Be warned, this whole fic will be bloodier and harsher than the candy coated versions of Pokemon today. It will be more like reality with the fun spin of Pokemon, at least for the first few chapters. After that it will be more lighthearted and fun :3. You have been warned and enjoy the frantic fun, chickadees.

Oh, and if you don't like heavy drama stuff you can skip to the 2nd chapter where it gets more light hearted. This first chapter is to show where she comes from and why she acts the way she does. Basically the why as to why she is out on an adventure :3

And I apologize for all the lines as time skips but Fanfic is acting up on me -_-"

"Ha! What makes you think you will inherit a d*** thing, you loose woman? You only married into the family!" My uncle Neil harshly criticizes my mother. Her eyes flashed with indignant anger as I sit straight in my chair, refusing to meet the eyes of any of my relatives; or at least my uncle who barely managed to stumble in here after visiting the bar and my mother from her most recent ... uh, friend.

"To hell with you! Who was the one who took care of that old woman while you were out drinking yourself out of house and home?" My mother venomously spat back, looking like she was about to call out her Arbok and poison the man right here and now.

"You hardly paid a d*** cent! You only threw her into a nursing home!" Uncle Neil vehemently argued, his eyes uncoordinated to the room around him as he grasped the wall to keep himself balanced. I slouch a little in the stiff and worn out chair, tired of their childish ranting but unable to say anything to make them stop.

After all her grandmother was now dead. Found in the woods with a ring of flowers all around her and her Pokemon belt lying across her chest. There was no diagnosis about her death, only the guess it must have been old age that finally bit her. And she seemed so sharp and aware of everything around her up until she passed away ... I set my head in my hands, holding back the tears of frustration before looking back up to the man who was supposed to read out my grandmother's will. None of us was aware that she even had a will. We assumed everything would go to my father but since he passed in a work related accident she had to go back and change it.

"I'm glad you are all here. Now if you'll excuse me, I shall now read here what is on the will," the pudgy, bald headed man announced to the bickering two as I sit in muffled silence. No, no I can't cry now. If I do it will only make things worse.

"Yes, read it and prove to this hideous man that I am the rightful heir to everything she owns. After all, I'm the one who financed for her to be in that nursing home in the first place," my mother snapped, her long billowing red hair draping over a revealing shoulder.

"To hell with ya and your ideas! I'm her only other son for Arceus sake!" Uncle Neil growled.

"Enough. I have only ten minutes to read this will before my next appointment and as I am very sorry for your loss," he says, looking to me when he said so as to direct who he meant that statement towards, "you are acting like spoiled children! Now sit so that I may read it," he orders, watching as they both sit down with narrowed eyes.

"Watch your tongue you Rattata. You're looking at the woman who will be inheriting all of that old woman's wealth," my mother proudly hisses, casting a sharp glare at uncle Neil. Before he can retort a loud thud makes us all jump, seeing the wooden chest that the will reader carelessly dropped on the desk to get our attention.

"If you are reading this now it means that I have passed away. Everything that was once mine is now gone and all that remains is what here lies in the wooden chest made from the trees in Viridian forest," the starts in a loud and firm voice, making sure to have everyone's attention in the room. I carefully listen and stare at the chest with longing eyes. Grandmother's house was the only sanctuary for me from my hellish mother and dead beat of an uncle. She was so nice whenever I came over and never complained about how stupid my duel colored hair was with my natural red bangs and ebony black hair. She never thought my left blind eye was a handicap nor hideously ugly. Rather, she found them beautiful and never insulted me. She was so kind ... grandma, why did you have to leave me?

"And furthermore," he continues with a harsh cough, catching my wandering attention, "seeing that I own nothing more than what is in the bank and in this box, I confer all that I have ever owned and my very title to my only granddaughter, Jackie Penski," he finished, looking up to meet our eyes.

... wait, what?

"WHAT?!" Both my mother and uncle shouted as they leapt out of their chairs, immediately giving the man fierce backlash for what was written on the paper.

"What else is there? There has to be more!" My mother frantically shouts, ripping the paper from the man's startled hands and quickly looks over the paragraph. "How can this be?! That ungrateful wretch!" My mother irately shouts, as uncle Neil swipes it from my mother's nimble fingers and looks it over himself with quieter rage. Well, quieter rage or he hasn't quite figured it out yet in his hammered state.

