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#01 - vs. Zelbil
The little, eight-year old boy waded through the tall grass, glancing every which way. He held a red-and-white orb in his hand.
("I have to catch a pokemon,") he thought, clenching the monster ball in his hand. ("All the other kids have pokemon, except for me.") He entered a small clearing in the grass, and his eyes widened. A brown-furred squirrel-like creature with a light-brown ring on its belly sat there, licking its paw. ("A pokemon! I'm gonna catch it!")
As the boy took a step deeper into the clearing, the long rabbit-like ears of the otachi twitched. The pokemon turned, long ring-marked tail stiffening when it saw the boy.
"Otachi, you're mine!" the boy exclaimed, pointing at the pokemon who hissed back. "Monster ball go!" He threw the ball at the otachi, but its tail lashed out, smacking the sphere uselessly into the long grass. "No!" The otachi growled, taking a step forward, and the boy's eyes widened in fear. ("Oh no, it's going to eat me!")
Hissing, the angry pokemon charged forward, fangs bared. It leapt into the air, prepared to attack the human that had disturbed its peace, when a blur slammed into its side.
The young boy tentatively opened his eyes when he heard something crash to the ground hard. He had been expecting the otachi to slash him to pieces, but what he saw was the brown-furred creature slowly getting back to its feet. He looked down to see another brown-furred creature crouched a few feet in front of him. This one was rat-like and about the size of a bull terrier, with a long tail, and webbed feet.
"Ratta?" the boy gasped, and the large rodent turned its head, grinning toothily. A twig snapped to the side and the boy turned quickly, a smile lighting up his face when he saw who it was that had entered the clearing. "Jo-ji!"
The older boy grinned, running a hand through short maroon-brown hair that stuck out every which way like straw, a large spike of hair shooting down either side of his face. A lip ring shone a bit against his full lips. "You know, Seto, it's dangerous to go out into wild grass without protection."
"I know, Jo-ji," Seto muttered, looking at his feet, "but I wanted a pokemon. That's why I'm here..."
"This is yours then?" Jo-ji asked, holding up a monster ball in a fingerless-gloved hand. Seto looked up and nodded. "Guess I'll have to show you the basics of pokemon catching since we're here." A large smile appeared on Seto's face. "First, you have to weaken the wild pokemon, preferably with a pokemon of your own. Raticate, go!"
The ratta nodded, and flickered out of view, surprising the otachi which had been watching it suspiciously. Its long ears twitched as it looked frantically around. A shadow appeared above it and the otachi looked up, just as the ratta slammed into its back, driving it into the ground.
"Then, when you're sure it can't battle anymore," Jo-ji said to Seto, watching as Raticate flipped and landed in a crouch, "you send in the monster ball." He handed the ball to Seto who nodded, and threw the monster ball at the twitching body of the otachi.
The ball hit the pokemon and opened up, turning the otachi into red light and drawing it inside, before closing and dropping to the ground. The two boys watched the ball shake a few times before falling still.
"And just like that you've caught your first pokemon, little man," Jo-ji grinned, ruffling the younger boy's hair.
Seto's eyes widened and he let out a loud cheer. "Alright! I did it!" He ran towards the monster ball and picked it up, gazing through the clear red half of the ball at the miniaturized otachi. "I have my own pokemon!"
"Neat, uh?" Jo-ji said, and Seto turned and nodded. "But owning a pokemon is a big responsibility. That otachi is your friend now, so you have to promise to look after it."
"I will, I promise," Seto said.
"Good," Jo-ji nodded. He crouched down to scratch the ratta behind its ears, causing it to moan in contentment. "Come on, let's go get your otachi healed at the pokemon center." He stood up and turned to walk away, the long end of the white scarf tied around his neck trailing after him. Gazing at his monster ball one last time, a grinning Seto put it in his pocket and ran after Jo-ji and Raticate.
My name is Jo-ji, and my dream is to be a master of pokemon.
What's a pokemon, you ask? Creatures that live all around us, possessed with fantastic powers and abilities. Some people keep them as pets and playmates, and others as workmates. Trainers catch and train them for battle.
Today, I get my license and become a registered pokemon trainer. You see, when a kid turns ten, they're usually given a trainer's license and a starter pokemon.
