Pokémon: Day Bringer

Haru was in his room, the night stretching on quietly as he gazed out of the window, staring at the moon. Its soft glow stirred something deep within him. He remembered staring at it in his past life—how beautiful it was. The moon had always been a quiet companion. In the past, it had even been the reason he met his first lover. He could still feel the pull of that distant memory, like a faint echo of a life he had once lived.

But then, he remembered this life.

Haru closed his eyes, diving into the mix of his scattered memories. "This me... made promises to become a Champion? What even is that? Whatever..."

He shook his head slightly and closed his eyes again, letting the memories flood in. His thoughts drifted, becoming more focused as he replayed his past experiences, his new life in this world.

"Pokémon League, huh," he muttered to himself. "So this me didn't just lose—he was crushed. Hopes destroyed... So he quit being a Pokémon Trainer."

There was a strange heaviness to the thought, a sadness he couldn't fully grasp. He had been so young, yet life had already weighed heavily on him. His fingers curled slightly as he continued processing the memories.

He paused, his brow furrowing as he whispered, "Why would young me—no older than 10—want to be a soldier?" He couldn't understand it. The contradiction nagged at him, something just out of reach.

Haru reopened his eyes and stared at the moon again. "Wait... Pokémon Trainers have changed. How many years has it been?" The realization struck him like a cold wave. Time had passed, and with it, the world he knew had evolved. He had missed so much, or perhaps it had all shifted without him noticing. He wasn't sure.

Sighing, he leaned back, reflecting on how he ended up here, in this strange new life. His old self—the memories of battles, of victories and losses—felt like another lifetime. But now, he was faced with questions he didn't have answers to. He closed his eyes once more, trying to focus on the present.

It seemed like he had a new journey ahead. Whether it was to become a Champion or something else entirely, he had no idea. But for now, Haru had to figure out who he was in this new world. The past was clouded, but the future—well, that was still unwritten.

Haru just sighed, the weight of his thoughts pressing down on him. "What happened to this me... and Pokémon?" he muttered under his breath, a sense of confusion filling his mind. He had memories of his old self, of battles and friendships, but this new version of him seemed distant, disconnected from it all.

He closed his eyes again, as if trying to block out the discomfort that these new, fragmented memories brought. His mind raced as he replayed the details, trying to understand what had happened.

"Wait..." Haru's voice barely above a whisper, "He just released them, saying they could find better trainers." His hands clenched, his heart sinking as the memory came back clearer. He had let go of his Pokémon. The ones who had been by his side, the ones he had fought alongside, he had just set them free.

The thought was almost unbearable. Why? Why would he do that? His Pokémon... they had always been more than just partners—they had been his companions, his friends.

"Couldn't have been the right choice, could it?" Haru questioned aloud, uncertainty filling his words. But deep down, a part of him felt that it had been. He wasn't sure why, but it seemed like something this version of him had needed to do.

He stood up and walked to the window, staring at the moon once more. The silence of the night seemed to weigh heavily on him, the cool breeze stirring his thoughts. "Maybe this life isn't about being a Champion," Haru said softly to himself. "Maybe it's about finding the right path... after all, I wasn't born to be a soldier. But then, I don't know what I'm supposed to be."

The question lingered in his mind as he tried to process everything—his memories, the life he had lived, and the choices he had made. But for now, all he could do was move forward.

Haru stood by the window, the faint glow of the moon casting a silver sheen across his room. It was oddly peaceful, yet the turmoil inside him only seemed to grow. The memories—those two conflicting sets—spilled into his mind again. His past self, the one who had once fought with ideals, with dreams, with a sense of purpose… and then this version of him, who seemed to have given up on everything.

"Why couldn't I have kept that dream alive?" he whispered to the night. The memory of his Pokémon, the ones he had let go, still stung like an open wound. He couldn't understand why he'd abandoned them. But maybe that was the point. Perhaps this life wasn't meant to follow the same path as the last. Perhaps the version of him that had been a trainer—had been a fighter—was gone.

He turned away from the window, pacing slowly. "A Champion... what does that even mean in this world?" he asked himself. He didn't have the answers, and for once, he wasn't sure if he even wanted them. All he knew was that life had moved on, and now, so must he. He couldn't keep clinging to a past that wasn't his own anymore.

His thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock at the door. Haru paused, his heart skipping for a moment. He had barely been awake for a full day, yet it already felt like there was no escaping the people in his life.

"Come in," he called, not bothering to turn around.

The door creaked open, and in walked a familiar face. It was Whitney, the gym leader of Goldenrod City—the same girl he had seen earlier, the one whose face had flickered through his memories. She stood there in the doorway, looking a bit unsure but determined.

"Hey, Haru..." she said softly, her usual cheerful tone replaced with something gentler. "How are you feeling? You looked a little out of it earlier."

Haru glanced over his shoulder at her, his expression unreadable. He hadn't expected anyone to check on him this soon, especially not after everything. "I'm fine," he said, though his voice lacked conviction.

Whitney stepped into the room, her eyes scanning the space before resting on him. "I know it's been a lot to take in... but you're not alone in this, alright?" Her voice was warm, reassuring. "Whatever's going on in your head, we'll get through it together. We're friends, remember?"

A small spark of warmth flickered in Haru's chest at her words, but it quickly faded, replaced by a deeper confusion. Friends? He wasn't sure what that even meant anymore, not with everything going on inside him. He didn't know who to trust, not even himself.

"I... don't know what I'm doing," Haru admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "This life, these memories... I feel like I'm stuck in between two worlds, and I don't know how to fix it."

Whitney took a step closer, her eyes softening with understanding. "You don't have to fix everything all at once, Haru," she said gently. "Sometimes, it's okay to take things one step at a time. The past is the past, and the future... well, it's still unwritten. You don't have to have all the answers right now."

