So I really need to get my head stuck into a story and stay there, but if I did then this wouldn't have been born.

DP is known as one of the best anime series, if not on par with the love for XY and XYZ so, why not combine elements of that? Froakie's backstory states that he was constantly training to better himself as he could tell he had the power of Bond Phenomenon within him. But what if he tried to find the trainer who would grant him the power to achieve the higher heights he seeks?

The Aura/Bond Phenomenon theory used within this story was made by Nerdy McNerdface so thank them for the more acceptible reason why Bond Phenomenon happens. No literally, say thank. It's a GTLive reference we use a lot.

So without further adieu, I hope you enjoy and thanks for reading.

A Brand-New Adventure

Professor Sycamore sighed after he finished the call with the trainer. Once again, Froakie had been returned for refusing orders and running off when he wasn't supposed to. The Kalosian Pokémon professor stood up from his chair, picking up the notepad he had been writing in during the conversation. The last time Froakie ran away made the professor vow to buy a writing pad to take notes in if the event ever happened again. The fact that Froakie needed his own pad of notes was bad enough, the fact that this year alone had the water type go through ten trainers was off-putting at the very least. Sycamore knew that there wasn't anything wrong with Froakie – he, the Pokémon, had been tested mentally and physically for being a starter Pokémon – but it was the trainers that were the problem in this situation. It seemed as if Froakie was waiting for that once in a lifetime trainer that would fit with Froakie's style.

Oh, who was he kidding, the professor knew that Froakie was one of the few Pokémon in existence that had the power of Bond Phenomenon. The power was incredibly rare, not every Pokémon could use it but for the ability to come to use, the Pokémon needed to find their 'other half' in a way. There was a human out there, somewhere in the world, that had the same aura – to some degree – of the Pokémon with the power, which is when Bond Phenomenon became a reality. Once a Pokémon with both their selected trainer and the ability reached their final evolution, the trainer and Pokémon's auras melded together – along with their strong bond – allowing a transformation like no other.

Professor Sycamore had never seen Bond Phenomenon for himself, but recordings had helped him in his research of the power. In battle, it was as if the trainer and their Pokémon had become one. They moved in sync, shared each other's vision and pains, powered each other to amazing extremes. The more similar a trainer's aura was to their Pokémon, the more powerful the Bond Phenomenon was and with it came more effects on the trainer themselves. If a trainer and Pokémon shared the exact same aura, then something amazing happened. Nobody could understand how an orange attack was formed, but Professor Sycamore bet it was to do with aura similarity. An orange attack was the most powerful move a Pokémon with Bond Phenomenon could use, most likely their signature attack unless they never had one so the orange attack could be their favourite or most used attack. For Froakie, his orange attack would be a Water Shuriken due to Greninja being his final evolution.

This is, unless Froakie never found his other half.

If Froakie couldn't find the trainer who could unlock Bond Phenomenon, then there would be no way for the ability to come out and thus, Froakie would be another water type starter. Obviously Froakie knew this as well, which was why he was constantly running away from trainers as they weren't the ones who could help him unlock his inner ability. Froakie had always been an oddball in the group of Froakie that Professor Sycamore raised, always training himself to be better for that special trainer that would always be his partner. When the other Froakie invited him over to play or have some fun, he would always refuse and continue whatever it was he was doing. Sycamore sighed once again. Froakie couldn't help it, Pokémon with Bond Phenomenon always trained harder than any other Pokémon to ready their bodies for handling the transformation.

The professor walked towards the greenhouse in which multiple Pokémon lived, some trainer owned whilst others just enjoyed the controlled environment that suited their lifestyle. He instantly found Froakie, sat lonesome on a rock by the small lake the area housed. Sycamore watched as Froakie did nothing but stare into space, probably thinking over a new plan for training harder or wondering who the trainer was that could free his potential. Maybe the next trainer that entered his lab would be the one, maybe not but the professor couldn't help but wonder how long Froakie could wait until the perfect one walked into his life.

"Soon, Froakie, soon," Professor Sycamore said softly, hoping the Pokémon outside could hear his prayers from inside the lab. "I believe the one you're looking for will come along soon." He turned and left, heading deeper into the lab to conduct more research not knowing that Froakie had heard him and was wishing the same thing.

