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Okay, this is a complete rewrite of my old story, Moemon: Three Secrets. This will have better writing, more world building, and more refined character interactions and behaviors. There will also be changes to events and cannon. They may also be much darker things happening and there will be no further warnings.

As for lemons, there will be quite a bit fewer of them because the last story already had a lot more than I intended. They will be more detailed and larger though. Also, I shall have every lemon start with a single BOLD letter for those who wish to skip them, as I find large lemon warnings silly.

Chapter 1: First Secret

Michael and his sister Lindsay both sat in the waiting room of the hospital in stony silence, desperately clinging to some vain hope that everything would be okay. Despite everything their family had been through, this was probably the hardest. At least they had had their mother, yet now however she was unable to provide for them as victim of a stroke.

The grief was only just starting to kick in, but figuring out just what they would do and where they would go next Michael knew could not wait. They had no family left in the United States to take them in. Their immigrant father had died when they were young and his family was in an unstable Central American country. Mom's parents were both passed away and she never mentioned any siblings.

Their mother worked various jobs after their father died and she managed to barely support them even with the life insurance payout. He'd even been looking forward to getting a job at the local supermarket after turning sixteen only a few days ago so he could start buying better food and clothing.

"So what do you think will happen to us?" Lindsay asked worriedly. Normally his sister was very positive and upbeat, but even she was hit hard by the sudden loss of their mother.

"If mom doesn't recover, best case scenario we get a foster family in the same school district," Michael concluded. "Maybe Mom has some relatives that we don't know about."

"I don't think so," Lindsay said. "The doctors said she had no family on her contacts. They wouldn't tell me about the other contacts."

Idly he pulled out his handheld gaming console from his backpack and switched it on, attempting to forget about the hopelessness of the situation for just awhile. The game that was in the cartridge was Pokémon Gold. It was obviously old and out of date in comparison to the games that were already out, but he couldn't have afforded to be buying all the new games. This one he had received from a friend who had felt he had gotten too old for pokémon and decided to just give it and his GameBoy color away.

As for himself, he rather liked the game, even if it was old and out of date and already played a great deal by him. There was just something enjoyable about catching and training pokémon.

He started at where he had left off: trying to catch the strong legendary Ho-Oh. His team was as usual not made up of the strongest or the best, but more the ones he liked most. What he did however have was a feraligatr which was strong against fire types like Ho-Oh. He managed to weaken Ho-Oh enough with it to start throwing Ultra Balls at the legendary until after the 20th attempt, Ho-Oh was caught with a click.

Just as he did so, he heard a man's voice interrupt him.

"I wish the real pokémon were that easy to catch and tame. It really would make things a whole lot easier."

Michael and Lindsay both looked up at the bespectacled man who had spoken only a few feet away, curiously dressed in a doctor's white smock, but very clearly not a doctor from the hospital. He had a remarkable resemblance to the professor of the game.

"It's just a game," Michael pointed out.

"That's what most people think, I'm not at all surprised you would think that too after somebody from our world decided to make it into a game for a profit, but I wish to assure you they are very much real," The man said before holding out his hand for him to shake.

Michael took it a bit reluctantly as the man didn't appear to be all there as unless he was very much mistaken he had just suggested that pokémon were somehow real.

"I am Professor Elm, a pokémon Professor," Professor Elm introduced himself proudly, "I'm here out and about in the world at large trying to recruit young people such as yourselves to come discover for themselves the incredible world of pokémon, although there's a different reason why I came to you."

Even though he had to admit that Professor Elm did bear a very striking resemblance to the figure he had known in the games, the fact that he was actually claiming to be him only seemed to better confirm just how deluded he was. Perhaps he had somehow escaped from the hospital's psychiatric ward.

"Um, why recruit people?" Lindsay questioned, seeming to disregard the fact that Professor Elm was obviously crazy. Well she probably still did, but was nice enough to at least pretend to take him seriously.

Lindsay had a way about her in that regard. She was happy and friendly towards everyone and never let anything get to her. In addition to her gorgeous black hair, she was a bit taller than Michael despite being only a year older.

