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"Sounds like a plan, Johnny. I'll meet you at the gym," Ammon stated and he ran off with Sprout in one arm and the bike being lead by the other.

First things first, Ammon thought. Let's take this bike to the Pokemon Center. Perhaps the nurse there will know what to do with it. Also, my pokemon could use a little rest from all the traipsing through Decorus Woods we did. It wasn't far to the Pokemon Center from the Jirachi Fountain. In fact, it was just across the park and easily recognizable by the large P that adorned the front of the building. The Center was large with multiple floors to accommodate a sizable volume of people and pokemon. People entered and left the building, some in small groups, others alone. Ammon entered the lobby and found himself amidst a throng of trainers and Pokemon crowding the place. Chansey ran around with Pokemon on stretchers and and the lone Nurse was busy talking with a distressed trainer about the condition of a pokemon he had left in her care.

Ammon cautiously approached the front desk and waited as the Nurse continued to console. When she had soothed the trainer, he went to wait in one of the many chairs in the lobby. Ammon said politely "Excuse me Nurse, may I ask two favors?"

"Of course, what may I help you with?" the Nurse asked. She was joyful and had a pleasant smile that warmed Ammon in an odd way. Her hair was a lovely pink rose color, fashioned with two big loops tied together sapphire blue bobbles. She wore a white nurse cap upon her head with a pink cross on the front. Her dress was white with a big white bow tied in the back.

Ammon hesitated for a moment, but then caught himself thinking himself a fool. "I need my pokemon taken care of. They've taken quite a bit in the Decorus Woods," Ammon requested. He pulled off his four pokeballs from his belt and then handed them to the Nurse. He then placed Sprout on the counter. The Oddish whined a bit in protest but soon stopped when Ammon gave her a firm but kind look. He continued, "And if it's not too much trouble I borrowed this bike from a man that had broken his leg from a fall. Unfortunately, I wasn't too careful and the front tire has been bent. If you could help locate a repair shop it would be most helpful."

The Nurse took the pokeballs from Ammon and placed them on a tray. She then called for a Chansey for assistance. "Please take these pokemon to be examined so that they can be treated properly. Also please take this boys bike to the garage," the Nurse said. The Chansey obeyed with a cheerful cry and with a quick step.

Ammon cried out in surprise as the Chansey pulled the bike from his grip. "But... but... you don't have to worry about it; I could easily take it to a shop. You seem so busy here," Ammon stuttered.

"Don't worry about it," the nurse said kindly. "In my spare time I second as a mechanic. I can't tell you how many bikes I have fixed that have been damaged in the Woods. The bike is in good hands. I also recall the man you are talking about. He was brought into the hospital by a Pokemon Ranger. I will make sure that he gets his bike back."

Ammon was surprised by the quick service. He hadn't expected so much hospitality. He bowed humbly and thanked the nurse by saying, "Thank you so very much. I need to go take care of a few things so I will be away for a while. Please take good care of my pokemon." Ammon started to walk away from the counter. He said one last goodbye to Sprout before heading back outside into the city.

Bastion city was a tangle of streets and buildings, Ammon soon discovered, as he wandered aimlessly looking for the Silph Co. building. He came upon dead end after dead end, but his destination was nowhere in sight. He was lost. Ammon had been afraid this might happen, but he initially thought that the Silph Co. building would be easy to find. Fate seemed to say otherwise and so he relented and started asking for directions, but all that he got from the citizens of Bastion was annoyed grunts and cold shoulders. Without a kind voice to guide him Ammon decided to sit on the curb in front of some apartment complexes. Droves of people passed him by without a second glance as he became downcast. This was not going well and it seemed to bode ill for his mission. "Son is that you?!" bellowed a familiar voice. Ammon raised his head excitedly to see his father standing above him. His father, Mr. Michael Jameson was tall but skinny man with a full head of chestnut hair. He was the epitome of a scientist, complete with glasses and a lab coat. Pens protruded from his front pocket and a brazen necktie hung around his neck, hidden by the collar of his white button-down shirt. In one hand was newspaper and the other a sack lunch.

