Moon let out a sigh, as she placed herself on her desk's chair. She hadn't been aware that they owned so much stuff. Sure moving to a new place was always tiring work and it's those times where one realized just how many little things one had accumulated over the years, but why in the name of the Xel'Naga did they own so many Pokédolls? Meowth alone had thirty of them to play with, half of which he hadn't even touched in years. Although honestly, the worst part out of everything had to be taking the closets apart and then stuffing every single part into the delivery truck. She could only imagine how much of a pain it would be to put it all back together later in Alola.

Speaking of Alola, Moon just remembered that there was still a call scheduled for today, one that would be going through Skype. With that in mind, she turned on her PC and readjusted the webcam, while it booted up. She noticed that the cable had accidentally come off. Moon figured it must have happened while she was moving her furniture around. After all, the house needed to be cleaned too, before the new owners settled in.

The familiar sound of the bootup process being complete returned Moon's attention to the desktop screen. It now showed a variety of programs she had installed on her computer, along with the standard pre-installed desktop background. She didn't have that particular computer for long, as such she had not bothered to fully customize the device to her personal preferences and needs, aside from the basics.

With a double click of her mouse, she ordered the machine to activate the software known as Skype and after a little bit of additional loading time, it was online, showing a rather lackluster list of contacts Moon had collected over the years. Only two of them were currently online, with one of them being noted as "absent". The second one called Moon on her account, probably as soon as she was noted for being "online" on their Skype-Tab.

"Professor Kukui" it read on Moon's desktop, the annoying phone call sound coming out of the speakers, from beside her monitor. Letting out a quiet sigh, she accepted the call. A separate window opened, revealing the caller on the other side. Professor Kukui for some reason didn't wear a shirt of any kind, which may be due to the fact that it was quite warm in Alola.

What he did wear was a lab coat, a silly looking cap with a sun symbol on it and safety glasses of all things. His skin was a healthy light brown, he had a little beard growing from his chin and his eye color was a slightly darker brown.

The picture however at first was a little unclear and askew.

"Hang on, now. Gimme just a sec…" The professor readjusted his own webcam with his right hand until the picture was clear. The professor then waved with his other hand at the camera.

"Hey there, good evening." he greeted Moon.

"Evening Prof." Moon greeted back, though with way less enthusiasm.

"Whoa there, you look a little down cousin. What's up?"

"Not much." Moon shrugged, placing her arms on her desk. "Just the stress of packing slowly getting to me. I swear if I ever move to a new place, I'll hire a company to do the packing."

"Haha." Kukui laughed. "You need to get some meat on those bones of yours! Look at you, you're almost a skeleton." He made a gesture with his hand.

"Tch, yeah, yeah, heard that one a million times already." She placed her elbow on the table and her head inside her hand. "Well, whatever." Moon took a pamphlet from her desk and held it in front of her webcam. "I informed myself a bit about Alola, its islands and the such. Is it true that Ninetails in Alola are ice type?"

Kukui nodded, grinning. "Yup. Pretty cool, huh? And it's not just ninetails! A lot of Pokémon have a different type here in Alola. The most common theory is that they adapted to Alola's climate and unique vegetation over the years."

"They adapted, huh…" Moon spoke thoughtfully. "It must have taken hundreds, if not thousands of years for them to evolve that way."

"That's usually how nature works," Kukui replied. "Well, except for the normal evolutions of course. They're another topic altogether."

Kukui leaned forward a little. "So, are you ready to meet some new Pokémon?" The professor held up a Pokéball and casually threw it into the air. There was a short flash of light and landing directly on the professor's lab came a Rockruff. Moon had read about this particular Pokémon species. Apparently, they were one of the most common species in Alola and were often held as pets by none-trainers.

The Pokémon looked at the camera for a couple of seconds, but soon enough lost interest and started sniffing around Kukui's desk. The tail was the only thing visible to Moon for a time, until the dog-like creature jumped on the professor's lap, looking up at the man expectantly.