Haru stared at her, her words sinking in slowly. He wanted to believe her. He wanted to find his way, but the weight of the past—and the confusion about his place in the world—still loomed over him. "I don't even know what I'm supposed to be doing," he confessed, his voice breaking slightly.

"You don't have to know," she replied, offering him a small, reassuring smile. "You'll figure it out. You don't have to be a Champion, or a trainer... just be yourself. And that's enough."

For a moment, the room was silent, save for the soft rustle of the wind outside. Haru looked down at his hands, as if expecting them to hold the answers. But they didn't. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how many memories flashed before his eyes, the answers weren't there.

"Thanks, Whitney," he said finally, a faint smile tugging at his lips. It wasn't much, but it was something. Maybe, for once, he could let go of the pressure. Maybe he could just be Haru.

As she turned to leave, Whitney glanced over her shoulder, her pink hair catching the light. "Don't be a stranger, okay?" she said, with a wink. "And if you need someone to talk to... I'm here."

With that, she stepped out of the room, leaving Haru alone once again. But this time, the silence didn't feel as heavy. The uncertainty was still there, but he could see a faint light at the end of the tunnel—a light he hadn't noticed before.

Maybe this was the start of something new. Maybe, for once, he didn't need to have everything figured out. Maybe, just maybe, he could take things one day at a time.

With a deep breath, Haru lay back down on his bed, closing his eyes and allowing himself a moment of peace. Tomorrow was another day, and for now, that was enough.

Haru lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as his mind wandered. Whitney's words still echoed in his thoughts, soft and comforting, but they didn't quite settle the storm inside him. He remembered Raven—his first love, the girl from his past life. She had been everything to him: kind, strong, and fiercely loyal, but also trained in ways that most people could never comprehend. The way she moved, the way she thought... it was as if she had been shaped for something far more dangerous than just being a regular person.

He chuckled softly to himself. "She really is like Raven..." His voice was barely above a whisper as he replayed her image in his mind. Whitney, with her pink hair, her unwavering determination to help, and that uncanny kindness—she reminded him so much of the girl he had loved. But Haru quickly reminded himself, No, this is different. This is a new life.

He closed his eyes, trying to shut out the memories of his past life. He could still see Raven's face, feel the weight of their shared history, the bond they had formed over battles fought side by side. That life was so far away now, yet it still lingered within him, tugging at his soul.

"And she's not an assassin... she couldn't be," Haru mumbled to himself. Raven had been a master of the shadows, a silent weapon in a world that didn't know how to handle her skills. He doubted Whitney had ever picked up a dagger, much less trained to kill someone in the blink of an eye.

The more Haru thought about it, the more he realized how strange this situation was. Why was I brought back? he wondered, What's the point of all this if I can't even figure out what I'm supposed to be doing?

Sighing, Haru stood up and walked to the window, gazing out at the quiet city of Goldenrod. It was peaceful tonight, and for once, he didn't feel the constant pull of his old memories. Instead, there was a strange sense of calm.

Maybe I'm meant to just live this life and forget the other one... he thought, but the flicker of doubt still lingered. He had to face the reality that both lives were connected—somehow. Whether he liked it or not, this new life was just a continuation of everything he had been, but with a different face and a different path.

Haru turned away from the window and walked back to the bed, plopping down with a sigh. I can't keep running away from this, he thought, but I don't know how to make sense of it all.

Haru stood up again, walking toward the window as he stared out into the moonlit night. The winds of Goldenrod City rustled softly against the glass, carrying with them the scent of the nearby fields and the distant sound of nighttime chatter. But none of that could distract him from the thought that had begun to gnaw at the edges of his mind.

Could they have been reincarnated too?

He chuckled softly to himself, shaking his head at the absurdity of the idea. He'd never been the type to believe in the supernatural, in anything beyond what his own eyes could see. Yet, here he was, alive again, with memories of another life swirling in his mind like they were his own. It didn't make sense. How could it? But the more he thought about it, the more certain he became that this couldn't just be a coincidence.

"Maybe it's true," Haru muttered under his breath. "Maybe this whole reincarnation thing isn't as impossible as I thought."

He turned back to the room, the soft glow of the lamp on the bedside table casting long shadows across the walls. His thoughts flickered to Whitney, and a smirk tugged at his lips.

She's just like Raven, he thought, his mind racing with possibilities. Whitney's kindness, her strength, the way she'd just clicked with him without even knowing why—there was something about her that was eerily familiar. Not just in the way she looked, but in the way she carried herself, like someone who had seen the harshness of the world but had chosen to stay kind, to protect others despite the odds.

"And if she is... If she's like Raven... then maybe the others are too," Haru mused aloud, his voice barely above a whisper. Maybe they're all out there, waiting for me to find them again.

He paced back and forth in the room, hands in his pockets as his mind raced with new thoughts. This time, I won't let them go. The memories of his past life burned brighter than ever, and he knew in his heart that he couldn't let the people he loved slip away again, even if they didn't remember him. Even if they didn't remember themselves.

"If they've been reincarnated... if this whole mess of fate has brought us back together, then I'll make sure we never lose each other again," he whispered fiercely to himself. His black eyes shone with a determination that hadn't been there before. "I won't let the past repeat itself. Not this time."

The room was still, but inside Haru, a storm of emotions was beginning to brew. He wasn't just fighting for his own peace this time; he was fighting for the people he had lost—and maybe, just maybe, he was going to do whatever it took to bring them back, even if they didn't know who they were or who they had been.

As the moonlight filtered softly through the window, Haru made a vow in his heart, one that only he could hear, but one that would drive him forward from this point on:

I'll find all of you.

To be continued

This fanfic is going to be a Fusion of the Games and Anime with a bit of the Pokémon Manga