Author's Note:

The actually start of the fanfic. Thank fudging goodness! I never thought I would get this done! Anyway, here's the start of fanfic: Enjoy!

"Ah!" a young teenage girl woke up in a violently timid state. She had just witnessed a horrible dream and was shaking terribly from the shock. She looked around her room as if searching for something.

"Huff…huff…wait…" the girl flopped back on her bed as she wiped the sweat running down her face.

"It's just a dream…?" She questioned herself not sure whether to ask if what she really just saw a dream or reality.

Feeling the autumn heat pour through the window, the girl shielded her eyes and clicked her tongue as she talked to herself, "What time is?"

The girl's vision glanced over to an old clock sitting on the vanity. She felt herself becoming dazed by the hypnotic ticking noises it made.

"12:45… I shouldn't be in bed for too long…"

The girl threw the bed sheets off her bed as she walked up to classical styled vanity mirror. She took the thick brush laying on the vanity and strung it slowly through her medium-short, dark brown messy hair as she untangled the knots. Once she was finished she grabbed her some of her regular clothes and put them on.

Coming back to the vanity she took a thoughtful look at herself. She now wore a purple smock top with a forest-like design on the bottom of the blouse. To withstand the cool winds, she also wore a comfy autumn jacket to help her withstand the weather on top of it. The lower half of her body was layered with gray jeans with a hint of beige and black hiking boots that kept her feet warm.

The girl marveled at herself for a quick mili-second as she felt a small sharp pain in her stomach. She just remembered she hadn't eaten anything yet and decided it would not be best to put it off later for she would forget about the scenario entirely.

The girl prepared to go downstairs until a sudden urge of curiosity hit her. When she turned around to check her room again, next to her vanity, the girl noticed her nearby window had sticky note stuck to it.

"A note on my window?" she scurried over to the window frame and tore the taped note off the frame,

"I don't remember this being here before," she thought confusingly never seeing its vibrant pink color, "Is this Ginka's?"

The girl subconsciously walked to the end of the room and downstairs as she read the note,

Pokemon Import #101375: 11/14/13

Location: Birch Pokemon Laboratory,
a hand to the face came to the young woman as she sighed, "Ginka you loser…can't you be organized for once?" the girl sighed deeply as she looked around the kitchen. The girl knew that this, Ginka, was the messiest man on the planet. He could never organize himself and usually left the girl to clean up half of his messes so she could actually move in the place. The girl cringed for a brief moment trying not to imagine how the house would be like if she wasn't living there.

In her mind, it would've probably been a nightmare.

She sighed, again, briefly as she glanced at the kitchen counter; to her surprise she noticed a medium dark brown suitcase. The girl examined the pockets of the suitcases to strangely find nothing in them.

"What the heck?" she announced to herself out loud, "Ginka's a very messy person…why is his suitcase so clean for once?" the girl questioned herself as she examined the bag. The girl then attempted to look in the bigger pocket of the suitcase, but her moral respect for other people's property came into mind as she stopped searching through the bag. For a brief moment, something told her not to open the last pocket. She arched her back, gave a hefty yawn, checked the note in her hand, and scowled,"I guess I have to deliver this to him, again, like all the other ones."

The girl picked up the suitcase and took a firm grip on the metal handle. It wasn't as heavy as she thought it would be, but it wasn't a walk in the park to carry either. Once she found her comfort zone she opened the front door and from exiting and locked it from behind. She then gazed at the sidewalk in front of her and started to walk at a fast pace.

"I never thought Ginka would stoop this low," she scowled as she lowered her head. Curiosity got the best of her as her growing desire for knowledge became a burden. She stopped in her place, leaned in on the suitcase, and prepared to open the last compartment, " It can't hurt to look a tiny bit, right?"

Despite her better judgment, she began to undo the belts on the flaps and attempt to sneak a peek at the wonder. However, she realized she was never going to be able to look after hearing a nostalgic voice,

"Oh Kahori-chan!"

The girl name Kahori turned around trying not to look like a guilty thief who stole some guy's luggage.

"Oh! Oba-san!" Kahori stated as she bowed trying to be a polite as possible.

"Oh my!" the woman stated quite amused, "You don't have to do that dearie~, I've known you ever since you were a little girl. There's no need to be like that!"

Kahori blushed as she scratched the back of her head and turned away,

"Thank you...Yuni-san…"

The woman named Yuni gave another slightly amused expression as she glanced at the bag,

"Oh my! Are you going on a journey already? Well I guess time does pass by," Yuni

cheered happily.

"Oh no!" Kahori waved her hands in a reassuring matter, "I'm not really interested in doing something like that. I'm just delivering one of Ginka's parcels."

"Oh dear!" Yuni cried, "Ginka forgot another one of his belongings? Tell me! How on earth do you handle him?"

