A/N: BTW, I was running out of space in the summery and I put the names that I couldn't list in there. I also based the guards' uniforms off of Civil War uniforms.

Vermillion City, May 27, 1874

"May, are you ready?" Ash whispered through the deep blue curtain.

"As I'll ever be. Are you?" She whispered back, scuffling her bare feet.

"Yeah, the Pokémon are in position and Brock and I are ready to add the effects on cue. There's a man dressed as a cacturne ~don't ask~ who's wondering if his cookies are worthy for his grandma. Like I said, don't ask. A woman, who's wondering if her daughter who died in a carriage crash is okay, and a young man with green hair, who's asking about his father."

"Okay this shouldn't be too hard. Tell them I'm ready."

Stepping back, she waited for Ash to announce her as Madame Maybella the channeling, fortunetelling, palm-reading Gypsy of the caravan.

She's not particularly proud of her profession but it keeps her and Ash off the streets or from doing… worse. And it helps people reach conclusions about their loved ones, puts their mind at ease.

They need all the money they can since Brock's going to be leaving them soon. Caroline, May's mother, died thus ended his vow to them. He needs to go back to his family and Ash and May understand that.

One last stop in Vermillion City and Brock will be going to Pewter while the two teens will be headed to Lavender Town.

"And introducing Madame Maybella!" Ash's holler rang through their dingy little caravan.

Sucking in a deep breath May threw back the curtain, marched through with some added confidence and examined the people before her in a quick glance.

The man who was indeed dressed as a cacturne had long wavy purple hair, and bluish green eyes shadowed by his hat, which was green and cacturne-like. He also had a green cacturne-like, jacket, and pants. All around he looked like the Scarecrow Pokémon. May remembered him. He owned the Bake Shoppe. His cookies needed less cinnamon.

The woman had long, white hair with a ton of volume in it. She was young looking, around her mid-twenties to thirties, and had black eyes. Her dress was yellow, had a bow on the shoulder, cinched at the waist, and flowed down to the floor.

The man with the green hair. Boy, was his hair green. It reminded May of grass in a park where it's nicely watered and had lots of sunshine on a pretty spring day back in Petalburg. Hair aside, he was dressed simply, in a button up white shirt and black wool pants, but you could see that he was rich from the quality of the clothing.

Smoothing down the loose red blouse and colorful floor-length skirt she was wearing she cleared her throat to quietly announce her presence.

The visitors looked to her as she gestured, bangles jingling, for them to sit down at the table covered with a dark cloth with metallic stars and crescent moons on it. Striking a match and lighting a candle infused with thyme, rosemary, and sandalwood to add to the ambiance, she ordered everyone to link hands.

The man with the green hair, who was now seated at her right, scoffed and smirked. He was looking amused for someone who contacted her for a séance for his father. Slightly narrowing her eyes at him she hummed then closed them, a cue for Ash to lower the lights.

The lighting dimmed she intoned: "Oh spirits visit the living you have left behind. Ohhhh." She slipped her foot under her chair to ring the bell hanging there. She has done this so many times it was second nature now.

"The bell. The spirits are here." She whispered. Swaying a bit she spoke again. "I see… I see… an old woman who smells of fresh baked pastries."

"That's my Maman!" The purple haired man cried. "She always smelled of cinnamon and vanilla. Ask her. Ask her if my cookies are up to her criteria."

"She says you are doing fine. She also says to add less cinnamon."

The cacturn man sputtered. "But-but it's our secret ingredient!" His hands -still connected to the woman and green haired man- flew to his mouth, jerking both of them toward him earning cries of surprise. "Oh! I didn't mean to say that! Ignore what I said!"

Blue eyes opened, May said, a little irritated, "May we continue?" And closed her eyes again.

"A little girl full of life is approaching me."

The woman gasped. "Is it my little Isabelle?"

"Yes she says her name is Isabelle. She says she's very happy with her grandmother."

"But Grandma is still alive," The woman said, silent tears tracking down her face.

"I meant grandfather. The spirits tend to not be clear."

"Oh, I was so worried she was lonely. I'm so glad she's okay." She ignored the slip up. But the grass haired man chuckled like all this amused him and he can't believe why he's here.

Eyes opened again she leveled a stare at his emerald gaze. "It might not work for non-believers."

He smirked. "I believe something alright." He paused. "I believe you are screwing innocent people out of their money!"

Red alert. Red alert.

May took her foot and rang the bell again. She threw her hands up in the air. "Great. Now look at what you did. You scared the spirits away. That bell signifies that they are out of contact." She turned to the other two. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but you may leave."

Shocked at the drama they left the caravan. But the grass head did not.

Looking at him she snapped, "What?"

"I want you to stop selling people crap about seeing dead people. You can't speak to the dead! You conned my mother into believing my father is still alive when she needs to accept he's not coming back."

"And your mother is…?"

"Dianna Hayden. Drew Hayden from LaRousse in Hoenn."

