On the Wings of Death

Ready, Set, Go

"Hello!" A voice called.

Yveltal turned, lowering the basket onto one of several large boxes. "Hello," he answered cautiously.

The man grinned. "I'm your new neighbour! The name's Aiden, by the way. Welcome to Kalos!" He held out a hand.

Yveltal almost smiled at the man's friendliness, before realising that he would have to introduce himself. Holy Arceus, quick, think of a name!

"Yvan Void," he blurted out, shaking the man's hand. At the same time, he reached out and forcibly suppressed his natural aura. It wouldn't quite do for the man's Furfrou to go Zubatshit crazy, after all.

Thankfully it seemed to work, because the Furfrou didn't react. Or maybe it was just because the Furfrou was too terrified to react. Either worked for him.

Aiden smiled broadly. "Ah, so you're not from Kalos! We're all so glad to have you here, though, Yvan. Vaniville Town has been the same for ages now – it's about time for someone new. My wife should be coming around later; she's Linda. By the way, do you speak Kalosian?"

The man's energy was infectious, and Yveltal was left wondering why meetings couldn't be like this. Maybe they were just far too bored with each other. "Oui," he answered. "Est-il nécessaire, de le parler?"

"Non," Aiden answered. "But it helps if you want to go to the Lumiose shops. Honestly, they are such snobs. I mean, what does stylishness have to do with shopping?"

Yveltal knew of this, of course, but he agreed with Aiden. "Oui, c'est ridicule."

He didn't have anything else to add on, but that was okay, because right then Aiden spotted baby Harry in the basket. "He's such a gorgeous baby! Is he yours?" At Yveltal's – reluctant – nod, he continued, "Who's the mother?"

"She's dead," Yveltal said quietly. Technically true. Then, deciding to elaborate – and lie at the same time – he added, "It was in Unova. She got gored by a wild Samurott."

Aiden's face fell. "I'm sorry. Do you want any help with your stuff?" He gestured to the stacks of giant boxes. What had his insane family packed?

"That would be great. Merci," he added.

Aiden waved it off. "Oh, it's no problem. You're part of the community now!" He frowned, before adding, "Do you have Pokémon?"

Yveltal quickly sent out a flare of aura, combing the area nearby for wild Dark and Ghost types. Thankfully, there was one just an hour's flight away – and, apparently, a newly-released, depressed Honchkrow. He caught the Honchkrow's thoughts – What did I do wrong?

With a brief mental link, Yveltal explained to him the situation. The Honchkrow was all too happy to oblige. Of course, my lord, he murmured.

Yveltal returned to the present. Thankfully, Aiden didn't question why he had been looking at the sky. "Just one right now, actually. A Honchkrow. He's not here right now though. I thought it would be better to let him get acquainted with the surrounding area first."

Aiden nodded. "That's probably wise, Yvan. Vaniville might be small, but Kalos can still be a confusing place from the air."

Yveltal picked up the key, sliding the bronze into the lock and hearing a smooth click. At least the house was probably in good condition. Yveltal was pretty sure he would have returned to the Hall of Origin and strangled the first legendary he saw if the house was a wreck.

The door slid open, revealing a wide wood-panelled hall. Yveltal picked up the basket and stepped inside, leaving the door open for Aiden and the Furfrou. He glanced around, mentally giving it his approval.