Kahori chuckled, "Sometimes I don't even know myself!"

Yuni gave a slightly haughtier chuckle as she burst with enthusiasm, "Well if we were ever find out how and you want start a journey have fun and kudos!" and with that she walked off happily.

Kahori sighed deeply as she and lifted up the handle of the suitcase. Over the time she'd spent in Littleroot town she had come to known a few nice people-Yuni-san included. Her silent personality never paved the way for a very popular person nor did her short black hair and caramel colored skin that blended with the night. Meeting some people who truly understood her, though, helped her get through the cheery town with her melancholy.

From afar, an older teenage boy with dark blue hair could be seen standing on a tree limb observing the whole scene. The boy snickered as he talked to himself aloud, "Well, Well…looks like we have something interesting here. Don't you think so Banette?"

The pokemon gave a sinister smile equal to its trainer as a reply back. The trainer danced around in an almost drunkenly fashion, but kept firm on the tree branch.

"Who knew my master was wrong." He smirked as he exclaimed with glee, "This is going to be a fun mission. I have a lot I want to do with that girl. Heh." The boy chuckled as stated,

"Come on Banette, let's go back to HQ. We have a lot to prepare for."

"Ban!" the pokemon replied as they both teleported from the tree branch.

"Oh man! Why is Professor Birch's lab in such a tangled mess like this?!" Kahori exclaimed in frustration as she tried to get out of tangled mess of vines, shrubs and bushes. She couldn't help but be amused and angered that a person could live in such disorder like Ginka. Wasn't one already enough for her?

Finally, Kahori reached what was presumed to be the end of the muddle. Relieved, she sighed and attempted to reach the end of it all.

"Almost …there…" the girl reached out from the vines entangling her struck out the get rid of a single remaining cobweb.

Kahori stretched out her hand as wide as she could to reach the web; the vines still constricting her left leg and upper body. The girl looked down and thought of an idea. She took her hand with the suitcase and passed it off to her other hand she then reached the distance needed to rip through the web and trip out of the vines holding her.

"Hey, that was kind of…soft…" Realization hit the girl like someone shooting a bullet from a gun.

She looked under to see that she had accidently landed on top of a sleeping pokemon. Kahori held her anxiety in as she got off the pokemon quickly.

When she examined it, from afar, she noticed from its pale pink and white colors that the pokemon was a plump Wurmple. The pokemon opened its eyes and looked around quickly before locking on Kahori.

"Wurmple…" the pokemon growled as it approached the cowardly girl. For her, it was never as if she didn't interact with pokemon. In fact, it was the complete opposite. She enjoyed their presences and always liked feeding them if they needed a meal. However, dealing with an angry pokemon was a different story. She had neither the experience nor capacity on how to handle a situation like this.

More questions came to her than answers. Should she face it head on? Or should she run? After all, it was just a tiny little Wurmple. Still, she was conflicted. She knew that all pokemon had high potential to cause great harm despite how weak they are, but in this situation it would be impossible to tell now. Her mind was so conflicted and confused that Kahori could not decide on what to do. The answer came to her sooner than she thought, though.

"WURMPLE! WURMPLE!" the pokemon cried as a group of more wurmple surrounded her.

Running was now out of the option.

Kahori began to panic,

"There all over the place, god!" she looked around for any source of salvation, "what can I do?"

The Wurmple began to enclose Kahori even more as the pressure closed in on her.

"Wait," the girl quickly laid the suitcase on the ground and opened up the remaining pocket inside of it. She moved her hands through what seemed to be an everlasting abundance of papers. It was not until Kahori touched something smooth that a sense of relief came to her. The girl quickly pulled out the item, almost scrambling, with it. When it finally came to light, a strange fully-red pokeball with a 'G' in an even darker scarlet red was shown.

The girl stood up swiftly as she held the pokeball in her hand and put it close to her face,

"Okay," she thought her body shaking to a point where she could barely hold the pokeball in her hand, "Whatitsface, Come on out!" she cried as a bright light shown from the pokeball and the capsule opened. A bright light shown from the ball blinding the raging Wurmple and Kahori, but it settled after the Pokemon came out of the ball.

The next sight that Kahori saw astounded her.

The awaiting pokemon was orange all over with bits of fur on its side a slightly tinted color of yellow. The pokemon had beady black eyes and an orange beak. The last remaining features that Kahori noticed was that the pokemon had a yellow flower like hair style that pointed up and out of its head and gray feet that contrasted the whole ordeal.

The Wurmple gained consciousness as they began to prepare an attack. Kahori could tell it was String Shot attack from watching docudramas about bug pokemon. She looked down at the newly called out pokemon who stared straight back at her.