He was a welcome sight to the young boy. Ammon hugged him fiercely causing the man to ask, "What are you doing here? I was just going out to eat my lunch at the park and I find you here on the street curb. Don't tell me you actually have Pokemon now. After last year I thought you were never going to get a pokemon."

Ammon stood back a little sheepish. He had left his pokemon back at the center and could not show them off to his father. "Well, I don't actually have them right now. I left them at the Pokemon Center to be healed. They took a beating back in Decorus after that Ariados attacked me."

"An Ariados! Well, I'll be. My son actually battling and with more than one pokemon no less, it is like a dream come true for me. How about you tell me all about it," his father said.

"I would love to," Ammon stated, "but I need to go talk to Mister Opal as soon as possible. I would have been there sooner, but... I kind of got lost."

Ammon's father laughed and replied, "Lost huh? Reminds me of myself when I was your age. No matter, you can tell me about it on our way to Silph Co.."

The two walked together, Mr. Jameson leading the way, while Ammon gave of his account of receiving his first pokemon, his battle with Aaron, the incident with the cyclist, the capture of his new pokemon, and all the other subsequent ventures he had in the Decorus Woods. He managed to finish just as they came to the front doors of the towering building that was Silph Co.'s Bombur branch. Ammon was stunned by the lavish building. It was both a great work of engineering as well as a work of art. The other buildings next to it seemed dull and boring in comparison. Ammon noticed that there was some work high above. I was hard to tell but it seemed that some windows were being replaced. Ammon pointed and looked confused at his father. Mr. Jameson followed his son's finger and said, "Oh, yes. It was quite exciting. Apparently some maniac that goes by the name Thieth incited a riot on a large scale within the city. Gangs of thugs tried to loot the place, but we at Silph Co. learned long ago to be prepared for such situations. My pokemon and I got a good exercise booting them from the building."

His father looked slightly elevated in pride as he said that. Ammon smiled and said, "I suppose you will have a story to tell me, but first, if you don't mind, I would like to speak with Mister Opal."

"Of course son," his father said and he lead Ammon into the building. The lobby was immaculate and beautiful. The floors and walls were made of polished granite of dark hues. Tall pillars held the high ceiling in place that was flooded with men and women in suits. Ammon and his father seemed out of place amongst the many workers of business. The place seemed as busy as the Pokemon Center, but there was a different air to the rush. Any talking amongst the men and women were done in hushed whispers with the noise of footsteps against the hard stone floor more prevalent. The two walked to a crowded elevator and managed to squish themselves into the confined space. With a little difficulty Ammon's father pressed the button with the highest number next to it and they waited as the elevator let off and on swarms of people. Ammon was growing anxious and impatient. Finally the elevator stopped and opened to a smaller lobby area. Mr. Jameson nudged Ammon into the room. To their left was a large window that allowed for a beauteous view of the park. While Mr. Jameson spoke with the lady that sat at a reception desk at the other end of the room Ammon stared out the window. Ammon felt foolish as he saw that there was a street that lead directly to the park from here. A sense of vertigo caused Ammon to cease looking down the 1,1245 ft to the street below.

Mr. Jameson was busy talking to the receptionist. It was an apparent struggle as the women at the desk continued to state that Mister Opal would not be seeing anyone. "Well, is he in a meeting, a conference?" His father asked. Both were answered with a no. "For goodness sakes my son is on a mission and needs to speak with the man."

"I'm sorry sir, but it is strict policy that no one is to see Mister Opal while..." the receptionist cut short her sentence as she caught the sound of swinging doors.

