Well, looks like I'm doing this again…. Sorry I took so long, although there probably aren't many people who cared anyways. Any suggestions, give them to me in a review or PM. Thanks.

Disclaimer: Yup, I definitely own Pokémon. Not.

Soon enough, Bidoof and Riolu were walking down the beach silently.

Finally, Riolu spoke up. "So… What's your story?"

"Well, let's just say that my hometown was destroyed by a… creature, and my family and the rest of the pokémon in my town were killed."

"I see…"

So we're that much alike, thought Riolu.

"What's your story?" Bidoof asked curiously.

"Well, I'd like to not have to speak of it, so yeah…"

"OK? Well then, who was that bird pokémon that brought you here?"

"Uhh… well… nice weather we're having today, huh?" Riolu said, stuttering.

"Tell me!"

"Alright, Alright. He was an… old acquaintance of mine."

"Yup, now I really know who he is. Thanks, Riolu!" exclaimed Bidoof, sarcasm dripping off each word.

"Oh, shut up. I'll tell you whenever I feel like it. Anyways, soon enough I'll leave and you'll forget about me, so why even bother telling you?"

But Bidoof didn't seem to care, bombarding Riolu with question after question. Riolu's answers were all "Shut up," "It doesn't matter," or even attempts to change the topic, such as "So… how bout' that oil spill?" and things went on like this until Bidoof suddenly stopped.

By now, the two arguing pokémon had walked a far distance from where Bidoof had taken refuge for a few days. Once Bidoof finally stopped, Riolu gave a sigh in relief.

"Finally!" and then, under his breath, "That idiot stopped!"

Surprised that he hadn't been cursed at or hit, the riolu turned around. The sight that he saw immediately told him why the "Bi-doofus," as he so affectionately called him, hadn't retaliated.

"Holy Shi-"muttered Bidoof. Once he had lost his home, he thought that he was never going to be able to find another town to go and get supplies from. In fact, he actually thought that he would probably die out in the wilderness. The fact was, his old village was prosperous, as it was built on fertile land and had many natural resources available, but it was very far out from regular society.

But what he saw before him showed that he was wrong. In front of him, in a large clearing beyond to humongous trees, was a gigantic village filled with pokémon of all types.

And the weirdest thing was that it was not there a second ago. It had appeared as soon as he had walked a few feet from the entrance.

Yeah, I know this chapter was short and slow, but I have tests to study for this coming week, and I couldn't think of much else at the moment. Sorry this took so long, but I'll try to speed up the next chapter, as this story hasn't really started up yet. I'm thinking about adding a bit of romance to this story (not too much, as I suck at it), so there's a poll on my profile. Vote!

Remember, review, vote, and all that other good stuff, and I'll (hopefully) come out with the new chapter soon.