashed violently between us, with it's mouth wide open in bloody vengeance. I stumbled onto a tree branch in a clumsy manner and, stared up at the towering figure of the monster. It's fur vibrated violently and it appeared as though it was about to pounce on top of me. I watched it with stunned eyes, unable to comprehend the seriousness of the situation. "Dante! Tell your Espeon to do something! A move, anything! He's about to blow!" Spencer shouted with Blacky rubbing his fur at his ankle, snapping me out of my dazed state. I noticed how he and Blacky stood far apart from us, just watching calmly and in a relaxed and composed manner. The fuck!? The bastard's not gonna to help me!?

I glowered at him, madly giving him the middle finger as he waved at me innocently with a sly smile across his face. The creature wailed out and began to pump itself up. Kenny's indifferent expression gazed at me with such a coldness I was unable to read, as if it were some kind of disappointment and hated merged together. However, his tail was swaying up in the air and it read my fears. He bent down, almost bowing and waited for me to respond. I blinked in confusion as the creature charged towards me. My lip trembled and without warning, I shouted out a random command.

"Uh...um...Kenny! Tackle!"

Kenny stared at me blankly, confused and somewhat bitter as shook he shook his head from side to side in disapproval. He said for me to shout a move, right? "That's not in his move set! Every Pokemon can only learn up to four moves!" Spencer shouted. "He's a psychic type, so try psychic commands!"

The rat run up at me and I rolled over, allowing it to tackle it's head into the tree trunk. Kenny sidestepped over lightly as I rolled over to his side, with the rat dazed from the charge. He glanced at me with an apathetic expression, but blinked curiously and waited for my commands, as he slightly brushed the tip of his fuzzy whiskers along my cheek. I nodded at Spencer who stood there crossed arm and decided to try again. The monster rebounded and headed towards me again.

"Um...Kenny! Try Psybeam!" I shouted, pointing Kenny to aim at the disgusting rat Pokemon that headed in our direction. To my surprise, it actually worked... Kenny bent down and quickly scampered up towards the creature, with it's thin, small legs pumping. Me and Spencer watched in awe as Kenny slid up close to the Rat which responded by opening it's teeth to bite. Kenny glared at it and the red jewel between it's eyes suddenly bursted red, with a beam of purple waves flushing out. It was, like fucking amazing. The creature retracted and was sent flying into the top of the canopy trees, violently crashing into the forest grounds below. Spencer mouthed something of the surprise and Blackie, who stood out as indifferent during the match, finally began to take notice of Kenny who skipped back to me with his tail high, yet eyes rather dull and displeased. This is not expected of a Pokemon who just won a match. Perhaps he won too many in his old days where he spent traveling with my father...

"...You did it...You fucking did it..." Spencer muttered in disbelief as he approached me with the largest expression of surprise and...somewhat disappointment? Did he wanted for me to fail and get hurt? No...I perhaps, are seeing things...

"Yeah, I did it! All thanks to Kee—

"—Kenny!" I shouted in anger, stopping my sentence midway when I saw Kenny and Blacky start to circle each other, growling with their bodies bent down low and their tails up high in defense. I'm sure I can see Kenny's forehead dot start to glow red.

Spencer extended his arm out to stop me as I attempted to headed over and stop the two from fighting. I gazed at him and he shook his head. "Let them fight. Blacky's a dark type. He has an advantage against a psychic type and is immune to his move set, so let them play for a bit until Kenny decides to call it quits."

I glared at him, for making Kenny sound weak against a Pokemon like Blackie. What is his right to say that Kenny can't beat Blacky? Sure, I only had this battle with Kenny once, but I'm sure I could beat his boastful ass, if given the chance. Spencer looked to me and made a cocky smile. "What? Are you mad that I downgraded your precious Kenny?"

I shook my head, and stepped aside, with Kenny at my heels. I guess he sensed my anger and came running. I looked to him and his tail was low, but ears were high and eyes widened with a pleased expression, that perplexed me. What was he so happy for? I barely was able to get an expression out of him, before. We looked at each other, with eyes both bent destroying Spencer and showing him off. Strange. I didn't know we had this sort of connection before, you know, to see our friend down on his knees. But then again, he always wanted me down on mine, didn't he?

I slowly nodded at him and Kenny turned to face Spencer who stood opposite of us with Blacky. He stared at me with some of the most intense inner hatred I come to sense. Does he truly dislike me? We've been friends for years, however he's always been trying to challenge me, especially since I succeed in many of the things he does not possess. This has got to stop. Now. "Spencer. I challenge you to a match!"

He curled his lips and spat on the floor as he approached me along with Blacky, with the most cockiest smile I've come to know. "Fine! Come at me, then bro!"