Zygard and The Bond Phenomenon.

When You Make A Deal For Dinner...

Roy dropped Greninja's belongings in his hands and promptly walked past him.

"Dinners in fifteen minutes," he said to the room. "Greg, take our guest to wash up. Everyone else get ready for dinner."

One of Roy's family members opened their mouth to ask a question but was beaten to it when Roy called from down the hall, "And no asking him any questions until dinner."

Greninja looked between his reunited possessions and Roy's family in utter bewilderment. He had been certain Roy was going to get even to him for breaking into his house. Being invited to dinner came as a complete shock.

As Greninja stood by the doorway with a dumbstruck look on his face, a tall orange weasel looking Pokémon approached him. Greg, as Greninja presumed, had two long blue fins, one on the outside of each arm, twin orange and yellow-tipped tails, and a yellow tube-like shawl that clung all the way down to Greg's waist.

"Follow me," Greg said as he slipped past Greninja. Greninja looked towards Lydia hoping for some help as he tried to process what was going on. But Lydia simply shrugged and waved him off after Greg.

Not knowing what else to do Greninja followed Greg out and up a flight of stairs, where they took a brief stroll down a hallway to a small door positioned near the end of the hall. Greg opened the door and gestured for Greninja to enter. When he did he found himself in a quaint little bathroom fully equipped with a tub, sink, and lavatory.

"You can wash up in here," Greg said and pointed towards the sink, "Hot is on the left, cold the right and when you're done grab a towel from the bask and hang it on the bar."

Greninja nodded absentmindedly as Greg gave him instructions, barely registering what he had said.

Greg not seeming to care or notice Greninja's distant state of mind decided to make his leave. "If you're all good here I'll be off," he said as he began to walk away only briefly return to tell Greninja one last thing, "Oh and don't go into the room at the end of the hall when you come back down."

Greninja nodded again and stared at the doorway for a few seconds after Greg had left. He shook his head and walked to the sink turned on the tap and splashed his face with cold water.

"Uhh. What is happening," he mumbled as water ran down his face. Everything was moving too quickly for Greninja to understand. How did he end up in Arkos? What was he doing in their house? Why was Roy acting less manhuntery? All these questions and many more buzzed around in Greninja's head, forcing him to splash more cold water on himself to drown out his thoughts.

When his mind was substantially drowned, Greninja quickly washed his hands and dried himself before hanging his towel next to the only other towel in the room. He read the initials C.F. off of the blue fabric and left wondering who's initials were sown into it. As he walked back towards the stairs he glanced down the hallway towards the room at the far end and was tempted to investigate despite, or perhaps in spite, of Greg's warning. He felt a great compulsion to enter that room and likely would have if Lydia hadn't appeared when she did.

"Hey Mr. no name," she said from above him, "You ready for dinner yet?" She asked as she descended a flight of stairs towards him

"Yeah, what's on the menu?" He asked only half seriously. He felt he was already intruding enough and that he'd simply stomach anything they gave him. Lydia smiled briefly and waved him to follow her.

"You're in luck," she said as they descended the stairs, "Roy promised to cook for us tonight. Whatever he makes is bound to be delicious!"

"So you don't know what he's making, do you?" He asked nervously.