Pokémon Nerve Dead

Aether Apostle · Mar 21, 2022

Note: NOT a hate fic. And I'm not ignorant of the franchise. 'It's part of OC's character'.

I already have multiple chapters for this fic posted elsewhere, so I'll be posting one a day until I catch up to the most recent.

Rated M for M~~urphy's Law.~~..Yes, I just did that. :x

But seriously, Warning: Story contains Very strong language and scenes.

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Nerve Dead

Chapter 1:

Cut

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Grey was so, so close to ending it once and for all, as years of torrential anathema for his tormentor bubbled up in the wake of his emotional and mental abuse.

With his mother and sister having left the house for grocery shopping, his step father had crossed the final line with him.

"What is wrong with you? Can you not do anything right for once in your failed life!?"

Ungrateful, selfish, and egotistic as all hell, the old prick didn't have a drop of appreciation for all Grey's time invested in the 'family' business. Family? This was no family. At best, it was a dysfunctional micro-community of four. Five, if Nigel, his step-brother and only once-friend could be counted. But having used Grey as a scapegoat and leaving everything to him so that it lessened his own guilt about leaving the 'family' business, Nigel, had long since moved out. He never heard from him again.

Used and abused. That was Grey's life.

It got so bad that he had become a hopeless nihilistic misanthrope. In his eyes, Humanity was in desperate need of a good genocide. It was a selfish, consumerist, idol-worshipping, knuckle dragging, mindlessly self-indulgent, child molesting, and abusive species.

"Fuck off old man, I've been working just as much as you. What has your precious son done for this business!? Fucked right off that's what, and I don't blame him, considering your wrinkly unappreciative ass."

"What was that!?"

Oh and cruel to animals too. They were defenseless and innocent, what did they do wrong? Like humans, they didn't choose to be born. But they were better 'people' to their own species, in most cases anyway. Except for mosquitoes, they were assholes and no one could convince him otherwise. Plus, they shared qualities with his step father; so fuck'em.

It was too bad they didn't have a means to really defend themselves in the face of man's tech.

For some reason, 'Pokémon' came to his mind. It was strange, considering the last time he had played was...Some fifteen-twenty years ago? He couldn't remember shit all from the games or anime, and much less of the manga. But this new gen stuff that people—even at his age—were raving about, just annoyed him.

As a child, he liked the game.

Now?

He loathed it.

Why?

Somehow, these fire-breathing, ice-conjuring, plant-manipulating, powerful and Psy-kinetic, intelligent beings, very capable of defending themselves in a world like this one, and understanding human language; become slaves to humanity's self-indulgence in 'their' world? What? It was fictional, yes, but it was just...Bizarre. Stupid, even.

Grey just couldn't understand what all the fuss was about. Much more recent than 'pokémon', he had been an avid gamer of all sorts of franchises like 'Warcraft', 'Starcraft', 'Warhammer', 'Smite', 'Demi-God', 'League of legends', 'Dota', and 'Magic: the gathering' to name a few. But all those featured intelligent beings that didn't necessarily fall to the whims of 'humanity'. It was fair game, mostly.

Of course, this was all years before he started to work out a little and get involved in the 'family' business.

"You heard me."

The elder man furrowed his aging brow and he slammed a hand on the kitchen bench—

"Pack up, and get the fuck out." He demanded with a stubby finger pointing to the door.

Really? He thinks he can kick 'me' out? Just like he tried with his 'own' son? Like I'm some kind of snot to be flicked off his nose?

"Oh, you think you can kick me out? This is my mother's house too. I'm not your son for you to kick out! You old cunt."

Grey had considered himself to be patient with most people. Hell, he had a lot of practice, but here, he had lost it.

He was half-way through a psychology course, but he had to come back all the way from his 'actual' father's house to the family business and aid his mother. Because he had some karma to pay, that's how Grey saw it. It was fair to him at first...But being here for this long, with all the abuse, he found himself trapped in a perpetual descent to madness.

Every day he looked into the mirror and saw how a clean normal face, overtime, became a dandruff riddled, skin dry, unkempt, all-nighter and gaunt pale face.

This place had eroded his nerves.

"If you don't get out, I will find a way to make you. You're a failed non-graduate student eating under our roof, you move in and out of your mother's life, you're an uncaring selfish brother to your sister and not to mention a poor son to your mother, you allowed that slut-druggo' ex of yours to manipulate you against her, and you're calling 'me' a 'cunt'? Fuck you!"

"At least I didn't almost send 'my' mother, your wife, to the hospital in a rage. I'm a fucking saint compared to you. You're lucky I was back at my dad's that day."

The old man rose a brow at that, "That's between me and your mot—"

"Very lucky," Grey repeated, with his eye flickering dangerously to the light reflecting off the blade of a kitchen knife on the bench. Very tempting right now, but that wouldn't be wi—

"Get out. Now. I mean it. You're a failure, and you'll always be one. And Weak. Just like your fucking arab' father—"

The way Grey's nerve broke, was like the final strand of a sail boat's mast rope snapping under the pressure of a storm.

That was it.

Grey loomed toward his step father.

His hand ran along the kitchen bench surface, toward the knife as the image of his amber eye reflected off its steel edge.

A migraine developed, serving only to infuriate him further; his nerves were on fire and his heart was bursting in his chest so hard that it hurt—

"I'm sorry...What was that last part?" He managed out, barely restraining a growl.

Flushed red in annoyance, the old cunt staggered back, "What, you think you're a macho now? You're gonna' assault a sixty-five year old? That'll look good on your record, as usual you're illogical. No surprise there."

Fuck my record.

Grey grabbed the knife, though his trembling left arm became heavy for some reason, and a stabbing pain flared across his eye veins as they pulsated and twitched like crazy, but he didn't give a shit.

"I asked you a question, Marcus," said Grey with a snarl.

"What're you deaf too now? tch—"

Fuck karma.

The tang of iron assaulted his nostril as a warm and viscous liquid ran down to his lips and his left leg trembled in his anger, but he refused to pay heed to it as his vision went red.

"—looks like you're gonna get vertigo—"

Fuck logic.

"—like your lebo' dad."

And fuck you.

Grey roared as he sprung toward a frightened Marcus, grabbing the collar of his shirt, dragging him across the kitchen, and with a grunt in effort, slung him over the sink with dishes falling and shattering on the floor.

The look of fear in Marcus' unblinking eyes was cathartic.

With his step father flailing in vain under the iron grip he had on his throat, a manic grin cracked Grey's face as he raised the knife to the sky.

"See you in hell, Marcus."

The manipulation his mother went through to sustain this failed fifteen-plus-year marriage; the yelling and arguing; the spiteful quips; ungratefulness; physical and emotional abuse; and constant derisive demotivation, would all end today.

Vengeance for years of lacerating mental torture was at hand, and oh it would be delicious.

The muscle of his right arm twitched as he was about to plunge the kitchen blade into his step father—

Grey's vision went white.

His head buzzed as he lost all bodily perception. It was like a stun grenade had exploded in his skull.

Wait…I…Huh...What's happ—

Were his final thoughts before the darkness…

…

Once more, the heat of light reddened his vision behind his lids. Bodily senses came back in parts with a head-splitting migraine making him wince. Some rocky little objects pressed against his face as he inhaled dust, racking out a cough while he jolted off the ground from his choking. Spitting out the dirt, he groaned in disgust before stopping altogether when his vision cleared.

...What the...Where am I?

He was surrounded by a thick forest, with patches of exposed dirt here and there, and he happened to be on one. Already his luck was shit and he didn't know what the fuck happened.

It was only when he gripped his fist that he observed the knife was still in his hand, and to make matters worse...

It was as clean as it was when he picked it up, with his shocked eyes peeking through his mess of black locks mirrored on the steel.

No...No, no, no—No!

This wasn't happening. This—

The ruffling of bushes alerted him, and he whirled around pointing the knife in the direction of the noise. A racoon…Of sorts, shuffled its way out of it, sniffing the ground.

Wait. What the fuck is that?

The pointy haired, white and beige striped mammal peeked at him through its fur-masked black eyes.

"Zigza—st a Human," it grunted, before ignoring him and scurrying off into the bushes.

...Did...Did that thing just talk?

It was a bit too big for any racoon he had ever seen. As he gazed in its direction, he noticed a—disturbingly—huge red grub, lurching its way across a tree branch above.

"Wurmple...Wur—hungry," it hummed in an acute quivering voice while gazing at him with big, yellow and pupiled eyes, before disappearing into the leaves...

Maybe the racoon was a bit of an anomaly. But 'that' was far too big to be a normal bug. No insect on Earth, much less a caterpillar, should be so massive. At most, a Hickory horned devil would measure up to 14cm. That thing was at least 30 fucking centimeters tall and eight pounds worth of bug, with pupiled eyes...And it definitely talked.

Something was wrong...

No...

Was he...Was he dead!? While Marcus was still—

A distant panicked yell and some feral barking echoed from deeper in the forest.

This was hell.

A little more green than he expected, yes, but this was hell.

It had to be. And his body was laying on the kitchen floor back at his miserable home on Earth, dead for who knows what reason. While his step-father, narrowly escaping death, would be smirking over his dead body.

If that wasn't an injustice, then the universe was a prick and he was candidly fucked.

But...How?

Though he did recall that skull splitting migraine...Wait...Now that he considered it...The symptoms, and—

Oh bloody hell...

"Did I just die from a ruptured aneurysm?"

It was the only explanation for the symptomatic process, with years worth of accumulated stress that was apparently enhanced by his enraged blood lust...But then, how did he end up here with the same clothes he had on? His white hoodie nor blue jeans had any signs of blood, only a bit of soot from the ground he laid on. And what about the knife he still carried? And the huge—apparently talking—fauna? He didn't remember smoking a ton of joints or doing any LSD. And even if he did, there's no way it would produce such real hallucinations, could it?

What the fuck was going on!?

The yell through the trees intensified enough to identify it as male, with the barking getting louder.

Grey sifted through his choices. Megafauna most likely plagued these woods and he really didn't want to delve further in. But surrounded by tall trees, there wasn't a hint of civilization in sight. The only sign of it was the person in trouble, and they may be the only one around here, for who knew how many miles, to give him some answers. It was inevitable.

"Shit."

Breathing in preparation, lifting his hood overhead, shoving the knife into his front jumper pouch, and gathering his wits, he launched himself into a mad sprint through the branches and jumped over the shrubbery. His peripheral occasionally picked up something moving within the leafy shadows of the trees and bushes, but it would be unwise to stop moving—

Don't look back-don't look back-don't look back.

—Instead, he increased his pace and bolted; despite his stomach already heaving from the exertion and leg muscles burning from the rough terrain.

The yelling turned into a plea for help. He was getting closer, and before long, he spotted a sunlit clearing through the trees. Grey burst out of the woods, onto a grassy decline and stumbled onto a scene below him.

He was glad to see another human, but not so much about the situation they were in. A chubby man in his thirties, wearing a scuffed up lab coat, was clinging for dear life on a branch. Below him, surrounding the tree, was a pack of three smoky-furred...Hyenas? Canines? Attempting to scale the tree, while letting out vicious barks at the man. He swore one of them yelled something, but preferred to believe he was brain damaged enough to imagine it.

They were each the size of a full grown Labrador, sporting red eyes on yellow sclera and huge fangs jutting out from the bottom of their frothing lips...Yeah, Fuck 'that'.

But before he could turn away—

"You! Hey you! Oh I'm so glad someone heard me, please help!"

Oh for God's sake!

Grey was already on the verge of shitting his pants on the way here, he was lucky enough nothing had swiped him on his rush through the woods. But this was bullshit; however, the man could potentially be the only one that can make some sense out of all this, and from the looks of it, he was some kind of researcher…

He turned to the pleading man, "Uh, hey. I'd really like to help but I don't see how—"

"The bag! Right there on the edge of the cliff! Use the—"

He pointed before almost slipping off the branch, causing Grey to wince and immediately comply. With his heart pounding all the way at his throat, he came upon a leather shoulder-bag on the ground and reached for something useful within...It was round. A grenade?

He pulled it out and for a few moments didn't register what it was until—

"No…No..."

He shook his head and his stomach sank as the world spun for a moment, with his blood running cold.

This isn't what I think it is...Right?

Despite his long forgotten knowledge, the World famous symbol of its existence was undeniable. But it made sense, the large fauna, their odd ability to talk and their bizarre shapes and colors…

The metallic spherical device had a red top and white bottom—or was it the reverse?—and separating the two colors in the middle was a black sealed line and a white button in the middle.

Oh hell…

No wait, maybe he's a fan or something! Yeah! And t-this is fake, a toy! Or collectible! Looks pretty fucking real and well crafted, actually.

He took note of the big black 'X' sticker on the red side of the ball. What was that? That was unusual, right? Must be a new gen trend or someth—

"No! Don't use that one!" Came the professor's worried voice.

Ha! I knew it! It 'is' just a collectible ite—

"She's unstable!"

Dread filled Grey…"What?" He gawked at the man who readjusted himself on the branch.

"That one's not gonna' do anything you tell it to, try another one quick!"

H-He's joking right? Has he gone mad? Or maybe I have.

"W-what do you mean by that?"

"I mean, use another pokem—"

No! No! No!

"I'm sorry sir, what was that? I-I couldn't hear you."

"Damn it, man! Grab another pokeball and throw it! There's three more in there but put that one back! Hurry I'm slipping!"

But his voice was drowned out as reality sank for Grey...The creatures, their appearance, and their talking...Holy shit.

This wasn't fair. Out of all the things to happen...All the possibilities...All the fictional universes...Why this one? He knew next to nothing about it. It just couldn't be. And those things chasing the professor were just normal sized canines. Weren't there bigger and more powerful creatures like, what's its name, a Chariza—

Grey's breath quivered and bile was rising up his throat at the mere thought of creatures that size existing. In his shock, his hand quivered with his grip releasing, and he fumbled the pokéball—

"Oh shit!"

He reached out for the mid-air ball—

The professor gasped, "No! What have you—"

But too late, the ball landed on the ground and popped open with a familiar sound. Whirring red energy poured out of its maw and began materializing into a shape. He would have appreciated the marvelous sight more if it wasn't for the panic rising in his chest.

The morphing was complete.

Standing there, a meter in height, was some kind of bird? Bipedal Chicken? No that wasn't right, this thing had two long yellow arms with three deadly long claws at the end of each, while its ashy scaled legs ended with clawed feet. Orange shaggy plumage covered its well-endowed thighs, while yellow smoother plumage covered the rest of its upper body, with a short beak and three orange feathers forming a small crest on its head—

It thrust its arms out and flames erupted around it—

"Combus—ck yeah bitches! I'm free! Ragh! Now, who's the fucker that locked me up!?" She asked in a feminine yet tempestuous voice as she whirled about in a fury.

Her fiery eyes flicked to her spherical prison on the ground, before landing on Grey, and giving him a vicious death stare.

A meter tall and coming out of a tiny ball, fire-producing, able to speak entire sentences on top of swearing...Clearly, not a collectible. Well, shit.

Despite the professor's situation being eerily familiar, Grey had forgotten mostly all about the franchise, how to play the games or what had happened in the anime or manga so far. So many generations must have passed by now.

He was never good at house training a common pet...Much less did he know how to tame a real; live; fire-breathing, Pokémon...

The whetting of blades rung as she brandished her knife-like claws and marched straight toward him with murder in her eyes.

So this was karma, or more aptly, Hell.

Fuck...

AN:

Again, I must repeat, This is NOT a hate-fic. It's only the OC, Not Author. Another angle.

Now,

This time, I'm just gonna' remind yous', you're reading an 'M rated' pokémon fanfic, so here goes:

Murphy's law, guys/gals, "Whatever can happen, will happen."

Toss me a review, let me know what you think. Too dark? edgy? Like? Dislike? Concrit? Up to you, feel free.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon nor any of its recognizable intellectual property. Nor do I own any recognizable factual/non-fictional concepts/companies/franchises or real-world references within this fictional work.

That said, there will be quite a few references, some real, some edited for story convenience, I'll make AN's on any important ones to disclaim. (Though I'll 'try' to limit these references, however, the OC will be using them as guiding points)

Thanks for reading...

:)

Aether Apostle · Mar 22, 2022

Chapter 2:

A mind of blades

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Oh Fuck me.

Grey inched backward in caution with his neurons ringing in adrenalized alarm, and every hair on his nape going rigid. His spine shivered paradoxically in the face of the bladed, avian inferno strutting toward him with flaming, furious rancor in her fiery eyes.

"So, you're the bastard human that locked me up, eh?"

To top it off, the situation itself had insanity painted all over it. This, pokemon-chicken-bird-or-whatever thing, spoke to him like a normal human. He assumed from years ago, and the current trend, that pokemon understood the human language; considering the 'battling' concept and all.

But to actually 'talk' like a human? He didn't remember 'that' from the franchise, or did he just forget? Perhaps he was more behind the times than he thought?

"Oi! Are you mute or what!? I asked you a damned question!" She growled, increasing the pace of her approach as he did for his retreat.

Flushed and sweating with his breath shuddering in the face of her blazing aura, he could only act civil and try his best not to offend her.

Just treat her like a human, Grey, just treat her like...A very angry, well armed, dangerous, and fiery human—

"N-No, I didn't, nope, not me." He barely even understood his own mumbling at the sight of her gleaming dagger-like claws.

"What? Then why the hell were 'you' holding that ball-thing!?"

"I-I wasn't holding it! It's there on the grou–"

"You think I'm a fuckin' idiot, do you!?" She was somehow even more furious than she already was. Grey kept backing away until his back hit a thick tree trunk, trapping himself between it and the aggressive pokemon.

"B-But if you weren't going to believe me, then why ask the question!?"

"Oh, a smart ass, ay!? I'll show you!" She screeched as she launched herself through the air with her claw aimed at his chest—

"Whoa shit!" he cried as he stumbled back onto the ground from the thrust which barely missed him, stabbing and burning into the tree trunk instead, leaving her stuck. She growled in an attempt to yank her arm free of the sizzling bark.

As Grey crawled backward on the ground to get away from her, still in disbelief and shock at the sight of the surreal creature, the professor called out to him—

"Grab the pokéball and try to get her back in!"

What!? Is he freakin' mental!? How the hell am I—

The roar of flames and abrupt increase in air temperature stole his attention as the pokémon had the entire tree set on fire, before tearing her arm free of its smoldering trunk.

—Ball it is!

He scrambled to his feet and dove for the pokéball, grabbing it and whirling around—

"Got the ball! Now wha—Oh Jesus fuc—"

The air whooshed from his stomach as her clawed foot sank it with a ferocious kick; it was like taking a metal bat to the gut. Struggling for breath, he stumbled back on the ground yet again as she was upon him, he dug his fingers into the grass in an attempt to crawl back, but he found himself pinned to the ground as a scolding hot claw hovered inches from his throat, singeing the surface of his skin.

"I fucking knew it." She snarled.

His breath shuddered at the knowledge of how he was about to die. Murdered in the same manner he attempted on his step-father. No, this couldn't be it. It wasn't fair!

"It wasn't me Goddammit!" He yelled in her face in a final attempt to dissuade her. She recoiled from his abrasive denial and raised a feathered brow, in apparent surprise about something.

"Oh? Then tell me 'smart ass', who was it then? Hmm?" She questioned with a hint of a sadistic grin curling her lips—or beak—while she dangerously traced circles across his throat with her index claw, just short of puncturing it, while he leaned away from it as much as he could. It burnt like hell to the touch.

Grey thought furiously before answering. If he told her it was the professor, then he was as good as dead. And there was no guarantee she wouldn't kill him as well. In her eyes, it had to be one or the other. It was his life, or the professor's. But the answer wouldn't guarantee anything.

"I-It was some poacher guy that ran off when me and the professor tried to stop him, but he dropped his bag 'there'." He attempted a lie to buy himself some time, hoping against hope that she was all brawns and no brains.

Then she finally gazed at the professor, who was still stuck on the tree, watching with profound worry lacing his bearded face, yet in absolute fascination of the, otherwise, surreal dialogue. She observed his situation and pursuer's who were now gnawing away at the tree in order to get it to fall. She sniffed the air a few times at the professor's direction, then at the pokéball's direction.

"That's strange, you two are the only one's here. Yet he's stuck on that tree. How did he get 'there' if the guy ran off and dropped his bag while you two supposedly pursued him 'together'? And why are poochyena chasing him up the tree? Also, I don't see any signs of a struggle on this slope to suggest he got blown away. Nor can I smell any other scent besides you two. And that ball has only 'two' distinct scents on it. That man's,"—She turned her gaze back on him with fury in her incandescent eyes—"and yours. Care to explain 'that'?"

And she was fucking smart to top it off. Great. But she made it sound as though she never even saw her kidnapper. Or so called 'capturer', considering the pokéball. That's right...One had to throw the thing at a pokemon to catch it. Or something like that. Just how on Earth—or 'in the hell'—did the researcher catch such a beast? Did he catch her off guard?

Now he was desperate.

"W-Well obviously, the guy had gloves on and we had to check the pokéballs."

"Oh really?" She didn't seem convinced.

"You didn't see 'us' throw it at you, right? That disproves your suspicion."

She chuckled evilly, "I disagree. Your weird scent is still lingering in the air, and coming straight from behind us in the woods, alone. 'You' came from the only plausible direction that this imaginary 'poacher guy' could have run off at, considering the slope and cliffside. While the professor is on 'that' tree in the 'opposite' direction. I think I've reached a verdict here…"

Oh for fuck's sake, really!?

She prodded his neck as she leaned in and furrowed her brow, "I call tauroshit."

Eh.

"Don't you mean, 'bullshit'?"

"I know what I said. Now die."

Fuck.

He braced himself as she raised her claws in the air, pointing the gleaming edges downward. So this is what Marcus must've seen. Figures. What were the chances of this thing dying of a brain aneurysm? In her fury, she may have been just as psychotic, but chances of her living a similar life to his were close to nil.

Karma is such crap—

Her muscles twitched to stab him—

"W-What's going on here?" Asked another feminine, human voice, this one nervous and younger.

His would-be killer-pokemon snapped her gaze away to locate the newcomer, and Grey's hand instinctively snaked into his jumper pouch, pocketing the pokéball to swap it with the only thing he could defend himself with. He just needed another second.

The professor's voice echoed, "May!? Is that you!?"

"Professor Birch?"

The distracted fowl pokemon gazed at 'May', "Who the hell is—"

Well Karma can go suck a dick—

Grey drew the kitchen knife and swung in an arc, slashing the creature's arm. A splash of blood mottled his clothes and her plumage as she produced an ear splitting shriek in pain, but he silenced her as he rolled over and shoved her off before stumbling back to his feet, pointing at the fowl pokemon with the kitchen tool as he created some distance—

"Gah! Why you fucking piece of shit! You cut me!" she roared as she licked the profusely bleeding gash he left.

At this point, his nerves were lit on fire, and the fuel was the epinephrine his thundering cardiac muscles were flooding him with—

"And 'you' were going to fucking 'stab' me, you bitch! What did you expect!?"

"What'd you call me!?"

Ah crap.

Fire erupted out of her maw and shot toward him, he jumped out of the way as the stream of searing flames barely singed his hair.

The flash of blades caught his eye, and hot pain clipped his left arm as she lunged at him. God she was fast.

He swung wildly with the kitchen knife to keep the psychotic pokémon at bay, but she dodged and knocked it away, sending it flying, leaving him defenseless. He controlled his breathing, trying to calm himself.

Don't lose focus. Keep steady. She's just like a human, you can do this. Just like the old days.

She went for a stab, and he deflected her arm and socked her in the face, but their height difference made him overcommit and trip up.

Recovering from his punch faster than he could react, the pokémon whirled in the air with a graceful spin and his cheek sank from an impact. His teeth chattered and his brains wobbled as he scraped the ground and slammed against a tree.

He spat out a glob of blood as he found himself out of breath again, plastered on the tree and heaving as the crazy fire-fowl paced toward him, wiping blood from her beak and brandishing her claws, "You've got guts for a human, I'll give you that. But you're still just a piece of shit like the rest of em' for putting me in that ball and taking me away like I'm some kind of trophy. So I'll relieve you of your existence."

Grey's head spun, his vision filled with doubles of everything, before readjusting. He tried to move, but his body hurt and he still couldn't catch his breath. His lungs burned in exhaustion. His mind spinning from the kick, he could only think of one thing to do. One last thing left.

With a shaky hand and a slow motion, he pulled out the pokéball, and the fiery pokemon froze at the sight of it, before regaining her composure, "That thing's useless if you can't target me. I'm not going back in there."

Grey couldn't understand why...But the kick he received to the head jogged his memory into one particular day of the past, on his way to a previous part time job he had…

He was walking past the open door of a small, crusty otaku shop that sold all sorts of merchandise. Some consisted of iconic content ranging from his favorite games and shows at the time, to other things he was never or no longer into, like pokémon; which happened to be playing an episode of it's anime series on a TV atop of the corner of the shop's ceiling.

He was about to leave, but something about the episode caught his attention...

It featured a purple haired teen. He held out his pokeball, pressed a button, and with—blue?—energy flowing out of the ball, he let out his pokemon.

What happened to the usual red light he recalled? What did that mean? He hadn't seen 'that' before. Must be a new generation.

"You're out of here!" Hollered out the purple haired and ever-frowning kid.

Oh. So did that mean he 'released' this creature? Is that what the 'blue' light meant?

The little chimp looking pokemon attempts to plead its case, but is ignored as the boy was about to walk away, but the famous kid with the cap and pikachu on his shoulder—of course he'd forget the human's name but not the icon of the franchise—walks over with two acquaintances, a tan young adult man wearing a vest, with a young girl wearing a white beanie.

"Paul? So that's the end of all that 'special' trainin'?" Asked the capped boy, AJ? Aron? Ash? Ketchup? No, that last one couldn't be right. The hell was his name again?

"Yeah that's right, what's the point?" replied 'Paul'.

"Huh?"

He walks away from the lot, "Obviously, I need to get a new fire-type."

"You're givin' up chimchar?"

The girl steps after Paul, "What happened to the two of you getting stronger together?"

The taller of the group then added, "All of that progress and you're throwing it away?"

But Paul walks off, shutting them all out without a care. While the group gave a side glance to the saddened 'chimchar', as it walked away moping at its failure, looking like it was about to burst into tears. Not to mention it had scrapes and bruises all over it. This Paul didn't even tend to the thing at least before releasing it. Shit, talk about abuse. Obviously the chimchar was scarred as fuck.

But the red capped kid offers the chimp pokemon a place in his group...And what happened next, was laughably predictable as the episode ended right there, with the narrator borrowing a quote from 'Alexander Graham Bell':

'When one door closes, another opens'.

...Pfft. Yeah right, Alex, your philosophy is just as cheap as the plot of this fucking episode of pokémon.

Grey stopped watching after that and continued on his way, being reminded of how ridiculous the plot of that episode was and the entire logic behind it. If anyone asked him, he'd say the little fire-chimp was better off without any of them, in freedom.

He didn't give a shit for how much of a saint the—Ash?—kid was. Would such an intelligent and emotive little creature, after just being rejected heartlessly by his original 'trainer', despite all the bloody effort it made to impress him and cater to the brat's self-indulgence, really run right into the arms of yet 'another' trainer so soon? Risking its emotional and mental health all over again? In another cage?

Stupid unrealistic plot, and an oxymoronic denigration of the franchise's own creation's intellect as an elemental being who is capable of manipulating and generating fire! For fuck's sake.

The absurdity of it astounded him. He couldn't believe he was so into the series as a child…

...The Fire-fowl bore into him with her furious eyes as Grey could see the 'May' girl, a brown haired, fifteen-sixteen year old girl, ordering a bluish little quadruped pokemon to use an attack from behind the lethal fire-type. But a burst of water from the little pokemon's mouth, blasted May in the face instead. The sight was pure gold, even though the young girl tried to help him.

Actually, the entire situation was fucking stupid.

Here he was, criticizing the trainer-pokemon relationship that the franchise bastardized into personal, self-glorified cockfighting. Meanwhile, he was somehow within said franchise getting the shit kicked out him by a 'pokémon' who was, apparently, just as misanthropic as he was. All while a sixteen-year-old was trying to rescue him by giving orders to another smaller pokemon that couldn't even figure out the obviousness of her intention. Either that or it just didn't like her enough to listen.

His shuddering breaths turned into snickering, becoming chortles and chuckling, before he flat out bursted into manic laughter. His cackling echoed in the forest, and all eyes were on him. It hurt to laugh and he was out of breath already, but man...That was just...

"The hell are you laughing about!?" Yelled the fire-type.

"Nothing...Just poetic justice."

"What!? You're 'so' dead."

He fiddled with the pokeball, trying to figure something out, following the—probably no longer fictional—'Paul' character's example with the device, but to no avail.

Fuck where is it?

The fire-fowl was nearing him, again raising its blades.

"Quick Mudkip! Tackle the combusken!" Intervened the professor from afar, but the little blue mud-fish pokemon looked like it was going to pass out from fear, much like the girl.

So the species name of this pokemon that's been beating the living snot out of him, was 'combusken', ay? Well, that name suffix revealed he made a good guess with the farm fauna-comparison he made earlier.

The combusken was upon him, with killing intent oozing out of her infernal aura.

Shit, I'm really going to die this time.

Then another memory surfaced…Much shorter, but purely ironic. It was of a red haired woman, wearing a white uniform with a red 'R' emblazoned on her open white vest over black under-top. Wasn't that one of the members of the running-gag trio of an antagonist organization from the series? What was it again? Roquette? Rosette? No...Rocket?

"You have to do it, go on and be with the one you love!" The colorful moth-like pokemon refused to leave. Then the woman's thigh length boot crushed a pokeball into pieces. "There, now there's no more pokeball for you to return to! Go on, get out of here!" She cried with tears lining her face. The pokemon sadly complied, but went on to fly with the rest of its numerous kin into a starry night sky...Needless to say, it was cheesy as fuck and the woman still owned other pokemon to use for her ridiculous comedic-relief routines and scandalously plotted 'evil' schemes...

Still, the intruding memory had served him. Or was it a precognition? Pure imagination? It didn't matter.

The combusken was just about to strike him, but Grey made her stop as he grabbed the pokeball in between his hands, "You're constantly on and on about this fucking ball, but did you ever think that you could just, oh I don't know, maybe do 'this'!?"

He yanked the device open with his fingertips, breaking his nails in the process, and grabbed both sides of its maw in an attempt to wrench it apart.

Shit the thing was harder than he thought. But being pummeled and trapped against a tree, he couldn't just stand to stomp on it like the vision suggested.

So he scratched and cut his already bleeding hands as he ripped the fucker apart.

The combusken just stood there gaping at him with shock in her eyes as the light crunching of metal was the only thing keeping the silence at bay.

It turned out to be a much slower process than he thought. But the very notion of a pokeball and the prison that it represented, struck home with his intra-ego. It fueled and ignited his already wracked nerves, and sent him into a wrathful crazed frenzy, seeing red as his very sanity was fractured for what seemed like the hundredth time at all these infuriating turns of events.

C'mon, break...Break you piece of goddamned shit! Ragh! Fuck!

With a final heave and twist, he snapped the crumpled device in half and dropped it at her clawed feet—

"There! Satisfied!?" He hollered out, ignoring the shredded and bleeding skin of his hands, earned from wrecking the little contraption as he fixed it with a frustrated glare.

The combusken was speechless, and like water dousing a fire, her crimson eyes glimmered for a moment…

...What was up with this human? If he could even be called that. What was she looking at?

Before her was an adult man by human standards, who was hunched at the tree, gazing at his self-inflicted cuts that dripped globs of blood onto the grass, staining it red.

She was befuddled at how he had yelled at her in defiance of his fate and shattered her tiny prison in his wild tantrum. Why did he do that? To prove something to her? To earn her favor? Why?

He lift his gaze, and there, all her assumptions were proven wrong.

Through the mess of wavy raven locks of hair, bloodshot amber eyes glared at her with an intensity that made her ruffle her plumage. Her vision wavered as her instincts for some reason blared in alarm, but she couldn't take her eyes off his, as the wisps of shadows cast by the tree leaves danced around him.

This wasn't the weak stuttering human from earlier, or from her previous encounters with others. No. He was different all of a sudden, and he actually cut her and fought back. Though he stood no chance when it came to her fire, the way he did it was fairly techinical, and quite vicious, even for a human. He even had a strange scent, like the ashes of a smoldering fire, the freshness of eucalyptus, the earthiness of his sweat, and the humid salt of an ocean, all at once; however, the latter was especially surreal as there was no sea water nearby.

She hated to admit it, but his scent was...Not unpleasant, yet compared to other humans, it was...Alien.

Not to mention she didn't expect him to understand every word she said. Pokemon could understand humans, but the reverse wasn't true, for some reason. Yet somehow 'this' guy was able to engage in full dialogue with her.

But right now, his aura screamed murderous intent, like an animal that had been imprisoned in a cage of its personal hell for years on end, bursting out all at once in violent retaliation from its repressed state, while simultaneously pleading in tearful agony for emotional relief. The sensation of his eyes on hers drove her spine to shiver as those ambers seemingly bore into the very recesses of her psyche, like the invading elongated limbs of an invisible monster, molding and twisting reality on a whim and trying to pry open her individuality, causing her mind to ache.

Their momentary eye contact was cut, with her odd headache subsiding, everything returning to normal, and the human's eyes rolling back as he fainted.

What the fuck was 'that'?

She was so distracted by the sight, that it was only now she registered the other human's presence behind her, with a mudkip in tow, but they looked like they were about to piss themselves. Not a threat.

A loud crack reverberated through the area, and the tree, where the so-called 'Professor Birch' was still hanging from, quivered and threatened to fall...This guy here wanted to help the professor, but had come from the opposing direction with a strange foreign aroma. So they didn't know each other, yet despite the odd hatred he showed the capture-sphere, he still decided to help the man? It was all so confusing.

Again, she eyed the raven-haired man's bloody appendages, and the amount of blood he sacrificed to free her from the ball-cage, painting the grass with it in his effort. Maybe he really wasn't the one who captured her, but the professor instead. Or perhaps there was a misunderstanding? Arceus' she had no clue, but it's possible she almost murdered the wrong person.

She was just sick of being used.

The tree cracked again and the human girl started panicking.

She made her choice.

I will have my answers.

…

...

Again, NOT a hate fic (From his opinions of the franchise and all). This is the angle of the character.

Thanks for reading! :)

Aether Apostle · Mar 23, 2022

Chapter 3:

Fractured Reality

…

Muffled beeps echoed in the dark as their tone became more clear and acute, but deafening and annoying.

Yet again, Grey's eyelid filtered the warmth of sunlight, stirring him awake with a dry groan. A mottled mix of white and tan welcomed him, before his blurred vision cleared into the familiar sight of a sterile clinic room. Something most places should have, like Earth...Hold on...

The soft cushioning of the pillow under his head and the coolness of bed sheets over his body, alerted him to his surroundings.

Hope dawned for the first time, with a soft ringing melody coming from somewhere, probably wind chimes from the window outside.

Wait...Was it a dream?

He rotated his stiff neck to get a better gaze at the room, trying to find any sign of his personal hell being real.

No absurd colors, no wildly bizarre creatures, in any picture frame or logo or any hint of the world he had just been in.

As he was about to celebrate with a fist pump to the air, his hands stung horribly, eliciting a yelp from the abruptness of it—

Ow! What the...

He carefully pushed off the covers from his bed, to reveal his heavily gauzed appendages, dotted with blots of red, with only one index being spared of the fabric, sticking out and pegged with a cable leading to the beeping heart monitor...But how?

Oh no…

But, that could have been anything! Maybe when he tried to stab Marcus in the kitchen, he fell on some shattered plates or glass and cut his hands. Yeah that must've been it! It had to be. This room seemed way too normal in contrast to his 'nightmare'.

Just to make sure, he leaned up on his bed and surveyed the area, which consisted of a nightstand next to him, the IV machine, heart monitor, some draws at the other end of the room and the door.

So far, so good, everything was normal.

Oh thank God.

He gazed at the tree outside by the ajar window next to him from where the wind chime sung its melody, and the two curtains flowing from the soothing draft.

Much to Grey's gladness, everything seemed blandly real, except for the weird red pattern on the left curtain...Which also happened to be light blue in shade covering part of the fabric, unlike the other one, being a full cream colored one…

And now that he listened closely, it seemed to be where the chiming was coming from, but there was no string attached to it from above, or a stand below it. In fact, it wasn't part of the curtain at all.

It was a pale blue bulbous object with two jagged streaks of red on either side of it and a stubby appendage pointing at him. It had a yellow bulb-like protrusion on top of it, and a long flowing curtained tail, with its bottom half blotted in the same coral red as its streaks…How the hell was it staying upright without any support?

The' fuck is tha—

It chimed and rotated to reveal two beady yellow eyes with an eternal grin connecting them. The beeping rate of his heart monitor skyrocketed as he gasped in horror—

"Chim—ello, nice to see you awak—"

He screamed.

The thing's face winced at his panicked shriek and it started chiming even louder while waving its stubby little limbs in placation—

"Please calm down," it sang in a rhythm as it floated near, but he leapt off the bed, grabbed the heart monitor stand—ignoring the painful protest of his slashed hands—and tried to shoo the thing away with it—

"Stay the fuck back! Don't come near me or I swear to God I'll—"

"Please, I mean no harm, your hands, sir, they'll—"

"Get away!" He lunged at it with the monitor as the cable flailed and he tripped over, banging his exposed knee on the white tile before getting up, aware now that he was naked under a teal gown, still in the world of poké—

No! No-no-no this was meant to be a dream, Goddammit!

"Where the hell are my clothes!?" but he spotted them folded on a seat nearby before it could answer. Keeping his eyes on the floating pokém—No, thing! Thing! Whatever it was!—as he went for his clothes, before the abrupt sensation of lethargy crept over his mind.

"Please, sir, calm down, rest. I'll bring the professor and—"

What is that? What's this...Feeling that's coming over me, I…

"Rest, go back to bed, please."

An image of the bed came to mind, it's pillow inviting, cool, soft; with the blankets clean and silky and...

I...Want to...Wait, what the hell!? I don't want to go to fucking bed! What is this!? Are 'you' doing this!?

"Calm yoursel—"

I don't know how you're doing it, but get out of my head. Right now.

"Ok, but you must—"

A torrent of red crushed the image—

Get out of my head bitch!

'Snap!'

The chime turned into a dissonant screech as the floating creature spasmed through the air in apparent pain. Bile rose in his chest at the explosive pitch, as well as the migraine that assaulted his head with the rough landing back to reality, which was currently questionable enough already.

Grey had no idea what just happened, but he swore to himself in the past, that no one would manipulate him again. Ever.

The door burst open and in came Birch with two young men sporting the same lab coat.

"What's going on here!?"

Grey spun around in alarm, his nausea worsening as he swung the heart monitor stand in an arc to keep them away—

"You first! Tell 'me' what's happening! Now! Where am-I-why're-there-pokemon-what—"

He couldn't hold it down anymore and his jaws snapped open with vomit erupting out, splattering the floor tiles in acidy swirls like a Jackson Pollock painting.

Grey staggered back as his head spun and his throat burned before collapsing to the floor; beads of cold sweat wetting his forehead and back.

"Quick! Get him on the bed!"

Several hands grabbed him from all over, lifting and pulling him toward the bed, but he flailed and thrashed about, hitting something with his elbow—

"Shit he's strong!"

"Hang in there, he'll tire out!"

Grey roared, blood filling his vision in his delirium and sending himself along with the men to smash against some furniture, but another wave of nausea came over him—

"Prepare an intramuscular' with 5mg's of Ketamine! Then we'll sedate him with the IV!"

"Right!"

"No! No! Let me go!" Grey struggled and resisted, but all he could manage now were lolling arms in his state. A sting on his thigh jolted him into another bout, but the throbbing of his throat slowed and calmness washed over him as the ceiling came into view once again…

This is just a dream, it's just a...

Grey exhaled and there was black...

...He took a lungful of air and he was back in the clinic room just as suddenly, with eyes darting back and forth, before settling on a suited, bespectacled man with a fair complexion, sitting on a chair in front of him with a pad and pen on his lap.

Grey tried to move his hand, but he found them strapped to the bed with leather belts on either side.

What the fu—

"How are you feeling?" Asked the man as he adjusted his square spectacles.

"Why am I strapped to a fucking bed!?"

"Language, sir."

"I'm 24! I'll speak however the hell I want! We're both adults here!"

The bespectacled man lowered his gaze and jotted some notes down, "Remembers his age...Able to distinguish adults from children...And is aware of basic human rights from his restraint. Good." He mumbled under his breath.

"Are you...Are you a shrink?"

"'Shrink'? What is that?" He asked as he jotted that down too.

Yeah definitely a shrink...That isn't aware of the universal slang term of his profession...Ah shit.

"Psychologist," Grey clarified, "Might' explain the get-up and why I'm tied down like a damn animal."

"Are you aware of the reasoning for your restraint?"

Grey shifted an eye to his re-gauzed hands and the IV drops he was cabled to. He grunted in annoyance.

"Yeah, I get it, I lost my shit and my hand wounds might open, okay? But I'm fine now"—he gave a pull on the strap, motioning to it—"c-can you please just, you know?"

The shrink considered it, "How about this, you answer some questions calmly, without agitation, and I'll remove them. You have the right to refuse to respond to some, however there are other 'logical' ones I need answering for me to diagnose you. Deal?" He asked with a gentle smile.

Grey exhaled, "Fine."

"Good. So, what can I call you?"

"You first."

He jotted that down, "Aware of proper social conduct, good...Sorry, my mistake, I'm Dr. Freud. What's your name?"

Haha! 'Freud'? As in 'Sigmund Freud'? Possibly the most famous psychologist of the ages? Oh God this couldn't get anymore fucked up—

"Grey."

"Surname?"

He considered answering, but he was more lost than a blind man touring an art gallery. Anything he might say during this interview could play against him here in this place, or dimension or whatever. He could end up at the looney house; if this world even had one to begin with, it wouldn't surprise him if it did.

"I'm entitled to reserve that information. It's not 'my' fault you can't identify me. First name's all you're getting, mate."

"That's fair, as long as I have a name to call you by, and you've already told me your age," Dr. Freud said as he wrote on his pad. "We'll skip the personal questions then, and go for the more important logical questions. I need these answered, Grey, so that I can decide if it's safe to release you. Is that acceptable?"

Grey just deadpanned as he yanked on the leather, "I don't think I have much of a choice, do I Doctor? Let's get this show on the road shall we?"

The elder man gave another smile, "Of course. Tell me, Grey"—he leaned forward and focused his piercing dark eyes—"what planet are you on?"

Grey almost answered 'Earth', but doubt filled his being. In those moments, his mind worked furiously to construct an answer that wouldn't see him sent to an asylum.

Oh shit. He thinks I'm suffering from severe dementia! My unwillingness to answer personal questions might've made him think I'm trying to avoid them for entirely different reasons, like symptomatic denial. Damn! So how do I answer? I could've sworn I saw Professor Birch just moments ago. But then again...He's not here now. And...I...

The room went dead silent as time was running out. The longer he took to answer, the worse his circumstances would get.

Shit-shit-shit! And to think this is just the 'first' fucking question!

That was one thing he never really knew, what planet was the pokémon world actually based on? He had to think hard about anything he might know, from pokémon itself to Nintendo's history and...But wait…

What if he really was back on Earth, fully awake after his attempt at murder, and Professor Birch along with that chiming-thing and everything else that transpired wasn't real? Had he finally lost his mind? If he answered wrong with something simple like 'Pokémon World', he wouldn't go to prison for his attempt at murder, where he'd at least have some minimal free-privileges, no. He'd be sent to the 'looneys', placed under constant watch, without much leeway or anything else for who knew how long…And he needed his coffee and vapes. Or at least as a last resort, a ciggy'.

But, if he was actually in the world of 'Pokémon', a wrong answer here would be equally devastating.

Shit.

Well, Nintendo hasn't really named any planets for most of their successful franchises, if any, apart from Metroid and other exceptions from the minority. They just all look Earth-like...Wait.

It came like lightning.

There was that one viral inside joke from ages ago, a quote in the very first pokémon movie, lord did he watch that movie countless times with Nigel...His step brother…

The main character, Ash ketchup—Catch up? Catchem'?—no, again, that can't be the last name—made some sort of reference to the 'Minnesota Vikings' football team, where that team rocket trio had dressed like Vikings and—stupidly—made the taller of the trio of that time think that they were real Vikings.

I think in response, Ash said something dumb like: 'they mostly live in Minnesota'.

If the movie was apparently accepted as canon, then there was no denying it...Either way, saying the 'pokémon world' would be an unacceptable answer…Fuck it—

"Earth." He answered with a shudder in his voice.

The doctor gave him a look as if to ask if he were certain. Then he scribbled on his pad.

"Good, next—"

Oh my God, yes! But wait, if he confirmed, then does that mean I'm actually on Earth? If so, which one?

God that was confusi—

"Which region are we in?"

And I'm fucked.

Region? Doesn't he mean 'country'? But then again all countries had regions, but why not ask 'country' first? Then narrow it down to Region? That's odd...

Shit. Once again, doubt coursed through his body. The first question was hard enough, the second was just unfair. Again, the past would have to aid him. He assumed, from the oddity of the question, that the Earth he was in, was leaning toward the...Pokémon one...

He could only remember playing the first and second generation of pokémon many times, but the third was a bit of a quick run-through. He could vaguely recall most of the first gen pokémon, less the second, and almost nothing of the third and beyond...Wait…

That little blue pokémon the May girl used...The one's he had seen at the forest, and...Combusken...They never rang a bell...Not once.

It was coming back to him bit by bit...But it wasn't enough, it kept eluding him. The only thing he could glean was that the first two were based on Japanese regions, but the second name wasn't a real world name, but rather a Japanese word…Grey could only give a partial answer, and at least prove he knew where he wasn't…

"I know we're not in Kanto or...Johto…?" Grey winced, especially with that last half-guess, waiting for the doctor's reply. Once more he gave him a look. But Dr. Freud didn't answer straight away, and the scratching of pen on paper grated on Grey's wracked nerves more than it should, before the shrink gazed at him again—

"You are correct, Grey, you're doing great. I see signs of improvement."

Improvement? That can only mean he thinks I'm partially recovering my memory...Which isn't 'inaccurate', though he has no idea the kind of memories I'm trying to recall.

"Can you name me any other region?"

He shook his head.

"That's ok. Do you know what year it is?"

Oh no, another brain gnawing question, ugh…A bit easier, considering some things I've noticed, but I need something that can confirm...It...Huh?

Grey gazed out the window for a moment, and to his enormous surprise, in the distance, he made out a small long elongated figure floating across the sky…He never thought he'd see something like that in his life-time.

Holy shit...No. Fucking. Way. Is that…A 'Zeppelin' floating in the sky?

He narrowed and focused his vision on the distant moving object...

Shit it is ay'! An actual Zeppelin! Hoho!

Now it was clear, though he didn't know exactly what year they were in, he could make a rough estimate, and since the shrink already deduced he had partial memory loss, there was a bit more lee way.

"We're somewhere in the mid-late 1970's." Answered Grey confidently.

The psychologist raised a brow in mild surprise of his own at the quick answer.

"Correct. We're in the year 1979, actually."

Grey would've clapped if he could, but even if he wasn't bound, it would be best if he didn't show his gladness too much.

Ha! Nailed it!

