Disclaimer: I still don't own Pokemon. It's still Nintendo and Game Freak's. Such a pity, that… My take is so much better than anything the plot monkeys back at Creatures Inc. could come up with! But the The Legend of Zelda franchise is MINE ALL MINE!! Not really, no. Nintendo's as well. Without further ado…begin! (Start moving your eyes downward, across the page _)

Food; a commodity for some, a rarity to others, and a joy to most. A pain in the ass to Dani. The blonde scanned the shelves and cabinets of her downstairs kitchen area for a flavor she felt like eating. She was a disastrous cook, and so lived almost solely off of Devon's Noodle Cupz instant soup and Fizz'N'Bubble soft drinks. Primarily, the later was found in melon flavor. She liked melon. But as yet she was actually running low on both. She made a mental note to go to the Market nearby later, and shoved a water-filled cup of Sweet and Sour Pork flavor into her mini-WaveCook, and waited.

Waiting is one of the worst things one can do when hungry. It dulls all sense but the pangs of the stomach, and the feeling of desire manifest – watering mouth being foremost among them. Focus is disbanded to everywhere, yet centered solely on the forthcoming meal. But something caught the young Oak's eye. A piece of paper taped to her fridge unit. It was…shiny. A glittering, light-reflecting sheet of hot pink notepaper. She shuddered…hot pink… Regardless, she snatched up the paper to scan its contents – she had vegetated to enough Legend of Zelda games to know that if something is shiny, odds are it's important.

Well, moderately important. A simple shopping list scrawled in a neat and somehow flowery hand so completely unlike her own Torchic-scratch that it left little doubt who had written it, and why.

Roseline Oak, her mother and her grandpa's daughter-in-law, had gone off into the wide world. Again. And she had taken a generous amount of supplies with her, leaving a bit of the neutral coinage currency called Poke generally used around the world, in order to repurchase and restock what she had taken. Again. But when did she get back from her last 'outing'? It didn't really matter, but she was still curious.

Let's see now…potions, antidotes, Noodle Cupz. That would explain why she was running so low. Energy drinks, towels… wait, towels? Did anyone actually think of that? Well, her mother was an efficient and effective planner despite coming off on the surface as airy and empty-headed. The only reason she traveled so much was because she was well aware Dani could fend for herself well enough. And if need be Pallet Town and the rest of the Oaks were just a quick jaunt to the south. A loud, perhaps even obstinate beep shook her from her reverie. It was time to eat. Then she would grab her laptop and Porygon's 'Ball and head for the Mart'.

Viridian city was…small. It had only just barely managed to scrape the census statistics for the title of 'city' for the past several years. Really it was more of a county, a suburb of distant Pewter City, whilst Pallet Town – she had no idea how it managed to be called a town with so much open space – was as rural as the Kanto region got. How was it her grandpa liked to describe it again? It was a blank slate, an open pallet untouched by pollution or industry, just waiting to be painted with the colors of the many different people of the world. He was full of that sort of sentimental musing, and most found it kind of endearing. Regardless, the Market was conveniently right near her own home, only a five or so minute walk, and easily recognized as the only building in the entirety of the town with a blue roof. How it managed that was anybody's guess, but Dani entertained an amusing fantasy of the location boss ordering a squadron of Mart'-workers out into the city in the dead of night armed with brushes and paint buckets in every color of the rainbow, sans blue. Ridiculous, but it was amusing nevertheless.

Stepping inside, anyone not already accustomed to the aisles and aisles of goods on high shelves and blue tile floors would be in awe. They had almost anything you could ever need in the Markets as a normal person, though the Viridian branch was a bit low on Trainer supplies. In front of the transparent display counter was a pair of men chattering tensely and in low tones about something. They had an air about them that clashed violently yet blended together, so Dani assumed they were well acquainted and would not move their supposed argument to a more violent level. Still, attempting to pay them as little mind as possible, she couldn't help but notice a few oddities. One was dressed in the pale green jumpsuit of the Global Postage and Delivery Service, his cap – the same pastel tone as his professional attire – pulled low over his eyes, obscuring most of his face along with hanging locks of midnight. Considering the apparent GPDS-worker gave her a chill; there was something faintly…wrong about him, something cold and creepy. The workman's companion – probably a delivery recipient – was dressed in extremely fine clothes that appeared casual at a glance, but were very obviously foreign design, though they did slightly resemble an academy uniform with the navy coat and tie over a white button-up shirt. His snowy white mane caught her attention the most though. White was an uncommon tone even in dye, and never that pure. He had an air of refinement about him, but his olive eyes were cool, flat, and calculating even as for a brief moment, they locked with Dani's own onyx ones. Those eyes alone were more unnerving than the postman's entire being, and with a small squeak of surprise, she found herself scurrying away, barely remembering to grab the things she needed along the way, quickly filling her arms as she had forgotten to grab a basket.