My parents, however, wanted me to stay in school and learn more advanced training skills before beginning my journey. They died recently, a few days after my fifteenth birthday. Now that there's nothing holding me back, I've decided to apply for my trainer's license.
Raticate nudged his cargo pants-clad leg, bringing Jo-ji out of his musing. He looked up to see they were on the outskirts of Yoshino City. It wasn't really a city, more like a large town, but it was the place he had called home for the last fifteen years.
"Grandpa!" Seto shouted from beside Jo-ji, and ran forward.
The old man leaning against the signpost welcoming people to Yoshino City knelt down, and wrapped his arms around Seto, pulling him into a tight hug. "Seto, you're alright!"
"Yeah," the little boy nodded, and brought out the monster ball in his pocket. "And look, I caught a pokemon! An otachi!"
"Well done, boy," the old man replied, proudly ruffling his grandson's hair. He looked up to see Jo-ji walking up with his ratta by his side. "Jo-ji. Thank you for finding Seto for me."
The dark-skinned teen waved him off. "It's nothing, Mr. Sato. Wild grass is dangerous unless you have a pokemon to protect you with. I would have gone even if you hadn't asked me to."
"But still, as thanks, I want you to have this," Mr. Sato said. He gave Jo-ji what looked like a memory card. "It's a map card, for a pokegear."
"Thank you," the teen nodded gratefully, and put the map card in the shoulder pocket of the body-hugging black tank top he wore. He glanced at his watch and frowned slightly. "I have to go now, my exam starts in a few minutes."
Mr. Sato nodded. "Thank you again for looking for Seto. And good luck in getting your trainer's license."
"Bye, Jo-ji, Raticate," Seto waved. "Thanks for helping me catch a pokemon."
Jo-ji nodded, and headed into the city, Raticate walking beside him.
"Right, settle down."
Jo-ji had just sunk into his seat when the three black-suited men entered the room. He was in a room with fourteen other teenagers, each seated at a desk and chair. Pencils, erasers, sharpeners, and a face-down paper sat on the desk.
"This exam will commence in two sections, this theory part and a practical part later," one of the men said. "To pass, you are required to score no less than an 'A' in the theory exam, while showing a good knowledge of pokemon and strategy in your practical exam." He looked around and nodded. "You may begin."
There was a flurry of noise around him as papers were turned. ("This ought to be fun,") Jo-ji thought sarcastically as he picked up his pencil and wrote his name on the front page of his paper.
("What is the name of the company that manufactures monster balls, power-up and battle items, as well as normal items for pokemon?") Jo-ji raised a brow. ("That's easy.") He wrote down Silph Co. and moved on.
("What is the maximum number of pokemon that a trainer can carry at a given time?")
That was an easy one too. ("Damn, they might as well give me that A.") He smirked, racing through the questions.
("There are [blank] elemental types of pokemon. True or False: Steel-type pokemon are weak against Flame-type attacks.")
Jo-ji was busy answering the questions when one of the suited men called out, "Hey, you!" The dark-skinned teen looked up.
At the back of the room, a bespectacled teen paled as everyone turned to look at him.
"You're disqualified! Out of here at once!" the suited man shouted.
("Dumbass,") Jo-ji shook his head, turning back to the questions, while the cheater got up and exited the room.
"Welcome, Jo-ji. I'm Motoki and I'll be your practical examiner."
The dark-skinned teen nodded at the older, redheaded teen in the room, and looked around. The room was empty save for the two of them. A counter was built into the far wall, various monster balls placed on it, and a large mirror on the opposite wall. ("Probably see thru.")
"Hmm," Motoki hummed, reading the palm pilot in his hand. "It says here you already have a pokemon."
"13 actually," Jo-ji said, and Motoki looked up in surprise. "I've caught a koratta which evolved into ratta, a poppo, two caterpie which both evolved into transel, and a beedle that has fully evolved into a spear, three otachi, a rediba, itomaru, hanekko, and a pair of hoho."
"Woah."
"Yeah, I've caught every species of wild pokemon around Yoshino, but only keep ratta and spear on my team," Jo-ji said smugly. "The others I usually keep in electronic storage."
Motoki nodded and put away the palm pilot. "I'm assuming you'd rather use your pokemon than any I'm supposed to offer you." Jo-ji nodded, and the redhead took out a monster ball from inside his jacket. "Good. Prepare yourself."
