A/N: This fic started of as a Secret Santa event gift for the username Pirra at deviantArt. I got excited with the idea though and decided to make it a little longer.

So uhm... yeah. I hope you like this fic. Please keep in mind that I haven't played Pokemon BW2, so I'm improvising most of the time. :'D

1.

"The only way to have a friend is to be one."
~Ralph Waldo Emerson

So... this is Aspertia City.
A lone figure stood by the gateway to Route 119, looking around in wonder. His brown eyes were curious but also held a dark shadow to them, a shadow indicating that he wasn't just any rookie trainer with a team of six patrats. No – he was experienced and had seen much during his life. So much that sometimes he would feel the pain of some of the memories drag him within the depths of Distortion World. His clothes consisted a blue hoodie with a long collar, a black, white and red cap with the oh-so-common pokeball print on the front of it, a pair of simple black trousers and nice and comfy running shoes.

A small squeal was heard as the larvesta on the trainer's shoulder moved a little in order to get a better view. The trainer smiled at the creature, petting it absentmindedly while feeding on the sight of the city as well. He had heard much about this place, but it had taken him two years to finally gather his courage and pay the place a visit. The reason why he hadn't traveled there earlier was simple: despite the fact that he had never been there before, there were too many memories in that place. After all, two of his good past friends now lived there.

It wasn't like he hated his friends or anything. He was just afraid of meeting them. Meeting them after having just disappeared from their lives to travel around the region. He was sure that they would both be furious at him if they ever saw him lingering around the place right after they had given up on their wishes to ever see their friend again. The trainer could almost imagine the screams of both joy and anger and he shivered at the thought. It would be better to just keep a low profile and stay out of their sight. That wouldn't be too hard in a big city like this now, wouldn't it?
"I'm free! Route 119, here I come!"

That happy voice snapped the trainer out of his thoughts and he turned to gaze at a cheerful-looking young boy who was running towards him. The boy looked incredibly much like the trainer: he had brown eyes too, as well as messy brown hair that was sticking out from the top of his cap. His clothing was way more tidy than the trainer's though. The sight couldn't be mistaken: the boy had to be a newborn trainer.

Before either one of the guys could think enough to move out of the other's way, the messy-haired boy bumped into the older guy and made them both fall over on the tiled street. For a moment the two just stared at each other straight in the eyes, surprised at how similar they looked. Were they both just looking into a mirror? It sure felt like they had been.

The larvesta that had been on the older trainer's shoulder now hissed in discomfort and glared at the rookie furiously. Muttering apologies the messy-haired brunette stood up and offered his hand to the older guy in order to help him up as well. The guy took the hand silently and stood up as well.
"Sorry about that", the rookie laughed out nervously. "I was so excited that I didn't notice you, sir."
"No need to be so formal", the older guy laughed back and rubbed the back of his head. It was now aching a little. "Makes me feel like I'm some grumpy grandpa."
"Haha..."

There was an awkward silence as the older guy bent over to pick up the cap that had fallen off his head. The larvesta on the trainer's shoulder was still shooting angry glares at the rookie, but was slowly starting to calm down. The younger boy looked at the pokemon with great curiosity and patiently waited for the other brunette to put his cap back on before asking:
"Is that your pokemon?"
"One of them", came the reply. The older trainer smiled a little. "I've got others as well."

A grin rose to decorate the rookie's lips.
"Oh, you're a trainer too?" he asked before taking a pokeball from his pocket. "Battle me!"
The older boy lifted his eyebrow in amuse at the request. He smirked faintly.
"...you sure you want that?" he asked to confirm and the other snorted.
"Well duh. We already made eye contact and all. I think we should go with the protocol. And I need to train my tepig anyways."
The older trainer sighed quietly but decided to fulfill the boy's request nevertheless. He shrugged.
"Fine then. Just don't tell me I didn't warn you."

The two brunettes gained a couple curious glances from the people passing by as the messy-haired boy let his pokemon out of its pokeball. The tepig seemed more than excited to get to battle and it skipped around, stomping its little feet in impatience. The older trainer reached his bag for a pokeball as well, releasing his most treasured pokemon. His very starter.
"Come on out, Serperior."
The faint green, enormous red-eyed snake faced the tiny tepig fearlessly with a smug expression on its slender face. This was its challenger? The serperior was slightly disappointed at his opponent, but faced the fire-type nevertheless with a bit of reluctance.