When at last she returned to the counter the two figures were gone, almost as if they were never there. She considered a moment that they were perhaps a terrible figment of her imagination when a deep, faintly sleepy voice brought her back to reality. Again. It seemed she couldn't keep her head in the real world.

"Head in the clouds again, Dani?" it drawled. Turning around, Dani regarded the one person she considered to be a real friend leaning lazily on the other side of the exchange counter. His was a tired appearance, and Dani swore he intentionally cultivated it to look like he had just rolled from bed and intended to return first chance. Of course, she was quite certain that about the last part, he did. His eyelids drooped into a half-hooded regard that mostly obscured his eyes themselves. To this day nobody was certain of their color beyond that they were dark. Though he wore the traditional pinstriped shirt and blue apron of a Mart' clerk, he did insist on a concession. Possibly two, as she wasn't sure if it was normally allowed to smoke inside. She assumed not, so likely two.

There was really no need to glance at the tag adorning his breast, for Kevin's….headgear…stuck out like a sore thumb. It was strange, a vibrant neon orange beanie that clashed terribly with the few wisps of hair that managed to escape under its elastic brim, which were a brown so deep as to be nearing black, same as the scruff around his face that would eventually be able to be called a goatee. Eventually.

The cream-colored feline draped across his shoulder was a dead giveaway as well, with the twenty-poke coin inexplicably attached to the creature's forehead. For all his eccentricities, Kevin Voll was very good at his job, one of the best to be found, really, which was why his 'eccentricities' were only barely tolerated. Unfortunately his habit of sleeping on the job was killing his chances for any professional advancement. Hell, it was only a matter of time before he got himself fired. As good as he was while awake; he didn't make the Marts any profit whatsoever asleep. The man in question merely gazed solemnly at his unfortunately physically immature friend, his heavy-lidded eyes almost hypnotic, and reached up with one hand to scratch his companion behind the ears, eliciting a contented purr.

"Huh? What?" Dani had spaced again. It happened a lot around Kevin. Not because she had any romantic feelings for him, but because she was raised to look people in the eyes, and Kevin had the remarkable 'talent' of making anyone who looked at him directly feel suddenly very sleepy themselves. It was almost as though he had this…aura of relaxation, and his eyes were a carrier.

"Dani," he drawled, almost as if his words would turn to a yawn any moment, "You were planning on heading down to Pallet later today, right? To visit your grandfather?"

"Yea…?" She answered as she set down the supplies she had gathered and he began to ring them up on the register. She had a feeling she wasn't going to like where this was headed. He'd asked favors in the past, but none involving her grandpa.

"Well look, I need a favor. Could you take down a package to him for me? His order came in, but I'm on the clock right now, and I don't want to have to pay a Courier for such a little thing."

"I don't think that's such a good idea. I mean…you know how I am!"

"No problem, you go that way all the time, and make it in one piece. Plus, the thing is supposedly near indestructible. You'll be fine."

"Well, alright. I'll take it down later."

"Cool. Hey, if you bump your schedule and take it now, I'll bag your stuff and bring it by your place when I'm on break. I still have the spare key."

"Well…okay, fine. I'll take it now. But even after that you owe me."

"I got it. See ya later."

"Yea, well wish me luck. I'm going to need it." She reached over and gave the feline Pokemon a quick rub under the chin. "Bye, Meowth."

"Nah, you'll be alright. What's the worst that could happen?"

FAMOUS.LAST.WORDS.

Korner of Kweh

So yea, sorry that took so long to do folks but…truth be told, I didn't like writing that chapter. Some of it was humorous, but a lot just felt…forced. Oh, well, it was necessary. Fans of the original series should have the gist of what's to come. Newcomers, You will know soon enough if you haven't already guessed. Anyway, Kevin. I like Kevin. He's deviated a tad from the original plan, but I think it makes him seem more…real. Oddly enough, expect to see more of Kevin. A lot more. I expect the updates will come faster on chapters to come, but understand my schedule leaves little in the way of writing time these days.

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