A smirk appeared on Jo-ji's lips as he took off one of the monster balls on the leather belt that held up his snug-fit, slightly baggy indigo cargo pants. ("Finally. All I have to do is defeat Motoki and I'm a full-fledged trainer.") He pressed its activator button, enlarging the monster ball.
"Ready?" the exmainer asked, and Jo-ji nodded. "Begin!"
Both trainers threw their monster balls, the light from Jo-ji's materializing into the familiar form of Raticate. Motoki's monster ball released a growling, black-furred dog, slightly smaller than the ratta. Gleaming bone rings covered its back and ankles, while a skull-shaped formation covered its forehead.
Raticate hissed at his opponent, while Jo-ji narrowed his eyes. ("Delbil, it's a fire/evil-type pokemon,") he remembered. ("Raticate should be faster and stronger since it's not fully evolved, but...") "Yo, Motoki."
"Yeah?" Motoki looked up.
"I know you're supposed to go easy on me since I'm a rookie and all, but don't," Jo-ji said, looking at the examiner seriously. "I've trained Raticate since his mother gave birth to him, and he's my strongest pokemon. Come at me with everything you have, or I'll make sure your delbil never battles again."
Motoki raised a brow at the last statement, then smirked and nodded his head. ("Hn. Kid's got balls.") "Very well, Jo-ji. Hundster, go!"
"Raticate, go!"
Snarling, the two pokemon charged at each other, covering the twenty feet that separated them within moments.
"Spark, Hundster!" Motoki ordered, and black smoke escaped from the delbil's mouth as it slid to a stop. It opened its mouth and coughed out a ball of fire. The fireball exploded where Raticate had been, but the ratta was already somersaulting through the air.
"Mimicry." Still in the air, the ratta opened its mouth and spat out a trio of fireballs at the delbil.
The dog ducked its head, dodging the first fireball, side-stepped to the side, the second ball of fire exploding where it had stood, and leapt into the air to dodge the last fireball. The delbil was too slow, however, and the fireball exploded against its side, sending it crashing hard into the ground.
("It's over,") Jo-ji thought with a smirk. "Finish it, Raticate, lightning speed!" The ratta nodded and shot forward in a brown blur.
"Hundster, howl!" Motoki ordered, hoping to stop the charging ratta in its tracks, but it was too little too late.
Even as the delbil opened its mouth, the ratta slammed into its side, the area where the fireball had impacted, sending the yelping dog flying through the air and into the wall. It sprawled to the ground, unconscious.
"Oh, yeah!" Jo-ji shouted, pumping his hand into the air, as the ratta shrieked in victory. "You're the mon, Raticate!" He laughed as the pokemon tackled him to the ground.
Motoki drew his unconscious pokemon back into its monster ball, and turned to look at Jo-ji and raticate rolling on the floor. "Congratulations are in order."
The dark-skinned teen and his pokemon stopped. A smile on his face, Jo-ji slowly stood up, carrying his ratta in his arms.
"I've been training Hundster for a year now, yet your ratta defeated it with two attacks, one of which was a more powerful version of my pokemon's technique."
Jo-ji scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. "It was nothing really."
"Still," the redhead stuck out his hand. "Congratulations."
"You mean...?" Jo-ji started, and Motoki nodded. "Awesome!" he shook the older teen's hand, a large smile on his face.
Motoki smiled. "Go to the woman in the front. She'll give you your trainer gear." He raised a brow. "I'm assuming you're going to take part in the Jouto League."
"Yeah, but I'm first planning on taking part in lots of small tournaments before I tackle the Silver Tournament."
"Then I wish to battle you again, Jo-ji," the redhead shook the dark-skinned trainer's hand again. "The next time we'll be at full power." Motoki turned and walked out of the room.
Jo-ji watched him, a smile on his lips. ("I did it. I'm a trainer.") He looked down at Raticate and grinned at the pokemon who grinned back. "Come on, Raticate, let's go get our gear then we can go kick other trainer's asses in battle." Laughing, he ran towards the door he had come through ten minutes earlier, the ratta running beside him.
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End issue#01
A/N: So, yeah, this is my first chaptered pkmn fanfic, not really sure where I'm going with this, but read and review...
The little, eight-year old boy waded through the tall grass, glancing every which way. He held a red-and-white orb in his hand.
