Anthromorphs. Adventure. Hilarity. Fighting. Anime-Style. Ecchi. You name it, we got it. Rated T for Teen.

Made in honor of hellfire15, a great author who has left FanFiction for his own purposes. May they live life to the fullest. Also made for his readers, most of whom were dedicated to his beautiful story, and we hope to bring you guys a wonderful retelling of the original tale.

Chapter One
Entering the Household

Traveling in a train with his chin held up by his left hand and staring out the window, a lone Lucario watched as the land's scenery went flying past now, revealing that they were no longer on the water. He readjusted his earphones, likely for better listening to his music. His blue jeans crumpled as he shifted to perform this action, his black shirt with a garbled city behind a Dragonair and an equalizer underneath coming into view through the window. He sighed as he once again went over the last conversation he had with his father.

"I want you to study at Alkia, son."

"What? Isn't that in a region pretty far from Sinnoh, dad? I'm quite sure Palsko is nowhere near here."

"I know, but Alkia is one of the few universities that is world famous for its graduates' excellence at battling. Isn't that what we Fighting-Types want? To be the best we can be at battling?"

"I get that, dad, I do, but isn't this just a little bit too sudden? Besides, don't I get any say in the matter?"

"Seeing as there's only a week until classes begin again? Sorry, but nope."

"Well, who would I stay with? Do we even have any relatives around Alkia? You know I can't just live there on my own."

"Unfortunately, we've no relatives anywhere near there."

"WHAT!? You're saying you'd leave me alone there!?"

"Let me finish, at least. That's why I've already planned this out beforehand. In fact, you're going to be a working student there."

"Eh? Y-You can't do that!"

"Yes, I can."

"No, you can't."

"Alas... yes I can. I have already contacted a dear friend of mine, who says he's more than willing to let you stay at his home."

"…Alright… since it's likely there's gonna be one, what's the catch?"

"Hah! When isn't there one? Before I tell you however, do remind you and I of your personal skillset, excluding that of fighting, son."

"O.. kay? Uhh… Cleaning, cooking, laundry, dishes, preparations… in short, just about all the household chores you've always had me do?"

"Good, that's good. Y'know, Since you'll be working there as a housekeeper, cook, butler, or whatever you want to call it. Of course, I expect you not to slack off. Those words come straight from your mother as well."

"...But…"

"No buts, I've already bought your ticket, and there's half an hour left to catch the train."

"Half an hour!? Geez, I haven't even started packing, dad!"

"Don't worry, I already took care of that for you. Look beside the door, you'll find your bags there."

"...Thanks, dad…"

"Why so glum? You should be ecstatic that your old man got you into Alkia."

"...I know. Thanks, dad."

"Oh yeah, there's a map of the area in the side pocket of your bag with the stop you need to get off at, as well as their house address marked on it. Don't lose it, or else you'll be stranded in the area."

"I get it, I get it. Well, seems this'll be goodbye…"

"Heh, only for now, son. I'll check in on you once in a while, so you better be showing off some good grades."

"Sure thing, dad… Love you…"

"Love you too, son… and I expect to see you home for Christmas!"

The bright sunlight and slight breeze welcomed the passengers as they disembarked from the Sinnoh-Arden Magnet Train. Some of those passengers were students who planned to enroll at the prestigious Alkia University, a school hailed as one of the world's greatest fighting academies. Many eager and determined faces trudged forwards from the station into the city, ready to pave a path to glory.

The citizens of the city were performing the regular hustle and bustle of most busy cities, with car horns heard in the distance, and chatter amongst others constantly heard. The city's population simply near the station, to a newcomer, looked as though it could rival Saffron City's rush hour.

Our protagonist exited the train station, shielding himself from the brightness of the sun. He reaffirmed his grip on his luggage, which consisted of a suitcase and a laptop bag, and walked into the crowd, hoping to find some shade to rifle through his bag. He wasn't going to be getting anywhere if he couldn't dig out the map his father packed.

He wiped off the sweat that had been collecting in the fur of his forehead, perspiration already secreting from his pores in the heat of the day due to his being part Steel-Type. Finally making his way through the crowd and into an expansive shadow of a building, he leaned against a wall to start rummaging through his bag, muttering to himself while doing so.

"Dad knows nothing about organization… here we are!"

Triumphantly, he extracted the map, holding it up victoriously. It was short-lived, however, for fate decided to properly welcome him to life as a protagonist, as the breeze evolved into a stronger gust of wind and blew the paper straight out of his grasp. The Lucario stood still for a moment, thoroughly astonished at what had just happened.

