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It all started as a simple and friendly intention, Barry was sure of it. He had seen the pink-haired girl before, had always thought of her as a princess-like character—what, with her graceful movements, elegant clothing, and whatnot—and was completely entranced with her successful attempts at crushing her opponents down with such ease. That's why he decided to introduce himself, to get to know the young girl, and they could even have a battle in the future (so he could flaunt his being better than her, of course).
He went up to the girl, who sat in all her wonderful lonesomeness in a corner...

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Barry was never allowed to leave on a Pokemon journey. It was decided for him that it was too risky and the events that occurred when he was twelve years old had proved that it had been the right decision. The araw that his mother had followed him to Lake Verity and found him in hysterics halfway tahanan had changed everything. He saw a string of Doctors for months as they tried to figure out what was wrong with him; Lucas wasn't simply the only problem, it was the fact that...

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"Barry."

"What?"

"What did you just say?"

"I sinabi I'm going to the Lake."

"Not today you're not."

"Mum, come on, I'm twelve. I know how to get to Lake Verity and back." He jumped to his feet once his laces were tied and started bouncing on the spot; his mother was right, there was a lot madami bounce in new shoes than in old ones.

"What are you going to do?"

"Homework, Mum. We have to go and watch Pokemon in their natural habitat and I'm gonna have the best thing to hand in! I'm the only...

Like most of these fics, this started out as a request on /tr/ a while back; this was the first request I filled, for memory. I could be wrong though. Also, because it was a request, no, I don't know exactly what's wrong with him and no, it's not an accurate representation of any kind of illness. I know.

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It all started, or so they liked to think, with a single name.

"Lucas."

"Who's Lucas, kiddo?"

"He's my friend, he's sitting right over there." Barry pointed...