"Hehe, Rockruff, can you wait until I'm done talking to play?" The professor asked his Pokémon. It in return barked seemingly in agreement and jumped off the lap.

"So, what do you think? Isn't Rockruff a cute little fella?"

In response, Moon let out yet another sigh. "Yeah, I guess. He looks...friendly," she said after a moment of hesitation.

"You guess? Oh, come on, what's that for an answer? I mean just look at him!" Professor Kukui looked around the ground, but couldn't find Rockruff anywhere.

The girl smiled a little. "Sorry, I guess I'm just tired from packing. And we're still not done for today!" she complained loudly, throwing her arms up. She returned them to the table and lazily placed her chin on them.

"I already told ya! You need some meat on those bones of yours!" Kukui replied, having given up on looking for his Pokémon. "Or you could just hire a moving company? Machamps are really useful for carrying heavy stuff around, what with them having four arms."

Moon flinched a little at the mention of the specific Pokémon.

"We...uh...tried that." She looked to the side. "They...uh...ended up breaking a lot of our stuff."

"Huh? Really?" Kukui asked surprised. "You did hire a legit company, right? And not someone who just evolved their Pokémon without some legit training."

"We hired Pokétransport," Moon told the Professor, who was even more confused.

"Pokétransport? But they're pretty well known on a global scale. We even have them here down in Alola and they helped me arrange my new lab a couple of years ago." he spoke thoughtfully. "I didn't have any kind of problem with them. Maybe you just had bad luck?"

"Bad luck, huh…" Moon still looked to the side.

"Hey, are you alright? Don't tell me they broke anything special." The Professor sounded concerned on the other end. When Moon looked up, she found the man looking concerned at her. Technically his camera, but one gets the gist.

"Nothing too special. But they broke a lot of our stuff, including Meowth's favorite bowl." The girl looked back up to her screen, a smile appearing on her face. "He threw quite the fit, let me tell you. I had to hold him back from scratching the human workers."

"Hehe, yeah. Snubbull gets snippy too if I take his bowl away and wash it." Kukui snickered. "Anyways, onto a brighter topic, you're gonna come to Alola to become an awesome Pokémon Trainer!"

The smile immediately disappeared from Moon's face and was replaced with worry. Kukui, of course, noticed this and asked Moon about the sudden mood change.

"Hey, what's wrong? Aren't you excited about becoming a trainer?"

Yet another sigh escaped Moon's lips. She mentally noted that she did that a lot today. "Let's just say, my track record with Pokémon is not the best." She explained.

"Not the best? You aren't scared of Pokémon, are you? I mean, you do have a Meowth." Kukui pointed out.

"No, it's not that." Moon shook her head, but then reconsidered the words she just said. "Well, not alone I guess. It's… hard to explain. The best way to describe it is that Pokémon simply does not like me."

"Now that's just ridiculous." Kukui proclaimed. "Maybe you're just too nervous around Pokémon and they notice it. Pokémon is smarter than most people realize. But they still act a lot on instinct and react accordingly, when they feel threatened. You just need to calm yourself down, when you're around them. I mean, you do get along with your Meowth, don't you?"

"That's just because I was there when he hatched from his egg. He's already used to me." Moon argued back.

Kukui grinned. "Ah, don't worry nothing. I'll be there with you when you get to meet your new Pokémon. Tell you what, when you're here, you can come over to my laboratory and meet my Pokémon here! They're all super friendly and used to new trainer since I help them out all the time."

Moon looked thoughtful for a moment, before looking back at Kukui. "I think I'd rather have you meet with me when I meet the new Pokémon. At least they won't be as strong as trained ones."

"Hmm? Sorry, I couldn't understand you there. Could you repeat the last part?"

"Just talking to myself," Moon said non-chantilly.

"If you say so. Anyways, since you're going to be a trainer, you'll need a Trainer Passport. Your mom already sent me a bunch of photos, but I haven't picked one yet. Since it's your passport we're talking about, you should decide which one is going to be on it."

Moon shrugged. "Alright, show 'em."

