The late morning sun shone through the enormous tree branches, dancing through its leaves and onto the young, colorful town below it. Nearly all of the town's inhabitants were out and about, gardening, sleeping, shopping, or just enjoying the beautiful weather.
"Come on, little bro!" An Emolga playfully exclaimed, holding a beach ball in her hands. "Is that all you got?"
"I'm trying the best I can!" Her little brother (who was really just younger than her by two minutes), replied.
The Emolga Twins were out at Wood Square, the heart and soul of the town and the closest to the Town Hall. It was a large patch of grass bordered by four colorful cobblestone streets and trees cornering the patch. The sister, who was generally called Sister Emolga, had gotten her hands on a beach ball, which started a variant of "Monkey in the Middle" as her brother, who was called Brother Emolga, tried to grab it from her in hopes to play by himself.
Brother Emolga leapt onto a tree and jumped off, taking off into the air and aiming straight for his sister, but right when he almost got his hands on the ball, she rolled to the side on the ground, and the beach ball didn't even meet his fingers. "Hey, no fair!" He barely had time to turn as he comically face-planted into a nearby lampost. Dizzy, he fell down on his back, his eyes rolling in his head.
Sister Emolga, trying hard not to laugh, hurried over to him. "You okay?" She asked, accidentally letting a giggle slip.
"Oh sure, hitting my head on a lampost while trying to get that dumb toy, I'm just peachy!" Her brother replied.
His sister let go of the ball and helped him to his feet. "You're not hurt?"
Rubbing his forehead, where a bump was starting to form, he said, "Other than this, I think so."
"Good," Sister Emolga replied, than she smirked. "'Cause we're not done playing!" She leapt onto the beach ball and began to run away with it.
"Hey!" He cried, running after her. Finally having enough, he leapt into the air and slammed into her, causing her to lose her balance and go rolling on the ground with him attached to her back like a Slakoth. They dropped the ball and began engaging in a playful wrestling match, laughing.
The ball came to rest in front of one of their friends, Riolu. She picked up the ball and said. "Uh guys, is this yours?"
The two didn't even hear her, Sister Emolga had her brother pinned under her as she tickled his stomach, he was flailing helplessly under her, screaming with laughter.
Riolu sighed, but was still amused at the sight. She began to toss the ball around as she waited for them to calm down (having been friends with them for as long as she could remember, she learned it was impossible to break them up while they played). While she waited she thought about how close those twins were, ever since she met them, it amazed her how close they were. In fact, everyone in the Town was amazed by it, ever since they were babies the two Emolgas were stuck to each other like glue, one was rarely seen without the other close by. They played together, ate together, trained together, and slept together in their little tree on the outskirts of the Town. In fact, they were so close it got to the point where Riolu felt a little lonely.
As she thought, Riolu tossed the ball higher and higher, up to the point it was nearly parallel with the tops of the buildings. As it came sailing down, a breeze pushed the ball away from her. "No, wait!" Riolu exclaimed, even though she knew anyone with any common sense would know a ball couldn't wait. She began to hurry after the ball as it fell, its shadow leaving the grass patch, but then suddenly stopped.
The Emolga twins stopped wrestling around as they watched the ball land on the ground, bounce again, then land and roll to a stop, right in front of a Pokémon they never met before.
Of course, they knew the Pokémon's name, but they never saw him around the Town before. It was a Honchkrow, the Honchkrow that nearly tripped over the ball as it rolled right in front of him. He stopped and stared at it curiously, and then saw the Riolu looking at him nervously and the two Emolgas who were in mid-wrestle, also looking at him. He put two and two together and his eyes narrowed in annoyance.
Scowling at the kids and their childish games interrupting him, the Honchkrow shifted his foot, and kicked the ball as hard as he could. It sailed through the air, back to Riolu; she did a backwards somersault to dodge it, the ball barely skimming as it passed above her. She pulled out of her somersault and rolled back onto her feet as the ball bounced behind her.
"Hey!" Sister Emolga shouted at the Honchkrow, "That's my friend you just-huh?" She stood, dumbfounded as the Honchkrow simply spread his wings and took off for the Town Hall, and revealing a Murkrow behind him. The Murkrow looked at them, took a deep breath, stuck out his tongue, and blew a loud raspberry aimed for the three. Then he took to the air and followed the Honchkrow.