Dianna Hayden. She was a sweet woman with a motherly aura around her who wanted to know if her husband was dead. May said that it was unclear and couldn't know for sure.

"And you followed me all the way to Vermillion to tell me to stop."

He flicked his hair with the tips of two fingers. "Please. I came here on business. You better hope that next time I see you, you won't be doing this stunt again." And he stormed out of the caravan.

May exhaled and slumped back in the chair.

Celadon City, May 27, 1874

Run! Run! Run!

A young girl with brown hair streaking behind her was running for a safe place to hide. Normally so careful with pickpocketing she was caught this time just because she went after some guard. She got cocky. Fine. She thought that hey, just because she has a record of never getting caught in 3 months that she won't get caught now. Wrong!

Pale green eyes darting back and forth she tried to find a place to hide. Which should be easier for her since she's wearing pants and a linen shirt instead of those cumbersome dresses.

She can't go to the hideout she might lead them to her friends.

'Just because I almost got sucked into those obsidian eyes damnit!' She thought to herself. To the right she spotted a stable of ponytas and rapidashes and winced. 'I'm really going to regret this.' She ran toward the stable silently praying that their stalls were cleared out.

Running in with no sign of their handlers she went to the biggest rapidash, hoping that it won't mind little 'ol her to use it's –please dear Arceus please!– clean hay. 'Oh, Leaf. How did you get into this.'

Skirting around the big fiery beast she dove into the hay. Luckily she dove far away from the giant pile of crap that's next to her. Unluckily… it was fresh. GAG!

Covering her nose and mouth with her hand she covered herself with extra hay, making sure her white hat with a pink poké decal was covered.

Meanwhile a young man with spiked auburn hair and black eyes was searching for the girl with the white hat. It's extremely embarrassing for him, Gary Oak, captain of the royal guard to lose the person that pickpocketed him.

It wasn't his fault that he was stunned momentarily before taking chase. Her eyes reminded him of her. Pale green, with darker green and honey gold flecks swirling around in those irises.

But it can't be. She would be fine. Last that he'd seen them they were doing well with their flower shop, her dad fixing random leaky roofs and broken bikes, her mom in the garden. She would be waiting for him to come back and play… until the fight.

It's just his imagination. He wanted to see her so badly his mind portrayed her on some common thief.

Running, following the small prints left in the mud from the leftover rain he ran until they were on firmer ground and they disappeared. Looking up he saw the forest ahead of him and a store to his right and on the grass was a stable.

Looking to the ground again he saw a snapped blade of grass, indicating that she went on the grass and most likely went to the stable to hide.

Walking through the door he saw that his second-in-command, Paul Shinji, beat him to it. Paul with his purple hair veiling his eyes was holding onto a petite girl in a pink off-the-shoulder dress with black zig-zags on the waist and hem that ended just above her pink lace-up boots. She had dark blue hair with yellow triangular clips and dark blue eyes. Not pale green. Dark blue. But she had a white hat with a pink poké decal on it. Maybe it was his imagination.

"Unhand me!" she shouted, struggling to get away. "I didn't steal anything! I came in here to get my bag!"

Putting on a charming smile Gary made his way over to his friend and belligerent female. "Mam' as you see. Me and my friend have caught you trying to pickpocket me, captain of the royal guard, it would be easier if you come quietly."

The young woman hiding in the hay, barely daring to breathe caught her non-existent breath. 'It's him.' She thought, 'and captain of the royal guard. I am in deep shit now. Literally.'

The young woman being held by the purple haired, black-eyed rogue eyed them up and down. Taking in their navy blue uniforms, white stripes on the arms, and gold buttons down the front. Not to mention the medals on the lapels… Or the belts with holsters cradling two guns on either side of them.

She didn't know what they were talking about. She was just getting her bag so she could leave continuing on her journey. Traveling abroad her mother said. From a well-to-do family (her family owning a dress store) her mother encouraged her to travel and find herself, adventure, and true love.

So far all it got her was sore feet and sea-sickness traveling by boat from Sinnoh. Now she has to deal with a mistaken identity! For a thief no less!

"I am not a thief!" She screeched the last word. "Let me go! I have done nothing wrong!"

The purple haired man with eyes of shadow murmured. "Troublesome."

"I am not troublesome! I am Dawn from Sinnoh! Send a letter to my mother! I have no need to steal anything!" She was still shouting.

Paul turning to Gary said. "We might have to check out her story, but we should take her with us, just in case."

"That's what we get for coming just by ourselves. We get stuck with a prisoner." Gary lamented, being dramatic.

"Don't speak about me like I'm not here! And at least let me get my stuff." Was the last thing Leaf heard when they towed her away out of the stable.

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A/N: Okay, this is my first story with characters from the Anime. Mainly because no one is reading my other stories and I tend to get more feedback with these. Please check out my other stories! I'm feeling self conscious right now *puppy dog eyes* please! And review!