The messy-haired rookie gulped at the sight of the final form, causing the older trainer to smirk.
"You might have the type advantage", the guy chuckled. "But I'll be easy on you. After all, you weren't expecting this, were you?"
The other's attitude annoyed the rookie a little, causing him to flinch and grit his teeth. He grinned back at the other male with determination in his chocolate eyes.
"No need to do that", he announced. "Me and tepig will do just fine. Right, mate?"
The little piggy let out an excited sound and puffed some smoke out of its nose, telling his trainer that he was ready.

Even more curious people started appearing all around the two trainers. The brunettes both stared at each other as if to read each others minds. Their pokemon did the same. Just then, the older guy smirked and commanded his serperior:
"Use Calm Mind."
The giant snake did as told, closing its eyes and concentrating deeply. This didn't seem like anything too dangerous to the rookie, so he decided to let his partner attack.
"Tepig", he called out. "Tackle!"
The little piggy dashed towards its opponent with quite a notable speed, crashing against the serperior's body with its own. The snake didn't seem to mind the tepig trying to tackle him, just stood there, doing just what his trainer had told him to do: calming his mind.

This went on for a while. The older trainer told the serperior to use Calm Mind for a couple times while the tepig kept on attacking the snake. The rookie trainer was starting to get worried by the other brunette's actions and bit his lip, telling his tepig to stop.
"There's something wrong..."
The older trainer grinned.
"What's the matter?" he asked with a mildly mocking tone. "Getting scared?"
"Not an option", the messy-haired boy lied. "I just can't see any sense in a one-sided fight."
"You'll see the point of this soon enough", the older trainer replied and chuckled. "Serperior. Leaf Tornado."

With a one whip of its tail, the grass type summoned a big whirlwind for its assistance. The wind was carrying lots of razor-edged leaves and as the miniature storm hit the tepig, the leaves hit it and cut small wounds all around its body. Due to the small size of the fire-type, the poor piggy went flying against one of the walls of the nearby buildings. I let out a small, weak sound before falling on the ground, unable to stand up.
"Tepig!"

The rookie rushed to his injured companion, lifting him up on his arms. His brown eyes roamed around the pig's body checking the level of injuries. The wounds were small, and the bruises didn't look so bad. It was like the older trainer had said – the older guy had went easy on them. The rookie sighed and turned around, searching his pocket for his wallet but the other brunette gestured with his hand that there was no need to.
"...but the policies-", the messy-haired boy started but he silenced as the older guy smiled at him.
"Forget it. Save your money. You'll need it, believe me", he said returning his serperior to its pokeball. He walked to the other boy and offered him his hand. "Just a friendly advice. Never forget the stat-moves. They'll help you a lot."

Surprised by how kind the older guy was, the rookie blushed a little. He took the other brunette's hand, shaking it uncertainly.
"Thanks... I'm Kyohei."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Touya."
The two trainers smiled at each other in a slightly tense fashion. There was a short silence when Kyohei returned his tepig to its pokeball and hid the pokeball in his pocket.
"You're really strong. You must have trained for a long time", the messy-haired boy sighed, scratching the back of his head. He was still blushing a little. Perhaps it was the embarrassment of being beaten so easily that caused that.

Touya smirked and patted the boy's shoulder. He had just came up with the nicest idea.
"Maybe I could be of use to you. I could teach you a couple tricks. Be your mentor", he suggested. He wouldn't mind having some human company after having been alone with pokemon for such a long time. And since he was too afraid to meet up with his old friends, he figured he might as well make some new ones. Kyohei's face brightened when he heard the suggestion and he blinked in surprise.
"R-really? You mean it?" he gasped. The older trainer nod, causing the other to let out a cheerful "woo". "That would be awesome! Thank you!"
"No problem", Touya laughed out. "Right now you should get to a Pokemon Center though. I did go easy on your tepig but he's still fainted, so you really should make sure he's okay."
"Right", the messy-haired boy stated and walked past his new friend, then turning to him with a smile. "Come on, sensei! I wanna show you around!"