Hey, look, a new story. Alright! Anyway, allow me to quickly say something to anyone who reads my other stories. Yes, I know that I put up a poll for the next story and, yes, I know that this one doesn't actually exist on it, but get over it. Essentially, I really wanted to do this story, so, instead of just doing six stories at once, I'm going to do seven just as soon as you guys vote on the next one. Yeah, not the brightest idea, but I don't really care.

Anyway, yeah, this story is slightly inspired by Tsuzihri07's story, Built for Half-Breeds. Or, well, I guess you could say that. I don't know, honestly. Essentially, what it comes down to, is that I've actually had this story planned for a while now, and, after reading his story and seeing how good it already is, it sort of pushed me to put my own up. Yeah, that's pretty much how it goes. Anyway, I hope that this story will be fun, and I intend to try and make it fairly long. But, y'know, don't get your hopes up, kids.

And a quick note: if I don't clarify a Pokemon as being the actual Pokemon, than it is a morph. For half-breeds I'll actually say that they are those. Anyway, let's go.

*AN #2: Okay, so, I don't know if this will pop up in alerts, but I hope it doesn't, as it isn't a new chapter, just a replaced one. Anyway, the difference between a morph and a half-breed is this. A morph is an anthropomorphic Pokemon, meaning they are a Pokemon that is essentially like a human. A half-breed is a human with Pokemon traits, which they are commonly know as Gjiinkas. If you don't what that is, they have the ears, tails, and other minor features of the Pokemon, as well as the powers, but are otherwise completely human. So, yeah, remember that.

Fuck it, Get in Here

I sat on the train, listening to the sound of the large metal centipede thundering down the tracks, which was fairly drowned out by the music I had blaring through my phone next to me. I chuckled aloud. I bet that everyone around me would hate me, if not for the soundproof walls. I glanced out the window, and saw fields full of Mareep and Miltank, as well as a few pens of Grumpigs, as we flew through the countryside, on the way to Shellville, named for the fact that it was one of the only cities in the country that had a large beach that didn't have a salinity count so high that it rivaled McDonald's fries. Granted, I prefer to call it Hellville, but that's just me. I mean, you can't blame me, really. The place is always so sunny, which I found quite repulsive. I mean, I'm not only a Dark type morph, but I'm the fucking Moonlight Pokemon, for Arceus's sake. I just shrugged at my thoughts. Oh, well, what can you do? Well, you could have said no when your parents asked if you wanted to live with the Reames. Oh, shut the hell up, you. I reached over next to me with my tail and grabbed another stick of pocky, before handing it to myself. I bit a small bite off of the chocolate covered stick, before hearing the door to my compartment open. I turned away from the window to see that a Luxray was sticking his head in, looking around, before his eyes fell on me.

"Excuse me," he began, "but, would it be alright if I sit in here with you? All of the other compartments are filled."

"Dude, this train's been going for, like, ten minutes, and you still haven't found a seat?" I asked. He nodded, and I said, "Fuck it, get in here."

A smile spread across his face, and he stepped into the compartment, closing the door behind him.

"Thanks." He said, as he sat down across from me.

I looked at his luggage and saw that he appeared to have three suitcases, as well as a dufflebag and a backpack. I glanced next to me, to my only luggage, being two backpacks. I suddenly remembered that I currently had music blaring, and I reached to turn it off.

"No, it's alright." The Luxray said, stopping me. "You can leave it on if you want. I actually like this artist."

I nodded, moving back to my original position, face forward, my left leg resting atop my right.

"So," I started, "you got a name kid?"

"Haru." He replied. "Yeah, I know, slightly odd, but I like it."

I chuckled, and said, "That's good, kid. If there's one thing that you want to be comfortable with, it's your own name. I mean, you're stuck with it for the rest of your life, so why not like it?"

He laughed in return, and said, "Yeah, I guess. So, what's your name?"

"Veil." I replied.

"Veil?" He repeated. "As in, the thing that women wear when they get married?"

I shrugged, and said, "Well, I've always went with the dark veil of shadows that descends upon the land at night, but, sure, go with whatever you want."

