Forty years since the Cure had first started making its rounds.
Twenty-five years since things had started shifting around with the Cured becoming more common and laws and perceptions altering as a result.
As a Dark Elf from a Feral Group, who'd simply taken one gloating beating too many and then hobbled off, she'd made her way to a town and gotten the Cure. Then she'd spent a lot of time observing as the clouds dropped from her mind and the Needs became less compulsive and more things she could deal with.
After that, she'd realized how lucky she'd been in some respects. She could have been taken by any number of Tamers. She could have emerged in one of the holdout areas where she'd have been property-with-no-rights much like she'd just escaped from.
After awhile she'd observed things and discovered that in this area, pokegirls fell into three major categories. Pets, Action Teams, and Skilled Labor. Not that there wasn't crossovers from group to group. She'd met and had a lively discussion with a Peekabu who was both a Pet and worked the cash register at a Reclaimer Shop as Skilled Labor.
Not that civilized life was all fun and games. There was a lot of work involved, and there was some sort of parasitic creature called a 'taxes' which apparently preyed on the townsfolk and caused a great deal of pain as it sucked away their energy or lifeblood or both. She'd been keeping an eye out for the thing ever since she'd heard of it, swearing it wouldn't feast on HER if she could help it.
She'd been listening to the talk at the farm, helping out with the sorting, when the mystically-oriented among the girls had exclaimed that there had been a dimension-crossing. That the travellers were in a nearby but fairly dangerous section of forest.
She'd come at all speed once she'd understood the basics. She'd heard the tale of Ranma Saotome, asked about it once she'd seen the statue in front of the inn's pokecenter (as apparently this had been one of the places he'd stopped at way back before his disappearance) and understood that this was an opportunity for her.
She'd been eyeing some of the male humans around the farm, but they were apparently not all that accepting of yet-another girl to their stock. Helping out every so often was one thing, another commitment another thing altogether.
She still had a need to belong to a group, among other more (ahem) personal needs. If this guy WAS like the fabled Ranma, he didn't have ANY girls. Or very few. There were quite a few of the girls helping out at the farm who'd done a disappearing act when the news had broken. This was her big chance!
When she got there though, the male proved to be awfully darn young and had a pokegirl of some kind unconscious in the clearing. Still, he looked pretty fit and was taking care of his wounded pokegirl. Great care in fact.
That determined, the Dark Elf made sure her hair was mussed up JUST enough. Then crept out to offer her services to the young man. When he grew up, she'd already have a guy who would know how valuable she could be.
Naruto stared, fascinated, as the nearly-nude girl took over the care of Hinata with many looks up at him. She seemed to want him to watch her, and that was fine by him. Though Sakura and Ino were out there somewhere and he had to go find them soon.
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