It was obvious, especially considering the Zeppelin and everything else. The first clue was the very person sitting in front of him. During his half-completed psychology course, there was an entire subject about 'Fashion Psychology', and the first subject matter of the university subject, consisted of the fashion sense of psychologists themselves in a professional setting.

It was after the 90's that most psychologists had forgone the traditional high-profile suits and ties, and instead opted for a more casual look in their sessions with their clients, in order to lessen any tension, discomfort and 'intimidation' that the 'suited look' could present. This increased the chances of the patient opening up more to the psychologist, as well as lessening their anxieties about needing to see one in the first place. Not to mention the 'outdated note-taking' methodology that Dr. Freud was applying.

Second. Both Professor Birch himself, and 'May'. The first was less obvious as Grey only noticed the thirty-something year old's side curls with fringes to the front that reminded him of a young 'Christopher Reeve' kind-of-look. The American actor had photos from the 70s where he had combed the front, or left the fringes hanging loose, and that was the look Birch had.

May on the other hand, was solid proof of the current youth's fashion of 'this world'. The hot-red bandana and collared sport zip-shirt over the white long singlet sticking out, weren't fooling him, as well as her blue cycling shorts, not to mention the calf-length socks with warm palette sneakers, and her rocker hair-style that frayed out to the sides with the fringe.

Her entire fashion sense screamed the 70s sporty fashion.

And then, there was the 'Zeppelin'. This one was actually a bit trickier, because in his world, the 'Hindenburg' disaster in 1937, marked the end of airship travel, and it was revealed decades later, that the cause of the crash was actually an anti-Nazi sabotage that saw a valve opened to leak the hydrogen and cause an eventual fire to spread across the fabric, either from an electro-static discharge of the heavy weather that day, or an intentional act of arson with the hydrogen leak, leading to the crash.

But through the simple fact that 70s fashion was clashing with late 30's aero-ship travel, meant a non-World War alternate Earth dimension, which explained the earlier technological and medical advancements in this era that only saw light anywhere between twenty and thirty years after the wars on 'his' Earth...The things humanity could do if they weren't so busy blasting each other's fucking brains out or mindlessly indulging themselves in a cesspool of their own vanities...

It seemed the politics from his world had failed in 'this world', meaning an end of nations, and the beginning of 'regions' in this more unified world, apparently. Good, fuck the presidents and PMs, they were mere puppets and masks of their respective country's real owners anyway.

Dr. Freud scribbled some more on his pad.

"Very good...It seems memory recovery is already underway…" He mumbled, before then adjusting his spectacles and his seating position, "Final question, Grey."

"Finally...Shoot."

The elder smiled, "Aside from humans, what is the world's most dominant species?"

Silence.

Grey was back in the moment with the Combusken nearly gutting him thrice; her mantle of flames searing his skin. To think there were bigger creatures than even her...Fangs, wings, fire, claws, blades…

He shuddered as his lips went dry. He just confirmed that he was in an alternate dimension, so why was it so hard to accept? Maybe because he had been avoiding the one subject he could not explain, apart from the real-world fusion of history and trends. But 'that' part was simply inexplicable. It just couldn't—

"Grey?"

He jolted at the psychologist's insistence. Had he been hesitating that long?

The man leaned forward with a look of concern on his face, "Are you okay?"

Grey swallowed, "Y-yeah...I heard the question...Sorry…"

Dr. Freud got up slowly, and walked over to the bedside, "Just answer me that last one, and depending on your answer, I'll release the straps, and you'll see me gone."

It wasn't a trick question, and half of it was already answered for him. This wasn't a test of knowledge and dementia anymore. This was one where the conscious and preconscious ability to accept 'reality' was tested, to see if the patient was deemed fit to live amongst society. Where the ability for one's 'Ego' to manage and filter the 'Instinctual Drive' and 'Super-ego' of the 'Tripartite personality factor', was tested. But what if each of these factors were clearly under stress and collapsing against one and another? Or what if none of them were entirely dominant?

Fucking Freud…

Grey gnashed his teeth, controlling a rising growl in hatred of his current situation…There was no point in denying what happened and where he was...He just confirmed it himself.

The cuts on his hand flared in irritation along with his disgust for the pokéball he tore apart earlier...

"...Pokémon." He admitted.

Dr. Freud's shoulders relaxed in genuine gladness as he unbuckled the leather straps, "Good...I can see that you're well on your way to recovery, Grey. Here, take one of these a day." He passed him a container with red and blue pills.

"The' hell are these?"

"SSRI's, they'll help you with your anxiety disorders and panic attacks. Don't skip any and finish the course. You can wash up in the bathroom there and get dressed, while I get the professor." He said with a smile as he took his pad and was about to walk out, but with a hand on the doorknob, he turned. "Oh, and Grey?"

"Yeah?"

Dr. Freud smiled with a twinkle in those black eyes, "I know you've had a difficult day, but try not to stress so much. Like a pokemon's, the human mind is incredibly powerful...But also very fragile."

Finally, the shrink left and Grey rubbed his wrists, shaking his head. He dressed into clothes similar to his previous ones, the pants were the same but the white hoodie was slightly different, since his old one must've been splotched with blood. Whatever, It didn't matter anymore...

He sat back on the bed and waited, staring at his gauzed hands.

The door creaked open once more, and professor Birch came walking in with a sheepish smile, like a child expecting to get scolded, "Grey? Was it?"

"Yeah." He replied to a Birch sporting a new brilliant lab coat, as white as the bandage on his nose. That wasn't there before was it? How did he get that? Grey recalled hitting something earlier with his elbow—Oh.

"Can I get you a coffee or something to drink?"

"N-no, thanks."

The professor nodded and sat down on the chair as he rubbed his nose, for which Grey would address immediately—

"Sorry for losing my shit earlier, I...I didn't mean to hit your nose."

Birch placated, "No no, it's fine, ha, with my line of work that's kind of expected, though admittedly not from a fellow human. This is actually the staff infirmary for my lab. I'm Daniel Birch, a pokémon professor, and I specialize in 'pokémon habitats and distribution'. It's a pleasure to meet you."

He offered a hand, and Grey, though with hesitation, took it. Birch was careful with the gesture, eyeing the gauze and his injuries.

"It's a pleasure, professor."

"No, it's all mine. After all, Grey, I owe you my life."

Huh?

"Sorry?"

"Oh yes. You were passed out, so you didn't see it. But...I never expected things to turn out the way they did."

"What do you mean?"

"Are you okay to take a walk?"

"Y-yeah. I need a break from this...room.

Birch grinned with a glimmer in his chestnut eyes, "Then come with me, and I'll answer your question."

Daniel got up and waited.

Well he's energetic.

Grey, ironically glad to leave the one setting that seemed normal, followed the professor into a tiled hallway that held a few pictures and space themed décor, before entering a room filled with the whirring of machinery, bubbling beakers and the beeping of computers.

A genuine lab with the air of science. But Birch's main interest was the round window showcasing the fields outside, to which he gestured, keeping the grin on his chin-bearded face.

Grey took a peek, and saw a hilly grassy field, bright with the light of a late afternoon sun and filled with different...Pokémon, he assumed.

But what caught his attention was a bench nearby, and on it...Sat the 'combusken' that nearly killed him.

What the hell?

She gazed out to the fields unmoving, her orange head crest blowing from a breeze.

"What's 'she' doing there?"

Birch wore a similar befuddled expression, "That's just it. She's been wandering around there for a few hours now. She only accepted some water to drink, and for my chimecho to tend to her wound, but nothing else. I think she's waiting for something."

What's a 'chimecho'?

"...What happened?"

"I don't know how you did it, man, but somehow you convinced her to rescue me from the poochyena pack. She swooped down, made quick work of them before they retreated, and that was it. After I tended to my earlier urgent business which got me into that mess in the first place, with May and the combusken staying to look after you while my team came and picked you up, we all returned here, accompanied by the combusken from a distance. It's perplexing really."

"Why so?"

Birch raised a brow, before glancing at Grey's bloody gauzed hands, "Have you forgotten?"

"The pokéball?"

"Yes. Somehow, you broke it with your bare hands, and that freed her from my...Care."

Grey noted the caution Birch used with that last word, making it seem less possessive. No doubt the professor was onto his dislike of the gadget, obviously based on his actions. But that was in a moment of absolute desperation...And rage.

"And what does that mean?"

"It means she came freely of her own volition. Pokémon are incredible and intelligent beings, Grey. She knows she can just walk off. But she hasn't."

"Why?"

"I don't know. But that's the calmest I've ever seen her. Tell me, Grey…"

Birch's eyes shone like twinkling stars and it creeped the fuck out of him.

"Y-yes?"

"How is it that you're able to speak to pokémon?"

Huh?

"'You' can't?"

The professor blinked at the question, "Well, no. It's not a common thing. I understand that some people have special bonds with their pokémon...Pokémon partners, I mean to say"—He quickly corrected—"and between them, there are usually clear signs of sub-communication based on inflection-based linguistics, as well as visual, non-verbal cues that can make it seem like they understand each other in the same way like you and I are speaking...But to actually have a dialogue with a pokémon is almost completely unheard of...Save for some unique set of people called 'psychics'."

If Grey wasn't confused, with all of the bizarreness of the situation and everything else that had happened, he certainly was now. What could he say? How could he explain such a thing? He already blew part of his 'cover' by assuming everyone else could speak to pokémon. Obviously that wasn't the case, and he seemed to be a rare case of an exception.

"Grey, you wouldn't happen to be one such 'psychic' would you?"

If he wanted answers to his current situation, he needed to practice some honesty with the professor at least. He already avoided the looney house, and it seemed the professor hadn't called any authorities, having housed him here in his lab instead. So there wasn't too much harm in sharing the truth in exchange for valuable intel.

"No. Not that I know of."

"I see...My Chimecho was quite disturbed, with what happened earlier."

Chimecho...Chime, oh.

"Is it okay?"

"'Melony' said she was fine. She just didn't expect such a strong psionic backlash."

"Wait, I thought you said you couldn't talk to pokémon."

The professor brightened up, eager to share his knowledge, "Ah, but Melony, is of the pokémon genus 'Chimecho', and they are psychic-types."

"'Psychic-type'?"

"Yes. Like most others of this type, she is not limited to verbal communication, and as a natural telepath, she can transmit information to my mind, then translate it into something that I can perceive as a human. In such a manner, she can create a tele-kinetic link. Hence 'psychic'."

"I see…"

"Mostly, pokémon have this unique trait. But there are some humans born with this psychic ability too, as well as humans born with other distinct kinetic traits that, otherwise, only pokémon possess. It's an ongoing mystery amongst the scientific community. We call these sorts of individuals 'Meta-humans'. Extremely rare."

"Right…"

Meta-humans, definitely comic-book terminology. But psionics...The way it seemed to work, heavily reminded him of the 'Protoss' from the 'Starcraft' franchise, a psionic race that didn't require vocal chords to communicate, but rather transmitted information telekinetically, often translating it for lower-dimensionally-capable minds of other races, as well as perform many of their tasks with such power.

"Maybe you can find the answer to your first question." said Birch as he motioned to the window.

He gave a rigorous shake of his head, "Uh-uh, no way! She tried to kill me!"

"Because of a misunderstanding, Grey. If it makes you feel comfortable, I'll have one of my staff on site with a tranquilizer gun. Just in case."

He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. Did this man think he could use him as an experiment?

"Why are you so keen for me to go?"

"Because, Grey, I can see you're confused."

"What?"

"The psychologist I called believes you're recovering from memory loss, naturally it's his job to be skeptical, but stick with current reality, aiding his patients to do the same. I, however, as a scientist, seek to 'expose' the hidden secrets of life that we haven't yet discovered, and 'expand' our perception of reality. Ultimately, that's the goal of science, or at least it should be."

"Expand our perception of reality…" Grey repeated under his breath. As a famous movie quote once said…

'What is real? How do you define 'real'?'

Birch's voice brought his attention back, "He might believe that you have temporary mild-amnesia"—Birch raised an index along with a brow—"But I don't think that's true, is it?"

Grey recoiled from the statement.

Has he figured me out already!?

"I guess your reaction proves my point, and I have a proposition for you, to aid you in your ventures, whatever they may be. But for that, I need you to be honest with me, Grey. I can help you. First, however, you need to speak to 'her'. It's not fair to keep her waiting."

Grey shuddered at the thought. It was clear that Birch cared about pokémon, in his own way.

But something didn't seem right.

"If she was so unstable, why did you have her in the bag?" Grey questioned.

Birch sighed. "When I caught her the other day, she was in terrible shape. Today, I was supposed to...Take her to a 'pokémon psychotherapist', but in my haste, I just scooped up all of the pokeballs, including the starters, and rushed out—"

Yeesh. 'That' bad?

"—to tend to an emergency involving a pikachu."

...Did he mention a 'pikachu'? But they weren't in Kanto. Were pokémon region-exclusive? Or could they migrate? Questions for later, first...

"How did you catch such an aggressive pokemon?"

Birch gave a soft reminiscing smile, "I may not look it now, but back in my day, I was a hotshot trainer. I learned during my adventures that pokémon are most vulnerable in two scenarios...One is if they are weakened in combat, the other...Is when they are in the middle of evolution. A strange irony, I know. The latter is how I managed to catch her, before she could injure herself any further."

Injure herself 'further'? Just what the hell happened to her?

"I can see you have questions. But anything else at this point would be a disservice to her privacy, and it's not like I have anything solid about her situation anyway, it would mostly be speculation. Why don't 'you' let her gain your trust, while you gain hers? Maybe she'll open up to 'you' instead. I think it will be far more fulfilling for the both of you, wouldn't you agree?"

To face her again, after what just happened? The sting of his left shoulder reminded him of how close he was to being permanently damaged. He shivered at the mere suggestion of it, but a hand steadied his shoulder—

"Give her a chance, Grey. Trust me when I say, she needs it...I'll have one of the boys ready with a tranq gun, but I don't think we'll need it."

Grey could only nod, 'that' did reassure him to a certain degree…It would be hypocritical for him to judge her actions; he himself almost became a murderer. But the difference was, her aggression was born of trauma and he happened to be the 'object of displacement'. His, however, was born of rage and was not displaced. Marcus would have deserved his death…

He sighed, "Fine. But, I want to hear your proposition first. She can wait a little longer if she wants, it's the least she can do for almost skewering me. In exchange,"—Grey turned his gaze, leering at Birch—"I'll tell you the truth, professor."

Birch nodded, "Very well…" The researcher went over to a drawer near a pedestal that had two pokeballs in it, one with a sticker of a 'leaf', and the other...With a sticker of a 'flame' on it. One of the slots was empty. The 'mudkip' that Grey recalled, came to mind.

Professor Birch came back, holding a red rectangular device—

"Professor, where did 'May' go? Did she come out alright?"

"Hmm? Oh, May Haruka? She's fine. A while ago, before you woke up, she left with some new friends of hers to Oldale town."

"Right…Oldale town."

I have no freakin' clue where that is…Time to spill the beans. I can't wonder this world without knowing where the fuck I'm going. Should I just say it outright, or clue him in?

"Did she take one of your pokemon with her? I recall a...Water-type?" He half-guessed the element of the pokémon that, quite literally—and hilariously— spat in her face, pointing with his chin to the pedestal.

Birch for a second looked confused at his ignorance, before glancing back at the two pokeballs, then back at him, "Well, yes. She was going to choose torchic, but after I told her that combusken was the evolved form...She quickly settled for mudkip, already being more familiar with him than treecko."

"Chose torchic? I didn't know you were giving these pokemon away. Hmm...Guess you can't blame her for picking the water one, huh?"

Birch looked surprised.

"Wait, you don't know...About my lab, or the 'trainer starter program', do you?"

Grey shook his head.

"And you don't know what a 'pokédex' is either?" He asked, waving the device.

"Nope."

The professor's gaze lowered in apparent bafflement, "I see...I...I guess I was more correct about my earlier assessment of you than I thought. Would you like some water? I feel kind of parched."

"No thanks." He answered as the professor went ahead and got some water from a dispenser next to them. The professor gulped a bit of the water down, with his Adam's apple bobbing.

Obviously, the man was getting anxious and fidgety from all the mystery, the guy might've even been wondering how the psychologist was fooled into not taking him to the asylum.

For a few moments the professor remained silent, analyzing Grey with renewed vigor as though he were a petri-dish under a microscope.

"So, I guess you're not from this region are you?"

Getting warmer, teach'. Just gotta' make sure of something...

"Professor, do you know what 'planeswalking' is?"

Birch froze for a moment to consider the—evidently unbeknownst to him—'Magic: the gathering' reference.

Guess that didn't work, figures.

Though it didn't cross out the possibility, the circumstances needed were mostly appropriate after all...

"I've never heard of such a term, no. W-what is that? Is that a new theory from your home region's scientific community?" He asked while taking another large gulp from the plastic cup with a nervous eye on him.

Again with the 'region' shit!? C'mon man get a clue! Ah fuck it—

"I'm not from this world, Dan'."

"Pfft!" The professor spat out all the water he drank in a spray, like the mudkip from earlier.

Grey rolled his eyes—

"Huh!?" Birch's eyes bulged in disbelief as water drizzled from his gaping mouth.

Grey sighed as he pinched his nose.

Oh God, I hope I don't regret this…

...Oh Arceus…I hope he's okay.

I mean...Eh, not that 'I care' or anything, but…Ah screw it, he's right, I was being kind of a bitch.

But…I have to know.

She had heard the yelling from the ajar window of the clinic room. She couldn't see much, but she heard everything that transpired within that room, from the collapsing furniture, to the dialogue that occurred half an hour later.

The mental breakdown 'Grey' had, must've been what he saw in herself, when she was accidently released from her spherical cage...So his reaction was certainly justified. That much she gathered, apart from his conversation with this so-called 'psychologist' person. He sounded a bit creepy, but seemed to have helped Grey gather his wits.

Now she sat in the place where she had been supposedly kept, with the chimecho having healed the gash left by Grey. The bench was a good spot, no doubt the window behind her was the main lab of her...Previous captor, now that Grey freed her from the ball-prison. She had no doubt that the professor would lead Grey there and he'd see her.

The fowl pokémon gazed at the kitchen knife on her lap as it gleamed and reflected her crimson eyes. She decided to hold it for him, hidden away in case it got him into trouble. What was he doing with such a thing anyway? Was he a chef? She didn't know too much about human culture, but she knew some things. Human's lacked natural tools for their defense, without their 'technology', they were fucked. Simple as that. But...Why did he even bother using the knife? Didn't he 'have' a pokémon to defend himself with?

Stupid question. Obviously he didn't, why bother breaking her prison in the first place? Why the knife? The answer was clear, but it created even more questions...

Most humans would've been utterly helpless against her...But Grey was a strange case, she had him at her mercy, beaten, bruised and bleeding, but that unrelenting stare he gave her…That thing he did…And how he broke the capture sphere...

The subtle crumpling of grass alerted her to approaching footsteps, a casual and calm gait, but slow enough to indicate caution.

His surreal elemental scent was unmistakable, but she pretended to not notice.

He stopped just under two meters from her. A safe distance. Clearly, he was wary of her, and she didn't blame him.

"I know you're aware of my presence, so drop the act. What do you want?" He asked gruffly, masking his fear with anger.

Good. He was smart to be afraid, that's what allowed one to survive in this world.

"Easy to sound tough when you've got a human a few yards away to back you up with the gun."

She smirked as she gazed at him, but dropped it quickly as he stood calm and collected, without surprise. The pang of guilt in her gut tightened at the sight of the scars on his hand...Wait...Why didn't the chimecho heal him completely with her 'heal pulse'?

"Drop it. Obviously you've been waiting to talk to me, so, out with it."

His callousness started to irk her, but she controlled herself, her previous statement was just as snide. She swallowed her pride—

"Look. I'm sorry for...Doing what I did. I was mistaken—"

"Yeah, bloody right you were."

"Can I finish?" The combusken glared at him expectantly with hands on hips.

"Sure, if you promise to get to the point."

"Right. Anyway, I just wanna' know...Why'd you break my cage? The ball?"

He just leered at her for a few moments, and again this unsettling feeling came upon her—

"Because people annoy me, and I don't like 'pokéballs'. Also, it was to prove just how much of a dumbass you are for not figuring it out yourself before this 'piece of shit human' could."

Okay, now he was being a prick. She banged the bench with a fist—

"What'd you call m—"

He wagged a scarred index finger, "Ah, ah, ahh, temper-temper, a guy's over there with a tranq aimed atcha'. The second you try something, you're off to the 'psychotherapist', and if they can't help you, well, I'd hate to think what happens to misbehaving pokémon."

She growled at his impudence.

"Tch. Why you…"

"That's your problem, and it's one that I'm perfectly intimate with, so I understand. You get riled up and you don't think straight. Instead of having attacked 'me', you should've gone for the pokéball instead. Obviously you have a strong enough will to resist most of its technological propaganda, or whatever the hell goes on in there to make pokémon more 'friendly' and 'obedient' after they're captured. I'm not sure how it works, but I'm assuming there's something very dark behind such an insanely advanced gadget. Quite frankly, it's absurd that technology of that caliber is wasted on such a disgusting contraption...So anyway, that's my advice if you ever get—"

She stopped him with outstretched clawed-hands, "Time out. Question."

"What?"

She waved her arms, frustrated at his gibberish, "What the hell are you even talking about!?"

He rolled his eyes, "Never mind, just go for the ball if you ever get caught again."

"Huh?"

What does he mean by 'if' I ever get caught again? Why the advice?

His gaze softened, "But you did the right thing by me. You helped the professor, and for that I'm grateful. If he weren't alive, I wouldn't have had a modicum of anyone else's support."

Wha?

"Oh, is that my knife?" He pointed at the blade on her lap, she grasped it in her claws and offered it to him.

"Yeah, kept' it for you. The' heck were you doing with it in the middle of a forest anyway?"

He took the kitchen blade, frowning at it in evident thought, and placed it into the new blue back-pack he sported, "That's kind of personal. But I appreciate your gesture."

"Whatever…"

She gazed away as he stood straight and sighed.

"So what now?" She asked, indecisiveness gnawing away at her being, unable to forget the strange event that happened at the tree, and his amber eyes that latched onto her very mind...

"Now, we're even. Thanks for your help with the professor and the knife."

He turned and walked away, toward the woods with a wave of his hand…

What the hell? That's it? He's just going to—

"Hey!" she yelled out, getting up in disbelief at his sudden stupidity.

"Huh? What is it now?" He called back.

"You don't have any pokémon do you!?"

"So?"

"'So!? Whaddya' mean 'So'!? Do you have any idea how dangerous it is in there!? Especially alone!?"

For a moment he only gazed back, before he shrugged, "Meh, got my knife and some provisions from the professor, I should be alright. Take care now."

He waved once more and kept going.

She was gobsmacked at his idiocy.

One moment he was spewing out such elaborate vocabulary, and the next he was waltzing into a forest without a pokémon or anyone else to look out for him!? Seriously!? What planet was he daydreaming on!? What is it with this guy!?

"What about 'me' dammit!? You wrecked my pokésphere-prison or...Whatever it's called! Now I'm freakin' homeless—"

Again…Nowhere to call home, or prison...What do I do now…

He turned around once more, "Homeless? Hehe..."

His shoulder's spasmed, before he burst out in laughter; cackling into the air with some pidgey flying away from the trees at the abrupt loudness.

"The' fuck are you laughing at 'now!?" She hollered out, her furious voice echoing over the fields.

"Haha! Silly pokémon, you're not homeless! You're free! In your own fucking world!" He roared out to the heavens with open arms; his voice resonating across the land in both amusement and rage.

'In my own world?' What the hell is 'that' supposed to mean?

She didn't know if he was psychotic, neurotic or if he was just Zubat-shit insane—

"Unlike me..." She swore she heard him say, before he strode off into the woods.

Oh crap! Is this guy fucking suicidal or what!?

"Wait! Ugh...Idiot!"

Jerking her arms back, she launched herself into a sprint, converting it into a 'quick attack' dash that adorned her body with ribbons of pale yellow energy, in pursuit of the lunatic before he got himself killed…

...Professor Daniel Birch watched the entire thing from the window, a smile splitting his face.

"And so, they're off…" He chuckled, shaking his head at what fate brought home today, his mind still spinning with infinite possibilities and still in disbelief at everything he just heard from the—literal—'other worldly', brazen young man…

He gazed at the pokéball-filled utility belt in his hands, as footsteps echoed in the lab behind him—

"Hey Professor, I just came back with the results of the fingerprint scans you wanted—again—and still zero results, no matches, we even tried a search in every other region, in every server, and nothing. We tried, like, ten times! This guy might as well be a ghos...Wait...Why do you have a utility belt in your hand?"

"Ah, Joshua, so you're absolutely certain there's zero records on him?"

The pine-green haired lad adjusted his glasses and nodded, "Yeah, but...Where is he? Did...Did you let him go?"

"So it's true…" Daniel mumbled to himself…

My word…I can't believe it...But the evidence speaks for itself...Melony had a glimpse into his mind and everything he said is irrevocably true.

No human being considered to be mentally unstable, could create such an elaborate false memory, along with a vivid description of this 'other Earth', even if they tried in order to lie about it...According to Melony, his memories and his mental wavelengths render his story 100% authentic—

"Professor, you didn't let him go without a starter or any pokéballs, did you?" Asked Joshua with a waver in his voice.

"He took the pokedex and allowed me to create a fake Hoenn profile for him, with credit to the lab as an 'assistant'. It should facilitate any transactions and other documentation he'll need, apart from what I've already given him. But he refused the pokéballs and the PA endorsement from the lab. Heh...I never thought I'd see the day…"

"Huh? What do you mean!? He didn't take a starter with him!? W-where's he going?"

"Oh he chose his starter, alright. He's off to Oldale town, like the others. Don't worry, I gave him some money to start off with as well as some basic camping equipment."

"Which starter? I still see the other two pokeballs on their pedestal, and May took mudkip. Don't tell me...He took 'her'? And how? Without any pokéballs? No 'Pokémon Association' league financing!? Just what does he plan to do!? Oh dear, oh the humanity..." Joshua jittered like a marionette in the wind, clearly nervous for the new fake 'assistant' of the lab.

"But that's the intriguing part, Joshua…"

"Huh?"

Daniel turned back to the window and gazed at the forest which the pair entered...

"I have no idea. But it seems he's chosen a different path...Or maybe he'll find his true path on the go, like I did. Isn't that what it's all about?"

Joshua gasped and came to his side, his glasses disheveled from his surprise, "Professor...What have you done?" The lad whispered.

"Do you have any idea how hard a pokéball actually is? It's designed to resist an exposed water pressure of up to 400 ft deep, or to resist a hundred pounds worth of weight on top of it. Yet he broke it with his bare hands, though not unscathed, the feat itself is…"

"Professor. I can't believe how...How could you let him go with—"

"Joshua. I was just about to give up on her, yet he won her trust. I, an ex-trainer, deemed her lost to despair, needing 'psycho-therapy'...That's the real crime here...I gave up...Yet someone as ignorant as he, struck her chords in a few instances, albeit the method being unorthodox…"

"Also, why didn't Melony heal him as soon as we sedated him? Why after?"

"We had to test what Meta-human traits he had. Plus, my friend Dr. Freud had to maintain the illusion of a plain room, as well as Grey's injuries to test his memory and sanity. With regards to my previous point, his dialogue with the combusken was mostly, if not, exclusively external. Not internal like a Psychic, telekinetic connection. But then again, he could be a passive psionic, bypassing the need for information conversion and instantly understanding 'pokéspeak'."

"Who is 'he', really?"

Daniel, considering he might've been getting a bit delirious himself, placed a hand on the cool window pane; a headache forming with his mind going at jet speed, but he largely ignored it in both his giddiness and nervousness.

"A valuable subject to have under our lab's name in any case, and a pokedex holder...But, truthfully? I feel like, either I've just spoken with a ghost, as you mentioned...Or we've just witnessed the birth of a pair of prodigies...Either that, Or…"

"Or what?"

The elder researcher turned to gaze at his unsettled assistant.

"Or, I've just unleashed a pair of monsters into the world…"

Only time will tell...

…

AN:

References and disclaimers

Psychology:

-I'm not a Psychologist, nor should any of the 'psychology fashion' or odd choices of patient treatment and questioning that the OC went through, be considered real-world. I do not guarantee they are, nor am I stating they are. A lot of it was at the top of my head for story writing convenience. (However I do have some acquaintances who work in that field who 'prefer' the 'casual' dress code trend over the outdated and more traditional look, for the reasons I stated with regards to patient anxiety and openness.)

-A lot of the psychology lexicon such as 'ID = Instinctual Drive, Ego and Super-ego', tripartite personality 'theory', are real Sigmund Freudian references.

- SSRI stands for Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitor. SSRI antidepressants are a type of antidepressant that work by increasing levels of serotonin within the brain

History:

-It's hard to argue that May's get-up isn't 70s oriented. Go look it up and compare it to future generations. I personally like the one with the two young girls holding the bat at the bleachers with a yellow backdrop. You'll see what I mean if you doubt it.

-Yeah, Zeppelins or air-ships did appear in the anime. EP 82.

Now, there is no apparent real evidence that the Zeppelin 'Hindenburg' was actually sabotaged, it was confirmed to have been an electro-static discharge that ignited the leaked hydrogen, and speaking of which, there is no real answer to just how the hydrogen leaked either. And there have been debates for anti-nazi sabotaging of the air-ship. I just simply added that bit of fiction to the story for world building convenience.

Always take news and documentaries with a grain of salt, your government always has the last say with what airs on television, not the media broadcast owners. But meh, this is fanfiction, not a fucking lecture. (See what I did there?)

Games:

-Pokémon World: Is called Pokémon World, apparently. But a diary entry stating the place: Guyana, South america appears in one of the games, which is where Mew's eyelash was found for cloning it, resulting in Mewtwo. Lt. Surge is the Lightning American, and the 'Mewtwo strikes back' ash quote about the Minnesota Vikings is 'real' (seriously, search it up in Youtube). But since a lot of that is 'dubbed'...You may take that with a grain of salt. Story convenience. I didn't think writing 'Pokémon world' was appropriate in this scenario, considering it is 'Earth-like'.

-Starcraft: Protoss race. The Protoss are a sapient anthropoid species in the StarCraft series, with natural psionic affinities. Their technology is the most advanced of any race depicted in the series, designed to complement and enhance their psionic mastery.

-Planeswalking: The defining trait of planeswalkers is the ability to travel between separate universes. Magic: The gathering.

Bonus points for knowing what the other easter eggs I left in there were, some were obvious, others weren't as much.

Thanks for reading! :)

Aether Apostle · Mar 24, 2022

Chapter 4:

Irrationality

…

She broke into the darkening cluster of pines, deactivating her 'quick attack', and slowing down to a walk, with her claws crumpling the dry forest bed.

Left and right, there were only trees and their shadows mingling together to contradict the light of a dying day that spawned them. Sprinkles of pine needles fell occasionally, silhouetted by the few and obscure light rays struggling to shine through the thick conglomerate of trees.

She tried following his scent, but somehow, it was scattered on several different tree trunks.

Where is he?

A branch snapped and her head spun in its direction, only for her sight to be showered with a clump of dust flung at her by a figure she barely saw. Recoiling from the abrupt attack, she cried out from the sting in her eyes as she attempted another glimpse before getting peppered and blinded by even more dust—

"Gah! Son of an ass!"

She attempted a swipe with her claws in the direction of the attack, but they only whistled through air.

Shit! What the hell—

"Did you think I'd forgive you so easily, bitch?"

It was Grey's voice.

Huh?

In her blindness, she turned about, trying to pinpoint his direction, alarmed and confused by his statement, "W-wha—"

Her cheek was flattened by a solid object, her mind shook and her body whirled as she lost balance, crashing and scraping her chest onto the needly ground with the impact driving some air out of her lungs.

She hissed at the pulsating pain from the attack. What the hell was going on!?

Feeling for her surroundings on the ground, she clambered to her feet, still woozy from the surprisingly strong impact, "What the fuck Grey!? What's gotten into you!?"

"Oh so you know my name? Looks like we have ourselves a little eavesdropper here."

She flushed at her accidental confession, and at being called an eavesdropper, which wasn't inaccurate.

Footsteps rushed from her left side, then a thump from her right.

Gah, Damn it! Can't open my eyes!

What was he up to? Was he upset about something? Was he still brooding from what happened? Questions upon questions cascaded her mind at light speed—

"Guess we're not so even after all."

A hard, round object smacked her in the back of her head with flaring, sharp pain. In that instant, it could only have meant one thing...

Oh shit! I should've known. He wanted me all for himself, and now I'm about to get captured...Again. By another abuser—

Yet nothing happened. She didn't get dragged and pulled or weirdly contorted with that nauseous sensation that came from being put into a ball-prison.

Wha—

The air rushed out of her lungs as another object collided against her. She whooped into a groan, sinking to her knees as she clutched her gut, before being shoved to the ground on her back.

She had enough.

"Rah!"

Ignoring her abdomen's protest, she flipped to her feet, outstretched her arms and spun while igniting the gas from her belly along with the air, coating herself in a mantle of fire, like a flaming twister as she released gouts of fiery glowing gas.

"How do you like that!?" She roared in fury...No answer.

Oh shit, did I...Did I kill him?

As she released her attack, she panicked at the thought that she might have off'd him with that attack. She tried to remove the dirt from her eyes to get a visual—

She yelped as something hard clipped her leg, causing her to buckle onto her other knee—

"Not bad. Close one. But If we're gonna' be even, I expect a name from you." Came his voice somewhere to her right now. How was he doing this? And why?

"You have some nerve asking for 'my' name after the shit you're pulling!"

'Konk!'

She hissed as yet another smaller object knocked her on the head. A stone of sorts, she assumed. She whirled around, trying to concentrate and listen for his location.

"Ah, ah, ahh. You wouldn't want a nameless gravestone for yourself, now would you?"

Quick light steps around seven meters to her back were circling to her left, before they stopped...Nothing.

Then a hard step flattened the dry needles next to her—

Desperate, she whirled around with her claws, whipping in its direction. The light filtering through her lids vanished for a moment as her claw had a distinct vibration on it—

What the...

Again she hit nothing but air, her swing going wide, though with a shing, something heavy cracked and crashed to the ground, rumbling it under her feet...Did she do that?

What was that—Gah!

Another thick rock struck her shoulder and landed next to her.

"Damn it!"

"Shit, nice move, but that was your last chance, wouldn't want to go out without a name for your killer to remember you by, would we?" His voice echoed to her left, where he supposedly was meant to be. The rock...

...So that's his game. Bastard.

Her instincts told her to run. Blinded as she was, even a weak human could take advantage of it. She sprinted with a hand out in front, carefully making out the light amongst the shadows of the trees through her lids, brushing roughly against bark as she almost collided with a trunk several times, with their many shadows making her flinch for every step.

In her rush, she could make out Grey's sprinting footsteps crushing the dry pine needles from a distance in pursuit. She ran faster, at one point tripping on something and landing harshly on the ground.

She got up again and listened for any other noise. Taking advantage of his absence, she made an attempt to remove the dirt from her eyes, before getting struck by a speeding pebble, nicking her side—

Shit!

She broke into a defensive stance, brandishing her claws.

No movement. Nothing. But the dirt in her vision was clearing a bit from the wind of her sprint having blown some of it off. She could only make out the tall, blurred figures of the pines. So she'd entertain his earlier request and attack the moment he reacted.

"My name is Ginger." she announced.

...Laughter echoed in the forest, "Ha! 'Ginger'!? As in from the fucking movie 'Chicken ru—"

Ginger launched herself in the direction of his voice, toward an obscure shape, completely certain his lean figure was right there—

Stars filled her vision from her beak embedding itself against bark, with her body thwacking against the tree. She gasped, struggling for breath from her sunken gut as she fell backward on her bottom. Ginger inched forward, slow as a slug, toward the tree to bring herself to her feet, but she yelped as her head was yanked back by her feather crest, with something cold and thin pressed against her neck.

His earthy wild scent filled her nostrils, fusing with the iron running down one of them, as his breath tickled the plumage of her cheek when he spoke—

"Now that's gold...Any last words? 'Ginger'?"

She shuddered and couldn't say anything due to her lack of breath. He had her pinned down.

I guess he never really was any different. He really wanted to kill me...For vengeance? Because I followed him? Because he can't trust me?

To think the very same weapon I safe-kept for him, will be the instrument of my demise...

"I'm sorry…" Ginger whispered, her spine shivering from his hard labored breaths so close to her. She was aroused from the adrenaline rush the sensation brought her, with a sick feverish heat rushing up her chest in contrast to the cold blade at her jugular.

"Saying sorry to your opponent isn't enough, because 'they' sure as hell won't be."

What?

His grip disappeared and she fell back against the tree. What was happening 'now'?

She flinched when water splashed her face, making her wipe at her eyes quickly.

Her sight cleared up at long last, and they landed on a pair of sneakers and black jeaned legs. She craned her vision upward to the white hoodie, meeting Grey's amber glower through his messy locks. It was then she took note of a small scar on the top of his right brow, having missed it earlier due to his raven hair having hid it before. He stood a meter away, looking down on her with a plastic bottle on one hand, and the gleaming kitchen knife on the other.

"You're dead, miss Ginger. That's one point for you"—he pointed the tip of the blade at his neck with a pretend slash motion and stuck his tongue out—"and one for the 'piece of shit' human..."

She was speechless.

"Now, we're even." Grey declared with a steely edge to his voice as he placed the knife into his hoodie pouch.

"What…What the…Are you fucking crazy!?"

"Are you? You're the one that followed me."

"Because you waltzed in here without any protection!"

He laughed, "Ha! And 'you' were going to provide me with that? Case' you haven't noticed, I just dropped your feathery ass. I told you I can look after myself."

That stung her pride, "You cheated! You could've damaged my freakin' eyes with the dirt you threw! Talk about unfair!"

He scoffed, "Say's the flaming, naturally weaponized pokémon who knows 'Sand Attack'."

What!? How did he—

"I've got news for you, lass." Grey crouched down and glared at her, "the concept of 'unfairness' is irrational. If one needs to survive, they need to use anything at their disposal. There's no 'fairness' in a dog-eat-dog world, especially when it's an unsanctioned 'battle'."

Ginger couldn't believe it...When did he get the balls!?

She got up slowly, patting down her messy plumage as the pain in her gut faded. She leered at him in suspicion, "What happened? You're different. You were a hysterical mess several hours ago, and now you're as 'tentacool' can be. What gives?"

"'Tentacool'? I'll have a look at that one later…As to your question, I had a chat with the professor," he stated with a shrug.

"Pfft, is that all? Is that why you were able to dodge my attacks?"

Grey smirked as he pulled out a red device, pointing it at her. A sheet of blue light was projected from the device, phasing through her from top to bottom before disappearing.

—"Bio-metric scan complete!"—Said an artificial male voice, as Grey faced the horizontal screen at her with a blinking blue light next to it:

On the screen it displayed a picture of her species, though her doppelganger had orange eyes unlike her crimson. This particular one was frozen in a stance, suggesting it was launching a kick.

—"Combusken, the Fowl pokemon. It is the evolved form of Torchic. As both a Fire and Fighting type pokémon, Combusken battles with the intensely hot flames it spews from its beak, and its legs possess both speed and power, enabling it to dole out 10 kicks in one second.This Pokémon's cry is very loud and distracting."—

The robotic voice finished as Grey pressed on the screen and again showed it to her—

—"This particular mature, female Combusken seems to have a minor eye discoloration, possibly inherited from one of its parents. Aside from the Torchic family genome of its mother, this particular Combusken also carries the genetic makeup of a—scanning—Error. Unknown pokémon father genome. Please update."—

Huh? No information on her father? What could that—

"'Mature' my ass...Now, as to your question from earlier, I already did an early biometric scan on you when you used that insane attack you did earlier. Hell you chopped a whole fucking tree down with it! Almost got me too…"

"Wha? I…"

Ginger was so befuddled with everything that she couldn't keep up.

"The move list. Says' here, according to your little demonstration, that at this stage you should, or most likely know: Ember; Quick attack; Feather Dance—Ha! What is this, a fucking disco move? Who names these?—Double kick—hoo yeah, felt 'that' one earlier today—Flamethrower—almost got me with that too, the first time we met—Flame charge; Sand attack—And you said 'I' was a cheater? Pfft—Aerial Ace—bwha!? Excuse me? What, now you're going to tell me you can freakin' fly too!?"

"Obviously not, dumbass…" She growled out.

"Hey, I'm not the one that names these. Let's see, there's two more and they're both 'gene moves'...Counter...Huh? What, as in 'counter-attack'?"

That piqued her curiosity...She could do that? Weird…

"Though the last one that I scanned on you is clearly your bread and butter."

"Bread and...Butter?"

His eyes glinted with gleeful savagery, "'Night Slash'...If you ask me, at the moment that's currently—and clearly—your strongest physical move. Also the only 'Dark-type' one you have...The' fuck is a 'Dark-type' anyway? sounds like a morally biased term for a pokemon's element—"

What? Night slash? Dark-type? How? That doesn't make any sense! I'm a fire-fighting type...The tree...Is that what I did earlier—

"—But it's probably the move that suits your psychotic little bird-brain the most, ha! 'Talk about unfair' says the walking killing machine, armed literally to the teeth."

Ginger was too overwhelmed with the information to register his quip, instead, "It can't be...I'm part fighting type, we're the natural enemy of the dark-type," she muttered under her breath.

Grey raised a brow at that, before shrugging as he eyed the pokédex screen, "Meh, most of the information is tentative anyway. Those moves are only statistical averages based on your species, except the last two."

"What? What do you mean by—"

"And the other half of your genealogy wasn't even detected, so that's caput. The only real useful information here was your set of 'gene abilities' based on your genetic make-up...First is, 'Blaze', dramatically increases the power of fire-type moves...Ok, so your usual fire elemental attacks are stronger than the average? Is that what it means?"

"Hey—"

"Next, is a gene ability from 'daddy'…'Guts', raises the ability-bearer's Attack dramatically when inflicted by a major status ailment, examples: poison, burn, paralysis, freeze or sleep?...The' fuck? How the hell can a pokémon attack when paralyzed? Or sleeping? Freeze? As in frozen? The fu...Ugh, gonna' have to look that up too."

"Grey—"

"And finally, hidden ability? 'Speed boost', speed stat is gradually boosted in battle...Well, simple and to the point, at least it explains why you're so fucking fast—

His ignoring of her pissed her off, "Oi! Asshole!"

"Huh? Oh sorry, trailed off there. What is it?" He just gave her an expectant look.

"Are you and that contraption done with the ogling or what!? I wanna know how you somehow went from helpless to psycho-suicidal mode!" She yelled, frustrated at the ridiculous tangent his answer took.

He put away the device, giving her a sly gaze.

"Well, that's a different question. You asked 'how' I dodged your attacks, I merely answered with the device. Your attack pattern is stupidly telegraphed, the only thing saving you from that, is your gradual speed-up, though you almost got me with 'Night slash'. I didn't expect that. As for your new question…Well, I've accepted my reality, for now. That, and..."

He raised his fringe to now fully reveal the jagged scar that marked a gap in the hair of his right brow and trailed to his hairline, "I've had my fair share of trouble-making myself back in the day. I'm no stranger to the streets of a fucked up neighbourhood...Or a fucked up household at that…" He mused, trailing off at the last part as he allowed his fringe to fall back.

So...He's had it rough…But what does he mean by 'accepting reality'?

Despite the last bit, now it made sense. His manic disposition and his very presence, as well as the intensity of his eyes...

"So you employed dirty tactics against me. Is that it?"

"More like 'guerilla' tactics, but yeah, that's right. Payback's a bitch ain't it?"

Ginger folded her arms, with her ego bruised and still in disbelief at getting caught off guard by a human of all things. Admirable, but annoying...It also meant he was going to be insufferable.

"Whatever...So what was the point of all this if you weren't going to kill me?"

"It depends. Why'd you follow me?"

Ginger's crossing of arms shifted into a nervous self-embrace, avoiding his eyes.

"I...Eh…Well you were walking into danger…"

"Well, it seems you're just as vulnerable if you got your ass handed to you by 'me' of all things. Maybe 'you're' the one that needs protection? Try again. Why did you follow me? Why care?"

"Care? I don't…"

Now it was Grey who crossed his arms and tapped his feet coyly.

"I'm waiting, or do I have to answer for you?"

"..."

"Ok, let's try something else...Your move-set, according to this pokédex, is somewhat unusual, and quite advanced for a recently evolved pokémon."

She gasped at the last part, "How did you know about my evolution!?"

"Birch told me."

"Figures...That's how he caught me, bastard…"

"You gave him a hard time."

"He had no right to catch me in the first place!"

He tilted his gaze, "Oh? Even though you were in bad shape? I'd say you should be thankful."

"S-shut up." She snapped her own gaze away, annoyed at the counter-interrogation.

"Ahh, so 'that's' what this is about...Now it makes sense."

"Huh? What does!?"

"Nothing." He turned around and strode into the woods. The nerve!

"Nothing? What do you mean!? Hey!"

She clambered after him, reaching his side, but he kept walking.

"Hey! I'm talkin' to you!"

"I said it's nothing. I won't pry into your personal matters, obviously you don't want that."

"Where are you going?"

"To get my stuff, I left em' hidden behind a trunk."

"No, I meant after that."

"I'm heading to Oldale, I need to get my bearings and think about my...Future."

Ginger eyed him closely as he avoided her gaze. She sensed the fear creeping back into him as his breath skipped a beat in deep thought.

"You don't know what you want, do you?" She asked. It was more of a statement than a question. She was familiar with such a feeling. He hesitated.

"It's not that, exactly...But I can't explain it to you right now."

They were nearing the area where their little skirmish started, "Why not?" She pressed.

His stride came to a dead stop as she skidded on the spot to find herself under his intense glare again. The fear vanished and it was replaced with animosity, the gravity of which sent her instincts squirming again, even more so than before. It was almost as though he grew several inches taller and loomed over her in an impossible angle, like a column of murderous intent threatening to crush her. How the hell did he do that?

"Because I said 'we're even'. 'You' tried to kill me. 'You' inadvertently attempted to fuck with me. And I just proved that I can fuck right back with 'you', lassie. The fact is...I don't trust you."

She shrunk at his scolding glower.

But…

"But I said I was sorry."

He chortled, "You act like you all you did was step on my toe. You don't just lose your shit and near-stab someone to death, say sorry, and expect them to just trust you after that. Forgive? Maybe, and in 'this' case, that's a big 'maybe'. But 'being even' or forgiving you, doesn't really mean I can trust you. If 'May Haruka' hadn't shown up when she did to distract you, I'd be dead, impaled by your claws, and you'd be on your way to get put down for murder...It's ironic, really..."

Ginger looked down, again a pang of guilt eating at her.

He continued, "Speaking of whom, I'd like to be on my way to meet the girl. I haven't exactly thanked her for being the only reason I was able to pull out my knife against you at all, being unconscious and all."

But I...

"Alright I get it! I'm...I was a bitch…But..."

"Hmm?"

Ginger recalled how he made her use that attack in her desperation...She was never able to do that before…Her smashed ball-prison came to mind, with Grey's bleeding hands…

Why is it so hard...Just say it!

"I…"

He rolled his eyes and went over to the roughed up patch of shrubbery and picked up his back-pack. Ginger followed, again swallowing her damned pride. He gave her an annoyed side glance, "What is it now—"

But I trust—

"I-I tr-owe you! I owe you! There I said it."

