Sooo... this is my first fanfic in a long, long time. In case you guys are wondering what the heck happened with my HongPiri lemon, it got deleted. So I was really bummed out for a very long time. During that time period, I played Pokemon Sun and Moon nonstop, and I also played Ultra Sun and Ultra Moon, but the latter's story was crap compared to the originals. But, I'm getting a little bit ahead of myself. I've watched Gundam Wing not too long ago, and as far as 90's anime goes, it met my expectations. Then I wondered, "Why not make a crossover fanfic of GW and Pokemon?" And so, this happened.
This fanfic takes place approximately a few weeks after Sun and Moon, and it features my Trainer OC, Remilia, who is also my player avatar. Here's the ref sheet for her on my DeviantArt: pokemonsonicgirl123/art/Remilia-ref-sheet-768978826 And here's her alternate outfits and profile: pokemonsonicgirl123/art/Remilia-Alternate-Outfits-748055631
pokemonsonicgirl123/art/Remilia-s-Official-Profile-748084684
Please take your time to copy-paste the links so you can have a look-see, as well as reading her profile.
Also, I hope you enjoy this fanfic and leave a review. Thank you all! 3
Chapter 1 - Paradox Start
*~Ruins - Pokémon Sun and Moon~*
A light breeze blows over Melemele Island, leaves from various trees dancing in the sunlight. The sound of the leaves make a beautiful yet ominous ambient noise against the moss-covered stone walls that belie the Ruins of Conflict at the end of Mahalo Trail.
During the period of beautiful ambience, two teenage boys-one with tousled dark brown hair, the other with a large long bang of a lighter color-lie unconscious in different positions just a few yards away from the entrance of the Ruins of Conflict. The cool breeze prickling their skin through their clothing made them stir. The dark-haired boy was the first to roll onto his back slowly, his dark green tank top catching dust in the back, his skin-tight bicycle shorts glistening slightly in the tropical sunlight. He rubbed his sapphire blue eyes as he sat up.
The boy, Heero Yuy, looked around his surroundings. He and his companion Trowa Barton (who is also just getting up), are obviously in a jungle-possibly near some temple. He also attempted to jog his memory of what had happened just before he fell unconscious. He remembers fighting alongside his comrades against White Fang, OZ's mobile dolls and their stronghold Libra, and just then, from the corner of his eye in Wing Zero's cockpit, there was a flash of blue light, causing the computer to go haywire just before Heero saw all black. He wondered if he and Trowa actually got transported to this place, possibly through either dimensional or time travel.
Heero turned to the other boy, Trowa Barton, who was holding his head for whatever pain he might have just from landing here. "Are you alright?"
Trowa sighed, his green eyes meeting Heero's. "I think so," he replied.
Heero let out an exhale and got up, with the Heavyarms pilot following suit, the latter dusting off this gray pants and dark teal turtleneck.
"Did we just get transported to here?" Trowa asked.
"Who knows?" Heero replied. "I don't even know if we travelled to a different dimension or different timeline."
"Or it could be neither of those things and we just got teleported to this place that's likely to be somewhere on Earth."
"I wouldn't say that. Look."
The green-eyed pilot looked in the direction Heero was facing. He stared at the wall, eyes paying attention to every intricate marking of the entrance. The most intriguing detail is the yellow spot at the top of the entrance. What does this even mean?
"From the looks of the entrance," Heero spoke up. "I don't think this is something you would normally see in a temple, shrine or whatever this might be."
"I'm beginning to think you're right," Trowa said.
There was a brief silence between them before the Heavyarms pilot spoke. "Although I am more worried about the others."
Heero tilted his head slightly to the ground, his light gold sneakers just barely entering his vision. The others… he wondered if they all got pulled into the same blue light as himself and Trowa. He didn't want to believe it; he didn't want to think this might be the case. But if it did happen to the two of them, then that would mean that they've got to be around here somewhere, right?
*~No BGM*~
Suddenly, Heero's line of thought was interrupted when he heard a rustling noise in the shrubbery near him and Trowa. His eyes darted to the moving leaves and slowly reached for his handgun tucked into the back of his bicycle shorts.
