A/N: If you noticed * in the last chapter, then there was a reason for it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Everything belongs to their respective owners.


"So let me get this straight," Dipper tapped his pen on his chin as he held up a green book with a blue pine tree on the cover, "Yokai come from ten different tribes, and have six different ranks. These tribes being Charming, Heartful, Eerie, Mysterious, Shady, Slippery, Tough, Brave, Wicked and the recently discovered Hagure; while the ranks are S, A, B, C, D, and E, with S being the highest and strongest of the ranks." As he went over the information he wrote it down in the book, all the while drawing the insignias of the tribes and often alternating between the book and the Yokai Pad that Whisper both held and set to the page on the wikia about the tribes and ranks.

"Indeed Master Pines, each tribe has a specific capability and specialty in battle that only one, two or more members of that tribe can perform. For example: the Charming Tribe specializes in quick attacks, and can give a boost in speed if more than one Yokai of this tribe are in battle." Whisper put his hand on his nonexistent chin as he discreetly looked at the Yokai Pad, unaware that Dipper could see him doing so as clear as day. "Though I have never heard of the Wicked or Hagure tribes, I believe that they must've surfaced during my time in the crank-a-kai, a lot can change in 190 years you know."

Tomnyan lay on Dipper's bed by his feet as he yawned, awakening from his nap. "A lot can happen in five years too."

Dipper chuckled at his old pet as he nudged him with his foot, "Ain't that the truth." Closing the book and setting it down, the preteen got out of bed and placed his new hat on his head. On the way home he had run into a group of fairies wanting a new king, and he nearly got scratched to death. Fortunately he had managed to get away with few scrapes, and Stan had allowed him to take something from the shop free of charge. He claimed to have overstocked on inventory, but Dipper could tell that he felt somewhat remorseful about the superficial but noticeable damage he had taken in the woods. His choice was a white and blue trucker hat with a blue pine tree on it.

Mabel however asked- also known as complained -why she couldn't take something, and Stan quickly agreed in order to stop the onslaught of pleading that would surely follow. She had chosen a grappling hook, and had spent the night bragging about it til they fell asleep. When Dipper woke up, Mabel was nowhere to be seen, and he was thankful for that, after he had checked the room for her. Since then he had been writing in his journal about the Yokai; while he had read the journal from the woods, it was missing many pages due to either hungry critters or inexplicably being ripped out.

After deciding to keep his own journal and read the other on his spare time, Dipper had quickly indulged himself into the world of Yokai. Putting on a clean set of clothes, and slipping his shoes on, Dipper put his journal into the one of the side pockets of his vest and went downstairs for breakfast.


Stepping into the kitchen he saw Mabel ravenously eating pancakes, and washing it down with milk. She was clad in a green sweater with periwinkle stripes and gold glitter. A red skirt, white socks, and her usual black maryjane shoes.

"That girl must have a black hole for a stomach, there's no other explanation for how she can eat so much." Whisper said as he looked at Mabel's rapid eating habits.

"You should see her on thanksgiving, she once ate three-fourths of the turkey, an entire plate of mashed potatoes, and STILL had room for dessert." Tomnyan said as he gave an angry look to the girl that had insulted him after his burial. Dipper gave a small nod at Tomnyan's words, before sitting across from Mabel and managing to get a few pancakes before she devoured them.

Mabel leaned back into her chair with her eyes closed, and patting her belly as she gave out a content sigh. She opened her eyes, and greeted Dipper with a burp.

"Good morning to you too Mabel." Wrinkling his nose in disgust at his sisters greeting, Dipper poured syrup on his pancakes and began eating the soft, warm and fluffy circles of dough. Popping a piece into his mouth and closing his eyes at the warmth and taste of the flapjacks, Dipper couldn't wait to fill his stomach up with their delicious fluffy sugary goodness. He was so wrapped up in the flavor of his breakfast, he didn't hear Tomnyan's warning as he took the fork out of his mouth, chewed and swallowed. Opening his eyes he was met with.

BURP!

A burp to the face from Mabel, who swiftly sat on Dipper's back as he covered his nose in disgust at his sister's prank. Mabel then proceeded to eat- and finish -Dipper's pancakes as he recovered from her gas attack. Letting out another belch, Mabel patted her stomach in content as she got off of Dipper and walked to the living room.

"Should've been faster bro-bro. Hahaha." Dipper glared at his sister's back as she went to the living room, sitting up and holding his stomach as it growled. Looking around the kitchen for more food, Dipper was disappointed to find that Stan had left a note say that he left to get- also known as steal -groceries.

"Great, just great," Dipper sighed as he heard his stomach growl like a starving wilder beast.

"Is she always like this?" Whisper asked, worried about Dipper's food depraved state.

"Back then? No." Tomnyan looked through the Yokai Pad to see if there was food delivery service that delivered to the human world, but had no luck and handed it back to Whisper. "But I've been gone for five years, so I don't know how she was after I left." *

"A few months after you died, she began getting more spoiled, needy, want-y, and jerky. At first she was sympathetic about your passing, but then she started pranking me, almost never hung out with me, and teasing me. I asked why, and all she said was that it was because she was the "Alpha Twin" or something like that."* Dipper sighed as he got off the chair, and walked out through the museum, not wanting to deal with his sister possibly waiting at the door of the living room to fart in his face or something. Whisper and Tomnyan followed, feeling it better to stay with him.


She was never one to go out in public alone. At least, not in the closest thing she had to commoner clothing. A black t-shirt with her family initials in hot pink on the back as demanded by her parents, with forest green jeans that had extra pockets, and black designer high tops made for treks into the woods. If she was going to sully her clothes, she might as well look good doing it and in clothes that prevented much of the inevitable mess. At least that's what her parents said, she could care less as long as she could be herself and away from "high society".

