You know, I always wanted to be a trainer. I did the research, I attended the free classes, I even snuck out from time to time to see if I could spy a few Pokemon playing along the edge of the grass outside of town. My mother would always warn me that I shouldn't go in, though. "If you had your own Pokemon, it'd be okay, but you don't, so..."

I felt like that was a burn on me or something. From my own mother!

What a bitch.

Though I guess I can't knock her for being worried about me. She did buy me that Wii not too long ago. I had just finished watching a special about the Red Gyarados in Johto and was about to start up the little white box before my mother called me downstairs. Apparently, my neighbor stopped by to tell me something, but was in such a god-damned hurry that he left without saying it. It was my friend Tyson, but I prefer to call him Bitch.

It was about a five minute walk to his house to see what his message was, and I was greeted at his door by being bowled over by the blond Bitch himself. He said something about a lake and a fine if I was late, but I tuned him out. He ran back inside, forgetting something, and I followed him, looking to his mother with pity in my heart. She returned my look with one of understanding. That poor woman.

She told me he was upstairs, but instead of his name, I imagined hearing only the word Bitch. It made me chuckle. When I got up there, he had finished packing, and ran past me again. I met him again at the entrance to town, where he unveiled his grand scheme.

He had also seen the Red Gyarados special, and it reminded him of the Pokemon that is said to live at our own Lake Verity. He wanted to see it, and to be honest, so did I. I went to the lake often when I was younger, and it often calmed my emotions to watch the Pokemon there play in the water and in the nearby tall grass. Everything always seemed so balanced there, so I agreed to go with him, if for nothing else than to enjoy the scenery once again.

On the way, without me having to ask, he told me of his goal to be a Pokemon trainer. I personally feel bad for any Pokemon left in his care, but he wasn't a bad guy per-se. He said if he saw one while we were searching, he was going to catch it (somehow) and make it battle for him like a trainer should. I called him a noob and smacked him in the back of the head. My father trained Pokemon, after all, so I knew more about the trainer-Pokemon bond than most new trainers did. If you have to make a Pokemon fight with you, then you're doing it wrong.

Before I could explain this to Bitch, though, we arrived at the lake. Verity was as calm and peaceful as I remember, and the water was so still that anything that moved along the entire glassy surface could be spotted easily. However, there was something different there.

Two figures stood in the tall grass, a tall, intimidating man, and a girl. I couldn't hear what they were talking about, but when they started coming towards us, I froze. The girl was cute, but the man stared into your very soul. I shouldn't have been afraid, but I was. Bitch was, too, but, you know, he's a bitch, so I expected as much. He told us to step aside with a polite 'please' and we did. Free from his gaze, I happily watched him... or rather, the girl leave. I don't know if she knows, but she has a very nice ass.

Bitch said something was in the grass, but I was tuning him out until I couldn't see dat booty shake no mo. When I turned around, he was already waist deep in the grass. I tried calling him back, but he was running, and I had to do the same. When I caught up with him and began unleashing my impressive repertoire of insults, he told me to relax, that we weren't going to be there long enough to get attacked by Pokemon.

He should have told that to the two Starly that started attacking us. They seemed to think we were in there just long enough.

A couple of the little birds blazed into us. Bitch hit the dirt to avoid it, but, in my stupidity, I tried to calm the birds down. They decided not to accept my offer and slammed into me, and as I hit the ground, my head knocked into something hard. I was having such a great day.

I remember hearing a click and feeling a small gust of wind as what I had hit turned out to be a briefcase that my impact had opened. Turning my head to the side, I could see a few pokeballs, and, as my head was still spinning, I grabbed one and stood. I wasn't really thinking about the consequences of using someone else's Pokemon at the time. I cried havoc, and, flinging the orb into the air, released the dogs of war.

In this case, that dog happened to be a penguin.

A Piplup materialized, and was just as surprised to see me as I was to see it. I knew I couldn't take both Starly on by myself, so I told Bitch to grab one. As soon as he did, I focused my attention to my opponent. Glancing back to the case, I saw, where the Piplup's ball had been, the attacks that it could use. It was a low level, but it was so peaceful around here that the Pokemon attacking us were probably lower.

I ordered the Piplup to attack, but it didn't seem to listen to me. The proud penguin defied me up until the point where it was struck by the Starly's Tackle, sending him bowling into my shin. Now that we shared the same pain, he seemed to cooperate. I think I might have given him a little pep talk, but my head is still hurting, so I can't remember it all that well. Suffice to say, it must have worked, because the Piplup wielded its little flippers in surprisingly powerful Pound attacks. The Starly didn't last long, and I had enough time to look over and see Tyson and his chosen critter Turtwig chase off the other wicked bird.

We had held. Bitch made a snarky comment about his Turtwig being better than Piplup, and the tiny titan seemed suddenly pissed off. I lifted the blue bird into my arms to restrain his micro-rage just as that girl from before entered the clearing. She seemed absolutely freaked out that we were using those Pokemon, but she left with the briefcase, not asking us to return them or anything. I was confused, of course, but I figured that there was only one way back to town, and that intimidating old man would be waiting for us along the route.

On our way home, I continued to keep the Piplup up, his claws perching on my forearms like a balcony as his head bobbed with every step. He was a cute little thing. Strong, too. I wondered how much I'd have to beg to get to keep him, and, from what I could tell, Tyson was thinking the same thing. A Turtwig is an odd choice for someone as active as he was, though. Or maybe it was the perfect one.

