I'm sorry it took me so long to get this up, but I had a serious case of writer's block, but I'm back on track now. And I thought I'd make the characters more human. In the cartoon, they don't seem like real people, but like actors trying to act like people. Anyway, I don't own Pokemon, or anything else in this. I just got the idea. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Ash's P.O.V. We had barely gotten out of Pallet when we heard a screech behind us. Apparently eevee and pikachu had found a rattata, who was chasing them away and clicking its teeth together. They ran ahead of us, leaving us to deal with it. I pulled out a poke'ball my father had given me before we had left, and Mike had pulled out a poke'ball of his own. Apparently he already had a poke'mon, a psyduck, and it came out, saw the rattata and looked at Mike. "Do something! Scratch it or tail whip it," Mike said. I could tell he didn't have much experience, but the psyduck did as told; scratched it and then tail whipped it. I chose this time to throw the poke'ball at it. It shook and dinged, announcing that it had been caught. "So who's is it?" I asked. "Keep it. I don't really like rattata's," he said, checking his psyduck. At the time I hadn't thought to ask where he got the psyduck, but it would prove to be important later. Eevee and pikachu had decided to come out from the bushes they were hiding in after leaving us to deal with their problem. "Cowards," I told them. "Next time you won't be able to run." When we set up tent and were fixing dinner, eevee stayed a distance away from psyduck, and kept trying to please Mike. Pikachu was still shocking me for no reason, but since he had been doing that all day, I was able to ignore it. "Is it just me, or is my pikachu getting as attached to you as much as your eevee is getting attached to me?" Mike said, looking at the eevee, as if to see what it was thinking. "I dunno. I haven't really been paying attention to it that much," I said, dumping the last load of firewood I had found. Unfortunately, pikachu's tail had been there. I could defiantly tell he knew thunder after the shock he gave me. "See. He shocked you, with a condensed thunder as if he only wanting to hit you. He's been doing that all day, as if to get your attention. Pikachus usually don't care who they hit, as long as its not their master. And your eevee isn't much better, ignoring psyduck after what happened earlier, and she's always there were I can see her," he said, looking at me. His eyes reminded me so much of his sisters, that I all most forgot they were two people. I quickly shook that thought out of my head, but I still wondered about it. "How'd you know eevee was a girl? Did you overhear the professor?" "No. I used to work for Bill at his lighthouse. Ash, there's a stream nearby if you need to wash. Just watch were you step, or you might get into trouble," Mike said pulling out his sleeping bag and about to settle down, with eevee at his head and psyduck by his side. "Thanks, but how did you..." I trailed off when I realized he was all ready asleep. Two days later, when we reached Viridian City, what Mike had said just started to make sense to me. To put it bluntly, I've never been to smart. Or at least that's what people first presume about me. I'm always playing the dumb kid who wouldn't get a joke until a week later. Gary called me that once, but it made him look like a fool, so he just started calling me a slowpoke. Which isn't really an insult when you think about it. Will, the psychic of the elite, uses two or three slowkings. And Lenny, who is the psychic gym leader in Saffron City, constantly uses slowpoke and its evaluations because of its high hp and tolerance to most elements. But while I was thinking this through, I bumped into a street lamp, leaving a nasty bruise on my forehead. And of my luck, moltres just happened to have Gary stroll by. "Well I see your still dense. You left a mark in the lamp." Mike gave me his hand as he told Gary, "Listen, I'm sure you hate for me to break up this lovely meeting, but I've got a headache and eevee's about to go into a stone shop, so we'll see you later." "I don't need your help getting up, or dealing with him," I told him after we had walked out of Gary's sight and hearing range. "I can take care of myself, thank you." "Who are you talking to?" A teen 2 years older than me asked. I tried to look him in the eye, but he was almost 5'11, a good 6 inches taller than I was. He was wearing a green vest over a dark blue sweater, and jeans. All most everyone wore the vests; them being one of the 'fashionable' trends this year. In fact, Mike had been the only one he had seen not wearing the vest so far. My mom had apparently been waiting for the day I would leave to train, because she had everything I needed all ready packed, including the vest, but everything was to big for me. I had switched out all of the clothing to ones that would fit, except for the vest knowing how hard it was to find one this late in the year. "My friend," I said, pointing left where I thought Mike was. "There's no one there," the boy said, lifting an eyebrow. It was then that I realized that his eyes were