Kukui nodded. Moon could see his arm moving around, presumably moving his mouse around. There was a series of clicks until finally, a group of eight pictures in two four-rows appeared on Moon's screen. She immediately facepalmed.

"Oh ?! She sent you the ones, where I'm wearing that stupid hat?!" she exclaimed.

"What's wrong with hats?" Kukui asked genuinely surprised.

"Nothing! This one just looks stupid! I only wore it that one time because it was a birthday present and I didn't want to disappoint her!"

"Sheesh, aren't you overreacting just a little bit? I think it looks good." Kukui stated.

Moon pouted in return. "Typical boys. Have no sense of fashion whatsoever. Okay, give me a second. I'll just shoot you a new picture with my webcam."

"Er...alright." the professor shrugged.

Moon quickly opened a Skype-Menu and went to her webcam options. A few clicks later the device was ready to take her picture. She just made sure that her hair was alright and then brought up a smile, before taking the picture. Her face had been perfectly taking in. It showed her emerald green eyes, her small nose and luckily unlike her mother, her lips were not too big for her face. She did, however, get the red hair color from her mother, which she just led loosely hang around her shoulders. Of course, in the picture, one couldn't see the true length of her hair, just that it was red.

Satisfied, she sent the picture over to Kukui.

"Ten-four cousin. Hmm, hey I just noticed, but the skin color of your mom is way darker. Is that some kind of genetic quirk or do you come more after your father?" he asked genuinely curious.

"She didn't tell you?" Moon asked, tilting her head. "Delaila is not my mom. She's just my caretaker."

"Your caretaker?!" Kukui repeated, alarm bells going off inside his head.

"Yup," Moon replied as if she was talking about the weather. "My real mom and dad they… let's just say their jobs keep them quite busy. They tried to raise me, but it was too much in the end and they couldn't just abandon their jobs."

"Oh...I had no idea." Kukui looked sad. "I'm sorry." He looked down.

Moon sighed once again. Hopefully, this wouldn't turn out to be a thing. "Why does everyone keep acting like my mom and dad abandoned me? Or assumes they're dead? Urrgh, I'm not even gonna argue anymore."

Kukui definitely had not been expecting this kind of reaction and was silent for a couple of moments, long enough for Moon to get annoyed.

"Ahem, Professor?"

"Wha-?! Ah yes, right, right. I got your picture." The man quickly tried to find composure again. "Okay, the only thing missing is your full name. It was a three parter, right? Can you type it in, so I don't accidentally misspell it?"

"Sure thing." Moon opened the chat menu and typed in her name.

"Scarlet Moon Raynor?" Kukui read aloud. "Wow, now that's a combination!"

"I prefer it if people call me Moon."

"Really? Why?" Kukui asked.

"I don't like being called after a color and Raynor is more of a male name. So, Moon, it is. Though I wish I knew why my parents named me after a big, shiny rock."

"I think it's a good middle name. It gives you a mysterious vibe, ya know? Oh, wait! Scarlet Moon! Now that's a name that hits you like a Thunderbolt outta the sky! Woo!" It was obvious that the Professor was very enthused about the topic.

"Actually, not bad." Moon tapped with her finger on her chin. "It makes me sound like I leave a trail of blood from my fallen enemies behind."

"Whoa, whoa, let's not go that far!" The professor leaned back in his chair and held both of his hands up, clearly shocked about the statement the girl just made. "Sheesh, what kind of movies do they let you kids watch nowadays?"

"The kind of movies they don't notice us watching," she replied with a grin. "But seriously Professor, have you ever been on the internet?"

"Uff, you should really look out with where you go on the net. There's a reason us adults don't let you watch some stuff until you're older."

Moon gave the professor a deadpan expression. "When I was five, I accidentally ran into my parents having sex."

That caught the professor so much off guard that he fell off his chair. A very loud and surprised cry of "WHAT?!" could be heard from Moon's speakers. The girl in question grinned to herself for her accomplishment.

"See you soon, Professor."