"Well, I guess that does sound better than what I said." He replied.

I nodded, and offered, "Pocky?"

"What?" He asked me, confused.

I used my tail to grab a pack of pocky from the small box of it next to me and held it out to Haru. He took I, albeit slightly reluctantly, and just sat there, staring at the pack.

"What is this, exactly?" He asked.

"Pocky." I explained. "It's biscuit, or cookie, depending on where you're from, sticks that are covered in chocolate." He continued just looking at the pack, so I urged, "Go ahead, it's not poisoned. I mean, I've been sitting here eating it for the past ten minutes."

He glanced at the pack, then back up at me. He then shrugged, before tearing the pack open. He took one of the sticks out and inspected it, before taking a bite. As soon as his mouth closed, his eyes lit up, and a small smile crept onto his face.

I chuckled, before saying, "Told you."

He swallowed, before saying, "Okay, you win."

As he continued eating the stick that he was currently working on, I took the opportunity to examine his clothes. He was wearing a black hoodie, the sleeves rolled up slightly to help defend his body from the early August heat. Despite being rolled up, I could still see that the underside of them was colored a light blue, with three yellow bands going on the blue, but stopping when they hit the black. He was wearing rather baggy black jeans, adorned with chains. About halfway down the legs of his pants, the black became a light blue, similar to the blue on his hoodie.

"Yo, Veil." Haru said, regaining my attention. "Any specific reason as to why your checking me out?"

I laughed, and said, "I wasn't checking you out, idiot. I was just looking at your clothes."

"And why exactly is that?" He asked.

"Because it's not every day that you meet another morph, let alone one that dresses to match his species." I replied.

"Yeah, I guess not." He said, shrugging. "I had noticed how you were dressed when I first entered."

I looked down at myself, seeing what he meant. You see, while there are very few morphs that exist in the world, there are even less that dress like there species. I don't know why people don't, and I don't know why people do, I only know that I do it because I like how it looks. I'm currently wearing a pair of black jeans, with two chains on them, rather than the three that were on Haru's. Both of my chains were attached to the back belt loop on my jeans, coming around on either side to connect to my pockets. Near the bottom of the legs of my jeans is a yellow ring, one on each leg. I was wearing a plain black t-shirt, which was hidden under my black hoodie. My hoodie had one yellow ring, similar to my pants, near the end of each arm, and I had the hood up, my ears poking through the holes in it.

"So, why wear the hoodie if your just rolling up the sleeves, anyway?" I asked him.

He shrugged, and said, "Just because. I mean, why are you sitting here, in almost ninety degree weather, wearing a hoodie normally?"

"I like to." I said, shrugging in response. "I mean, it's not like I sweat, or anything."

"Do you really not?" He asked.

"Nope." I replied. "Never have. Doubt I ever will."

"That's really fucking odd." He said.

I just shrugged, and said, "I guess. All I care about is that it keeps from getting disgusting in the summer."

"Yeah, I guess." He agreed. Changing the subject, he said, "So, have you ever met any other morphs prior to now?"

"Nope." I replied. "You are the first. You?"

"Once." He answered. "She was this Buizel. I knew her for, like, five years."

"How was she?" I asked.

"She was a fucking bitch." He said. "And she had a name to match. It was, like, Priscilla, or some shit. I don't know, I haven't seen her since I was eight, and I don't want to ever again."

"I guess that I can't blame you." I said, laughing. Changing the topic, I said, "So, what are your parents?"

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"Well, my mother's a human, while my father is a standard Umbreon." I explained. "And I know that it's also possible for it to be swapped, as well as two morphs will obviously have a morph child. So, I'm just curious, what are yours? You don't have to answer if it's to personal a question."

He laughed, and said, "Trust me, it's nowhere near the most personal question I've been asked. But, mine is actually the opposite. My mother's a normal Luxray, and my father's a human."

"Cool." I said. "So, how was parenting with them?"

He just shrugged, and said, "I don't know. Normal, I guess. Or, at least, normal for someone like me. My father had a job, while my mother was a stay at home mom. You?"

