The sun was shining midday fast aproaching. At a small lake a girl waits in eagerness twiddling her thumbs as she stares patiently into the water. Her outfit was hastily thrown together, consisting of a red shirt with a black sweater, zipped down to showcase the Pokecenter logo, a single pokeball. Her hair dyed blue and her eyes a vibrant green, she sits in the forest bordering Hearthome City, the wind in her face as she grips the lone pokeball she could afford from the Pokemart.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her vision, she spots a flash of orange ebb from the waiter, like a mirage, then one closer, ripples form around a invisible creature seemingly one with the water, flowing graciously just beneath the surface then, with a clam in its mouth, a lone buizel surfaces next to a rock, banging the clam open against the rock.

Ivy had one shot, it was either catch this pokemon, or have the wrath of her mother to look forward to after leaving home when every child does, going back home now would just prove her right, about how she wasn't ready for the outside world yet,that she was better off wasting away as a receptionist for high class businessmen, who wore tuxedos blacker than an unown, and with more sticks up their asses than thoughts in their brains.

Luckly, Professor Oak was visiting, having to attend a press conference and after a little convincing (begging for a solid minute and a half) he gave her a Pokedex, much to her mother's dismay. If she failed-no-she wouldn't, she couldn't, focusing all of her energy she lobs the pokeball at the buizel, who has caught sight of the pokeball by now.

The Buizel charges up one of its maves using a weak water gun to knock the ball back the way it came, nearly colliding with her head if she hadn't caught it in time. She froze for a second, before throwing the pokeball back at the buizel, who in turn knocked the ball back towards the girl.

The girl, fed up with the buizel's antics, voices her frustration. "Come on! I'm the next greatest pokemon trainer, Ivy! And to be a trainer I gotta have a pokemon, so just stay still and-" Ivy in her speech, forgot to grab the oncoming pokeball, and was hit in the face with about a pound of metal. Makes you wonder how pokemon can take all of this damage and be right as rain after a visit to the pokecenter

"Heyl Trainer! Quick tip: keep your eye on the ball. Or is the pokemon smarter than the trainer

now?"

Ivy quickly looked around to find the source of the voice, ready to chew out whoever just mocked her..Yet no one was there, other than the buizel that is. "Who said that?" Her voice fluttered, believing someone was watching her, hiding amongst the trees like the zangoose or the seviper that lived here.

"Down here!"

The voice called again, Ivy looked at the buizel who had come right to the shore line looking at her with an annoyed look. "Wow, you're the first human to look at me when. I said look. It's almost like you can hear me!

Ivy froze for the second time today, not out of surprise but confusion. That pokemon… that Buizel, just spoke… No way, that's not possible. But there wasn't anyone else around to talk to her. Historically only psychic types have been able to communicate with their trainers, and only in thoughts and emotions. Not a full fledged conversation like this. Even then, buizel are water types, so what's going on here?

"Did you just speak?" a concerned Ivy stuttered to the buizel, a look of desperation on her face, she didnt wanna be labeled as "the one who talks to pokemon" and get made fun of for generations.

"Yea, but a human like you would never be able to understand me!" the buizel responds. "I do" Ivy quickly interjects, not wanting to startle the buizel too much, but unfortunately the damage is done, the buizel stops paddling in shock and sinks a tiny bit before its neck life preserver auto activates, giving it buoyancy as it's mouth is agape in pure shock, if Ivy wasn't in the middle of a life altering event, it would be rather cute.

"Ok if you can understand me what's 47?" the buizel issues as a snappy comeback.

"11, what's the capital of kanto?"

"Celadon city!" The buizel says, finding its footing and swiming ashore, trying to look intimidating, but its hard to look that way when your about half the height of the person your trying to intimidate. "What's super effective against ghost types?

"Ghost and dark types!" Ivy clapped back, staring down the buizel with the same ferocity and distrust it was giving her. But soon, they both return back to… normal.

"So you aint flubbin. You really can understand me right now?"

"Yea. Every word. Pokemon aren't supposed to be able to speak right?"

"We speak. But only pokemon can understand fellow pokemon. It's the natural order and you broke it. Heh. Putter there, fellow freak." The buizel puts out its paw, offering it up for a handshake. "Hey! I am not a freak!" Ivy retorts, before inevitably shaking hands with the buizel.

"The names.. Well i don't have a name from birth, so just call me……" The buizel spots a name on the side of her bag, a little plushie adorned with the name: "Hamtaro. Yea. Call me Hamtaro."

"Great. Well Hamtaro, i was thinkin-"

"Of course I'll come along!"

"What? How could you have known what I was gonna say?"

"Well you did spend an awful long amount of time trying to catch me, and running now would be kinda dumb considering we're the rarest poketrainer duo this side of the Sinnoh region, so i'm sticking with you whether you like it or not!"

Hamtaro had a point, and thanks to its agreement, Ivy doesn't have to fight a losing battle anymore. "Ok then, you're on my team!"

PARTY MEMBER GET!!!

Hamtaro the Buizel

Species:Buizel

Age:5 (early adulthood)

Bio: A kind hearted individual at heart, this little rascal likes to cause a little mischief wherever he goes, but the scars and bruises across its body is a testament to those it's helped get out of a tight spot.

Hamtaro bursts with energy, taping its hind paw on the ground as it says "Yes! Let's get going! We gotta find a place to camp, you did buy camping equipment didn't you?" Ivy froze for the third time today, and simply turned around, with an angry buizel at her heels, she would buy equipment, and start again… tomorrow.