Hi everyone! This is my first crossover. I'm a big fan of the Pokemon games, and I found the "lost Xtransceiver" side quest really cute! Obviously, my mind went straight to USUK...

I hope you enjoy it!

Note: Lien is APH Vietnam!


"Damn it, where the hell is Matthew?" Alfred wondered aloud as he walked around East Park in Nimbasa City.

The park was abuzz with excited trainers' chatter, and Alfred couldn't help but smile to himself as he saw the huge line outside the Pokemon Gym. The music from the fashion ramp style gym leaked from the front doors. To be honest, though, the gym attracted the attention of pedestrians and trainers regardless of the noise with its bright, bold black and gold design. The gym itself reminded him of luxury. He didn't have to go in to understand that.

And there was that flattering poster outside the gym of the gym leader, Lien, posing proudly in what Alfred thought was a feather boa, shorts, and a puffer jacket.

Huh.

Sometimes he wondered whether people went to the gym to battle or cheer on Lien.

He didn't know her that well, but he knew that she wasn't one to soak up attention out of vanity - she was good at what she did, and she just naturally attracted attention. They had a...thing, a while back, and they hadn't really talked since.

Wearing a black cap and sunglasses, Alfred hummed to himself as he strode over to the vending machine, trying to be patient as he waited for his brother.

"Hmm...Lemonade or Soda Pop..."

He didn't have any issues in the money department, so he went with one of each.

"Guess I'll give the Soda Pop to Emboar later," he mused as he popped the Lemonade can open.

Still, out of all the regions he'd been to, Nimbasa was, well, as awesome as cities got. Surrounded by a small moat, it was a bright, modern looking city that was as interesting as it was festive, and Alfred loved to visit the sports courts to battle energetic young trainers. Of course, he won, because he was a hero and he always won.

...But there was another reason he always won. But he was hiding that at the moment.

Attention was the last thing he needed in the crowded East Park.

He checked his watch impatiently. His brother had promised to meet him almost an hour ago, but he still wasn't here.

He probably got sidetracked by a battle. But he knew that Matthew wasn't the type to battle willingly.

He preferred...what were those things. In the Sinnoh region. Oh.

Contests.

Alfred had always preferred the heat and excitement of battle, while his brother Matthew seemed more into visuals, details, and performance.

That, and he didn't like hurting his Pokemon.

Well, whatever.

Alfred was distracted from his thoughts by a couple of noisy children. He walked closer to them, curious what their squabble could be about.

"Hey, what's this?"

"Hah! It's the lamest looking Xtransceiver, like, ever! It looks so old! And the screen is black...it's probably broken."

"Give it to a Garbordor!"

The children began to laugh, and Alfred frowned, peering closer.

It did seem to be a rather old looking Xtransceiver, and upon closer look Alfred realized that that model had been discontinued due to bugging issues.

Eh, it was probably an old piece of junk.

While the newer models had slick, modern looking designs, this one was dark black, clunky, and had red tape around the edges - clearly, its owner was used to it decaying and breaking.

Alfred wondered what person wouldn't just get themselves a new one.

One of the children began kicking it around, and for some reason Alfred felt irritated.

Sure, it was a worthless piece of trash, but it wasn't nice for children to treat someone's property like that.

Considering the tape around the edges and the wear of the device, somebody probably treasured it for a while and dropped it. It just felt wrong to treat it like that.

And before Alfred could think, he was approaching the children.

"Hey, guys! Whatcha playing with?"

The children looked up at him with wide eyes, backing away slightly.

"U-Uh...nothing!"

"Doesn't look like nothin'," Alfred commented, a small smile on his face. "That's mine, actually. Do you mind giving it back?"

The children exchanged glances, terror on their faces as they backed away.

"U-Uh...s-sorry, mister! Gotta go!"

They ran away squealing, and Alfred sighed.

He thought he was good with kids. Maybe the sunglasses and hat had intimidated them.

He gingerly picked up the Xtransceiver, examining it from a variety of angles before tapping the start up button gently.

No response.

"Uh..."

Why had he picked it up again? And he had even claimed it was his!

Talk about dumb ideas.

He sighed, slipping it into his pocket as he walked to the other end of the park.

Suddenly, something began to vibrate.

He paused, frowning. Listening.

Was that coming from his pocket?

Slowly, hesitantly, he opened his zipper and took out the Xtransceiver.

And sure enough, someone was calling. But the screen still wasn't working, and it had a slight crack on it - probably due to the children's abuse.

He fumbled before pressing the answer button, and he waited, heart pounding, for a response.

"Hello?"

The voice was crisp and clear, contrary to the poor quality Alfred expected. The voice was clearly male, but it seemed different, somehow. He had an accent from another region, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

As far as Alfred knew, though, Xtransceivers were only popular in Unova.

Maybe he was a tourist?

"Hello?" the voice repeated, a bit more impatiently this time.

"U-Uh, hi! Hi, there!" Alfred shouted, even though he knew the person on the other end could hear him just fine. He was startled, and he instantly regretted his tone.

The guy probably thought he was an idiot who didn't know how to use a simple machine.

"Hello," the voice said, a bit softer. Relieved. "May I ask who this is?"

"Uh...Alfred. It's Alfred," Alfred responded, his eyes fixed on the broken screen. "Hey, uh, I think the screen's broken, so I can't see you."