"HEY!" He shouted after it, realizing what had just happened, and grabbed his bags to chase after it. The pedestrians along the sidewalk reacted quickly to both the airborne paper and his following shout, moving out of the way in his pursuit of the map. Only a few seconds went by in the chase when, as if mocking him, the gust sent the paper flying further upwards, now close to the rooves of the buildings around him. Growling at the predicament, the Lucario gripped his bags tighter and kicked off the ground, using a simple Quick Attack to run his way up the wall of the building next to him, getting onto the roofs, jumping along them and catching up to the map, the earbuds he had been wearing now flailing behind his neck.

"Why is this happening?" he grumbled to himself, gritting his teeth as he continued to go after the flying piece of paper that is his only lifeline in this city. "I'm not going to let myself be stranded in this place!" If he could just catch the map, he'd be spared any embarrassing first impressions.

As the chase led him out of the city's business district and into the neighborhoods, the toll of carrying the heavy luggage was getting to him as he continued to jump along the rooftops, and he was straining to stay within a few feet of the map. He was panting a bit now, but refused to stop pushing forward. At that moment, the wind changed, causing the map to suddenly turn right, heading towards the rooftops on the other side of the road. The Lucario mustered as much strength in his legs as he had left and took a glorious leap of faith off the roof, reaching out in desperate hopes.

And just barely, he managed to catch the edge of it.

"Alright!" He exclaimed triumphantly, pleased with the fact that he finally caught the troublesome scrap of paper. It took a moment for the poor boy to realize that he was still airborne, to which his eyes widened. His voice stuck in his throat, he continued soaring through the air, gravity proving to be his greatest threat. The situation grew even worse as he saw that he was headed right for someone. And based on their state of dress, that someone appeared to be female. Terrified at what could result in this, the Lucario called out in terror.

"Move out of the way!" The girl heard, groggily turning around and looking up to see the panicked form of a flying Lucario falling straight towards her. A look of bewilderment crossed her face before…

CRASH!

"Ow. Ow. Ow…" The Lucario groaned as he held his forehead, clenching his fist to ensure that he still clutched the map.

A similar groan emitted from the girl, the two of them now laying on the ground, eyes closed from the collision. The Lucario was the first to regain his composure, eyes opening to find he had a snoutfull of the girl's chest. He sat up quickly, unaware that he was now sitting on her, and examined the unfortunate soul.

She was light blue, with long, diamond shaped ears that drooped down with her long, darker blue hair styled in similar diamond-tips that went down the sides of her head. She wore a sailor-like uniform and a miniskirt. After taking in all off these details, he realized she was out cold.

Lightly shaking her shoulders in an attempt to awaken her, he said, "Hey… hey, are you alright?"

He stared closely at her face as her eyes slowly opened, revealing her deep sapphire eyes.

As the two of them locked eyes, it was as if Dialga had hiccupped with how time seemed to slow. Breaking the eye contact, the girl looked down, the Lucario's eyes soon following after, noticing his sitting on her. Through their contact, he found that she seemed to rapidly become colder as her mouth opened in shock, with his following suit.

The girl quickly regained her composure and shrieked, pushing him away, her cold hands chilling him momentarily. Every part of him that had been in contact with her after her awakening was now covered in a thin layer of frost, the sudden cold causing him to yelp. He landed on his butt, flakes of frost spreading into the air and quickly melting. He quickly regained his composure as he stood up, although his cheeks were still flushed red.

"Erm, uh… I-I'm sorry, miss! It was an accident; I wasn't focused on where I was going!" He said, almost yelling. Internally, he was cursing himself for earlier thinking he would be spared embarrassment, but now most likely had to face pain and ridicule as well. Luckily, there was no one else around to tell him off.

He watched as tears began to form in the girl's eyes as her fists clenched and her teeth visibly gritted as she slowly stood up, being fueled by embarrassment-based rage. He had no idea what she had going through her head, but it obviously wasn't going to be anything good. She was staring at his face with her blue face now flushed mostly red, though out of rage or embarrassment, he couldn't tell.

He stumbled backwards as she was suddenly enveloped in a frosty light-blue aura. The air in the area chilled quickly despite the heavy heat of the day. Instinctively, his body began to prepare to defend, his own aura slightly distorting the air around him. But when their eyes met again, sapphire gazing into the intense crimson enhanced by his fighting spirit, it was she who took a step backwards, causing a crumpling sound to be heard. The two of them looked towards the source of the noise, auras quickly dissipating, the culprit being the map that the Lucario had dropped when she pushed him.

Conveniently, she hadn't stepped on the spot the address was written and circled. Her eyes widened, and her rage seemed to mostly turn to suspicion as she read it. She picked it up and looked over it closer, as if not believing what she saw.

"...Hey," She finally said, turning her gaze towards the boy, suspicion heavy in her eyes. "This is my address."

"What? You mean… Y-You live there?" He said, unsure he heard her correctly. Hoping to get the map back, he cautiously walked towards the girl.