He decided to ask Elm almost jokingly as even if Elm was crazy he at least seemed entertaining, "So how could Pokemon exist and hardly anyone know about it other than apparently you? It from another planet or dimension?"

Unlike his sister, he tended to be a bit more cautious and skeptical of people, although unlike her he would have to consider himself to be average in the looks department with his short black hair, and stood decently tall at maybe 5'9".

Elm smiled, seeming unconcerned if it appeared he wasn't being taken entirely seriously and said, "Well the pokémon world is still very much a part of this one, it's just sort of more out of the way and less noticeable than most places and I'm pretty sure it's got some space displacement thing going on. I've tried with science to be able to fully explain it but so far my research has proven inconclusive. The way I like to explain it to young people however is that the pokémon world is sort of like a pokéball. The ball's size in comparison to the pokémon it contains should never be big enough to hold it and yet it does. The pokémon world kind of works on a similar principle. There are inconsistencies of space-time that go unnoticed and the worlds are connected in ways that are highly improbably to find in the short term, yet over the long term the worlds invariably affect each other's evolution."

"They wouldn't happen to conveniently speak English in this world?" Michael injected sarcastically.

"The common language is actually much closer to Spanish, which I believe you know. It's very much based on Latin. English was relatively easy for me to learn when your government came into contact our world for a brief time. It's important to note that the word pokémon was just used invent in this world for marketing.

"In fact, the language actually has a lot to do with where we have to go to get to our world. The strongest connection between our unexplored region of the Amazon rainforest with it containing far more lands and areas than should ever be geographically possible. So far it's mostly unknown to most humans of the outside world with a few individuals such as myself sort of bridging the gap between the two of them."

"So let's assume for a moment that what you are saying is true and pokémon are real," Lindsay questioned as too polite to just to treat 'Elm' like was simply crazy, "why want us to come there?"

Professor Elm merely shrugged and said, "Your grandfather was a friend of my dad. I guess it could be considered a family debt. My father only was able to become a trainer because of him. Even after his death, my contacts in this world kept tabs on your mom and informed me of her dire condition and her children's predicament."

While it sounded rather fantastical, Michael finally just decided to come out and ask, "So you wouldn't happen to have proof would you?"

A strange glint appeared in Professor Elm's eye as he said, "I don't need to prove anything honestly. Your mother already knew my world existed for quite some time. Her condition is improving and I explained the whole deal to her. You better study up on the language. By your mother's authority, you will be coming whether you believe or not."

A week later and Michael was still trying to comprehend the world he now found himself in. Just last week he'd been part of a normal school, had normal friends, and tried to live a normal life. As he looked around Professor Elm's lab, he couldn't help but think, This…this is definitely not normal. This…was something else. Everywhere were signs that much of what he had always thought mere make-believe was real. Pokémon were real. At least the world there were from was real. It was much more advanced technologically, but Michael hasn't seen any creatures like pokémon at all.

At first he had been very skeptical but after Professor Elm had been able to prove that he was not in fact a crackpot by showing him some things from the pokémon world that he simply couldn't explain away, he and Lindsay had very seriously considered his offer. It at least sounded a lot better than their alternatives. Besides after having played the games so much he felt like it would actually be easy for him by now and he had a certain desire to go and catch pokémon only in the real world. Speaking of the real world Professor Elm still claimed the two world were a part of each other but didn't understand the scientific explanation that followed as to how that could be. At any rate, he could at least tell they got here from South America, having taken a plane, a bus, a cart pulled by a donkey, and then simply walked the final day to their destination through a likely mostly unexplored part of the jungle, but at last they had gotten there to Professor Elm's lab near New Bark Town. Apparently they would be getting a chance to go to the actual town after getting their first pokémon, graciously provided by Professor Elm like in the games.

As he stared at the oddly familiar looking stand where there rested three pokeballs, a certain feeling of excitement came upon him. Very soon he would be getting his first pokémon, a real one this time and start his pokémon journey.

