Kitten: Hiya guys! I've been wanting to do a fanfic based on Pokemon Special Adventures Manga for a long time, so here it is!

Kitten: I'm very excited for this story, and for this main protagonist. I'm sure you've love her! : p *whispers* Especially once you find out who's sibling she is...*giggles*

Kitten: Anyway, onto the disclaimer! Just a reminder, I will only say Disclaimer once at the beginning of each story!

Kitten: Disclaimer; I do not own Pokemon. All characters in the Poke Special Manga belong to rightful owners, except for the ones I create myself, and I also own this story.

Kitten: Please enjoy!

~Chapter 1~

My name is Shell. I grew up in Pallet Town in the Kanto Region. A lot of people know me for being a certain legend's little sister. Him and I have a four year gap between each other. To be honest, I only remember bits and pieces of him from my childhood. Mainly because he was barely around. Or at least, that's how it was after he left for his Pokemon Journey.

I was 7 when he first left me and mom. I didn't want him to go. I really, really didn't. He was my big brother, I wanted him to stay with me forever. But of course, I knew that wasn't possible. Still, I had hopes. I just wanted him to stay for a little longer, a year at the most. Because even then, as a clueless little 7-year-old girl, I knew the day he left would be one of the last times I saw him.

"Shell?" He asked, gazing down at me as I tugged on his sleeve. "..What's wrong?"

I bawled, staring into his crimson orbs, tears streaking my face, "I-I don't want you to go, Red! I want you to stay here with me! Don't go! Don't leave me, please!"

My brother grinned sheepishly as he knelt in front of me, "Aw Shell, I'm not leaving you. I'd never leave my little sister behind. It's just…Professor Oak needs the Pokedex filled up, and he can't do that on his own, you know. Plus, he thinks I'm so good that he's sending me on a journey to learn and catch different Pokemon, and giving me a Bulbasaur of my own. Haven't you always wanted to see a real Bulbasaur, Shell? Not anything like the ones on your shelves?"

I stopped crying and blinked up at him, "B-Bulbasaur? A real one?" I sniffled.

"Yeah," Red riposted, his grin widening. "A real one." he paused, "Tell you what, if you let me go now to go start my journey, I promise I'll come back as soon as I can to show you my Bulbasaur!"

"C-Can I hold him and play with him?!" I asked excitedly.

Red merely snickered, his gloved hand reaching up and ruffling my hair, "'Course you can. Like I could ever say no to you."

"Yay!" I cheered as I hugged him around his waist. "Good luck, Red, and be careful! Come back for lots of visits and show me Bulbasaur!"

"Okay," Red laughed, "I will."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

"Good. …I love you, Red."

"Love you too, Shell."

He kept that special promise for the longest time. He visited me and mom whenever he could, whenever he got the spare time. Which, at the start of his journey, Red had all the spare time in the world.

Constantly he would come for visits. He would always show me his team, including Bulbasaur, and how strong they were getting. They all got big pretty quickly, but I still found them adorable. Besides, the trainer of the team did happen to be Red, after all. Of course they would grow and become strong rapidly. It's Red. And man, was my brother strong. Each time he visited, he always showed me his badges. The number out of 8 would increase by 1, or 2 at the most per visit, which was looking back…probably twice or three times a month.

I recall always getting overexcited whenever those times of the month rolled around. I remember getting up early, managing to wake mom up after a few attempts, and wait for Red to come, which was always around 13:00 to 14:30, or sometimes even longer than that, depending on where he was currently. He was in different regions, different towns, cities, etc. If he was in another region, it would take 4-6 hours.

But the wait was worth it. It was all worth sitting in front of the door, refusing to eat the prepared dinner until Red was there. All worth it to have my face light up when that door open, seeing my brother's big grin despite his exhaustion, cap off, revealing his messy black hair. Yes, it was all beyond worth it to jump into his arms with pure joy, snuggling close to the one person I had missed all month.

At dinner, Red would do his usual talk about his journey and how he was holding up. Despite the fact that he was pretty tired from the journey so far, his energetic attitude still remained, as well as his confident grin.

On those nights, Red would sleep with me in my room. When I asked, he didn't seem to mind, as he would automatically agree. I was usually the first one to fall asleep in the first hour or so, though Red at times fell asleep quicker than me now and then, and I would follow suit not too long after.

After a while, I didn't even have to ask. It soon became a tradition for Red to come home for visits, talk, hang out, eat dinner, play with his Pokemon, and then go to sleep in my room. I honestly enjoyed the visits. I made the most out of them. After all, my brother was pretty much a hero. Constantly yet willingly doing things for those in need during his journey. Saving the world over and over. Yes, even I myself saw him as a hero. Being a hero can be tough, so it was no wonder he was more tired than usual during some visits.

