Summary: Imagine waking up in a world you don't understand, now imagine that world being a game in your world...Imagine those fluffy cute creatures in your world's game to be human formed gijinkas and you know how Rin Yujin feels when she wakes up one morning in the Pokémon world. Follow her adventures as she searches for a way home and the friends she makes along the way. Rated mature.

I know I have a lot of stories out already but this one has been pounding at the walls of my mind demanding to be let out.

Disclaimers: I do not own any Pokémon just the OCs that appear.

A loud banging sound caused her eyes to snap open and the brightly light of the early morning caused her eyes to snap back shut. Such searing pain pulled a rough moan from her throat as she rose a hand to shield her delicate eyes. Stupid sun… She mumbles to herself before rolling over onto her side away from the open window. A second later she froze, when had her window been open? She distinctly remembered a thick black curtain blocking any sunlight from ever entering her bedroom.

Her eyes snapped open a second time and her body springs up into a sitting position. Eyes darting this way and that she took in everything that was obviously not her room. The walls were split between light blue and grass green with pink and yellow sheep running across the middle; the borders of the walls were bubblegum pink and she couldn't help but scowl at how horrible the color was. Looking down her scowl deepens; the comforter and sheets were dark pink. Shifting her legs she felt pants brush against each other and knew that whoever had moved her to this room had also clothed her; she never normally wore pants to bed.

Yanking off the comforter she scowled down at the pink and yellow flannel pajama pants before yanking them off in one swift motion and throwing them across the room. Looking down at her chest she couldn't help but sigh in relief, the shirt was black, but she then noticed that her underwear were also pink.

What's the hell up with these people and pink? Jumping out of the bed she walked over on bare feet to the white dresser that sat against the wall facing the large windows. Yanking open the top draw, because honestly that's where most underwear are found, she was relieved to find a pair of black underwear admits all of the frilly pink and whites. Biting the edge of the underwear she shimmies out of the offensive pink cloth and throws it across the room in the general direction of the abandoned pajama bottoms. After a moment of her closing the draw with her right elbow she pulls the black undies on and walks with cat like laziness over to the closet.

Yanking the closet door open she jerks back away from the on slaughter of pink and frills. Seriously! What the hell is up with these people and pink! And frills! So horribly disgusting! After several moments of shifting through the clothes she finally found something that she could bear to wear buried deep in the back of the closet.

"Aha!" Pulling out a pair of black jeans and a black blazer with three golden buttons she grins down at it before making her way to the bed and dumping the clothes on top. She walked over to the dresser again to search for a bra and, after finding a black one to match her undies; she yanked off her pajama top and pulled the bra on, happy that the clap was on the front.

The blazer was loose enough that it didn't restrict any of her movements but it was also snug enough that it showed off her figured; she didn't bother putting anything under it as she did the top two buttons, leaving the bottom button to go undone. The jeans were a little snug, and after pulling them on she noticed there were a few rips on her knees and upper thighs, but after buttoning them up and moving this way and that to check their movement she decided they were comfortable enough to walk in and they didn't slide down when she squatted.

Yawning she ran her hand through unnatural long black hair and sighs, whoever had moved her to this room had placed extensions in her hair, she never remembered having such long hair since the summer of eight grade. Making her way to the door of her room she stops before going back to the closet and rummage through it, there had to be some shoes she could use that didn't COMPLETELY clash with her outfit. It only took her a minute to reject all the cute sandals and elegant looking high heels until her eyes zeroed in on a pair of combat boots that leaned against the far corner of the closet. Grinning wildly she yanks them out before going back over to the dresser and grabbing a pair of random socks. The boots gave her an extra inch to her five foot stature which made her not AS short as she normally is, something she's actually grateful for.

As she pulled on both the socks and the boots she noticed that there was movement downstairs and she couldn't help but pale, she completely forgot about whoever had kidnapped her and tossed her in this room of absolute girly ickiness. Swallowing her momentary fear she straightened her back and opened the door to her room, entering the tidy hallway and slowly making her way to the staircase she noticed at the end. She had to focus most of her weight onto the balls of her feet but she managed to get to the first floor without signaling to her captors that she was up and about.

This is fucked up; she thought to herself as she snuck down the hallway and towards the front door, why the hell would anyone try to kidnap me? Of all people? Not looking where she was going though she stumbles over a slightly wrinkled floor rug and made an indecent sound as she fell on her face.

"Sweetheart, is that you?" A velvety sweet voice called from the kitchen and she felt her body relax despite how much trouble she knew she should be in. Jumping lightly onto her feed she was about to book it to the door when an older woman steps out of the kitchen, blocking her escape route effectively.