"Michael, I see you're excited to get your first moemon, as most trainers are," Elm noted with a smile.

"Is it the same three choices as the game?" Michael asked hopefully.

The Johto region that they were in just so happened to be the same one he had played most often on his Pokemon Gold version.

"Yes. We have cyndaquil the fire type, totodile the water type, and chikorita the grass type," Elm confirmed proudly, "so where is your sister to get her moemon?"

"Probably still getting ready," Michael answered. Professor Elm had been gracious enough to provide them with some rudimentary basic supplies, but Lindsay was still likely going over them to make sure she had everything she would need. He had done the same, but had been anxious enough that he'd gone on ahead of her.

"Well then, since I can tell you are so eager I'll let you just go ahead," Professor Elm told him, "you better hurry up before she shows up and maybe tries to claim the one you wanted."

Each of the pokéballs had a label. Michael already knew which pokémon he was going to get, having used it many times, and decided its nickname was going to be Bubbles.

"I choose this one," he said picking the pokéball up with the word 'totodile' in it.

"Are you sure, you don't even know if it's a boy or a girl," Professor Elm pointed out.

"The name I have for it isn't really gender specific."

At that, Professor Elm suddenly seemed a bit nervous before replying:

"Ummm, there are some things we don't let the Outside World know about pokémon. It's a bit different from the games."

"What do you mean, Professor?"

At that Professor Elm got yet more nervous looking and then suggested:

"You should have a look at your moemon. They are very much different from what you're used to…"

Of course, they wouldn't look like a cartoon, so he couldn't help but wonder what a real life totodile will look like during the entire journey here. If it was a horrific monster, that may be sort of awesome. Michael looked down at the pokéball and pressed the button to expand it. He then threw the pokéball and in a flash of red light, the pokémon was released. He had been mentally prepping himself for some sort of possibly terrifying creature, but instead well…

It was a girl. She was dressed up like a totodile and even had light blue hair with a red stripe, but she was a typically light skinned human and could certainly never have been mistaken for a baby crocodile. She had ocean blue eye and looked quite like her about his age even. She was slightly shorter than Michael and she looked fit and unblemished. The girl also was nervously standing there straining to keep her face up as if she didn't want to be here. To say he was shocked at what came out was an understatement.

"Professor, what is this girl doing here?!" he demanded hesitantly pointing at what should have reasonably been some sort of magical reptile.

"She's your moemon. This is what pokémon are like in the real world."

Michael stepped back in confusion and disbelief before saying all in a rush:

"But, she's a girl, in a pokéball, like what you carry around on your belt, and she has to battle, and be a pokémon ,or moemon, with a bunch of other moemon in the same party, with one trainer, any trainer, who can catch girls with pokéballs, and do whatever they want with them, and it's a girl in a pokéball, with me all the time. Do you expect me to go catching other girls in pokéballs and just carry them around?"

"Well, if you want to make a living, yes" said the professor matter-of-factly, seeming pleased that he understood it all so easily. Elm could really be annoying at just how mostly unconcerned he was about all of this.

Personally while he apparently understood it, it didn't somehow make it any easier.

"Excuse me," The pokémon said in that language Michael and Lindsay had to learn, looking over at Professor Elm and sounding a bit hopeful, "is this my new trainer?"

"Yes, I think this is a good one for you," Professor Elm confirmed with a slight smile.

A female voice came from the front of the lab interrupting them. "Oh my god, she is so cute!"

Michael's sister Lindsay had arrived at the scene.

Professor Elm then told her, "Yes Lindsay, this is the first secret of the 'pokémon' world. We did our best to kept this secret from the rest of the outside world. This here is Michael's totodile."

"Pleased to meet you," the totodile said politely.

"Aren't you precious," Lindsay said, much less bothered by the totodile's very humanlike appearance than him. She did like cute things. "Are all pokémon like you?"

This situation was getting just a bit too weird for him, Michael thought. He figured the best way to handle it was to do something he'd only seen done in the anime.