"Hey, are you serious that everything she owned is ... mine?" I ask, shocked. Good hell I am barely 17 and now I have everything that my grandmother owns? Her land ... was sold before she died and she put all that money into her accounts from what I understand.

Everything that's she's owned ... is now mine?

"I can't believe that intolerable hag! How dare she leave me with nothing! And there isn't a thing in that d*** box either. Just a letter and a key to hell knows where!" My mother angrily rants as she punches the gas a little too hard and jerks me back in the seat. I stay silent through her horrid driving, staring out the window and at the bustling sidewalks. Everything that she once owned ... is now mine. That's just too much to take in. I thought for sure she would give something to my uncle and maybe a little bit of petty money to my mother.

My eyes fall to a short dark figure weaving through the crowds of people. A Pokemon? I carefully look at its single long red ear and fiery red tail. That's a ... Sneasel, right? I watch as it slips it's claws into an ignorant man's back pocket, pulling out some petty cash and slipping it into the dirty nap sack on its side. A glimmer of gold on its ear catches my eye. Oh boy, it's begun. Team Rocket or whatever those posers call themselves are back in town. Everyone from the not so nice side of town knows not to really mess with them though the majority are really weak. But having a Pokemon openly steal like this? That's just plain gutsy.

The Sneasel's bright blue eyes locks on with mine as it freezes, realizing it's been caught. Oh forget it, that man should have been keeping a better eye on his money anyway. My gaze remain stuck on the frozen Sneasel until my mother guns the gas, startling me and some pedestrians before she speeds off towards our apartment. She's gotten quiet all of a sudden ... I wonder what she is thinking?

"UGH!" I shout, stumbling back and crashing hard into the wooden kitchen table. I clutch my blind eye and glare at my mother as she wobbles on her feet, taking another disgusting swig from the bottle of vodka in her hand and dirtied rings on her other's fingers.

"Now look what you've done, you brat! You've ruined my beautiful rings! Look at me, aren't they pretty?!" She shouts before stumbling forward and catching the counter, tears streaming down her face. She slouched against the counter and slides to the floor before hysterically crying, covering her tears with her dainty hands. I hate it when she drinks ... she only gets mean when she drinks. I wipe the blood off my lip and get up, feeling bruising pain radiating from my waist and eye. That's going to leave bruises for sure.

"Hey, mom, let's take your medicine and go to bed alright?" I suggest. The doctor gave her medicine to help with her ... condition but I don't think it's working.

"Medicine? What medicine? There is nothing wrong with me!" She angrily shouts, leaping up from the floor. Uh oh.

"Hey, hey calm down-!" I cry as her hand whipped forward and grabbed my hair, yanking me into the hall. "OUCH! Mom, get off that hurts!" I shout, not wanting to hurt her by shoving her off. My feet stumble left and right as she drags me to the door and slams me against it.

"Shut up, shut up! I'm perfect! There's nothing wrong with me!" She screams as she weakly pounds her fists against my shoulders. My arm luckily maneuvers to the handle and throws the door open. I can't take it anymore. I need to get the hell out of here. I've tried to help her but it's not working. I ... I need to leave. Now. I shoot down the cement stairs and stumble to a stop at the bottom, breathing hard as I look up to her. My mother's eyes grow wild and crazy as she whips around back into the house. Oh no what is she doing? I listen to the banging and clanging around inside the house, nearly having a heart attack as she runs at the front door with the large wooden box in arms. Good mother of hell-!

"WHOA!" I shout, torn between catching the areal projectile or dodging it. My arms shoot out at the thought about my grandmother and catch the clunky and amazingly heavy chest, listening to the key rumble about inside of it. I stumble back with the weight and trip over the drop in the curb, heaving as the heavy chest landed on my lungs. Why the hell is this so heavy?!

"GET OUT! Get out and never come back! You wretch for a child! You, you wr-e-etch-!" She hysterically wails, slamming the door shut. I achingly sit up, coughing hard for a few minutes before getting my bearings.

Well, that's one way to get kicked out of a house I guess. And tomorrow she'll be calling me sobbing for me to come back and apologizing for what happened with all her excuses. But, a mother is a mother and she's my mother. My lungs ache as I wobble to my feet and think about where I can go for the night since home is clearly not an option. I guess my only option is to go find a nice and cozy park bench in the park. Yeah, that could work for the night. The chest weighs heavy on my shoulder as I carefully balance it in place and begin walking. The sooner I get there the better.