Ammon was now in the office of Mister Opal, CEO of the Bombur branch of Silph Co.. His heart raced with fear as he approached the man staring out the window. The man was clean with no blemish in his appearance. He was a strong, young man that stood out amongst his older contemporaries. Mister Opal was a talented man with a stern disposition and intelligent mind. Being able to attain his position of power at a young age of 30 was his crowning achievement in business. At the sound of the doors opening he turned and looked down at Ammon. The stern expression was intimidating but not unkind. He simply stood there waiting expectantly. Ammon was so nervous he was about to turn around and head out the door, but the thought of Kira sad and distressed carried his voice passed his fears, "I'm sorry to bother you Mr. Opal, but I come to ask you to allow Kira to come with me on my Pokemon journey."

Mister Opal didn't blink or move when Ammon finished the sentence, he kept staring at the young boy. The door came bursting open and the receptionist grabbed hold of one of Ammon's arms, "I'm sorry sir, I will get rid of the boy."

"No," the man finally spoke, "leave the boy here. Please return to your duties Ms. Sutherland."

The woman was astonished. She let go of Ammon and said, "Of course sir."

When the doors closed Mister Opal turned his words toward Ammon, "You have a lot of courage to come all this way to ask for such a thing. However, I am going to deny your request."

"But why Mr. Opal?" Ammon exclaimed, his voice a tad loud, "She wants to travel with pokemon just as any kid does."

"I understand," Mr. Opal stated with the same calm, controlled voice. "I didn't make this decision lightly. The recent attack on this city by a mere thug has made me think that this region is too dangerous for Kira to travel. For about a year I have been offered the position of CEO at the Kanto headquarters of Silph Co.. I have continued to be reluctant about the job because of Kira. She seemed so happy here, with a good friend. I planned on waiting until she was off on her journey to accept the position. I no longer wish her to start her journey here. The Kanto region is much more safe and stable for Kira to make her start. When she has become accustomed to the life of a trainer I will allow her to return here, but not a moment sooner."

The tone of his last sentence was so direct that it convinced Ammon that he wasn't going to change his mind, but that didn't stop him from trying, "Sir, I promise I will keep your daughter safe. I would not let anything bad happen to her. I would sooner have injury then let that happen."

For the first time in almost six years Mister Opal gave a small smile. "You are still young and have a lot to learn before I can see that become true. I will admit that Kira has a good friend. When she is ready, I would welcome the idea of her traveling with you. That is all I will say on the matter. If you would kindly leave my office."

Ammon was stunned at the abruptness of his statement, but he couldn't deny Mr. Opal's request. The way the man said things convinced you that it was the best thing to do. Ammon left the room without a word. As the doors closed behind him the reality of what had just happened settled in. The thought of not being able to go with Kira on his journey left him dazed. Mr. Jameson sat in the lobby waiting and when he asked how things went Ammon just kept on walking toward the elevator wordlessly, staring out into space. His father wished to stopped him but hesitated, allowing the doors of the elevator to close and the elevator to descend. A moment later Mister Opal entered the lobby and said to Ammon's father, "You know how to raise a son Mr. Jameson. I think he will make a fine trainer."

"Yes, but only if he gets through what is troubling him," Mr. Jameson responded.

Ammon, still in his trance, walked without a purpose out of the Silph Co. building. Passing the many streets and people, it was amazing that Ammon actually managed to make back to the park. He sat down at the fountain's edge and that is when reality sank in. The sadness of the turn of events struck Ammon's heart like an arrow. Despite himself, tears began to fall down his face. To hide this he hid himself in his hands and resting his head on his knees. Ammon could not remember the last time he had cried and for the first time he knew the true meaning of sorrow. In his minds eye Ammon saw the face of Kira, the face of friend that would do anything for him. He had always felt himself undeserving of such loyalty, feeling that he had never made up for the years of friendship she gave him when he first moved to Bombur from. His thoughts drifted to that day they met:

It was a strange day for Ammon. They had just moved to a strange town full of strange people and now he was being forced to go to a strange school full of strange kids. Ammon was six years old and he had begged his mother not to make him go, but she would have nothing of it. She stated that both Ammon's older siblings went to trainer school and that they would have never had gotten far if they hadn't. This did not bolster Ammon's spirits, and he had no time to react as he was nudged through the door of Professor Idaho's Anchore Lab. There he stood very young, but intelligent, greeting the parents and children. Seeing Ammon's apprehension, Professor Idaho lowered himself to Ammon's eye-level. "There's no need to worry little man. I'm sure you will enjoy the classes here. You will get to see pokemon and learn all about them. Doesn't that sound fun?"