~0~o~0~

Froakie was dreaming, he knew it. The light blue glow of an abyss that surrounded him told him that. If he were to wake up now, the water type knew he would see the glass of Professor Sycamore's greenhouse and feel the lapping water against his body. He'd been in this dreamscape before, hearing disjointed voices calling out to him from the trainer who he knew was the one. This time there was someone else in there with him. A silhouette of a human wearing a cap with messy hair was standing in front of him, a white smile of glee visible on their blank face.

"Froakie… find me."

"But how?!" Froakie cried up at the silhouette with slight anger, believing that he was being played for as a fool. All of these dreams had gotten him nowhere, and this was the best one he had ever had.

"I'm in Sinnoh, from there you should be able to trace my aura with yours. I will be able to sense you too, but I may not know it…" Finally! Some information! Froakie had heard of the Sinnoh region from Professor Sycamore, who had studied under the Sinnoh regional professor named Rowan for a while. He could get to Sinnoh, it was a simple boat ride away, a few hours at the least. If he left as soon as he could the next morning, then he would be in Sinnoh by late afternoon Kalos time, it would still be midday in Sinnoh when he would arrive.

"Where are you?"

"You'll know when you'll find me…" The figure of the silhouette began to waver and fade from existence. "I know you'll find me Froakie! I'll see you soon!" With that, the person was gone, and the blue abyss glowed brightly, blinding him until…

He woke up with a start, almost forcing himself underwater with his struggles. That dream had told him all he needed to know, well as little as he needed to know to make a start but that was all. Tomorrow he was going to leave and find this trainer but for now, it was still dark and he needed a nice rest if he was going to make the journey in the morning. That was why, the next day, Professor Sycamore couldn't find Froakie anywhere and his Poké ball was destroyed.

~0~o~0~

It had been a week or so since the day he left and now, Froakie was regretting it tremendously. Not only was the pull on his aura greater than ever, but random hillbillies were attacking him left, right and centre to try and capture him for themselves. Luckily for him, they were pretty weak and had no knowledge of what he was. He was soon referred to as the mysterious Pokémon that could beat anything. That, of course, was over exaggeration on the human's part, but he really didn't care. Days passed and the pull became stronger with each passing moment, so much so that Froakie was tempted to leave and follow it blindly. However, something would stop him from leaving the lake, telling him that he should be patient and the trainer would come to him.

Fortunately enough, that something was right.

He was happily swimming around the lake he had claimed as a temporary base when a lure had got caught on his leg and he was forcibly dragged to the surface. From being pulled out of the water, he soon realised he was hanging upside down, staring at a group of four trainers. One was a red head, a girl with sunglasses on her head with a Glameow by her side. Another was a tanned male with pointed brown hair with a huge blue backpack and, oddly enough, straight lines for eyes. The girl who had fished him up had long blue hair and a very short skirt, one of which seemed tart-ish in a way. However, he really didn't care about them, his focus was on one person. The boy with messy hair, a cap, and a Pikachu on his shoulder.

He was where the pull was leading to, he was the trainer that would allow him to unlock Bond Phenomenon. A bubbling feeling of excitement welled up inside of him as he picked up the trainers' conversation.

"What is that?" The girl that fished him up asked, the Piplup by her side making a questioning sound.

"Some kind of water type, I guess?" The brown-haired male muttered as the other boy gave him a snarky look.

"Oh really, Brock? What told you that? The fact it lives in a lake?" Froakie was proud at that comeback, his future trainer seemed to be a man of words.

"Hey Dawn," The redheaded girl was smirking as she spoke, obviously finding the witty comeback funny. "Why don't you try and catch it? It is a Pokémon that you fished up."

"You're right, Zoey!" The miniskirt girl, Dawn, beamed at that – Froakie, on the other hand did not – and reeled him with her Piplup by her side. "Alright, whatever you are! I challenge you to a battle!"

"Froa kie." Froakie yawned as her Piplup rushed forwards proudly, puffing out his chest to show off to his opponent.