My eyes mindlessly scan the streets spotted with people I don't want to meet here and there. Gangs, gangs and oh! ... more gangs. Lovely. Though I'm positive most belong to Team Rocket here. As long as I don't encounter them they won't mess with me.

A strangled, meek cry catches my attention from the nearby alley. I reluctantly glance over, spying the black, clawed foot of a Pokemon lying behind the dumpster. Awe ... someone abandoned a Pokemon here again? I have no idea why but this neighborhood seems to be the optimal dumping spot for Pokemon that are 'too weak' for other people to deal with. I hesitate to press onward, frozen as it's foot twitches. It's still alive. Well ... I might as well see what it is.

I shuffle the heavy chest more comfortably on my shoulder, walking around the dumpster to find a roughed up Sneasel lying on the ground with a large scratch across it's left eye. Ouch ... something sure did a number on it. A noticeable ragged cut was left in its ear, probably from an earring being ripped out. That earring ... and that knapsack look familiar. I pick up the small bag and flip the top open, staring at the cash inside of it. This is the same Sneasel I saw earlier stealing people's wallets and such. I guess he didn't steal enough or he got caught?

I'll bet it was a Team Rocket Pokemon and after he or she got better Pokemon they decided to leave this one here to ... well, yeah. It's chest weakly rises and falls as I weigh my options. I could leave it here and let fate take hold or take it to a Pokecenter. There's one not too far from here.

... well it's not like I have anything better to do.

"It was horribly injured. No wonder people don't train Pokemon anymore. If you are this rough with it you hardly deserve Pokemon!" The woman harshly and rightfully reprimands, "I would be slapping the stupid right out of someone if they brought me a Pokemon this close to death!"

"Look, I found it like that." I answer, annoyed at her accusations.

"Yes, right just like everyone else am I right?" She snaps back, stiffly folding her arms together as she glares at me. Ugh ... this is what I hate about people who are so crazy about Pokemon. They bark and bark when they find one that's so injured but it's not like it will change anything. Yeah I wouldn't purposefully hurt a Pokemon but neither would I want to take one in and care for it. I'm just ... not that caring type. It doesn't suit me and it would only hurt when the Pokemon's all grown up and decides to leave.

"Anyway, here's the bill. Will that be cash or credit?" She roughly asks, dropping a stack of paperwork in my lap.

"What?!" I shout, startled. She expects me to pay up?! Like hell! I don't have the money for it! A-And since I don't know my grandmother's account I'm literally flat broke.

"You brought him in here and now you pay for him," she stubbornly orders as she folds her arms and expectantly stares at me.

"But I just brought it in! Why the hell do I have to pay for it?!" I shout, jumping up and feeling a weight drop off my lap. I cast the object a quick glance, spying the knapsack the Sneasel had.

"It's because you brought him in you need to pay!" She orders with a growl, "here in the city you pay for pokecenters," she harshly explains as she folds her arms. Oh that's bull and she knows it. I'll bet they need to pay off Team Rocket to keep them from coming in and taking over or wrecking the place.

"Fine. Will this be enough?" I growl, slipping all the bills out from the little knapsack and handing it to the woman. Her beady eyes carefully flip through the bills as she counts it.

" ... barely." She admits, pocketing the money and turning away. Tch, prude ... whatever, at least there's enough for it. I heavily sigh and run a hand over my tired eyes. Just five minutes ... I need to just close my eyes for like five minutes. It's been such a long day holding in my tears and dealing with the drama at the funeral. A tired sigh leaves my lips as my head cranes back, my arm tightening around the box.

Just as I felt the resting relaxation in my limbs a faint tugging draws me out of my trance. My eyes crack open, squinting as the morning sun shines bright into my eyes. Ugh ... that's bright. My fingers tighten over the hard wooden box as I sleepily sit up, seeing the woman who practically stole from me flitting about the room and cleaning up a bit. Did I fall asleep?

"Ah crap," I groan, rubbing my eyes as I sit up and look at the chest. There was a key inside it but for what? I unlatch the chest and take the silver key and letter out. I gently open the letter and take the paper out, deciding reading would help take my mind off of everything that's happened.

