Before the you let your eyes do the little reading dance down the page, I'd like to throw up a little disclaimer. The story from here on out is being written by an all new, all different writer who has taken up the writing of Chet, this story, and all associated original characters. I'm not sure who among you have read this story before I started with it, but I'm starting with it, and I hope that the change is at least smoother and more natural than would be the passing of a fishbone down the water way to the toilet.

Anywhoo, try and forget that horrible image, and enjoy the read. Have fun everybody!

I'll be honest, I don't make for the best friend in the world to have.

"You can say that a couple thousand more times," said my young friend Jakey, jabbing quick at my side as we walk beside each other down Johto's Route 29. "Not even sure I'd call you my friend, everything considered."

I can just barely feel the shape of Jakey's little fist as it hits my belt. He hits pretty hard for only ten years old, but not hard enough to dissuade me from teasing him.

Jakey stops on a dime. The curly black forest atop his head keeps along with the momentum of his stride, bouncing a bit as he stops and turns to me. His little marble eyes stare unblinkingly at me, either contemplating his next word or waiting for me to say something so that he can snap and screech in that adorable-only-on-tv sort of way ten-year-olds do... It's not like I mind. I really need to get yelled at more often.

"Something wrong, little brother?" I ask him.

"Chet, call me your brother one more time. Go ahead. You'll be eating your Pokégear." He warns me in a low tone. Or, at least I think he's going for a low tone. His voice is a bit squeaky.

I tugged at the neck of my windbreaker. It's a bit offputting to get threatened with violence so seriously by such a little guy, but since I just know he's kidding, I find find super duper cute!

"Sorry, Jakey. I can't help but want to call you my little bro, cute as you are." I put up my winningest smile, but my winningest is one smile that Jakey has seen more than once before. It had no effect.

Whatever the case, Jakey's cheeks pinken a bit at my remark. Tutting, he turned around and continued down Route 29.

"Just try and act normal, okay?" He said, reaching into the pouch at the stomach of his hoodie. Pulling out a plain Poké Ball, he asks me, "So are we really doing it this time? Are we actually going on an adventure? A real adventure through Johto?" His voice was stern, almost sounding like he didn't believe me, but at the same time, he sounds hopeful, if only desperately so.

I smile. I'm always smiling, but even so... "I promise you, kiddo. This go around, I won't disappoint you. We're going on a real adventure. You're going to be taking on gym leaders, and I'll be behind you all the way, alright?" I try and place my hand on his shoulder, but he just shrugs me off.

"Alright. Let's kill some time, then." Jakey said, pointing his Poké Ball at me. "We made great time today. We can have a one on one and still make it to Cherrygrove before it gets too dark."

I smile, (yeah, I know I said that already) and I take out a shrunken Poké Ball of mine from the breast pocket of my windbreaker. I tap the white button at the front of the ball so that it expands. By meeting his gaze I also meet his challenge. I don't want to make the kid think I'm bullying him, but whenever two trainers eyes meet like this, a battle just has to start.

"Alright, Jakey. C'mon!" I yell at him, like I we were throwing Lugia against Ho-oh when the Pokémon we actually have to hand aren't quiet as unbelievable.

"You come to me. Loser gives up his dinner." Jakey taunts me, trying to sound cool and cocky. He's not got a smile on his face, but I have the feeling that he's got one. He's got a smile underneath all that unnecessary aloofness of his.

"Okay, (you smarmy little punk) let's get it on!" I hurl my Pokéball into the air. "Cheerlette, take the stage!"

The Poké Ball opens to a flash of electric light pouring out and taking the shape of my cute little Pokémon. The light fades soon enough, and all that remains is the adorable Cheerlette, my Azurill. A little blue mouse head with two tiny feet sitting and bouncing on her bouncy round tail. If I come off sounding a little too adoring, it's because I just can't get enough of my little cuties going into the fray.

Jakey stared at my little Cheerlette, looking thoroughly unimpressed. "You didn't bring any of your heavy hitters this time?"

"You didn't like it when I did that last time." I really shouldn't've brought a Typhlosion to play-battle with a little kid.

Jakey brought his Poké Ball to his face and closed his eyes. Hoping for a win? He's too tense. This isn't a serious battle. Not unless he was serious about the loser missing out on dinner. Goodness, I hope he wasn't serious.

"Alright! Tooth! Go and get'em!" Like me for Cheerlette, Jakey sent out his Pokémon, his first and only Pokémon as of yet.

The Poké Ball did it's little light show, and soon enough my little Cheerlette stared down the long, scaly mug of Tooth, Jakey's Totodile.

I chuckle. "Jakey, I thought you were naming him Sebek. What happened to that?"

"You know what happened to that!" Jakey points at me accusingly. "I wanted to name him Sebek, but you already gave him that stupid nickname before I ever saw him!"

"Can't blame me if Tooth just doesn't respond to your naming sense." Tee hee hee~!

"Just shut up and let's do this!" Jakey was dead set on this battle. The way he get so serious is one of his cute points. He's got so many of them that it really isn't fair. "Tooth, use Scratch!"

I won't just stand and let my dinner be taken away. "Cheerlette, Body Slam him!"

"Wait what?" Jakey was surprised, but really he shouldn't be. After all Cheerlette's daddy was a Lapras.

And so, Cheerlette slammed Tooth with the full weight of her tiny body (which really shouldn't be as effective as it is) as the little blue croc scratched frantically at her face.

"No fair!" Jakey shouted.

"Complaining about my Pokémon's Poképedigree won't help you in battle, Jakey." I told him.

Jakey grumbled lowly, probably figuring that there was no point in wasting anymore time. "Let's just go! Tooth, use Water Gun!"