"Totodile, return!" Michael commanded as he grasped the pokeball and the girl suddenly turned into red light and disappeared into her pokéball.

Lindsay made an exaggerated frown to express her disappointment at having her conversation with the first moemon she had ever seen cut short, but then turned towards the stand where the remaining two moemon were located and looked each over and after some encouragement from Professor Elm finally made a decision as to which she wanted.

"I hope the cyndaquil is going to be just as adorable," Lindsay concluded before grabbing the cyndaquil ball and releasing the moemon inside, "cyndaquil I choose you,"

One again, something very unlike a small creature emerged from a pokéball. The cyndaquil seemed quite happy to be outside of the pokéball however as he immediately turned towards Lindsay in well practiced enthusiasm and asked "Are you going to name me something cool?"

Lindsay smiled widely, obviously pleased with her choice as she gushed.

"You're so cute. I was thinking Faith, actually. It's a beautiful name I think," Lindsay said. Michael thought this one was a boy though.

"But that's a girl's name." The cyndaquil pointed out disappointingly.

"You're a boy?" Lindsay questioned in surprise. Her mind must have been in some sort of cute mode. "I'm so sorry!"

"Yes, I'm a boy," the cyndaquil confirmed seeming unoffended by her confusion over his gender. Michael couldn't help but think he was raised to accommodate whoever his trainer would be. "I'll be taller and have more muscles when I evolve."

The cyndaquil may had made the masculine faux paus of being short for his age, but he seemed to be secure with his gender even with Lindsay's misjudgement. Michael thought back to the totodile, and reminded himself that she clearly had long hair, a skirt, breasts and other feminine features, as opposed the the cyndaquil's short shorts and lanky body. Would she get taller and more muscular when she evolved or would her feminine features be enhanced? Why did it matter to him? He knew, but didn't like the answer. This whole thing was starting to make very weird and disturbing sense.

"No, this is just wrong. These are supposed to be animals. This is just slavery!" Michael exclaimed out of frustration.

He understood slavery. Slavery was technically banned in every country, but it didn't mean it didn't happen. He was all too familiar where he was from or even in the United States where people were forced to subject themselves into slavery due to a desire to escape poverty or other difficult circumstances, for women often as prostitutes. This sounded so much like that, he was absolutely disgusted by such an idea. For Lindsay it hadn't really sunk in yet, she was still just focusing on how cute the moemon were, not what it all meant in the overall scheme. Once she did however, he expected even her normally cheery disposition to falter.

"You should think of it as a friendship then, or partnership, or maybe even as lovers," Elm said, trying to reassure him.

"It'll be a forced relationship, no better than rape!" Michael insisted angrily, annoyed he had been tricked into coming here in the first place.

"Before you go using language like that out in society, please understand that to many people in this world, a lot words like slavery traditionally only applies to humans," Professor Elm attempted to explain, "but aren't you a bit ahead of yourself? Why don't you sit down and allow me to explain?"

However still feeling like he had somehow been tricked by Elm, he really wasn't in the mood to sit down and listen to whatever reasoning Elm might have for making slavery okay.

"No, this is utter nonsense," Michael yelled as he stormed out of the lab.

Outside Michael marched over to the forest, although he wouldn't go too far in case something bad happen. He went over to a less traveled pass. When the buildings were right outside of the view he noticed the pokéball still in his hand. Did he really just bring the girl with him? He was almost thinking that he left the girl behind at Professor Elm's lab. It was hard to believe that there was a living breathing girl somehow inside there trapped the object he held so thoughtlessly.

This wasn't at all what he had been expecting when he had agreed to come here and yet now here he was. Besides if he was to leave right now how would he get home? He'd have to rely upon Elm to get him back and really where would he go anyway? Who and where could he turn to otherwise? Worse yet, what if he actually regretted leaving this world behind without giving it a chance.

Whatever the situation he now found himself in, it appeared he was now stuck in it. He looked down again at the pokéball, with the helpless girl inside. He should at least give her a chance.