Oh Jackie, I am so pleased to know that mine adventures continue with you. Though you will have my beloved Pokemon team with you at all times, whether you like it or not, I want you to gather your own team and follow in the footsteps of a grand trainer. My Pokemon know what to do and will listen to you once they get over the grief of my passing. I love you, and will forever watch over you through mine own Pokemon. The key will unlock ... and there you will find ...

I blink, reading it over a couple times. Those smudges are impossible to read. What does it-

Wait, wait there were no Pokemon that were mentioned in the will. Holy crap ... wait, wait where the hell are they? If she left them somewhere wouldn't it say it? No better yet why the hell would she leave me with her Pokemon? I don't want them! I can't care for Pokemon, good hell I can hardly care for myself now that I've been kicked out of the house.

"Ah, hello there nurse! Need any help today?" A familiar voice offers as my head whips around, spying the elderly man who was at the funeral with his trusty Tauros by his side. Whoa ... he really does bring that thing everywhere.

"Yes, I need you to peel that dead weight out of the waiting room. She's been here all through the night waiting for the Sneasel to recover," the woman irritably huffs, frantically sweeping the floor.

"Ah yes I suppose I can do that," he chuckles in a raspy tone, looking my way with a wrinkled smile before eyes widening in surprise.

"Oh, Jackie? Don't tell me you're the dead weight," he asks with a light laugh as he slowly walks over to me, glancing over to the box with interest, "ah ... I had a feeling Eiting would give you the chest," he says with a fond smile, setting his hand on the framework.

"You know about the chest?" I ask, surprised as I stand up to properly greet him.

"Of course. I made it for the young lass," he grins, "and I know what's in it too. She told me to come find you and tell you that but you slipped away from the funeral so quickly I didn't have a chance to tell you. I suppose it's fate that's brought you now," he cheerfully says as he achingly laughs with a faint whistle in his gapped teeth.

"Well, could you show me? And do you know where her Pokemon are?" I ask, eager to find their location. I'm in charge of them so I need to take care of them. I remember all of them working around the house and playing with me when I was little.

"They are still mourning. I highly doubt any of them will willingly come out of their balls anytime soon so patience should be spent in caring for them," he says with a sad smile, "now, come with me to my home. She entrusted me with some things that you will need for your journey." He widely smiles before slowly making his way to the entrance.

" ... wait, journey?" I ask, making sure I heard him right as I follow after him.

"Yes. You are out of that witch's grasp, yes? I know your grandmother's account information and can transfer that into a separate account so you and only you can access it when needed," he explains as he shakily clutches Tauros's side to help give him some needed balance.

Well, enough said then.

I start out the door but the woman's hand grabs my arm.

"Where do you think you're going? Abandoning your Sneasel already?" She harshly demands, looking a little hurt and panicked.

"Abandon? It wasn't mine in the first place. I found it hurt and brought it here," I correct. Oh please oh please don't dump that Sneasel on me. It's just going to run off back to its old trainer when it's all better and I know I will get attached to it so why bother getting attached in the first place?

"Oh ho~ you already caught yourself a Sneasel? Already a fine trainer indeed! Eiting was right in giving you all she owns," the elderly man raspingly laughs as he looks to the nurse. "Then we shall stay here until it is ready to leave. Well, actually, I will stay. Jackie will be leaving on the SS Aqua to Johto tomorrow morning," he says.

" ... Johto? The uh, the hick country?" She repeats, shocked at his announcement.

"Yes. There, trainers are more plentiful than this country. Once your Sneasel is healed up nice I will come to Johto and return him to you,"

"But I ... Johto?" I repeat, sounding exasperated, "but, why? I've hardly left this city and now I need to go travel a freaking country?" I breathe, feeling a small panic attack coming on, "I-I don't know how to do any of that! I'm an engineer not a-a freaking bus!" I irrationally cry, grasping my head as I try to calm myself down.

"You will be just fine. You have more brain than that son of hers and that of your - oh dear, I shouldn't say that now should I?" He chuckles with a defined whistling tune.

"But I ... oh man," I groan in near defeat. This city ... I know I need to leave. If I don't I'll just get sucked right back into it along with my mother. I'll return to her having to care for her and ... crap.

"You know I'm right dear," he chuckles, enjoying the fact my life is shattering into pieces. "Oh that's right, the matter with the chest." He said, walking over to the chest with the key in hand. My eyes widen slightly as I slap my hand against my hip, feeling the key gone. How in the hell did he-?! The lower compartment of the chest pops open a few seconds later, revealing a bag that was squished into the bottom.

