Chapter 1: the ralts and its boy

Nobody knows how long the ralts had been following the boy. All James knew was that everyday, this little Ralts would meet him at the beginning of Route 432. And it would just stare at him until he gave it some food from his lunch. Then the little Ralts would follow James until James turned from the route to head home.

James named this Ralts Jim, And sometimes he would stay on the route a little longer and play with Jim.
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"Hey James!" Tweed Yelled At James. Tweed was a bully and James hated him with a burning passion. They were standing in the lunch line, and Tweed was two people ahead of James. "Hey James, Gimme' Your lunch money!"

"What!" James replied. "Why?"

"Cause' i said so!"

"No, im not gonna' give you my lunch money!" James said with a disgusted face.

Tweed Set his tray down hard. "What did you say? I dident hear ya'!"

"I said im not gonna give you my lunch money!"

The cafeteria suddenly went silent. Everyones eyes shot toward them.

Tweed was getting mad. He walked up to James and took him by the shirt collar. Balling his hand into a fist he repeated, "I said, Gimme' your lunch money!"

James let out a huge Gulp.
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Jim was watching the whole thing unfold from the window. The little Ralts felt as if it had a connection with james. Jim would sit around for hours watching james. Seeing Tweed use fear to control him. Wondering if James would do anything about Tweeds constant Bullying. But Ralts knew that it would have to help james now. If he dident, james would end up hurt, or even dead. Ralts leaned closer to the window.
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Tweed threw the first punch. Sending James flying toward the floor in the middle of a circle of people. James nose was bleeding. He wiped the blood off of his face. James Stood up to face his bully. Tweed suddenly charged at James.

Then a strange thin happened.

Time seemed to slow down. James then heard a small voice inside his head. "duck," it said.

James ducked out of the way of Tweed punch.

For a second, Tweed stood there in shock. Then he lunged at james again.


Just when the punch was about to land on Jame's face, Tweed stopped. It was like Tweed had been put on pause. Then Tweed fell to the floor screaming and writhing around.

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Ralts had used confusion on Tweed. Suddenly he lost his footing and feel through the window. Everyone looked away from the fight for a brief second. "Hey, he has a pokemon," someone in the crowd yelled.

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When Ralts crashed through the window, Tweed suddenly stopped screaming. Tweed looked at ralts, and then back at James.

"So Twerp, Your holden' out on me. Well, i have a pokemon to!" Tweed reaches into his pocket and pulls out a shiny red and white pokeball. "Go, Pichu!" Tweed yelled.

A burst of red energy shoots out of the pokeball, Pichu comes out. A spark of electricity runs across its cheek.

"I challenge you to a pokemon battle." Tweed said to James.

"But...." James muttered as he looked at Jim. "Fine!" "Jim, lets have a battle!"

"Ralts!" The little Ralts replied with a look of determination on its face. Jim Enters the circle of people and takes its place in front of James. "Ralts!"

"Pichu! Thunderbolt!" Pichu Starts storing electricity inside its Cheeks and then, in a flash of blinding light it lets out a burst of electricity.

"Ralts, Dodge and use Confusion!"

Ralts avoids the beam and Then lets out a faintly purple wave of energy.

It hits pichu.

Pichu lets out a howl of pain and falls to the floor. And then, after a few seconds, It stops moving. It turns to red energy and returns to its pokeball.

Tweed just stands there in shock, like a deer caught in headlights. Then Tweed picks up the pokeball, turns and runs out of the caff crying.

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It was well into the evening when James got home. Ralts had followed him around all day after the fight and had refused to leave James side.
When he entered the house his mother was sitting at the table looking at the news.

"Mother, im home!"

Jame's mother comes into the hall. "what took you so.....Oh, you brought a friend home."

"Mother, he just followed me home. I dont know what to do with him?"

"Well..." His mother exits the room and then re-enters holding a pokeball. "Why dont you keep him!" His mother tosses the pokeball into James hand. James smiles and turns to Ralts.

"Jim, What do ya say? Want to be my pokemon?"

Ralts!" Ralts Says cheerfully.

They embrace.

And thus starts the adventures of a Ralts and his boy.