"Piplup, use Peck!" Dawn instructed, watching as the unknown Pokémon just stood there and did nothing as her Piplup ran at it with his beak elongating with a white light.

"Even though they are both water types, Peck should do normal damage, right?" Zoey asked Brock, who nodded with folded arms.

"That's a good first move from Dawn," He told her. "Going for a water type move wouldn't have weakened that Pokémon too much." They watched as Piplup pecked at the still form of the mystery Pokémon, only for it to burst into puffs of gas upon being hit. Instantly, Dawn broke down and cried out in horror, believing she had just killed a Pokémon somehow with her starter's Peck attack. More sensibly, Zoey and Brock were looking around for where it had gone. Obviously, the Pokémon had used a form of substitute and probably had vanished back into the lake with a wish to not be disturbed.

"Dawn, calm down, you didn't kill it…" Zoey sighed as she walked over to comfort her hyperventilating rival. "It used substitute, or a form of it, the Pokémon is fine."

"Oh… okay," She was shaking still, but relief filled Dawn's veins at the news. "So, where did it go?"

"Probably back into the lake and, not now Ash," Brock sighed as his friend for three years poked him in the shoulder. At his reply, Brock realised the poking only intensified. "What is it?"

"It's right here." Ash pointed to his leg, where the mysterious Pokémon was happily hugging his trousers with a smile of content on its face. There were three reactions to this scene; Dawn had lost her jaw to the ground – as did Piplup, Zoey looked on in awe and Brock rolled his eyes but smiled none the less. Of course Ash, who was the only person not to involve himself with Dawn's fishing of the strange Pokémon, would be the one to get its attention. It happened enough by now that Brock was used to it, to say the least.

Ash, on the other hand, was slightly confused by something. It wasn't to do with the fact a random Pokémon was hugging him, it was the fact he felt a connection to it. Something inside of him was calling him towards it, feeling a pull that he had noticed now and again for the past week, only to say it was nothing and shrug it off. Now he knew it was more than nothing, it was to do with this, Froakie – Pikachu had signed some things and pointed to the water type when it had spoken earlier – who had just been fished up out of nowhere by Dawn. A part of him wanted to tell her to back off and let him keep Froakie, who needed two water types on a contest team anyway, but as her mentor Ash knew that he should keep quiet and let her catch the Pokémon she fished up.

"Hey, I want to catch it…" Dawn muttered with slight annoyance, pouting her cheeks out at the revelation that the Pokémon she fished up liked her friend better.

"Sorry Dawn," She smiled as Ash knelt down to Froakie and talked to it gently. "Look, I know we have some kinda connection or something but at least give Dawn a chance to catch you as she did fish you out." He laughed as Froakie grumbled about it but nodded none the less. "Thanks a lot Froakie, I really appreciate it." The water type looked up at him with wonderment at how the boy knew his name. "Pikachu… well signed to me what your name is, it isn't that hard to guess when you literally say your name to us humans."

Froakie took the explanation, sighing as he hopped back to the miniskirt girl, who he really thought should buy a pair of leggings or something cause anyone shorter than her waist could see right up her skirt, even if they didn't want to. He'd seen people like that in Kalos, and it only repulsed him into running away from trainers who didn't have common decency. Froakie knew the others called him picky, Froakie called himself classy instead. At least he had a taste in life, and a better taste in trainers for that matter. Froakie didn't want to battle this proud little creature that had taken their place in front of him, but he knew he had to because the girl wanted to catch him.

"Alright Piplup, Peck once more!" Dawn instructed with her starter following the exact same actions from earlier. This time, Froakie didn't use his frubbles but, instead, jumped up into the air with multiple copies following him, as formed from a Double Team.

"Be careful Dawn!" Zoey called out to her rival. "It seems like it's got a plan in mind!" Why couldn't this Dawn girl be more like that Zoey? At least she gets that he was more than just a catch cause of fishing rights. The multiple copies joined him in using Pound against the confused Piplup below, knocking it around like a toy that had been thrown into the air. Of course, the miniskirt girl was a newbie so she had no idea how to deal with it. That meant he could make this quick. Compared to that pampered bird, Froakie had trained hard for today and wasn't going to let her win. Before Piplup could regain any control or sense, a Water Pulse was fired right into his face, sending him flying back into Dawn's arms with swirls for eyes.