"Yes, I do," She confirmed, pulling the map out of his reach, causing him to stumble in confusion for a moment. She continued to speak in the accusing tone she had acquired. "But why, might I ask, do you have my address written here?"

"Uhm.. w-well, you see, my dad told me to go to this address, since it's be the place I'm staying while I atten-"

"Wait," she cuts him off. "'Staying'? Are you saying that you're the new butler my father has been talking about?" Her accusing tone of voice is dropped in place of disbelief.

"Erm, yes, I actually am. I think, at least…" 'Of course,' he thought. 'Of course Dad would introduce me as a butler…'

"Well… I guess this is quite an unexpected first meeting, then, heh heh…" She gave an awkward laugh.

Upon remembering what had happened just previously, he exclaimed, "Oh! And about what happened earlier, I'm truly sorry, please forgive me, miss." He ended the sentence with a bow, hoping to further convey his apology.

"Y-Yeah, it's okay," she said quietly. "Really. Also, please don't call me 'Miss,' I'd prefer you use my name. I'm Gloria," she introduced herself. "A Glaceon. How about you?"

"My name… it's Lucas, and I'm a Lucario." He stepped forward, without caution this time, and shook her hand, smiling now that the incident had been cleared up.

"So…" Gloria trailed off. "Hmm… I suppose shopping can wait. Ah, as your first task, would you walk me home? Once we get there, I'll introduce you to my sisters." She began walking in the direction she had been heading, which just so happened to be the completely opposite direction Lucas had been chasing the flyaway map.

Lucas, stunned for a moment, stated simply, "Sisters?" 'As in, plural?'

His father had never said anything about a couple of girls being there…

Gloria turned around halfway, stopping and looking back at him. "Hmm? Is something bothering you?"

"N-No, not at all," Lucas assured her. "Lead the way Miss— I-I mean, Gloria." He pulled a smile as she made a bit of a face and quickly turned around to keep walking.

He was confused as to the sudden cold-shoulder treatment. Did he say something wrong?

Soon, they reached Gloria's home. Lucas had almost dropped his bags upon seeing the 'house.' It was a beautiful mansion colored burgundy and light brown with cream accents. Wider than it was tall, the building seemed almost like a small castle to him, even though it was only three floors. Gloria noticed he had stopped at the gate, and called back to him.

"Come on!"

Shaking his head to clear his focus, Lucas went down the painted cobblestone path leading to the building, the wheels of his suitcase clattering against the uneven stone. When he caught up with Gloria at the door, she unlocked it with a silver key with her name in cursive written on the top and entered the home, startling Lucas with her sudden shouts.

"I'm home! And guess who I brought along with me!" After a moment of silence, loud footsteps were heard all around the upstairs house.

"Is it the new butler?" A young voice asked.

"Finally!" A mature voice exclaimed. "All of my chores are through!"

Lucas was surprised to see not only two, but four figures come running down the stairs and stand in front of him. He took in as much of their details he could.

The first girl to come into view had red skin and bright yellow fur that surrounded her neck as well as matching long blonde hair that was unkempt as it went down her back. Pointy foxlike ears poked out through her hair, and her eyes were a dark ruby color. She wore a white shirt that tightly hugged her hourglass-shaped body and her rather large chest along with yellow shorts that only covered about halfway down her thighs. Lucas deduced that she was a Flareon.

The second girl followed closely behind the first. She had fin-like features on her face, which, like the rest of her skin, were ocean blue in color. Her ears even looked like fins. She had deep sapphire eyes similar to Gloria's and dark blue wavy hair that seemed reminiscent of a mermaid. The Vaporeon was just barely shorter than the Flareon, but it seemed as if the two practically had the same bodily measurements. She sported a black shirt that covered down to halfway down her abdomen and tight blue jeans that hugged her legs.

The Leafeon that lazily followed was a bit shorter and thinner than the two. There was a curled leaf, bright green and radiating with health, that emerged from the bangs of her emerald hair that reached only to her neck. Her ears point out of her hair, seemingly turning into bright green leaves halfway. She had sharp auburn eyes, and dark beige skin. She wore a green blouse along with the loose shorts that covered down just past her knees.

Finally, the Umbreon, who was shorter than any of them, and obviously the youngest, energetically zipped down the stairs last. She had a nearly pitch-black skin color with a few yellow rings around her wrists, ankles, and her long, pointy ears that fazed in and out of existence every few seconds. She wore a gold shirt with a matching skirt.

'Th-There are more of them than I'd thought...' Lucas thought, as he had only expected her to have two sisters at most.

The four girls looked over him as he did to them, forming their own opinions about him. The Leafeon held a confused expression, as though not expecting him to look as he did. The Kantonian Eeveelutions held a similar expression at first, but they seemed to change after a few seconds, with the Flareon taking on the smirk and the Vaporeon thoroughly looking over his form. The Umbreon simply gazed at him with some form of wonder.