"What is this thing? I don't know any of its moves!" the girl held head in panic, "What do I do now?!"

The pokemon looked confusingly at Kahori as it looked back at the post-prepared pokemon. Simultaneously, each of the Wurmple fired a String Shot attack. The girl grabbed the pokemon in her hand and duck to dodge the incoming attack. The pokemon's response was that of a startled look as it was grabbed so quickly. Due to her quick reflexes, the String Shot that each pokemon fired hit each other pokemon on the other side immobilizing them. Kahori then, in all the confusion, stepped over the immobilized pokemon and began to run away.

"Now's my chance!" Kahori ran straight towards a pale white building in her path, "If I could just reach that building…" the girl gasped for breath as she lunged for the building.

"Ah!" Kahori suddenly fell down with a thud as she felt everything in her body hurt.

"Owww…" the girl strained to get up in fear, but when trying to move her legs she noticed they were caught by a string of web.

"What?" Kahori looked back to see a very angry Wurmple glaring at her. She then turned to see the pokemon she had so tightly held on to. She sighed half-heartily as she saw it was okay still looking at her with curiosity.

Kahori took the tiny pokemon from her hands and let it stand up to go on. The pokemon looked at her with even more confusion as she tried to push it away from her,

"I know you can't understand me or what I'm trying to do, but…"Kahori struggled to get the words out as she held herself from choking them in.

"Just go! That pokemon is dangerous! You need to get out of here!" the pokemon flinched at her words.

Kahori pointed at the lab and screamed, "Go on! Just go!"

The pokemon looked at the girl sadly and skipped towards the lab, but it quickly turned around and stood in front of Kahori.

"It didn't understand me…?" the girl looked back to see the pokemon standing in a battle stance ready for battle. "No, it tried running away, but I think it …"

The pokemon glanced at Kahori and gave the best looking grin it could give with a beak. It turned around and stated, "Torchic!"

"Tor…chic?" Kahori muttered.

"WURMPLE!" the pokemon sounded angrier at the creature now known as 'Torchic's remark.

"WURMPLE!" the pokemon cried as it sent multiple purple sticks at the duo from its mouth.

"That's Poison Sting!" Kahori gazed in horror. She knew that pokemon poison was ten times worse that any normal poison humans could conjure up. If she was hit with it she knew she'd be a goner.

Kahori laid flat on the ground as she put her head face first preparing for impact, but the Torchic stood its ground as it formed a quick fireball and shot it out of its mouth.

The fireball shot through the array of Poison Sting and continued in the direction of the Wurmple. The Wurmple panicked at the fireball and attempted to run away, but it was still hit as it was blown away into the forest. A spout of smoke burst in the area as Kahori coughed as she looked behind her,

"A pokemon has that much power? What did I…" Kahori took a long good look at the silhouette of the Torchic, "…get myself into?"

The Torchic skipped over to Kahori ankle and with its beak, undid the bands of gooey strings around it. Kahori moved her ankle towards her chest and crisscrossed her legs. Her ankle still hurt from the fall and she didn't find it safe to get up yet.

"I guess I sprained my ankle," Kahori sighed with a hint of disbelief, "I should go to the lab for help."

"Torchic?" Kahori noticed the pokemon with a face of glum standing right next to her foot.

"Oh yeah, I need to thank you for saving me earlier…really appreciated it." Kahori stated calmly as she gave the pokemon a warm smile.

The Torchic perked up; all signs of its previous melancholy disappeared from its face as it hopped into Kahori arms.

"Whoa!" Kahori became startled at the unpredicted jump, but didn't mind the pokemon's warmth.

She and the pokemon were safe...

…And that was all that mattered at the moment.

Kahori looked up to the moving sky; she smiled as looked back down at the pokemon,

"I guess we might be stuck here for a little while," Kahori trailed of as the pokemon looked up at her.

Using the least of her strength she had, she pushed herself back to a nearby shady tree.

"We'll just have to stay here until someone passes by; my ankle hurts too much to stand up right now," Kahori stated with a hint of sadness in her voice.

"Torchic! Torchic! To-orchic!" the pokemon proudly proclaimed as it leaped from Kahori's arm and stood in an affirmative stance.

Kahori couldn't help but chuckle, "You want to stand guard?"

"Torchic!"

"Fine, I'll leave guarding me to you. As for me, I'm going to rest for a while." Kahori closed her eyes as she hummed herself to sleep. The last clear thing she could hear was the shuffling of bushes nearby…

…And done! Gosh! This was like 12 pages on Word alone. Man, I need to make shorter chapters or else no one will want to read them ;( . Anyways, tell me what you think about this fanfic and if you have any ideas you want to share make sure to leave that particular idea's, name, motives, pokemon, gender, age, and abilities of their own.

Catch you guys later and see you soon.