(Author's Notes)

Welcome to an all new story! This time, it's about Pokemon ORAS~ So, as you've probably guessed, this story is based on the new games, and as such will follow the major events of ORAS. That said, I will most certainly be making changes to spice up the story. With the characters, I'm trying to keep most of them (aside from May) GENERALLY in character, however, I'm certainly making changes so they'll fit my interpretation of the story better. :)

And fair warning - this is a reverse harem style fic, with the main guys being Steven, Brendan (Who's name I decided not to change to Orlando for nostalgia's sake), Wally, and Wallace. This story will be silly at times, but it will also have some very dark themes. I hope you will enjoy!

Oh! And if you were wondering, May's "normal" outfit in this story, is her contest outfit. As for ages, Brendan, May, and Wally are all in their late teens whilst Steven and Wallace are early twenties~

"So, Wallace, after having such a huge success with your recent album, you're finally taking someone under your wing, hmm?" The interviewer mused, a bright smile placed on her red lips as she motioned enthusiastically with her hands. The sharply dressed, teal haired man seated across from her chuckled lightly.

"Ah, but of course!" He chirped happily, fingering the edge of his bright scarf.

"But why choose someone so… strange?" The women pressed, looking suddenly dubious.

"Strange, you say? But, I heard you, just a few moments ago, listening to her new song, Helen." Wallace quipped happily, giving the camera a little wink.

"A-ahh… well, it is catchy. But still! She doesn't include any pokemon in her videos, or even in the music itself. And the lyrics, well…!" The interviewer complained, her dark brows knitted together. Wallace sighed.

"Yes, it is true that my little protege lacks a fondness for the one thing we all hold dear in this region, and across the world - Pokemon. But, trust me when I say this, May's will be the one name none of you will forget when this is all over!" He said enthusiastically, a suddenly sly look crossing over his face for a moment.

"And such strong words from such a high spirited man!" Helen exclaimed excitedly with a little laugh.

"Now, moving on… our sources say she may be moving-"

The screen then cut suddenly to black, and a confused middle aged woman was left blinking idly in her chair.

"Why do you even watch this junk, Mom?" The teenager across from her questioned, as he set down the remote and returned to his dinner. His Mother sighed heavily and stood to bring her empty plate to the sink.

"That girl is supposed to be our new neighbor, y'know, Brendan! Maybe she'll even bring Wallace over sometime…" She related wistfully, as she rinsed her plate. Brendan rolled his grey eyes.

"I really don't care." He grumped as he stuffed a bite into his mouth, a glare pressed to his features. His Mother suddenly shot him a knowing smile.

"She's a real beauty, they say! You should go over and say hello tomorrow." She pressed.

"I care even less!" Brendan shouted angrily, though the slight hint of red on his tanned cheeks was not lost on the older woman.

"Besides… she doesn't even like Pokemon! What kind of weirdo is she?" He grumbled further as he finished his dinner and brought his own plate to the kitchen.

"Yes, it certainly is strange… I wonder what kind of person she is?"

"Ack, don't forget there's a girl back here!" May shouted from the confines of the dark trailer, rubbing at her bruised leg. Right about now, she was most certainly regretting her decision to ride in the back of the moving van with her boxes, the reason having been to save cash on arranging another ride for herself. She sighed, looking around blearily at the piles of brown cardboard boxes piled high, a thick blanket of darkness settled over her vision. This certainly was a depressing start to her new life, she decided. However, she quickly shook her head, determined not to doubt herself. This was the path she chose after all, no going back!

Luckily, the ride to Littleroot town was relatively short lived, and within an hours time, the two burly men who had previously occupied the truck's cab unlatched the door and threw it open. Light usurped her vision, and May was left to squint as she jumped to her feet and hopped out of the trailer. She could see the dissatisfied stares she was receiving from not only the townspeople who milled about, but the two movers as well. Those two chumps had been giving her confused glances all day, and she knew it was probably her clothes that threw them off. May and the word "pink" had become synonymous amongst the few people who knew her, and currently she was wearing her super gaudy pink mini-skirt outfit, along with a crop top sporting a huge bow. Hair adornments were not something she'd ever forget, and her bright pink heels and heavy make-up left people staring. However strange they thought her though, not a one of them could deny that this cheeky girl was the queen of cute.

"Jeez, have these people never seen a cute girl before!?" May grumbled, before raising an eyebrow at her two movers.

