Yo! It's Mimiko again, with yet another new idea! This time it's Pokemon~ It was going to be a crossover I had thought up, but I decided to do this instead. I've had this idea for a while, and figured it was about time for me to get started on this concept! Wewt~ So anyway, here's the start of my newest fanfic~ Pokemon: Onyx Bonds! First, a little info~!

Background: Annabelle Moore, a sixteen-year-old young girl with the dream of being a Coordinator, has been out on her journey across the regions for over four years now, and recently arrived in the Hoenn region. Working together with the Buneary she gained on her sixth birthday, not long after the passing of her mother, she dreams to be a great and well-known coordinator. Little does she know, as she enters the Hoenn region, that she will meet two troubled souls with pasts even more dark than hers, and until then, have been getting through only with the help of their pokemon. One is Haku, a Breeder with the ability to speak to pokemon, and a lonely and distant spirit, traveling with an Absol that saved him when he was little, and a team of pokemon with the utmost trust in him. The other is Shin, a Team Rocket runaway that, until now, has been raised by Team Rocket, followed by a group of mostly fire-type pokemon that are his best friends. As the group ventures through the Hoenn region they meet, form bonds, and help each other overcome the darkness of their pasts through their strong bonds as friends and kindred spirits.

Three young teens with shadows over their pasts set out into the world with their pokemon, their partners and best friends. The three meet and become friends in order to overcome their dark pasts.

Romance: Being considered. If you'd like any of the boys to wind up with Anna once the interaction starts, let me know ;3

Rated: T to be safe

~ The Sinnoh Region: Outside Hearthome City

A small girl was standing with her father in the graveyard while a crowd dressed all in back was starting to gather. She was young, no older than five, wearing a small black dress. Her sapphire blue eyes were filled with tears, and she was tugging at the sleeve of her father's black suit. "D-daddy! Why are they putting mommy in the ground?" When her father wouldn't answer her, even more tears filled her eyes, and her sniffling began to turn into crying, and soon became all-out crying, as the small girl, no longer caring for keeping her dress clean, sat down at her fathers feet and began bawling her eyes out.

As the girl was young, she didn't really have a clue about what was going on. She didn't understand that her mother had died. As such, she certainly didn't understand that the reason they had "put her in the ground" was to bury her, never to be pulled out again. She had been told that her "mommy" was just sleeping. That she was really somewhere else, which the little girl had obviously taken as saying that she was dreaming, and would wake up again. The poor little thing wouldn't figure out until later that her mommy wouldn't come back to her, that she and her daddy would be left alone for a long time, possibly forever.

Her father, a tall, strongly-built man with short hair and a bit of a scruffy beard, pulled his little girl into his arms, scooping her up to hold her. The rough-looking man was very gentle with his small daughter, patting her on the head and wiping away her tears. Though he did, the small girl kept crying, and he simply held her, rubbing her back and patting her head, letting her get her tears out for now. He looked protectively down at his little girl, his little princess, who was crying her little eyes out, not knowing what was happening and why her mommy was being buried. He wasn't going to let her be so upset again.

The little girl had calmed down considerably by the end of the funeral service (though she didn't know it was a funeral at the time), and had reverted back to simply sniffles. She was standing by her father again, hugging onto one of his legs. People were coming up patting her on the head, saying things like "It's a shame she lost her mother being so small" and "Don't worry, you're mommy's in a nice place". She didn't understand what was going on at the time, but she would in time. "Daddy, when are they going to get mommy out of the ground?" the little girl asked, tugging at her father's pants leg with big, teary blue eyes.

Her father gave a light sigh, bending down on one knee so that he was eye-to-eye with his five-year-old daughter. "Anna, listen to daddy closely, alright?" he asked of her, getting a teary-eyed little nod in response, "Good girl. Anna… they're not going to get mommy out of the ground. She'll be sleeping for a very long time, okay? She's in a very nice place though, so there's no need to cry for her, alright?" Of course, it was hard for him to break this news to his normally cheerful little girl. If he didn't though, she would just sit there crying for the men to get her mommy out of the ground, when they couldn't. "Daddy likes it best when his little princess is cheerful, okay?"