Once more he kept still, and turned completely. His animosity was gone, now shifting into something else she didn't quite understand. Or were her own nerves playing against her instincts?

"You 'owe' me? What does 'that' mean?"

"Damn it, do I have to spell it out for you? You broke my prison! You freed me...Not to mention you just made me stronger than…"

No. I can't tell him about 'that'...Ever...Or maybe not yet.

"'Than'?" He pressed on.

"...Than, before. I had no idea I could do what I did. You proved that my abilities are lacking. That I—"

"So in short, you want to come with me?"

"Yes! I...I mean...I…Have...Nowhere else—" She flushed at her initial reaction.

"Fine, sure." His gaze softened before he continued walking.

W-what? That easy? That...Casually? But he said he didn't trus—

"Just don't stab me in my sleep, 'Ginger'."

Oh...Well…

"Ah, ha...Sure…"

Ginger quickly matched his stride, elated at the fact that, although starting at the low end of his trust, she was...Accepted. At least for now.

I mean, there had to be a reason why he bothered reading up about me in his 'pokédex' thing...Right? Maybe…

After two and half hours of forest bed crunching through the trees, with the sun setting, night was beginning to creep its way above the horizon...And not a word was said between them.

To say the silence was awkward, would be putting it mildly.

Ginger had no idea what to say, their previous 'interaction' was already odd to begin with, from getting a beating, to an argumentative interrogation, and now suddenly they were travelling buddies...For now at least.

At the corner of her eye, Grey was focused and reserved in his head, with a bead of glimmering sweat crawling along the side of his pale face. For a human, he could certainly keep up his pace for as long as they have, and she didn't remember the last time she had walked this much herself...Since being in a ball meant one didn't have to expend themselves…The least one could do was break the ice, right? She cleared her throat, catching his attention...

"...So...What did you mean earlier about 'my moves are only statistical averages based on my species?" Ginger asked him.

Grey resisted the malevolent urge to grin.

Ha! Gotcha' bitch! Hook, line and sinker! I almost can't believe I'm pulling this shit off! And on a fucking murder machine of a pokémon! Of all the things...I almost feel bad.

First, guilt-trip her into apologizing for her outrage earlier. Check.

Then, pretend like 'we're evenʼ and not make too much of a big deal out of it, leaving her on the bench. Check.

Pfft, did she actually think I was going head first into a forest with no protection and completely ignorant? Actually, that last part sums up my knowledge of this freakin' world, sadly...But still, c'mon.

Out of her guilt-tripped state, he near-completely expected her to hesitate for the first few moments, giving him time to enter the forest alone and to stress her out on the spot, not giving her enough time to think it through. Check.

Set up the ambush and assert dominance...This one was dangerous. Considering his self-imposed banning of the use of those fucking pokéballs, he needed to rely on three things to keep her tagged along...Anima—Err—Pokémon instinct, obviously these sentient beings were not animals. They were too smart and way too powerful. He needed to eliminate that word from his vocabulary. Begging the question, did actual powerless 'animals' similar to those from his Earth exist here? Question for later…

Loyalty...Or in other words, again, 'guilt-tripping', that was almost a given.

And finally...Respect.

Again, she wasn't an animal. She might have displayed certain traits of 'animal's' from his world like many other pokémon, but she was certainly not an animal. No sentient being with their own intact ego, capable of such incredible power—pokéball or not, the prior only making it significantly easier—would respect a mere human being unless they proved themselves in some way.

In this case, while she was still a meter shorter than he, he would attempt dominance. The situation and her explosive personality practically demanded it.

But Grey was fully aware, from the only holy-grail of a biblical guide in 'this' world given to him that was the 'pokédex', his asserted dominance would be temporary, while she was still shorter than him...Because when she evolves again...His dominance would come to a fiery end. And there was no telling when she might evolve, her move-set was fairly advanced according to average statistics of 'Combusken'. It could be anywhere between now, or a day, week or month…Well, he'd deal with that along the way.

For the time being, it wouldn't be too soon, as she only just evolved into her current form, according to Birch when he 'caught' her.

But he still had to act now while he could, to mentally condition her...Hence his aggression and guerilla warfare against her. She was clearly 'shell-shocked' from his sudden attack. And he made damn sure his intent to kill was very believable.

Assert dominance and win all three key elements? On top of getting her to follow him? While training her and testing her limits at the same time?

One stone and three birdies, Check. Fucking. Mate...For now.

"Glad you asked, I'm gonna' go on a whim here and assume that the 'Fire-type' move you used back there, was a combination between 'Flamethrower' and 'Flame charge', due your self-immolation to keep me away while attacking me at the same time."

He waited for her reaction.

Aaand mark—

"How the hell did you know that!?"

He waved the pokédex, amused at her predictable reaction, "Remember?"

"Right...That's quite a tool."

Oh you have no idea, sweetie. I'm going to abuse the absolute shit out of this pokébible.

"Yep. I must say, combining the two moves right then and there, effectively forming a decent offensive-defense, was an incredible display of instinctual ingenuity." He glanced at her from the corner of his eye.

"Uh-umm, t-thanks…" She looked downward sheepishly while scratching her cheek with a claw and embracing herself with her other arm.

Her reactions are...So human.

Good. Gotta' keep up the occasional stroke of the ego. Keep her motivated.

He continued, "Because of that, you basically created a new move, which is not named in your move pool. Also, any physical or special limit described by the pokédex on your species, is again, based on statistical averages. At least that's what the pokédex says. That's what I mean. Speaking of which, do you have a name for that move?"

"Umm...That word you used…'Immolation'? Was it? That sounds good."

Grey disguised his unsettlement with a smile. Although the word was associated with many prior concepts, he remembered 'demon hunter's' ability from Warcraft. Immolation: 'A toggled ability that engulfs its caster in flames, causing damage to nearby land units per second'...

...Creative too...Just like a human…Clever Girl.

It was only barely a day, and already he was discovering just how human pokémon were...No wonder his cheap psychological trickery was working so well...Now he actually felt...Kind of bad. Was she genuinely—

No. Trust no one Grey…

"Well, it's your creation, but I think it's a great name."

"Cool. Guess that settles it huh?"

"But why the question in the first place? You plan on being a battler or something?"

She faltered in her step, "Eh-um...I mean, isn't that why you looked me up on the pokédex?"

I see…

"Nope. That is simply the basic information it grants me. 'Pokémon Training' from what I understand, is a career that stemmed from taming pokémon in the past, though historically questionable and quite vague...Today, it's a broad term, mainly used for people that 'capture' pokémon, train them and battle with them for a variety of reasons, though most notably...To enter the 'Pokémon League'...Which is something I, personally and very literally, have no reason to do."

Again, she tripped on her step and came to a stop, "What?"

Uh oh. What's this?

He turned, "What 'what'?"

"You don't...Want to be a trainer?"

She asked, tilting her head in confusion.

"I never said that. I specifically mentioned the 'Pokémon League'. I have no interest in participating in it. Not unless it rakes in a huge amount of money or something. But then again, I don't have any intention of capturing any pokémon into one of those balls, just to self indulge myself in senseless cock-fighting, like everyone else. Does that make sense?"

"I...I see. I'm just surprised, is' all."

Oh?

"Why?"

Once again she scratched her cheek, idly glancing to the side, "You seem...Smart. The way you speak and analyze things. I thought maybe you were into the notion of pokémon training or something. With how you scanned me and all..."

Talk about stroking the ego.

"I don't plan on abusing your 'I.O.U', and using you to 'battle' other people's poképets. Unless it's absolutely necessary or we're attacked, or if it's our last financial option that happens to be the most effective."

"But...I can do that, if you want."

It seems like she's already been mentally conditioned 'long' before I came along…

"I want you to know something, Ginger." He knelt down to be eye level with her, causing her to ruffle her feathers nervously and be avoidant.

"Look at me."

She hesitated, but did so; her crimson eyes were like rubies under the twilight stars.

I might regret this. But the 'Loyalty' factor requires it.

"You might think you 'owe' me. But you really don't. And most importantly, you're free. You belong to no one. I. Don't. Own. You...Ok?"

Her breath shuddered at that, and she broke contact.

"So you think I'm weak now...And that I'm useless in battle...Despite what you've said."

What!? That's not what I...She completely took that wrong! Ugh, never mind. Talk about mental conditioning! Fuck I've got a slew of work cut out for me…

Ginger looked like she was about to cry now.

What is this? First she was a psycho-killing machine, then she yells in petulant anger, and now 'this'!? Talk about inconsistent...Who the hell did this to you? Tch, make me look like a saint, why doncha'...

"No, I didn't say that. Cutting down a fucking tree with a single attack isn't something I'd call 'weak'. Hell no. What I meant is, I won't abuse you or your 'I.O.U' for solely my benefit. Get it?"

"So...Does that mean I can battle for you? It's really all I know, a-and you already taught me a new move."

Oh for the love of—

His hand twitched in a titanic effort to stop himself from facepalming. Instead he sighed, "Correction, 'Night slash' is something you already knew, and 'Immolation' is your own creation, I might've incited you to use those, but I never 'taught' them to you, give yourself some credit...But, we'll see. It's your life after all. For now, I'd really like to get my bearings first, and in a few hours it'll be total' dark out, so let's get going."

"Sure...Will you at least...Think about it?" She asked with hope in her eyes.

Oh not the 'look', please not the 'look'—

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt to discuss your moves and tactics for now, in case we get attacked or whatever." He settled on that for the meantime, and it seemed to have a positive effect on her.

Grey got up and resumed his trek through the forest, with his…'Travel companion' alongside him. But now he was worried.

Fighting 'and' Fire type…

Whatever Ginger's past was, her particular duo-typological composition wasn't helping at all. Telling an elemental entity, who had some apparent battle experience as well as being composed of both a conceptually fighting spirit and a literal fiery passion, that they didn't need to fight; was like telling a crack addict not to 'sniff a line' sitting in plain sight...And in this scenario, Grey got the impression that he himself was the line of crack...Shit.

What the hell have I gotten myself into…

After a few more hours of hiking and some, surprisingly, enthusiastic conversations about tactics and Ginger's moves, the twilight had morphed into near-total night, though the moon was fairly large in this world, illuminating the area a bit more than he was accustomed to. The duo came upon a clearing through the pines, and spotted a wooden structure in the middle of it.

Hmm? A cabin?

Though it showed signs of its rushed construction, it did the job. But who would even bother doing such a thing in the middle of a pine forest? And, according to the pokédex map, only a couple of kilometers from Oldale? Something wasn't right.

Ginger kept her rhythm, but with an outstretched hand he stopped her, "Wait. See if you can sniff out the cabin from here."

"Sniff? What am I, a growlithe?"

He rolled his eyes at her, "No, you're a clever girl that has ridiculously good senses, and that cabin looks suspicious. No reason to waltz into trouble if we can avoid it."

"Oh so now you want to avoid trouble?"

"Just do it, please."

She harrumphed triumphantly, "Helpless without me...Joke's on you, already got their scent. There's four humans and a single pokémon in there. But I'm not sure how good that pokémonʼs sensory skills are, it might already be onto us—"

With a slam, the door was smashed down by a boot, and out came four people. Two men and women, dressed in an odd parody of pirate or sea dweller outfits, with blue and white striped stockings matching their shirts, black shorts with jagged ripped sleeves that matched their bandanas, which had a bony white 'A' emblazoned on them.

This was definitely the late 70s…

"Hey! Who the hell are you!?" Pointed one of the men, as a rotund light-blue pokémon with a fair colored underbelly, resembling a young sea lion, hopped into view with its body fat jiggling and its long white whiskers bobbing as it whiffed the air, before turning its bold head to the duo, and giving an angry glare of its beady black eyes.

"Dylan, why'd you break down the door?" Asked one of the female members in a morose tone, she wore a dark blue vest in contrast to the other two members.

"Eh, uh, sorry ma'am, got caught up in the moment. Heh." He scratched the back of his head in apparent embarrassment.

"Moron…"

"Now, now, Lisa, don't be too hard on them, they are trying to prove themselves, after all." Said another member from behind with a nasal accent, being the vested male counterpart. Clearly the vested pair were superiors to the other two in the chain of command from some kind of organization.

Either that, or pirate-anime-cosplayers doing LSD in the middle of a forest while role-playing…If he wasn't within the universe of a world famous Nintendo franchise, Grey would have easily bet money on the latter, and the fact that these individuals were too fit to be your average anime-game binge consumers. The toned midriff of the women's uniform indicated as much—

"Whatever, Nate. You two!" Snapped the vested woman.

"Yes Ma'am!" Saluted the two grunts with a nervous jolt.

"Deal with them, us two still need to finish our planning and preparations against 'Team Magma' before they arrive at the Oldale Ruins. Go."

Jesus, punch first, ask questions later? Talk about irrational...

"Aye! Ma'am!"

The vested individuals proceeded back into the cabin, along with the sea lion pokémon and with 'Nate' picking up the door and leaning it back on its hinges, leaving the other two grunts outside.

"You! What's your business here!? Were you sent by the cops!?" Demanded the girl. She couldn't have been older than eighteen.

"And now 'this' is happening." Muttered Grey under his breath, annoyed at the cheap anime drama unfolding before him—

"Hey! Are you deaf!? Cloey asked you a question!" hollered out 'Dylan'.

A stupid one at that.

"Tch. Do I look like I've been sent by the cops?"

"W-well, no, I guess not, but—"

"Then that settles it. We're just heading to Oldale and stumbled upon this...Eh, cabin. Sorry to have bothered you' lot, we'll just be on our way. Let's go Ginger."

He turned to leave but—

"Hey! You can't just leave!"

With Ginger in tow, Grey just gave the grunt a side glance, "Watch me."

He continued walking, hoping that was the end of it. But when it came to villain logic, obviously they wouldn't just let them go, they were already seen.

As if to confirm his thoughts, the popping of two pokéballs caused the duo to stop, as the familiar ringing of energy de-condensed the occupants.

Great...

"Grey, I don't think they're going to let us go." Warned Ginger, a little too enthusiastically for his taste. Clearly she was dying to see some action.

"I figured as much, I've never been an optimist."

He sighed as they both turned to face their opponents.

One of them was a bipedal stoat-like cat with dark teal fur, close to Ginger's height but looking like it weighed close to sixty pounds. It had three red feathery tails and a single short red feather on its left ear, with its right being a normal short pointed one, as well as two golden oval-like gem-protrusions, one on its forehead, and the other in the center of its chest. Its limbs had retractable claws, the ones on its arm being exceptionally long and deadly. It glared at him with vicious and narrow, heavily lashed red eyes as it brandished its natural blades.

Jesus-fucking-christ that thing looks vicious, kinda' gives Ginger a run for her money in that department…

The other was a primarily dark gray bodied, and black headed lizard-like pokémon on all four black limbs, around half a meter in height if standing; it couldn't weigh much more than ten pounds. There was an iridescent orange line along its tail that ended in rounded split ends at the base of it. The base of its neck had two spines sticking out, eerily resembling bandana tips, like its trainer's. Several sharp teeth-like protrusions lined its top jaw, with purplish-black fumes seeping out from its lips as it stared at him with curious and coy, amethyst purple, slit-eyes.

It winked at him, alarming and unsettling Grey.

What the...This one seems...Less aggressive, and comically amicable compared to its teammate...

He flashed out his pokédex as it made biometrics scans of both of them, first the catty one.

—"Sneasel, the 'sharp claw' pokémon"—

Yeah, and it's real name is 'Shit Sherlock', first name 'No', seriously, the creator made this shit up as they went—

—"Its paws conceal sharp claws. If attacked, it suddenly extends the claws and startles its enemy. It has a cunning yet savage disposition. It waits for—"

Oh my...Really!? Enough with the 'claws' and obvious notes! I'm looking right at it! You'd think this fucking thing was made for the blind! Screw this.

Ignoring the rest of the pokédex entry, he took quick mental notes from actually useful info:

—'Ice' & 'Dark-type'.

—Average height-weight: 0.9 mts & 61 lbs.

—Mother Gene ability: Inner Focus. Unrelenting and incapable of 'flinching' in the face of its obstacles.

—Father Gene ability: Slush Rush. Speed is increased during a 'Hail storm'.

—Move list: Requires demonstration to gauge individual's current strength from statistics.

Ok...Apart from its name reminding me of a nasal pharmaceutical drug, judging from its build and overall description, 'Sneasel' is built for speed and deadly precise attacks, heavily oriented to a cut and dry 'offensive' style.

Next, the Lizard.

—Data not found—

...Ok, after this, I'm calling Birch for a fucking update!

"Oi! Eyes over here!" called out the grunt.

Grey observed the trainers and their pokémon once more, putting away the pokédex.

Ginger should be able to handle Sneasel, but I have no clue what the other pokémon is...And she has to face two others, considering the leaders in the cabin and 'if' they only have one pokémon each…

"Bitches first." Called out Grey.

"What'd you say!? Oh you're gonna' get it now! 'Salandit'! 'Smog'!"

So that's it's name, but how did 'they' get the name of the pokémon, but not a regional pokédex...Regional...Oh, 'pokémon smuggling'?—

The salandit opened its maw and bellowed out a hissing cloud of purple-black smoke that rolled and spread across the field, obscuring the area between the two parties.

Are they stupid? They've effectively blinded themselves. Nope, not wasting time with these morons.

"Ginger…'Flank 'n' Taliban'." He commanded, eyeing her reaction to see if she remembered the tactical brevity code they discussed during their hike.

"Aww man, really?" She whined.

"You'll get your chance with the next pair, you're the only partner I've got and I can't afford to exhaust you with these two, especially with that poisonous smoke, now move."

"Fine…"

She bent her knees, with the muscles in her powerful legs rippling in tension under her plumage, and sprung forth in a whooshing blur around the expanding smoke, ripping up grass and dirt with every step of her clawed feet, disappearing behind the toxic fumes...

A few moments later, the enemy trainers let out a panicked cry.

GG. Good game.

"H-hey what gives man!?" Called out Dylan.

"Y-Yeah, what is this!?" asked Cloey as the smoke cleared out to reveal the two grunts, held at knife's edge by Ginger and her claws, with the two enemy pokémon gawking at the sight.

Grey ignored them and gazed at the fowl pokémon, "Nice work, though I did tell you they were a waste of your time, Ginger. Those two didn't even see you run right around the smoke. Pfft."

The combusken smirked at him, "Guess you were right."

"Hey! Don't ignore us—Eek!" The grunt was silenced by a growl from Ginger.

Grey leered at the pair under hostage, "I won. What's the problem?"

"Huh!? But...But that's not how a battle works! You're not supposed to target the train—"

"Oh? So you'd rather your pokémon pets get slaughtered—by an evolved opponent no less—rather than yourselves? How noble, obviously you don't care about them and you're clueless on the situation."

"What do you mean!?"

"I mean, this isn't a league sanctioned battle, not to mention you attacked me, and you're some kind of criminal organization avoidant of the authority, yet you expect 'me' to follow some imaginary rules? Please, as far as the situation goes, you've been beat at your own game."

"Th-That's bullshit! No one beats 'Team Aqua' at their own game!"

Team Aqua?

"Ha! What's bullshit is you two morons double teaming me, not that it did any good. Tch." Grey eyed the two still gawking pokémon, standing stiff watching their trainers helplessly, aware of what'll happen if they move. Though the salandit didn't seem to care too much.

He glared back at the Aqua grunts, "Now...Call back your pokémon, or be treated with the sight of your own blood, pooling on the ground as you drown in it." He threatened with a venomous narrowing of his eyes, as the two grunts visibly blanched.

The two pokémon snapped their gazes on him, shocked at his dark threat.

"O-O-Ok man, ch-chill, Sneasel, return!"

"S-Salandit, return!"

The pokéballs shot a thin red light at their respective residents, morphing them into red plasmatic light, though not before the salandit had one last look at him, before getting absorbed and condensed back into its pokéball.

"Good. Now 'light's out'."

The grunt whimpered at the statement, as with the side of her hands, Ginger smacked the back of their necks, instantly knocking them out cold into a heap of unconscious limbs, with the pokéballs rolling out of their hands. Grey walked over and picked the round contraptions up, checking the grunts for any others, coming up with nil.

He gazed at the two shrunken spherical devices rolling on his palm, "And that's battle number one. Pathetic, but unsanctioned, so I guess that really doesn't count."

"Damn right it doesn't...I didn't get to do much," grumbled Ginger.

"Oh don't worry. You'll get your chance. By now the other two are aware of what's happened."

'Clap...Clap'

The loose door of the cabin was knocked aside, and out came the duo of the higher up Aqua members, though how superior in the 'Team Aqua' chain of command? Grey didn't know, but for them to be doing field work, he estimated it wasn't very high.

Nate came out, with Lisa strutting next to him in slow applause, and the sea lion pokémon bouncing back out to their side, looking a bit shocked, but mimicking her clapping while barking like it's animal counterpart, before Grey heard it say "—pressive, yes!"

Lisa put a hand on her chin in thought, "I must say, stranger, you caught us by surprise. While Nate was busy, I watched from the window. And the way you won that, and threatened them, real dark. I'm impressed. You'd make perfect 'Team Aqua' material, we could use people who can think 'outside' the box."

Who are these people?

"Getting' a bit ahead of ourselves aren't we? Usually when you recruit people, you ought to mention the business vision first. What's your goal?"

She laughed. "Hehe, true. Ultimately, 'Team Aqua' seeks to return the world to its beginnings, with most of humanity out of the picture. We want to restart the world with a great flood, so that pokémon can live untainted by humanity's harmful influence!" she declared with a zealousness that matched her manic eyes.

Her partner gave a false clearing of his throat, "Lisa, I think you're telling him too much."

"Oh hush, Nate."

Great flood? Return the world to its beginnings?

Grey gazed at them in suspicion, "How do you plan on doing 'that'?"

Lisa gave him a sly grin as she put a hand on her hip, "Well, I can't give you the details...You'll just have to take my word for it."

Well shit. If this were my old world and they actually had such power...Having the confidence to simply attack other people on a whim...Either they're wackos, or...They've got the right idea…And considering the kind of universe I'm in, maybe they have pokémon or weaponry powerful enough to achieve such a thing?

"Who's this 'Team Magma' I heard you mention before? They don't seem like your kind of people"—Grey waved a hand at their uniforms— "with the opposing theme, name motif and...All that jazz."

Her grin grew wider, "They're a group of morons who are trying to do the exact opposite. They want to dry the world's oceans to expand the land as well as the human influence, to allow for further expansion of it's malefic civilization, and under Team Magma? I'd make a safe bet that it'll be a tyrannical rule over everyone, especially over the power of pokémon, with pokémon. Cruel, and typical."

Oh my God, these people are 'eco-terrorists'...And extreme one's too. And, she's speaking for her opposition, so there must be more to their vision. But their overall idea seems equally destructive.

She continued, "So you see the difference? Our existence as an organization is imperative for the sake of pokémon. We must stop team Magma, and anyone else who get in our way...And for someone skilled like you, you'll easily climb the ranks, privileged to be one of the 'saved' who get to live to see the 'new better world'...So what'd you say?"

Pokémon and humans...Humanity's harmful influence…Great flood? Sounds like God's genocide of humanity's corruption all over again...But this time, self-imposed by a group of transparently misanthropic humans...Huh.

Grey put a hand on his chin.

Interesting…

…

Oh my, what's this?

Alright yall', time for a tiny bit of disclaiming explanations:

- 'Gene abilities' and 'Gene moves' in this story are = Abilities, Hidden abilities and 'egg moves' of pokémon.

So for those of you who're (most likely the case) much more hardcore gamers than I, if you've already figured out who Ginger's father is, based on her inherited moves and 2nd ability, I beg you to please not spoil it for others in the reviews section. (See what I did there?)

- Biometric scans: I'd say canonically, the pokédex pretty much does this, but the problem is, the individuality of each pokémon is never illustrated. It's usually based on statistical averages of said genus/species.

Also, each individual pokémon would be at its own current level of power, which would determine what moves it may know. (I don't think the anime works much with actual numerical values of 'Levels' like the games do.)

So in this story, (breaking the 4 moves limit thing) the amount of moves a pokémon knows are a decent measure of its current level. Also, the pokédex will require precise measuring of a pokémon's strength when in action, in order to determine its 'Level' and 'Move set' based on average data.

It cannot determine the move-set information with just a simple biometric scan, and they're also based on averages as well as genome detection, which means any TM/HM taught to the scanned pokémon will go virtually undetected, until it is used. (this prevents unfair advantages against trainers who don't own a pokédex.)

However, despite this, and along with his game logic, you guy's have already figured that Grey is going to abuse the living shit out of the pokédex. Have fun. HAHA!

- By now you've noticed I've blended some AS/OR elements into this with the teams and their getups, as well as their overall mission.

- While not as many as last chapter, bonus points for catching some references sprinkled here and there. :P

Hope you enjoyed! have a good day/night. :)

Aether Apostle · Mar 25, 2022

Chapter 5:

Contact

…

"Well?" Pressed Lisa, obviously pleased with her negotiation skills.

Grey pondered for a moment, "Man, I wish you guys existed back at my 'home-town', would've made life so much simpler..."

"So, is that a yes?"

Honestly most of everything they've said is...Actually right up my alley...

But...

He looked back at her with a frown, "But, we're not 'in' my 'hometown', are we?"

"Err, I guess no—"

"Ginger. Burn down the cabin."

Looking glad at his decision, her eyes gave a savage sheen as she expanded her diaphragm, "With pleasure!"

Lisa recoiled, "Shit...Nate! Sealeo! Move!"

Ginger glowed with red kindling sparks of energy as she cocked her head back, before jerking it forward and opening her mouth to release a flash of fire, illuminating the night as the jet of flame roared past the two Aqua agents and struck the cabin, instantly setting it ablaze.

Lisa whirled around, "Why you—"

"Let's go Ginger!" Grey turned to run.

"What? But—"

"Now!" He insisted as the combusken followed and ran beside him.

"Nate! After them!"

Damn, I hoped they'd stay behind to put out the cabin fire.

Grey dared to look back, but noticed the 'Sealeo', as it was called, had stayed back with Lisa to put out the fire with constant gouts of water spraying from its gullet. It was just Nate from a distance, running in pursuit behind them with a pokéball in his hand.

But it's better than facing them both—

"Why are we running?" Asked Ginger as she glanced backward.

"Two reasons, one, we have no idea if there's more of them scattered about in the forest. If they're this close to Oldale and they know of this 'Team Magma's' plan, they must have scouts."

He paused his speech to catch some breath as they reached the pines.

"And the other?"

"Two, if Team Magma is planning some kind of attack at Oldale, then that means 'May' might be in trouble."

"Doesn't she have a mudkip?"

"She can barely command that pokémon without it spitting back in her face, and I kind of have an 'I.O.U' to settle with her."

"Well the other guy is still following us, doesn't look like he'll let us go, now that we know of their plans."

"Once we enter the forest, we'll kick his ass under the cover of the trees."

They broke back into the pine forest, with Ginger slicing up the branches in their way like they were mere cobwebs, to allow them passage.

"Oh? So it's gonna' be your 'Guerilla tactics' then?" She asked.

Through labored breaths, he grinned, "You bet your feathery ass."

They entered deep into the forest once again, with no sign of Nate following them. Either they lost him, he was weary of being ambushed, or he decided it wasn't worth his time.

Grey took a few breathers with his heart beating at his throat from the sprint, while Ginger seemed fine, like she only just took a quick stroll. She smirked at him.

"You alright there Grey? Want me to carry you?"

Huffing, he gave her the stink eye, "Hah...Shut up, bitch. Hah...After getting my ass kicked by 'you', waking up strapped to a bed, interrogated by an old-school shrink, getting gigabytes worth of info crammed into my head, dropping your ass afterward—not without effort—and hiking over forest terrain for hours only to make a hundred-plus meter sprint? I think I'm entitled to be a little tired, don't ya' think? I'm only fuckin' human."

"Now that you mention it, that's actually pretty impressive for a human." She attempted with a small smile.

"Yeah, yeah, save it. Hah...Woo...I think we lost emʼ."

"Well, I can't sense the guy, so he's nowhere near. Yep, we've lost th—"

The ruffling of pine branches above alerted them, snapping their gaze upward.

"What was tha—"

'Thud'

The needled pine ground shook beneath their feet along with a sudden draft from the heavy object that landed right behind them. It let out a heavy exhale; the wicked breeze of it prickled their skin, as the thing's presence blocked out the moon light.

The duo slowly turned their heads.

Grey almost choked on his breath at the sight, with his blood freezing.

Oh...Shit on a stick.

"Shif—try not to choke on your tongue," it said in an amused deep voice like that of cracking wood.

A branchy arm smashed and sent both of them tumbling into a tree. The force of the blow was so strong that Grey's head and stomach turned from the sheer inertia, along with the landing emptying him of his air.

What the…Fu…

The thing walked into the moonlight, and Grey reeled in fear at the bizarre creature. This thing couldn't be a fucking pokémon could it!? It looked as though it came straight out of a high fantasy novel instead!

It was a huge, bipedal and stout pokémon that was just as tall as himself, if not bigger. It's entire thick body was made of wood and bark. A pair of nasty, glowing yellow eyes floating on ink-black sclera peeked out of its silvery mane that shimmered under the moonlight, with its long ears piercing through it. A sharp wooden nose poked out of its hair-masked face with it's large barky mouth baring its seething teeth as it raised its twig-like arms, each with crooked branches for fingers, webbed with broadleaves; looking more like feathered fans. It's feet stabbed the ground as it stalked toward them, resembling a type of wooden japanese footwear that Grey couldn't remember the name of at the moment.

This thing was a fucking treant! Albeit a bit small to be one, but big enough to be a bloody threat.

What's a treant doing in this universe!?

Grey whipped out his pokédex to scan it.

—"Shiftry, the wicked pokémon."—

Wicked!? Yeah, no shit!

—"Shiftry is the second, and final evolved form of the 'Seedot' family.—

Oh great. A fully evolved, third stage pokémon. Right out the gate, and we face the colosseum lions of Rome. Lovely.

—"No other evolutions or variations recorded."—

What? How can it say for certain it's the 'final form' when it's suggesting there's possibly another evolution or variation? Weird, must be a universal format based on a different pokemon's anomaly...

—"Shiftry is the evolved form of 'Nuzleaf', often (but not exclusively) requiring a 'Leaf Stone' to reach this stage. It is a mysterious Pokémon that is said to live atop towering trees dating back over a thousand years. It creates terrific windstorms with the fans it holds."—

Oh that's just fucking great! The trees that were meant to be our cover, happen to be this thing's freakin' home turf! Karma, you cruel, cruel bitch.

"Tch. That little gizmo makes me out to be an oldie, when it couldn't be further from the truth, but the winds? Sounds about right," commented the shiftry with a grin streaking its barky face as it gave a lazy flick of its wrist, buffeting them with a small gust to demonstrate.

Sweat lined Grey's brow as he quickly read the statistics.

—'Grass' & 'Dark-type'.

—Average height-weight: 1.3 mts & 130 lbs.

What!? More like 2 meters tall and at least 200 pounds! I call statistical bullshit!

—Mother Gene ability: Overgrow. Dramatically increases the power of Grass-type moves, as well as the physical growth of gene-holder.

Well that explains its size...

—Father Gene ability: Chlorophyll. Speed is increased during 'bright sunshine'.

Oh thank fuck it's night then, as if being bigger than usual wasn't enough!

—Move list: Requires demonstration to gauge individual's current strength from statistics.

That won't be a problem in a minute!

"Ah, Shiftry, I see you've found them, excellent job." Came Nate's voice as he waltzed onto the scene from behind a trunk, standing behind the dark-grass-type who acknowledged him.

Grey pulled himself to his feet by the tree as Ginger got up to stand defensively in front of him, he leaned in to whisper, "Ginger, now's your chance to fight, you've got the type advantage, but watch out. He's at his final form while you're not, which means its base stats are mostly higher than yours, on top of him being a freak of nature...no pun intended."

"Right. It's all good." She said, though with a nervous look in her eyes.

"And if Nate's worth his salt to have this mutant tree, having faced a team with 'Magma' in its name, chances are he's handled fire-types before."

"Sure, no pressure then..." Her voice wavered.

"You've got this."

Nate snorted, "Done with the cheerleading?" he teased with a grin crossing his arms. "Don't think you can pull the same trick as you did with the other two grunts, much less escape Shiftry in this environment. Running in here was a mistake you'll sorely regret."

"Whatever. Ginger, sequence one."

"Roger that."

She took a quick breath and shot out ember sparks at the treant, but with another flick of his wrist, he blew away the little embers like one would a candle, however Ginger had already leapt high with a twist in the air, cocking a leg back, and planted a solid kick into its face, sending Shiftry staggering backwards with the resounding whack of a second kick.

"Grh...Not bad," the tree-like pokémon grunted as he stood firm once more. Ginger looked shocked at how well it took the Double-kick head on.

Wait a minute. Weren't Dark-types weak against Fighting-types? Sure' as hell did nothing but shove it back.

"I can see you're confused, brat. Not all battles are decided by Type-advantages," commented Nate, getting Grey's attention.

"Shiftry, 'Leaf Tornado' into 'Air Cutter', use the trees! Go!"

As soon as the last syllable left Nate's mouth, the ent pokémon launched itself into the trees, bounding from branch to branch, appearing and disappearing from view in rapid succession. Grey and Ginger found it difficult to track its movements in the trees.

Then nothing.

"Eyes and ears open, Ginger."

"Right."

A slight breeze blew from around them, and the Shiftry came flying out of the pine branches in a blur toward Ginger from behind—

Shit—

"Six o'clock! Code orange!"

She spun and sucked in air, right as a storm of whirling pine needles and leaves blew forth, dancing around the approaching Shiftry's body. Ginger fired a Flamethrower, but the Shiftry stopped launching the projectiles and instead waved its fans in a sequence, blowing out sharp gales of air that sent the flame off course and scythed through the cloud of burning leaves, whipping her in several parts of her body and eliciting a screech from her as she was tossed into another tree with a smack.

Grey's heart thrashed in his chest at seeing his only defense getting lugged around by a Grass-type of all things. Oh wait, that's right...Air Cutter was an Air or Flying-type attack, which was super effective against Fighting-types...And a Grass-type used it. Shit. Though it did fit with the pokedex's description. Thankfully he still had said device out to see the Shiftry in action.

Thing's way too strong, we need to up our anty, let's see…

—"Analysis complete! Displaying subject Shiftry's approximate move-list"—

—Leaf Tornado

—Air Cutter

—Tackle

—Mega Drain

—Synthesis

—Payback

…

That's it!? What!? Even Ginger knows more moves than that. What gives? Maybe it has another evolution? No, the pokédex said it doesn't...Wait a min—

"Oi Grey! Get your nose out of that thing and tell me what to do here!" Yelled out the combusken as she narrowly avoided what seemed like a tackle attack out of the bushes, with the Tree-like creature slapping against a tree trunk before launching itself again at her from another tree, ambushing her at every turn.

"Just stall it with Fire-Type moves, use your instincts and smarts!" he called back.

"Ha! Some trainer you are, and to think Lisa pegged you for someone skilled." Teased Nate from a few meters away.

Ignoring him, Grey continued reading the Grass-type's entry. Then he skimmed the page about it's previous form, 'Nuzleaf'...

Leaf stone...Wait, that's it! Hoho shit!

With confidence returning to his stiff spine, Grey stood up straight, "Ginger! Go for it! He's all size but no tact! He's just a little bitch compared to you!"

"What!?" Hollered out both Shiftry and its trainer, with Ginger looking equally surprised.

"Switch to sequence 'two'!"

...Mystified at Grey's sudden bravado, she did as commanded and leapt to the side of the treeish brute, barely dodging another Air Cutter, dug her claws into the ground and flung dirt into her opponent's eyes—

"Argh! Why you—"

"Shiftry! Get away!" Called out Nate urgently—

Ginger dodged a desperate swipe of Shiftry's leaf-fan, swerving behind him, sucking in air and ejecting gas from her internal sac, igniting both and blasting Shiftry in the back with a roaring flamethrower.

Shiftry screamed in pain as its combusting wooden body took the full brunt of the attack, crashed to the ground from the force, and slid to a stop, illuminating the night in orange light with its burning body.

Ginger fist pumped the air.

Yes! Eat that!

She approached the fallen Shiftry casually to inspect her handy work—

"Ginger, wait! Don't go near—"

Huh?

"Now! 'Payback'!"

Her elation was cut short, as in a single swift move, the Shiftry flipped off the ground while a mass of dark energy pooled on its branchy limb and struck Ginger in the gut.

She heaved with spittle flying out. Her vision was a blur as she was launched backward through the air, scraping against the side of one tree before crashing against another with a sickening thud, and slid down, slumped on the tree base.

"Blagh...Hah."

She spat out blood, with her head spinning as her side stung and her abdomen ached like it just got hit by a truck.

So this was what Grey felt. Shit it hurt…She grunted in a mighty attempt at pulling herself up, before her muscles gave in and she flopped back onto the tree roots.

Damn it! If only I could just get up!

Regardless of her pain, she'd prove to Grey that she could see things through. She couldn't fail him now, not when his life could be on the line and on top of that, being their very first proper battle, league sanctioned or not...She growled in another attempt to pick herself up...

...Grey was astounded at the power of the move and how it sent Ginger sailing through the forest, despite it being Dark-type and ineffective against Fighting-types, but something seemed off—

"From what Lisa told me before I chased after you...I'd say, that was your only pokémon. Looks like you've lost, kiddo'," said Nate with a sneer that Shiftry mimicked as the treant-like pokémon stood in triumph by his trainer now, weakened and sizzling from a burn.

Gotta' distract him to give Ginger some time to recover...or while I think of something fast. Worst comes to worse…

He felt the two shrunken pokéballs in his pocket he took from the other Aqua grunts.

No, that would never work...Maaaybe the salandit might be convinced?

Though he hoped Ginger would recover before he resorted to such desperate measures. Grey leered in suspicion at Nate, "What the hell...How is Shiftry still standing after taking that Flamethrower straight to the back!? It's combat power shouldn't be that high. As soon as it evolved from a 'Seedot', I'd wager you evolved 'Nuzleaf' into its current form with a 'Leaf stone', considering its tiny movepool, so what gives?"

Nate looked surprised, before grinning, "So you've figured me out...though not a skilled trainer, you are, at least, a critical thinker. As for your enquiry, that's simple,"—he began with an explicative hand gesture—"before becoming an Aqua sergeant, and after squaring off against a few 'Magma' pricks, coming up short with the sole pokémon I was provided with, I changed tactics. Indeed, I used a Leaf Stone—which I had the fortune of finding in an earlier mission—on Seedot straight after it evolved into a Nuzleaf in a rush to boost his base stats significantly. Time is too precious when you're in team Aqua, so I know that his movepool is fairly limited."

More like 'stole' the stone...

"As such," Nate continued—much to Grey's gladness to give Ginger more time—"knowing that I'd be facing numerous fire types with Shiftry, I equipped him with an 'item' known as an 'Occa berry', I assume from your expression you don't know what that is?" he enquired, angling his nose skyward in derision.

Fuck the 'berry', I didn't even know pokémon could 'equip' items that benefitted them directly! Or did I just forget? Though most pokémon have the limbs and means to do so, and they're as smart as humans...Christ I have waaay too much to learn, ugh…

"Out of the numerous 'fruit', I forgot," Grey lied. "But based on your explanation, I'd say it temporarily reduces Fire-type move effectiveness on consumption, right?"

"Exacta'!" let out Nate, aiming at him with pistol hand impressions.

Where have I heard that expression before? But this is definitely an 'anime', the villain loves to talk.

"And I assume the Dark-type move 'Payback' deals damage back, based on the amount the user received, therefore you took advantage of the amount of super-effective damage the Fire-type move did, right?"

"Correct."

Haha...Now I see, that's incredibly reassuring...

Grey clapped to feign his being impressed.

"I see...I must say, Nate, that's quite a strategy, it fits you."

"Why thank yo–"

Grey raised his hand to stop Nate, "Except for three things…"

Nate cocked his head like a dog that had just been given an equation to solve, "Oh? And what's that?"

Grey smirked as he saw a faint light behind the enemy duo, "One, the Occa berry reduced the damage from Flamethrower, therefore, Payback was also weakened."

Nate went wide eyed at the statement, but shrugged it off, "Even so, it was enough to—"

"Two, combusken is also a Fighting-type."

Nate raised a thick brow, "Oh. Well, true but—"

"And three—"

Ginger burst out of the forest trees above Shiftry, shimmering with an orange swirling aura—

'And remember, Ginger, after any sequence, if you happen to slip-up and get hit by a strong move but manage to stay conscious, remember to use it.'

'Just like when you cut me, yeah?'

'Exactly, like that'...

"—You talk too much...Ginger, use—"

Nate whirled around to gasp at the sight, "Oh shit! Shiftry mov—"

"'Counter.'"

Ginger let out a bloodcurdling battle cry as she came thundering down with an outstretched claw, right as Shiftry brought his arms into a cross guard, and collided against him with a booming impact that echoed through the forest, shook the ground and swayed the branches of the pines while lifting up a cloud of dust, dry pine-needles and leaves, obscuring both pokémon and sending both humans staggering back from the sheer force of the blow.

Grey, having shielded his eyes from the dust, lowered his arms and grinned at the sight. Ginger, with her chest heaving, stood tall over Shiftry who was sprawled within a cratered, and now barren area of the ground, covered in burns, ripped up bark skin and darkened spots resembling bruises; he was just about to pass out.

"From the look on your face, Nate, I'd say that was 'your' only pokémon too."

"Tch...Shiftry! 'Synthesis' into a 'Low Sweep' and grab the combusken!" commanded Nate in a slur of words.

What? Low Sweep? That wasn't in—

In one deft motion, a swirling ball of green energy formed above Shiftry as he sweeped Ginger's feet with his legs, knocking her over, and clamped his branchy fingers around Ginger's hand-claws from behind.

"Nnh! Get off!" she demanded as she attempted to push away shiftry with the back of her foot, but he wouldn't let go.

"Mega drain!"

She yelped in exhaustion as energy was siphoned from her to the shiftry, who was looking healthier and healthier by the second.

Clever prick...He grabbed her from behind so she can't launch any fire moves at him from the front. That Shiftry is freakin' resilient. Then again, this Aqua guy has seen more battles than I have. But...

"Haha! Surprised by the 'Low sweep'? It's a 'T.M move' I taught him, that's why your little device there, I assume, probably didn't know about it. You rely on it far too much"

T.M move? Tch...He's right, I assumed those were Shiftry's only moves, so the pokédex won't detect those because they're outside of the average statistic range...Interesting.

Grey calmed himself with a deep breath, confounding the Aqua sergeant.

"Ginger…'Immolation'."

She stopped struggling and looked at him with uncertainty on her pained face, "Y-You sure? We might get in trouble."

"It's either the forest, or us. Do it." He confirmed.

She nodded as flames jetted from her mouth, being redirected along her body much like a Flamecharge, burning Shiftry's fingers and eliciting a howl of pain from the ent. As soon as he let go, she whirled around, becoming a literal flaming twister bathed in brilliant golden-red fire that set everything ablaze in her proximity, including Shiftry, who screamed in pain clutching himself and rolling over the ground.

Nate's mouth was agape in horror at the sight, "Shiftry! No! How could I…"

"Nate, call your pokémon back. It's over." Declared Grey as he strode toward the man, but the Aqua sergeant made no move to do so, instead watching as the tree-pokémon wailed in agony, helpless under its scorching torment.

"It can't be...I lost...What the fuck is 'Immolation!?' What is hap—"

The static of a radio from Nate's person, came to life, "This is 'Aqua beta scout' reporting in, 'Magma group A' has begun an assault on Oldale pokémon center, I repeat 'Magma group A' has begun an assault on Oldale pokémon center, awaiting instructions, over..."

Ah shit...based on what little memory I've got, a pokémon center is where trainers rest up along with their pokémon, and if I were a betting man, May and Ash are there now...Great.

"Nate! Where the hell are you!?" Called out Lisa from deep within the forest to their right, approaching fast with the sea lion's barking voice accompanying hers in their search.

Shit. Ginger's too tired and injured to face another pokémon, and if I remember correctly, that 'Sealeo' is a water-type...Yeah, fuck that.

"Ginger, we have to leave, now."

She looked at him before gazing back at the still shrieking Shiftry. Lifting a claw, and to Grey's amazement, she redirected the flames onto the trees that were already ablaze, leaving the Grass-type free of any fire on it, however it's pain-filled groans from the severe burns and smoldering skin bark still sent guilt pangs down his gut, and Ginger probably felt the same.

"I'm done. Let's go," she affirmed.

Grey gave a curt nod.

Having had enough of team Aqua, the duo dashed away from the crackling inferno of a forest fire they caused, back into the cool, dark shadows of the pine trees.

It was only after trotting far enough for the bushfire to be a small glowing dot in the distance, that Grey's ear registered Ginger's pained groans for him to observe her current state. Her yellow plumage was matted with blotches of blood, with feathers displaced by the cuts and swelling of her side. Her trotting had a limp to it and her breaths were more labored than his.

Time to use it.

"Ginger, wait."

"What is it?"

They stopped at a broad, ancient pine base, with the fowl pokémon giving him a questioning glance.

"Take a break on that root, let me patch you up," he said.

She seemed taken aback, "N-no it's fine I can keep going—"

With a push of his hand on her shoulder, he easily seated the combusken onto the chunky root as she let out a surprised yelp.

"If 'I' can push you over with ease, then you're full of shit. I'm not letting you run around as a half-corpse, now sit still." He said in a stern tone.

She looked away sheepishly as he slung off his pack and rummaged through its contents, identifying the various objects Birch kindly gave him, until he found it.

It was a gold spray bottle, shaped like an 'S' with a red base. On its label it said 'Super potion'.

Grey pulled out a flashlight and scrutinized the back of the bottle for details:

'Nano-technological transfectant. Best used on open wounds, from minor scratches to muscular tearing or bruising.'

Nano...tech…

...He blinked before doing a double take—

"Bwah!? I beg your fucking pardon!?"

His exclamation startled Ginger, "What? I didn't say anything," she asked, confused at his sudden outburst.

He caught himself and cleared his throat, "Eh, it's nothing…"

Holy mother of—This world has 'nano-technology' in the fucking 'seventies'!? What!? Did the wars back 'home' really screw us over 'that' much!?

Then again, it did make some sort of sense. Back on normal Earth, over a trillion dollars is invested in militaristic endeavors and armaments every year, as well as nuclear empowerment...If that sort of effort and financial investment were focused on something else, in a world of unity instead of wars…

Home...Can I really call a world like that 'home'?

Begging another question, were there even 'guns' in this world? Tranq guns kind of counted...But 'Team Aqua' didn't seem to have them...Then again, Ginger is a hardy, walking flamethrower and Shiftry can generate powerful winds with its hands; and that wasn't considering all the other possible types of pokémon and their attacks...Guns and their bullets would be horribly useless against pokémon, though not against humans. Weren't there a few episodes of the anime where modern weapons appeared? Question for later.

He shook his head from his idle thought and kept reading the potion label.

'Dosage: 1-3 full sprays on lightly affected areas. 3-5 on heavier wounds.

'Warning: Has limited effect on bone fractures, may cause side-effects including skin irritation and muscular spasms. Do not go over dosage, as the agent accelerates the subject body's healing process, putting pressure on the vascular system. If applied on heavy wounds or fractures, the solution cannot be considered as permanent curation, only temporary relief; professional and clinical attention is still strongly recommended soon after application. External use only, do not ingest.'