"Well? I paid you to bring the stuff in, right?" She asked pointedly with a charming smile, as she jabbed a finger at the rather plain looking house in front of them. They exchanged glances before hurriedly gathering the small amount of boxes as she unlocked the front door. They deposited them just inside the entrance and hurriedly made their exit. Normally, they would have left the box-arranging and furniture unpacking to a couple of Machokes, but this girl had requested no Pokemon be involved in the move. But, of course, she only received a discounted rate, rather than the help of her movers. Once the truck had departed, May was left alone on her front porch. She stared determinedly at the entryway and threw a fist up into the air.

"Adventure in Littleroot town START!" She shouted as a battle cry, before marching inside and slamming the door shut behind her.

Unbeknownst to the girl, an old women across the street sighed and shook her head fervently.

"Hmm…" The tall man mumbled as he sat in his office, one leg continuously shoving off his cluttered desk to keep the wheeled office chair in constant motion. He brushed a few strands of silver hair from his face as the music flowed into his ears from the headphones placed around his head. His friend, the ever infamous singer and gym leader, Wallace, had recently sent him a new CD, insisting that he listen to it immediately. As per usual, the man's insistence was not accompanied by much of an explanation, and Steven thought these things more of a chore than anything else. Still, he could not dismiss the eagerness and excitement of his friend. This, of course, had led to Steven pulling out his headset and gearing up to hear the new album, and he sighed as he listened to the single that the CD contained. Suddenly, though, Steven's eyes widened slightly.

"… A girl?" He wondered aloud, now listening closer. Sure enough, the singer was indeed a girl with a very cute voice. He had expected Wallace to be the singer as usual, after all the man had never sent him any other music before. A sudden curiosity flickered in Steven's grey eyes, and he sat up a little straighter as the voice pulsed into his consciousness. Something about this voice… he knew something was strange about this person. Digging through his desk drawer, he found the album cover and turned it over to the backside. Sure enough, there was a photo of a girl dressed in pink from head to toe, winking at the camera with a rather girly pose.

"Sweet Devil, huh?" He read the song title. Somehow, he found himself feeling a bit excited.

Wally took in a deep, shaky breath as he stood outside his parent's bedroom. He fidgeted with the hem of his jacket for a few moments, before finally placing his pale hand on the doorknob. He slowly turned it over, opening it just enough to gain a view of the inside. His Mother sat peacefully on the bed, tying her shoelaces.

"M-mom?" He called quietly. The woman looked up.

"Oh! Wally, what is it?" She asked, motioning him inside. Wally took a deep breath and walked quietly into the room. His Mother gave him a beseeching look, but the teen hesitated. He knew his next words would not please his parents, but he also knew that things could not stay the way they were. He had to change something, in order to find his own place in this world.

"I… I have a request!" He said, his voice unusually high.

"Yes, what is it, dear?" She asked, looking more than a little concerned.

"I want permission to catch a Pokemon." He said, his voice quivering, though he looked determined. His Mother was momentarily shocked, her eyes widened and her lips parted slightly, but then her gaze softened.

"Sweetie, I know you want to have some sort of adventure, but you know that isn't good for your health. I don't think it's a good idea." She explained as she ruffled his green hair, but her son's brows only furrowed. He found her tone condescending, and it frustrated him.

"Mom, you don't understand, I have to do this." He said sternly, his courage welling up into his words as he spoke. The woman could see the desperation in her son's eyes, and it made her heart ache for him. But, that wouldn't stop her from worrying. Wally had always had fragile health, and something like this…

"We'll have to talk to your Father about it…" She mumbled quietly, but the wide, bright grin that spread across Wally's face brought tears to her eyes.

Brendan sighed and rolled over, pulling the blankets closer to him. He knew he needed to get to sleep, but somehow he found himself unable. He stared at the dark ceiling in silence, his thoughts running over to tomorrow.

"Let's see… tomorrow I have to help Dad out with catching pokemon… ugh… it should be fun though-" His thoughts were abruptly interrupted, however, by a loud crashing sound coming from his window. Shocked, he blinked and remained still. What was that? But in a few moments, the same jarring sound clattered through the room. Confused, the brunette slid of bed and cautiously approached the window. To his astonishment, an unfamiliar girl was standing down below in his front yard, a pile of rocks at her feet. Her bright pink clothes contrasted greatly with the dark evening sky, and she wore the strangest expression. Her eyes were big and bright, while her pinks lips were pressed into a sort of half-smirk-half-smile. Confused, he opened the window and stuck out his head.