When we met the old man on the way, all he asked was to look at the Pokemon. After studying them for a bit, he gave a short nod and started walking away. I was pretty confused at that point, and Tyson recommended that we both head home for now. It dinner time, after all, and I knew my mother would know what to do.

Of course, she did. As the Piplup pecked at the pile of spaghetti noodles offered him, my mom told me that the man was probably Professor Rowan, who was rumored to have returned to his lab in Sandgem. It was a thirty minute walk, but she told me that it was best if I went as soon as I could to apologize and explain myself. I probably should have done that at the route, but he was too scary to get a word in around his paralyzing gaze.

After enjoying the dinner, I took the Piplup with me into the route on the way to Sandgem. Now that I had a Pokemon, I found myself going into places deeper than I had ever gone to without my father or mother and their Pokemon to protect me. The Piplup plodded happily by my side, though, pecking at the occasional strand of grass that tickled the nostrils on his tiny beak.

I had just picked him up again to spare him the green grasp of the offending foliage when we heard a shout. Rushing to investigate, we found a man being accosted by a hilarious pack of Bidoof. He apparently had no Pokemon of his own, yet he carried a large satchel around his shoulder. Without my command, the Piplup lept from my arms and into the fray, challenging the rodents to honorable combat. I joined the battle just before the Bidoof decided to gang up on him. Despite his stout frame, the creatures found a hard time trying to hit Piplup, and he improvised his Pound attacks into a spinning move that gave all three of the buck-tooth beavers a smackdown. As he defeated him, I saw his little body flash as his naturally changing body, like all Pokemon, increased in power as it was made to fight more. He leveled up. Score.

When they ran, the man thanked us and revealed his identity as a Pokemart salesman. He gave us a free potion sample of his goodies, as well as a convenient medical starter kit when he learned that I didn't have one. I didn't have the heart to tell him that I wasn't officially a trainer.

When I arrived at Sandgem, I was greeted by Dawn, who led me to the nearby lab. When I reached the door, I was again bowled over by Bitch, who spouted something about Professor Rowan and having to be somewhere. I sighed and entered the lab myself, where the intimidating man indeed seemed a lot less scary.

He looked over the Piplup again and, with a smile, issued me something that I thought would give me a heart attack. It was a license to handle and train Pokemon for battle. He told me that he found my application online and, despite me not having completed the several hours of supervised field experience, processed it and gave it to me. With that, he also led me to his computer, where his Piplup was displayed, as well as a name-entry bar.

He explained that he could see a bond starting to form between me and the Piplup and willingly transferred the trainer rights to my new record. The Piplup was mine, and I knew just what to name him.

For his princely attitude, as well as his color, I dubbed him Royal. Roy for short. He crossed his flippers and announced, in his peeping language, that it was acceptable, so I finished the registration and had my first Pokemon. I can't really describe, in words, how it felt, so I won't bother. This journal shouldn't be read by other people, anyway.

Now that that was done, though, Rowan had another task for me. He presented me with a Pokedex. Like the task my father and two of his closest friends had been given, I was told to collect information on all the local species of Pokemon. Sinnoh was a big place, but it gave me a reason to explore it all with my new blue buddy. I graciously accepted, knowing that, if I had refused, he probably would have just stared at me until I caved.

With that, he bid me luck on my journey. As I left, Roy waddling by my side in content satisfaction, I met the girl again, who introduced herself as Dawn, the Professor's aide. She offered to show me the Pokemon Center and the Pokemart. What I heard was "Would you mind staring at my butt as I tell you things you already know?"

This was agreeable with my interests as a new trainer and a budding youth.

When she finished swaying -I swear that skirt did nothing to hide it- She mentioned that I should head home and tell my mother that'd I'd be traveling. I had to ask her if it was okay, of course. That, and it was getting late. Tomorrow was another day, and though Tyson knew only rushed impatience, I could stand to rest after today. My body was still hurting from the Starly attack, after all.

Taking a shortcut over the ledges, I commented on Dawn's curvy features to Royal, to which he replied with a wolf-whistle in his cheeping language. That was when we bonded, not as trainer and Pokemon, but as guys.

When we got home, I explained everything to my mother, who was surprisingly ecstatic. She had already packed all the gear I would need, having been told by Rowan over the phone what he had planned right after I had left to go see him. She gave me this journal, too, and told me to write in it every day, not sparing a single detail. She wanted to read it when my journey was completed, and, she offered, that it would make a great gift to the girl I wanted to marry later, hinting at what my father had done to woo her. Of course, the only girl I could think of was Dawn, and letting her see how much I liked her rump was probably not the most romantic way of going about things.

A man can dream, though.

Anyway, I'm sitting up in my bed right now, watching my Piplup helplessly fail at Wii Sports. The only thing he was good at was baseball, because the swinging motion was easy for his round little body to accomplish. Still, flippers made it hard to hold, and more than once during the writing of this log have I stood from my bed to re-tie the band around his tapered arm. I'm not loosing a TV to his slippery little body.

Alright, I'm getting tired, and my wrist is getting sore from all this writing. I hope that none of my other little entries run this long. I'd hate to bore my 'future wife.'

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What did you think? This is what happens when I get inspired, it seems. All I did in the game was the initial start-up dealies, and came up with this. I will incorporate the attitude and such that my Pokemon have into the story, of course. For example, Royal is a Hasty Piplup who gets angered easily, according to his status page. I fought three Bidoof in a row on my way to Sandgem, as well. I think that this is going to be pretty fun! I might post again tonight depending on how much farther I get.

Oh, and yes, I did name my rival Bitch. I can not be the first one who's done this, and I will not be the last.