"Both of them had jobs, really." I replied. "Mom worked at a law firm and my dad was able to get a job hunting for one of the local restaurants."

"Sounds like money was never an issue, then." He remarked.

"Yeah, I guess." I said. "Not like it was a fun childhood, though."

"Oh?" He asked. "Why not?"

"It was fucking lonely." I said, sighing. "I mean, both of my parents worked until midnight or later every night, and I didn't really have any friends for most of my life."

"Why did you not have friends?" He asked me, the pity heavy in his voice.

I sighed again, and said, "Well, where I'm from, the people aren't exactly very friendly to morphs. They didn't exactly seem to hate me, but none of them really liked me."

"Oh." Haru replied, seemingly at a loss for words.

"Yeah." I said, nervously rubbing the back of my head.

"Sorry for lowering the mood in here." He apologized.

"No, don't worry." I replied. "I always could have just not answered."

Suddenly, a voice came over the train's intercom, saying, "We are now arriving at Shellville station. Please make your way to the exits, and be sure to have your ticket ready upon your departure."

"Well, looks like this is where I get off." We both said simultaneously, as we stood up.

"Really?" I asked, shocked.

"Um, yeah, actually." Haru replied.

"Cool." I remarked. "Maybe we could hang out sometime."

"Yeah, that'd be fun." He replied.

I then grabbed my two backpacks and slipped them on. I glanced over to see that Haru was struggling with his own luggage.

"Here, let me help." I said, reaching out.

I took the handles of his suitcases in my hands and picked them up, leaving him with his backpacks and dufflebag.

"Oh." He said. "Thanks."

"No problem." I replied. "C'mon, we should get going."

We left our compartment and headed down the hall towards the door. We reached there, flashed our tickets to the attendant, and got off of the train. We left the main platform and passed through the gates, to where we were standing only a few feet from the road.

"So," I said, as we started walking down the sidewalk, not leaving the front of the station, "I assume that someone is here to pick you up, right?"

"Yeah." Haru replied. "I just don't know where the hell they are. You?"

"Yep." I replied. "Sven should be here soon, I hope."

"Wait, Sven?" He asked me. "What's his last name?"

"Reames." I replied. "Why?"

"Because, he-" He started, but was cut off by a hand resting on his shoulder.

The owner of the hand scoffed, before saying, "There you two are. Brenda and I were beginning to get worried when we didn't see you."

I looked at the owner of the hand, to see that he was a man who appeared to be about the same height as Haru, who, in turn, appeared to be about nine or ten inches shorter than myself. He could have easily been seen as a regular person, if not for the sharp Absol horn extending from under his ice white hair, as well as the blade-like tail that rested behind him, sticking out of his black jeans.

"Mr. Reames?" I asked.

He nodded, and said, "Right. You two are Haru and Veil, correct?"

"Yes." Haru replied.

"Well then, we should get going." He said, motioning for us to follow him, as he began walking away. "I imagine that the others are dying to meet you."

Haru and I looked at each other, before shrugging, and starting to follow the Absol half-breed. He led us to a black Cadillac, which had a Vaporeon sitting in the passenger seat, appearing to doze off slightly.

"C'mon," Sven said, pulling out a set of car keys, "let's go ahead and put your luggage in the trunk."

He hit a button on the keys and the trunk of the car popped open. We followed him to the back of it and loaded up Haru's bags.

When Sven reached for my backpacks, I stopped him, saying, "I'd prefer to keep my stuff on me, if it's all the same to you."

"Very well." He replied, nodding. "Well, pile in."

We got in, Haru behind the driver's seat, which Sven got in, and myself behind the passenger seat, which currently held, who I believe to be, the dozing Brenda. Sven started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, before heading down the road.

After a few minutes, Sven glance back at us, before saying, "You two aren't very talkative, are you?"

"Well, it's not really that," I responded, "it's more of the fact that we both appear to be confused."

"Confused?" He asked. "About what?"

"Well, for starters, about why neither of us were told about the fact that we will be living with other people." Haru said. "I mean, we just met on the train by accident, it's not as if we went searching for each other."