"Piplup is unable to battle… urrr Froakie? Is it Froakie?" Brock turned to Ash, who nodded back as a reply. "Right, Froakie wins!"

"Don't worry Dawn, you'll get better at catching stronger Pokémon with time," The red haired coordinator smiled reassuringly as Dawn sighed with slight upset at her loss. "But I think it's for the better."

"Why do you think that?" Zoey simply pointed at the frog Pokémon who was rubbing his head against Ash's leg with a content smile. That showed Dawn who Froakie wanted to go with, and it wasn't her. "Oh, but why does… uh…?"

"Froakie."

"What? As I was saying, why does Froakie like Ash already?" The bluenette was thoroughly confused by the water types actions. "I fished it up so it shouldn't really like any of us, especially since it beat all of those other trainers for trying to catch it."

"I dunno," Zoey turned to Brock, who was watching as Froakie un-expectantly jumped up into Ash's arms, surprising the trainer so much he fell backwards with Pikachu still clinging onto his shoulder. "Brock, is that usual for him?"

"For Ash? Anything is possible." After a few years, more like three, of travelling together; Brock was used to the craziness that was travelling with Ash Ketchum that also included mythical and legendary Pokémon. The breeder had a feeling that they had seen every legendary there was out there, excluding Raikou for some reason but it was theorised that Pikachu's power kept it away. The other three trainers watched on as Froakie continued to hug the life out of Ash, with Pikachu joining in for fun when a net flew out of nowhere and snagged the three up.

"What the?!" The group looked up at the Meowth shaped balloon hovering overhead before everyone, minus Zoey, groaned loudly. "Oh, Team Rocket."

"Listen, is that a voice I hear?"

"It's speaking to me loud and clear."

"On the wind!"

"Past the stars!"

"In your ear!"

"Bringing chaos at a breakneck pace."

"Dashing hope, putting fear in its place."

"A rose by any other name is just as sweet."

"When everything's worse, our work is complete."

"Jessie!"

"And it's James!"

"And Meowth, now that's a name!"

"Putting the do-gooders in their place..."

"...we're Team Rocket..."

"...in your face!"

"Wobbuffet!"

The trio of villains looked very pleased with themselves, posing as they recited their motto to the trainers below them.

"Now we have the powerful lake Pokémon and Pikachu!" Jessie boasted, before realising the net was heavier than usual. "Oh, and I guess we caught the twerp too."

"Well whose fault was that for forgetting he was there?" James snarkily replied, only for two sets of eyes to land on Meowth.

"Oi! You two were on lookout!" Meowth snarled back, causing an argument between the three. Because of that error, they didn't notice that their catch of the day had cut through the net and had re-joined the others on the lake side, not looking especially pleased.

"We've only been in the chapter for 27 lines!" James wailed as a familiar sparkle crackled from Pikachu's cheeks, with the water type powering up a Water Pulse between its hands.

"At least that's something for the first chapter." Jessie argued back, placing her hands on her hips.

"Yeah Jimmy, look at it this way, at least the author gave us some screen time!" Meowth responded as the Thunderbolt and Water Pulse edged closer and closer until… it destroyed the balloon like always.

"We're blasting off for the first time this series!" Team Rocket cried as they flew across the sky, disappearing with a twinkle along with Wobbuffet's traditional say of his name.

"Lines, chapter, series, author?" Zoey raised an eyebrow at Brock, who shook his head back at her.

"They're crazy, just yesterday they were talking about episodes and animators," He turned his attention back to his male friend. "Are you guys okay?"

"Yeah. We're fine, right?" Pikachu and Froakie nodded in agreement before hopping onto his shoulders. "They never learn, do they?"

"Guess not," Dawn's arms tightened around Piplup as she forced a small smile. "I did kinda want to catch a Pokémon today but, it's awesome that Froakie likes you."