("I have to catch a pokemon,") he thought, clenching the monster ball in his hand. ("All the other kids have pokemon, except for me.") He entered a small clearing in the grass, and his eyes widened. A brown-furred squirrel-like creature with a light-brown ring on its belly sat there, licking its paw. ("A pokemon! I'm gonna catch it!")
As the boy took a step deeper into the clearing, the long rabbit-like ears of the otachi twitched. The pokemon turned, long ring-marked tail stiffening when it saw the boy.
"Otachi, you're mine!" the boy exclaimed, pointing at the pokemon who hissed back. "Monster ball go!" He threw the ball at the otachi, but its tail lashed out, smacking the sphere uselessly into the long grass. "No!" The otachi growled, taking a step forward, and the boy's eyes widened in fear. ("Oh no, it's going to eat me!")
Hissing, the angry pokemon charged forward, fangs bared. It leapt into the air, prepared to attack the human that had disturbed its peace, when a blur slammed into its side.
The young boy tentatively opened his eyes when he heard something crash to the ground hard. He had been expecting the otachi to slash him to pieces, but what he saw was the brown-furred creature slowly getting back to its feet. He looked down to see another brown-furred creature crouched a few feet in front of him. This one was rat-like and about the size of a bull terrier, with a long tail, and webbed feet.
"Ratta?" the boy gasped, and the large rodent turned its head, grinning toothily. A twig snapped to the side and the boy turned quickly, a smile lighting up his face when he saw who it was that had entered the clearing. "Jo-ji!"
The older boy grinned, running a hand through short maroon-brown hair that stuck out every which way like straw, a large spike of hair shooting down either side of his face. A lip ring shone a bit against his full lips. "You know, Seto, it's dangerous to go out into wild grass without protection."
"I know, Jo-ji," Seto muttered, looking at his feet, "but I wanted a pokemon. That's why I'm here..."
"This is yours then?" Jo-ji asked, holding up a monster ball in a fingerless-gloved hand. Seto looked up and nodded. "Guess I'll have to show you the basics of pokemon catching since we're here." A large smile appeared on Seto's face. "First, you have to weaken the wild pokemon, preferably with a pokemon of your own. Raticate, go!"
The ratta nodded, and flickered out of view, surprising the otachi which had been watching it suspiciously. Its long ears twitched as it looked frantically around. A shadow appeared above it and the otachi looked up, just as the ratta slammed into its back, driving it into the ground.
"Then, when you're sure it can't battle anymore," Jo-ji said to Seto, watching as Raticate flipped and landed in a crouch, "you send in the monster ball." He handed the ball to Seto who nodded, and threw the monster ball at the twitching body of the otachi.
The ball hit the pokemon and opened up, turning the otachi into red light and drawing it inside, before closing and dropping to the ground. The two boys watched the ball shake a few times before falling still.
"And just like that you've caught your first pokemon, little man," Jo-ji grinned, ruffling the younger boy's hair.
Seto's eyes widened and he let out a loud cheer. "Alright! I did it!" He ran towards the monster ball and picked it up, gazing through the clear red half of the ball at the miniaturized otachi. "I have my own pokemon!"
"Neat, uh?" Jo-ji said, and Seto turned and nodded. "But owning a pokemon is a big responsibility. That otachi is your friend now, so you have to promise to look after it."
"I will, I promise," Seto said.
"Good," Jo-ji nodded. He crouched down to scratch the ratta behind its ears, causing it to moan in contentment. "Come on, let's go get your otachi healed at the pokemon center." He stood up and turned to walk away, the long end of the white scarf tied around his neck trailing after him. Gazing at his monster ball one last time, a grinning Seto put it in his pocket and ran after Jo-ji and Raticate.
(-o-) (-o-) (-o-)
My name is Jo-ji, and my dream is to be a master of pokemon.
What's a pokemon, you ask? Creatures that live all around us, possessed with fantastic powers and abilities. Some people keep them as pets and playmates, and others as workmates. Trainers catch and train them for battle.
Today, I get my license and become a registered pokemon trainer. You see, when a kid turns ten, they're usually given a trainer's license and a starter pokemon.
My parents, however, wanted me to stay in school and learn more advanced training skills before beginning my journey. They died recently, a few days after my fifteenth birthday. Now that there's nothing holding me back, I've decided to apply for my trainer's license.