I see. So it's not entirely a 'miracle cure', but I think it's still good enough to make many of my Earth's inventor scientists groan in their graves from shame...Let's test it.

He inched the spray nozzle closer to her wounds, but she shrunk back, wary of the sloshing solution within, "Don't be a pussy, and stay still," he warned.

"Huh? I'm not a—Yeow!" She hissed, probably from the initial sting.

Antiseptic as well, of course.

He took advantage of her distraction and sprayed her multiple times on her affected areas as indicated, but not without her squirming everywhere like an insect, irritating him immensely, "I swear to God, Ginger, I will knock you unconscious if I have to." He threatened with a growl, stilling her mostly.

"Would like to see you try…" She muttered like a sulk.

He watched how the wounds sealed on their own like magic. Well shit, it actually worked. With portable matter-shrinking tech in the form of pokéballs, and rapid wound healing nano-tech as spray-on potions in this world, and in the seventies no less; the Nobel prize suddenly seemed like a cheap hand out…What was next?

"Don't tempt me. Course' then I'd have to carry your ass to Oldale," he commented.

Again, she seemed surprised at his statement, gazing at him in silence, which struck him as odd and unnerving at the same time, "What?" He asked, looking away from the ridiculous bio-technological wonder happening in front of him.

"Nothing." She gazed downward in evident thought.

Huh?

He shrugged, "How do you feel?"

She moved her arms around and twisted her torso to test her body, "Pretty ok, actually."

"Good," He got up, packing away everything into his pack. "Now we can keep goi—"

"Aren't you going to apply some to yourself? You've got a gash on your forearm." She pointed a claw at the problem area.

It was only then he gazed at said limb and indeed he was bleeding from a small cut. Huh. Must've been all the adrenaline.

"Meh, had much worse, but it's nothing compared to what you had, and I don't think the potion is designed entirely for humans anyway," He let out, only to catch his breath at the slip up—

She narrowed her ruby eyes, "Wait...If you were heading to the forest alone from the start, why did you need to carry medical aid designed for pokémon, when you don't have any?"

'Oh and Grey, take this as well.'

'What is it, professor?'

'A super potion, in case you might need it for 'you know who.'

'Right...That's 'if' she comes along. But I guess it couldn't hurt to not need it and have it than vice versa...'

Oh shit! Think, think—

"Everything, including the back-pack, came as a beginner trainer-starter set, ready for one of Birch's starter trainers in case they need it."

"Really? I didn't see 'May' take one, hers looks a lot smaller than yours" questioned Ginger, eyeing him in suspicion.

Ahhh—

"Like I said, it's in case they need it. May most probably has her own personal items in her backpack, and let's face it, a girl her size would be hard-pressed to carry this thing. Perhaps her parents will finance her or something—now are you going to be grateful that I even had a potion or what?"

Ginger caught herself now, scratching her cheek, "Eh, r-right, s-sorry. And thanks, Grey…" She gave an embarrassed smile.

"Yeah, whatever," he grunted, displaying annoyance on his face, "if you're ok to keep going, we should go."

Phew! Bullet dodged, God am I stupid? Far out and too close, Jesus…

The pair continued and rushed off through the pines and under the guise of night, toward Oldale.

Ginger perked her head up in alert, "What's that rumbling sound? Sounds real' close, yet so faint."

"Ah shit, don't tell me it's Aqua aga—"

"No, wait...It's gone now. Must be the cabin exploding or something."

Grey exhaled in relief, for a moment he worried that it was another ambush, he had enough of the goddamned forest for one night. Also, he was famished.

Fuck I'm starving…

...The spicy aroma of the gravy enveloped her as the meat melted on her palate, "Mmm, delicious! The food's first rate here. You know, these centers are really great, they've got everything you could ever want in one place!" exclaimed May, not having expected a place dedicated to pokémon, of all things, having fine cuisine.

"Yep, you bet. But remember—mmph—this is where the trainers and their pokémon rest up before battling, heavy training or—Mmph—continuing on their journey, " said the fourteen year old, Kanto born trainer through a mouthful of his food, eliciting a subtle cringe from May, but a cute 'pika' in agreement from the adorably huggable and rare yellow electric mouse next to him, engaged with his own treat held in his paws: A bottle of ketchup.

Despite the fact that—although being younger than her—he had far more experience as a trainer, Ash definitely had a one track mind when it came to pokémon. And it was hard to believe his little pikachu was the ace of his team for all this time, up until it demonstrated its strength against this 'Team Rocket' trio earlier, and the sheer amount of electricity it could generate and manipulate on its own. Still, why Ash didn't carry any of his previous team with him from the other two regions? She had no clue, it would've been nice to see them too. Maybe she'd see them at this so-called, 'Ever Grande Conference'?

There was a scary thought. Did she even want to be a trainer in the first place, and follow in her father's footsteps? Still...If it meant a potentially high quality life…

But a nagging voice at the back of her mind asked: Was that all there was to it? Was it worth...the risks?

She recalled what happened earlier today back at Little Root, when they had brought the man called 'Grey' to the Birch lab's infirmary.

'Oh my gosh, professor, is he gonna' be ok?'

'Though it was a close call with the combusken, with his brain waves being somewhat erratic, his vital signs overall indicate he's in good health.'

'That's a relief…'

That was an extremely close one, and she couldn't do anything with her mudkip even in those dire circumstances...It was nothing short of scary. Nor she or mudkip, a water-type pokémon no less, with some kind of advantage against fire, could so much as move in the presence of that combusken...Yet Grey, despite clearly being frightened as well, fought back wildly, with nothing but a kitchen tool, and somehow turned the tables, convincing it to actually rescue the professor. She couldn't believe the turn of events...And how she never felt more useless in her life...

Wonder if he's ok...I hope he doesn't get trauma, poor guy...I wish I could've done more. Pokémon can sure be dangerous...

Shaking her head of these thoughts, she resumed the topic, "Well, you're getting ready for heavy training, and I'm getting ready for training too, so that makes it ok to be here, right?"

Ash stopped halfway from gobbling up his food and looked at her, puzzled from beneath the visor of his red hat, "Uh, I guess when you put it that way—"

"Well if it isn't the two weary travelers! Glad you made it safely," came a familiar voice to the other side of their table. It was the young professor from the Oldale ruins they had passed earlier, still in his worn, mustard exploration clothes, and holding a tray of food.

Ash just gaped before responding, "Oh, hi there professor Alden. Nice to see you, thanks for guiding us here earlier, wanna' join us?"

"Sure thing," he said with a cheery smile before seating himself by the other end. "You two sure were in a hurry for the pokémon center earlier, I hope all is well?"

May resisted the urge to frown from the memory of another of her latest failures. Before having neared Oldale Ruins, not only had she failed miserably to capture an azurill, but the little blue water-mouse also called for backup from its family of two other evolved counterparts, and together overpowered her stubborn mudkip into unconsciousness with a bombardment of heavy water attacks. It was only then, during their rush, they passed the ruins and met Alden, who had given them directions to the Oldale pokémon center.

Did her uselessness know no bounds? What would her father say...And Arceus forbid her brat-of-a-brother 'Max' from ever finding out, he'd never let her hear the end of it. At least Nurse Joy confirmed mudkip was okay though, all he needed was a night's rest here in the center.

May gazed up at the archeologist, "Mudkip's fine, thanks," she said flatly.

The man's face mellowed, probably on noticing her sour mood, "I see...That's good. Though you two were in a rush, I noticed your intrigued expressions at the ruins. Say, once we finish dinner, why don't you two come to my room here, in this very pokémon center, and I'll show you some of my research? I guarantee it'll be interesting," He offered with a sunny grin.

"Oh wow! Really professor? Totally! That sounds awesome!" exclaimed Ash with a double fist pump to the air, as though he'd just won the lottery.

May was kind of curious too about the professor's findings, and though it was obvious to her that her attempt at hiding her personal dismay behind an emotional mask had failed—much like everything else today—it was a nice gesture on the archeologist's part to make an attempt at cheering her up. Heck, it already worked some'…

After paying for the inexpensive meal—inexpensive thanks to the Pokémon Association and League recognized trainer discount—The duo trainers made sure to reserve a room for themselves, before heading over to Alden's room.

It was a small and simple room, reserved for guests rather than League sponsored trainers. The woody scent of old paper permeated the space as they walked to the other end of it, where a table held a stone tablet, and above it on the wall, next to a cartographer's map, was a picture of the same ruins, with the same seven rounded stone pillars surrounding the long-since shattered structure they had passed earlier today.

"Those must be the same ruins we were at earlier," said Ash observing the framed photo. Leave it to him to state the obvious.

"Yes. The pokémon center's owners were generous enough to lend me the room to study them while I'm here. Evidence suggests there's a stone chamber hidden within those stone ruins. Legend has it that the chamber itself is a bridge or portal between our world, and the world of ancient civilization and pokémon."

May was bewildered at such a possibility, gazing with renewed curiosity at the picture, "Wow..."

"But because of its strange construction, all attempts at entering have, over time, caused the entire structure to erode, so its contents remain unknown."

"Whoa, and what do you mean by ancient pokémon?" asked Ash in wonder, with pikachu squeaking from curiosity too.

"You might be thinking about ancient extinct fossil pokémon like 'Aerodactyl' or 'Kabuto', but no. I speak of ancient pokémon that still live, without changing at all."

"Whoa! Cool!" exclaimed Ash, but it seemed like a bizarre prospect to May...

"Huh? How is that possible?" she questioned. "Don't these pokémon age too?"

"Great question, to which I only have the theory of the 'active' portal within the chamber, that links our current timeline to the past."

"What do you mean?"

Professor Alden's eyes glimmered in excitement, "I mean...The past is existing together with our present, and the portal is the door that separates both timelines, allowing the ancient pokémon to come and go through it. At least that's what the legends suggest, but it's an incomplete theory. Guess it's all that mystery that makes it fascinating."

That's crazy! But...Interesting. There might be more to pokémon than I initially thought…

"I'd sure love to meet an ancient living pokémon," mused Ash as he gazed in wonder back at the picture with pikachu in his arms.

"You just might one day," said a smiling Alden as he picked up the stone tablet, catching the teen's attention. "The correct way to enter the chamber is written on this tablet."

"You're kidding!"

"Pika!"

"No way!"

The professor chuckled, "Not kidding, and yes way. We just need to find the—"

'Click'

The lights went out, startling May.

What the...

The other's expressed their alarm as they were all pitched into momentary darkness, before the emergency fluorescent light came on, barely casting the room in a cold lifeless tone, but it was better than being blinded.

"What happened to the lights?"

The door burst open, and like flitting shadows, three growling quadruped figures rushed in to block the exit, with the room becoming hotter from their presence.

May's heart jump started at the sight. They were hound-like pokémon, standing at just over four feet tall, having black fur, accented with red-orange underbellies and snouts that bared their sharp teeth with a frightening snarl. Each one had white bony rib-like grooves on their backs and necks, and a pair of long, white curved horns protruding from their heads. Their brows were wrinkled in their glaring of the group with their hellish eyes burning like hot coals in warning.

Her spine shuddered as the situation eerily reminded her of the encounter with the combusken, only this was literally three times worse. May wanted to take her pokédex out and scan them, but her hands wouldn't move due to sheer trepidation. Once again, she found herself helpless.

Three people, two women and a man dressed in matching outfits, marched in and stood by the pokémon. Their uniform consisted primarily of red, lined with black. They sported boots and skin tights under their trousers—trouser shorts in the case of the women—and zippered vests that were emblazoned with a black 'M' insignia resembling a volcanic mountain with two high peaks. Their devilish grinning faces were partially obscured by their black-horned, red hoods, as well as their hotly iridescent shades occulting their eyes.

May had never seen nor heard of these people, who were they?

The lead male stood forth, raising his black gloved hands in greeting, "Hello, Professor Alden, how's the evening?" He said with a smirk.

"Tch. Who are you to barge in here? What is the meaning of this!?" Demanded the archeologist.

"Straight to the chase, huh? I like that. In short, professor, we would like you to accompany us on a little 'field trip' to the Oldale ruins."

"I will not!"

The man snapped a finger and another red attired criminal came into view at the doorway, holding a whimpering Nurse Joy hostage while looking over her shoulder with a sick smile, and a gleaming knife to her throat. May's heart pounded at the proximity of the blade to the nurse's jugular, the situation was getting more and more frightening by the second. Ash was just as shocked, but if Alden was nervous, he hid it well under his scowl, "Bastards!"

The leader's smirk widened, "My, this isn't the occasion for flattery, professor...Now, about that 'field trip', I might've misheard your response to my request, care to repeat that?"

The other vandals snickered at his comment, causing the professor to visibly shake in frustration. For a moment May worried he was going to deny them again but—

Alden surrendered with a sigh, "Fine. I'll go with you then. But leave everyone else out of this."

"That's fine, just as long as they don't cause trouble, but I'll be needing your pokéballs and that pikachu to go with them, just for insurance."

"No way!" Exclaimed Ash, but Alden turned to look at the teen and shook his head.

"Ash, it'll be ok. We're talking about a life here, possibly several more since there are injured pokémon here, and she's the lead nurse of the facility. They need her."

The teen was about to argue, but pikachu shuffled in his grip and dropped to the floor.

"Ah! Pikachu!"

Ash reached out, but the electric rodent gave a sad shake of his own head, "Pika', Pikachuu'," before nodding in confirmation with a nervous smile, then giving a minor growl at the villain group, again confirming, "Pi'."

"...Ok," exhaled the Kanto born trainer.

"Good, that's how I like it. Don't worry, we have no need of them for ourselves, we'll just keep you seperated for now. We're only interested in the ruins. Now, hand em' over," requested the leader with an outstretched hand.

The trio did as requested, careful not to make any sudden movements less the hound pokémon turn them into cinders. But Ash looked at the leader, "I don't have pikachu's pokéball with me. He always stays outside."

"I see. As long as he doesn't cause trouble. Now come along, professor."

The young researcher did so, with pikachu in tow, escorted by the criminals and their pokémon as they filed out of the room, "Lock the nurse with the brats in here and guard the door." Commanded the leader. The brute of a grunt shoved Nurse Joy into the room, before slamming the door shut, and with a click, locked them in.

Ash went for the door and banged on it furiously, "Let us out! Give back pikachu!" he hollered.

"Ash. It's no use," May finally spoke, gladdened that the room was back to normal temperature, "Mudkip is resting, and Pikachu is the only pokémon you brought here, and they probably have guards outside. We can't get out."

"Chansey is probably with the other pokémon, locked in as well," Came the nurse's quivering voice. "The black out was most likely caused by them, cutting the power to the center, without it, the pokémon we have in intensive care are in danger." She finished, raising a hand to her mouth in worry.

"Damn it, what do those crooks want!?" questioned Ash, red with anger.

"To enter the chamber, of course. But the question is, why?" Mused May, also intensely worried for her mudkip. The little guy might be a stubborn pain in the ass—the reason for which she didn't understand and had wondered about—he was still her first pokémon…

Come to think of it, Mudkip's pig-headed behavior was a bit too adamant...Didn't that 'Grey' fellow talk with the combusken during their confrontation? May could've sworn it looked like a clear dialogue, but maybe she imagined it. Then again, that didn't explain why the combusken had changed its mind…When she asked professor Birch after that incident, he shrugged, denying any knowledge about it...Yet he was watching from the tree the whole time...

Maybe…

Every one of the twenty minutes that had passed was filled with a year's worth of agony in waiting, with Ash banging on the door intermittently, before getting told to 'shut up' by one of the crooks standing guard, hearing the voice of another next to him. So not only were they locked in, they were kept as effective hostages in case Alden didn't comply.

By now they should've arrived at the Ruins, considering they had to avoid the authorities along the way during the night.

Damn it. Isn't there something we can do? There isn't even a proper vent in this room, not that we could fit, maybe Ash could. Pikachu would have definitely fit in, but this criminal organization is fairly careful—

A shout echoed in the hallway outside, causing the three hostages to stare at the door and listen.

One of the grunts yelled, "Hey! Who are—Gah!"

A solid impact resounded on one of the walls.

Another retaliated, "W-what the hell!?"

Ash mouthed to her with a fearful look in his face, 'What's going on'?

May shook her head in response.

Yelling, banging and smashing echoed in the halls as May's heartbeat quickened once more. The scent of burnt flesh creeped from under the door as dissonant shrieks rung in an area closer to them, before they stopped, and everything went deathly quiet.

Any more and her heart would leap right out of her mouth, May didn't know if she would have rather seen what happened or not, she debated which was scarier, but it didn't matter since either way she was close to shitting her—

Footsteps came close to the door, a pair of them, though one of them 'clacked' on the tiles, the other seemed human. They came to the door, whispering something, before it went quiet again.

May jolted as the door handle was shaking now with their attempt at getting in, before stopping…

Are they gone?

'Schunk!'

May shrieked in fright as a trio of razor sharp claws, burning like heated steel, punctured the door and cut right through downward like butter, before another trio of claws did the same but crossways, with the paint job burbling from the heat and the wood of the door smouldering.

The claws retracted from the doors, and with a bam, it was smashed down in pieces, with a tall figure obscured in shadow followed by a smaller bladed shadow waltzing in with a single stride—

"Hey-kids-wanna'-see-a-dead-body!?"

The trio screamed and held each other in terror, before the figure cackled and came closer, with his dangerous amber eyes curling in amusement.

"Haha! Chill out, they're not dead...At least I think." Mused the figure, looking back at his companion, "Told you they'd shit their pants, Ginger."

"Combuskeenn…" Muttered the familiar ruby-eyed fowl pokémon with a roll of her eyes and facepalming at the joke.

"Oh shut up, that was gold," He snarked back.

"W-W-Who are you!?" Exclaimed Nurse Joy, pale as a ghost in fear before—

"Grey!?" Exclaimed May, finally snapping out of her terror, recognizing the man and, much to her nervousness, the combusken. What was she doing here?

He gazed back at her, with a dark brow raised in surprise, "Ah, if it isn't my blue-eyed brunette savior, May Haruka, a pleasure to formally make your acquaintance, lassie." He bowed slightly, "being conscious this time and all."

"Eh, um, likewise?"

"Oh and you must be the protagonist?" He asked Ash before catching himself—

"The what?"

"Err, I meant Ash, you must be Ash, right? Professor Birch told me a bit about you two. Though I do believe we're missing an important yellow element here, in his stead we have the famous Nurse Joy."

"Again, who are you? Are you friend or foe?" Insisted the nurse.

"Neither."

"Neither? What does that mean—"

Grey flipped out his trainer ID that gleamed under the dim fluorescent lights, "Foe to assholes and friend to 'science', I'm Grey Wilson, 'Birch labs' assistant and trainer, pleased to meet'cha," he introduced with a grin, before pocketing the card—

"Enough of this! We need to get my pikachu and help professor Alden! He might be in danger!" Exclaimed Ash before attempting to bolt for the door, but Grey held Ash by the shoulder—

"Not so fast baby-dick, there could be more grunts out there and I assume they took your pokéballs to keep you hostage. Right?"

"That's, plot synopsis…" Said May with a low key, wary and unable to take her eyes off the wild tall man.

"Thought so. Let's go together for now, there could be another organization around."

"What? Another bunch of thugs?" Asked Ash.

"I'll explain later."

Nurse Joy started, "First we need to get the power back on for the pokémon in the ICU, and then patch up that arm of yours, you're bleeding and your combusken needs some atten—"

Grey waved it away, "We're fine, for now, you get the power back on and we'll find pikachu and sort this mess out, tend to us later free of charge."

"But—"

"Let's go, no time to waste!" exclaimed Grey with a clap as he marched out of the room, followed by the combusken.

Everyone moved simultaneously, it was like a choreographed dance that made May woozy after a full twenty minutes of nothing. As soon as they got in the hallway, the acrid scent of burnt skin, cloth and carbon assaulted her nose, and then she saw three of the red uniformed men knocked out, one slumped on the cracked wall and two on the floor with burns ranging from first to second degrees, along with bruises and light cuts, with no pokémon to be seen. She winced at the sight.

Whoa...Did they even have pokémon? Or they couldn't get them out on time?

After Nurse Joy handed the master key to Ash and Grey, the two went scouting the corridors for any other trapped pokémon including pikachu, while May and Nurse Joy went for the backup power generator, and then to check on the pokémon, as well as her mudkip.

The little blue mud-fish was safe and sound on his bed, with his vitals very healthy, along with other pokémon in similar conditions scattered about in the care unit.

Before long, Ash and Grey came back with pikachu and chansey in tow, the latter greeting her with a 'Chaan', and immediately began checking each pokémon's status, passing by their beds.

"Well, searched everywhere, there's no other prisoner and the cops are on their way to collect the trash. So who and where is this 'Alden' fella'?" Asked the raven haired man.

"They're at the ruins, we passed there so we know where it is," said Ash.

"We need to hurry then, there's no telling what the assholes are planning there."

"Right." Mentioned May, but Grey stopped her.

"I can see your mudkip's resting, do you have another pokémon?"

She hesitated, but only let out an 'um' before Grey continued, "Then you can't come, stay with mudkip, Ash, from 'what I hear' is more experienced than you or I,"—said teen flushed at that with a scratch of his nook and a modest mumble—"but difference is, Ginger here can still fight and we have a good idea on these people's tactics."

"But—"

Grey's eyes narrowed, "What can you do without a pokémon? Who's more important to you right now? Ask yourself those questions before following. I won't obligate you into anything, but I can't take responsibility for your safety, sorry," the brow-scarred man took a step away as he looked at the other teen, "Ash let's go."

"Ok. Grey's right May, you stay behind and support Nurse Joy and explain the situation to the cops."

"Ok…"

Man and teen along with their respective companions, left the pokémon center in a rush, leaving May behind.

I guess he's right, I'll just get in the way...But Holy crap he took control of that situation from A-Z, damn, sure doesn't look like he has less experience than Ash. There's no way he's a starter trainer if that combusken, of all pokémon, is following him around now…Also, the way he communicated with her just now…

Arceus I feel useless…

She watched from the automated glass door, as the two disappeared into the night.

No. Maybe I can help in some other way…

...It didn't take long for the duo with their partners to reach the ruins, but it was too late. The blades of a large red-brown chinook helicopter chopped the air as it took off into the sky, with the criminals on board.

Shit.

They increased their pace toward the ruins, which looked way too much like England's 'Stonehenge' for his liking, despite the pillars being somewhat different, its layout was near identical, complete even with the grassy hilltop where the sun would most likely shine directly at it.

Thankfully, they found the professor sitting on the ground in deep contemplation, before he switched his gaze at them.

"Professor!" exclaimed Ash, "Are you ok?"

He was surprised to see him out, "Quite, but how did you get out with the crooks guarding the area?" He asked as he got up, dusting his outfit.

"Grey here helped us out, he took down the guards like they were nothin'!"

"They were still dangerous, but me and Ginger took care of them without much hassle, oddly, none of them had pokémon on them, just basic hand held weapons."

"Right, mighty brave of you Grey, and thanks so much. I was worried sick about them."

Ash observed the chopper as it disappeared into the distance, with the thundering of their blades fading away, "Just who were those guys anyway?"

"Hey it's team Rocket!" came a youthful voice from below. It was almost ethereal yet childlike in its nature.

Grey looked downward.

It was the pikachu.

Grey's breath stopped as he realized...

Holy shit. Never been a big fan of pokémon, but never would I have imagined being able to hear the mascot himself talk...

Shaking his head from distraction, the infamous trio appeared, with the green-eyed, glittery lilac-haired man, the catty cream-furred, 'meowth'? Was it? And the weird blue punching bag pokémon that came about in the second generation if Grey wasn't mistaken, of course that's all he ever knew...Then...The woman from his vision, with her long glimmering red hair curling into a small spiral at the end and her sapphire eyes glaring at them.

Thanks to the vision, I had the idea to break the pokéball...But was it my imagination? Or did this happen at some point?

The group of comic-relief villains held four spherical crystal balls.

"Rats, seems like we've been discovered," said the woman, pulling out her pokéball.

Alden stepped forward, "Give those treasures back!"

"Go, Arbok!"

"Go, Weezing!"

"And meowth!" said the cat pokémon.

Two pokéballs snapped open to unleash the materializing energy that converted into a very large and hissing purple cobra with an almost-psychedelic face pattern on its hood, along with the strange tumorous and double-faced floating gas pokémon, its breaths wheezing like a severe, champion chain smoker's would. These three, Grey was very familiar with from the first and second gen anime in the past.

The trio were about to attack, and Grey was about to help, but he decided to not interfere, having the opportunity to see what the protagonist and his pikachu were capable of close up. They practically dealt with them on a daily basis, no?

"Pikachu! Quick attack!"

The little mouse pokémon growled as in an instant, he was surrounded by a white aura and like lightning, bolted at the trio on its own, bounding off of each opponent like a platform and smashing them away back to their trainers.

Grey gawked at the speed of the little electric runt.

What the shit! The speed on that thing was unreal!

"Thunderbolt em'!" Commanded Ash, as pikachu growled, generating sparking tendrils of electricity before it abruptly turned into a localized mini-storm of thick bolts. The hairs on Grey's nape stood from the sheer impossible amount of electro-static energy produced. How the fuck was that even physically possible!?

Jesus fucking—

The mass of lightning then arched out, all at once in a grim parody of a jagged maw toward a panicking Team Rocket, striking the ground in front of them at full force with an explosion lifting a cloud of glassy dust from the friction, sending the now screaming trio flying into the forest, as usual like the anime. The crystal balls rolled along the ground, left behind.

How does that 'not' kill them? Either they're lucky to land in the right places, or fate has something planned for those morons to not allow death to take them. And, although not as sky-high as the anime itself, he still sent them flying away a good distance…

Pikachu jumped into Ash's arms.

"Way to go pikachu!"

Grey still found himself gawking at the power of the little mouse. He glanced at Ginger who was just as shocked and speechless.

"As usual, they're nothing we can't handle," Chuffed out pikachu with playful confidence.

Grey couldn't help but allow a hint of a smile to curl his lip at the innocence of the little rodent, reflecting his trainer's. He definitely hated the idea of facing this plot-armored brat in a battle, especially against that pikachu.

In the corner of his eye, professor Alden was heading to the entrance of the ruins, he and Ginger followed, with Ash and his pikachu tagging along

The place was filled with elaborate drawings of distinct types of ancient pokémon that Grey didn't recognize at first glance. Some were winged, others in shells, a few had scythe-like claws. But all were accompanied by humans that were several times smaller than their pokémon companions.

They were marvelling at the sight, when Ginger pointed at a section in the wall, "What are those?"

Following her claw, at a particular area of the wall, Grey noticed a distinct drawing. It was that of a woman...No, a...White and greenish humanoid creature? holding a baby, of which its face and body was wrapped in cloth. Standing next to the woman, was their partner, looking eerily much more human than the woman, gazing at the bundle of cloth. The illustrations were ancient, so they were too eroded to make much out of the few details, perhaps it was discoloration or mineral disfiguration over time. It could have meant anything.

The archeologist placed the crystal balls in the corresponding sockets on the 'Y' shaped panel on the square pillar, and sunlight abruptly appeared on the horizon, surprising Grey, "What the hell?"

"Morning already?" May's unexpected voice came as she entered.

"May? What are you doi—"

There was rumbling, as the stone lining of the entire room shone brilliantly while illuminated in bright sun rays, before a stair-way was revealed with the rock pillar grinding its way backward.

The group marvelled at it before the professor entered, "Well, let's take a look," he suggested with a kiddish grin as he walked down.

Were we screwing around for 'that' long? How the hell is it morning already? Go find consistency in the physics of 'this' world...Huh, never been in an ancient ruin before, that's a first.

The group descended and found themselves in a cave path, quickly leading to a good sized underwater lake, with stalactites shimmering on the ceiling as droplets fell into the bigger body of water.

May gasped, "Wow! It smells so clean."

"So cool!" marvelled Ash.

"It's an enormous underground water supply! I wonder if it leads out to sea…" mused Alden, while Grey examined the area. It certainly was unlike anything he had seen, and like May indicated, the water seemed fresh—

A splash startled them all as a large, multi-finned fish with scars all over its faded scales, launched itself out of the water before diving back in.

"Great scott! The ancient pokémon 'Relicanth'! So it's true..."

"Relicanth?" asked Ash.

Grey was dumbfounded. Not because it was a living ancient-looking pokémon...But because its name and physical aspects very closely resembled to the 'Coelacanths', a lobe-finned fish from the deep eastern coasts of Africa from his Earth, thought to have been extinct until the late 1940s or so, Grey couldn't recall that discovery channel episode entirely, but it was interesting enough to remember most of it. Those fish were called 'the fossil fish' because there weren't many physical adaptations from their 80 million-year old fossils, suggesting they went unchanged for many years and becoming yet another species that questioned the 'Darwinian evolution' theory. Of course that was also, just theory, disregarding the many internal evolutions they must've undergone to divert themselves from their ancestors…

"Do you think there really is a portal under there, professor?" asked May, intrigued by the sight.

"Portal?" questioned Grey.

"Why yes, it's quite possible these Relicanth exist because according to legend, there may well be a portal that holds open an entrance between our world and the ancient human and pokémon past."

Well shit, that's crazy...Portals huh?

To think that the pokémon world would be susceptible to portals...Might that have been how he got here? He had to admit, it seemed a little more plausible than 'planeswalking'...Food for thought.

A fluid ran from his nostril to his lip, he wiped it on his hand only to see red before a migraine started forming.

"Grey! You're bleeding from the nose!" Exclaimed Ash.

"Yeah, thanks, I notice—Gah!"

Again, his vision went white, with a buzzing in his ear, and a calamitous, Earth-shattering voice painfully erupting into existence—

"All shall either drag thyselves along the ground or be closed in by the skies!"

Argh! Who said that!?

He squeezed his temples in pure mind-rending agony. Who was that!?

The pain in his psyche was too familiar, sending him into an uncontrollable panic.

No...No!

Was he going to die again!? Where would he end up next!? What the fuck was going on!?—

Oh God no...No! Please not back in the kitchen, anywhere but there Goddammit! This is injustice! I'd rather die!

His vision blended back to reality, in the cave, with the two teens, pokémon, and the archaeologist gaping at him in horror, but Grey was too busy to care as he struggled for breath while it returned to him in gradual parts, filling his lungs bit by bit as the salt of his sweat stung his lips.

"Hah...Hah...What?" he asked as they kept staring in silence. He stood straight again with the pain in his head subsiding, much to his immense relief.

But Ginger approached him with profound unease sketched on her expression.

"Grey."

"Yeah? What is it, Ginger?"

"What do you mean 'die again?'"

...Oh, shit.

...

That said, don't worry I won't be doing every single episode, this particular one was based on: Ep 2 of advanced generations 'a ruin with a view' with modifications to many things and chosen for a particular reason, especially for the last scene.

Just a little thing I forgot to mention:

Apparently there's a disagreement in the fandom about capitalizing a pokémon's species name, and here's my answer to that...

When writing about a Human, man or Woman, dog or Cat, do you capitalize their species common category? (see what I did there?)

In the specific case of 'this' pokemon world, I capitalized the names only in the dialogue 'when being spoken to or identified if they lack a nickname', ex:

"Raticate! Use Quick attack!"—vs—The raticate was sent flying—vs—O'Rattigan was sent flying.

Since this is the pokémon world, the common name of the pokémon will be treated as a common noun, outside of specific circumstances like with the examples above.

Hope to keep yall' on board the 'Murphy's law' express. (See what I did there?)

Have a good day/night, till next time...

Aether Apostle · Mar 26, 2022

Chapter 6:

Bane of the heart

…

"What? Didn't you guys hear that...that fucking loud voice!?"

They shook their heads.

"I only heard you mentioning 'dying again'." Insisted Ginger.

Oh crap I said that out loud?

"I...I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Wait...you can understand the combusken?" Asked Ash, with an odd mix of incredulousness and apprehension on his face.

"Grey, we only heard you, no one else," stated May, looking worried herself.

"What do you mean 'where will you end up next?'" Asked the archeologist all of a sudden, leering at him intently.

Grey held a shaking hand in placation as he reached for something in the outer pocket of his backpack, pulling out the container with blue-red pills, rattling their content in his convulsing hand, "I-I'm sorry guys...I take SSRI's, I sometimes get p-panic attacks, ya' know? I f-forgot to take one today." He lied in part, pretending to have a stutter, while he didn't actually take one after Dr. Freud gave them to him. He hated the idea of over-relying on these things, but to excuse himself for his manic outburst, now was as good a time as any.

Understanding dawned on everyone's faces, except Ginger's.

Of course 'she' wouldn't buy my bullshit.

But much to his relief, the fowl pokémon chose not to pursue the issue, for now. He quickly gulped one of the pills in a show of truth.

"Oh, sorry Grey, w-we had no idea." Said May with a sad ring in her voice.

Alden remained unconvinced for a moment, but as soon as Grey took the pill, the professor's gaze softened.

Great. Pity from other fucking people. The shit I have to resort to in order to keep a secret...

Sirens resonated from a distance as several police vehicles were approaching the site.

"Oh good! The cops are coming," said May. "I called them over here before I came."

Saved by the cops, what a twist.

"S-Someone should go let em' know everything's ok, guess that'll be me, heh," falsely stuttered Grey as he power walked the fuck out of there, ignoring any protests.

Ginger was right beside him in a flash, giving him a look, "We're not avoiding the subject."

"What subject?"

"What really happened back there?"

"Nothing happened, Ginger, drop it," he gritted out as they climbed the ancient stairs.

"I see your 'stuttering' stopped, must be some good meds you got there, why are you even taking those?" She interrogated as they entered the main area.

Oh for fuck's—

He whirled around, stopping Ginger in her tracks, "Shut up! Why do you care!? Mind your own fucking business!" he snapped with his yell echoing in the chamber, causing her to recoil; but she stood her ground.

"I care because I feel responsible!" she yelled back, now he was the one to be surprised.

"What? How…"

The hurt in her crimson eyes was evident, "Because, asshole, I have to know...Did you die, because...Of me?"

Is...Is that what she thought? Oh…

Now he just felt like absolute dog shit for reacting the way he did, "What makes you think that?"

"Well...Something happened at the tree, back at that hill in the beginning...I thought you fainted. But then you mentioned dying again, and...After what you said to me now, back in the pines when you were healing me with the potion, I...I've never…felt..." Her voice wavered as her shoulder spasmed for a moment and her breath was uneven. Her eyes became watery but she looked away with a sniff.

What's this?

He reached out, "Ginger, no, that's not—"

"OPD! Identify yourself, sir!"

Came a voice from the entry, it was a woman wearing a skirted blue police uniform, heeled shoes, and a kepi cap on top of her wavy teal-blue hair. Grey was almost more distracted by her fully exposed—and shapely—legs, than the baton she held in her hand. No wonder Ash's tanned friend from Kanto went head over heels whenever he saw the policewoman. Though bizarrely close to being scantily dressed for an officer, she was already attractive in the anime, but in person? She was fuckin' hot. And clearly this had to be a strategy to distract the male eye.

Before his mind went to 'places' he struggled to pull his vision upward "Grey Wilson's the name, babe'—I-I mean officer! Yes officer! Everything is ok," he stammered.

Fucking pills...

A little confused at his reaction, she lowered her baton, placing it in her holster right as a few male officers—more appropriately dressed—rushed into the ancient room, she turned to them, "I want a clean sweep of the area, search for any clues or civilians and make your enquiries if you find any," she ordered.

"Yes ma'am," and like that, several more entered the room while Grey could see some more outside, searching the area, accompanied by small orange furred canines he remembered to be 'growlithe'.

Jenny relaxed her shoulders, "That's a relief. Nurse Joy told me about your group before Miss Haruka called us urgently over here, mentioning your name along with others. Do you know where the criminals went?"

"Up in the air in a copter, they left before we could arrive. I know it was out of our jurisdiction, but we couldn't just leave professor Alden alone."

She seemed more confused now, "Out of your jurisdiction? But aren't you a lab trainer? That's what Nurse Joy told me."

...Huh?

"Well, yeah but, aren't the police meant to...Handle it?"

...She stifled a giggle and relaxed her posture, placing a hand on her hip, "Well sure, but if you're a lab or league sponsored trainer, then you've been doing the right thing this whole time. No need to be so modest Mr. Wilson, Nurse Joy told me all about the way you handled the situation. Frankly, I'm impressed."

"Uh. Thanks officer, I guess?"

"Jenny's fine, though I have to ask...Is that your combusken?" She pointed to a mildly growling Ginger who had her arms folded. What was up with her all of a sudden?

"Eh, yeah. She's with me."

Why does everybody assume I own her? Oh right...I forgot. I feel as though pokémon are a little more objectivized than I initially thought...Why am I not surprised.

Jenny's demeanor changed from his answer, "Where were you last night Mr. Wilson?"

Last night? But it's still the same...Oh the sun's up, that's right. How long were we screwing around in that forest? I don't think that many hours passed so quickly…The' hell…does it have to do with the ruins?

"Well, me and Ginger here were on our way through the woods of route 101, having arrived late to Oldale town. Why the sudden question?"

"Well, in case you haven't heard, there was a significant wildfire not too long ago that took our local firefighters several hours to put out. It managed to burn well over 10000 square meters of forest land, and I got witness reports of a combusken with its trainer leaving the forest at around that time, and combusken is a fire-type." She stated, crossing her arms.

Suddenly, Jenny wasn't so hot anymore.

Grey narrowed his eyes dangerously, "What are you suggesting?"

"I'm not suggesting anything. I merely want to ask if you know anything about what's been happening, did the criminals you stop at the center mention their identity?"

"Huh? I thought you stopped by the center, haven't your men interrogated them?"

Jenny looked to the side, "Thing' is, the thugs found at the center...They're dead."

Grey's heart sank, "What? But we only knocked them out—"

"I know. Forensics have yet to analyze the poison, but it's safe to say they committed suicide by cyanide pills before my men could grab them."

Grey's gaze dropped to the ruined floor, with guilt filling his proverbial gut bit by bit. Even though he didn't cause their deaths, his interference was the reason they...

"Shit..."

They're more zealous for their beliefs than I thought…

Is this really the same pokémon universe as the anime? It seems so...

"Mr. Wilson. Who were they? Your combusken is injured and looks weary, yet no pokéballs were found on the criminals. I doubt they could have done much to it,"—Jenny approached him, with Ginger grunting in annoyance, but she ignored her—"What happened in that forest, Grey?"

I can't just keep being tight-lipped about it. And these people are dangerous, now I'm likely to be a target for both. The sooner the authorities are on it the better...

The rest of the group came up the stairs, including Ash, May and Alden, along with the policemen.

Grey sighed, "I ran into a group of people calling themselves 'Team Aqua'. Ring a bell?"

Jenny shook her head but kept quiet for him to continue.

"Well, needless to say, they're an aggressive bunch. They started the fire with one of their fire-types when they attacked me,"—he lied partially, considering 'Aqua' were the first offenders—"Ginger defeated one of them with a fighting-type move. As you know, she's also part Fighting-type. We used their own wild-fire as a cover to escape, after I overheard them mentioning 'Team Magma' would be launching an assault on the pokémon center. One of the Aqua agents mentioned 'Magma' being their competition, so I'm assuming I wrecked Aqua's plans to stop 'Magma', the latter of whom I assume to be the people behind the assault at the center and ruins, and hence, here I am."

"'Team Aqua', and 'Team Magma'...Never heard of them, but clearly they're dangerous. I'll take your word for it Mr. Wilson, you did us a solid favor, after all, and at least we've got some idea of what's happening," she smiled with her demeanor returning back to a casual one. "Your actions prove your valor."

Grey only nodded.

"Holy crap. You stopped two criminal groups on your own?" breathed out May who, like ash, gaped at him with renewed incredulousness.

"I wouldn't say I stopped their group entirely, just some of their members. Ash stopped Team Rocket on his own, after all."

"Team Rocket? Who's that now?" asked Jenny with a raised brow.

Grey's stomach rumbled something fierce and everyone just stared at him.

And there's my escape, though embarrassing.

Grey flushed despite the convenience, "I'll leave that one for Ash and May."

"Huh? Eh, sure," Mumbled the shorter teen.

Grey nodded to both of the young trainers and turned to leave, "now, if you don't mind, officer, I'm about to pass out from fatigue. I need food, and a day's sleep. And right now? God help anyone who stands in the way of that."

He didn't wait for an answer and simply brushed past a bewildered Jenny, ignoring everyone in favor of his desperation to satiate himself, leaving the ruins for a warm, sunlit grassy plain to welcome him. He was glad that no one followed, having heeded his half-hearted warning. Ginger swiftly followed, in apparent deep thought.

But Grey didn't head for the town; instead, after checking for any pursuers, he went back into the woods.

Ginger looked up at him in question, having spoken for the first time since the ruins, "Where are we going?"

"There's something I have to do first, before finally dropping dead on a bed."

"And what's that?"

They arrived at a clearing in the pine woods, not too far from the town. Grey checked the area for any bystanders. No one. He put down his pack and took out five pokéballs. The first two were from Aqua and the latter three from the Magma grunts who didn't even have a chance to use them, thanks to Ginger's pre-emptive strike on them. Of course, since they all looked the same, he didn't know in which order they'd come out.

"I'm going to free these pokémon."

Ginger looked surprised for a moment, before then reconsidering, "Are you sure that's what they'll want?"

He stopped for a moment, before gazing at her in thought.

"...I suppose it would be hypocritical of me to enforce my wish on them, as much as I hate the idea of them continuing to be humanity's tools. I'll give them the option of adoption or freedom, it'll be a good chance to test a theory, actually. Either way,"—he placed them in his hoodie pouch and took one out at random—"they're free from the clutches of overzealous and suicidal idiots."

To think I have the blood of a race that practically invented suicidal bombings, running in my veins...Jesus.

"That's true." She remarked.

"I'll be releasing one at a time, be ready, they might retaliate."

Ginger nodded in confirmation.

With his pokédex on the other hand at the ready, he pressed the button and tossed the ball, which opened and dispersed its red energy, forming into the first pokémon. Already a familiar face from much earlier.

—"Poochyena, the bite pokémon. Poochyena is an omnivore, it will eat anything. A distinguishing feature is how large its fangs are compared to its body. This Pokémon tries to intimidate its foes by making the hair on its tail bristle out. Male, of adolescent age."—

I suppose it would be too much for the pokédex to know its exact age. Wait...earlier today, it said Ginger is 'mature'...Question for later. This one is obviously a Magma member...Ex-member.

"Man, what is it now, Bra—Huh? Who are you?" Asked a surprised 'Bite' pokémon, looking up at him. More like hyena or wild-dog. Seriously, what kind of canine doesn't 'bite'?

"I'm the guy that's now in possession of this pokéball, that's who."

The poochyena just blinked.

"Wait, you can understand me?"

"Yeah."

"Oh. That's...new...W-where's Brad?"

Grey sighed. This was the part he was going to hate.

"...Brad's dead."

The canine's red eyes went wide before flicking to Ginger, then back to him and lifting a paw, inching backwards in fear.

"O-oh...did...did you—"

"No. He killed himself with the 'pill'. He decided to abandon you in this world and preferred the protection of his radical belief over you as an individual. Hell, he might've even killed 'you', considering if the police have psychic-pokémon to extract information out of you, before putting you up for adoption, or putting you down for having been exposed to villainous habits."

Ginger glanced at Grey in disbelief, "Hey, isn't that a little much?"

Grey glared back at her, "No, it isn't. Think about it, there's no way an authority body like the police wouldn't have psychic-types to extract the information from his mind."

The canine took a step forward, "B-but I'm a Dark-type, I don't think they can—"

"News flash, that doesn't guarantee anything. They'll still drug you to get the truth out, and then the psychics will just translate. When it comes to authority, they always get their way. So you're lucky I snatched you away before he could kill you. Now,"—He leaned closer—"as I see it, you have two options."

"W-what's that?" asked the frightened pup.

Grey placed the pokéball on the ground by his feet, and placed a foot on it, "One, I can free you now, and you can live your life as you want; an unbounded individual, as things should be. Or two, I'll leave you at the pokémon center for them to find, and for you to eventually end up in an adoption program. At least I think that's what'll happen. But even if it does, chances are, you'll just get another stupid human to think you're an object to be owned, used, and if you're really unlucky, to be disposed of after getting bored of you."

"Grey, too dark."

Again he turned to Ginger, "Oh? Too dark? Well, in the best case, he'll be given to a kid that'll actually treat him like a family poképet. Of course if he misbehaves and disobeys, well, he'll just get time out in this cramped, fucking blood-stained pokéball,"—He turned his gaze to the poochyena—"Is that what you want? Your choice, make it now."

The poor canine looked shaken to its core, and indecisive, staring continuously at the ground.

"I...I-I don't know...Brad was annoying sometimes, but—"

"Fuck Brad! He's dead! He abandoned you, and he used you like the typical human he is! Can't. You. Fucking. See!?" Grey exclaimed, causing the canine to recoil.

"W-why are you so…Against your own kind? Why do this?"

Ginger gazed at Grey with curious eyes.

He angled his vision to the forest bed, "Sometimes...I wish I wasn't human," he refocused on the dark-type who was shocked at the answer. "Now make your choice before I make it for you."

"I see...Can you remove your foot from the ball?"

Grey understood the request and did so, backing away. The Poochyena approached the device, staring at it for a few moments in contemplation before holding it in its jaws, and the ball was squeezed, beginning to deform with cracks rushing along its surface. Some small wires poked out as the crumpling of metal was the only thing keeping the silence at bay, before it completely shattered in the poochyena's maw, with some electric buzzing as its final death throes before it was spat out in pieces…

"A wise choice. Now off with you, I have four more to deal with."

Grey observed closely as the 'bite' pokémon's eyes seemed clearer, with its mood significantly improving already.

So my theory has 'some' merit, though that might just be an emotional release and nothing more...Still, interesting.

"Thank you. I'll never forget this. Your compassion is rare, and appreciated, human or not," the poochyena turned to leave, before gazing back once more at Grey, with a softness in his eyes."I really hope you find true happiness one day."

The comment struck Grey in his core, and the canine seemed to have noticed the effect, if its tiny fanged smile was anything to go by, before trotting away and disappearing into the woods…

Grey breathed in, and exhaled hard as though the exercise would clear the aching in his heart, but he froze it over again and regained his usual composure.

Ginger shifted on her feet, "Grey."

"What?"

"You did the right thing."

He gazed at the forest ground again, finding the combination of dry brown pine needles and fresh green ones blended together, suddenly fascinating.

"...I wonder about that."

"Why?"

"Maybe existing in an illusion, blissful in ignorance, might've been the best way to live."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"If happiness can only be defined as positive emotions, which are produced by a chemically balanced mix of dopamine, oxytocin, endorphins and serotonin, then 'happiness' is nothing more than a bunch of chemical infused signals our body generates whenever it fulfills a particular desire, short or long term...And our non-carnal desires are heavily influenced by our environment during childhood, and based on our educational indoctrination by our elders…"

"Uh…"

He examined the lines and grooves of his hand, "So is 'happiness' just an invention of the body? A biologically self imposed 'carrot-stick approach' designed to keep it's genealogical properties living on? Is it just...Another lie? A pointless and fruitless endeavor that stems from the curse that some god laid on all creation? Or is it simply all a cosmic joke?"

"Grey?"