The little girl looked up at her father with watery eyes again. Though he said that, the little girl started crying again, and wrapped her arms around her father's neck. "B-but daddy… I want to see mommy again!" she sniffled, rubbing her teary little eyes on a handkerchief that her father gave her. Her father patted her on the head as she sniffled and cried, standing by his wife's grave as he did so. The little girl eventually cried herself to sleep, cuddling up to her father in her sleep and sniffling still. "Mommy… mommy," she could be heard muttering in her sleep, tossing and turning. It would take some time for the little girl to get over it. Of course, she was only five, so it would naturally be hard on her.

-~ Three weeks later, the Moore Household, Hearthome City

Little Annabelle Moore woke up, three week later, cuddling one of her pokemon plushies, curled up in her bed at her home in Hearthome City. She was sniffling, tossing and turning in her bed. She was having a dream, about her mom. Her long, black hair was all messy, and her eyes were a little puffy, having tossed and turned and sniffled and cried. It wasn't even a month after her mother's death, and yet it was little formerly-five-year-old Annabelle's sixth birthday. She shouldn't have been sniffling, tossing and turning in bed, squeezing a pokemon plush for dear life.

Her father cracked the door open, seeing his little girl in such a state. He sighed and walked in, gently closing the door. He smiled gently as he leaned over the bed, patting the little girl on her head. Hopefully, her present this year would cheer her up, though he knew it could never replace her mother. Still, his smile broke into an all-out grin, as he picked the little girl up off her bed playfully, chuckling has he heard a little surprised squeak come from her as she was lifted out form under her covers. "Anna, do you know what today is, princess?" he asked, patting her on the head.

The little girl seemed to have a cute, playful, "thinking face" for a few minutes. Then, however, she let out an excited little squeak. "It's my sixth birthday today!" she yelped out, excitedly. Her father loved it when she giggled and smiled like that, since she looked exactly like her mother. She was one of the most cheerful little girls he knew in Hearthome. "Daddy, daddy, daddy! Do I get a present again this year!" she asked, tugging at the shirt her father was wearing.

"Of course you get a present!" he said, patting her on the head, "You're daddy's little girl! Ah, six years old, already! You're getting to be such a big girl!" He smiled a little as the little girl seemed to be in high spirits, grinning and giggling. "Now, if my little girl wants to see her present, she needs to get dressed and brush her hair so she can look her cutest today! Once you get your present, daddy will take you out for breakfast, okay?" He smiled at her, as the little girl just nodded and went off to get ready for the first birthday she would spend with her family only comprising of herself and her daddy.

Once the little girl had cleaned herself up, slipped into one of her baby blue dresses, a pair of white stockings, and her favorite pair of baby blue maryjanes, her father brushed her hair for her, putting it up in her favorite pink ribbon. She giggled and did a little twirl for her father, getting small claps and laughter in response, as her father picked her up, giving his little princess a bear hug. "Are you ready to see your present, now?" he asked, patting her head. He knew she would like it, and got a nod in reply as he had expected. "Good, come downstairs with me. I think you'll like it," he said. He grinned, leading his little girl down the stairs, holding her tiny little hand delicately, as if she really were a little princess. He couldn't help but grin at his daughter's reaction. It had worked out exactly how he had hoped it was, Anna was delighted.

Sitting on the floor in their living room was a Buneary. A small, brown-colored rabbit-like pokemon, which looked like one of its ears was scrunched up at the top of its head. There was cream-colored fluff on the tip of each ear, and at the bottom of its body, and it had cream-colored feet. It looked like any Buneary would, and it looked up at Anna and her father with a big grin. "Bun, bun, Buneary!" It seemed excited, and was hopping up and let out a little squeak of excitement. She ran up to the Buneary and hugged it, and it seemed rather excited to be hugged. They seemed to be getting along well, friends right off the bat. The little six-year-old just sit there and played with her new pokemon, her new friend, for a few minutes. "Waaaaiii~ It's so cute, daddy! Did you catch it for me?"