"How the ... ?" I trail off, walking over to get a better look at the contents. What is this? It's just ... an old dusty bag?

"Here we are~!" He sings, picking up the bag and setting it aside before reaching in and taking out an old school Pokemon belt with what looks like mini bombs attached to it.

"Uh ... are those bombs?" I hesitantly asked, taking a slight step back in apprehension. Good hell I was carrying a loaded chest?! There on the belt was six large silver spheres with a red knob on the top.

"Oh don't be silly lass. These are Pokeballs from my day and age. You open it by twisting the top to release the Pokemon, not push a button like everything these days. Ah~ the memories," he longingly breathes, turning to me, "now there are rules young lady about Pokemon and being a trainer and you are going to knowingly break them." He begins to explain as he kneels down on his achy knees, letting out a relieved sigh as he rights himself and unhooks the end of the belt.

"I'm going to break them?" I ask, completely thrown for a loop at whatever the hell he could mean. While I'm not a stickler for the rules I'm not a criminal either.

"No, not just break them. Knowingly break them. There's a difference," he corrects with a rasping laugh, hooking the end to my belt loop and letting it sag lower onto my upper thigh. "Ah, tiny waist and large hips, just like her," he mutters with a small laugh making sure they are properly on before standing up. He flinches downward, his knee starting to give out before I grab his arm and help him to his feet. The woman running the Pokecenter ignores the both of us, remaining tense as she sweeps the ground despite there being no dust.

"I don't think there's a difference. Breaking is breaking,"

"Yes but breaking with cause is key," he corrects, letting me help him up, "bless you dear. Now, as I was saying, you will keep these here on your person at all times, along with the team which you will gather during your travels. She left you some other keepsakes as well," he says, holding up the bag and opening the draw string top, "some money for your travels which are here," he says, showing me a card, "and this will be available once I transfer over the money. Until then, suffice yourself with this," he says, pulling out a thick wad of beautiful hundreds. My jaw drops as he slips it into my cargo pants, continuing on as if he didn't just give me months supply and probably excess on what I will need. Money ... so much money ... and it's my money.

"I-I really think it's too much-," I start though mentally praying he won't take a dollar back after giving it to me. I'm going to need it that's for sure but there's so much ...

"Nonsense dear that's the money she got from selling her land. She only told me to give it to you when your mother wasn't around," he broadly smiles before continuing, "now this here is a Pokedex. It's a little old fashioned compared to the times now but it holds the information of every Pokemon your grandmother has ever encountered with in her travels. Everything else you will get from my grandson over in New Bark town. You will land in Cherry Grove and will get to New Bark from there. And Jackie," he says, making sure he has my attention as he sets a shaky hand on my shoulder. He looks at me with pleading eyes and a sad smile, "don't squander your youth. Go out, travel the world and see for yourself the wonders and joys rather than the pain you've known all your life," he says, making a shiver crawl down my spine from his words. Pain ... I know some joy ... I guess? "Pokemon come in all different shapes and sizes. You will come to love them and not think of them as a burden but that is only if you open up your heart to those around you. I know it will be hard for you and you will suffer, but in that suffering you will find greater joys than you could have ever thought was possible."

"I ... I-I will," I stammer, feeling my confidence completely shattered in the eyes of this man who's experienced more things in his life time than I could possibly imagine. He's giving me so much help ... but why? "Why ... are you helping me? You hardly know me," I say, feeling the emotions from before pricking my heart and brining a tear to my eye. So many swirling emotions ... it's a wonder that I haven't gone zubat crazy.

"Because I had loved your grandmother for so long now and still do. We traveled the world together and I want you to experience those same joys. Alright?" He says with a bright, wrinkly smile.

"Y-Yeah," I agree, taken in by the trust and all the love those words hold. Why couldn't someone like him take care of me while growing up? Or my grandmother? I was always such a troublesome brat ... and now I get the freedom to go frolic around the world. I've practically lost everything and now I'm assuming a new life all within 24 hours.

It's crazy how life throws these twists and turns at me.

Hey I hoped you liked it! It was a little depressing to write the first chapter but it's all uphill from here. I wanted to put all the drearier stuff and her background in the beginning for you all to understand where she's coming from. An now, with the second chapter, her adventure begins! I'm hoping to get at least 5 REVIEWS for this first chapter so I know people are interested in what the story. Happy reading!

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