After little thought besides the time it takes for me to think of scenes and giggle, I have decided to, yet again, start another new story. This one in a similar style to my Fur Hire which has been wildly more successful than I expected.

The world, this time, is obviously Digimon.

...Oh, Whoops! Nope, not this one, maybe next time or three. In any case, I'm here to bring you something fun to start the New Year off with, and I hope you enjoy this little run around.

Chapter 1: The Simple Things In This Life

OR

This Is My Kakuna. There Are Many Like It, But It Is Mine

We all live in a Pokemon world. That's the name of the essay I wrote to officially get my Trainer license when I turned 12, based around the ways Pokemon interact and help improve things ranging from agricultural pursuits to construction and terraforming. It was a bit wordier and technical than most of the people who took the test bothered with, but if I was doing work I'd be damned if I didn't do it well. Also I was two years older than most of the people who typically took the exam, but that was a different issue.

Allow me to introduce myself, potential Psychics reading my mind and or memories! As I'm sure you've already figured out, but my name is Aidan. Aidan Marasect. My Dad, Richard Marasect, was a Bug Catcher from Johto and my Mum was Diana Carca, a Breeder who worked at Floccesy Ranch in Unova, where they met.

Their time together was apparently a whirlwind romance of romantic gestures, battles that helped save the farm, and a successful breakthrough that brought back the struggling Larvesta population back from the brink of extinction while I was 'in the works', so to speak. Apparently the trick to the last one was have other Bug-Type hives accept and raise the eggs as their own, as they tended to be easy prey to both Flying and Water Types without the protection of Volcarona. Unfortunately, none of these things mattered much afterwards as Dad's first instinct upon seeing me was apparently 'I should go disappear into the woods to avoid child support', so...that was a thing. The rest of his side of the family was perfectly fine, and understanding of the situation, so it wasn't all bad at least. Between the two, I was already fairly worldly for a kid who hadn't gone on a journey yet.

I, meanwhile, was an ordinary kid who happened to be reincarnated into a fantastic world. In a place where people could be literally Psychic or able to bend rebar like plastic, it was seen as very sweet and wonderful when I started reading and speaking in the first year. Walking came a bit before actually, but that was mostly my body moving on instinct to try and grab the floof that was Mum's Swablu, which was what amounted to my personal nursery for my early child hood.

It was easy to not panic when you had a massive blue bird literally straightening you out when you fell down or sweetly singing you to sleep during the night. It was also because of this little blue bird of joy that I decided that, no, this was a happy place, and while the information that may or may not be totally accurate, it changed nothing in how I would live my life here. I just got a bit of a head start in arbitrary facts than most others had.

I also had the easy excuse for why I shit myself when I first met Mum's Yanmega. He was an absolute sweetheart who did little loop-de-loops when he was fed Cajun-spiced shrimp, but god help you when he looks you eye to eyes and mandibles grinning.

Right, anyway, life story. It was a simple childhood, mostly spent on the ranch helping daily tasks get done between lessons and homework from the school actually in the town proper, and my summers were spent either doing more intense versions of the same or getting sent to Dad's family where I learned more about the Bug Catcher profession. The Marasect's apparently made a career going on three generation now through shipping out and sewing varieties of Pokemon string into seasonal outfits for special occasions such as kimonoes for festivals, and under shirts for police stations. Ariados and Cascoon shed off were apparently a favorite with the latter due to the darker colors it created.

It was also from them that I got the pokemon who'd officially become my Starter upon getting my license. Before that point he would officially be a 'household pet', but that was a paper thin distinction to the best of people. It was with a vastly more formal ceramony than a four year old in robes should have to go through that I was handed a Weedle about a foot long who wasted zero time wrapping himself around my forearm and promptly falling asleep. I loved him immidiately, and named him Schnoodle. Because you had to be quiet around him, he looked like a noodle, and when he always ate all the toppings from his ramen first whenever I gave him it. There was also some bit about when he was fully evolved I would be considered a 'Man' by the family, but that was kind of a secondary focus for me.

From there my time was more of what I explained with the addition of harder and harder work and lessons, and training Schnoodle how to do things to help with them, like go through the scraps from the farm, or shoot his string both thin enough to hit small targets, but not thick enough that he ruins my shoes he was grabbing for me. Life was good.

Then the Ranch was hit by a massive flood of injured pokemon from a Haxorus going on a rampage, and suddenly all hands on deck were needed to make sure they had enough money to both keep the poor souls alive and healing while still being able to live.

My career of professional cock-fighting got put on hold, but I didn't mind. It would still be my journey done in my time, and I got a lot of valuable experience from the whole thing. Like not to try and catch an Axew in front of its mother, then taunt it and fly away. Or the sheer karma and good natured usefulness of maintaining positive relations with wild pokemon. The Larvesta served as our personal hugging heaters more than spending money on central heating ever could, and Beedrill Honey was some of the sweetest you'd ever taste, so long as you trade something with them for it, or bring a negotiating Kakuna. This served into soft drinks and pancakes, along with the regular stocks of Alfalfa and Clover with the local town and Grass-Types, and we made it work. Schnoodle also used the extra years to grow a whole nother 4 feet, before taking the time to spin his special shell of unbreakable hardness, giving me a Kakuna of my owna.

Now I was ready to go out and see the word, armed with only a backpack of supplies, a Schnoodle the Kakuna, and a joy for life. Yeah. Yeah, this was going to be great.

END OF CHAPTER

I enjoy this far more than I expected. Look forward to lots of interactions and cute Pokemon actions, fun battle scenes based on my over-active imagination, and all kinds of shenanigan's. So, my usual fair. In other news, the next chapter of Fur Hire'll be coming soon, along with Kamen Rider and I believe Till Death! Love what ya do, do what ya love!

And don't forget to share your thoughts and feelings about this and the future too! Keep in mind this is starting in Unova.

See ya soon!