"Well, I can't really answer as to why you weren't told, you'll have to ask your parents about that." He replied. "But, yeah, you're living in the mansion with six other people your age."

"What about you two?" I asked him.

"Well, we prefer to live a fairly standard, easy life," he explained, "so, we bought the mansion for you eight, and we have our own cottage out in the country, not too far from the city limits."

"Wait, so there will be eight of us, in a giant mansion, with no supervision?" Haru asked.

Sven sighed, and said, "That's right. I just ask that you guys don't break anything."

"Hadn't planned on it." I said.

Haru was about to say something, but stopped, as Sven said, "Well, we're here."

I looked out of the window to see an amazing sight. We were at the foot of a hill, which was surrounded by an iron fence, with its base made of bricks. At the top of the hill was a giant mansion, the sight of which caused my jaw to drop.

Sven apparently noticed my reaction, which appeared to be mimicked by Haru, as he chuckled, before saying, "It is something, isn't it."

"That's an understatement." I said.

We drove up the half circle driveway that led up the hill. When we reached the top, Sven stopped the car.

"Well, this is it, guys." He said. "I'll pop the trunk so that you can get your stuff out."

He popped the trunk open, and we got Haru's stuff out. We closed the trunk and went to stand in front of the front door.

"Well, see you boys." Sven yelled to us, before pulling away.

Haru and I just stood there, looking at the front door, unsure of what to do.

We turned to face each other, and I said, "Shall we?"

He nodded, and I opened the door.

So, how was the first chapter? Yeah, some of you may have noticed the little name thing with Haru, and, yes, it is a minor reference to Tsuzihri07, because, as I said, his story is one of the main reasons that you're getting mine. That, and I have mad respect for the guy. He's an amazing author and a fucking good artist. So, you know, go check the guy out and show him some love. And, Tsu, if your read this story, I hope that it's alright that I used the name. I'm just one of those guys that likes to throw references to whatever inspired the story. Which, if anyone sees some similarities in the info for one of my poll stories, as well as its name, you may be able to piece together what inspired it.

Anyway, now that that's done, allow me to get to something that I don't normally do. OC submissions! Now, yes, I know that it may seem odd to ask for OCs in the first chapter, but there is a reason. The reason being that I want you guys to try and come up with the other six inhabitants of the house. Now, you don't have to, as this is just my way of trying to allow my audience (You guys!) to interact with the story. So, if you want to submit an OC, pay attention below. If not, well, I hate to say it, but the rest of the Author's Note probably won't matter to you. Anyway... *Raises sword dramatically* onwards!

So, here are my requirements for an OC:

1. You must include at least some info, obviously. Now, it is your choice as to what you want the OC to be, be it a Pokemorph or a Half-Breed. If you do submit an OC, then you need to tell me what kind, what sex, and, if you want me to try and give them a love interest of any kind, their sexuality. You also need to tell me general info (Height, whether they have any abnormalities or not. Y'know, shit like that).

2. Please, for Arceus's fucking sake, have an account when submitting. I'm not completely ruling out Guest submissions, but it will help me tremendously if you have an account. This way, I can easily contact you if I need to ask questions, or you can easily contact me if I am portraying your character incorrectly, which is vital, so that I can attempt to fix it in later chapters.

this isn't required, you can tell me what kind of garb they are normally wearing. If you don't, and you pick a Half-Breed/Morph, then I will just have their clothes be like Veil and Haru's, where they match what their species is.

4. If you so desire, you can include a backstory. I'm not saying that the backstory will absolutely be included in the story, but if you want to give me more backstory to the character, then you can.

5. If I somehow manage to get more than six submissions, then I will choose whichever ones I like the best and whichever ones are the most detailed and descriptive. Other than that, there is no bias whatsoever.

6. Please, for fuck's sake, could someone put in a female submission?! I, so far, have six submissions, and all of them are males. Which means that if I don't get any female requests, then I'm going to have to use two or three of my own, because this will not be a sausage fest! Thanks in advance. :)

So, with that done, have a nice morning/night/thingy. Yeah, it's currently two in the morning here, and I haven't slept yet, so I don't know what to put here. Anyway, see you next time!