He turned to her, "Yeah?"

Ginger gave a deadpanned gaze, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

He stared back at his hand, closing it into a fist, "...Nothing. I'm just hungry. Let's get this over with."

He repeated the same process for the other two ex-Magma members. It was another poochyena who was more eager to be free than the last. Though the fire-dark type houndour that came after it, was in aggressive denial and took a bit longer to convince before it gave up, and too, left for freedom; having lost its trust of human beings...and in Grey's eyes, rightfully so.

"Well, somehow we got the 'Magma' members first before the Aquas', and we know who's in the Aqua balls. I'm getting rather antsy from hunger, so, think' you can handle both at the same time in case they retaliate?" He asked Ginger.

"Yeah, if I can run literal circles around them, they can't be too tough," confirmed Ginger, puffing her chest in pride.

"Alright." He pressed the button on both and the two energy condensed beings morphed into their true forms.

The sneasel and the salandit. Which reminded him, he needed to ring Birch about the update.

The two looked around in confusion before recognizing him.

The sneasel started and immediately extended its steely claws with a shing, "What the hell? What are 'you' doing with 'my' pokéball!? Where's Cloey!?" She demanded with a dangerous glower and a feminine, yet strident, taut voice, obviously being female now that Grey heard her speak for the first time.

Ginger took a quick step to Grey's front, but with a tap on her shoulder, he shook his head. She gave him a questioning glance but he gave her a stern stare. Aggression against an aggressive person would only escalate the situation. Ginger stepped back, but within two steps worth of distance.

"I asked you a question!" Hollered out the sneasel, sharpening her claws. Grey glanced at Ginger.

Well 'this' seems familiar—

"Oh shut up, Neva, stop acting like 'Cloey' was worth it," said an effeminate, smoky and alluring voice; at least compared to the sneasel's. It was the salandit, obviously female as well. Huh, what were the odds?

The claw pokémon turned to glare at her colleague, "Excuse me?"

"You heard me, Cloey barely even gave you the attention of day, she only joined Aqua for the money."

Suddenly it seemed Grey's existence was forgotten and the sneasel called 'Neva' turned threateningly to the smirking salandit, who now stood on her hind legs crossing her arms in a show of confidence.

A facultative bipedal. I suppose it makes sense, since she's a lizard...or salamander based on the name? Nah, looks more like a lizard. Meh.

"That's not true. You, Joanna, just don't give a shit about Aqua's goal, course' that's not surprising, considering you're a filthy ex-Magma member. Pfft, the only reason they stole and picked your ugly ass up is because you're lucky to be a rarity around Hoenn."

Ex-Magma too? Quite the résumé...

The salandit, now known as 'Joanna', rolled her amethyst eyes, "Whatever. Dylan was a weak piece of shit anyway, just like 'Cloeeey'," she teased in a morose tone, mimicking the sneasel's.

Neva stalked forward, "Why you—"

Grey had enough, "Hey!"

The two jolted at his shout and looked at him.

"As much as a cat-fight amuses me, I've got no time for this. Fact of the matter is, neither of your trainers knew what they were doing. They pegged you two into a meat grinder of a fight against a combusken. They didn't care if you got hurt, and apparently neither did Lisa or Nate for that matter."

"Tch. I can take your little bitch on by myself!" Hollered out Neva, brandishing her claws.

Ginger extended her own claws, with a sound like that of the simultaneous drawing of multiple swords, "Wanna' test that?" She challenged with a grin.

Grey stepped in with an idea, "I wouldn't try it. It's pointless, we defeated Nate."

Both ex-Aqua members reeled in disbelief, and like that, sneasel's claws sank with shock lacing her teal face.

"W-wha? Bullshit!"

He grinned.

Bingo, they know who the shiftry is.

"Oh? How do you think we're here? It's impossible to escape a shiftry in a forest pull of pines. And we set fire to the cabin, so Lisa was busy with her sealeo putting it out. How do you think we got away with it? Hmm?"

"N-no, you're lying! There's no way you could've beaten 'Sharif'!" She exclaimed in disbelief, but her face suggested otherwise.

Grey barked out a laugh, "Pfft! Wha!? That thing's name was 'Sharif'!? Oh that's fucking rich, to think he had an Arab name this whole time! Haha!"

They all gazed at him in confusion.

"What? As if that's not a Lebo's name."

"Grey, what the hell is an 'Arab'? Or a 'Lebo' for that matter?"

He froze.

Oh God I have 'got' to stop making that mistake...Guess I'm just too exhausted. No biggie, easy fix. Though the coincidence is just...

"Eh, sorry, just some terms we use where I'm from. Nevermind."

"Huh?"

"Anyway, we're getting way out of topic here. Fact' of the matter is,"—He narrowed his gaze—"they abandoned you, and left you behind. They're not going to bother finding you. To them, you two are just a bunch of handouts that are easily replaced. Yes, even you miss 'Joanna'."

"No! You're lying!" Insisted the claw pokémon.

"Actually, he's got a point. There's no way they would have escaped without fighting at least one of the sergeants, also they don't have the time for 'us'." answered the lizard pokémon.

"Shut. Up. Joanna!"

They started bickering amongst themselves again, one loud and aggressive, the other snide and dismissive. Grey just gave a look to Ginger who was amused at the scene.

"Can I just free them? The way they are, they're gonna' get put down."

"Yeah, no one's gonna' adopt these two."

"Freedom it is!"

"Huh?" let out the two ex-Aqua's before Grey and Ginger crushed a pokéball each, under a foot. The salandit and sneasel watched as their previous 'cages' were smashed into pieces.

"Hey!"

"Oh my…"

"There, you're both free. I was going to give you a choice between adoption and freedom, but I think you'll do a lot better in the latter case."

Neva looked outraged, while Joanna gazed at him intently with a hand over her dark snout.

The sneasel strutted toward them, "What the hell did you do that for!? I'll kill you!"

Ginger stepped in, "No you won't," she said with a small gout of flame escaping her beak, causing the ice-dark type to falter in her step.

Grey took the opportunity to observe the female sneasel more closely and in daylight. He could see her ribs poke out slightly from every flustered breath she gave, and her eyes seemed fatigued, despite not having battled. Speaking of which, now that he remembered, unlike the pokédex image, her long eyelashes were actually white, instead of black. A variation? The salandit didn't fare too much better in terms of nutrition, if only significantly.

"Neva? Was it?" He asked.

"Yeah, what's it to you, asshole!?"

"When was the last time Cloey fed you?"

She stopped dead in her tracks, "What?"

"You heard me."

"That...That's none of your busi—"

The salandit audibly hummed in thought with a black pointy finger to her chin, "Probably around half a day ago, considering it's morning and we were dispatched more than eight hours ago, and the fact that Cloey rarely even lets her out—"

"Shut the fuck up! Joanna!" Screamed the sneasel, now one-sidedly arguing with the salandit who didn't seem to care.

I see.

Grey went over to his pack that still lay on the pine needles, and took out a bundle of brown paper from a separate zipped compartment, before opening it and returning to the arguing duo, placing it on the ground before them.

They stopped upon noticing his movement and stared at him with their argument dying out.

In the middle between the two parties, was an unwrapped bundle of pellets, sprinkled with colored cubes.

It was Pokémon food, dotted with these things called 'pokéblocks', whatever the hell they were, something about blended berries of sorts.

Grey rose back to his full height, "Eat up and be on your way before people come by. I have some unfinished business and I'm starving myself, so I'm not gonna' wait around for you to finish or settle your differences. You're free and better off that way, and that's your situation now. You can either take advantage of that, or be captured by another human if you miss being abused so much. It's your life. I only ask that you share the food equally and stop fussing."

They both just stared at him with wide eyes that went to the food and back to him repeatedly as though contemplating whether he was a mirage or not.

Picking up and slinging his travel back-pack back on, he walked away, with Ginger following him. The crunching of paper soon echoed from behind, fading with distance. No shouting. Good, at least they took the food.

"Guess it's to the pokémon center then." Stated Ginger.

They walked for several minutes in silence. Just before the edge of the pine forest, with the town's buildings peeking through the trees, Grey stopped, "Yeah. But,"—He turned to gaze at her—"I still have one pokémon left to deal with."

Ginger stopped as well, and seemed confused, cocking her head to the side, "Oh? I thought you only swiped five pokéballs."

"That's right. I did." He answered as he just stood there, staring at her with hands in pockets. Nothing was said, before Ginger blinked and widened her ruby eyes with her proud head-crest feathers lowering by a few degrees. Huh. He hadn't noticed she could do that.

"Grey? What do you mean—"

"Your I.O.U is settled. You've escorted me safely to Oldale town. You don't owe me anything more, and your pokéball is already non-existent."

Her head crest lowered even more, "W-what? But...I…"

"You're free to come with me to the pokémon center to receive food and healing, obviously. But your I.O.U is done, and quite coincidentally, mine with May is also repaid. In fact, you paid me twice over by escorting me here and helping me out with my own 'IOU' to May. So, that's that," he said with a heavy heart.

"But...But you said you would think about letting me battle for you!"

"I did, and you already have battled for me, as a favor that you supposedly owed. That's what you decided to do, remember?"

"Wha...I...But that's not what I meant! I-I meant over a long period of time!"

"That wasn't part of the agreement. And that far outweighs any amount of debt you think you might owe."

"I almost killed you!"

"And now you've saved me. Your job is done, Ginger...I'm done. Trust me, you don't want me as a trainer, or as anything really. Anyone else is probably a better option."

"What? What'd you mean!?"

He took a deep breath…

Oh boy…

"Grey?" Her voice shuddered.

Fuck it.

"I manipulated you into coming with me…" He confessed.

"...What?"

"Your little self-imposed 'IOU' was something I counted on. I guilt tripped you into coming with me from the start. Every word I said, every movement and every one of my gestures has been carefully designed to make you think you have an obligation to come with me. Am I making sense?"

"...No, I...I don't understand."

"You're smart, Ginger, I think you do."

She gazed away in thought, considering something, before staring at him in disbelief.

"...You mean...You controlled my thoughts?"

"Not exactly, more like I used verbal cues and gestures to 'direct' your thoughts. The moment Professor Birch told me you waited outside the whole time for me? I knew I had you in my grasp. I just needed to make sure you felt enough 'guilt' to think you owe me enough to follow. But I've changed my mind, and...I think you've done more than enough for me to make up for what you did earlier today, err...Yesterday, I guess. Make' sense now?"

She gasped and looked as though she had just been slapped across the face.

There's the look.

"...Why?" She let out with an exhale, her breath shaking now.

He shook his head, "...That's something I can't tell you, Ginger. It's very personal. But hey, at least you're lucky I had a change of heart and even confessed. Right? You don't want to follow around a piece of shit like me. So, after the pokémon center…Let's just part way—"

"Why did you change your mind?" She narrowed her flaming eyes in suspicion.

"...What?"

"You heard me. Why change your mind, when you, as you like to say 'had me in the palm of your hands'?"

He averted her gaze "...I...Can't tell you that either."

"So what can you tell me!?" She yelled now, with the air wavering around her as heat radiated out of her body, "What can you fucking tell me!? Why are you abandoning me!?"

"Ginger—"

"Is it because I'm weak!? Is it because I didn't do good enough against 'Sharif'!?"

"No, it's—"

"Is it because you caught me off guard!? Is that it!? Or maybe you think I'm a psycho and I might 'stab you' in your sleep!? Even after protecting your sorry ass all night!? Is that it!?"

"Ok stop—"

"Am I not good enough for you—"

"I don't want to see you hurt! There! I said it!"

She blinked as the air returned to its normal temperature.

"You don't...Want to see me get hurt?"

He slapped his forehead and dragged a hand across his hair, yanking it in a struggle to get his words out, "Goddammit I...After seeing what happened to the Shiftry...And how he screamed...Oh God, his screeching was just...Fuck. Seeing him like that after 'my' command and watching him burn...I know you're a fire-type but...For a moment I...I…"

"You...Thought that might happen to me?" She guessed.

"Yes. Maybe not fire, but something else...I can't do that to you on account of my manipulating you. The very thought of that happening to you because of my manipulation just made me sick to the core...and it made me realize very quickly that I'm not cut out for this, Ginger."

"...Is that why you didn't want me to fight the other two? Because you didn't want to see them get hurt?"

"Yes."

"Why didn't you join Aqua then? They seemed like they wanted to help pokémon, even though those grunts didn't exactly take care of their own."

"Because as much as they want to praise themselves for helping pokémon, they're no better than team Magma. If they somehow flood the Earth, as crazy as it sounds, then many humans will die, yes...But so will pokémon. And like Magma, they're willing to execute their fanatic vision at the expense of their own pokémon. If anything they're even more hypocritical than Magma, because they rely on man-made tech like pokéballs to enact their intention. The sneasel and salandit are perfect examples."

"And you think you won't be any better than them for using me to get what 'you' need. Is that it?"

He gave a weak smirk, "I told you you're smart."

"...So you don't want to be a trainer, at all, then."

Grey shook his head again, "No. I don't. I can't do it. I thought I could. But…"

'You're weak. Just like your fucking Arab' Father.'

In the end...He was right.

He chortled, "I guess in the end, I'm as much of a 'piece of shit human' as you thought."

"You think I'm so weak as to allow something like what happened to that shiftry, happen to me too. Right?" She moped.

Again with that—

"No, Ginger. Far from it, you're so powerful and full of potential, that it's fucking scary."

"Then what is it?"

"...I'm the weak one."

She recoiled from that, "What?"

"I can't stand getting you hurt for any mistakes I might make. I'm not strong enough to take that responsibility. And if you like battling so much, then you certainly don't want a weak trainer. Hell, maybe you're better off with Ash, he seems really experienced, and that pikachu of his proves it."

She only gazed at him in silence, with a frown and her brows furrowed in irritation. Ginger said nothing more, so Grey continued, "Let's get you patched up at the pokémon center, have dinner and rest for a while. You can think about joining Ash or May, or whatever you want. But for the sake of accessing the pokémon center, I'm your 'trainer' for the day. But when we leave, that'll be history. I've made my decision." He declared, albeit with a shaky undertone.

Ginger made no reply, so Grey began walking to the pokémon center, wondering if she'd follow. He didn't dare look back, but her footsteps resounded on the forest bed from behind; at least she'd be healed up, fed and ready for the better part of the day.

He really did hope she'd make the right choice.

They strode through the urban town, with its inhabitants going about their early morning routines. Some opening the shutters of their stores along with their poké partners, like a machop? Was it? Others pulling carts of their produce, or rather their pokémon, some with 'tauros' and another with a cow-looking pokémon he didn't remember the name of; and the rest went about alone, looking like they were heading for work. For the whole way along the sidewalk, they received some hostile stares, no doubt the rumor of 'a combusken committing arson with their trainer' was spreading like wildfire...Poor simile, but word did fly fast.

After an awkward walk in silence and hundreds of eyes staring daggers at their backs, they arrived at the pokémon center. Nurse Joy and her bubbly pink chansey, were a ray of sunshine, and though he meant it as a joke earlier, the magenta haired damsel absolutely refused any payment for any of the services for their stay, as gratitude for his help.

And Grey wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth, or whatever passed as a horse in this world. There was one from the first gen, but again, he couldn't recall, and it wouldn't have suited the saying anyway.

May and Ash, along with pikachu, were apparently asleep in their room, wisely getting some hours of shut eye after all the drama.

He and Ginger received treatment and check ups, being cleared on the condition they had a few hours rest; and after an uncomfortably quiet dinner, they made for their allocated rooms within the large pokémon center.

They passed a wide window that showcased a simple, yet well kept grassy pokémon battle arena at the back of the facility. Apart from training, its purpose was obvious. Ginger stopped by the window and gazed at the arena in evident thought. Grey rose a brow at her irrational behavior.

What's the big deal? It's not like I'm the only guy in the world she can consider a trainer, Christ. I don't get it. Ash would be a better fit. He has bullshit, protagonist plot-armor after all, right?

His heart stung as Ginger gave a quick glance at him before looking down, with her lowered head crest betraying her emotions.

Maybe after a rest, she'll consider it...

He continued through the hallway with her following once more and entered the corresponding room, which had two double bunkered beds next to each other at the other end, with a window in between having a view of the outer perimeter of the pokémon center's left wing. A wooden nightstand was below the window, and to the side of the door was a TV mounted on the wall, with the bathroom door next to it. It was cozy.

He breathed out in elation, with the scent of lavender air-freshener being a welcome change from the pine woods. He tossed his backpack onto the smooth, carpeted ground with a muffled thud and opened his arms, "Here lays Grey, dead from exhaustion," he announced as he was about to flop himself on the right bed—

"Grey, wait."

Oh bugger. He twirled around, with his body loosening up and bones screaming in anticipation for rest.

"Make it quick, Ginger," he groaned. "It's already morning and I need at least a couple of hours, you're already—Huagh—losin' me tah' sleep."

She gazed at him with her pleading rubies, "Will you...At least think about re-considering—"

"My decision has been made. 'You' need to consider your future. I recommend Ash, followed by May, and if not them, anyone else is more suited than me. Either that or freedom."

"But—"

"Get some rest, Ginger." He dismissed as he flopped onto the bed, and let darkness take him…

Intense sun rays struck his eyes. He unleashed a croaky yawn as he rolled off the bed, and with a whomp, hit his face on the floor with barely an ounce of pain due to his morning grogginess and the soft carpet.

"Nnn, freakin," he mumbled as he got off the floor. His vision passed over the bed next to him, still blurry but recognizing the pokécenter's lodging bed.

Yeah. Still in the pokémon world. Figures...

He rubbed his eyes to get a clearer view, "Ginger, you awake? Not sure what time it is but we should really get breakf–" he stopped as his vision cleared.

The bed covers were messy, but with no one there.

She was gone.

"Oh."

Early bird gets the worm, I guess. Or...Fire-fowl, anyway...Good. Right?

He went through his morning routine; shower, teeth and facial stubble; all with unfamiliar brands of soap, shampoo, toothpaste, razors and shaving cream...And all disturbingly superior to anything he had ever used back on other-Earth.

The mirror reflected the waves of his raven hair being less shaggy, and without a speck of dandruff, which was something he really struggled with for years. His teeth were sparkling white as though he had never smoked or drunk in his life, and his face not only without any indication of there having been stubble, but also without a single bleeding shave-nick, despite his numerous micro-scars or bumps. Though it was unlikely it would stop facial hair from growing. Now that would be miraculous.

Yet oddly, none of it mattered...even though it should have…

Because she didn't even say 'goodbye'...

He stared at his own image, glancing at the scar on his right brow...

"Pfft. What does it matter? It's not like we knew each other past a day anyway…"

He shrugged it off, freezing his stupid egregious emotions under another layer of 'I don't give a fuck', packing everything into his backpack and leaving for the cafeteria.

There was no sign of Ginger throughout the hallway, not even on the training field through the window. Passing the lobby, a voice called out to him, "Good morning Mr. Wilson, or Midday I should say."

He turned to see the same Nurse Joy, smiling away at him with her magenta hair loops bobbing from her light bow in greeting, "I know it's been only a few hours, but have you rested well?"

"Morning Ma'am. The bed was very comfortable and I think I'm alright to go. Never been much of a sleeper anyway, not since...Anyway, thanks for asking."

"Of course. I saw your combusken pass by earlier, though she left the lobby without so much as having breakfast. Is she alright?"

Grey's chest became heavy and his pack weighed bricks all of a sudden. He didn't understand, but he was convinced he didn't really care.

So in the end you chose freedom as well, like everyone else…Good choice. Seems like pokémon really are smarter than humans...Heh. Best wishes.

"She's just taking a stroll. She likes that," he said with a false smile.

"I see. The Breakfast menu should still be available, your friends Ash and May are currently having theirs. Perhaps you should join them."

"Right. Thanks again, you sure I shouldn't pa—"

"I insist, it's the least we can do. Please."

"Thanks again Joy."

She shook her head, "No, thank 'you' for your bravery as a trainer and your pokemon's valor as a fighter. Together you fought bravely. You two deserve the best." She finished with a bright smile and a shine of her sky colored eyes.

Now 'that' was just unfair.

He only nodded while gritting his teeth, wishing he just died right then and there, before turning for the cafeteria.

He selected his main dish of hashbrowns, with eggs and asparagus on the side, with extra-hot coffee as his beverage and biscuits for the sugar levels. Carrying his tray, he found the two teens at their table, chatting away, with Ash wolfing down his meal like his pikachu, while May and her, now healthy, mudkip gawked at the two with disgust.

For a moment he considered dodging them, but as soon as he did, May saw him and waved at him a little too enthusiastically.

Ah crap…

He sighed, resigning to his fate and walked over, masquerading his sourness masterfully with a grin.

"G'day kids, sorry about disappearing yesterday, had a whole bunch of unfinished business to get through. I trust all went well with the cops?"

"Hey Grey, yeah—mmph—Wash awl gewd—mmph."

May glared at him "Ash! Don't talk with your mouth full! That's rude!"

"Mmph, sowy'." He apologized as he shoved a sausage in his gullet.

She rolled her sapphire eyes, before gazing at Grey who sat at the table and himself began eating, "Yeah, it was just a few questions regarding that annoying trio, but Ash knows them better, so...Yeah, hehe."

"Right, well, cops can be a handful, but glad to hear they didn't pester you too much. Where's Professor Alden?"

May put a hand under her chin, "He's at the ruins, said he forgot something there and he'd be back to see us off, but that was a while ago, I guess he's, 'glued to the walls', get it?" She asked, proud and amused at her own terrible joke.

Ash just deadpanned from his plate while Grey only forced a little chuckle to be polite.

She giggled, then looked around for a moment, "where's your combusken? Has she eaten?"

Better stick with the story, but then they might not see her return...Fuck I hate tip toeing.

"She had breakfast earlier, now she's in...My pokéball."

Can't exactly tell people she's 'wild', that would paint a target on her back...And...I can't do that to her.

Though May seemed quite glad to hear that, with her shoulders relaxing. Guess he couldn't blame her after the first incident. Oddly convenient.

"Ah, I see."

"Glad to see your mudkip's back to health."

The little quadruped lifted his face from the plate of poképellets and observed him, before it muttered out in a youthful voice, "Mud—ch appreciated," before returning to its meal.

He smiled at him. The little guy was, admittedly, kind of cute.

"What'd he say?" Asked May casually with an amused leer.

"He said 'much—eh'! I-I mean, I guess he said 'thanks'? Hehe, I mean why ask? You know him better right?" he said, correcting the last part quickly but unmasterfully. However, May seemed convinced, or at least 'acted' like it.

Ash gazed up from his near-finished meal.

Oh shit they figured it out.

She smiled in amusement, "Oh I just thought human and pokémon boys might understand each other better. Just a tiny experiment I'm undertaking. Ash and pikachu seem to understand each other, though in their own way. Right Ash?"

"Mhm. Yeah."

Grey only nodded as he returned to his meal, but aware they knew. They had to, they may be teens, but they're allegedly smart in their own right. Or at least enough to have been selected as lab trainers.

After some idle chit-chat, and done with their meal, the trio were about to leave the lobby, but the archeologist, Alden, came jogging toward them through the auto-sliding doors.

"Hey guys! Leaving already? Sorry for almost being late. Ah if it isn't one of the heroes of the day, how'd the morning treat you, Grey?"

"Great, thanks, I see you can't get enough of those ruins."

"That's right, you know 'me', heh, hey guess what! After a bit more research of the stone chamber's hieroglyphs and paintings, every indication has pointed, so far, that ancient pokémon and man have been interacting peaceably!"

"Wow! That's great!" Exclaimed Ash.

"You've learned so much and so quickly!" May added.

The professor gave another one of his goofy smiles, "I can hardly stop working, even to sleep! There are so many undiscovered secrets in the world with regards to pokémon."

Speaking of walls...

Grey took this chance to ask him about a part of the mural "Professor, by chance, do you have any idea what the ancient mural of the humanoid with the baby and the man meant?"

They all looked at him as though he grew a second head, "Oh? Which mural was that? I didn't see it."

"Me neither."

"Not me."

...What?

"It...It was the one to the left wall, in the corner. How did you guys not see it?"

Alden frowned in concentration, peering at him with that 'inquisitive eye' every researcher seemed to have, "I've looked extensively over those ruin walls, Grey, I haven't seen anything like what you mentioned."

What the fuck!? First the voice, and now the mural? But wait...Ginger saw it too, didn't she? Or...Maybe she saw whatever Alden and everyone else saw over it, I never had to describe it to her because she was looking right at it…

What the hell was going on here? Grey made note of the oddity, and brushed it off for now, "Umm, sorry, I've never been that good with art and stuff, guess I might've just looked at it the wrong way, heh."

For a moment, Alden seemed unconvinced, but then smiled, "Ah that's alright, sometimes the pigmentation and the mineral deformation can throw one for a loop, it's perfectly normal, I once mistook pokémon manure for a fossil, so I can't judge."

...Is...Is he being a smart ass or being serious? I genuinely cannot tell and that's concerning.

But the innocent smile on the professor's face suggested the latter. It had better be.

"So what's next for 'you' three?"

Ash fist pumped the air, "Off to petalburg city to get my first gym badge of the Hoenn region!"

Gym Badge? Oh that's right. You need eight to participate in the league championships.

May's face contorted to a nervous facsimile of a smile at Ash's comment, "Yeah, well...Good luck with that,—"

"Uh…" Ash rose rose a brow at her comment, and Grey found it odd too—

"—For me?" her eyes sank to the floor, "I'm...I'm not sure. I just started my journey, unlike Ash."

Alden smiled, "That's alright, at first I wanted to be a trainer, but I had no idea I was going to end up an archeologist, so there's a start to everything. How about you, Grey?"

He shoved his hands in his pockets "...I have no idea."

The three seemed surprised at his answer, but May of all was gawking in disbelief, "What? I thought you seemed so…so…"

"Sure of myself? Well, May, the thing is, I'm not sure I want to be a trainer, but at the same time, I don't see many other options, considering I'm a lab assistant and trainer. But for now, the pokémon league doesn't interest me, and neither does this 'coordinator' contest thing. So I'm in a rut, heh." He shrugged.

Alden for a moment considered his words before snapping a finger, "Hey! I know, why don't you head for Rustboro, and join a 'pokémon guild'?"

What the hell is that? I've never heard of that. Not even from my annoying colleagues who play this thing competitively. Strange.

"Pokémon Guild?"

Ash seemed just as confused, though May didn't.

Alden continued, "Yeah, that's right. I'm no expert and they'll give you a far better insight on what it involves, but overall? A pokémon guild is a coalition of people that share common pursuits, and interests. And in the lower guilds cases, oversee the craft practices and trade of their specific area specialty. But the top three ruling and governing pokémon guilds are above these and have some form of authority over the others, legislated by and affiliated with the Hoenn government and PA together, due to being the representatives of their own set of affinities and trade power."

"Why would people join one of these?" Asked Grey.

"Well, the answer ranges anywhere from hobbying, to passion, and money."

Money?

"Don't they all earn some kind of income, being craftsman of their own trade, disregard being in a guild or not?"

"In business terms, yes, but the thing they all have in common, as well benefiting themselves, they make great contributions to society, together as a whole, like undertaking their own guild missions, which can be self-beneficial to the guild, or requested by 'clients'. These are often referred to as 'quests'. In either case, the members that undertake these assignments get paid."

Oh? Interesting...

Alden continued, "Of course, the three leader guilds make the most money as they are the regulatory body of the system who make sure this stays consistent and fair, as well as keeping the 'guild' system intact. Some people earn a lot of money in these major guilds when they increase the prestige of said guild by making accomplishments, completing assignments, and participating in competitive pokémon activities, like 'contests' or the 'pokémon league' as well as other competitions."

I've been wondering about the political standing of a non-World war Earth...So this particular world's political stance, or at least Hoenn's, is beginning to sound like a derivation of 'Guild Socialism'...I never thought I'd see the day, though it makes sense, in a way...

Well, there's something I can do. Perhaps in one of the big three—

"Catch is though, Grey, if you want to join one of the three leader guilds, you have to be registered for the pokémon league, though you don't have to run the entire circuit and participate in the 'Ever Grande Conference'. It's only for the sake of licensing and being recognized by the PA as a trainer, since all members of the three leader guilds are trainers—"

"Well, that's not too ba—"

"And have at least one gym badge earned."

Oh.

"Which usually, though not always, means the very same Rustboro one, as the central guild registration post resides there. Of course if you don't want to be part of the leader guilds, you can always hone a craft and be part of one of the lower guilds."

But...But I don't have a particular craft! Hell, I don't have any other, actually useful, life skills from my previous reality, I don't even know what people do 'here'! And who knows what's expected of a 24 year old in this society! This 'craft' thing sounds like something borrowed from 'Runescape', with all the basic artisan, support skills and stuff.

But, all I'm remotely familiar with, in terms of gaming and competitiveness, are...Battles and fights…Combat...Shit.

Well, there goes my idea...

"Don't worry, Grey, with your skill? And being in both, Oldale's officer Jenny's and Nurse Joy's good books? Not to mention mine? You're already on your way to paving some favorable rep. I have no doubt you can make it to one of the big three." Cheered Alden with his starlit smile.

"Uh, thanks. Are you by chance part of a guild, professor?"

The similar aged man smiled, "Yep, of course I'm part of the lower, humble but well known guild, 'United society of pokémon archaeology', that's how I know about the concept, and I'll throw out a good word about you the next time we have a meeting at HQ. But my knowledge of the inner workings of the leading three guilds is limited, but at Rustboro, you'll find out all there is about them."

"I see. Thanks for the info professor, I'll have to pass by Rustboro and check it out."

"Aww, that's too bad, and here I was gonna' ask you to join us on our adventure," pouted Ash. Oddly flattering, coming from the protagonist.

Grey pulled a smile, "That's nice of you Ash, but I have a feeling we'll cross paths again."

If anime logic runs this universe, that is…Not to mention it'll look 'odd' for a grown man to be walking around with two teens...

May seemed even more disappointed, but remained silent.

They left the pokécenter, waving their goodbyes to the nurse and archeologist. After buying food provisions for themselves, with Grey explaining to Ash that he already had Ginger's bought as an excuse for not buying any pokémon food, they headed to the town outskirts. The temporary trio came upon a broadleaf forest, with two different paths labelled, 'Route 102-to-Petalburg City' which pointed to a more defined dirt path leading toward some clear hilly plains, while the other, 'Route 103-to-Rustboro City', pointed to a grassy track, with more shrubbery and wild growth creeping onto the pathway that streaked into the forest itself.

Of course my path leads to yet another fucking forest...again. At least it's 'broadleaves' and not 'pines' this time.

Grey sighed, turning to the two teens and began, "Well guys, and gal, I'll be seei—"

"U-um, Grey? Can I have...A word?" Asked May as she fidgeted with her gloved hands.

Hmm?

"Sure? I guess?"

"Ash, could you wait for a second? I promise I won't be long."

The younger teen gave her a confused twitch of his head, before nodding, "Ok, we'll wait here, right buddy?" He asked his pikachu.

"Yeah! Of course!" The electric-type squeaked. God, pikachu's actual voice was so surreal, it broke everything Grey had experienced from the first season of the show in his childhood.

"Great! I-If you don't mind Grey." She smiled falsely, indicated by the lack of eye creasing a genuine smile would make.

Oh. I see what this is about. Ah crap. But if she wants to speak about it in private, then Ash won't be in on it. In his excitement for his next destination, best case scenario, he forgot.

"Right. Sure."

They walked for a few minutes into the forest, with Grey being aware that it was a bit sus' for their age difference...How old was May anyway? Meh, it didn't matter.

"Here's good enough." She decided, pulling out her pokéball, and releasing Mudkip with a pop and red flash onto the forest ground.

I fucking knew it.

The orange and blue mudfish pokémon observed them both for a moment, without saying anything. May turned to Grey and predictably started with—

"I know you can talk to pokémon—"

"And you want me to act as an intermediary between you and your mudkip, right?" he cheesed out with a deadpan gaze, causing the teen brunette to freeze in surprise, with mudkip widening its beady black eyes at him.

"C-can you read minds too?" she asked in caution.

"Maybe." He lied in amusement of her reaction, as she forced a nervous laugh.

"Funny. Erm...I-I don't want to bombard you with questions like 'how the hell', so I'll get to the point."

Oh thank fuck.

She nodded in consideration of his gladness, "You see, mudkip has been really difficult since the beginning, and well," She gazed at the mudfish who only returned an annoyed glare, realizing what she was up to, "I need help understanding why."

Grey took the opportunity to test something with a resounding "No," that again caused May to reel in surprise.

"W-what?"

In Grey's peripheral, Mudkip cocked his head to the side in curiosity.

He shook his head, "I refuse. How do you think Ash and pikachu have achieved incredible synergy? I only saw them battle yesterday with Team Rocket, yet I can tell they're very close and well coordinated. Do you think they achieved that with a 'get out of jail free' card?"

May considered his words, "I guess not, but…I'm not as gifted as he is."

"What makes you say that?"

"He's fourteen, and according to his records, has already attended three different pokémon league conferences, two being main Pokémon Association events in Kanto and Johto, while actually winning the 'Orange archipelago challenge league'. The main leagues are held once every year; so, he must've started when he was twelve or maybe even eleven years old! Considering he went through the Orange archipelago. If his mom let him go at such a young age, then he must be gifted! While I'm 17 and just starting out..." She said with a frown.

17 huh? Quite studious of other people's track records...Obviously she must've looked into me and found nothing. Unless the professor decided to go ham on my profile...I'll look into it later.

"I see. But you're forgetting something, May."

"And what's that?" she pouted.

He grinned, "I'm twenty four, and starting out right with you. What does that say about me?"

She flushed profusely, her face almost matching the tone of her bandanna, while she held her hands out in placation, "Oh no! S-Sorry! I-I-I didn't mean it like t-that—"

He held a hand up to stop her, "I get it, don't worry, and that's not really the point. What I'm trying to say is, everyone has their time. We're not all the same, May. Some people are gifted and take full advantage of that, whether they're aware of it or not. Others aren't, and they work much harder to get where they're at, without the aid of such a gift. Then there are those who...Aren't strong enough to endure those hardships, and quit somewhere between the start and the middle. Which one are you, May?"

"I...Don't know."

"Neither do I. But since you've taken the first step, you're already better than those who haven't. Now you just need to keep going without giving a fuck about where anyone else is. Worry about yourself. Simple."

She flinched at his cussing, but didn't comment on it. Instead, "But I can also argue that not taking the chance to fix something that's important to me is just as counter-productive."

A vision flashed by Grey's eyes. A man with navy eyes, bolstered a steely, yet rusted conviction in his worn and irate visage, as the girl he was teaching failed to even hold a pokéball properly, or to command the newly caught sloth-like pokémon. The girl of brown hair, maybe six or five years old, aggravated him even more with her failure, before the man shook his head in disappointment.

The vision faded, and he jerked his head back at the abruptness of it, before May's adolescent face came into view.

What the hell was 'that'?

"Why is it important to you?" He suddenly asked.

"Because...I…" She couldn't answer, and after a few moments, went wide eyed in transparent realization.

Oh dear, did I just uncover a plot-hole?

"You don't know, do you?"

"I...I…" She visibly shook.

"You don't see the point. You don't see the reason to continue what you think you've been forced to undertake."

She gasped.

Grey sighed, "I'm right, aren't I?"

"Can you actually read...Minds?"

His lips twinged, "Nah. But I know a pointless endeavor when I see one. The truth is, May,"—He lowered his gaze into a glare—"people are fucked in the head, and do things without even knowing why. Worse is when they convince others to follow them, despite being in such a mental conundrum themselves."

Grey gazed at the bewildered mudfish, "And you, mudkip, being more in tune with your instinct due to being a pokémon, can sense that same condition from May. Am I right?"

May whirled to the starter, "Is that true? Mudkip?" she asked shakily.

The bluish quadruped, shocked at Grey's deduction, nodded, "Yeah. I can. And it pisses me off," he hissed at May who, though not understanding, recoiled from his vehement behavior. His light voice continued, "she has the scent of a leader, a fighter and a predator all in one. Something she obviously just inherited, since she squanders it by being a spineless idiot!"

Another vision flashed in Grey's already aching mind.

Oh no, not another—

It was of a smaller baby mudkip, taken from a nest of sorts in a swamp, with a syringe piercing his thigh, knocking him out before getting packaged into a wooden cargo and thrown onto a vehicle, arriving at a facility and getting sealed into a pokéball by a stranger.

Grey couldn't see the face, but it made sense how the labs had a fresh batch of identical starters every year. Trainer after trainer tried choosing the mudkip, but he always refused, spraying water at their faces, which inevitably led them to picking a different starter. Mudkip's fury was outlined with the steam coming off his body in tiny dotted swirls…Grey assumed professor Birch handed the ball to May and told her to not release it until they were further away. Now mudkip's sourness made sense.

Grey's reality melted back to the surrounding forest with an abrupt wave of nausea close to making him keel, though he stood his ground.

But what the hell were these visions? How was he seeing them? It was just like the vision of that Team Rocket woman back at the tree in Little Root...But more frequent, and with these two in them…

He shook it off, before refocusing, "Calm down, mudkip. It's not her fault, you know. This world's society has made her that way."

"How so!?"

"Well, people that are mostly her elders, took you, and forced you into a system that you had no desire to join. Right?"

Mudkip nodded with a grunt.

"Well, it's those same people that have created the workings of said society, not her. So in a way, you both are actually in the same boat. No one chooses to be born under a fundamentally flawed system. Yet, you're criticizing her for involuntarily suffering in the fallout of their destructive management, when you too are doing the same right now. Huh. Funny that."

"What!? I'm not like her!"

"But you're in a very similar situation. Don't you want to change the system? Don't you want to strike back at it for what it's done?"

Now mudkip was the one that was shaken, while May just observed from the side in wonder.

Grey's disposition turned manic as he spread his arms and clawed his hands while stalking toward both of them, inciting them to inch back slightly in apprehension, "Don't you wanna' just get em' back? Don't you feel the anger writhing in your veins!? I know deep down you just want to tell them all to 'fuck off!' and leave you be! But their phantoms lurk in the recesses of your very mind, twisting and turning you over on your back at every corner, enforcing themselves and raping your ears with their voice of dissapointment, or self-righteous justification for indoctrinating you into something you didn't want!"

Red enveloped his peripheral with a tinge of black, and his blood churned under his skin, "Don't you wanna' just say 'Screw you!' and stab the system in the fucking eye!?" he yelled, but instead of recoiling, May and Mudkip gazed at each other for a moment, before staring back at him.

Grey turned to the brunette, breathing in calmness as his vision became clear again, "May."

"Yeah?"

"You need to stop caring about who other people are or where they're at, and fight back against the pressure of a society that condemns you for not living up to their standards. Do whatever the fuck you want, and to hell with an emotionally blackmailing human socio-structure."

"I...I guess you're right."

"And the first step is to realize that only you can decide whether you're good enough or not, to make a difference. And you have to realize as well, that Mudkip has his own agenda as an individual being, right?"

The little water-type nodded.

"Then will you help mudkip fight against such a system? Will you help him become stronger so he can one day break the vicious circle of 'poaching'?"

Understanding dawned on her, before she gazed at the little blue pokémon, furrowing her brow in renewed determination.

"I have no idea what you told him. B-But I think I understand. If you'll let me, I'll help you, mudkip. I don't know how we'll do it, or who took you from your home, but I'll help you get stronger to fight against them."

Mudkip seemed befuddled, likely wondering how Grey figured out an integral part of his past.

"And mudkip. Will you help May to fight her fears and prove to her 'father' just how much of a superior person and trainer she can be than him? To put him in his place for his spiteful dubiousness against his own daughter?"

May was gobsmacked at his deduction. No doubt she knew something was up, but it didn't matter, because mudkip nodded and May's eyes pooled and glimmered in her sudden evident passion.

"If she helps me, then I'll help her in turn."

Grey stood straight and placed his hands in his pockets, scrutinizing them for any doubt.

"Good, May?"

"Yeah?"

"Break his pokéball."

They both seemed shocked at his statement, with a breeze filling the silence.

"Sorry?"

"If you're going to help him fight against his past, especially when it involves 'poaching', ironically being the thing that brought you two together, and hopefully, one day being its undoing as a result, then you must be willing to set mudkip free, and make it his own choice for whether he wants to stay or part ways with you."

"...Ok."

Mudkip's eyes widened as May chucked the ball on the ground and stomped on it several times, smashing it into a mess of metallic fragments and wires.

Mudkip shed a tear, as he was freed.

"She...She actually...Went through with it," mused the mudkip in disbelief.

"Now it's your turn to trust her, and give her a chance."

"...I will." He nodded.

Grey breathed out, "Then that's that. Now figure each other out and learn how to communicate. I won't be around to translate for you, so you better start now."

"Oh my gosh, thanks so much Grey!" May squealed as she leapt at him and crushed him in a hug.

Ahhh! I'm not a pedo- I'm not a pedo-I'm not a—

"Eheh, right. You better get back to Ash." She let him go.

"You're the best Grey, I don't know how you did it, mind reading or not, but you've opened my eyes. It's too bad you're not coming with us," she said with a sad smile.

"Like you, May, I...have my own path to follow. And as I said to Ash earlier, I think we'll meet again."

"Now I see why combusken followed you. It makes complete sense."

And there it is…

He only painted a smile on his visage, as May and Mudkip were about to leave thanking him with every step.

"Oh and May?"

"Yeah?"

"...No one else can know that I can speak with pokémon. This was just a one-time thing because you saved my life."

"I see...Can I ask why? You seem so good at this bonding thing."

'Grey, no one can know you can talk to pokémon.'

'Well, that would be weird and attract unwanted attention, professor...But why exactly?'

'...Meta-humans are so rare, Grey. So much so, that people in high places pay fortunes to have such individuals gathered under their wing quickly. It shouldn't come as a surprise that the government of each region has pokémon trainers as their peace-keeping enforcers...and military. The 'International police' or 'interpol', are no different. However, there are those that would 'oppose' the PA, and the government, and create absolute chaos with innocent people caught in the crossfire. Usually, and inevitably, Meta-humans end up being rounded up and end up on one side, or the other.'

'Shit.'

''Shit' is right, Grey, be very careful with who you trust...'

"...Let's just say, it might paint a target on my back. You know, corporate and human blackmail and all that," he answered May, who in turn gave him a thumbs up and an enthusiastic wink.

"No worries, your secret's safe with me. I wish the best on your path, Grey. Hope to see you around!"

He smiled, "You too May. Good luck. See you around."

Finally May left back in the direction from where they came, leaving Grey alone in the forest, musing to himself.

Such psychological pep talk...Coming from a weakling…

After several moments, he let out a dry huff in exhaustion, before he jolted at a voice—

"Well 'that' was dramatic."

He whirled around with his kitchen knife in hand. Only the trees met his vision for a moment before he angled his vision downward—

"Whoa-shit-what-the-fuck!" He staggered back with a start as two figures stood there, having been right behind him, one a meter or so tall and the other being slightly past half the prior's height. He didn't even hear them sneak up on him.

It was the same Sneasel and Salandit. Neva and Joanna.

"What the hell are 'you' two doing here!?" He exclaimed as he pocketed his knife.

The lizard pokémon clasped her scaly hands, "Isn't it obvious, master? We've decided to follow you," she purred with a wink of her gem-like eyes.

"'Master'? I'm not your master. And why would you follow me?"

The Sneasel growled, "Speak for yourself, bitch! I didn't agree to follow him—"

"Oh hush, Neva, the moment you stuffed yourself and listened to my words for once, you totally caved in," said Joanna with a smirk lining her dark serrated snout.

"Did not!"

But Grey found the behavior odd, "Then why are you here in front of me?"

The sneasel was about to retort, but another voice echoed from behind them—

"Because she knows like I do that you're trustworthy, ironically."

His heart leapt at the familiar passionate voice. Striding toward them from within the forest and with a serious demeanor, was—

"Ginger? What...I thought you—"

"Left? I won't lie, I considered it while I was out tracking these two. They had followed us to the pokémon center earlier, and they thought they could outrun me by keeping their distance. Once I realized why they followed us, it all made sense..."

"What did?"

"The fact that you're a great trainer, despite how much you deny it."

Grey was exasperated by her insistence, "Ginger, I said I don't—"

A whirl of white energy zoomed into his space with an abrupt force striking his chest and the clear sky streaking into view. It was only a moment later he registered he was on his back, with the humidity seeping onto his neck from the damp grassy ground, thanks to a weight on top of his torso, causing slight difficulty to breathe. It was Ginger, sitting on top of him with fury painted on her face.

"What the f—"

"Shut up. Just shut the fuck up, and listen to me, Grey."

Not like I have a choice now—He wanted to say but her furrowed brow and her erect orange crown feathers made him reconsider in an instant, as though it were a warning, like she had read his mind...

"Grey, we heard that little pep talk you gave May, and what you convinced her to do. At first, unlike Joanna who seems open-minded in contrast, I almost had to literally drag Neva over here. But when we saw what you did, that's when I gave her the option to leave. Now look over there."

Grey turned his neck to attempt a glimpse to their side.

Neva had her hand-claws behind her head and looked to the side with a grunt, while Joanna gave him a little gentle wave of her hand and a smile.

Grey remained silent and turned his gaze back on the combusken.

Ginger continued, "Case' you haven't noticed, Neva is still here."

He raised a brow in question, as though to ask if she'd threatened the sneasel.

Ginger rolled her eyes, "No, I didn't threaten her into it. She's totally free to leave, honestly. What does that tell you?"

"It tells me that she's unsure of what to do, since I'm the one that took her away."

"And why'd you take her away?"

Grey only averted the fighter-fowl's unrelenting glare.

"I'll answer for you. The fact that you refused to allow me to hurt her, that you gave them nourishment and allowed them a 'choice'...tells us everything...It tells us you care."

"And it's because I care that I don't want to send you to get hurt. I can't do it. Period. Now let me go—"

He made to push himself up, but Ginger swiftly leaned over and slammed his arms back on the grass with her clawed hands, pinning him down and leering into his eyes with her fiery rubies inches from his ambers.

"Oh my…" let out Joanna, sounding more amused than worried.

Ginger ignored her, "As you like to say, 'News flash', when people fight for something they believe in, they get hurt. It's inevitable. Or are you too much of a 'pussy' to admit it?"

"That doesn't justify what I did to the Shiftry. I didn't think a third form pokémon would be that badly hurt."

"You told me to do it, and if I didn't, then we'd be dead, Grey. You told me that we had to do everything possible to survive, yeah? Backing out of your own words so soon?"

"I don't refute that, but I'd have preferred to burn Nate more than the shiftry."

A light gasp escaped one of the girls behind.

"Sure, but what if the shiftry was too far fallen into Aqua's vision? What then? What if we did get Nate but his shiftry attacked anyway? We wouldn't have escaped him, Grey."

He only grunted in annoyance.

"So would you have both yourself and 'I' die, rather than defend ourselves?"

He tried evading her gaze but hers followed, so he shut his eyes.

"I guess you do care then," she stated.

"No I don't! I'm selfish and I don't give a damn! Now let me go!" He yelled with his voice almost breaking, but she didn't move.

"No. Fact is, Grey, you claimed I saved your life and did more than enough to repay my I.O.U...Right?"

He opened his eyes and glared at her.

Nooo…No-no-no—

He shook his head, "No…"

She grinned, "So that means, 'you' owe 'me' now."

He tried desperately to pull his arms free, but she had him solidly planted, "Don't you fucking dare!"