Her words reminded Ash of something, more importantly someone. His Aipom. Aipom loved contests, even an idiot could see that. She would often run off from training just to watch Dawn's contest practices and even use the method of showing off her moves during mock battles. Aipom had also been hanging around Dawn a lot, enjoying the sparkles and glitter that contests had to offer. He loved his Pokémon dearly and would do anything to make them happier and, if that meant letting them go he would happily to it. In another world, it may have been a while before he was told to do this but he was going to hit two Pidgey with one stone – unlike the one Spearow he hit on his first day of training.

Without a word, he released Aipom from her Poké Ball, allowing her to get used to the fact she had been called out. She looked up at him and tipped her head to one side in confusion.

"Aipom, I want you to be honest with me… do you prefer contests over Gym battles?" Ignoring the gasps from everyone else, Ash kept his eyes on the normal type, who nodded slowly to show her lack of knowledge on how her trainer would react. "I knew it, in that case… Aipom I think it's for the best that Dawn trains you from now on. I'll still be around and you can steal my hat as much as you want but now you can do the thing you love instead of being forced into my kind of battle, okay?" It took a while for Aipom to process it but, soon enough, she was hugging him happily.

"Are you sure that's okay?!" Dawn's eyes were wide at the idea of Ash giving away a Pokémon of his, especially to her.

"I want what's best for Aipom and if she loves contests more than battles, it's a no brainer," he chuckled nervously afterwards, rubbing his hand against the back of his head. "And I guess it's a trade for Froakie, but Aipom's wellbeing comes first and I don't wanna make her battle my way if she prefers a contest style." Ash walked over to Dawn and dropped Aipom's Poké Ball into her outstretched hand. "I know the two of you will do amazingly in contests together. Just don't make me regret my choice…" He noticed her worried expression and, once again, nervously laughed in response. "I know you won't but I'll still be around to help you out if you need it!"

"Thank you…" The bluenette clutched the Poké Ball tightly and her face lit up into a proper smile. "I guess that means I've got to start working on a routine with Aipom now, right?" Aipom, who had run over to her, nodded and jumped up and down, with Piplup cheering from her shoulder – having moved up there after he almost fell due to losing an arm for the Poké Ball exchange.

"Piplup, Buneary, Pachirisu and Aipom," Brock couldn't help but feel the same joy his younger friend was at the handover. "You are shaping up to have a nice team there, Dawn."

"Aren't we forgetting something?" Dawn had picked up Aipom for a cuddle, but focused her attention on Ash. "You have to catch Froakie now, right?"

"Yeah, you're right," He looked towards the water frog perched on his usually free shoulder and smiled at him. "So, you wanna battle or, oh, okay?" Froakie had nimbly turned himself around so he could tap an empty Poké Ball from Ash's belt, being sucked in immediately with only a few shakes before the ding sounded his capture. "I caught Froakie, I guess…"

"I'd have thought the great Pokémon of the lake would want a fight but no," Zoey shook her head in disbelief. "It just let itself get captured." She looked over at Dawn, who had pulled out her Pokédex and aimed it at Froakie, who had just let himself out back onto his previous shoulder position.

"What?! No data!" Dawn's shout brought everyone else over to see if this was the truth, which it was. "Brock, what do we do?"

"I guess calling Professor Rowan would be the first thing to do," The eighteen-year-old replied, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "He might know something about Froakie that we don't as it seems it's from another region entirely. Professor Oak may know something as well."

"What are we waiting for then, let's go!" Dawn grinned, running back into the forest with Piplup and Aipom at her heels.

Zoey just shook her head once more. "I'd best head off. Tell Dawn the next contest is in Hearthome City for me, okay guys?"

"Sure thing, Zoey."

"And good luck with that Froakie of yours," She turned towards Ash with an expression that may have been close to a smile. "I have a feeling that the two of you may be powerful together someday, especially with how Froakie took to you so quickly." With that, she left with Glameow at her heels.

"Let's go and catch up with Dawn then," Brock pulled his egg out of his backpack so he could carry it. "She will get mad if we leave her alone for a while."

"Yeah, and I thought she was mad when her hair wasn't right." Ash joked, running on ahead with Froakie and Pikachu on his shoulders. Whatever Froakie was, or however the two of them were connected didn't matter at the moment, for now he was just excited about the idea that his second Gym Badge was not too far away.