The air was fresh, the trees were blossoming, and Hiro the Zoroark was taking it all in. After all he had just moved to the complex anyway.

This place looks promising for a start. Only one thing could make it better. Someone else. *Sigh* I wish.

Hiro had been in search of love for a long time now, not too picky on gender, but still had standards. After contemplating for a bit, Hiro began moving the boxes out of the truck and into his new apartment, but he managed to trip and spill all the contents of his boxes. Luckily for him, a passing Typhlosion helped him out.

"Oh, um thanks..." Hiro managed to say.

"Bushido, the name is Bushido." the Typhlosion told Hiro.

"Well thanks for your help, Bushido." Hiro said.

"No problem." said Bushido and then left.

HE has to be the one. I can feel it. Last time I said that I was moving away but this time there are different circumstances. My friends would probably say I'm delusional. *Sigh* I miss my friends. But there is no time for that. I need to find a way to keep in contact with him. Stalking him is not an option, neither is calling the NSA and asking for information, although I can disguise myself. Meh. I guess I'll just leave it up to fate.

Hiro eventually moved on after many minutes of fantasizing. And that was only the beginning for Hiro.