Lord what a pretentious term. High society, it sounded like an artificial utopia that welcomed only the most overdone, forced, and tired of stereotypes, tropes, and clichés known to man. Which, unfortunately, was the case of many people in "high society"; with the exception of that one basketball player that comes during that annual party, he's nice.

"Ugh, stupid parents, stupid bell, stupid- RAUGH!" She picked up a stick and repeatedly beat it against a tree until it broke. Feeling less angry now, she looked at the watch around her right wrist, and pulled something out of her pocket. The watch was almost exact replica of Dipper's watch, with the exception of all the dark blue parts being dark yellow, the light blue parts being light yellow, and there being no symbols on the straps.

"Appear my friend: Dr. Zero!" She put in a coin like object with a red trim, and a picture of a man with a skull face, red eyes, slicked back long grey hair, and skeletal hands with test tubes in them wearing an open white lab coat, and had what appeared to be a brown belt with a silver oval buckle around a black spectral body with a long tail that seemed to constantly billow.

The hands on the watch began to rapidly turn clockwise, as a voice came from it.

"Ladies and Gentleman, summoning Shady!"

A spiral of pale powder blue light runes and symbols emerged from the watch as the voice changed it's pitch, tone, and volume into that of a choir from an 80's commercial as it sang a song.

"Marvelous thee!

Gutsy, free banshee!

Sing, song Shady!"

From the spiral appeared the figure depicted on the coin like object, holding a beaker in one hand, and two test tubes floating above the other. The figure held it's arms out to the sides as it struck a stiff pose. "Dr. Zero."


The spiral vanished, and the coin like object was ejected from it's place in the watch, falling into the girl's hand. She rolled her eyes at the display, having gotten used to it after interacting with the being for so long. "What took you so long?"

Dr. Zero rolled his eyes at the young girl, already used to her impatience. "I took the exact same amount of time as before Pacifica, no more than the previous time, and the time before that, and the time before that, and the time before that. My data shows that you are annoyed and impatient with the summoning properties of the Yokai Watch U-2, and to that I say: get used to it."

Rolling her eyes at the Yokai before her, Pacifica simply put her hands on her hips.

Dr. Zero sized the girl up and quickly came to a conclusion through scientific reasoning. "It's your parents again, isn't it?"

"No duh sherlock bones."

"Don't get snippy with me, I was simply making an observation and testing my hypothesis with a question, and your reaction has lead me to the conclusion that I am right."

"How so?"

"You're never this snippy unless your parents do something idiotic."

"Okay fine, I'm ticked at my parents what else is new? But that's not the only reason I called you here."

"And what is that Ms. Northwest?"

Rolling her eyes once again, Pacifica crossed her arms and got straight to the point. "I want to know more about this guy I'm supposed to be "destined" to meet."

Dr. Zero simply floated there, looking at the contents of his beaker. "Not destined, fated. There is a difference you know."

"What difference?"

"Destined means it was always going to happen at X place, at Y time, and for Z reasons. Fated means that it will happen, but whether or not it will be now, later, or as Yokai is left completely to chance." Dr. Zero looked at the young heiress from his peripheral vision and swished the contents of the beaker around for a moment before speaking again. "I know not who he is, only that he is deeply rooted into the world of Yokai, and has a very important role in the events to come you were given your Yokai Watch for that very reason."

Pacifica looked at the watch upon her wrist and sighed, seeing that this was all she was going to get from the skull faced scientist spirit. "Fine, whatever. Just float by me as I walk, wouldn't want any C rank Yokai on my hide."

"I find it humorous how you have an S rank Yokai with the Drain ability, but have only a B rank watch."

"Shut up, it's not like there's a Timers & More anywhere in the area, I was only able to get it this far thanks to my trip to Japan. If there's one thing my parents did right, it was having me learn Japanese and French." Pacifica scowled as she walked down the path leading to the local diner, sure the food was greasy, but it was better than some of the diet food she was forced to shove down her gullet. Food that she didn't need no matter what her mother said.


When she got to the diner she saw a boy sitting on a bench holding his stomach. It wasn't an unusual sight to her, she had seen many holding their stomachs in hunger and pain before; usually they were in rags or begging on the streets, but she had always seen them. She was never able to do much of anything about it though, as her parents frequently forbid interaction with them. This boy however was different, he was in a reddish orange t-shirt, a blue vest, grey shorts, black shoes with white soles, and had a white and blue hat with a pine tree on it. Next to him was a white ghost like entity, and a yellow cat on it's hind legs. At first she had assumed they were inspiriting him.

Until he scratched behind the cat's ears. Doing this caused him to put his left arm slightly over the cat's head, revealing a dark and light blue watch almost exactly like her own. Walking up to the diner's door, she turned to him and shouted.

"Hey!" The boy turned his head to see who had shouted at him, only to see her at the door. "You hungry?"

"Y-yeah, why do you ask?" Despite stuttering at the start, the boy managed to already put himself above other guys she had met.

"I'll get you some brunch, my treat." The boy rubbed the back of his neck nervously, and was about to speak until Pacifica cut him off, "I insist."

Seeing that she wouldn't take no for an answer, the boy got up and walked over to her. She opened the door and payed for a table for two, and went to take a seat at the table with the boy nervously walking behind her. The boy took a seat across from her, with the ghost and cat on either side of him. "Not to be rude, but who are you?"

"I'm Pacifica, Pacifica Northwest. You?"

"Dipper, Dipper Pines."