But just as he was about to pull it out, a long green head popped up, catching the Gundam pilots off-guard. Their eyes widened a little as the creature-who looks vaguely like a dragon-only looked straight back at them. Upon further examination, the dragon creature appears to have red glass-like circular membranes over its actual eyes and green antennae.
The dragon creature looked at them quizzically, tilting its head. This action led Heero to relax his grip a little on his gun, but still kept the suspicious look on his face. That definitely confirmed his and Trowa's hunches that they're in a different dimension.
"Hey, Flygon, what did you see just now?" a girl's voice is heard.
Seemingly in response, the dragon creature raised its rhombus red-trimmed wings and flapped its way out of the bushes and lands in front of the two slightly (keyword "slightly," knowing them) flabbergasted Gundam pilots. The dragon creature hunched down a little, and a girl climbs off top of it.
The girl seems to be a year younger than them-albeit short with a large bust-and has wavy pink hair with brown tints, bright blue eyes, a white midriff-baring tank top with gray-and-pink heart patterns, light blue short shorts, white over-the-knee socks, red and black trekking shoes, a white shoulder bag, a hot pink fanny pack, a strange armband, a black leg band, and a reddish-pink spotted trucker hat.
"Um, who are you guys?" the girl asked. "You don't look like you're from Alola."
The pilots' eyes hardened a little, unsure of what to say or how to respond. There was only a little relief that the girl dresses in modern clothing like they do, the armband notwithstanding, but, as Gundam pilots, they have been following their orders to keep their status as Gundam pilots as unknown as possible, even if it's another dimension or different timeline.
*~Kimi to no Hito Toki (A Moment With You) - 2nd Super Robot Wars OG~*
"You're from Unova, aren't you?" the girl asked again, breaking Trowa and Heero from their thoughts. "I can tell from the way you dress. Nineties and eighties fashions are a huuuuge thing in Unova."
Unova? Alola? This is getting confusing for even Heero and Trowa by the second the longer they stare at her. But, on the other hand, the girl did say nineties fashion, since it made a rather long-standing popular comeback to the After Colony era, so saying so might function as a cover story for them
"Yes," Heero replied. "We are from Unova."
"We were doing some sightseeing but we got separated from our friends," Trowa added.
"You were?" the girl asked almost skeptically. "Hey, since you're from Unova, do you two go to U-squared?"
Heero blinked only once. "U-squared?"
"Yeah, U-squared. Unova University. It's also in Castelia City, I think. Well, on the inner outskirts, anyway."
Heero rummaged through his brain to search for an accurate-as possible answer when Trowa cut in.
"That's the other name for Unova University?"
The girl shrugged. "That's what my late dad told me."
"Your father also went to Unova University?" Heero asked.
"Yup. He was always calling it U-squared."
"We weren't familiar with that term. Actually, we've never heard of anyone use that term. We've always heard of... Unoversity."
The girl burst into a fit of giggles. "That's a really dumb name for Unova University! Oh, yeah!" She then extended her hand to Heero. "My name is Remilia. I'm a Pokémon Trainer. What're your names?"
Heero hesitantly took Remilia's hand and shook it lightly. "Heero Yuy."
Trowa did the same once the Wing pilot was done. "Trowa Barton. It's really nice to meet you."
"Hey, much obliged," Remilia replied. "If you guys would like, I'll help you find your friends. They're from U-squared too, right?"
"Actually, that would be great," Trowa replied took up the offer.
"Well, here." Remilia paced to the dragon creature and patted its side with her hand. "We'll search by air and ground. A ride Pokémon like Flygon here can easily carry three, so it should be all right."
"But you say this… Flygon carries only three," said Heero.
"Well, at least it's better than being carried by one," said Remilia reassuringly as she climbed up on the padded seat strapped around the Flygon. "Having its claws dig into your clothes or skin is no fun, believe me."
Neither boy said anything as they climbed up the Flygon (Heero first, Trowa last) and Heero wrapping his arms around Remilia's waist (with Trowa doing the same to Heero), only placing his hands on her tank top where her stomach is.