"Hello there, neighbor!" She called, waving vigorously.

"Who the hell are you?" He responded with grumpily. She smiled wildly, and made some sort of hand gesture that he guessed was supposed to cute.

"I'm May, you're super cute new neighbor! And you need to come down here right now!" She yelled, completely disregarding the fact that she might wake someone up. He sighed exaggeratedly.

"Look, I'm not interested. Besides, I have to get up early tomorrow." He reasoned, as he withdrew from the window. What an annoying chick.

"I honestly don't care, you're coming over to help me!" She shouted back, her perfect smile still in place as she winked at him. Then she reared back and tossed another rock at his window, however since it was open this time, the rock wizzed right passed his head and collided noisily with the pokedoll on his desk.

"Are you crazy?!" He yelped. She nodded happily.

"Absolutely, now get down here!"

Brendan growled under his breath and hurriedly threw on a shirt from his dresser, before quietly making his way downstairs. He slipped out of the house, and met her in the yard. She stared at him with wide eyes that glittered in the darkness.

"Wooow, you actually came!" She exclaimed excitedly, he only glowered at her.

"Anyways, you're strong, right? I need some help getting my boxes upstairs to my room." May explained. Brendan arched an eyebrow.

"What? Why didn't the movers do that? Or your Dad?"

"Well, obviously, they didn't, silly, so I need you!" She said, before grabbing him by the wrist and marching off down the road. She led the teen into her house, and he was relieved to see that her boxes were few in number.

Her house was really bare, even for having just moved in, he noted. There weren't any couches or chairs, even. What kind of family did she have, if they didn't have any furniture, and couldn't even help her get her boxes upstairs?

She motioned to a small pile of three large boxes at the foot of her stairs.

"Those three go up, it's the second door on the right." She told him, and resigning himself to his fate, he lifted the first box and headed upstairs. There was only one other bedroom upstairs, aside from her own, but strangely when he passed by it, the room appeared to be completely empty and no one was sleeping inside. As he set the box down, he turned to her as she sat on the mattress in the corner, which oddly had no bed frame nor blankets.

"… Where are your parents?" He asked. A smirk crawled across her lips at his question.

"Oooh, curious about me already, eh?" She chirped. He could feel the heat rush to his face.

"N-no… I'm just-" She giggled at his attempted excuse.

"Well, they won't be living here with me."

"You live alone?"

"Yeah!" She said, smiling. "Anyways… the boxes?

"Uh, right."

After he had brought the last box upstairs, the teen met her in the living room. She was sitting on a particularly tall box playing with her Pokenav, but she quickly hopped down and set it aside when she saw Brendan. She smiled warmly and grabbed his hands in hers. She looked almost angelic as she watched him.

"That's it! Really, thank you for helping me!" She said. That smile… was kind of nice, he thought fuzzily as he stared down at her bright eyes.

"Well… I guess I'll go, then. Goodnight." He said awkwardly as he headed for the door. She followed him, but stopped him before he left her porch.

"So, I owe you a favor now. But…" She began, and he looked at her curiously. Suddenly, her expression turned sour. "If you ask me for a kiss or something, I'm going to kick you to my heart's content! I saw you blushing earlier when I thanked you." She explained flatly, and Brendan could only stare at her in in shock, his face turning beet red yet again. Then she smiled.

"Goodnight!" She sung, before slamming the door in the poor teen's face.

"What the hell is wrong with that girl?!" He shouted into the night, before angrily stomping back to his own house.

"Are they ready?" A decidedly burly man asked stiffly, his eyes narrowed as he stared down at his desk with clenched fists.

"Yes, sir! The grunts have been deployed. The Devon Parts will be ours in the next few days." A woman responded with, a hand placed on her hip as her long dark hair tickled her back. The man neglected to respond for several moments, and the woman was left to bite her lip with apprehension. They could both feel the storm brewing, and it left an unsettling feeling in their bones.

"You know, Shelly... we have to be successful. No one can get in our way." He stated, and the wild look in his dark eyes made the woman's heart jump unsteadily. Shelly knew, in that moment, that she would follow this man into the very pits of hell, if only he asked her. She averted her gaze with narrowed eyes.

"Of course."