squinted, making it hard to look him in the eye I glanced over, and saw that Mike wasn't there, so I started to look around for him. "Hey, Ash. Look what I bought," Mike said, holding up all the stones, each hanging on a leather thong, and a poke'ball that matched his eyes. "What?!?!" Both of us screamed. "Ow. I've still got a headache, you know. Excuse me, but I've got to find some aspirin," he said, walking off again. "I worry about him," I said out loud, forgetting about the boy next to me. "I would too if I were you. By the way, I'm Brock Stone, Pewter City," he said, extending a hand. "I'm Ash Ketchum, Pallet Town," I said, shaking his hand. "My friend is Mike Person, Bark Town, I think." "That's okay. I can hardly even keep up with people, let alone all the new poke'mon," he said. "I don't think anyone can," I replied, thinking through most of the new ones I could remember. "But I hope I'll learn them quickly, because I really do want to become a breeder." "I want to become a master, and I know Mike wants to be a trainer, but I don't know if he wants to become an elite. Hey, do you want to come with us?" "You sure that's okay with your friend?" "I'm sure he'd love someone else to talk to. He's asked so many questions about training, you'd think he was a girl, knowing nothing about it. "Sure. I'd love to come. And I'd love to help your friend, as long as he can help me if he becomes an elite." And that's how Brock joined our group. Or pretty close to what happened. But, the day did get stranger as it went on. Mike had just gotten back from the poke'mart, and found us still talking at the corner. Brock and Mike exchanged greetings and seemed to get along, with Mike asking questions that would make Alec Trebek want him as a writer, when the new poke'ball at his waist reminded me of what happened earlier. "Hey, Mike. Just how did you get those stones and that poke'ball?" "Oh. That. Well, this old lady came up to me, and told me to take them, but when I tried to pay her for it, she had already disappeared. "Woh. Sounds like one of those movies that deal with the end of the world and stuff," Brock said. "But what poke'mon is it?" "Actually, I didn't check." Brock and I facefaulted. "Is that a bad thing?" Mike thought that the best thing to do, was to try the new poke'mon out in battle (we still didn't know what it was). Since Brock was the only one with poke'mon that would obey him out of the two of us, we thought he should be the one to fight. However pikachu didn't think that way. "Uh, isn't this Mike's poke'mon?" Brock asked, more than a little confused. "Yes, but it seems to like Ash more, as his eevee seems to like me more," Mike said. "Pikachu, if you do battle, you'll have to listen to Ash. You do realize this, don't you?" He said, crouching down to his eye level. It nodded; it's cheeks starting to spark. "And you say you've never fought with this poke'mon yet?" Brock asked, starting to back away. "Yup. He and that eevee over there found a rattata and left me and Mike to deal with it. Luckily, Mike had his psyduck," I replied, petting pikachu on it's check sacs. It liked that because it started to purr. "And he all ready knows thunder. I don't know why the professor gave him up," Mike said from across the field. That seemed to snap Brock back into the present. "All right. Let's get this going. On the count of three, throw it," Brock said. Brock counted down and on three, Mike threw it. As the poke'mon started to dematerialize, eevee ran up to it and started growling. The poke'mon that had just dematerialized ignored eevee and walked over to Mike and sniffed his hand. Mike laughed. "So I'm good enough for you, huh houndour?" The poke'mon sneezed and licked his hand. "Uh, Mike, you actually know what that thing is?" Brock asked, stepping closer for a better look. The houndour almost bit him. Brock fell on his back, eevee, pikachu, and houndour laughing. Brock, his pride hurt, glared at the dog. "Yeah. My friend's brother got one on his birthday. He and that dog used to torment us all the time," he said. "I think you and I'd better get to know each other better. Eevee too," he said, seeing the look on eevee's face. "I might be gone for a few days, so I'll met up with you guys in Pewter," he said taking off, houndour at his side and eevee on his shoulder. "But you don't know the way," I yelled. But he was all ready too far ahead to hear. "Let him go. Maybe he can knock some sense into those two," Brock said, brushing off his pants. "I see your still sore about what happened." "Yeah. Hey, you guys never battle." "No, we didn't did we? Oh well. I guess we'll battle when we get into Pewter." My stomach started growling and Brock and pikachu both looked at me. "Do you think we could lunch before we go?" :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Caterpie foot prints! Sorry this took so long. Major case of writer's block. But I should have the next part, along with Moonlight shining out soon. As always comments, critisism, and anything else are good. And what should the green haired guys name be anyways? I've got Jake so far, and I'm going to use that, since he'll be showing up next time. Thanks for reading!