"And I want you to repay me by being my trainer. Pokéball or not."

"This can't be happening..." He mused to himself at the ridiculous scenario he found himself in.

"Oh and now you owe the other girls too, I mean you did take them away on a whim, and they've got nowhere else to go."

"That's not fair, Ginger."

She smirked evilly, just like the first time they met, "Oh? I remember a certain someone saying 'unfairness is an irrational concept'," Ginger quoted with an attempt at mimicking his voice.

"How dare you twist my words...I refuse! Kill me if you want!"

"Oh? That's too bad. Guess I'll just have to go back and make the Chimecho back at the lab spill every little secret she gleaned from your mind."

He gasped.

"Oooh, sounds like you have juicy information for the authorities to read my mind and exploit."

That's right...She was eavesdropping from the clinic window the whole...time...

'And Grey, do not, under any circumstances, tell anyone else about your being from another world...There's no telling the severity of the consequences, should word of it leak out...'

Oh no!

If every bit of my knowledge about my world leaks out onto a non-World war alternate Earth dimension, despite most of it being secondary and general knowledge...There's no telling the catastrophic effects it could have…Fuck!

"Grey. You're an enigma. Even those two can tell your scent is unlike any other human they've ever encountered. And this 'Meta-human' concept I hear about you, all the hiding about your ability to talk with us...I've no doubt you have information you don't want leaking out."

He narrowed his eyes, "...You bitch."

"It's for your own good. Fight for what you believe, survive however you can. I don't know where you come from Grey, but in this part of the world? The best way to do so? Is by being a trainer. Period."

He seethed in silence.

"Well? What's it gonna' be?"

"...What's your goal, Ginger? Why go so far to throw yourself in harm's way?"

"Hmm? Oh that's easy." She gave an eerie, calm and gentle smile. And it was disturbing.

Ah shit…

She leaned in closer, with her smile deforming into a manic grin splitting her visage, and a passionate resolve burning in her eyes. Inexplicably, Grey could vaguely 'detect' something bizarre and invisible overflowing from her. It was like a sixth sense of sorts that combined every other sense of his body in that instant.

He could only describe it as a strange sense of vengeful ardor oozing out of Ginger's very being. It was iron on his tongue; it was burbling blood getting crlarbonized under a hellish flame; it was the rending and snapping of veins and nerve fibres; it was the acetous yet saccharine scent of charcoaled and conflagrating flesh. His every sense rang in alarm as they perceived this vindictive aura Ginger unleashed.

"I want to know what it feels like to participate...in the 'Ever Grande Conference'..."

Oh fff—

She lifted a hand, and with care, pulled his cheek, "And you, mister, are going to help me do just that," she whispered with an amused smile.

He couldn't believe it.

Despite the warmth that this fiery being on top of him irradiated, Grey's face went cold at the fact that...from the very beginning, he wasn't the one doing the manipulating…at all.

Ginger had this trump card, all along...

Clever girl.

...

Pokémon Guilds.

Kind of a new(—ish) concept here, I thought it'd be interesting to expand on how the pokémon world's governing system 'may' work, considering their political and socio-economical nuances are very vague in general. (Like, how do these people make money, what do they do? apart from being trainers? What else can a trainer do, asides competing in leagues? etc,etc.)

I chose not to reveal the three leader guilds, as that will be revealed and expanded upon, next chapter.

A free metaphorical cookie and medal (AN credits?) for those who can guess what they are? (knowing me for using 'references', especially at the end, haha.)

Thanks for the support and for reading! Have a nice day/night ! :)

Aether Apostle · Mar 27, 2022

Recording I

Transcript of 'February 27th, 1979, recording' - 'Birch Labs' sector zero.

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—Daniel Birch here, inputting log 1 on 'Subject 'Grey'...

—Hoo boy...where do I even begin from the incredibly vast information that Melony has just transferred to my mind? Erhem...

—Subject Grey recently left the lab premises with his pokédex and starter, combusken, who was not long ago acquired by 'Birch labs', I.E, myself. However, she has been technically disowned due to 'unforeseen circumstances', and while accompanying Grey and considering her to be, in concept, his starter pokémon; as far as the 'Pokémon Registry Overseer and Bill's Enquiry' (PROBE) system is concerned? She has reverted to being unowned, and wild.

—With respect to the circumstances, subject Grey has shown himself to be an extremely self-disassociated member of our world's society...That is not an erroneous statement. I meant, 'Our world's society'...I can't believe I'm saying this...but according to the undeniable truth of Melony's psionic transferal and translated information from his mind to mine...Subject Grey is not of this world.

—How is this possible? I'm not sure. There are several theories that could all be plausible at this point. After all, our world is filled with mysteries and powerful kinetic beings. But the study of time-space distortion or extra-dimensional phenomena is not my field expertise and will require further referential investigation. So this issue shall be circumvented for now.

—What these logs will be focusing on, is Subject Grey's unique perception of our world, and the difference between his and our world...Note: As Grey experiences our world for the first time, this will be expanded upon throughout the 'Subject Grey' log series. Attached to these, if available at the time, will be any call registry recording for the sake of researching every facet of this remarkable individual.

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—Topic I: Meta-Human potential.

—Just from the fact that Grey is from an alternate Earth timeline/dimension, possessing knowledge, whether primary or secondary, that isn't shared with this dimension, makes him a viable 'Meta-Human candidate'. But there are other important factors that also strongly contribute to his candidacy.

—Theoretically, and for now, I've dubbed him as a 'passive psionic', which in general terms means that with regards to 'pokéspeak', he bypasses the necessary process of decrypted linguistic information relay from a psychic-type pokémon to understand another pokémon's 'pokespeech'. In other words, Grey understands pokéspeech with no psychic aid required, whatsoever.

—This points to latent 'psycho-kinetic' potential, as the only existent Meta-Humans able to achieve this linguistic barrier bypass, are appropriately termed 'Psychics' or alternatively, 'Heightened empaths'.

—At the moment, in psionic terms, this is Grey's current and only ability. Thus 'passive psionic'...With two exceptions. One that has manifested itself in two observed occasions. And the other, only once.

—If in extreme distress or under life-threatening duress, Grey has the capacity to massively and temporarily surpass his current human strength and pain tolerance. In both occasions so far, this feat came with the side effect of a state of panicked delirium, before losing coordination and consciousness. The first occasion was the crushing of a Steel type-I alloy pokéball…with his bare hands, resulting in severe lacerations that required Melony's healing intervention.

—The second occasion was when he woke up from the first, and displayed another psionic-level behavior. Three grown men, including myself, along with the assistance of a single stage psychic pokémon, were unable to detain him during his renewed panicked delirious state.

—Note: the psychic pokémon involved was unable to hypnotize or mentally influence him in any way, and instead, received an aggressive, grade two, psionic backlash. Melony was fine, but claimed 'it was most definitely a 'psychic' counter-attack she wasn't familiar with, catching her off guard.

—Oh dear, hehe, I hope the recording didn't catch my stomach rumbling, it seems I'm quite famished from all the drama...Guess I'll be signing out for a late lunch break, and possibly until tomorrow. I'll keep this marked as log 1 on 'Subject Grey', for the purpose of topic continuity, next time I'll be restarting from this recording check point…

—Daniel Birch signing out...Hey Brendan! Could you check the lasagna in the oven!?

—Sure! If you'd let me start out my journey like May!

—Oh come the hell on! Still pissed about that!? I already told you, you're too young!

—Am not! I'm only like two years younger! What's the big deal!?

—Ah Geez...I'm starving my ass off too, don't want that thing to burn...Could you just check it already!? I've still got some finishing up to do down here!

—Enjoy your burnt lasagna, Dad!

—Hey! That's your dinner too!

—Don't care!

—Shit...Why that little...Fine! You have one chance to convince me over non-burnt lasagna! Now check it please!

—Kay!

—Honestly that boy—Eh, oh shit, is this thing still recording!?

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Transcript of 'February 28th, 1979, recording' - 'Birch Labs' sector zero.

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—Daniel Birch signing in, continuing log 1 on 'Subject Grey'...

—Already, we have some progress from our esteemed subject, and his most recent Meta-Human candidate qualification, which honestly blows my mind...Now he not only has one, but three pokémon following him out of their own volition. I also forgot to mention that Grey has not only refused the usage of 'pokéballs' from the start, he has also refused the PA's funding. For how long? I'm not sure. But the fact remains that he has three pokémon, including his starter, following him out of their free will, and without the usage of 'pokéballs'. In essence this means he has current leadership (presumably) of three wild pokémon. Or, as he personally prefers to dub them, 'free'. Not only is this behavior rare in wild pokémon, it's absolutely unheard of.

—When asked about the 'pokéballs' before his departure from the lab, Grey raised questions about the ethics behind the, globally depended on, devices, proving his unnatural dissociative behavior within a world that mostly finds no such ethical issues in such a socially ingrained standard. But, as it stands, this otherworldly human, is currently and single handedly defying what most of our humanity for hundreds of years or more, has come to know as 'reality', in terms of 'pokémon and human relationships'.

—It's a bit early to tell, but if this unforeseen development continues to gain momentum, it might just be enough for even myself to begin questioning what hundreds of years worth of social conditioning has deemed 'ethical' and 'normal', with regards to pokémon-human relationships, potentially flipping such a standard over on its head, at least for me. We'll see...

—Speaking of 'pokémon and human relationships', I believe a scheduled meeting with the globally renowned Kanto born specialist in the field, Professor Samuel Oak himself, is due for serious consideration, in order to further expand our understanding of this remarkable phenomenon.

—Might it have something to do with Grey's psionic potential? Perhaps having formed a mental bond of sorts with this trio of pokémon? Or might it be more relevant to his 'otherworldly presence' that the pokémon's heightened instincts seem to respond to? Maybe because he can understand them?

—Or maybe...His incomplete psychology profession...I did ask him to send me anything he deemed noteworthy in terms of pokémon behavior and outlooks, since he can speak with them directly...We'll see.

—This topic awaits further expansion as Grey finds and builds his stance in our world.

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—Topic II: Alternate Earth.

—Note: The imagery from Grey's mind to my own is just...Staggering. Not to mention all the knowledge contained. A psychic pokémon would have no problem to suddenly absorb such vast amounts of primary, secondary and general information accumulated over Grey's 24 years. But for my inferior human mind, I can only take so much before succumbing to mental strain. I will have to gradually learn it, with Melony feeding it to me slowly over a period of weeks, heck maybe months or more!

—First point. The most glaring difference between Alternate Earth and this one...is a lack of pokémon. But, not as a concept, oh no...In this alternate Earth, pokémon is an extremely popular and world famous fictional franchise, but nothing more...For all intents and purposes, pokémon in that alternate Earth, simply don't exist.

—Alternative sources of energy and defense take the place of pokémon, with animals being thousands of times more abundant and variant over there than here. Gargantuan cities that make our ones look like doll houses, dot the planet everywhere, with their roads and rail tracks far more numerous and extensive than ours. Of course the notorious differences in geographic placement and conditions may play a big part in this, not to mention the planet's land mass to water ratio is significantly different to ours. According to Grey's general knowledge, just over 30% of the Earth's surface area is covered with land, the rest is under water. That's a full 11% difference to our 19-81.

—In terms of lifestyle, humans there aren't necessarily too different. If anything, their behavior is much the same except with no pokémon, and more common 'house' pets, like cats and dogs amongst other things. One kind of competition their pet animals engage in are these events called 'talent shows', where pets are trained to do, honestly mundane, tricks that human spectators find entertaining and fascinating. A lot less exciting than pokémon contests or battles in our world, socially speaking. And according to the emotional lining of these memories, Grey seems to mostly agree. I personally don't blame them for such, with no 'real' pokémon present but a mass diversity of animals to practically take their place.

—But, possibly, the most interesting thing about Grey's memories of his world, as an individual...Is that despite the 'pokémon franchise' basically being the highest revenue generating media of this world, and its masterfully successful marketing...His knowledge about it is close to nil, with his last personal investment in it being 19 years ago, and his mind until now seems to have filtered out anything remotely related to pokémon, only registering that adults around his age range seem to enjoy the franchises games on a competitive level. Meanwhile, in a relatively closer past, Grey has shown interest in a variety of different franchises. Apparently the terminology 'planeswalking' he had used earlier with me, comes from a trading card game called 'Magic: the gathering'; a high level and competitive strategy card game he was once heavily invested in.

—Another game he had shown great interest in is 'League of Legends' and 'Dota', a multiplayer online battle arena game...There are many examples of these sorts of combative and competitive games that Grey has shown at least some kind of investment in…'Pokémon, scarlet and violet'—since his memories of it are foggy and secondary-general only because of his colleagues having spoken about it in his proximity—seems to be, at this time, the latest installment of the franchise; sharing a similar combative and strategic aim with the other games Grey preferred...Yet he shows a severe level of bias toward 'this' particular franchise, being pokémon, resulting in his ignorance…

—I wonder why this is? Is there more to it than just a preference? And most curiously, Melony was unable to access that part of his subconscious mind which seems to be connected to this strong bias against the pokémon franchise. Almost as though he either retracted it into the deepest recesses of his psyche, or has severed it due to some extreme trauma, and buried the memory long ago in an act of instinctual mental self-preservation…

—With regards to Grey's personal knowledge about the pokémon franchise, he recalls quite a few of Kanto region's native pokémon, like pikachu, charizard, machop, tauros, meowth, arbok, weezing, amongst others. Less so of Johto region's natives, and practically nothing of Hoenn's, or any other region for that matter. But to be fair, we've only just begun discovering more species of pokémon beyond the pokédex's current 365, thanks to other labs around the world, and adding to our own database here in Hoenn, also thanks to our very own lab trainers.

—It's a shame that Grey's knowledge of pokémon is so surprisingly low...It would have been interesting to perhaps have a potential glimpse into the 'future' had he at least known just a few more past our own database. The franchise form of pokémon from his world seems to be scarily accurate per entry from Grey's memory. Heh.

—Well, ironically, apart from the sneasel, known as 'Neva', having an interesting eye-lash color variation; one of his newest additions to his—I presume—roster, happens to be unidentified by our pokédex! Grey is already contributing to our continuous growth in knowledge in his own way! I can't express my excitement anymore than I already am! He claims it—excuse me—'She' is called a 'Salandit', and went by the name of 'Joanna'.

—Turns out I got a quick answer from the 'Global Pokémon Science Community' forums, as well as a pokédex format file generously sent to me for registering with our own database. Though naturally the information is a bit limited since there have only been five known owners of salandit from the Alola region, with two of them successfully evolving theirs...Though I worry about the warnings and the incident with the last one...I've already sent the file to Grey, but I get the strangest feeling I've forgotten something very important...Rats…

—Anyway, getting back on topic. I made mention about alternative energy sources in Grey's world. Turns out, instead of electric pokémon discharging continuous amounts of electricity to power their cities—which are enormous compared to our own—amongst other things, they use a combination of three major processes. One is, the burning of a crude oil, known as a 'fossil fuel' that is made from deep-earth organic fossil remains which over millions of years of heat and pressurization, turn into this carbon-rich substance; which is then drilled from deep underground. The other is renewable energy that comes from solar panels, wind turbines, hydro power from dams and geothermal power stations using heat energy turbines from underground sources of steam.

—And the final one...What's the matter Melony?

—Chime, chimecho…

—Not to worry, this is for the private recording of information for the sake of personal research and getting all these thoughts down. We've been doing fine so far as a society and with pokémon like yourself as our allies...But...To think that nuclear fission was actually possible by normal means...I didn't think Dr. Akihabara's theories deserved much merit, granted his personality...

—But wow...the sheer amount of energy produced by the splitting of atoms. To think they weaponized it too...Gods above...Is...is that real? They...They did that? Tens of thousands of people...The concept of a war isn't something new to us; but to take it so far...

—Uh...I...I-I think I'm going to call it a day for this log. However I will take this opportunity to attach today's call recording with Subject Grey...

...

Call registry recording I:

...

'Buup'

"Hey professor, what a coincidence, was actually gonna' call you earlier"

"Glad to see you've familiarized yourself with the pokédex phone function."

"Yeah, not that different from back 'there' really…"

"Barely two days and you're already running into trouble I see."

"What do you mean?"

"I saw the news, Grey. You're being dubbed 'The hero of Oldale'."

"Please don't tell me they televised the pokécenter's camera recording..."

"Right you are. You fought well with 'Ginger'? Was it? Though the recording was abruptly cut, that's all that was needed to jumpstart your rep, and improve the lab's."

"R-right…"

"Though as great as it is for you to take matters into your hands, I would suggest caution, Grey."

"Yeah...about that, turns out trouble found 'me'."

"What do you mean?"

"Well…"

"...Good grief! Now it makes sense. Sorry, Grey, I had no idea. The Oldale Police Department didn't mention anything to the press about you having also run into this so called Team Aqua, only that they and Team Magma existed...But to think you've already gotten tangled with two criminal organizations…"

"Sall' good teach', now that people and the authorities are aware, it should make things a bit harder for those idiots."

"I hope so, Grey. Do take care. So do you have any observations you'd like to share? About 'Ginger' perhaps? Or your new companions?"

"...Well, there isn't too much at the moment. However, I'm more and more convinced that pokémon are pretty much humans in different forms."

"...What do you mean?"

"Well...They're just so human in so many ways. Their speech, their habits, emotions, expressions, preferences, reactions, etc. Honestly? I find nothing remotely animalistic about their behavior like many of these theoretical published works seem to suggest. For instance, 'An insight to the mind of pokémon' by Clark Dickensvale, suggests that they have a limited form of communication in between each other, and that psychic-types are considered a pseudo-exception, being that they are able to decrypt 'pokéspeak' into something perceivable by us. But Dickensvale suggests that the psychic-type isn't exactly translating, but more like 'interpreting' what other pokémon are saying by analyzing its brain-waves and emotive state, before feeding the human with the resultant information…"

"Ah yes, quite a hotly debated topic, what are your thoughts on that?"

"Well, if we're being honest, Dickensvale's theory of 'subcommunication' just went down the shitter, thanks to the fact that I can speak to them directly—for some reason—and, when I listen to any pokémon talk, at least so far, I'm preeetty' sure I'm hearing another human speak, with their own genuine voice. Just because humans in general have trouble understanding pokémon, doesn't mean that pokémon have limited linguistic communication amongst themselves. Other publishers on 'pokémon psychology' seem to even suggest that pokémon are intrinsically wired to eventually submit themselves to humans for the sake of an easier life...As you can imagine, I quickly exited such ridiculous and narcissistic articles that were clearly written by a corporate puppet."

"Oh yes I've heard that one before, not a fan of it myself. I see, very interesting and refreshing to hear from a different perspective."

"Others argue their—In my opinion poorly dubbed—'animalistic' behavior by suggesting they are transcendentally evolved animals, due to sharing traits from long extinct animals in 'this' world, according to fossil findings. Plausible, considering their heightened instinct. But then again, biological instinctual adaptation is something all organisms share and pass down through each colonial subculture; so that hardly makes much contribution to the realm of conscious and cognitively complex psychological decision making. Not to mention they're waaay fucking smarter than these authors seem to give them credit for...And I'm currently learning that the hard way, actually..."

"Oh? Interesting, so you've been utilizing the encyclopedic function very well I see."

"Yeah. I mean, you did give the pokédex to me, but since I'm not running around capturing pokémon, I may as well do something with it and make observations for your benefit too."

"Good point. Though Grey, you're helping a lot more than you think. You've even befriended a new species to the pokédex. Do what you must Grey, don't worry about me too much. Anything from a different perspective helps."

"Oh, that reminds me...Professor, did you get any news from the 'GPSC' forums about Joanna?"

"Ah yes! Almost forgot! Turns out professor Kukui from the Alola region was able to help me upon recognizing the photo you took. Turns out the 'Salandit' genus is a recently discovered one, though there are some records from a handful of trainers who happen to have captured and raised them. I'll send the pokédex file format to you. It's only based on a few sample averages, five to be exact. But it should do the trick with the pokédex able to do some cross references. It should also record the evolution as well, though there is even less data on it. Only two cases, in fact."

"I see...Thanks for that professor."

"Though Grey, there has been an issue with one of the trainers, an incident with regards to the salandit evolution. Professor Kukui made a warning about—"

"What's...hat...Prof...sor? You're cut...ng out…"

"There's a warning about—"

"...Sor? E...llo—"

'Buup'

—"Your call has been disconnected. Please try again later."—

"Damn, connection lost. He must be going down a few forest slopes if he's headed for Rustboro... "

…

—"We're sorry, but the number you're trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please try again later"—

"No go...It won't connect. I'll just send him the data and warn him lat—"

"Hey Dad!"

"Gah! Arceus, Brendan! You scared the shit out of me! I told you not to sneak up on me in the lab, son."

"Sorry bout' that. Well, did you consider our talk last night?"

"Still considering it and—Ah, left it on record again. Silly habit of mine..."

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Aether Apostle · Mar 28, 2022

Chapter 7:

Opening Gambit

…

Turns out there were normal animals in the pokémon world, but because of all the drama, he hadn't registered the scarce bird-song that had intermittently resonated around him this entire time since the pine woods, and now the broadleaf rainforest.

Of course, thanks to their agile predators, like Joanna—

A screeching bird fluttering above made its last attempt to flee, before a narrow gout of purple flame sniped it from above, engulfing and roasting it into a sick chunk of poisoned flesh. Before it could fall, the 'toxic lizard' pokémon came whooshing from the tree tops and snapped it in her jaws before doing a flip, rebounding off the trunk, and landing right next to him; gulping her meal down without so much as a single chew.

—It was made clear as to why there were so few animals in the wild, and why he hadn't seen many.

With the last tendrils of the purplish-smoke swirling from her mouth, Joanna grinned as she gave an artistic, graceful bow, like she had just made a performance in front of a crowd; and a performance it was.

"What did you think of that? Master?"

Until now, Grey didn't think it was possible to be both impressed and disgusted.

The prior because so far, in this world, he had never seen any living thing breathe out 'purple' flames, much less in any fictional media from other-Earth; not that he knew of anyway. It suggested an incredibly complex biological system within Joanna's makeup that must have naturally produced some form of potassium chlorate, reacting with secreted sucrose, and being combusted by ejected acid; which would explain the skillfully controlled discharge of the flame spray. Not to mention the smog that she could generate; all packed into acrobatic coordination...

The latter, because the toxic pulp of meat that was once a bird, looked more like a disembodied tumor, which Joanna casually considered a meal. Yuck.

"That was both incredible and disturbing. What did it taste like?"

She gave a polite smile, "Just as good as it looked."

He cringed, "Once we get to Rustboro, we're changing your diet to something that'll…Suit your 'refined' tastes."

"Glad to hear it." She hummed a throaty giggle, "Did the pokédex work?"

"Let's see..."

The blue ray of light analyzed her from head to toe before shrinking back into the digital encyclopedia—

—"Biometric scan complete!"—

—"Salandit, the 'toxic lizard' pokémon"—

—"It burns special secreted bodily toxins to create a poisonous gas. This sneaky Pokémon will slink behind its prey and immobilize it with the toxic fumes before the prey even realizes Salandit is there, disorienting its target and then attacking them with ignited flames from the same gas, or a spray of combusted corrosive liquids—"

Whoa.

—'Poison' & 'Fire-type'.

—Average height-weight: 0.6 mts & 15.5 lbs.

Very light frame, meaning she's delicate, but flexible, acrobatic and fast.

—"This particular mature, female salandit seems to have a highly flammable tail, and combustible fluids on its scales; an uncommon trait compared to the average of its genus, possibly inherited from one of its parents. Aside from the salandit family genome of its mother, this particular salandit also carries the genetic makeup of a—scanning—Error. Unknown pokémon father genome. Please update."—

...Are you for real? 'Another' runaway daddy? Next you're going to tell me she's related to Ginger too, also being a fire type...Whatever the case, these 'dads' would make great 'child-pension evaders', that's for sure.

—Abilities list...

—Mother Gene ability: Corrosion. This pokémon's venom is so potent and corrosive, that even Steel-types and other Poison-types can get affected and succumb to its toxins.

Holy shit, she can corrode metal!? For real!?

With most of the color scheme correct, all she needs is an elongated head, and Ridley Scott's gonna' be sueing somebody...

—Father Gene ability: Flame body. If hit by a move that makes contact, there is a chance the attacker will get burned.

Grey glanced at the glowing orange path along her tail.

Jesus fuckin' Christ! The attacker can't even touch her without possibly suffering from burn damage!

—Hidden ability: Oblivious. This pokémon's Ph levels are extremely volatile, and has a degree of control over its Ph regulation, making it immune to pheromonal effects.

...Huh? The' fuck does that mean? Like...Immune to stimulating scents and chemicals? Weird...I suppose it's a survival mechanism against manipulative chemical stimuli in the air, like big carnivorous plants or something. Wasn't there a pokémon from the early generation that looked just like one of those? That thing that kept attacking the lilac haired 'Rocket' idiot from the anime, even though it was his own pokémon. Bell-something, Treebell...Or whatever it was called. And considering Joanna's current size, I can see why such an adaptive ability is necessary in the wild…

Then again she's a fire-type and plants are, well, plant-types or Grass-types...Perhaps there are other predators that rely on pheromonal tactics to attract prey? Scary thought, moving on—

—"Analysis complete! Displaying subject salandit's approximate move-list"—

—'Poison Gas'

—'Smog'

—'Scratch'

—'Sucker Punch'...Very fast attack; best used while the opponent is in proximity and attacking.

—'Ember'

—'Flame burst'

—'Poison fang'

—'Sweet scent'

The hell is that?

He tapped the move: A sweet, chemical pheromonal scent that interferes with surrounding pokémon's coordination and cognition. Warning for trainer: Do not inhale.

Okay, moving on...

—'Belch'…With a powerful eructation, high-speed toxic air particles are released. Must consume something with moderate-high Ph before use. Cannot move while in use. Take caution around user.

…So basically...She can fuck something up by 'burping'!? What the...

—'Heatwave'

—'Confuse Ray'...Able to generate mirages through heat energy, vibrating the air layers, resulting in the skewing of the enemy's perspective through light refraction.

...Well shit.

In any case, despite the mystery of the father—again— and her short stature of her unevolved form, one thing was made clear with such skill and genetic makeup…On top of the fact that she has worked with two criminal organizations...

Joanna was extremely dangerous...And intelligent.

Also it was evident she could take care of herself in the wild...So that begged the question...Why would she be so willing to follow him? Even going so far as to convince Neva to consider it, before Ginger did the same afterward…

And if that wasn't unsettling enough, there was the other issue...

If Joanna and Ginger had actually fought...Grey genuinely didn't know who'd win. They'd be at a stalemate with fire moves, since they're both Fire-types...So they'd have to rely on their secondary typing...But wait...Fighting-type attacks don't do much to Poison-types, however the latter has no issue against the former, being of normal effectiveness...So that would have limited Ginger's aggressive movepool choices to Aerial Ace, Night slash and Quick-attack, while Joanna has a slew of Poison-moves, ensuring Ginger gets poisoned; all the toxic lizard has to do is…

Shit. It's a good thing 'Dylan' had no idea what he was doing. The Aqua grunt wasn't smart enough to utilize this ridiculously skilled assassin to her full potential...Not to mention any alternative unique moves that Joanna may have up her sleeve, like Ginger's 'Immolation'...Come to think of it…

They both moved toward a clearing, where he eyed the other two pokémon through the trees, "Joanna, what was that move you just used on the bird?"

"Hmm? Oh that's just a little trick of mine to increase the projectile speed of my flame."

"I see...I'm guessing a fusion of poison and fire?"

"Yes, master."

"Interesting...Also, just call me Grey."

She rose a brow at that before her lips curled in amusement, "Of course, Master Grey."

He rolled his eyes, "Ok, smart ass, I get it, you're free to call me what you will...Just not that last one, it makes me feel like a pompous prick."

She stifled a giggle. Cheeky little bugger, and confident too...Grey would be extra wary of her.

They walked out onto the clearing, only to be welcomed by the echo of a meaty impact that sent a familiar sneasel flying through the air as Ginger skidded to a stop.

With a muffled thump, Neva landed hard on the ground into a tumble, before using the momentum to flip onto her feet and brandishing her claws once more, releasing labored huffs and sporting a sweaty visage.

"That' all ya' got? Weasel?" Smirked Ginger.

"Tch. I'll show you, Feather brains!" Retorted Neva as she bared her teeth in frustration and launched herself once more at Ginger.

The fowl pokémon deftly dodged the strike and went for a swipe of her own, but the sneasel ducked and went for a low sweep with a glowing foot claw. Ginger leapt into the air and fired an Ember, with Neva attempting to dodge but getting hit by the last tail of the flame, causing her to trip onto her back with a yelp. Ginger tried to capitalize on the mistake, only to get battered by the hail of ice spraying out of Neva's maw, and jumping back once more, evading most of the counterattack and resetting the battle state into a standoff.

Grey analyzed the female sneasel with the pokédex once more to see her abilities and moves:

—Mother Gene ability: Inner Focus. Unrelenting and incapable of 'flinching' in the face of its obstacles.

—Father Gene ability: Slush Rush. Speed is increased during a 'Hail storm'.

—"Analysis complete! Displaying subject sneasel's approximate move-list"—

—'Ice Shard'...The user flash-freezes chunks of ice and hurls them at the target. Very fast attack.

I'm guessing that's what saved her just now.

—'Icicle Spear-Crash'...The user rapidly freezes the moisture and gases in the air in order to create icicles which can be launched at the enemy multiple times, or into the air above them for the user to accumulate even more ice onto the falling projectile/s and turning the move into 'Icicle Crash' for a heavier impact.

Eh...A bit of a mouthful. Must've become a common tactic, so they put the moves together. Makes sense...In 'this' world anyway...

—'Scratch'

—'Taunt'...This pokémon's nature makes it prone to manipulating an opponent into a rage, causing them to most likely prioritize physical attacks rather than special ones.

Interesting...So she can basically piss someone off a bit harder than most...I'd like to see that.

—'Quick-attack'

—'Metal claw'...This pokémon has the ability to regulate the keratin of its claws; elongating, and rearranging the protein into uniform and sharper layers; replicating the microscopic structure of steel.

I see...So that brilliant steel-like sheen of her claws was 'Metal claw'...Nice to know she can shear a limb off if I so much as piss her off…

…

Looks like that's about it for the 'late-adolescent' sneasel. What does that even mean? Close to being 'mature' like the other two?

Apparently Neva wasn't often let out of her pokéball, which would explain her limited moveset...She doesn't have any offensive 'Dark-type' moves either. Isn't that odd for a part 'Dark-type'? While Joanna has an offensive dark-type move; Hell, Ginger's a part Fighting-type and even she has a Dark-type attack...Weird.

I'll fix that.

The two were about to go at it again, but he raised a hand, "Stop. Take five."

The pair started at his voice and came to a halt, gazing at his direction.

"Huh? Why'd you stop us?" Questioned Neva with a growl.

"Because you're at your limit, and you're about to get dropped again. The way you're going, Ginger's gonna' leave imprints of your ass all over the place."

Both Ginger and Joanna stifled their laughs, with Neva glaring daggers at them.

Grey eyed the two, "I wouldn't be laughing, Ginger, how's your 'Night Slash' going?"

The fire-fowl's laughter died and turned into throat clearing as she glanced to the side, before facing him again, "Eh...I-I've got it covered."

Grey raised a brow, "Is that so? Then teach Neva 'Night Slash'."

The sneasel also eyed her in scrutiny, "There's no way she knows that, she's a Fighting-type."

"Oh she knows it alright, damn near took my arm off along with a tree using that...But can she use it consistently?" He asked indirectly.

"I...I guess I could practice with it..." Mumbled the combusken.

"If you ever want to step foot in the 'Ever Grande Conference', I suggest you don't squander such a unique skill set. Once you can unleash it at a consistent rate, I'll need you to teach it to Neva."

"Sure."

"Neva, you're with me, let's go to the woods."

"What for?" Asked the sneasel.

"You'll see."

"What'll I do? Master?" chirped the salandit, clearly wanting to be included.

"Oh you'll be helping me with the next exercise I've got planned for Neva. So let's go."

"Of course!" Joanna clapped in excitement.

"Whoa, whoa, just what are you planning here, Grey?"

"Do you know any offensive Dark-type moves?" He tested, perhaps she might have something up her sleeve?

The sneasel suddenly looked hurt and insecure about the question, with her single red head plumage lowering as she gazed down in clear melancholy, before shaking her head, "No...I don't…Even Fighting-types seem to know more than I do...Pretty useless huh?"

"Far from it, unlike your ex-trainer...I think you need to be more in tune with said 'element'." He began walking toward the woods, with the other two following him and leaving Ginger to practice her 'Night slash'.

"What does 'that' mean?" Insisted Neva, gazing at him in wonder.

Grey considered her elemental make-up and every franchise he could think of from the past relating to the 'darkness' and 'shadow' elements...Some particular characters came to mind.

He gave her a small grin, "It means I'm going to test something, and see if you can connect with 'the dark' itself. If anything, it'll at least get you more acquainted with your Dark-type side."

"I don't get it."

"Just follow my lead, and hopefully, you'll start to develop power the likes no one in this world has…"

...After several more hours of exhausting hiking, much to Ginger's gladness, Grey had finally decided to set camp for the night, claiming it was another 25 miles to go through the mountainous forest terrain before they'd reach Rustboro. He wanted to get there within two days, since her unexpected return, along with two extra members—as well as no pokéballs for any sort of stasis—meant more energy expenditure and less food to go around, and Grey had only bought enough pokéfood to ward off other wild pokémon as he had planned to go alone earlier.

Now they were around a camp-fire, with its flames bathing them in an orange glow underneath the high trees, and the bitter-sweet aroma of a stew cooking in a pot hanging off a prop stick in the middle of the fire. Apparently it was a combination of his own food plus the pokéfood for her and the other girls. Ginger raised concerns for Grey, but he insisted he had bought enough for himself for three days and so; considering he never planned on rushing toward Rustboro. Joanna raised the point that she could hunt; however, he worried for her safety during the night in the middle of a forest, despite her skill.

They had only known each other for a little less than three days, and yet Ginger observed Grey treated her and the other two more like humans rather than 'pokémon'...It was strange, but felt...nice; even though he hated her right now for the shit she pulled earlier with him...

'You're a bitch, Ginger'

'Still whining? Look, I can't just stand by idly while watching you march around like an aimless moron.'

'Who said I'm aimless?'

'Really? Care to share?'

'Fine, I sort of am right now, but that doesn't mean you can just blackmail me like you did.'

'Erhem. I learn from the best.'

'Two wrongs don't make a right...I know it's rich coming from me, but I'm human and we're a shitty species. You shouldn't pick up on bad habits from us...Much less me…'

Out of spite, he could've just sent her to go hunting, or not made it his problem as she and the other two were completely free to leave or follow. But he didn't...Instead, he took it upon himself to provide for them, even sacrificing part of his own food for them, out of sheer insistence.

Was he still trying to manipulate her? How much of his 'string-pulling confession' from earlier might actually be a plan to mask even more deceit behind pure honesty? Though his thoughts on 'battling' were quite adamant, she supposed.

He was quite serious in helping Neva today, and making herself master 'Night Shade', which was coming along nicely. Speaking of the sneasel, she had come out of that forest with the other two, seeming rather perturbed and a bit different. What kind of training did Grey and Joanna do for her? Was it successful?

Either way, Grey seemed to be putting effort in for them...And despite it raising terrible memories from her past, Grey's actions struck chords with her...She hated it, but at the same time it was something pleasant she wasn't used to…

'I swear to God Ginger I'll knock you out if I have to'

'Would like to see you try.'

'Don't tempt me. Course' then I'd have to carry your ass to Oldale…'

Would he have really done that for her? Carry her all the way? The manner in which he said that was so sincere...She knew then that she made the right choice to follow him…

Ginger had to admit, he was a bit psychotic and neurotic at times, while having a dark outlook on many things...But somewhere within, there was good intent.

She couldn't allow someone as seemingly well intentioned like Grey—albeit being half-a-lunatic—to wallow in aimlessness...That's why she had to do it and pull out her trap card.

Grey pulled the pot out of the fire and left it on the ground near the flame, "I think that's good enough, we'll just let it cool a bit and I'll serve you girls."

Neva rolled her eyes and with subtle icy crackling, formed bits of ice into larger chunks onto her hand, and placed them against the pot. Grey nodded his approval, despite evidently having forgotten Neva could cool it with ice. Strange.

They consumed their meals and headed to the camping tent; being the same blue as the back-pack. There were two mats laid out within and some sheets, as well as a sleeping bag. They were set for the night.

They all lay together comfortably in their own spot along the mats, with the girls and Grey slumbering away. But she watched her 'trainer' as he slept, for the second time since they met; the first having been back at the pokécenter. He seemed serene, and calm in contrast to his waking hours.

She was next to him with some space in between. He slept on his back, facing away to the other end of the tent.

In an odd moment of past longing clashing with her bad memories and taking this opportunity, Ginger slowly shuffled closer to him, being only several inches apart now. His warmth emanating onto her own was reassuring. It was something she was unused to, yet it felt so right...She wanted to inch closer, but she shook her head, deciding this was close enough, for now…

It was late afternoon before the group saw the outskirts of Rustboro. It was a long stretch of fairly large, slate-stoned buildings that sat on the edge of an estuary on the east side of it. In terms of a city, it was fairly small compared to what Grey was used to calling a 'metropolis', though it still fit the definition, and its unique layout was what caught his eye, as well as the material of the buildings themselves. Even the enormous building that stood above the rest at the northwest side of the city, was made of the same material that lined the numerous glass windows, judging from the sunlit colors refracting off the building.

Whatever the case, it was the first thing that came close to being a city he had seen yet from the region.

"Ugh, this had better be it, Grey; my feet are freakin' killing me," said Neva with a pitiful groan, hunched over and arms dangling like a string-cut marionette. Obviously she wasn't used to walking so far. The other two actually looked a bit fatigued themselves.

It made sense, at some time of their lives, they spent maybe a third of the day or more cooped up in a shrunken, golf sized ball. What wouldn't kill em', would only make em' stronger.

"Yep, according to the map, this is Rustboro. Let's head straight to the pokécenter, eat up and get some rest, something tells me tomorrow's gonna' be quite the day for you lot," he narrowed his gaze as he noticed the amount of people roaming the streets closer to the entry, "maybe even earlier than that." He said with his voice becoming strained.

The trio gave him a questioning gaze, but releasing a sigh and straightening his back, he continued onward, with them lagging behind.

Entering from the east side fields of the metropolis, they came upon a park with a large fountain in the middle, proudly gushing arcs of water from its tip. As they walked past it, they received numerous stares from the city-folk that dotted the area, some even doing a double take.

Give it a few more seconds, aaand—

"Hey, isn't that the 'hero of Oldale?'"

"Whoa, that's the guy that took out those magma thugs."

"Shit he's just as tall as on TV.."

"And look at his pokémon, he has them out and they look exhausted."

"Must be some serious training routine, talk about hard core."

"Totally—"

And similar murmurs filled the air. Grey breathed out in sick apprehension, suddenly very glad that he had Ginger break the cameras before he took the criminal's pokéballs during that episode.

"Seems like we're famous, thanks to the press." Stated Ginger.

"Don't let it get to your head. We'll eventually be forgotten, it's just your run of the mill 'heroes of the day' stuff, for which I'm glad."

"Oh c'mon, lighten up, it'll help your reputation."

"But draw unnecessary attention to all of us."

"Grey, a lot of successful trainers participating in the league circuit hardly go about being unnoticed, you need to get used to it," stated Ginger absent-mindedly.

Before stepping onto the cobble-stoned streets of the metropolis, separated by the well-kempt grass of the park, he stopped for a moment and gazed at her.

"How would 'you' know that?" He asked, already knowing the answer based on her clear obsession with the league circuit in the first place, amongst other slip ups of hers, but deciding to test her.

Her ruby eyes widened before she gave a quick shake of her head, "W-well it's obvious isn't it? I mean defeating a gym leader is no easy feat, and if the match was worth watching, they tend to televise it afterwards in order to build up excitement for the 'Ever Grande'."

Oh great, just when I thought I didn't need anymore attention...Fuck.

"...Point taken." It made sense from a marketing standpoint, but such knowledge had to come from somewhere, like her 'ex-trainer'.

Whatever. Ginger would tell him all about her past when she was ready. There was no use in reopening old wounds. If she was glad he didn't persist on the issue, past her avoidant gaze, she didn't show it.

The quartet strode the stone paths, taking in the city-scape surroundings and following general directions toward the pokécenter.

Along the way, they were passing a heavily bricked building of two-stories, with what looked like a bell tower next to it. It seemed to be some sort of academy, and the sign in front of the entrance plaza confirmed it:

'Rustboro pokémon trainer academy: Next level education on pokémon essentials.'

Underneath it was a slogan:

'Go forth together with me, friend.'

Grey's face wrinkled in disgust. "Tch. That's rich, being in the same city as 'Devon Corporation'."

He had already looked up the City's main attractions, which included the, regionally depended-on, large company. Devon was known for its products that are largely focused on pokémon training.

But what irked Grey about the company was the fact that it was also the sole possessor of the 'pokéball' technological patent; having bought out all the region's minor manufacturers and becoming a monopoly for their own styled capturing device in the Hoenn region.

Not to mention they created several different types of pokéballs geared toward certain specialties...A clever, yet basic business gimmick. Make many for a specific occasion, rather than one for all occasions. Financially, the profit gained from the prior would be much larger as they can market it to a specific target demographic, every time they updated the product or made sub-categories of the same one.

Not only was this monopolist enterprise backed up by the Pokémon Association and the League organizers, but also the Central Hoenn Government, which in turn only concerned themselves with the military, general laws of the region, and the tax money gained from its populace and any guilds they may be associated with. However, past the police, the political entity did not concern itself with the enforcing of said laws. Instead, they bestowed this power on the three leader and authority guilds. On top of their own side-agenda, the three leader guilds regulate and enforce these regional laws alongside the police, who act as the government's eyes to ensure the trio stayed in line with their duties.

This meant that the three leader guilds were the only regulatory organizations that had no political affiliations or obligations toward Devon, whatsoever...And Grey had plans to join one of these, now that he had three persistent pokémon tagging along with him.

The issue was the fact that Devon was pretty much involved in most technological aspects of this region, and utilizing one of their products was, unfortunately, unavoidable...But well, that wasn't too much different from his previous world. Governments and their corporate puppets ruled the world with their supreme economical, informational and educational influences after all, and this one was no exception. And as if that wasn't enough, to top it 'all' off…

The son of Joseph Stone, owner and president of the Devon Corporation...Was the current Hoenn league champion, Steven Stone…

Wow, talk about a family business magnate. If Grey didn't know any better, the Stone family was pretty much this world's equivalent of the 'Freemasons'...What with the 'stone' motif in stonemasonry, business influence, and even being involved with the constructive advancement of civilization. Hell, the Devon corporation even started out as its own 'stone mining guild' which specialized in iron ore processing and construction! The fucking enterprise just screamed 'ancient freemason fraternity'!

The Japanese sure knew what they were doing when they designed this particular expansion of the pokémon video game franchise...Maybe the Freemasons even inspired that segment? A little global subliminal messaging there?

He sighed, "This is getting fucking ridiculous—"

"Oh wow! The Oldale hero—"

"Gah! Jesus Fu—"

He blinked upon jolting from the unexpected appearance of the woman to his side.

"Oh dear, my apologies, I didn't mean to startle you."

Grey, ignoring the pokégirls' snickering of his startlement, observed the woman who had apparently walked out from the side of the building.

She wore garnet colored stockings, polished black mid-heels, a slate-colored skirt suit over a white under-shirt, decorated with a pink twin-flared tie. Her dark Brown hair was tied into a ponytail, and her rose hued eyes smiled at him with the kindness of your average goody-child friendly academic teacher. She looked to be in her very early twenties, maybe even nine-teen or so.

According to the profile he studied on the pokédex, this was Roxanne Rachaels, the Gym leader of Rustboro's Gym.

Yet another alliterative name. This same-initial stuff seems to be the current baby-name trend, even professor Birch couldn't resist putting one on his own son, Brendan Birch...

"No, it's fine, you caught me in a bit of a trance, that's all."

"I see, well it's an honor to have a hero at our academy door steps."

Grey huffed a tiny chortle, "I'm no hero, miss, I just happened to bump into those goons on my way to the Oldale pokémon center."

"Really? Seemed like you knew they were there, according to the footage anyway."

Eh.

"Well, I mean I could tell something was up with the lights down and all, and no one was in reception. So one thing led to the next, I guess." He shrugged.

She hummed a short laugh, "You're too modest, Mr. Wilson."

Of course they released my partially fake-name too...Goddamn it.

"Whatever you say, Miss Rachaels."

She smiled with a raised brow, "I see you've already looked me up. Are you participating in the league circuit? Or are you interested in taking one of our academia courses?"

"I...think I'm a bit old for that last one."

"We also do online advanced classes for adults," She offered.

"Thanks, but I'm more of a 'hands on' kind of learner, if you know what I mean."

Her eyes gleamed for a moment at his statement.

Uh—

She flicked her finger with a grin, "Aha! I had a feeling you're—"

Oh shit! Did she figure me out alread—

"A believer of the front line and real-life experiences being the best teacher! Am I right!?"

Oh thank fuck...That's sort of what I just said, but—

"Pretty much."

"Oh that's right, you're a lab trainer,"—she angled her gaze to look behind him—"and you've already got yourself three...pokémon...Wait...I don't recall ever having seen that one."

Grey turned and followed Roxanne's line of sight to a, currently posing, Joanna, like she were some kind of supermodel at a cat-walk, clearly enjoying the attention she stole from the academy teacher.

"Yeah, she's a salandit, a recently discovered specimen from the Alolan region."

Roxanne crouched slightly to get a better look, "Oh Arceus, she's so cute!"

Grey looked around for a moment, wondering if she spoke to someone else...No one. Huh?

Arceus? Who the fuck is that? I don't see em'...What, is it an exclamation like...God? As in 'Oh my God'?

"Why thank you," Replied Joanna, though Grey knew the chances of Roxanne understanding that were low. He imagined she'd be making a sound that was a facsimile of her name.

"Hey, Mr. Wilson—"

"Call me Grey, make's feel a little less older than you."

She stopped and blinked before giggling at that, "You couldn't be 'that' much older than me, but alright, as long as you call me by my first name too, deal?"

"Sure."

"Anyway, I was going to ask, where did you get your hands on such a rare species?"

Ooh, haven't exactly thought of an excuse for that...Guess I'll just go with a half-truth.

"We sort of ran into each other by chance back in the woods near Oldale and route 101."

"Really? That's strange…"

"How so?"

"I've taken numerous classes on excursions to the Oldale Ruins and the forest nearby, we pretty much have recorded every pokémon one can find there, and Professor Birch even confirmed the listing for us, being a specialist in pokémon habitat and distribution."

Fucking—

"Guess maybe she was abandoned, I wouldn't have a clue since I'm just starting out. The professor was the one that got the information from his extra regional associates."

"I see…" She frowned in thought, putting a hand on her chin.

"You think I'm lying?"

She waved her hands in placation "Oh heavens no! Hehe, It's just...I'm kind of envious of your luck, Grey."

He almost had to stifle his laugh but swallowed it down, "Oh trust me, if you knew half the shit I've had to go through in life? You'd quickly reconsider."