"Shall we get going?" said Remilia, gripping the handle bars. "Hold on tight, now. Flygon, let's go!"
Flygon complied, and lifted itself, Remilia and the two pilots into the air with a few strong hearty flaps and thrusts itself high into the blue Alolan sky.
As amazing as it is to ride a Flygon or some other flight creature, neither Heero nor Trowa were really feeling it (to them, it's no different from flying in the sky or space while in their Gundams or any other mobile suit). All they ever worried about whether it was right to play along with what Remilia suggested or speculated and make a fib out of it just for the sake of secrecy. On the other hand, if Heero and Trowa just tell her that they're actually Gundam pilots from a different dimension and timeline, there is absolutely no way that she would believe them, maybe call them delusional LARPers. Though neither said anything to each other, they both readily understood that they would have to play along as university students from another country (or region, or whatever she or this world calls it), at least until they find their friends, retrieve their Gundams and find a way to get back home. Although that does bring up the question: where would their Gundams even be, if Heero and Trowa and possibly the others got dumped into this dimension?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Melemele Meadow~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*~Grass Land (World 1) - Kirby's Epic Yarn~*
The yellow flowers swayed against the unconscious figure lying in the wide fields. The blonde boy stirred and awoke, sitting himself up in a comfortable position. Quatre Raberba Winner's turned his head in different directions, his aqua blue eyes registering his new surroundings. He's in a rocky field full of bright yellow flowers, their petals scattering and dancing in the breeze. What in the world just happened to him? His Sandrock Gundam? What about the others? Did they land into the same dimension as he, but possibly in different areas?
Quatre moved one of his hands to someplace else to stand himself up, but stopped immediately when he heard a squeak. Sitting himself down in a different position, but suddenly going still, he gradually moved his hand away from the spot where he heard the squeak. It was just another yellow flower. Was that sound all in his head? But, upon looking a little closer, this flower is slightly larger and shaped differently.
A tiny, white head with beady eyes suddenly popped out. Quatre made a startled sound and swiftly drew his hand away, eyes wide. Is this thing a toy lost by some child? Or is it something else almost entirely?
The little white creature latched itself onto the flower-which is noticeably larger than itself-by the pistil and floated towards a still-shocked Quatre, its little black beady eyes in direct contact with wide aquamarine orbs.
The little white creature tilted its head in curiosity, and hovered around the Sandrock pilot, almost as if it's examining him. Quatre relaxed almost immediately and chuckled as he put out his hand, palm exposed, as if gesturing the little fairy-like creature to land on it.
The little creature simply stared at it, but did not do anything. Instead, it turned to the other direction and made a few small squeaks.
Other creatures either identical or similar to the little creature emerged from the yellow flowers, each of them carrying the same large flower the creature was carrying, others-the slightly bigger and different-looking ones-carry an even bigger flower, but by the stem and above their heads. Elsewhere, even more creatures that look vaguely like bee flies or fairies emerged from a few treeholes.
Quatre faced the direction the fairy creature was facing and turned his head the other way where the bee fly-like fairies are coming towards him. He was concerned, but he didn't sense any hostility coming from both parties.
One light yellow bipedal fairy creature fluttered a circle around him, creating an echoing chirp as it did. Quatre chuckled sheepishly as it flew away from him. A smaller bee fly creature buzzed around him in the same manner as the other similar-looking fairy creature. Another yellow fairy creature landed on the palm of his extended hand, with what appears to be a curious expression on its face.
Quatre let a smile form on his face as he uses his index finger to gently pet the fairy creature's head. The creature purred slightly at the gentle rubbing. He directed his head to his surroundings yet again. This time, he's surrounded by a lot of flower fairy creatures, each and all of them making cute noises of chatter consisting of curiosity and wonder, as if discussing where the Gundam pilot had come from. Everything looks so nice here, he thought. There are actual fairies in this world, and they're floating and fluttering around me right now. It almost… feels like a dream.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~Meanwhile, Outside of Melemele Meadow~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*No BGM*
Flygon landed towards the rocky entrance to Melemele Meadow after flying around for less than ten minutes, crouching down to let Heero, Trowa, and an apparently irritated Remilia jump off the sand dragon Pokémon.
