LDD: Answer to the first questions I think I will get asked by readers.

Q: Is the Demoonica in this story the same one as in my BishiWorld stories?

A: Yes and No. You will find out more details in the story because I'm not giving things away up here.

Q: Do I need to read those huge BishiWorld stories to understand this story?

A: No. Related very loosly to several other stories I have posted, but there is no need to read those first. You will be confused by some referances though in chapter one.

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Pocket Monster Black and White Life

by

Lady Demoonica Darkmoon

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CHAPTER 1 : The Begining

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Demoonica opened her eyes to the early moring sun. She felt good for being where she was... wait, shouldn't she not really feel anything, considering? She sat up quickly and glanced around the room. She didn't recognize any of it as hers. There was an alarm clock, set to go off in another ten minutes. It was shaped like a Pokemon-seibutsu... she tried to remember it's name, Pikachu? Some yellow mouse-thing anyway. Actually, the room seemed to have several items shaped like various critters.

"Demi!" Came a voice from outside the room's door. "Is your alarm-" The alarm on the clock started sounding. "Never mind."

Demoonica turned off the alarm and scooted out of bed. 'Okay,' she thought to herself, 'where am I?' She stood up and realized she couldn't have even been her saddly short height of five-foot tall. She lifted her hands, yep, tiny delicate and smooth. Not her hands in quite a great many years. She needed a mirror. Once she found it, well it wasn't much of a shock not to recognize the face looking back at her. The hair was lighter, about a mid-brown color and her eyes were blue. Augh, what was this kid doing to her hair before now? She looked like Sailor Moon. Well... really... size wise, she looked like she had UFO's on her head.

Demoonica sighed. There was a knock at the door. "Demi? Are you up, you'll be late to meet your partner."

"Uh, almost! I can't decide what to wear!" Demoonica said as she looked around frantically. Gah, what was she doing here? Why wasn't she in the afterlife Yami swore existed? Where was here?

"Really." The door opened and a brown haired woman shook her head at 'Demi'. "You picked out at least five different outfits last night and spent eight hours picking between them... and you still didn't choose?"

"Eh..." Demooncia giggled nervously and rubbed the back of her head, a habbit she'd picked up over the years from her closest friends.

The woman sighed. "I knew this would happen. Here," she pulled an outfit off the dresser top, "I put together one of your favorite outfits."

"Oh? Thank you... uh..."

"Demi, are you alright? You look pale... we could put off becoming a trainer for another year. Twelve is too young these days to be heading out in the world. And after what you have already been through." The woman paused. "Oh, but we found you a partner. It's so difficult to set those up, we did just move here..."

"I'm fine!" Demoonica insisted and grabbed the clothes from the woman. "I'll, uh, just change and be down quickly." She pushed the woman out the door and breathed a sigh of relief when it was closed once more. "Ra, what have I gotten into now?" She asked.

She dressed quickly, and stared at her reflection in the mirror... This was the girl's favorite outfit? What was she? Nine?

The hat fell to the floor and Demoonica grabbed the brush. Down came the rediculusly oversized dumpling shaped hair buns and she gave it a thurough brushing. Then she put them back up... "Soon as I'm out of this house these things are going the way of the DoDo Bird." She grumbled.

She rushed down the stairs, wow it had been a few years last time she moved around this well. But that came with being 'old' so she couldn't say anything bad about it. Do you know how many people don't make it to being considered old? Soon as she made it to the bottom she was stopped by the same woman, likely the girl's mother, her hair style sure seemed to match.

"Demi, I made you a packed lunch. Here is your backpack, all ready just like I promissed." The woman held out the items.

"Thanks." Demoonica took the offered items.

"Be careful, your partner should be waiting for you near the lookout."

Demoonica found herself standing on the street. Had she just been kicked out of her own home with a bag lunch and a satchel? She'd not even been offered breakfast! What kind of parent did that woman think she was?! She spun around on the spot, but the door was already closed. She stood there a moment glareing at the door. Who in their right mind even let a twelve year old start their training carrier? With a sigh she moved away, heading randomly into the town. She caught a sign declaring the place to be 'Aspertia City' but she didn't recognise the name. Where on the planet had she ended up? It was obviously a trainer town. She needed to find a Center. She wondered around the city ending up near the water instead of the building she'd hoped to find. She looked at her reflection in the calm water. Auh, her hair! Quickly she pulled her long brown hair out of the rediculous style.

"Heh."

Demoonica jumped and loooked around to see a young teenaged boy. This was not odd, she'd likely drawn several people's attention throughout the morning. What did surprise her was he was nearly an identical copy of her daughter Damia's oldest son. "Kei-"

"Keiran." He held his hand out to her a bit stiffly. "And considering you know my name, I guess that meens you are the girl my parents set up a partnership with." He frowned when Demoonica didn't shake his hand. He let it drop to the side. "Demi, right?" He asked, now sounding unsure.

"Ah... actually, Demoonica." She said holding up her index finger.

"Eh, Demi nickname is fine." He shook his head. "When you didn't show up, the assistant made me go looking for you. Why are you all the way over here? Don't tell me you got lost in this small a town?"

"Sort of."

"Great, you don't look like you'll be a strong partner anyway. Cute, but not strong." He turned and walked away. "Keep up, we are way behind now because of you. I don't have time for this."