"In a sense," her father said, patting her on the head, "I found it a long time ago, injured. We took care of it for a while, but never actually caught it. It came up to me a few days ago, and I decided it would be the perfect friend for you, so I let you two meet on your birthday. Is it a nice present?" He smiled a little as the little six-year-old let another little excited squeak out and nodded. He kneeled down beside her, pulling an empty pokeball out of his pocket and handing it to the little girl, placing it lightly in her tiny palm. "Do you want to catch it?" he asked, and the little girl beamed. She looked down at the Buneary and held out both of her hands, with the pokeball clasped tightly in them. "Buneary," she said in her cute little six-year-old voice, "do you want to be my friend from now on?" She giggle a little as the Buneary jumped up and down, pawing at her hands a little as if telling her 'yes'. She hopped back on one foot, which her father thought was absolutely adorable, and tossed the pokeball gently with both hands towards the Buneary, who tapped its head on the ball and was surrounded by a beam of light, before becoming part of the light itself and being brought into the pokeball. Anna and her father watched as it shook back and forth for a moment, before clicking shut. Anna grinned and picked up the pokeball. "Alright!" she said with a little, doing a little twirl and throwing the pokeball in the air with both hands. "Buneary, come on and join me and daddy for my birthday!"That would be the first and last time Annabelle Moore's Buneary ever went into its pokeball.

~Several years later - Hearthome City, outside the Moore residence

"Anna, sweetheart, are you sure you want to start now?" Annabelle's father was standing outside, watching as his now twelve-year-old daughter got ready to leave for who knew how long. "It's your twelfth birthday, why not spend it with your daddy, hm?"

Annabelle, who, though now she was twelve, did not have much of a different fashion sense from the time she was six, giggled. "It's fine, daddy!" she said, getting up on her tip-toes to give her father a small kiss on the cheek, "I'm not a little girl anymore! Besides, I spent time with you today! It's almost two o'clock!" She giggled a little as her father seemed embarrassed. "You can't hold on to your little princess forever, you know. Buneary and I are going to go make even more friends, and I'm going to be just as well-known a coordinator as mommy was! Isn't that right, Buneary?" "Bun!" the little rabbit-like pokemon exclaimed, bouncing up and down, and then into Anna's arms. "I suppose you're right," her father said with a sigh, "I don't want to admit it, but my little princess is old enough to start adventuring with pokemon now, isn't she? Well, be sure to at least come back and visit often, alright, princess?""I promise, daddy!" She said with a giggle, giving her father a hug around the neck and a kiss on the cheek, "I'll always be my daddy's little princess, after all. I love you!~""I love you too," her father said, "Be safe and have fun.""I will, daddy!" she said with a giggle. She checked over everything she packed, giving a small nod. "Are you ready to go, Buneary? We're going to meet lots of new friends, right!"

"Neary!" the little pokemon said, seeming excited.

Annabelle giggled a little and pat Buneary on the head. As she straightened out her baby blue dress, draping her small pink bag over one shoulder, she gave a small smile to her father. "Don't worry, I'll be fine daddy. I'll come visit lots, and let you meet all the cute pokemon I catch!" She gave her father one last goodbye hug and kiss on the cheek before heading off with Buneary. "Come on, Buneary! Let's go make some new friends, then you and me will be on the road to stardom on the Coordinating stage!"

"Buneary!"

-And that was the first chapter! It might have been a little short, but these first three chapters are all for introducing our three main protagonists: Anna, Haku, and Shin. This was Annabelle Moore's introductory chapter, which you'll see lots of references to later on in the story! R&R, and I hope you enjoyed! Next chapter, we meet the second in our party of protagonists: Haku Suzuki~ Hope you enjoyed this chapter, and those of you that stick around will enjoy the next! ^^ Keep in mind as you read on: Anna's past is the lightest of all. Next two chapters introduce the other protagonists' pasts, and afterwards it'll lighten up, so don't worry~