Ammon did not respond, instead he buried his face into his mother's legs. The professor smiled as he stood to speak with her, "Don't worry Mrs. Jameson. I am sure he will get acclamated soon."

"I completely agree with," she said and she pulled Ammon away from her. She made her way to the door and said her farewells, "Good-bye Ammon I'll come pick you up after your lesson."

Ammon stood there frightened about being left alone with strangers. Professor Idaho told Ammon that the other children were waiting out in the grass field, but Ammon would not move and that was when Kira stepped into the lab. She was accompanied by Mr. Yamoto, the Opals' groundskeeper. In her hands was the purple, round Sprout looking as anxious as Ammon about being around so many people. Kira was not frightened or anxious, but excited. Her big characterizing smile was on her face and she boldly went up to Professor Idaho and said, "I hope you don't mind that I brought my friend Sprout with me to class. She wouldn't let me go alone."

Mr. Yamato chuckled and seconded that statement, "Hehe no she didn't, nor she take kindly to my offer to help me in the garden."

"I don't mind," informed Professor Idaho. "The both of you are welcome to join the rest of us. Please head out to the grass field to your left."

It was then that Kira noticed Ammon spying the scene from a couple feet away. She didn't hesitate to greet him, "Hello my name is Kira Opal and this Sprout. What is your name?"

Ammon was not as forward and he stuttered a bit as he spoke, "My...my name is...is Ammon Jameson."

"This is my first day at trainer school as well. Would like to sit with us?" Kira offered and Sprout emphatically agreed with the offer.

"O...Okay," was all that Ammon could say and they both walked toward the grass field together, Ammon's anxieties stifled.

It was then that Ammon's memories fowarded five years into the future:

This was the day, at least that was what everyone thought. Ammon was now ten, the coming of age for children; the age when they go out and travel abroad with pokemon. Ammon was surrounded by his family; his father and mother and his two younger siblings, Ericka and Joseph, looked at Ammon with pride and admiration. Kira, Sprout, and Mr. Yamato were also in attendence. This was the moment Ammon was going to receive his companion, his partner in the trials ahead. Professor Idaho was taking an important phone call, so all of them waited anxiously. Ammon was awful and disappointing people and so he had let it get this far. Ammon knew for awhile now that he was not going to leave this year, but he was too afraid to tell anyone. For a long time he battled with this decision, but in the end it was final: he was going to leave with Kira.

Professor Idaho said his goodbyes to the person on the and now turned his attention to the waiting group. "Forgive me, I am ready to assist you now. Are you ready now Ammon? Have you decided which pokemon you are going to take. Will it be Youthistle, Comolten, or Sukus? Or perhaps you would like a random starter?"

This was the moment that Ammon had been dreading for weeks. He gulped and with as much firmness he could muster said, "I'm not leaving."

Gasps erupted amongst the spectators. They couldn't believe what they were hearing. Before they could say anything however, Ammon said, "I know what you are thinking. Why are you doing this? I made up my mind that I am not leaving on my journey until Kira can come with me."