A small laugh. It was light. Airy. Alfred liked it.

"I'm aware."

"Uh...also, just in case you were wondering, I just found this in Nimbasa East Park. I don't own it. So you might wanna -"

"I know. I'm grateful to you for finding it."

"Wait...wait, what?"

A sigh. "My apologies, Alfred. I am the owner of the Xtransceiver you are holding."

Oh.

That made a lot of sense.

"Oh, uh...cool?"

"I would hate to trouble you further, but if possible - what the - Dragonite, put that down or I'll - Oh, sorry."

Alfred heard a crash in the background, and the noise became all static for a few seconds.

"Sorry about that. As you can tell, I'm...er...busy. At work. Would you mind terribly if I asked you to hold on to it until I'm free to pick it up?"

"No problem, dude! Uh...everything okay over there?"

"Yes, yes, just the usual - Zoroark, how many times have I told you not to impersonate - oh, sorry again. A mischievous lot, these ones."

As much as the stranger sounded pissed off, he also sounded warm. Like he was scolding them, but in a friendly way. Alfred wondered what he was doing. Clearly he was close to his Pokemon, much like Alfred was to his own.

"Hey, so, do you know when you're gonna be able to pick it up?" he asked, slightly excited.

"I'm sorry. I'm not sure when I'll be able to leave, but...I'll give you a ring to let you know, yes?"

"Sure! Also, uh...I just have to ask. I might sound rude, but, you know, your model is like, ancient. You sure you don't wanna upgrade?"

There was silence suddenly, and Alfred worried he had said the wrong thing.

"Sorry if that offended you -"

"No, no," the man responded. "I'm fully aware of the...incapabilities of my current device. Perhaps I'll look into an upgrade once I retrieve it."

But something told Alfred he really wasn't into upgrading it.

"Uh...okay. So I guess, I'll, uh...see you around?"

"Yes, Alfred. It's a pleasure."

"Oh, wait, wait!"

"...May I help you?"

"What's your name?"

"...My name is Arthur. Good day."

And then the call was cut, and the Xtransceiver went back to being junk.

"Arthur, huh..."

Alfred slowly put the Xtransceiver back into his pocket, wondering who on earth the owner could be.

Still...he was talking to a Dragonite and a Zoroark. Clearly he was well-travelled. But he still had an accent, so he couldn't be from Unova.

A voice suddenly broke him out of his thoughts.

"Alfred!"

Alfred spun around to see his brother and look-alike, Matthew, running towards him.

"I-I'm sorry, Al, I got lost...it's my first time to Unova, you know that..."

"Haha, no problem, bro!" Alfred laughed, patting him on the back. "Glad to know you made it in one piece!"

"Uh-huh," Matthew responded, panting.

"So, up for a battle?"

"Alfred..."

"Hey, kidding, kidding!" Alfred grinned, walking over to the carnival area. "Wanna grab something to eat?"

"Alfred, we both know you ate before I came here."

"Hey, the stomach wants what the stomach wants."

"That doesn't even make sense."

"Shut up."

Matthew sighed as he adjusted his coat. "Still, the weather is pretty nice here. I was by Lake Acuity...near Snowpoint City, the other day, and boy was it freezing! Gotta get used to the weather there, eh?"

"Huh. Sounds terrible."

"You seem a bit out of it, Al. Something happen?"

Sometimes, Matthew kind of scared Alfred. Especially how he was so damn perceptive.

"Uh...nothing too big. I found this guy's Xtransceiver on the ground by here, and he called to ask for it back."

Matthew's eyes widened in surprise.

"It was kinda weird. He had an accent, and he had a Dragonite and a Zoroark..."

"Wow," Matthew said, clearly impressed. "He must be a strong guy."

"Probably. But why would he have a shitty prototype Xtransceiver?"

"May I see it?"

Alfred handed it to Matthew, and he frowned as he studied it.

"Uh...Alfred, this may look similar to the old Xtransceivers, but...this is one of a kind."

"What?"

"Hmm..." Matthew poked at it a bit, careful to avoid damaging it further. "I don't know how to explain it, but...it just looks different."

"Yeah, cuz it has tape on it."

"That's true, but see here? This slot isn't there on any Xtransceiver I've ever seen. Plus, this button here? Nonexistent. I feel like it's custom made, or the owner added parts on his own..."

"Huh." Looking at it more closely, Alfred realized that Matthew was right. Alfred quickly looked at his own, comparing the two, and found that they looked...almost completely different.

How had he not noticed before?

"Looks like these changes were designed to be minimal," Matthew noted, frowning slightly. "I wonder what they're for."

"Well, since the screen is dead we won't be able to find out."

"It's wrong to mess with other people's belongings, Alfred," Matthew pointed out, a small smile on his face.

"But you wanna know, right? Maybe we can get it fixed up. Just so Arthur doesn't kill me."

Matthew frowned. "Arthur?"

"Oh, that's the dude's name."

"Did he say anything else?"

"He...he said something about knowing how it's useless. He said he'd look into an upgrade, but to be honest I don't think he sounded too into it."

"Hmm..."

Matthew flipped it over, and his eyes widened. Alfred watched as Matthew twisted a small, circular button.

"There's a...mini pocket in here. Um..."

He took out a wrinkled, ripped piece of paper that had two words on it.

I'm sorry.