She angled her head as if to enquire further, but focused her sight on his scarred brow, before making eye-contact again with a kind smile, "I see...Grey, I'd like to ask...would it be possible to show her off to my class and give them the experience of witnessing a new discovery?"

Grey contemplated it, but for some reason, he didn't like the idea of a platoon of brats coming in and pinching Joanna all over the place like she were some kind of fluffy-animal...Scratch that, he loathed the idea; despite the fact that Joanna didn't belong to him as she was free. But he couldn't just say no as though she were his property either.

He gazed at Joanna, who looked worried for a moment. And like that, he knew the reptilian believed for a moment he was in charge of her or something. She could just refuse and speak her mind...So why didn't she?

But Grey had a better idea anyway, despite not being enthusiastic about it, it would be better for Joanna, as apparently she, like many other pokémon, had no voice here…

"Actually Roxanne, to answer your question from earlier, I am competing in the league circuit, and was going to request a gym challenge. How about if you bring your class to our match tomorrow? Or whenever you're available? I think it would provide a real front-row experience for them and witness every facet of Joanna in action. What do you think?" He asked in fervent prayer that she'd accept and wouldn't take it the wrong way.

Roxanne's eyes glimmered as she beamed with excitement, "That...is a wonderful idea, Grey!" She bounced on her heels and straightened up. "Absolutely! I actually happen to be free of challenges tomorrow, so I'll rearrange the curriculum and bring them over to the gym for our battle!"

Joanna visibly sighed in gladness behind Roxanne, while Grey, internally, did the same.

"He saved your ass there, girl," commented Ginger with a smirk and a hand on Joanna's stiff shoulder.

"Though it would've been hilarious to watch the little cubs pull you around like a rag doll, ha!" Added Neva with a scoff, folding her arms.

"Don't get me wrong, I like attention, but...Not of that kind, I don't know what I would've done…Master saved me."

Grey smiled at their comments, before focusing back on Roxanne, "Seems like they enjoy the idea too."

"Excellent, I wouldn't have it any other way, though I must ask, what typing is she?" asked the teacher-gym leader.

"She's a Fire-Poison type."

"Oh...A very unique typing! Though...I worry she may be at a severe disadvantage against my pokémon."

He grinned, already aware of the gym leader's Rock-type specialty, "Oh don't you worry, we have a game plan."

Her concerned visage turned into her own smile as she removed a pink card from her front suit pocket and handed it to him, "here's my card with my contact details."

"Oh? What's this for?" He asked, while accepting it and gazing at the velvety piece of cardboard.

She hummed in amusement, "What do you think? I'm handing you over my contact in case of anything. For instance, if you wish to apply for an online course."

Grey subtly narrowed his eye for an instant.

'In case of anything'?

Why would she hand me her personal contact info for something so vague, or even something simple like applying for an online course?

I can just do the latter on the academy's webpage…So what gives?

"Sure, thanks. So what time is our match tomorrow?"

"Come to the Rustboro Gym at 2:00 pm, I'll be waiting there."

...After bidding a good day to the academy teacher-Gym leader, the group shortly arrived at the entrance of the Rustboro pokémon center. It was similar in design to Oldale's, but much larger, and with good reason.

The cobbled plaza entry was filled with trainers of varying ages...and they all stared at him as soon as they registered his presence.

Oh come the fuck on! Really? Did 'everyone' watch the news 'that' day?

With a scowl, he ignored the onlookers and walked past them without so much as a glance; avoidant of any eye contact. Many of them eyed both him and the trio of pokémon following him. Thankfully, no one was stupid enough to try something with them...Except for one...There's always one with the nerve.

The trainer in question placed himself in their path in front of the pokécenter sliding doors. He wore some kind of white uniform with red streaks cut diagonally along his tight shirt, and burgundy track pants finishing with black sneakers. He was square jawed with short cropped dark hair, and fairly built despite being a few inches shorter. He looked like your average high-school jock sans the baseball jumper.

There were some whispers and annoyed groans from amongst the groups of trainers.

"Not him again…"

"When's he ever gonna' learn..."

"Such an idiot…"

Came such murmurs; apparently this trainer had a poor reputation, and with one glance at him, Grey didn't blame them.

The uniformed jockey-brat ignored the crowd and pointed right at him with an arrogant smirk, "You! Oldale hero! I challenge you to a—"

"No, buzz off. We've just arrived from a long trek, and my team needs a rest. Now move aside."

The trainer frowned with his hand sinking back to his side.

"Huh? Oh c'mon, they look alright to me, what're you too much of a wimp?"

"I'd be glad to humor you tomorrow, after my Gym match, if you want. But not right now."

"Heh. Sounds like a wimp to me."

"And 'you' sound like you want to battle clearly exhausted pokémon for an easier win. If I'm the wimp in this scenario, then that must make you the dickless jackass."

Some oohs and laughter echoed through the crowd, with the trainer fuming and taking a step forward while pulling out a pokéball, "Why you—"

The auto-glass door slid apart and a pale hand clasped the brute's shoulder, "Anthony, that's the second time this week. Should I report this to Candela, and get her to reconsider the 'ban' she initially threatened you with?"

Anthony's face went slack with fear as he stepped to the side and turned to face the newcomer.

Initially it was a bit hard to assume their gender as they seemed fairly androgyenous, but with a more focused eye, they were more effeminate, based on their form and voice, so he'd settle on 'she'. The androgyne woman was five-foot-four in height, and sported a thin frame with modest curves and chest. She wore a long ice-blue twin-tailed trench coat with its collar being white and emblazoned with half a small magenta, circular symbol on each side. Underneath she wore a white, buttoned vest over a long-sleeve ultramarine turtle neck, and leather leggings of the same color, strapped to the high-heel of her light-blue dress shoes.

She was fair skinned with white-silvery hair brushed to the side and tied in a loose-low ponytail flowing at her back, and her eyes were a brilliant, piercing emerald that locked onto Grey's, completely ignoring Anthony for a moment, before blinking and giving the red uniformed moron a pragmatic stare.

Anthony stumbled on his words, "E-eh, oh uh, good evening ma'am, I was just trying to better my record and reputation by taking on the hero of Oldale himself," he stammered in a moronic voice.

"While I understand your reasoning for bettering a win-loss ratio, the reputation of someone is based on more than just quantifiable values. Winning against a starting trainer with a literal 0-0 win ratio won't do anything for your reputation or get you in Candela's good books."

So this apparent authority figure has already scouted me…I wonder how many people have done the same? Fucking media...

Anthony's nervousness shifted into an amused smirk as he turned on Grey, "Ha! What!? You've got a 0-0 ratio!? You haven't even battled officially, and yet you want to face Roxanne!?" He guffawed, "I guess the hero of Oldale isn't really worth my time after—"

"I beg to differ, Anthony."

The smug prick turned to her again with a raised brow, as she continued with a placid expression, "You really should pay attention and know when someone is giving you advice. I just said: 'reputation is based on more than just quantifiable values',"—she gestured to Grey—"Mr. Wilson here may be just starting out, but he already has an evolved regional starter, not to mention a rare pokémon to the region, on top of another being a rarity to these parts of it."

Anthony mumbled and was about to retort but—

"Also, the footage was clear and showed his combusken knocking out three full grown criminal men, before they could even react, regardless whether they had weapons or pokéballs or both. Such speed is quite impressive. I'd say it counts towards his experience, even if it's unofficial, and that's not considering his starter pokémon's current form, suggesting he's been in numerous unofficial battles that aren't even on his record…"

"Uh...Oh...B-but that's all the more reason—"

"To challenge him? Remind me, what's your official win-ratio again?"

Anthony just mumbled an inaudible figure sheepishly.

"Apparently not good enough to brag about, I've heard 'whismur' speak with more confidence."

Some snickering broke out in the crowd, and Grey felt like he was the only one who didn't get the joke. What the fuck was a 'whismur'? Apparently a shy pokémon, he assumed. He'd look it up later.

The silvery haired woman continued and for the first time showed subtle signs of annoyance on her immaculate fair visage, "Make another scene like this again, and I won't even bother Candela about it. I'll just prosecute you myself."

Anthony's eyes bulged in disbelief, "B-but you can't do that, I'm not even under your guild!" He blubbered out.

"Article 9, section 66.010 of Hoenn Regional Law, states that regardless of which guild you may belong to, lower or leading, you may be prosecuted not only by police, but also licensed 'leader guild constables' or any of the three leader guild masters, on the grounds of 'persistent public nuisance'. So I can and will do so, should you commit a third offense. I'm sure Candela will understand."

"Rrr...Fine..." Anthony grumbled before giving Grey a scrutinous glare and marched off into the city.

The, now apparent, authority figure gazed around at the crowd, "Everyone, please move on with your business, the issue is now closed. Mr. Wilson has already expressed his refusal to accept challenges for today, in favor of his pokémon getting recuperation. Move along now." She ordered, shooing them away with a wave of her wrist.

The people around quickly complied and scurried off back to their groups and business.

Grey had to admit...He was impressed by her crowd control skill and intelligible wit, not to mention the, clearly, anime-esque pigmentation of her hair and remarkably striking green eyes, all adding to the surrealness of her character...

"Thanks for that," he simply started.

She kept her placid expression, if only a tiny curl of her lip suggesting either amusement or a friendly disposition, "No problem. Just doing my duty, Mr. Wilson. Though, if you please allow me a question..." She stopped to wait for an answer.

Oh no, now it's my turn...

"Uh, with all due respect, I don't think I can refuse an authority figure, right?"

She blinked, "Apologies, I suppose my earlier disposition has caused a misconception. It's a personal curiosity that's outside of my duties. A more, 'social' one, if I may."

"Oh. Sorry, I didn't mean to come off as snide. Yeah, go ahead."

"First of all," she raised a slender hand, "my name is Blanche Whitburne; 'guildmaster' of the leader 'Mystic Guild' or 'Team Mystic' if you'd like. Welcome to Rustboro."

Whoa shit! Guildmaster? Like the fuckin' boss!?

No wonder they all respect her. She's the head of one of the biggest guilds in this region…

"Wow. I didn't think I'd run into the head of one of the leader guilds," he took her hand in a firm shake and almost flinched at how cold her skin was, "I'm Grey Wilson, Birch lab's pokémon lab trainer and assistant...But you already knew that."

"Indeed. I've actually been expecting your arrival to the city," she said in a casual flat tone.

...What?

His skin prickled at the statement, "Is...that so? Let me guess...Nurse Joy spilled the beans to officer Jenny and she to yourself. Right?"

He was about to withdraw his hand, but she held on with a surprisingly strong and frosty vice grip.

"Correct. I've been scouting you out since the Oldale news story. I believe we have much to discuss about this 'fake profile' of yours."

Now the hairs on his nape were erect in alarm.

She continued with a lobotomizing stare, as though she were peeling every layer away to slowly expose his secret, "So the question is...Who are you, really?"

He pulled his hand out of her grip, resisting the urge to rub it from the phantom cold, "I just introduced myself to you, and I don't appreciate your accusatory statement about my profile, Miss Whitburne. I'll have you know, it's a new profile since I've recently migrated from 'Carmonte Island'."

She raised a white brow, "Is that so?"

Grey puffed his chest in a show of being 'offended', "That's right. The only reason why my home region is labelled as Hoenn, is because Carmonte island isn't globally recognized as a region, but as an independent city-resort settlement, being an artificial island. Of course that 'was' the case until the owners went bankrupt and halted all operations, abandoning the island and leaving an economic mess for the rest of the settler families to deal with."

"Strange, I had not heard of this."

"And for good reason, it got so bad, that most of the settler's over the years migrated to other regions, leaving fewer and fewer left. We're a poor pseudo-region, Miss Whitburne, left to fend for ourselves in the wake of a financial depression. Quite frankly, having that on my profile would not only be detrimental to my social reputation, it would also make any future transactions and legal documentation impossible for me, due to my real home land not being an official region. So technically, I'm actually a refugee, and it's not identity fraud."

'I know we just set up a Hoenn profile for you, Grey; however, it's not foolproof as the date of registration will not match your age, and eventually they'll find out. I don't know any proficient hackers, so my associate enlisted you as a residential 'immigrant' from Carmonte Island within the government records, and not on your main profile. It's very hard to trace someone's record back to that place, and there are so few people of the newer generation born on that island, that the world's authorities don't even register it. So you'll need to read up on it and stick to a story...'

Grey gave her a glare with his final statement, "Is that good enough? Miss Whitburne?"

For a moment, Blanche's visage pinkened before returning to its fair tone, "I must apologize, Mr. Wilson."

"That's fine, I gues—"

"I had pegged you for a poor actor according to Jenny's first impression of you back in Oldale"

He was taken aback, recalling that awkward first exchange with the officer, "E-excuse me? I don't see how—"

"But I was mistaken, you're actually a lot better than I thought."

"...Ok I'm lost."

"Don't be. If you're good in Jenny's and Joy's books, I suppose you have your reasons for having such a profile. It's in my nature to be a little cautious. I sincerely apologize for my deceit of calling this a 'casual' question, I just had to catch you off guard. It's how I do things."

...Bitch!

"...So am I clear?"

"Indeed, and if you win your Gym match tomorrow, fulfilling the base requirements, I'll be glad to accept you into my guild. I believe you showed interest in joining one of the three leader guilds, yes?"

He gawked at her ridiculous detective skills "...How the hell—"

Blanche's lips curled further in amusement, "Nurse Joy from Oldale, and a 'good word' from the 'United society of archeologists'."

Alden...Of course…

I need to be very careful with what I speak about and especially to 'who'...Shit.

His shoulders slumped at being found out so easily, "Figures...What about the other two leader guilds? Actually, you're the perfect person to ask—"

"Of course I am, you wish to know about the leader guilds and each of their main agenda, aside from governmental assistance, correct?"

"R-right."

"Very well, it seems you're aware of our position as an exceptional authority as overseers of the Hoenn guild conglomerate, and the main governmental law enforcing agency of Hoenn, aside from the police. So I'll skip those details...The three leader guilds are Candela's 'Team Valor', Spark's 'Team Instinct', and of course, my own 'Team Mystic'. Each one has their own main public agenda, but don't doubt for a second that we have our own personal agendas as semi-private organizations as well. In this regard, I cannot speak for Teams 'Valor' or 'Instinct' as I don't really know what their personal agendas are. But I can—"

"Hold on."

"Yes?"

"I would have thought you three were in cahoots as the government's main public enforcers, how can you not share these personal agendas? Aren't you teammates in a sense?"

"A fine question, one that I can answer in more detail in the future if you so choose to join my guild. But I'll give a gross summary...You see, in the sense that we share authority and similar roles in terms of public law regulation, we are allies, in a way...But, in everything else? We're rivals vying for public influence to further our agendas, both main and personal. A crude comparison would be 'political parties' in a sense."

"I see...So what can you tell me about the main agendas?"

"Team Valor's main public agenda is to promote their research into the 'Primal power source' from which a pokémon draws its kinetic strength and elemental affinities. They believe that the pursuit of 'strength' for both humans and pokémon is what's most important for the future and survival of both species...Of course I can only surmise what their personal agenda is from this alone...Team Instinct's main public agenda is to promote their research into the 'natural intuition of pokémon from birth'. They believe that by raising human children and pokémon hatchlings together, given a correct hatching method of the latter, their stronger bond will help unlock secrets to hidden human potential, like that of 'Meta-humans', as well as improve relations with pokémon over the generations. Again, I can read between the lines of what they are 'actually' after."

"...And the Mystic Guild?" Attempted Grey.

"Care to take a guess?"

The ancient wall back at Oldale ruins came to his mind, and the strange mural that no one else saw, on top of the strange voice in the underground lake, and the random visions, all came to Grey's mind…

We have one that wants empowerment, the other that wants to emulate natural intuition...Meanwhile another seems to be quite weary of it's rival's goals...So the only thing left might be...

"It seems the research of the other two are entirely focused on the sole strength and capabilities of pokémon, and how they may benefit humanity in general...I can't be certain about your guild, but my guess is based on a mix between the overall theme of your guild, its name and a bit of wishful hope from me…"

Blanche eyed him curiously now, "Go on..."

"I want to believe that you're looking more into the 'pokémon's perspective' itself, what they truly experience as individuals, and how 'their' view of the world can broaden humanity's pitifully closed mind; to trigger an advancement, or evolution of their conscience..."

...Blanche blinked in surprise for a moment, with her mouth slightly agape before she just as quickly regained composure, "Mr. Wilson...It's your choice in the end to pick which leader guild you're most interested in."

"Not gonna' correct me?"

Instead of answering, Blanche glanced at the three pokémon waiting behind Grey, and then stepped to his side, brushing her arm with his as she stood on her toes and whispered, "Your answer just now confirmed my suspicions...Everyone else might think that you're training those three with long distance trekking...But I think you either dislike using their pokéballs—"

Grey didn't know whether his spine tingled due to her breath being so close to his neck, or the fact that this chick might have just figured him out completely with one single meeting.

"—Or because they're free, and have chosen to follow you…"

His breath stopped at her insanely accurate deduction. Obviously she was good at her job...Very good…

"And in case I didn't make it clear earlier...Though it'll be convincing to most; I think your 'Carmonte Island' story is complete bullshit."

Grey remained silent, unwilling to show too much reaction, but was struggling to refrain himself from just simply bolting in the opposite direction.

"I don't know who you really are, Grey...But one of the best ways to get by in this world? Is by being a trainer, dropping that pretentious 'neutral' crap, and joining the right side. The choice is yours...But whether it's tomorrow or another day, once you get your first badge,"—she grabbed his shoulder and squeezed it under her nails—"I strongly suggest you join the 'Mystic' leader Guild…"

"How do I know your guild is on the 'right' side?" He challenged half-heartedly.

"You don't...But I know for a fact, that if you miss this chance? You'll end up on the wrong side, obligated to serve a cause that goes against your beliefs...Either way, it won't be long before a 'Meta-human' like yourself gets caught and forced onto a side."

"How the—"

But she let go and walked away with a casual back-wave, "Choose wisely, Mr. Wilson. Though you might want to register for the league first at the pokécenter desk. I'll be watching your match tomorrow. Good luck," said Blanche without a second glance before the pokécenter's doors shut behind her…

His jaw clicked from his gaping after Blanche in absolute disbelief.

...How the fuck did she know!?

"Guess the meowth's out of the bag with that one, huh Grey?" Chimed in Ginger, stepping into view with an irritating smirk across her face. "So 'who are you' really?" She asked in a mock version of Blanche's voice. Joanna and Neva barely contained their giggling.

He closed his mouth and glowered at the fire-fowl, "Shut up, you're getting what you want anyway, I doubt it really matters to you at this point," he half-grumbled as he walked to the pokémon desk to register for the Hoenn league and see to their lodging for the night...He had a lot to think about...

...The next day, after a decent breakfast and thanking nurse Janet Joy, Grey decided to head for the department store with the girls in tow. Apparently the nurses of the region were all somehow related, near identical physically, and being of a long standing family lineage of doctors and nurses, with 'Joy' as their surname. Of course that meant the nurse in Oldale was named 'Joy Joy'. Was that part of the franchise's gimmick, or was this an apparent twist in the pokémon universe he found himself in? Either way, it was almost good enough to be a sneaky 'Jojo' reference right at the start. Shit that thing was viral back in the day…

If Grey didn't know any better, the Joy lineage was really a family of 'clones'...A creepy possibility...

They arrived at a large shopping mall that almost felt like home, with the cacophony of people waddling and bustling in and out of the place with two bags for every other big one dangling off their limbs; either theirs or their pokémon helpers, that is. It seemed crossing entire dimensions wasn't enough to shake mass consumerism off his tail. Whatever.

"What are we here for again?" asked Neva with a furrowed brow as she observed the other pokémon carry bags for their respective 'masters'.

"You know he can't answer you in this crowd, Neva, so his responses will be limited," said Ginger as she looked around the various stores.

"Right...I forgot, people aren't supposed to know about 'that'. So do 'you' know why we're here?"

"Apparently Grey wants a different look to debut in our first battle against a Gym leader. And I don't blame him, compared to many people, he looks like a street rat."

Grey growled in annoyance, unable to answer them.

Neva gave a dry laugh, "Ha! He does too, look at the frown he's giving us, he looks just about ready to shank someone, with the kitchen knife in his bag and all."

"Pfft—haha!"

Joanna popped in between the two, "Now, now, girls, Master's just a bit sensitive, I can relate to the need of looking well groomed, perhaps he'll attract a mate. No need to tease him so much," she hummed with a smile as she gazed up at him before being fascinated at some silky garments worn by mannikins at a women's clothing store.

The other two snickered at her comment, to Joanna's apparent confusion, "What? What's so funny? I was being serious."

They laughed even harder at her cluelessness, with Neva talking through her giggles, "Oh Arceus, as usual, you're such a slut Joanna."

"I say, how rude."

"If you girls were going to complain, I don't see why you didn't just wait at the gym, no one dragged you here."

"Behold, the man speaks," commented Neva with a grin.

"We're here to comment on your choice of clothing." Explained Ginger.

"Oh God…" He groaned.

"What? I want a trainer that looks the part but at the same time distinguishes himself. As you are? You look like a mugger."

"A mugger wearing a white jumper, really?"

"People are staring, Grey."

True enough, a group of shoppers near a handbag store gazed at him like he was a lunatic having a monologue with pokémon. He immediately put a finger to his ear in an act, "Yeah alright call me back later, and sure, the girls will behave." He glared at the amused trio, then checked the nosy shoppers who seemed convinced of his 'fake' earpiece.

Phew.

"Oh we are gonna' abuse the shit out of this, haha!"

Goddamn it…

After passing several shops that sold virtually the same 70's sporty get up he had a distaste for, he stopped at a store that held a neon sign at its front:

'Precog-wear'

He gazed at their display and was surprised to see a radically different fashion sense to most of the other shops. Grey walked in to find a variety of things reminiscent of the fashion of his time, but also beyond.

It was the sort of clothing inspired by futuristic art nouveau styles with long slender coats and complex striped patterns and organic fabric cuts. This, along with a mix of steam punk-styles with more thicker leathery pants that had square, leathery framed patchwork, and jackets with leather straps and industrial rings inserted into their shoulder.

This was obviously a store filled with avant garde designs of this current timeline.

Then Blanche came to mind, she seemed stylish yet pragmatic and formal; a visually strong statement overall.

It sort of reminded him of that guy from Yu-Gi-Oh, what's his name…Kaiba? Yeah, his look was a bit K-poppy, but it definitely made its point with a flare...And since he was in an anime universe...Why the fuck not? In a world full of oddballs and eccentrics, who was gonna' judge him here?

...After trying on several styles—not without the girls making a mockery of him for his taste—He settled with the get-up they least made fun of, but he made a few adjustments to finalize it.

Though Joanna was the most supportive, she was the least helpful critic, through the fact that she just liked everything he put on and because at one point she took a peek at him through the tryout curtains, running away upon getting caught and giggling at his embarrassment...Strange pokégirl…

Now, in the mirror of the trying room, stood a tall man wearing a high collared, long sleeveless, ultramarine vest coat with high shoulder pads. The coat sported silver studs lining each edge of the fabric, and the inside was an iridescent teal-purple. Underneath he wore a white long sleeve shirt tucked into the silver buckle of his belt and wore pants the same color as the vest coat, finishing up with black combat boots that had an exposed steel cap.

The most avant garde thing about his get-up was mainly the coat, really, and he preferred to wear it open. Everything else was casual in comparison, but at least it wasn't as tacky as 70s wear. And the color scheme suited the guild he planned to join, should he win the gym match today.

He walked out of the triers once again, expecting to be mercilessly teased...

...The curtain was drawn back, and out walked Grey. Ginger was surprised and for a moment didn't recognize him…

He was...striking.

"So how do I look?"

She only looked him up and down, not registering anything else at that moment. He was the only thing in the room and the only person that mattered. This was a trainer she could respect, and just from his presence...She knew he was the one that could aid her in her, admittedly mad, pursuit of greatness...

"Uh, Ginger?"

"Huh?"

Everything else in the room became visible, with her two colleagues and Grey gazing at her in confusion for the lack of response.

She jarred herself back to reality, "Oh...Yeah! Totally the look I can respect. Still distinguishable and classy, but also simple enough and to the point. Now you look the part. Way better than the other tacky shit you tried on. I vote yes." She raised an arm to illustrate her point.

"Yeah, now you look like you can murder with just your eyes." Stated Neva with a nod of approval.

"Oh yes, you look quite ravishing, master," purred Joanna, ogling him up and down with a sheen in her amethyst eyes.

Grey seemed surprised at the positive reception, "Oh, well then I guess that settles it. So you girls see anything you like at the pokémon section?"

They just shook their heads, with Neva shrugging, "Nah, we're comfortable in our own skin, unlike you humans. We don't really need garments."

He shrugged, "Ok, if you say so."

Ginger watched him pick out another set of the same outfit, probably for spares, and head to the counter.

The sneasel nudged her shoulder, "Oi. What was that?"

"What was what?"

Neva narrowed her red eyes, "You know what I'm talking about, you froze there for a second as soon as ya' looked at him."

She bristled as she looked away, crossing her arms, "I-I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Really? You could've given Joanna a run for her money with how you ogled him."

The salandit intervened, "She was just impressed, is all Neva, what's so wrong about that? Perhaps you're being jealous?" she hummed in amusement, eyeing the sneasel with a scrutinous slit eye.

The sneasel rose a claw, "Huh!? Jealous about what lizard bitch!?"

Joanna chuckled at her reaction and wagged a black finger, "Temper, temper, t'was a silly joke."

"Tch. Better be."

"Hey girls, come over here for a sec!" called out Grey.

Forgetting the issue, they bounded over to the counter, where Grey stood with a freckled young man of red hair who seemed to have a static, lazy blue eye staring into space while its neighbor observed them closely.

Ginger noticed Grey held four small accessories spread on his hands; one was a spiked black choker, another a necklace, a glove, and a dangle earring. They all had an empty slot in them. Grey also now wore a metal, bolted bracer on his right forearm with a similar empty slot. It made a final touch to his outfit.

"What are those?" enquired Ginger.

"I asked the cashier if they had any accessories for pokémon, apart from clothing, and these are all they have. They're new to the market. These particular accessories are made for holding these things called 'Mega stones'. Apparently they unlock a greater temporary evolution or something. But since the stones themselves are extremely expensive and hard to come by, I figured I might as well get you girls the accessories more for the looks than anything else, and if we find a stone, well, even better. Win-win."

Ginger gazed at the accessories.

Greater temporary evolution? I've never heard of that before...Weird. Though Grey seems disinterested and genuinely just cares about the looks.

"I guess, I like the choker," Blurted out Ginger, with her colleagues gaping at her. "What?" She demanded, annoyed at their gawking.

"I honestly expected that out of Joanna, not you," jeered Neva.

"Are you still on about that 'slut' thing?" Asked the salandit with hands on her hips.

The sneasel rolled her eyes and shook her head, "Forget it. I'll pass on the accessory, thanks anyway Grey."

"All good, what about you Joanna?"

"I guess the necklace would do nice, if it's all right, Master. I don't exactly have ears." She pointed at the necklace so that the clerk didn't suspect Grey's pokéspeech ability.

"Alright, I guess I'll just get all of them, in case we get additional members."

"You plan on adding more to the team?" asked Ginger, motioning to the extra items, following Joanna's example.

"Hmm? Well, eventually we'll need at least five-six members for the actual 'Ever Grande Conference' itself. Or do you plan on counting for two pokémon each? Technically I can bring six and anything under, or over one, but I wouldn't recommend doing either of those things. The first you're aware of, and the latter should be obvious."

"Oh...Good point."

It was true. If Grey had a full team, the lack of pokéballs due to his principle could backfire, resulting in travel difficulties and dangers that a pokéball could have otherwise been helpful in...So a decent number might be four. Five was stretching it. And Six was just a crowd due to first issue...Unless the fifth and sixth member were fliers, or perhaps—

The freckled clerk reared his head back in disbelief, "Wait...You're planning on taking on the entire league circuit?" he asked.

Grey eyed the clerk in caution, "Yeah why?"

"Oh...I just...Couldn't help notice your confidence, sir."

"Confidence? Isn't that what trainers typically do?"

"Well...To be frank, most just stop at one badge to join a leader guild, and only attempt a second if they want to achieve a guild accomplishment and increase their reputation...But to take on the entire circuit itself...is insanely difficult."

"What do you mean?"

Uh-oh...Not this shit again…

Ginger's chest became heavy as signs of her nightmare began manifesting...

"I mean...Only the best of the best make it, sir. Reason I know is, my cousin attempted the entire thing, he was a real hotshot too from our town...But…" The clerk just gazed away in thought, with his lazy eye looking straight ahead as the other flickered in contemplation.

"But what?" insisted Grey.

"Well, he gave up at the third gym in Mauville...He couldn't do it. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't..."

Ginger's heart sank.

The clerk continued, "After checking the overall average stats of Evergrande participants...Out of over 25,000 starting or experienced trainers in the region every year, only an average of 500-600 manage to earn their eight badges within the season...That's barely above 2% of the entire contestant population, which means a 98% rate of failure...After realizing that, he just quit."

Only 2%? Oh no, don't ask questions-don't ask questions—

"Why so little?"

Damn it, Grey! Why can't we just leave!? Why is this happening again!?

"Well, one factor is the difficulty. Think about it; every year, gym leaders have to face continuous streams of challengers, and on average they take on anywhere between 4-6 challengers a day, six times a week for the day off on sunday. On average? They'll dish out 26 unique battles a week, that's 130 matches a month, and 1560 per year, with that figure being almost identical to the amount of starter trainers coming out of said Gym's hometown or city, and most of which never even defeat their first gym leader. While the ones that do manage to win, count within the following gym's tally, with Sootopolis gym being ranked the hardest, yet having the least challenges in a year...This doesn't include rematches by the way, which are already far and few between. If we consider—"

"Less numbers and more point making, kid."

"Oh right...Sorry...It's just...Gym leaders are extremely tough to beat since they take challenges on a constant daily basis. Every year, if there isn't a new gym leader in said town? Chances are, they've already had a thousand battles to learn from, making it that much harder to move on...Most people that become trainers, if they're even skilled enough to get just one badge, remain in their leader guild until they have to renew their membership by once again winning a badge, and if they fail, they have to wait a whole week before trying again to give room for newer unique challengers to have a chance at moving on. Of course there's a limit to that too."

"Which is?"

Oh Arceus! Can this clerk just shut up!?

"A repeating challenger only has three chances to defeat the same gym within three weeks. If they fail a third time, for whatever reason, be it lack of skill, poor choice in team composition, poor luck in type matchup, or just straight up unlucky enough to barely lose the match...They're effectively eliminated from the pokemon league. And for those that try to renew their leader guild membership? If they attempt the same gym leader they defeated last time, chances are, that same gym leader, as well as the other seven in the region, are potentially over a thousand battles wiser than the previous year...It will undoubtedly be harder."

"Grey, can we leave now? We need to get to the gym—"

"Hold on Ginger, I'm getting valuable intel here."

"What's up bird brain? You look like you've seen a ghost," teased Neva, with Joanna only observing.

But Ginger ignored her, as her nightmare reared its ugly head in her mind, the past that she wanted to forget...It was coming back so soon.

Grey held a hand to his chin, "Tell me, kid, how long has Roxanne been at it? She seems fairly young-ish and quite preoccupied with her time as a teacher."

"Well, I suppose it's kind of a lucky year for those starting out from Rustboro, but not so much for beginner trainers, as she's been at the job for just over two months now. And considering her other occupation? I'd say she can only take two challenges a day, one during lunch time and another after work hours when she's done teaching, three tops if we count the saturday."

"So she's had well over a hundred matches already as a new gym leader. Interesting."

"Don't forget however, that she also teaches battling at the academy, so apart from practice, she has theoretical knowledge too, as well as experience outside of Gym battles. And the previous gym leader has probably passed down years of knowledge as advice to her."

"I figured that...Well shit, the League sure doesn't fuck around..." Mused Grey, more quiet and thoughtful than a few moments ago.

"No sir...If I can be honest? I think it's near impossible to complete the league circuit, and much less to even make it into the finals—"

No! Shut up...Shut up!

The red head leaned over the counter, apparently lost in his tale, "and we haven't even considered the dangerous trek through roadless paths towards the other towns and cities. Hoenn is a heavily jungled and mountainous region, not to mention volcanic on top of it all; filled with wild pokémon and all dangerous. Unless you have a fully evolved flying pokémon capable of carrying your weight? Or a rare psychic to teleport you across obstacles? The perilous off-roads and waters to certain cities can be deadly. I've seen news articles and heard many stories about trainers gone missing for weeks, only to turn up dead in all sorts of gruesome ways...Some families even end up burying empty caskets…"

Ginger couldn't bear to watch as this freckled mongoloid kept spewing his demotivating garbage at Grey…

"And of those that are found alive, resuscitated and treated for any injury; live with terrible traumas for the rest of their lives...Some even commit suicide afterwards, unwilling to live with how much they lied to themselves and their pokémon partners about how they could be 'the very best like no one ever was'...And the one's that don't? They live to tell this very same story...My cousin's one of them—"

The red head pulled out a calligraphy fountain pen from his pocket, and aimed its sharp tip at his lazy eye.

What the hell…

The pointy tip of the pen was an inch away from his lazy-static eye.

Whoa, whoa! What's he doin—

'Tap'

'Tap-Tap'

The clerk repeatedly tapped his 'glass' lazy eye with the tip.

"—And so am I, sir...I'm one of the reasons they raised the starting age limit to 15..."

No! Arceus damn it, no! No!

She could only imagine Grey's look of terror, disappointment or doubt...

Don't look-don't look-Don't look-Ah—

She couldn't resist and had to gaze at...Grey's completely calm visage.

If anything, he looked a bit annoyed.

Huh?

Her trainer sighed, "Tell me something, kid."

"Y-Yeah?"

Ginger observed the clerk's raised brow in befuddlement at Grey's calm demeanor, and quite frankly, she was just as confused.

"When you applied for your job at this store, how many others applied at the same time?"

"...Uh...Well, I'm not sure but I do know we get at least fifty applicants during the year, why?"

Grey smirked, "Let's hypothetically say that there were forty-nine other applicants for this store when you applied for this position, making you the fiftieth...You with me?"

"Yeah, I don't see how this—"

"Yet you're the one that got the job. You're here, right?"

"So?"

Grey held up two fingers.

"So, you said 'during the year' meaning you've been here at least for that long...considering that any one of those applicants could have been chosen, worked and kept this position for as long as you have…Out of all of those applicants, there was a 2% chance you would get the job, and a 98% chance of failure…"

The clerk's only eye widened at the statement, "But, that's totally irrelevant to the trainer numbers we're talking about here!"

Grey continued shaking his head, "No matter what the circumstances are or the scale of the numbers, the rule of 'self-similar probability' remains the same…Trust me, I know how hard it is to get a job in the city."

The clerk only gaped at him in wonder and looked at the floor in an evident attempt to wrap his head around what he was just told, before gazing at him again.

Grey tilted his neck up sky high, exposing the area underneath his jaw and the beginning of his neck.

Ginger was horrified as he traced a ragged, angry scar stretching from above his larynx, toward his left under jaw.

In any other circumstance, she would never have noticed the dangerously placed scar on her trainer…It looked as though someone stabbed him with an object and dragged it right across—She blinked the horrific thought away.

What the hell has he been through?

"Word of advice, kid."

The freckled young adult was agape in speechlessness as the raven haired man returned to making eye contact.

Grey placed the money on the counter, and leered at him with an amused grin...

"Don't scare off your customers."

With that, he picked up the bags with the merchandise, and strode out of the store with the girls breaking out of their stupor and clambering behind.

Ginger quickly arrived at his side, "Grey."

"Yeah?"

"What was that about the 2% thing?"

He frowned, "...It was me telling another little demotivator to go fuck himself, I'm sick of people telling me or insinuating what I can and I can't do, like that prick Marcus…"

"Who's Marcus?"

Grey flinched in surprise, almost misstepping but caught himself, "No one...Now let's get these back to our room at the pokécenter lodge and get to the gym pronto. We're fucking winning this thing today."

He's really taking this seriously...I wonder…

Is he...doing it for me? Or...Is he doing it because he has no particular aim, and truly wants to give it a go? Just for the sake of it?

Maybe he believes he may as well, considering the money involved?

Or is it because he wants to keep that 'information' the chimecho has a secret? He seems a bit more motivated than 'that'...

It didn't matter what his intent was, because he looked to be accepting reality, as he suggested a few days earlier...Of course the question remained and nagged her mind for a while…

'You're free in your own fucking world!'

As Blanche asked him earlier…

Who was Grey, really?

…

...The crowd's roars were muffled by the erected barriers of the referee's Mr. Mime. A Creepy clown-like-mime looking fucker it was, and remarkably human shaped. But it seemed to have a friendly disposition at the very least.

The indoor arena was a basketball sized, randomized mess of rock mounds and spires on a sandy, dust-ridden floor; much like a cave would be, sans the bright arena lights illuminating everything from above.

Grey stood on one side of the arena, arms folded, staring into the boulder littered field and locking eyes with a smiling Roxanne on the other side, through the only straight clearing between the rocks.

—"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to a special league debut match, brought to you by the PA, Rustboro municipality and broadcasted live by Devon Corp. Today's battle, sponsored by the League organizers, features a matchup between our very own Gym leader and Rustboro academy's most revered teacher, Roxanne Rachaels!"—

The crowd roared and if it wasn't for the barrier, it would have been deafening.

—"Vs, the newcomer, Birch labs' assistant and trainer representative, as well as the hero of Oldale himself, coming in fresh and brand new, debuting on his very first official league match, and not to mention against a Gym leader! Wow! What a daredevil! We have yet to see someone so audacious yet so heroic! Let's give a warm welcome for Mr. Grey Wilsooon!"

Announced the commentator with wild enthusiasm to spice things up.

The audience cheered and applauded, some yelling their approval of his actions at Oldale and others encouraging him to give it his all and not make it too easy for Roxanne; despite him being the challenger, the overall reception was quite reassuring and inclusive for the most part.

He scanned the crowd on either side for a few moments and sure enough located Blanche, standing in stark contrast against a dark wall by one of the arena entries.

Sure, no pressure...tch.

"Are you ready, Grey!? I know this is your first official battle, but I saw how capable you are from the news, 'hero', don't expect me to go easy!" called out Roxanne with a grin and a wave.

"Fair enough, I wouldn't want you to. I'll do my best as well, teach'."

The referee, dressed in a yellow top and black shorts, came up to the middle of the arena, waving two red flags up, "Trainers! This will be a one on one, singles match. You may use up to three pokémon from your personal team. The Gym leader cannot substitute pokémon but can pick any pokémon from their full team. Only the challenger may substitute pokémon, but must 'lock in' only three choices before the match. The trainer with the last pokémon standing will be declared the victor! Gym leader, choose your first combatant!"

Roxanne tossed a pokéball onto the field, "Go, Lily!", and with a red plasmatic flash, whirring into full existence was some kind of barnacled flower with four stubby feet or roots, a thick yellow stem that held a bulbous funneled head and eight pink petal-tentacles poking out of it, as well as two glowing eyes within the funnel shell. It resembled a sea flower one would find on the ocean floor.

Grey had studied Roxanne's average roster, and identified it as 'Lileep, the sea lily pokémon', being a 'Grass-Rock' type.

I see, since I told her what typing Joanna is, she's provoking me to use her...Good, I counted on that.

Another referee came to Grey's side with a touch-screen tablet in her hand, glancing at his team standing behind him, "Challenger, which three pokémon will you lock in?"

"They're my only partners; combusken, sneasel and salandit."

"Very well, if you wish to keep your standby pokémon out of their pokéballs to watch, they need to wait outside of the barrier. Please state your starting pokémon. Remember, you are able to switch out, so this is not a disadvantage for yourself."

Grey turned to his team, "I already have a game plan, do you two mind if Joanna comes out first?"

"Nope. Go ahead, you're the trainer." Commented Neva, with Ginger agreeing and Joanna clapping in excitement.

"Cool, you're up Joanna, you know what to do."

"Of course, master," she said with an evil smirk curling her black serrated snout and murderous glee in her slit eyes, playing with her new necklace. In a twisted way, he approved of her expression and couldn't help the edge of his lip curling in response.

The salandit stepped forward onto the field, opposite of the lileep, and the crowd 'oohed' at the unique sight of the Alolan native. Obviously Joanna revelled in the attention, even posing on two legs, as she preferred to be on for casual walking, before returning to all fours in her battle stance, and readying herself.

The side-field referee called out, "Trainers, ready! Three, two, one,"—he swung the flags to the ground—"begin—"

Joanna jumped off the ground and swiftly bounded off the rocks toward her opponent—

"Lily! Astonish—"

"Sucker punch," Countered Grey with Joanna becoming a dark blur in her momentum, and before Lily could rear its head to bellow out, the lizard zoomed in and smashed her dark shrouded fist against her enemy's shell with a resounding crack, toppling the sea lily over across the ground.

Roxanne waved an arm, "Now! Wrap!"

"K-Flame."

Roxanne look confused at the attack name while Joanna opened her maw, and before Lily could wrap its elongated tentacles around her, the toxic lizard released a hissing gout of purple flame right into her opponent's face, causing the sea lily to reel backward and let out a horrible shriek in pain with its charred funnel-shell smoking, and its petals producing angry vile blisters as they visibly withered.

It didn't stop there, more of its head shell began cracking and sizzling as it quickly began corroding into sand while the poor rock-plant pokémon rolled on the floor in sheer agony.

"What...what have you done!?" asked Roxanne wide eyed in shock.

Grey called out, "I suggest recalling Lileep and giving it an antidote. 'K-flame' is a dual-type move; fire and poison...Only the salandit genus are capable of using it, as far as I know anyway. The reason for its name is that potassium on the periodic table of elements is represented by the letter 'K'."

The gym leader gasped.

He grinned, "That's right, Roxanne, you should know that potassium chlorate flames release hydroxide gas, which is absolutely deadly and corrosive to plants as well as most other things. Recall Lileep; Right now it's incapable of registering commands."

"Rreee!" screeched out the rock-grass type.

On the outside, Grey was glad it worked, but deep down, he felt sick.

He hated how he caused such a fragile looking thing to suffer...But it was necessary if he wanted to make a difference...

The referee, looking pale at the sight, waved his flag frantically "L-lileep is unable to battle! The winner of the first round is salandit!"

Roxanne rushed over with an antidote, covering her mouth with the collar of her jacket and sprayed her pokémon multiple times, causing it to flail around in reaction to the solution, most likely from the stings. She raised the pokéball and called it back, converting it into energy once more before standing up, with her brows furrowed in disgust.

—"Oooh! Oh my lord! It hasn't even been a minute, yet Lileep is out and down in a flash by a strange unique attack! Our Gym leader is already down a pokémon! Wow! What a scary pokémon debut from a new species! And ouch, can it really burn!"—

The crowd was divided in its reaction, some cheered while others booed at the sudden violent outcome.

Roxanne stared at Grey in disapproval as she walked within talking distance, "You do know I brought my class to watch this right?"

Grey looked around the arena and raised a brow.

"If we speak low enough, they can't hear us through that barrier."

"Uh-huh, I see the line of rugrats up there, you're point?"

"My point is, such excessive violence isn't sportsman like!"

"Excessive violence? For a teacher, you're sounding quite contradictory. I'd choose your words with care, miss Rachaels."

"Excuse me?"

"Take a look around you."

Her rose eyes glanced around at the audience; he continued, "See how most of them are entertained? Sure, some might be in just as much disapproval as yourself, but you don't see them getting up from their seats and leaving, do you?"

She glanced back at him, "Of course they wouldn't, they paid to see the event, that's how the Gym and PA with the League funds all of its faculties."

"Ah, so they pay to see violence then, correct?"—Grey shrugged—"well I'm just giving them what they want. Also, I promised you I'd show your class what salandit are capable of first hand, and my promise has been delivered. And speaking of sportsmanship, I don't recall breaking any rules. Joanna won fair and square, right honey?" he asked the salandit who nodded and seemed delighted at the nickname.

"Oh and one more thing," he said, gazing back at Roxanne.

"What?"

He flicked out the card she had given him, "Nice try with the tracking device on this little number, I gather you wanted me to work for you at some point, being who I am and from Birch labs, no less. It's the only reason, apart from tracking me, that you'd give me this card...Well, here's my answer..."

He pegged the card on the ground, "Oh sweety, be a dear and burn the fuckin' thing."

Joanna bounded over toward the card and spouted out a small ember, burning the cardboard to a crisp, to reveal a thin crumpling metallic slip from within...It was the tracker.

He glared at the gym leader, "I don't know where you got your information about me from, apart from the news, to make you so desperate to track my movement. Is it the salandit? Is it me? Is it something else entirely? Either way...I can't stand a nosy boss."

"...Why so much enmity?"

"Because I can't stand the hypocrisy that a flawed system infects its society with. For decades, maybe more, it's been feeding them this idea that pokémon retain a free will within a device specifically designed to contain them. But is that really true?"

"What? Ignorance! The pokéball is designed to only hold them in a stasis and nothing more!"

"And why do they have to be in a stasis? Why can't they roam about freely? What, you think it's just so they don't suffer through status conditions? Please...Aren't you also a fossil specialist? If so, you'd know by now that humanity has lived alongside pokémon long before we came along, and I doubt they had such technology like you have today."

"But aren't 'you' using pokéballs? Where do you keep your pokémon?"

He smirked at her as he opened his jacket to reveal nothing on him, sans a combat knife. She seemed confused.

"Oops, must have forgotten them back at the pokécenter," he said with a coy grin.

She gaped at him in understanding, "What...You mean…I don't understand, h-how..."

"And to think you're indoctrinating children into actually believing that brainwashing these beings within the devices is completely fine, without giving them a chance to decide for themselves...You disgust me."

"I see...I guess you're no use to 'us' then...In that case, I can't let someone like you continue on...I was going to give you a chance and use geodude and my other nosepass, but I've reconsidered…"

'Us'? Interesting...

"Go ahead, I don't need pity from anyone. Isn't that why this gym system exists in the first place? To filter out the weaker trainers? Oh I see...You play easy on some of the weaker ones and harder on some more potential trainers, so that the top trainers of the region look even more godlike next to everyone else every time they win, ensuring total respect and control of the people. Meanwhile, their pokémon are seen as the brainwashed tools to get them there."

"Such devilry and blasphemy! I've had enough. Mr. Wilson, prepare yourself...Because I'm going to crush you, and I'll do it three times if I have to in order to keep a freak like you out of the league!"

He folded his arms and narrowed his eyes into a venomous glare, "Do your worst, teach'."

She walked back to her spot at the opposite end of the arena, yanked out a pokéball and tossed it in the air, "Go Gravy!"

The energy coalesced into the device's occupant, and it landed with a harsh impact on the ground, lifting some dust. Standing at a little over a meter in height, was a round, bipedal boulder with four arms, articulating their three fingered limbs. It gave a smug grin while furrowing its rocky brow and sending a mean look of its pinprick black eyes.

With how heavy the landing was, it must've weighed at least a hundred kilos or more.

What the hell? According to her gym profile, she has Geodude in her roster...but not its evolved form, Graveler...What gives? Did she evolve it recently?

"I can see you're confused Grey! We gym leaders are amongst the top trainers in the region, and we do more than just one battle per day and dozens during the week, you didn't think we only had a single team for all those occasions, did you?"