"So it's just a few Fairy-type Pokémon in there," Remilia said to the Dragon-type with a huff. "It's not like they're out to get you."
Flygon let out a low growl as if to say that this is far that it's going to take the three teenagers. Remilia puffed her cheeks in response, frowning.
"In any case," Trowa spoke up. "I think we should start our search here. You did say we could look by air and ground."
The pink-haired girl turned to face the taller teen, with a light scowl still present on her face. "I know that. I just wish that Flygon would simply land us into Melemele Meadow, as in, smack-dab in the middle of of it, on the rocks, better than on the flowers, actually. But apparently, he decided to be a chicken about it and, like, not do it."
"Is there a particular reason why this might be?" Heero asked.
"Well, Flygon here is a dual Dragon/Ground type. Dragon's weak to Fairy. Fairy's immune to Dragon. Melemele Meadow's got plenty of Fairy-type Pokémon, which is why Flygon here was hesitant on landing directly in it."
"Really," Trowa said.
"Ride Pokémon are raised to be what it says on the box. What I don't get is why would this Flygon be afraid of Fairy-type Pokémon if it's not trained to be a regular fighting Pokémon for general battles. I mean, I get it's part Dragon-type, but that's hardly a good freaking reason."
"Or it could be," Trowa took a couple paces towards Remilia, after a brief moment of speculation. "Just like what you said, and it might actually be a good reason."
She raised her brows, a little surprised. "What do you mean?"
"You said that Dragon is weak against Fairy," he explained. "I might not be an expert on battling, or rather, I am not yet an expert on Pokémon, but I have been around them long enough to understand what they fear. In the case of Flygon being afraid of Fairy-types, even if it's raised solely to be a ride Pokémon, it doesn't mean you should berate it for being so afraid of just one-or possibly more-types it's weak against. You might be possibly labelled as a bad Trainer if you do just that."
Remilia swallowed as she stared at Trowa, a light blush appearing on her cheeks. She tilted her head down slightly in a vain effort to hide the colored cheeks. "I never really force any of my Pokémon to do something if they don't want to."
"And you can't force ride Pokémon like Flygon to do what it doesn't want to either."
"I wasn't doing that either…"
"Whatever the case may be, I think your irritation towards it is a little uncalled for."
Remilia knew from Trowa's eyes that he's very much right. (Being a university student studying Pokémon, that's a given.) She was wrong to be a little irritated at Flygon just for being afraid of Fairy-types. She does get irritated with her team from time to time, but she never lets it out onto them. She also loves Pokémon more than anything, and firmly believes that all Pokémon have the potential to be something regardless if it's battling, transport, or Poké Ride. And yet, she seems only to be irritated towards her ride Pokémon, like she was with Flygon just now. In the end, she always felt guilty for being so, but she never expected to be lectured by someone like Trowa. She must be feeling like a hypocrite right now.
She swallowed again and reached into her messenger bag and took out her green ride pager, with a special ball in the circular loop. She took the ball out and pointed the center button towards Flygon, and a beam of bright red light shoots out of it, engulfing Flygon and its ride gear and quickly absorbed it back into the ball. Remilia then placed the ball back in its place and put her ride pager away. She turned on her feet towards the Melemele Meadow entrance, but facing Trowa and Heero awhile. "Let's just go inside to the meadow," she said. "We could probably find your friends there, or at least one of them."
"Let's go," said Heero as he and Trowa followed her through the entrance.
The trio then walked into and through it, which is actually a very short tunnel with the top absent. In the nonetheless longer distance, Remilia spotted a blonde individual with a light pink shirt, violet vest, and dark khaki pants sitting in the middle of the field of yellow flowers, surrounded by a lot of what she could make out as Cutiefly, Ribombee, Flabébé and Floette surrounding him. This observation caused her to stop in her tracks, somewhat flabbergasted. Just what the heck is that guy doing? she thought.
"Quatre!" Trowa called, walking ahead of Remilia. The girl followed suit, with Heero simply coming last.