Demoonica frowned and caught up to the boy. He may look like the Keiran she knew, but this boy acted nothing like him. "You are being quite rude, you know."

Keiran shrugged. "You shouldn't have been late."

They arrived at the lookout she was supose to have gone to that morning after much walking. It was on the northern edge of the town. I young blond woman, likely no older than eighteen was waiting for them. This turned out to be the 'assistant' Keiran had mentioned, Bianca. "Glad to see you are safe." She said shyly when the two of them arrived. "Here are the three Pokemon the professor sent. I know Kei already has a Pokemon, so you get choice."

Demoonica paused to take in all of the information. Seibutsu? Pokemon-Seibutsu at that. So 'both' partners, a human one and a Seibutsu one. What was going on here? Really? She didn't know much about Pokemon themselves, Damia had always been the beast-master type in the family. So without much thought she chose the Fire-type critter, if only because "fire deals lots of damage easily" as Raine like to say.

"Would you like to give it a name?"

"Nobaka." She said without pause. She wasn't sure they would even get the joke. Bianca sure didn't.

"Okay." Bianca said with a smile. "Here I set up your Dex and registered it all for you first thing!" She handed another Dex to Keiran. "And one for you, too." She rummaged around in her backpack. "Oh, and before I forget." She handed each of them 10 red and white balls. With that done, she left.

'Pokemon, and Pokeballs...' Demoonica had a bad feeling starting.

Soon after this, Keiran sugested they have a training battle, before they left town. Demoonica could see the plan. Get to know each other, get to know your Pokemon, and be near a healing center. He seemed rash, but there was some thought going on in there. She agreed.

She sent out the little Fire-type. It appeared in the same way she was use to her Bishounen appearing, so she began to feel more comfortable. Then Kairan sent out his Pokemon, it seemed to be a Grass-type. She pointed her Dex at it to collect it's data.

"Turtwig." The Dex anounced, and Demoonica simply turned the sound off. She could read it later.

Her Pokemon was a... what had it been called? Cyndaquil? Meh, something like that anyway. "Okay, Nobaka. Fire has the upper hand on Grass, so this should be easy."

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Nurce Joy looked at the scan of the Cyndaquil the girl had brought in... ouch, that looked painful. She handed it over to her Chancy and then looked at the scan for the Turtwig the boy had reluctantly also handed over...

"I can't belive my fire lost to your grass."

Keiran glared at her. "What did you think would happen? All you did was stand there, you didn't even give your Pokemon any direct orders!"

Demoonica looked away, the boy was right. She'd spent her life working with partners that thought for themselves and didn't need direction. She would have to do better, for now. Just until she found out why she'd been shoved into the body of a random twelve-year-old girl. "Calm down, it was only a friendly anyway."

"Calm-" Keiran twitched.

"Here is your Turtwig." Nurce Joy interupted, not realizing she stopped the oncoming angry outburst. He took the Pokeball.

"It is a good fighter." Demoonica said calmly.

Keiran nodded. "I raised Gaia from the time she hatched from her egg."

Nobaka would take a little while longer to heal, so the two of them settled down in the expansive Pokecenter. Demoonica pulled out the packed lunch her 'mother' had given her, while Keiran ordered from the free Center menu for himself and his Turtwig. It wasn't the best food Demoonica had eaten, it was better than her own cooking though. Eh, kid had better be able to cook, she still wasn't anything more than passable as a cook. The time passed quietly.

Finally Joy came over with Demoonica's Pokeball. "Your Cyndaquil is fully healed now."

Demoonica took the ball and released the little fire type. "Quil!" It huffed at her looking quite upset. Demoonica though just reached out, even as it flared the fire on its back, and patted it on the head.

"It's okay. I know I did bad." She didn't seem to pay the fire any notice.

"Doesn't that hurt?" Keiran asked.

"Hm?" Demoonica looked up from the slowly calming Cyndaquil. "Oh, this little flame isn't bad."

Nobaka humphed again. "QUIIIIL!"

Demoonica chuckled. "No not even when it's ritous anger fire, Nobaka." She told the little Pokemon. Then she pulled out the Pokemon Center menu and called out an order for a berry blend for Nobaka.

It was near dusk when Demoonica and Keiran headed to the north exit of Aspertia City. They were stopped by a small girl, once again Demoonica could see the resemblance to another girl she knew in her last life. The little girl marched up to Keiran. "Mama said you forgot the map." She said, a small frown on her face. She held out the electronic map case. The girls eyes moved to Demoonica for a moment and the red-violet color shone in the evening light. Her eyes rounded for a second. Then she took off running down the street.

"Sheesh." Keiran grumbled and shoved the map into his pack. "We'll never get anywhere at this rate."

Demoonica looked at him. "Is there a time limit on where we are going?"

Keiran blinked at her. "Well... no... but we've got to get moving!" He crossed his arms defiantly.

Demoonica shook her head. "If we don't have to be there at any time, then we have as much time as we want. We'll get there when we are ment to get there. Rushing will only get us worn out." She adjusted her own backpack. "But okay."

They left Aspertia City.

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TBC...

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Note on Demoonica's looks, she is the female player-character for Black2/White2 in case anyone is confused. Keiran is the Hugh of this world.

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