The three stood and stared at the spot the Honchkrow and Murkrow were, until Brother Emolga said, "Who in the world was that?"
Sister Emolga frowned and crossed her arms, "I don't know, but I don't like them."
"You barely know them," Riolu was the kind of Pokémon who was always trying to give others a chance, no matter what they did, she was always open to give them another chance.
"Riolu," Sister Emolga sighed in exasperation. "He kicked that ball nearly in your face!"
"Well, um, maybe he just wasn't…in…the mood for fun?" Riolu asked, desperate for a good reason to give him another chance.
Her friends both face palmed.
"Well, he's heading for Town Hall, and I'm going to check it out." Sister Emolga said, and before her friend and brother could object, she took a running start and leapt into the air, flying right for Town Hall.
Right at the base of the enormous tree that covered the entire town with leafy shade was Town Hall, a small, green building partly built into the tree. There were rumors that there was a secret tunnel in the building that let into the tree, but it was impossible to tell because no unauthorized Pokémon was allowed in the building any deeper than at the desk that the Pokémon immediately see when entering.
"Alright now, sir." A female Ampharos at the desk said, "You're both all set, here is the key to your home." She reached over the desk and handed him a small bamboo key, watching as he took it in his talons. "If you ever lose it, come to us, and well have a new one made."
"Thank you," The Honchkrow said. He turned to his assistant, Murkrow. "Looks like we can finally relax."
He nodded a thanks to the Ampharos and began to head out with Murkrow, when suddenly she called out. "Oh, and I almost forgot, welcome to Pokémon Town!"
Honchkrow signaled a goodbye as he headed out, but Murkrow hopped around and eagerly waved goodbye, until he was grabbed by his master.
Sister Emolga watched, hanging upside down from a lamppost by her tail, as the Honchkrow dragged the Murkrow out of Town Hall by his tail feathers. "Hey!" She called down to them.
The two stopped walking and saw the young Emolga perched upside down. She spread her wings and unwrapped her tail from the post, flipping around in the air and landing on her feet. Emolga dashed over on all fours over to them, and Honchkrow noticed her eyes were narrowed as she jumped up, literally right in front of him, nearly touching his breast feathers, standing on her toes and glaring in his eyes.
"You owe an apology to my friend, mister! You attacked her and we were just playing around!"
Honchkrow glanced to the side in confusion, "Um, I don't know…who you are."
"I'm the Emolga that was at Wood Square! You kicked a beach ball at my friend, Riolu! She didn't mean it to land in front of you, and that thing nearly hit her in the face! I demand you go and apologize to her, right now!"
Honchkrow had barely paid attention back at Wood Square, his mind was on other things, and he certainly didn't think about who saw him, there. He was still confused about who this Emolga was, but suddenly he remembered the two Emolgas that were playing at the Grass Square. "Oh, you mean you and that other Emolga?"
"Yes, my brother, and we were with our friend." Emolga stood up a little higher and got a little closer to him, further narrowing her eyes and clenching her little fists, and for a second, he thought he saw her cheeks spark.
Honchkrow hopped back a little, this Emolga was starting to creep him out. "Well…um, I'm sorry, then. About your friend, I didn't mean for anyone to get…hurt."
The Emolga snorted, "Don't tell it to me, tell it to her."
Honchkrow sighed, she just won't let him go, will she? Quickly, he lied, "Um, look I'm sorry, but could you do it for me? I've never been really good at apologizing to someone right in front of them."
The Emolga's angry face took on a more thoughtful appearance, and she let herself go flat-footed, crossing her arms. "Well, if that's the case, fine."
Honchkrow sighed in relief, but not for the reason Emolga thought. "Thank you, now if you'll excuse me…" He walked around her, Murkrow following. "It's time for me to settle in."
"Oh, so you are new!" The Emolga took on a more friendly tone, "Where you from?"
The Honchkrow seemed to freeze at that, he stopped walking, and Emolga thought she saw his muscles tense. After a long pause, he said, "…From nowhere like this."