Moon cut off the connection before the man could reply. She also deactivated Skype, so that he couldn't send her new messages or make another call. Her smile disappeared and was once again replaced with a frown. She stared at the screen for at least five minutes, until she heard a call from Delaila.

"Moon, sweetie! Can you help me with those boxes?"

"And back to work," Moon muttered to herself, turning around in her spinny chair and going off to help her caretaker.

XXX

In the evening, Moon and Delilah had successfully finished packing everything into the boxes. Tomorrow the truck would arrive and where they would stash their belongings. The driver then would come with them to the ferry and even tag along all the way to Alola, before returning to Kanto. It was even for a very cheap price. Apparently, that was Pokédelivery's way of saying: "Sorry that our Pokémon broke your stuff."

Moon sighed. Yep, it was definitely becoming a thing. She knew it, Delaila knew it, everyone in town knew it. The reason the Machamps fell into such a panicked state and ran rampage in their house was because of her. Because Pokémon had better senses, they could tell that there was something different about Moon.

Of course, the people and even her two caretakers were none the wiser about her true nature. The townspeople had a lot of different theories as to why Pokémon fell into a panicked state, as soon as Moon was around. From being cursed to being a monster, she heard it all. It didn't even bother her that much. Even before she arrived in Kanto, she had been called a monster behind her back. That was when she was still at her father's workplace.

Her caretaker Delaila? She was blind to the truth. For her, it was always the fault of the Trainer or the Pokémon. Sometimes even both.

Moon stuck the popsicle into her mouth before yet another sigh could escape it. It was her final day in town and she decided to spend it by going to the local store and buy herself some ice cream. Right now, she was just walking around town. Barely anyone was on the street since the sun had almost set on the horizon. The moon, reflecting the sun's light, was already visible to the naked eye. No doubt Delaila would be angry at Moon for being so late.

Said redhead just turned around another corner, when a certain voice suddenly got her attention.

"Hey, there she is!"

And another sigh. "Oh no…"

Turning around, she pretty much confirmed her suspicion. Yup, it was Tony and his merry band of friends, plus one more. Tony was in the same class as Sarah and pretty much an annoyance to everyone who wasn't an annoyance. Never doing his homework, always getting on the nerves of the girls and even get into the one or other fist fight. His friends came from other classes or other schools but were pretty much the same.

Tony was a brat who wore a blue cap, backward, a white shirt, black shorts and a pair of tennis shoes of all things. His friends, Moon never paid them too much attention. The plus one? He appeared to be a little older and had a few Pokéballs around his belt, though she didn't bother remembering his looks. They all looked the same to her anyway, after a while.

"That's her?" the trainer asked, a little confused.

"Yep, that's her! That's the girl who'll give you the "special challenge". Ain't that right, Moon?" Tony asked with a devious grin.

With a silent *pop*, Moon took out the popsicle, looking not very impressed. "Let's just get this shit over with."

"Wow, you sure are lucky," Tony told the still confused trainer. "Usually it takes a little more convincing for her to accept a challenge."

"A challenge. So, is this going to be a Pokémon Battle?" the trainer asked, trying to make sense of the situation.

"Something like that," Moon replied. She pushed the entire popsicle into her mouth and swooped it off the wooden stick in one go. The trainer looked a little bit impressed.

"And the only reason I'm even agreeing is so that you guys leave me alone. Now you, trainer, send out a Pokémon. Any Pokémon. I'll explain everything from there on out."

"Alright…" The trainer replied uneasily but picked up a ball from his belt nonetheless. With a push of the button, he extended the Pokéball and threw it into the air.

"Go Charizard!" He proclaimed and in a flash of light, the dragon-like Pokémon appeared in all its glory. It was a fine specimen, being bigger than most Charizard Moon had seen on TV. The fire-type in question looked around for a bit, possibly for an opponent. When it found none, it at first figured the opposite trainer had yet to send out a Pokémon, that is until its eyes fell on the girl on the opposite side of the street.