Remilia stopped at the edge of the flower field, with Heero not too far behind, as Trowa walked towards Quatre.
The latter broke out of his dream-like state and slowly stood up (while being gentle with the Fairy Pokémon) the look of joy and relief shadowing his face. "Trowa! Oh, thank goodness you're alright! Where's Heero, Duo and Wufei? Are they with you?"
"Heero's right behind me!" Remilia called, directing her thumb towards the other boy. "Those Duo or Wufei guys, I have no idea." Much less I know who the heck they are or what they look like...
*~Apartments - Kirby's Epic Yarn~*
Quatre and Trowa walked through the flowers towards her. "At the very least, I'm relieved to see that Trowa and Heero are all right. What's your name, by the way?"
"Remilia. And you must be... Quatre, right?"
"Yes. Quatre Raberba Winner."
"Pretty nice full name."
"Thank you. I think yours is beautiful as well."
"Thanks! My dad named me after one of his favorite video game characters. Well, actually, I wouldn't say favorite, but he thought it was a pretty cool name regardless."
"Really? That's pretty nice."
"Now that we've found Quatre, we should also look for Duo and Wufei next," Heero spoke up. "They could be somewhere on this island."
"Wouldn't matter if we tried to look," Remilia replied. "Melemele island's pretty small amongst the the other islands, two of the smallest being Poni and Exeggutor Island."
There was only a second of silence amongst the three boys. "Exeggutor Island?" Quatre became the first to say.
"Yeah, Exeggutor Island. It's only open for trial-goers or those who have gone through the island challenge, though."
"Island challenge?" Quatre said.
"Trial-goers?" Heero followed suit.
"Oh, I can tell you as much as I could about it while we're looking for your friends, but not in a place like this."
"Understandable. Let's go."
"Yup! Let's go!"
The now four teenagers exited out of Melemele Meadow a short time later. Remilia reached into her messenger bag to get out her ride pager once again, but pressed a button next to the tiny pictograph of a bull, said pictograph brightening up. The special Poké Ball briefly glowed a bright blue. Remilia removed the ball and it opened up, releasing a bright bluish-white light taking form of a Tauros with a uniquely designed saddle and handlebars. This surprised Quatre, Trowa and Heero (sort of for the latter two; their expressions were rather slight), but Remilia interpreted it as having never seen one before, which makes her wonder if they've ever seen a Bouffalant, since Bouffalant are native to Unova. She repeated the process once more, this time with a Mudsdale.
"There!" she says as she puts her ride pager away. "Hopefully this solves everything."
She then approached the ride Tauros and hoisted herself upon it. "Anybody wanna join me? A couple of you might wanna ride Mudsdale, though."
The three pilots looked at each other, deciding who should ride with Remilia and which two people would ride on the Mudsdale.
"I guess I should ride with her," Heero said as he approached the Tauros and propped himself up.
"We'll take the... Mudsdale, then," said Trowa as he climbed onto the saddle on its back. Quatre followed along, but Trowa had to help him up because the equine Pokémon was taller than the Sandrock pilot had expected. Taller than the horses he's seen back in their world.
"Alright," said Remilia as she turned the Tauros around in the opposite direction. "The bridge ahead can't support both of the Pokémon's weight, let alone Mudsdale's actual weight, and using it on public routes in outlawed, so we'll have to ride to Big Wave Beach. It's right behind the motel on Route 2."
"Big Wave Beach?" Quatre asked.
Remilia smirked at the blonde boy. "You'll see. Now onward."
With those words, both Tauros and Mudsale lightly trotted away towards the barren rocky cliff wilderness that is Route 3. As nice as this is, the Gundam pilots are dreading of what might be to come, and the sunny, clean atmosphere is not helping them one little bit.
I should tell you right about now that those lines you see from time to time, the one with the music notes? They're actually BGM music. I've used that before, but they're on DeviantART and these are usually embedded YouTube videos. I'm thinking about starting up a new YouTube channel for music to listen along while reading stories, preferably fanfiction. I hope you enjoyed this first chapter, please read and review! I've got four more of this written up, so I should be posting these every few days, depending on my schedule. See you guys around!