(-o-) (-o-) (-o-)
Raticate nudged his cargo pants-clad leg, bringing Jo-ji out of his musing. He looked up to see they were on the outskirts of Yoshino City. It wasn't really a city, more like a large town, but it was the place he had called home for the last fifteen years.
"Grandpa!" Seto shouted from beside Jo-ji, and ran forward.
The old man leaning against the signpost welcoming people to Yoshino City knelt down, and wrapped his arms around Seto, pulling him into a tight hug. "Seto, you're alright!"
"Yeah," the little boy nodded, and brought out the monster ball in his pocket. "And look, I caught a pokemon! An otachi!"
"Well done, boy," the old man replied, proudly ruffling his grandson's hair. He looked up to see Jo-ji walking up with his ratta by his side. "Jo-ji. Thank you for finding Seto for me."
The dark-skinned teen waved him off. "It's nothing, Mr. Sato. Wild grass is dangerous unless you have a pokemon to protect you with. I would have gone even if you hadn't asked me to."
"But still, as thanks, I want you to have this," Mr. Sato said. He gave Jo-ji what looked like a memory card. "It's a map card, for a pokegear."
"Thank you," the teen nodded gratefully, and put the map card in the shoulder pocket of the body-hugging black tank top he wore. He glanced at his watch and frowned slightly. "I have to go now, my exam starts in a few minutes."
Mr. Sato nodded. "Thank you again for looking for Seto. And good luck in getting your trainer's license."
"Bye, Jo-ji, Raticate," Seto waved. "Thanks for helping me catch a pokemon."
Jo-ji nodded, and headed into the city, Raticate walking beside him.
(-o-) (-o-) (-o-)
"Right, settle down."
Jo-ji had just sunk into his seat when the three black-suited men entered the room. He was in a room with fourteen other teenagers, each seated at a desk and chair. Pencils, erasers, sharpeners, and a face-down paper sat on the desk.
"This exam will commence in two sections, this theory part and a practical part later," one of the men said. "To pass, you are required to score no less than an 'A' in the theory exam, while showing a good knowledge of pokemon and strategy in your practical exam." He looked around and nodded. "You may begin."
There was a flurry of noise around him as papers were turned. ("This ought to be fun,") Jo-ji thought sarcastically as he picked up his pencil and wrote his name on the front page of his paper.
("What is the name of the company that manufactures monster balls, power-up and battle items, as well as normal items for pokemon?") Jo-ji raised a brow. ("That's easy.") He wrote down Silph Co. and moved on.
("What is the maximum number of pokemon that a trainer can carry at a given time?")
That was an easy one too. ("Damn, they might as well give me that A.") He smirked, racing through the questions.
("There are [blank] elemental types of pokemon. True or False: Steel-type pokemon are weak against Flame-type attacks.")
Jo-ji was busy answering the questions when one of the suited men called out, "Hey, you!" The dark-skinned teen looked up.
At the back of the room, a bespectacled teen paled as everyone turned to look at him.
"You're disqualified! Out of here at once!" the suited man shouted.
("Dumbass,") Jo-ji shook his head, turning back to the questions, while the cheater got up and exited the room.
(-o-) (-o-) (-o-)
"Welcome, Jo-ji. I'm Motoki and I'll be your practical examiner."
The dark-skinned teen nodded at the older, redheaded teen in the room, and looked around. The room was empty save for the two of them. A counter was built into the far wall, various monster balls placed on it, and a large mirror on the opposite wall. ("Probably see thru.")
"Hmm," Motoki hummed, reading the palm pilot in his hand. "It says here you already have a pokemon."
"13 actually," Jo-ji said, and Motoki looked up in surprise. "I've caught a koratta which evolved into ratta, a poppo, two caterpie which both evolved into transel, and a beedle that has fully evolved into a spear, three otachi, a rediba, itomaru, hanekko, and a pair of hoho."
"Woah."
"Yeah, I've caught every species of wild pokemon around Yoshino, but only keep ratta and spear on my team," Jo-ji said smugly. "The others I usually keep in electronic storage."
Motoki nodded and put away the palm pilot. "I'm assuming you'd rather use your pokemon than any I'm supposed to offer you." Jo-ji nodded, and the redhead took out a monster ball from inside his jacket. "Good. Prepare yourself."