That was when the flashback ended. They had all supported Ammon in his decision, all except Kira. She was quite upset with Ammon, even to the point of yelling at him, but he wouldn't be disuaded. For a week she wouldn't talk to him and it wasn't until later that he found out from Mr. Yamato that secretly she was happy that he had decided to wait. Sprout was happy to see him stay and showed it every day from that point. She had grown strangely fond of Ammon at that time, and Ammon too had formed a bond for the small pokemon. Ammon spent the down time at home studying recipes for pokemon food and poffins. His mother, once a Grand Master, helped him gain a comprehensive knowledge of pokemon dislikes and likes, which he now appreciated immensely. He also started a lovely garden in the backyard of his house in Anchore. Beautiful flowers, trees, and vegetables grew from Ammon's careful hand. It was difficult work, with Ammon having his share of mistakes, but it paid off in the end. In Ammon's pack was a large assortment of fresh berries, vegetables, and fruits for cooking. His pack had barely enough room for anything else.

Ammon also studied deeply the works of many of the great professors of the world. Though many of their dissertations were above Ammon's ten year old mind, Oak, Elm, and even Professor Idaho's work helped him remain up to speed on the many interesting traits of pokemon from around the world. His parents had a sizable collection of books at home and it was now that Ammon had wished he had brought some of them with him. When it was time again to get his starter he had been eager and excited, but now he was not. At this point Ammon had stopped crying. He felt himself silly for allowing himself to be torn down. Mister Opal did not say that Kira was going to barred from traveling with him, just until he proved himself. Sadness was replaced with a burning ambition. He stood and vowed to himself that he would be worthy of Mister Opal's approval, so that he could be with his friend.

The Pokemon Center was still packed as he entered it the second time. Ammon wondered if the place was ever not busy. He walked up to the nurse and she recognized him immediately. This amazed him considering how many faces she must have seen since. She took out the tray where his pokeballs lay and Sprout bounced off the counter into his arms. The reunion was sweet for a strange reason. It felt to Ammon as if he had been absent for some time on an arduous journey that left him exhausted and eager for home. His home was Sprout, whose clinging nature insured he felt loved. He allowed her to rub her face in his before he calmed and said thank you to the nurse before heading back outside into the park.

His next mission was in his mind. He searched around and found the large departmental store that stood close to the Pokemon Center. Once inside he asked for directions from the receptionist and found where the sold the packs. He wanted a large sturdy back that he could hold his cooking supplies. He didn't want Johnny or their pokemon to starve out in the wilds of Bombur. He grabbed a nice blue hiking pack and went ahead picking through the store purchasing food and ingredients. He picked his way through the pots and the pans he would need, making sure they were more serviceable then pretty and ended by purchasing a single volume of one of Professor Oaks field research books. The money he had spent was given to him for his birthday and he didn't feel guilty as he handed the clerk the money. He switched his old pack for the new, placing the food and clothes into designated pockets in the large blue pack. All the new items too went into the pack and when all done Ammon flung it on his back and bent his legs to get used to the wait.

Ammon left the store and looked around. The Gym could be seen and he marveled that all the things he needed were in the same large circle around the park. He walked forward anxious for the impending challenge.

((OOC: I'm done. This is very rough, but it's functional for now. Antarctros, you may continue your story if you would like. I will come around and edit this post later.))

((OOC: I hope you don't mind if I kind of intersect ShinE, Miravistel's and AeroGP's topic with ours a little bit.))

As Ammon entered the gym he had no idea what to expect. Upon seeing the inside of the gym, Ammon knew immediately what the Gym was centered on. The many plants and trees gave away the fact that the gym leader was one that battle with Grass-type pokemon. To his surprise he entered when a battle was already going on. It was a fierce battle with an Ursaring on one end using the move Fake Tears and on the other a bemused Brandle. The Ursaring must have belonged to a trainer with a confident air about him. Ammon didn't blame the guy for being confident; his Ursaring looked strong and capable. On the other end must have been the Gym Leader, Calleo if Ammon remembered correctly. He too had a confident air and his Brandle looked just as capable as the Ursaring. Ammon had no idea where the battle was at that time. It could have been at the beginning or nearing its end.

Ammon decided to watch on the sidelines; he spied a couple of trainers on one side of the gym already sitting and watching the battle. Ammon wasn't shy, but he didn't feel like bothering them so he decided to watch on the other side of the field.