The woman was pretty; she wasn't a young type of pretty, she had crow's feet at the corner of her eyes which said she had laughed plenty of times in her life and she had smile wrinkles around her mouth but given her age and the few gray hairs that stained her otherwise black hair she was very pretty with a short stature and a plum shape.

"You okay, sweetie?" The woman had a hint of laughter in her voice, it seemed she knew exactly what happened and she was greatly amused. When she got no response a small frown touched her lips. "Rin are you okay?"

So my name's the same, who the hell is this woman? Shifting on her feet Rin felt uncomfortable and wanted to leave as quickly as possible. She didn't like people she didn't know, she was always too weary of them; even if they looked like all they did was bake cookies and laugh with their friends. Not getting an answer the woman donned a worried expression and before Rin could react the woman's hand had latched onto her wrist and she was being dragged into the kitchen.

"Rin, honey, I know you're worried about today but don't worry, you'll find a great-"

"Who are you?" Rin interrupts, pulling her arm away from the woman and taking a step back.

"W…Who am I?" The woman asks, looked completely hurt and confused at the same time. "I'm your mother, Rin." The woman takes a hesitate step forward, her arm outstretched to check Rin for a fever but stopped when Rin takes another step back. "Are you feeling alright, sweetie?"

She claims to be my mother, but my mother died when I was young… what the hell is going on! She was half tempted to tell this woman that her mother was dead but since the woman had yet to harm her in any way she held off, slowly moving to the kitchen table and sitting down, turning so her back was against the wall.

"What's going on?" She finally asks, crossing her arms under her chest and staring the woman down.

The woman opens her mouth to respond but snaps it closed when she couldn't think of what to say. They stayed like that in silence for a long moment before a timer went off and the woman jumps in shock.

"Oh! Breakfast is ready!" Spinning around she goes to the oven and starts to finagle as Rin stares at her back, waiting for an explanation with eerie calm.

"W…Well two weeks ago you turned 18…" The woman started easily now that she had something else to focus on other than her supposed daughter's hard stare. "and after two weeks of official paperwork this is the start of your journey."
"My journey?" Rin interrupts, placing her elbow on the table before leaning her head on top of her hand.

"Your Pokémon journey, silly." Before she could interrupt again the woman continued. "You already know this but the government had agreed that because children were becoming illiterate it was illegal to become a trainer until you reach the age of 18. Of course it's not illegal to have a Pokémon as a pet or a friend but you're not allowed to own poke balls or train your so called pet. You've already got your trainer card and a new bag… all you have to do is go to professor Oak's lab and pick out your starter."

"So…" Tiling her head slightly Rin tried to absorb the information given to her. "What… was your starter?"

"Hmm?" The woman turns around to give Rin a doubtful stare before going back to cooking. "Well you remember June, right? She was my starter, a pretty Skitty."

So… I wasn't kidnapped… just teleported to an alternate universe where there are Pokémon… and where my mom is actually alive… Okay… I can deal with this… Taking a deep breath she opens her eyes to see a plate of waffles in front of her and the woman, her mother, smiling warmly at her.

"So do you know who your starter will be?" Her mother asks her, the warm smile always present as she ate some of the waffles that sat in front of her.

"Uh… No? I don't know… I'd have to see them… uh…" She took a bite of her own waffle before tilting her head the opposite way. "Did I ever tell you what I wanted as my starter?"

The woman laughs, as if the mere question gave her a multitude of fond memories and she waved her fork around in thought.

"Once you said Entei would be your starter." Rin chokes on her bite before looking up wide eyed at the woman. Did I really say that? "More recently though you've been talking about getting bulbasaur as your starter. Why? Are you not sure anymore?"

"Uh… No, I'm not sure anymore, I'll just have to look and see." From my recent idea of my starter I can assume the Pokémon starters are the original… Bulbasaur, Charmander and Squirtle. I'm not much of a plant person so it'd be either charmander or squirtle… "So um… when do I pick my starter?"

"When you're done with your breakfast of course," The mother continued to smile before she stands up and takes her empty plate to the sink. "But you have to get to Professer Oak's lab if you want to see all the starters. If you get there too late you won't have many choices to choose from."

Standing up Rin stretches her arms over her head and yawns. "Right, well I'll go now. I'll come back later to show you who I chose."

Not allowing her new mother to respond she ducks out of the kitchen and out the door to start her new, but not so unpleasant adventure.