Hearing his trainer's call, Tooth scuttled back like a Yoshi in the air, jumping and kicking his feet all the while. My little Cheerlette followed after him. Tooth opened his mouth and spewed forth a spout of water hitting my cute Cheerlette in the face.

I'm a little impressed. "Oh, Jakey, you remembered that Azurills aren't Water-type."

"Azurill's type didn't matter. Tooth doesn't know very many moves." Said Jakey. "Tooth, Bite him!"

Tooth came in chomping at the bits to chomp down on Cheerlette's adorable tail. "Cheerlette, just keep your distance."

Cheerlette bounced around as fast as she could on her little ball tail. Her terrified squeaks will entertain my nightmares for the next few nights, I'm sure.

"Zu-Rill! Zuuuu-Rill!" Cheerlette wails, with tears in her eyes as she was chased around by a little blue bipedal croc as came for her with a snapping jaw.

"Yep. Nightmares." I watched in horror as my little girl scampered about. The sheer terror in her face mirrored my own.

And then, crunch. Tooth's teeth sank into Cheerlette's tail.

"Just keep on biting!" Jakey knows that Cheerlette is half Fairy-type. A move like Bite is not so terribly effective against her.

"Azu! Azuuu!" But she's crying her eyes out all the same... Agh! I can't do this anymore!

"Cheerlette, comeback to Daddy!" I held out Cheerlette's Poké Ball and waited for my little girl to return to me. Her body glowed alight with the same electric light as before. The light returned to the ball, and little Cheerlette disappeared from the jaws of Jakey's Tooth.

Proud, and ignorant of my grief, Jakey's Tooth danced in a scuttle to commemorate its victory over my little Cheerlette. "Totodie~! Totodie~!" It cheered.

"Return, Tooth." Jakey recalled Tooth just as I had my Cheerlette. Looking my way, he sighed and walked up to me. "When Pokémon are this little, it really just looks like they're babies at a play-fighting daycare or something." Jakey didn't sound like he was at all proud of his victory.

"Well, these two are still pretty fresh considering they just left my family's ranch yesterday. It's not like they're wild and used to fighting seriously yet." I told him.

"They're Pokémon. Fighting is what they're all about." He said.

I feel my smile weaken at that. "Jakey..., sometimes your just a bit too cool, don't you think?"

Jakey shrugged. He's not usually this despondent, really he's not. "C'mon. We better get going before nightfall. Try not to exert yourself too much. You're going to feel weak without eating dinner, and I'm not going to carry you."

I chuckled. "Oh, Jakey. You do care!" Get over here and give me a hug!

"I was serious about dinner. I'm taking your por—Hey! Get your hands off me you creep!" Jakey flailed, swing for me to leave him be as I hugged him from behind.

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Cameras flash, and questions abound, bouncing across the room, off the walls, and nothing could be made out from this mess of noise and light.

An executive looking woman in a conservative long skirt and blazer walked up to a podium at the far side of room where men in black suits and sunglasses kept the masses away. Trailing her were two curious persons.

One, a boy in theatrical clothes, a puffy blouse, a long flowing cape with a high collar, and an oval shaped masked covering the top portion of his face. His dark purple hair was parted to the left, and a confident smirk stretched across his face. The other was a similarly purple hair girl, though her shade of purple was more pastel. Her clothes were also much less grand, just a simple white hoodie with purple accents, and purple and white striped socks going up to her thighs. That hoodie of hers acts as a sort of skirt as well. Fingers crossed that she isn't wearing a skirt under there.

"Attention!" The serious woman shouted for all to hear. "Today, we formally enact the motion to separate the Pokémon Leagues of the regions of Kanto and Johto, and as such, the Johto region has selected it's own Elite Four from the best performing contestants of the past years' conferences, as well as its own Champion." The cameras flashed and the questions erupted a second time. "Ahem! Here on behalf of both leagues are Will of Kanto and Neptune of Johto. I will now hand the mic over to Neptune of the Johto Elite Four."

The conservative woman stepped aside as Neptune, the girl with the hoodie dress, took to the podium. "Yeah, sooo, I'm not really sure what to say here, but it's, like, totally great being up here and representing my kinsfolk-type people. I've been all across the Johto scene, and I know it like it was tattooed on the back of my right hand." Said Neptune, displaying the back of her left hand. "So I'm part of Johto's Elite Four, now I enjoy long walks on the beach while eating pudding, or should I have said ice cream popsicles? That would be easier to eat on the beach, what with the stick in the butt of them and all—" And that is as far as Neptune would get before having the mic in front of her ripped from the podium by the very serious woman from earlier who then handed it over to Will of Kanto's Elite Four.

The future of Johto looks bright, ladies and gentlemen. Or if not bright, it'll at least be interesting.

"Yes, well..." Kanto's Will didn't seem all that sure about how to follow up on Neptune's act. "A-As a proud member of Kanto's Pokémon League, my compatriots and I have stood as the final line of challenge for so many trainers from both our regions, and even some who have ventured far just to test themselves against us. While I am called elite, I am still a Pokémon Trainer, through and through, and as a Pokémon Trainer, it fills me with no shortage of pride to meet such awesome trainers as these who meet us in the stadium, and I'm sure Neptune and Johto's Elite Four will soon know exactly how I feel. We of Kanto will now leave Johto in capable hands."

"Aww, shucks! That's totally cool of you, Little Willy Guy!" Said Neptune, smacking the poor man in the small of his back.

"Please... Please don't call me that..." Kanto's Will did not seem to take to his new nickname, or getting smacked from behind.

Cameras flash and questions abound... Let's hear it for Johto's Elite Four, everyone.

Alright, that's about how the story will fare under me from now on. Let's hope for the best and pray the universe doesn't reject my little rewrite as reason enough to wipe me off the face of the Earth.

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