"Lucas, I want you to meet my sisters, Flannery, Vanessa, Lily, and Umber," Gloria introduced them in the order they arrived.

Lucas found himself astonished once again that day, only managing to think, 'Gee, dad. Send me to a family of all-female Eeveelutions, will you? Just like him to not say any preparatory words about such a thing...'

"Uhh…" He started, shaking his head at his unprofessionalism. "My name is Lucas. Nice to meet you all," He finished with a bow. While he held the bow, he heard whispers coming from some of them. Not facing them, he was unable to tell who said what.

"Aren't butlers supposed to be old geezers?"

"Shh… He might hear you…"

"But still, isn't he a bit too young?"

Still facing the floor, Lucas frowned, one of his long ears twitching slightly. Unbeknownst to them, Lucario have heightened senses, especially hearing. He heard them clearly, and sighed at their obvious doubts of his presence.

"Hey," Flannery caught his attention. "Can you cook good food?"

"Uh… sure," Straightening back up, he responded, caught off guard by the sudden question. "I'm very used to cooking, and mine often receives compliments."

"Whoo!" Lucas flinched as Flannery suddenly exclaimed, along with Vanessa breaking out into an uncontrollable grin. "No more of Esper's horrible experiments she calls cooking!" Saying this, Flannery literally jumped for joy.

"Oh yeah," Gloria said, getting their attention. "Where is Esper?"

Gloria's question was immediately answered by a metal tray enveloped in a light purple energy come flying out of the kitchen at breakneck speeds, making its mark with the back of Flannery's head, a clang resonating from the collision.

"YOWCH!" Flannery exclaimed in pain, falling to the floor, her hands shooting up to cradle the spot the tray had hit, which was now making its way back up to the kitchen, finding its place in a purple hand. It was then that Lucas noticed that another girl had entered the room.

"Greetings," she said, grace in her voice. "My name is Esper. I'm the eldest here, and I assume you've already met my sisters." The Espeon calmly introduced herself while paying no heed to Flannery's pain. The Espeon had a small red gem in her forehead, deep purple eyes and bright purple skin, long darker purple hair, and was wearing a long sleeve white shirt and dark blue jeans, a sky-blue apron covering most of this.

Flannery stood up and got in Esper's face, yelling at her sister.

"Dammit Sis! What'd'ja do that for!?"

"Well, if my cooking is that bad, why don't you cook for us next time?"

"No need, since the new butler here can cook for us something we could actually call FOOD!"

The remark appeared to greatly irk the Espeon, and the two continued to bicker off in the background, ignoring the visitor and forgetting their manners.

"Are those two always like that?" Lucas whispered to Gloria.

"Most of the time… But you'll get used to it," Gloria answered with a smile.

"Well, this is your room," Gloria said, leading him into an upstairs room. "If you have any questions, feel free to ask anyone. I'll be come bother you later, okay?" She then left his new room.

He began to unpack and put his belongings into their new homes, shirts in the closet, pants, socks, and boxers in the drawers, books in the bookshelf, and devices on top of the bookshelf and drawer. Looking around at the organized room and ensuring that all his belongings were with him, he felt content with his work. He let out a sigh, relaxing after all the work today.

A glare crossed his face.

He whipped his phone out of his pocket and speedily dialed a number, sitting down on his bed and waiting for the other end of the line to pick up. After four long rings, he got a response.

"Hello?"

"Dammit Dad!"

"W-What?"

"Oh, you know, just send me to a house full of girls and not breathe a word of it to me!?"

"Eh? What kind of reaction is that? I thought you'd be overjoyed at the fact!"

Lucas paused. "W-What? Why would I be 'overjoyed'?"

"Hey, hey, my good friend has a nice selection of hot girls, does he not? Surely by now you've met all of them, yes?"

"Yeah… so?"

"'So?' 'So?' Haven't you chosen one that you like yet?"

"Hold on… Do you mean to tell me… that you sent me here to get a girlfriend?"

"Ah… that is but one of many reasons, my son. I promise you, you'll be in heaven ther— A-Ah! It's burning! Sorry, I gotta go now, kid. Bye!"

His father abruptly hung up before Lucas could say anything more.

Lucas sighed, throwing his phone down onto the bed, then followed suit, falling backwards so his legs still hung off the side. This was certainly going to be a challenging time in his life, he could just sense it.

…

Lucas began to snicker suddenly, realizing that his father had been trying to cook. Oh boy, old man, he thought. How are you gonna manage without me?

His snickering turned into a small chuckle as he lightened his mood.

That took two days to write, and that was improvised from the first chapters of the original story and the remakes! I feel proud to do this now!

Anyways, to stay true to the original…

Lucas' days of trouble, mayhem, and girls had only just begun. Will he be able to survive in this household?

Stay tuned...

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