However, things began to take a turn. The season was mid-spring in Pallet Town, when I had heard that Red had become the Pokemon League Champion. I was beyond ecstatic, as I couldn't wait for him to come home so me and mom could congratulate him and I could hang out with him like always.

So, I waited by the door all day for Red to arrive. Eventually, he did. A little late, but I didn't care. The first thing I noticed were his eyes; they were colorless, empty, void of emotion. He also seemed to be struggling to smile, as his face was just…blank. As I backed up, mom ran over and hugged my brother tightly, yet Red didn't hug back. He seemed to be staring into nothingness. I wanted to say something, but mom was so happy. I didn't want to spoil the mood for her. So, I decided to save the questioning for later.

After Dinner, mom turned in early, not before giving my brother one more hug, and me a small kiss, as I was playing with his team. He seemed to be just sitting there next to me, looking down.

"What's going on with you?" I questioned incredulously after shaking him a few times to get his attention.

Red blinked, "What do you mean?" His voice, his tone was just as cold as his eyes.

"You've been acting weird ever since you've come home with the title of, 'Pokemon League Champion'." I stated, "Did something happen?"

"No," Red answered shortly, giving an empty smile, "Everything's fine." The smile dropped as quickly as it appeared.

He was lying to me. My brother was lying to me, and it hurt. He had never lied to be before, ever.

I shut my eyes tightly and pretended to look down at Pika on my lap who gazed up at me worriedly. I glanced to my right, only to see Red getting up and beginning to walk away.

"I'm gonna sleep in my own room tonight," he stated colorlessly as he exited.

Pika winced with a frown as my warm tears hit his fur. I didn't know what was happening. I didn't know what was happening to Red. I didn't know what was wrong with my brother. Why was he so distant and cold, especially around me? Doesn't Red still like me? Doesn't he love me anymore? What did I do?

"Pika…" I choked, "D-Does Red…hate me?"

The mouse Pokemon's eyes dilated in both sorrow and shock, and he rapidly shook his head, as if saying no over and over.

But it was hard for me to believe him. I merely dropped my head and sobbed miserably, only having Pika and the rest of Red's team to comfort me.

That was the last time I ever saw my brother. After that, he just stopped visiting. There was still a tiny bit of hope left in me that he would come back, so I stayed at the door a few times. But he never did, so I eventually gave up and stopped waiting.

Mom always cried a lot, and didn't seem as happy anymore. It was torture to hear her cry. It was torture for me to hear anyone cry. I merely stayed in my room and watched TV, trying my best to block out her heart piercing wails.

It was lonely at home without Red. Mom and I missed him like hell. I knew mom was aware that I understood the situation fully. I wasn't a stupid kid. There were times where she would do her best to smile and hug me, her last child, her youngest. I could tell she also knew I was pretty upset as well and she was trying to cheer me up despite her own mental situation, but it didn't help.

I didn't know how to feel. I wanted to be angry, infuriated, pissed. But instead, all I felt was hurt, broken and lonely. I would throw my head into my pillow and scream out my frustration, about how Red left me, about how life wasn't fair. But that would only end in muffled heartbroken sobs.

I wanted more than anything to see Red. I wanted to knock some sense into him, yell at him, scream and then hug him and cry. I wanted him to know how badly he had hurt mom. I wanted him to know what he had done to me.

I eventually lost track of time. Before I knew it, it was a week before my 11th birthday. Everyone knows what it means when you hit 11. It means you're finally old enough to start your Pokemon Journey.

I was definitely going. After a long, slightly rough talk with my mom, she agreed to let me go on the day of my 11th birthday, as long as we could celebrate it the day before, to which I agreed to.

Every trainer has goals on the journey they take. To become the greatest, to collect all the Pokemon in the Pokedex, beat all the Gym Leaders, etc.

Yes, most of those are my goals on my Journey. But I have one main goal; to bring Red back home.

I had first decided a long time ago, that I was going to be the one to find my brother and take him back home to Pallet Town. I knew it wouldn't be easy. In fact, I knew it would probably be one of the hardest things I've ever had to do.

But I knew I had to. I wanted to see mom smile again, I wanted that empty void in my heart to be filled once again. I just wanted the stupid pain to stop. It was so bad, it was almost unbearable.

In the mean time, I was going to be one of the greatest trainers there is. I was going to beat all the gym leaders, collect all types of Pokemon, make friends along the way, etc.

Though it sounded funny, I wanted to surpass my brother. It was going to take beyond a lot of hard work, but it was all worth it. When I see my brother some day, I am going to battle him, beat him, show him how strong I've become as a trainer, and then drag him back home.

On the night before my birthday, dressed in my Pink Polka Dot Pajamas, I looked into the mirror; I smirked.

I'm coming for you, Red.