Moon threw her wooden stick away with a flicker of her fingers, her stony gaze not leaving the one of the Charizard. From reading some random Pokédex entries online, she knew that Charizards were proud creatures, always looking for a stronger opponent to fight. This could mean trouble for Moon if she wasn't careful.

"So, what's the challenge?" the trainer asked. Tony next to him chuckled.

"Just watch and see what happens." His friends all cackled in various intensity.

"Huh?" the trainer was even more confused than before.

Moon in the meantime had started approaching the Pokémon, which narrowed his or her eyes at Moon. The tail started to swing back and forth, making *whoosh* noises, due to the flame at the end of it. After being halfway there, the Charizard let out a warning growl, getting the attention of his or her trainer, who had been preoccupied with the kids up until this point.

"Huh? What's wrong Charizard?" the trainer asked, but Charizard paid no attention to him. The girl was only a couple of steps away, which was way too close for the Pokémon. It didn't give another warning. It straight up opened its mouth and shot out a torrent of flames. It attacked Moon with flamethrower. Tony and his friends cheered. The trainer screamed in surprise and shock.

The redhead, however, was too focused on the Pokémon, to notice the humans. She had seen the attack coming, the moment the Pokémon leaned back his or her neck to breathe in. As such she had no problem jumping sideways, doing a flip in the air and landing no problem on the ground again. The attack missed her completely and instead hit the asphalt.

"What the heck are you doing Charizard?!" the trainer shouted but was ignored. The Pokémon shot out another flamethrower attack, which was just as easily dodged by the girl, who jumped out of the way to the other side. The air was flickering from where the flamethrower went off.

"Come back!" Not wanting to risk an accident to happen, the trainer called back his Pokémon. "What just happened?!" the trainer exclaimed, looking over to the group of kids, who appeared to be disappointed that the show was already over. Moon dusted her pants off and approached the trainer.

"I think it is fairly obvious what happened."

"What?!" The trainer appeared to be angry. "What did you do to provoke my Charizard?!"

"I didn't do anything," Moon replied coolly, eyeing the trainer from the side. "Pokémon simply can't stand me."

"Huh?! What's that supposed to mean?"

"Hehe, yeah! Pokémon can see how ugly you really are!" Tony taunted. "They hate you so much, they either run away or want to get rid of you for good!"

Moon ignored his childish taunts. It was really getting late and she had a long day ahead of her.

"Hey, where are you going?" The trainer shouted, but Moon ignored him as well. "I want answers! Hey, stop! That's my Pokéball!"

At those words, Moon turned, just in time to see another Pokémon to appear. This one turned out to be a Salamence. Moon had to give the trainer one thing, he had pretty impressive Pokémon. Which didn't work to her advantage.

As soon as the dragon laid its eyes on her, they narrowed. Luckily for the redhead, her reflexes were literally superhuman or else she would have ended up with a sliced throat. This way she only lost a few strands of hair, during her backflip.

"Salamence! What the heck?!"

"Woohoo! Rip her apart!" One of Tony's friends shouted.

However, the trainer placed himself between the Pokémon and the human. "What the heck is wrong with you?! Why are you attacking her?"

The Salamence blinked a couple of times, looking at Moon and then at his or her trainer. He or she looked a little confused, indicated by the tilting of his head. It let out a low, non-threatening growl.

"Hey! I'm talking to you, mister! You're going to that girl now and apologize!"

The Salamence growled a little louder, showing defiance.

"What do you mean, no?! You just attacked an innocent girl!"

The Salamence looked over the shoulder of his trainer and at the girl. It downright snarled at Moon, who in return didn't look too impressed.

"Salamence! Alright, that's it, back into your Pokéball!" The trainer raised his ball and a red stream of energy escaped it. It surrounded the Dragon-Pokémon and sucked it back into the ball.

"What the heck?" The trainer muttered, looking at his Pokéball. He immediately turned around, only to see the girl disappearing around the corner of the street. Turning around once again, he found the group of kids evilly grinning at him. He didn't know what was going on, but he would definitely find out.