In the quiet town of Vaniville, a new resident had arrived. Technically he and his father had the house set up by movers, and had only just moved in themselves the day before. Or rather, the young boy who had moved in, the dad having gone off to do whatever it was that he'd come to Kalos to do. So none had seen nor heard from anyone inside, and the other people living in Vaniville couldn't help but to wonder who or what they were like. All they knew was that some sort of famous Pokémon trainer from Unova and his son had moved there. That was all the details that had been given, nothing else was known.<br/><br/>Late morning, and no movement was seen or heard of from the new neighbor's house. The lights were off, and curtains drawn shut. The residents of the town, as they walk past, couldn't help but to pause and look up at the house. It looked like it had been made new again, and some added renovations could be seen. It was a lot bigger than it had been from the last owner who had lived there, who had moved a year or so ago. Where they had gone, no one knew, they had just left, not saying a word to anyone, not a letter, a goodbye. Nothing.<br/><br/>Laying in his bed, not asleep but not wanting to move, lay the red headed form of Sekinetsu Takarihen. The house was quiet, and the only sounds he could hear were those of his sleeping Pokémon laying around him. He gently rolls over from his side to rest on his back, staring up at the ceiling, the light from the window filtering through the curtains that were closed, though they were slightly open at the center so a slant of sun came shining through, brightening his room. And yet, to him, it wasn't his room. How many times had it been that he'd moved, new house after new house, new room after new room? He'd lost count, it was at least more times than his fingers and toes combined.<br/><br/>Sighing softly, he sits up, stretching his arms above his head, yawning as he gently tugs at the curtains to peer out the window. His bedroom was on the second floor, much larger than any previous bedrooms he'd ever stayed in, which was a plus. But he knew, if things continued like they'd had in his fourteen years of life, he shouldn't get too comfortable. They wouldn't be staying long. It looked nice outside, and people were already out and about. Then again, as he glanced over at the bedside table, and the alarm clock sitting on its surface, the time read that it was already almost ten thirty in the morning.<br/><br/>"Time to get up..." He says aloud to the room, and the sleeping Pokémon begin to stir at his voice. Sekinetsu smiles as they wake, Emboar, Charizard, Oshawott, Reuniclus, Grovyle, and Victini. They each greet him in their own way, Oshawott waddling over to him and tugging on his pajama pants, and Victini floating up to attach itself to the side of his face, giving him a sort of hug that way. Even though he was sad about the move, having had actually made friends back in Alola, his Pokémon friends always had a way to cheer him up. If anything stayed consistent in his life...it was them.<br/><br/>Standing up now, he places his hands on his hips, wide awake as he looked at what he called his family, since his dad was never around and his mother had passed away when he was little. So it was always just him and Pokémon. "How about some breakfast?" They all let out noises of agreement, and he chuckles softly, walking carefully down the stairs to the kitchen, as Oshawott was clinging to his leg still, not wanting to let go. First he grabs a glass of water, drinking it as he gets ingredients ready for their food. Since they were like family, he did not like giving them just any food, going out of his way to make special meals, suited for each one.<br/><br/>For Emboar and Charizard, he made spicy flavored foods, Oshawott like water plants and cabbages, Reuniclus ate just about anything that Sekinetsu ate, so when he made his breakfast he made a double of whatever he was having, Grovyle and Victini both liked fruits, so he put a bowl of fruit salad together for each of them. Once they had their own food, he sits down at the table, reading a note left behind by his dad, while taking a bite out of some eggs he'd cooked. He barely skims over the excuses that were written, before crumpling it up and tossing it in the trash can, downing the rest of his water and putting his dirty plate in the sink.<br/><br/>He was told to stay put at the house and not go anywhere, apparently he might have visitors. So, while the Pokémon were eating, he goes back up to his room and changes out of his pajamas in to his regular clothing, not bothering with his hat or bag at the moment. Glancing at his reflection in the mirror, he runs his finger down the chain of the necklace he'd been given a while back, wondering if he'd ever see that friend again. Sighing, he shrugs to himself, before going back down the stairs, Victini having finished and was now just tumbling around in the air, goofing off with a oran berry, tossing it up and down. The others seemingly had gotten done too, and were outside, playing in the backyard, or in Charizard and Emboar's case, just laying around snoozing in the sun.<br/><br/>Oshawott comes up to him, raising it's arms up, and he leans down, picking Oshawott up. Carrying Oshawott in his arms, Sekinetsu goes to the front door, and opens it, deciding that maybe he should at least look around town while he waited for this so called possible visitor. He doubted anyone would come, but he wasn't one for disobeying rules, so despite the fact he wanted to go out and explore, he listened to his dad. It wouldn't hurt to at least get to know the layout of the town right? He closes the door behind him, taking a deep breath of fresh air, smiling at how happy Oshawott looked, before taking a step down his front yard path.