A smirk appeared on Jo-ji's lips as he took off one of the monster balls on the leather belt that held up his snug-fit, slightly baggy indigo cargo pants. ("Finally. All I have to do is defeat Motoki and I'm a full-fledged trainer.") He pressed its activator button, enlarging the monster ball.
"Ready?" the exmainer asked, and Jo-ji nodded. "Begin!"
Both trainers threw their monster balls, the light from Jo-ji's materializing into the familiar form of Raticate. Motoki's monster ball released a growling, black-furred dog, slightly smaller than the ratta. Gleaming bone rings covered its back and ankles, while a skull-shaped formation covered its forehead.
Raticate hissed at his opponent, while Jo-ji narrowed his eyes. ("Delbil, it's a fire/evil-type pokemon,") he remembered. ("Raticate should be faster and stronger since it's not fully evolved, but...") "Yo, Motoki."
"Yeah?" Motoki looked up.
"I know you're supposed to go easy on me since I'm a rookie and all, but don't," Jo-ji said, looking at the examiner seriously. "I've trained Raticate since his mother gave birth to him, and he's my strongest pokemon. Come at me with everything you have, or I'll make sure your delbil never battles again."
Motoki raised a brow at the last statement, then smirked and nodded his head. ("Hn. Kid's got balls.") "Very well, Jo-ji. Hundster, go!"
"Raticate, go!"
Snarling, the two pokemon charged at each other, covering the twenty feet that separated them within moments.
"Spark, Hundster!" Motoki ordered, and black smoke escaped from the delbil's mouth as it slid to a stop. It opened its mouth and coughed out a ball of fire. The fireball exploded where Raticate had been, but the ratta was already somersaulting through the air.
"Mimicry." Still in the air, the ratta opened its mouth and spat out a trio of fireballs at the delbil.
The dog ducked its head, dodging the first fireball, side-stepped to the side, the second ball of fire exploding where it had stood, and leapt into the air to dodge the last fireball. The delbil was too slow, however, and the fireball exploded against its side, sending it crashing hard into the ground.
("It's over,") Jo-ji thought with a smirk. "Finish it, Raticate, lightning speed!" The ratta nodded and shot forward in a brown blur.
"Hundster, howl!" Motoki ordered, hoping to stop the charging ratta in its tracks, but it was too little too late.
Even as the delbil opened its mouth, the ratta slammed into its side, the area where the fireball had impacted, sending the yelping dog flying through the air and into the wall. It sprawled to the ground, unconscious.
"Oh, yeah!" Jo-ji shouted, pumping his hand into the air, as the ratta shrieked in victory. "You're the mon, Raticate!" He laughed as the pokemon tackled him to the ground.
Motoki drew his unconscious pokemon back into its monster ball, and turned to look at Jo-ji and raticate rolling on the floor. "Congratulations are in order."
The dark-skinned teen and his pokemon stopped. A smile on his face, Jo-ji slowly stood up, carrying his ratta in his arms.
"I've been training Hundster for a year now, yet your ratta defeated it with two attacks, one of which was a more powerful version of my pokemon's technique."
Jo-ji scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. "It was nothing really."
"Still," the redhead stuck out his hand. "Congratulations."
"You mean...?" Jo-ji started, and Motoki nodded. "Awesome!" he shook the older teen's hand, a large smile on his face.
Motoki smiled. "Go to the woman in the front. She'll give you your trainer gear." He raised a brow. "I'm assuming you're going to take part in the Jouto League."
"Yeah, but I'm first planning on taking part in lots of small tournaments before I tackle the Silver Tournament."
"Then I wish to battle you again, Jo-ji," the redhead shook the dark-skinned trainer's hand again. "The next time we'll be at full power." Motoki turned and walked out of the room.
Jo-ji watched him, a smile on his lips. ("I did it. I'm a trainer.") He looked down at Raticate and grinned at the pokemon who grinned back. "Come on, Raticate, let's go get our gear then we can go kick other trainer's asses in battle." Laughing, he ran towards the door he had come through ten minutes earlier, the ratta running beside him.
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End issue#01
A/N: So, yeah, this is my first chaptered pkmn fanfic, not really sure where I'm going with this, but read and review...