"Of course not, but to think it wouldn't appear in your profile...I guess that's how you catch your challengers off guard then, eh? Nice gimmick."

"Challenger! Do you wish to substitute?" Asked the referee from the side.

"No."

Roxanne raised a brow at that, "You sure about not swapping her out, Grey? I'll remind you that a graveler's dual-typing is Rock and Ground, a direct counter to the unique Fire-Poison typing of your salandit."

"Spare me your handicaps, I'm not about to arm you with an excuse for your loss today."

She chortled and shook her head with a grin, "You still have much to learn, Grey. Maybe you should take one of my courses on dual-types."

I'm fully aware that if Joanna gets hit by a ground-type attack, she'll be out hard…

Joanna gazed back at him and nodded.

She knows this too.

"Begin!"

"Rock polish!" Commanded Roxanne, with the boulder pokémon's rough jagged edges re-aligning themselves into smoother and more glossier stone. Grey didn't know what that was, but he gathered it improved aero-dynamic movement—

"Confuse Ray." He countered, with Joanna approaching her enemy and pressing her hands to her temple, unleashing a purple translucent, pulsating wave that swiftly shimmered in the air toward the graveler.

The now glossed rock creature quickly rolled to the side as though it weighed half less than it did—

"Bulldoze into Rollout!" A sandy aura covered Gravy as he slammed the ground with his body, shaking Joanna off her feet and slowing her down, before the rock-ground type continued its roll in a burst of speed, catching her off-guard but—

"Poison fang!" With a smack, the salandit was tossed across the field, though not before dragging her poison-lined fangs across the graveler's hide, leaving an oozing, bubbling gash that melted into its body. Suddenly Gravy grunted in pain, and a good chunk of his body, where he had collided with Joanna, was bright red and sizzling like it were super-heated. It was about to move but it coughed out a cancerous glob of dark fluid from his mouth with confusion lacing its expression.

—"Ohh! What an impact on the salandit, sending it flying away with a rollout, but what's this? Just from touching it, and from the bite it left behind, Graveler is both burnt and poisoned! And from the looks of it, badly too! Wow! That salandit sure is packing some heat!—

Grey cringed at the announcer's reference, "Oi Joanna, you good!?"

She got up on wobbly legs, but gave him a nod and shook off her weariness. But she wasn't fooling him, the Rock-energy from Rollout was super-effective against her Fire-make up. She must've been rattled from an impact like that to boot. They couldn't make any more reckless moves.

"Shake it off Gravy and Rollout again!" The boulder pokémon complied, pushing through the inconvenience as he tucked his arms in and cannon-balled toward the lizard.

"Smog 'n' hide!" Joanna released a miasma of dark purple smoke and dived in, with the graveler rolling to a stop in the middle of it, coughing out even more. The sizzling of the burn was audible from where Grey was standing.

Good, now it's just a matter of hide and seek for the tick damage to eventually take him down—

"Nice try! Sandstorm!"

What!? He knows that!?

The smog was abruptly twirled about with some wind picking up around where the Graveler was, the dirt flew about in glimmering flakes under the arena lights, before the entire area between Grey and Roxanne was covered in a swirling storm of dust and sand, rendering the smog into nothing but wisps before it faded completely.

Grey barely made out Joanna who seemed heavily affected by the storm as she grunted in pain.

Shit, must be a T.M move.

"Hang in there Joanna! Heatwave! Full power!" She opened her maw and unleashed a powerful glowing wave of shimmering hot air against the sand, super-heating it into a blast of glass and spraying it all over Graveler who was focused in conjuring the sandstorm to its completion. The boulder-creature grunted in pain as his burn was worsened by the attack. He gagged on the black fluid drooling out of his mouth, before he could complete the sand-storm. It was only a matter of time.

Roxanne looked a bit worried before waving an order, "She's right where we want her! Rock slide, now!"

"Shit, swerve around and use Flame Burst!"

The Graveler grabbed hold of a huge rock twice its size with its four muscular limbs, pulled it out for the sand to sink in its place, and pegged it at the lizard who struggled to move and in her blindness, fired out the flame burst, missing completely as the boulder crashed against her right flank with a sickening crunch resounding through the storm, that made Grey's stomach turn.

"Joanna!"

He focused his vision and made out her figure, barely sitting up on the ground gripping her leg with a grimace.

Roxanne was about to call out another command but—

"Ref! Stop the round! She can't battle," called out Grey, with Roxanne stopping mid-pause.

The referee tilted his head in confusion but nodded and waved a flag up.

"Salandit is unable to battle, Graveler wins this round."

The crowd applauded while some murmured in confusion at Grey's odd decision. He picked out a super potion from his back-pack and walked onto the field, beckoning Joanna to come out of the still ongoing sand-storm.

She did so on all threes' with a limp on her fourth leg that dragged along loosely, leaving a trail of blood on the sand. His chest went heavy at the sight but he steeled himself as much as possible.

"Sit still, let me spray you with this."

"O-ok." She said, gazing at him with eyes glossed over as she winced from the potion's antiseptic. Already her leg seemed better

"Great job out there, that should take care of the cuts and superifically heal any bone fractures. Don't put pressure on the leg."

"Why did you stop the round?"

"Because I'm not about to let you get hurt uselessly. I know the ending of a fight when I see one. Rest and I'll take you to the pokécenter later."

She blinked a few times before she looked away with a smile, "You're sweeter than you let on, master."

He flushed and stuttered for a moment. He'd never have expected an alluring voice like hers using that sentence for him of all people. What a strange world.

"Eh. Thanks, I guess. Neva! You're up!"

The sneasel blinked her white lashes nervously from outside the barrier at the other end of the arena. He nodded confidently with Ginger next to her doing the same, and she seemed reassured. The teal claw-pokémon bounded over to him, passing Joanna who bid her good luck.

He got up from his crouch, not willing to make everyone wait, less it be seen as cheating for the DoT damage…

— "And just like that, the mystifying and hardy new pokémon species takes a graceful exit with our Hero showing an unexpected tender side to him! What a guy!—

Some people awed at the comment, while others cheered.

—"Next up is a dicy and icy dark Sneasel for Wilson to bring into the mix! Rare to this part of Hoenn indeed! What a treat folks! Meanwhile we have Roxanne's Gravy not looking too hot despite his victory, but it's yet to be decided!"—

"About time you brought out your next pokémon, nice attempt at stalling for the burn and poison, Wilson!" Chided Roxanne.

He narrowed his gaze, "Remind me, Rachaels, can it still be considered a challenge for a gym leader if they scout out their opponent to the last detail before the match? I think this is a good compensation for the lack of surprise..."

She only furrowed her brow in response.

"Trainers! Ready! Three, two, one...Begin!"

"Neva, he's slow, open with a Metal claw!"

Braving the sand storm as it buffeted her, the sneasel launched herself at the graveler at a considerable speed with her extended and steely honed claws—

"Magnitude!" called out Roxanne.

"Jump Neva!"

Gravy stomped the ground with his stubby feet right as the sneasel soared through the air and sliced across the graveler's polished rocky side with a metallic shriek, eliciting a howl in pain from the hardy rock-ground type, before creating some distance again.

Grey capitalized on the graveler's weak state, "Now, Ice shard!"

Neva breathed in and flash froze the flying sand in front of her into chunks of ice while blasting them out at the Graveler, but—

Roxanne was alarmed at her pokemon's condition, "Evade and use Stealth rock!"

Thanks to the sandstorm providing cover and Graveler's 'sand veil' ability, the rocky being rolled out of the way before waving his arms about with a pewter aura encircling his limbs. He looked just about ready to faint from the burn and poison which oozed out of his mouth, injuries and left eye, but he hung on.

The gravel-bodied thing was a tough son of a bitch, Grey would give him that, but it had to end, "Finish him with another Metal claw."

As soon as Neva approached the graveler, Grey barely made out a grin creeping out on Roxanne's face—

Hmm?

"Now, Self-destruct!"

"What!? Neva abort! Get away!"

The sneasel barely caught on and slipped on some gravel as she noticed Gravy replicating his trainer's grin and glowed a pale yellow. She clambered backwards as fast as she could.

The graveler let out a deafening explosion that sent chunks of rock flying everywhere, Grey covered himself, but a barrier from the Mr. Mime ref behind him protected him from the devastating debris that cracked against it with rattling force. But what about—

"Neva! Oi!"

The sandstorm somehow kept going, but as the dust and smoke was filtered out of the shifting whirlwind of sand, he could make out the limp form of the fainted graveler, being returned to its pokéball. But no sign of the sneasel.

"Neva!"

His heart sank in worry, but his neck snapped to a moving mid-sized rock nearby. Having been under it and tipping it over, was Neva, with several scrapes and bleeding cuts lining her entire body. But she seemed okay overall, no noticeable limping or anything as she got up. If anything, she was heaving in exhaustion from her race backward.

"Oh thank fuck...You alright!?" He called out.

"Yeah...I'm still good to go. Fucker almost got me though."

Roxanne looked a bit miffed, but seemed satisfied as she pulled out her next pokéball.

"Sneasel is the victor of this round with Graveler having self-destructed," announced the ref.

As the yellow sheen of the ref Mime's barrier came down, Grey gave Roxanne a furious glare, "Have you no fucking shame? Causing your pokémon to self-destruct? You could've killed Neva, not to mention your graveler."

She smirked, "Oh relax Grey, Gravy's been trained extensively to know his limits and what his opponent should be capable of handling. It's a perfectly viable tactic in this scenario."

Grey snarled in repulsion at the act.

"Disgusting...To think you're a teacher. I won't be subscribing to your services anytime soon..."

"Says the relentless toxic user."

—"Wow! What a blast! In a final act of denial, succumbing to the effects of the salandit's poison-burn, the tough customer of a graveler tried to take down the sneasel with him through a sudden 'self-destruct', but the feisty speedy claw-pokémon managed to outrun and shield itself with a slab of rock, surviving the round! Amazing reflexes from both trainer and pokémon! And now our gym leader is left with one pokémon against two! Who will she pick this time!?—

The crowd applauded and cheered for both contestants, getting stirred up and wild. Was this what they desired? Exploding pokémon? The sight of pokémon bleeding for their trainer's whims?

He had to admit, there was a thrill to the adrenaline, and he was no stranger to that. But...Grey shook his head.

No. If it wasn't for Ginger's black mail tactic…

"Grey!" called out his opponent.

He glowered at her, "What is it now?"

"This is where it ends. You'll never defeat this next pokémon. And you can bet that you've never seen it before."

What?

She launched a bluish-red ball into the air and unleashed its resident in a brilliant glow of red light that formed into a massive thick shape.

Oh no…There's nothing in her records matching that shape…

The thing landed with a reverberating thud right in the middle of the sandstorm with its impact shaking the entire arena, and parting the sandy wind for a moment, revealing itself.

It was the most bizarre thing Grey had seen yet; this pokémon made shiftry look like a commonality, and judging by the impact of its landing, it must've weighed at least three hundred kilos or more!

It was a blue-slate colored, monolithic object, almost as thick as its two meter height, with a large red nose almost as long as its body. Two blue eyes sat at the top of the nose bridge, covered by a round cylindrical red head adornment. More bizarre yet, there were iron filings or debris that were attracted to its nostrils, looking like an odd parody of a bushy moustache. It floated off the ground in defiance of its obvious three-hundred-and-some kilos by some magnetic force if the three smaller, blue mini-versions of itself floating around it were anything to go by...

Basically it was a floating moai statue with a moustache and actual eyes, with mini-clones of itself floating around it…

Not what he was expecting. It seemed the creators of pokémon went quite a different route for this generation…

"What the fu—"

—"What is this!? Another rare species debut!? We have never seen Roxanne use this pokémon! Where has she been hiding this big boy!? What is it!?"—

The crowd went wild at the new sight.

Grey fished out his pokédex and attempted a scan:

—No data found—

Ah shit.

"This is Humphrey, my—previously—nosepass. According to the science community forums, this pokémon is a 'Probopass', the evolved form of 'Nosepass'. About a week ago I noticed that my nosepass was heading for a strong magnetic signature that developed near some mountains. So we decided to train there, and after a while of doing so, he suddenly evolved right then and there! I wanted to train with him more extensively before ever using him in a battle, but for you, Grey? I'll make an exception and show you first-hand how powerful he is." Roxanne waved her arms up at the crowd and called out so they could all hear, "What you're looking at is one of Hoenn's very first evolved nosepass, a 'Probopass'! A Rock and Steel type!"

After some oohing and photo flashes, the crowd went ballistic.

—"Whoa! Hear that folks!? Roxanne's just treated us all to a rare sighting! We'll be talking about this moment for generations! Two new species debut in one match! Have you seen anything like it!? How will Grey match up against such a formidable and mysterious opponent? Might the tables flip right around with this new unexpected entry?"—

Honestly, it just might, both its types are effective against ice...Fuck.

The thing was concealed once again as the sandstorm reformed itself around it.

The referee walked from the outside of the Mime barrier and raised his flag, "Trainers! Ready! Three...Two...One, Begin!"

"Go for a Night slash." Neva seemed unsure and shaken by the new threat, as well as the constant sting of the sandstorm, but she soldiered on, generating a dark pulsating aura on her extended claw. She closed in and attempted a short-range slash, but to Neva's disbelief, she lost grasp of the energy and failed the attack.

"Don't let her speed intimidate you! Go Humphrey! Rock Tomb!" The pokémon let out an eerie grumbling whir of a response as it was bathed in a pewter aura, which resulted in the sudden movement of several rocks of varying sizes being pulled out by some invisible force, and were launched into the air, before coming back down in a controlled cluster.

Neva scrambled around the area, attempting to dodge all of them as they came cascading and crashing back on the sandy ground, but a smaller one clipped her leg with another larger one striking her on the side, eliciting a yelp in pain from her, before the rock embedded itself on the ground beside her.

She found herself surrounded by a forest of rocks jutting out, with no clearing in sight.

Grey realized the renewed landscape would limit the sneasel's speed and maneuverability.

Damn...She'll just have to face it head on in that case.

Roxanne waved an order, "Now, use the same rocks for a Rock Slide!"

"Icicle crash!" Grey countered, and before the statuesque pokémon could begin moving the boulders, Neva used the sands of the storm to quickly form a large chunk of ice and hurled it at the probopass. It crashed into the bridge of its nose, with the icicle splintering around it, causing the rock-steel type to flinch and lose its concentration.

Neva jeered at it but was silenced by a spray of rocks from the sandstorm in response, "Agh!"

That sandstorm really is bad news, the only time she can get away from it is approaching the thing right in the middle, but that's way too dangerous.

"Go! Get it while it's distracted with another Night slash!" Neva shook off the sand and complied with renewed confidence. This time the energy became solid and secure around her elongated claw as she sprinted toward the living monolith.

"Thunder wave!"

Huh!?

As soon as Neva was in range, unleashing the night slash and leaving a gash on the side of the probopass who seemed indifferent about it, the three little floating nose-clones came zooming in at her in defense of their main body and encircled her from above in a spinning formation, releasing a net of electric charges, catching the sneasel in it.

Neva yelped as she was electrocuted briefly by the attack and stunned, paralyzing her on the spot.

"That fucking thing can use electric attacks? Are you kidding me?"

"What's the matter Grey? Didn't know about the magnetic properties of nosepass? It shouldn't be that surprising."

"Yeah, but to think it'd be that proficient at it with sheer magnetic force alone."

"Oh you've seen nothing yet...Charge up, Humphrey!"

Taking its time in the face of a paralyzed opponent, the moai-look-alike masterfully began conducting electricity around its body.

Shit shit shit, how the fuck can I deal with that!?

Grey thought furiously before noticing the fingers of electric energy spiking out from the ground below the probopass, right where he was floating…

Magnetic force...Electricity...That's it!

"Neva! Fight through it and freeze the ground all around the probopass!"

Neva grunted and growled through her spasming muscles, proceeding to touch the ground and infuse it with Ice energy. She didn't know what Grey had planned, but she trusted his judgement. With a shimmer, ice crawled out from under her clawed-limbs and through the ground, spreading under and all around the area beneath the floating statue.

As soon as it covered the spot beneath him, the electrical current around the stone giant ceased, and he crashed on the icy floor with a crack. The probopass blinked several times in surprise as he couldn't physically move without his magnetic propulsion. The only things that were still hovering about in jerky annoyed movements were the mini-noses Humphrey could still manage to control.

Roxanne gaped at the situation for a moment in surprise.

"Now there's no feasible way your probopass can use electric attacks. Neva just froze the whole area around him, he can't even move now. I've realized he's a master at electro-magnokinesis, of course in order to generate electrical currents, he's quite reliant on Earth's natural electro-magnetic field. She just effectively blocked off his source of electricity with ice, a natural insulator."

"Clever...But I still have her where I want her. Stone edge!"

"Dodge Neva!"

...She tried to move but it was hopeless, she could barely take a step. She wasn't strong enough. Her heart thumped in her chest as the ground beneath her rumbled.

Oh crap! I've gotta' move! I can't fail Grey so soon! Damn it!

Just as she moved, a rock jutted out from beneath her and hot pain flashed on her short snout, whipping her head back. The arena lights came into view. She was weightless and her head spun with agonizing numbing pain on her jaw.

Time stopped as the ceiling lights flew past her.

Is this it? Is this all I'm capable of?

'Useless Sneasel! Don't you know any dark-attacks!? Damn it! Aqua administration just had to give me a dud...'

Cloey was right...I'm useless. I couldn't even get out a proper night slash attack, like that fighting-type…

'Grey's right, you need to really focus your emotions into the attack.'

Sorry Ginger, your lessons didn't come through...I couldn't get out a dark-type attack when Grey needed me to…

She recalled the training back in the woods the other day, having been inside the thick, dark smog cloud Joanna had made, shrouding her in darkness while Grey instructed her from outside.

'You need to tie down your turbulent emotions and focus them into something productive...Darkness is the most ancient of all elements. It existed before the light, before space, and even before time...Even now, it's everywhere, waiting for the moment space collapses on itself and for every light in the universe to be snuffed out for the existence of time itself to be null and void...Only Darkness will fill its place once more. 'Feel' it around you. Find it. Embrace it...and don't ever let go. Become one with it…'

'But I can't breathe within this smoke!'

'There is no smoke to choke on. There is no air to breathe...Only Darkness…'

Until now, she had no idea what that meant.

'Close your eyes, and let it become part of you…'

She closed her eyes, shutting out the arena lights and somehow still weightless in the air…

Now where the lights were, there was only pitch black, and she stopped soaring. In fact, everything simply stopped.

Gravity no longer held any meaning as she looked around from her height. For a moment she didn't understand what she was looking at, until she finally realized that for every illuminated area there previously was, there was only varying shades of darkness.

The brightest areas were pitch black, the subtle lighting was a lighter shade of it, like smoke...And where the darkest corners as well as the shadow cast by every object and living thing should have been, instead, there was a window of absolute clarity.

Neva's world was true darkness. Where light meant blindness and darkness meant true sight.

She floated around and could see every movement begin to accelerate. She didn't know what to do, but she was running out of time.

She turned her gaze to where Grey should have been standing. All she could see was his shadow become light. Neva then focused on her opponent and narrowed her sight at its large shadow on the ice.

She floated over to the probopass' shadow; it was like looking through an illuminated membrane of sorts, all she had to was jump into it. But before she considered doing that, something moved toward her, with its pointed steps crunching the gravel.

It was a creature the likes she had never seen, and her mind couldn't comprehend its constantly shifting dimensions, only that it walked on four pointed feet and its pale limbs were covered in wispy and gooey dark tendrils, leading up to its torso which consisted of two bladed arms and a head with several red glowing eyes dotting it. It was slightly taller than she was, considering it was partially quadrupedal.

She couldn't make out any additional details due to her unpracticed eye within the realm.

Whatever it was...It was not a pokémon.

The frightening thing stopped before her and stared at her, making subtle clicking and guttural noises. It waited patiently without even moving an inch, as though in expectation.

Was it...waiting for her?

Neva then had an idea that spawned from nowhere, which then became intimate knowledge, almost as though it were a daily routine that made complete sense…

"Come here." She ordered with confidence she never knew she had…

...Grey couldn't believe his eyes; it happened in an instant.

As Neva was tossed into the air by the Stone Edge attack, the crowd was shocked as out of Humphrey's shadow came out a strange sinewy shady being a little over half the pokémon's size, covered in a strange membrane that faded away into dust. The probopass let out a muffled shriek like that of grinding stones, as the eldritch creature struck his back with both its bladed arms, and in retaliation the stone pokémon sent its three mini-noses to assault the thing, battering it fiercely and slowly pushing it back into the shadow.

It vanished just as quickly as it came as though it never existed.

Grey's vision whirled to Neva who was knocked out on the floor, and the audience was silent for the most part, murmuring in confusion at what they just witnessed.

The referee was also pale at the sight, as though he just saw something beyond his humanly comprehension, but upon seeing Neva's prone form, he raised a shaky flag, "S-sneasel is unable t-to battle, P-probopass is the winner of this round!"

—"Uh...I don't know what I just saw...But give a round of applause for both contestants! A marvelous show of resilience from the sneasel and my what a final technique that was! I've never seen such a thing! And my oh me, the power behind the behemoth of a pokémon that is probopass! Such majesty and versatility! Both contestants are now down to their final pokémon!"

It took a solid few moments, before the crowd broke out of its stupor and roared back to life, cheering for both contestants.

Grey still struggled to process what he just saw...Did Neva really do it?

To think that poetic crap about 'the immaterium' and the 'dark zone' actually worked...It actually worked...Oh my God...

He walked over to her prone form that was still within the sandstorm.

"Uh, contestant! Do you not have a pok—"

"No, I don't. I'll retrieve her myself."

"Eh, uh, but it's dangerous!"

Grey ignored him and shielded his eyes as he stepped a few feet into the spiraling dust-filled dome toward Neva, with the winds fingering and ripping at his coat. He ignored the battering sands nicking at his skin, sunk his hands under her and held Neva to his chest, shielding her from the storm as he marched through it.

She opened her crimson eyes slowly and gazed at him, "G-Grey...I-I'm sorry. I-I couldn't use Night slash."

He blinked as he exited the storm. Did she not know what she just did?

"Neva. You did it."

"Huh?"

"You became one with the darkness and dealt a heavy blow on Probopass. You were amazing."

"I-is that what I did?"

He smiled, "Yes. Great work. You have amazing potential, you just need a little more confidence."

Her eyes glistened with tears and she clung to his chest as though he were her last bastion of comfort. Grey couldn't help but caress her feathered ear. She hicked' in response as she buried her face against him.

—"I'm not sure why Wilson's not using his pokéball, but actions certainly speak more than words folks. I've rarely seen someone so determined and willing to brave the storms for their comrades, to share their pain and weariness. Now this is a hero! Give a round of applause!"—

The people cheered once more and even through the mime barriers, it was deafening. But it didn't matter to him. He didn't live for their approval, all that mattered were his partners in battle.

He gently placed Neva by Joanna's side, sprayed her bruises and cuts with the super potion, and gave both of them a gentle squeeze on their shoulders, before turning to Ginger, who gazed at him intently.

"What?"

"Nothing...I guess it's up to me now, huh?"

"Yep, you ready to kick ass? He might have a slight type advantage over you, but you've got a major one over him. However, if the graveler was tough? This guy is a fucking tank. We'll use speed against his slowness, but don't underestimate him for a second, like you did with the shiftry, got it?"

She grinned with a 'claws up', "Got it."

Ginger stood before the storm, gazing at the figure of the probopass awaiting her, still stuck on the ice. Roxanne was oddly silent without any commentary.

"Trainers, ready! Let the final round...begin!"

As soon as Ginger stepped into the sandstorm, two rocks came flying out from the side, she managed to dodge one, but ended up in the path of the other, getting smacked on the side and causing her to stumble.

Grey cursed, having forgotten about graveler's Stealth rock. Roxanne took advantage of the distraction, "Now use Rock blast! Keep the pressure!"

"Shake it off, Ginger, dodge with Flame charge and use it to knock out that bloody sandstorm, counter-clock wise around it, Go!"

Once more Roxanne gave him an odd look, but Ginger did as was asked, dodging the flying boulders and covering herself in flames, bursting against the wind while burning the sand into glass with the intensity of her heat. She made a complete circuit around the shifting winds, and completely caused it to subside, now leaving the arena clear for all to see.

Roxanne was gawking at the surprising action.

Grey gave a smug smile, "Why are you so surprised? All Ginger did was disrupt the wind current with her speed and heat."

—"Wow! What a genius way to stop a sandstorm! Without it, Probopass, assuming it retains its ability on evolution from nosepass, loses its bonus attack power from 'Sand force'! An interesting counter, but will this be enough to stop Roxanne's beefy pokémon?"—

She became serious once more, "Hmph. Clever. But you won't worm your way out of this with parlor tricks alone."

"You're right. Ginger, he's still immobile over that ice! Take him down with a Double-kick!"

Using a jutting rock as a springboard, the fire-fowl sprung into action and bounded toward the titan.

"Take aim and defend yourself with a Flash cannon!"

Ginger, covered in an orange fighting aura, swiveled around the probopass' vision and struck it with two booming consecutive roundhouse kicks, cracking the surface of the struck area and causing massive damage. Right as she was done, the trio of mini-noses spun in a circle next to her and blasted her with a flash of light, though she barely felt it as she bounded back in caution.

—"Ouch! Probopass has taken massive quadrupled-damage due to the severe double-type disadvantage against fighting types, though not without retaliating with his own attack. What a battle for the ages!"—

Roxanne remained composed, but her face was laced in worry, Grey took the chance to take away Probopass' only hopes in counterattacking, though the name was awkward to him, "Feather dance!"

Ginger spun and showered the rock-steel type with plumage that stuck onto his main body, disrupting his control of the mini-noses to a degree, effectively lowering his attack and even obstructing his vision to an extent.

"Power gem!" Probopass' launched a ray of shimmering dust particles at Ginger, but due to the speed she built up in the entire match as well as the Flame Charge from earlier, she dodged easily and with room to spare.

—"Uh-oh! Looks like Probopass is in trouble! His attack has been further weakened and he can't get a clear shot due to his limited movement! Has this match been decided!?"—

The audience cheered for both sides and were going spastic at all the action.

"Finish him with another full power double-kick!"

Ginger zoomed in toward her target—

Roxanne grinned, "Now! Earth Power underneath yourself!"

Grey peeled his eyes back in surprise as Probopass erupted the ground underneath himself with sand-like energy, causing the ice beneath to shatter like glass as gravel and boulders exploded out of it, leaving Ginger shook from the sheer cataclysmic force of the attack and yelping as she was tossed back.

Fuck! He still has 'that' much energy left!?

Probopass began floating once more, spun around to shake off the debilitating plumage and hovered quickly into action, "Now, Humphrey! Lock-on!"

"Disrupt it with a flamethrower!" The fire-fowl recovered from her recoil and blasted the giant with a gout of fire, but—

"Zap cannon!" The mini-noses aligned themselves at the front of their controller's red nose and spun at a blinding speed, generating enormous amounts of crackling yellow bolts of electricity.

Oh shit!

"Abort! Dodge it!"

Ginger stopped and jumped to the side, as Humphrey shot a massive ball of condensed near-plasmatic electrical energy toward her. Initially, Grey thought it missed, but the effect of 'Lock-On' was made evident as the attack actually pursued Ginger everywhere she went.

She was heaving in exhaustion as she leapt from one rock to another with the thundering attack not showing any signs of stopping soon! Her nerves bundled up and adrenaline surged through her body as she made every possible attempt to evade the attack, even at one point trying to get it to hit the probopass instead, but the titan floated out of the way.

She made for a sharp turn, but a mini-nose came right around from the bend and struck her face with a painful whack, causing her to stumble.

Grey called out to her but his voice was cut short as a flash blinded her and her brain momentarily shut down as she lost all control of her limbs from the shock.

She screamed, but out of her open jaw, nothing came out as every muscle in her body was locked in and bunching up madly, spasming in an uncontrollable continuous vibration. Her vision wobbled and everything was a blur as she suffered the effect of thousands of volts from the discharge of the electric attack.

It was over as fast as it began, and she fell to her knees, with her feathers stuck up in several places, her heart racing and entirely stunned.

Greys voice calling out to her was muffled, but was getting clearer as she slowly stood on her feet; it was all she could as a response.

Roxanne's voice came from behind, "It's over Grey. Recall her or I'll be forced to continue."

"She's not done yet. Ginger! Shake it off! Remember your abilities! Use it!"

'You're so strong, and you have so much potential that it's fucking scary.'

He believes in me.

Her body ignited in flame, and a red aura engulfed her. She was paralyzed, yet she drew strength from her weakened condition. Her mind was a haze of red, and in defiance of her twitching stubborn muscles, she turned to face the surprised duo of her opponent pokémon and their trainer.

I won't let him down! I'll do what I must and destroy anything that stands in my way!

...A bead of sweat rolled down Grey's side as he grinned at the sight, "You're right, Roxanne, it's over. Now Ginger's at her best."

"What...Is that?" Asked a bewildered Roxanne.

"Blazing Guts, that's what. Finish it Ginger! Get in range for a final attack!"

Like a torpedo and with eyes glowing an iridescent red, she launched herself directly at Probopass, smashing aside boulder's twice her size.

"H-Humphrey! Stone Edge! End it now!" Shrieked Roxanne in panic as the hulk of stone quickly complied, mimicking his trainer's nervousness as he desperately sent up spikes of rock against the oncoming threat. But the furious demonic bird charged right through the rocks like they were mere chunks of dust.

"Use Magnet Bomb!" He began generating the lumps of steel shrapnel but the bird was upon him—

"'Retribution'!"

Ginger once more let out her shrieking warcry as she became a rancorous, screeching missile of hell-fire, axing its way through everything thrown against her, before her fist made an absolutely titanic collision against the magnetic pokémon's nose. The blow pulverized the surrounding rock and sent out a tidal wave of sand in every direction from the sheer power of the strike, while sending the three-hundred kilo probopass flying through the air like a projectile, smashing through the mime barrier as though it were mere fly mesh, and crashing against the arena wall with a thunderous impact; cracking the wall as Humphrey was embedded into it, unmoving and sporting spidery cracks all over his nose and body...He let out a pained grunt, before fainting…

Once more Ginger bellowed an ungodly roar of victory that crescendoed through the arena, with her aura blazing even higher than before.

Silence accompanied the settling of dust and falling pebbles.

Roxanne fell to her knees in disbelief. Even Grey was surprised by the power of both 'Blaze' and 'Guts' having activated, along with the technique they worked on.

The lack of sound was enough for Roxanne's wavering voice to carry over, "W-what...Was that?"

"Retribution. The base of the move is mainly 'Reversal', which was easy for her to learn considering she knows 'Counter', which is a derivative of it, just a different application. Retribution is a fighting-fire type move consisting of 'Reversal' combined with her Flame Charge that in turn increased her speed."

Ginger was heaving in exhaustion as she clutched her fist, grunting in pain. It was a bloody, twitching mess of ripped plumage, claws and knuckles.

"Of course, because the move is so powerful, it won't come without physical repercussions...Come Ginger, let me spray that."

Roxanne kept staring at her pokémon who was still stuck on the wall, "Unbelievable...You've…"

"P-probopass is unable to battle! Gym leader Roxanne is out of pokémon, therefore the winner of this match is the challenger, Grey Wilson!"

—"Oh my goodness! What an impact! What an unbelievable display of strength and power! Wowee! That combusken is out of this world! Such exemplary training! Give it up for Grey Wilson and his team of winners!"—

The audience went mad in a fan-crazed frenzy.

—"And give it up for our Gym leader who pulled no stops against this amazing contender, she'll be one of the toughest leaders yet! A great example for the kids at the Rustboro Pokémon Academy! Give it up for Roxanne Rachaels!"—

The crowd cheered her on as she stood up and dusted her knees, returning probopass to its pokeball and whispering something to it, before tucking it away in her holster.

Grey sprayed Ginger's hand with the potion, making her wince at the pain. Most of the injury was gone, but her hand was still quivering.

"It's all right champ, we'll have that tended to at the pokécenter…"

"How did I do?" She asked with curiosity glittering in her ruby eyes, a stark contrast to her demonic visage from earlier.

He gestured to the gaping hole that Probopass left behind on the arena wall, and the split sands from the devastated portion of the rock arena.

"If 'that' doesn't spell out 'Holy mother of shit', then I'm sorry but I'm frankly lost at this point."

"Is that good?"

He chortled at her insecurity, "I think it hits 'good' out of the fucking park, darling, that was nothing short of amazing."

She beamed at his praise, for a moment making him forget that she essentially blackmailed him into doing this. But he wouldn't let that spoil the moment, for now. He turned to the other side of the arena, where a flustered Roxanne stood waiting for him.

"Wait with the girls, I'll be back with our hard earned prize."

She nodded enthusiastically as she joined the other two who celebrated with her.

He strode over the devastated battlefield toward Roxanne, who shook her head, "Quite frankly, Mr. Wilson, I don't know what to think of you. First you act like a complete gentleman on our first meeting, then like a villain from that first round and your insults against my institution, followed by a reckless act of selflessness for your pokémon, and then proceed to almost annihilate my pokémon with such...fury. All the while displaying never before seen tactics. You've literally broken several fundamental laws of pokémon physics, I can't even begin to contemplate—"

"Your point, Miss?"

She flushed and brushed her suit, "Sorry...It's just you're an enigma, Mr. Wilson...But alas, I've been defeated, and at my best no less…" Roxanne removed an object from her breast pocket and presented it to him. It was a golden badge shaped like a split rectangular frame pointing to both directions, revealing its brass base within, "This is the stone badge of the Rustboro gym. You've earned it. Your prize money will be given to you at the entry desk and so will your T.M 'Rock Tomb', I'd hate to think how your trickster mind will utilize it, but you'll need it."

"Thanks. Why's that?" He asked as he received the weightless badge and pinned it on the inside of his cloak.

"Because I'm the weakest gym leader."

Hoo Boy. I knew this wouldn't be easy...

"...I'd hate to think of it like that. You really went all out on me with that surprising entry. Probopass is no freakin' joke."

"Well...He only recently evolved, but that's no excuse. He is still by far my strongest pokémon, which is what makes your win here today most notable...It's a shame that you won't work for me, and your strange perspective frustrates me to a degree that makes me think your brilliance is...Well…Nevermi—"

"Wasted on someone like 'me'?"

"I don't mean it like 'that'...But I guess it's too early to tell..."

"...We'll see. Thanks for the match," He finished with a wave as he turned to his side of the arena, leaving Roxanne to her thoughts.

He waltzed back to his team, to find Blanche standing by them with her hands folded at her back, waiting patiently.

"So, you actually came to watch."

"Of course I did. I keep my words...And you can color me impressed. Since you've won your first badge, and you're officially recognized as a trainer of the Hoenn league; you're eligible to join a leader guild, if you so wish."

"I do."

She looked him up and down with a barely visible coy smile, "Have you decided which one to join then?"

"Yeah, I hope the outfit's color scheme suits my decision though."

"It does," she raised an open hand. "Welcome to team Mystic, Grey Wilson."

He took her hand, "Much obliged."

"Indeed." She yanked him forward with unnatural strength that belied her size, and whispered, "Now that the region will eventually find out about your lack of pokéballs, as well as your natural prowess, people will begin to question your methods and beliefs...Luckily, you've made the right choice."

"Why's that?"

"Because you're going to need all the positive PR and protection you can get, and I can help you with that…If you pledge yourself to my cause."

She leaned back and pierced his amber eyes with her own brilliant emeralds, followed by a grin that didn't suit her usual pragmatic visage, "We will achieve great things, Mr. Wilson...Great things..."

…

Oh God this is so long…

AN:

So Joanna's biology is a bit more complicated and comes from a chain of genetic chances...Head cannon-ish with game elements, don't judge. Extra points if you figure out her father (but don't spoil plz, haha) (The breeding follows the egg-groups btw)

Neva is a bit easier to guess.

So now you know what the three leader guilds are, yeah, pokémon GO teams, woo...I haven't played that in a while…

As for what Neva did during her battle...Well, you'll see, but I did use a particular word that should be indicative of what happened…

'Reversal' seems to be a variation/derivative of 'Counter' in the sense that it uses an opposing quantifiable force (Counter is reactive and immediate to the strength of the opposing attack, doubling the return blow. while Reversal is essentially powered up considering the accumulation of damage over time the user has tolerated without fainting, the less hp, the stronger it gets.)

Hence why it was easier for Ginger to learn 'Reversal' through training, having been intimate with the concept of 'Counter'.

Speaking of which, I hope to introduce a more detailed recount of the training Grey puts them through. Had I done so in this chapter, it would be even longer than it already is.

Let me know what you think yall'.

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed.

Aether Apostle · Mar 29, 2022

Interlude 1

...

"I'm sorry, Spark, I failed to convince him and win him over. Not only that, I lost to him disgracefully," came Roxanne's voice on the loudspeaker of the smartphone, with the static buzzing across the oak desk.

The 'Instinct' guildmaster only smiled as he watched the replay of the footage, "Aww that's alright darl', can't force the bloke now can we?" He said, playing with the remote as he swung his boot on his desk.

A sharp sigh broke through the speaker, "Yeah, but I still lost, maybe if I had won we could've convinced him to—"

"Oh bugger that, sugar rocks, it'd be a bit odd if ya' didn't cough up a couple of badges here and there, right? Besides,"—his black and yellow leather jacket creaked as he leaned up on his chair, fascinated at the final attack the probopass suffered on the footage—"Bloke's got a bloody mean combusken he does, ya' had a tough match up. Not to be a bit of a prick, but if ya' went with geodude, lileep and your other nosepass? I reckon he could've blown right past all three of em' just with that tough fightin' birdie of his.

"Are you serious?"

"Can't be too sure. But ya' made the right call to go with the lileep and graveler along with 'big nose', otherwise he would've sweeped ya'."

"I guess I underestimated his skill. To think a 0-0 trainer would be this skilled…Now 1-0...Damn, if only I had been more patient with the tracker."

"Don't sweat it love, the fact that 'Blanchy' got dibs on him first means me' funny bone's tinglin' was right on the dot...That Wilson lad's a 'Meta', no doubt."

"Really!?"

"Right'o—"

'beep'

Spark checked his phone. It was a text message from his secretary reminding him of the pending video conference.

"Whoops! Sorry love', gotta' run, got a meeting to get to. You just keep doin' your best, alright'?"

She sighed in relief on the other line, "Sure. Thanks Spark."

"No worries, bye bye now."

He hung up, sat straight and swiveled his chair to open his laptop, activating the conference app and inputting his password to join the private server.

There were two other profile slots on the screen for the remaining two members. Both were blacked out for a moment before one of them blinked to life to display a woman of tanned skin, short brown hair and golden eyes, clad in her usual white and red-lined jacket with the collar design folding to one side over her chest.

Spark gave her a leery smile, "Hey there, firecracker', how's it goin'?"

"It's Candela to 'you', prick head," said the 'Valor' guildmaster in a dry tone, furrowing her brows in irritation.

He brushed back his blonde spiky hair with a sheepish grin, "Oopsies, sorry darl', just can't help calling ya' that coz' of that passion of yours."

"I'm not in the mood, Spark."

"Ah, I see. Anthony failed to scout out that Wilson fella' for ya', ay?"

The sound of a desk banging resulted in Candela's camera shaking as her furious face filled the screen, "How the hell did you know about 'that' you fucking weasel!?"

He wagged his finger, "tsk tsk, we all have our little tweety birds, love."

She growled, "Yeah, nice try attempting to track him with that little broad Roxanne, or have you forgotten about the rule against employing gym leaders and league officials under a leader guild?"

He just chuckled, "Oh come now, Candela, we all know you've got a lil' thing for Flannery, or am I wrong?"

"Eh!? Fuck you ya' ghost faced prick! She's not even a Gym leader! Tch...You're a great reminder as to why I don't date men anymore."

For some reason he doubted that.

Spark whistled, "Ouch, charmed. Anyway, speakin' of ghosts, real quick before Blanchy' comes online; what'dya think she's up to? It's strange for her to show a sudden interest in a trainer at the tip of a hat just cause' he dipped a couple of big blokes on TV."

She sunk back on her desk chair and crossed her arms under her bust, "Pfft. How should I know? I don't have a clue on what goes through the head of that titless bitch. Maybe she's finally come out of the closet or something. But she did get in Anthony's way and happened to be there right when he approached the 'Meta'."

"Ahh, so you're in the loop too."

"Obviously, dickhead. But it means shit now." She huffed.

"Oh nah' sugar, it means plenty! Blanchy's been off the grid for a while, but she's finally made a move, and in person no less."

"So?"

"So, if Blanchy's interfered with both our efforts, I reckon she's onto us and has made it crystal clear she's out to screw us over."

Candela raised a dark brow, "Wait, how did she screw 'you' over?"

"In the same moment she did you with Anthony. She must've told Wilson or said somethin' to jitter him into suspicion about the tracker Roxanne gave him. That's what the fella' chucked on the ground and burned during their tussle."

"Bitch!"

He hummed in agreement, "Sad part is, there ain't much we can do about it now...Not unless we take matters into our hands."

"What do you suggest?"

"I propose we join up, beautiful."

"Cut the cheesy crap. Why should I join up with you?"

He leaned closer to the camera, for once narrowing his blue eyes in a rare moment of seriousness, "Coz' if we don't, love, Blanchy's gonna' fuck us both up the arse. Me' funny bone tells me she's up to somethin' real fuckin' big."

Candela was a bit taken aback at his unusual seriousness, but then snorted, "As if."

He leaned back, "Me' granny' always used to say, 'it's the quiet ones you oughta' look out for'."

She gazed to the side in contemplation, before focusing again, "...I'll think about it."

The third profile frame became active to display Blanche herself with a flat expression, "Think about what?" enquired the 'Mystic' guildmaster.

"Jack shit, paper face, not telling you nothin'! Not our fault you're late, what the hell kept 'you' lagging? Even I've gotta' admit you're more punctual than 'this'," interrogated the Valor guildmaster with angst.

"Apologies, Candela, I was just returning from the match my 'new guild member' has just won," responded Blanche with a tiny hint of a smirk.

The tanned woman growled, but Spark quickly intervened, flashing his best smile, "Well hello there, snow princess, congrats on reelin' in a mighty fine member this year, I assume it's Wilson, ye'?"

The Mystic guildmaster narrowed her green eyes ever so slightly but kept her polite twinge of a smile, "Don't act like you never knew, Spark."

He laughed out, slapping a hand on his desk, "Ha! On the ball, like always, snowflake, though ya' could've at least gave us a chance to have him on our team. Whatever happened to good ol' 'Rock, paper, scissors'?"

"I could ask you the same question about Roxanne."

"Now now, lassie, not my fault she was of my 'Instinct Guild' before she assumed the title of gym leader. The rules don't say we can't associate with Ex-members, right?"

"You know very well that's not what I meant, Spark,"—Her eyes flicked over to the side—"and before you interject, Candela, might I suggest not underestimating your member interests with a poultry trainer like 'Anthony'? What with how he effectively bought his badge from Roxanne with a fossil he lucked out on at a bargain sale. If you want to bolster your member count, there are far better and more efficient ways of doing so."

Candela reddened and her eyes glowed a dangerous yellow as she was about to yell, but Spark cut her transmission temporarily, being the host of the video call.

He sighed, rolling his eyes as he imagined Candela chucking one of her wild tantrums. It was a wonder how the girl held her position for so long, "You really shouldn't antagonize her like that, she does her best ya' know."

Blanche leaned in on the screen, now deadly serious, "Before we begin with the actual meeting, I just have this to say...You can smile at me all you like and hide behind that goofy disposition all you want, but you both had a chance to convince Grey Wilson to join your cause. I came in person to Rustboro because it seems I wanted him more."

"Sure, love, but—"

"I'm not finished…Mark my words, Spark, Grey Wilson is now a part of the Mystic Guild. Period. Touch him, or approach him about the matter again...I'll consider it an act of aggression against my guild." She declared with an icy edge to her tone.

Spark only blinked a few times.

These sheilas' are fucked in the head…

Candela's screen blinked back to existence. She seemed to have returned to her usual demeanor though not without signs of heavy breathing, and her office behind her desolated, looking like a tornado just ran through it, "Spark, you little shit, how dare you cut me off from the video call."

"Sorry, me' hand must've slipped, though please do think about our little bet on how long Wilson's gonna' last in Mystic." He winked at Candela, who gave a curt nod in understanding.

"What does 'that' mean?" Asked Blanche.

He chortled, "Unlike you ladies, I'm a bloke, and blokes know other blokes. Wilson doesn't strike me as a team player. I might be wrong...But...Something about him gives me the wiggles'."

"Why did you want him on your team then?"

He gave a throaty chuckle, before leering at the silver-haired woman, "Who's playin' dumb now? We're all in on his potential 'Meta-human' status. But as you've said, he's in your club now, and that's that. Let's get on with the important stuff."

"Indeed. Who shall read out the regional state of affairs, mandates and policy reviews for this week?"

Spark and Candela remained silent.

Blanche sighed, "I guess it's me, again. Very well."

"It's just that you've got such a beautiful voice, Blanchy, darl', and I rarely get to hear it."

Candela gagged, "Ugh, poof."

The silver haired guildmaster rolled her eyes as she propped up some papers, straightening them out and began reading the first page, but—

"Oh c'mon Blanchy babe', you're not gonna' actually read that, are ya'? Me and Candela already gave the main article a run through. We know the gist of things, let's just focus on the changes that we don't know about, ye'?"

Blanche flicked her gaze upward in a moment of consideration before gazing at them once more, "Alright, I suppose we could make this one shorter, I do have to show my 'new member' the ropes later on after all...Sure, why not."

"Tch. Rub it in, why don't you," muttered Candela.

"Sweet as! So what's on the Guv's menu this week?"

Blanche placed most of the papers aside on her end and held only but a few pages, "Well, the executive branch's national security council have declared the criminal organizations known as 'Team Magma', 'Team Aqua', and 'Team Rocket', as public threats and have redistributed all data on these groups to the three leader guilds as well as all local enforcement agencies in Hoenn. Of course, we as leader guilds and primary law enforcers have our designated roles."

"And what would those be?" asked Candela.

"Simple, we see, we subdue and hand off to the police for further processing. Continuing on, it has also been noted, according to several cases already on record, that 'pokémon poaching' and 'smuggling' has increased by a factor of 30% within Hoenn alone since the last month."

"Why so bloody high?" demanded Spark.

"We're not sure, but with the appearance of these criminal organizations? I'd say it could be related."

"Hold on. Didn't that Wilson guy run into those morons?"

"Specifically Team Magma, yes. There is no record of him having run into Aqua. Why do you ask, Candela?"

"Well...I'm just thinking. I watched the match too between him and Roxanne, and pokémon smuggling's been up by a huge percentage, meanwhile it was made apparent that the Magma grunts stopped by Wilson didn't have pokéballs on them…"

"You think Grey stole the salandit from team Magma?" Concluded Blanche.

"I'm just sayin', it is a rare species to the region...I'd imagine something like that wouldn't have been so easy to come by."

"Or, maybe an inter-regional trainer came around to Hoenn and abandoned it here, having no need of it. There are countless cases like this worldwide. Abandonment and re-adoption is an ongoing global issue, Candela. Your speculation is so narrowed, it's almost laughable. Are you really that jealous of my recent recruit?"

Candela slammed a hand on the desk, "Forgive me for thinking that it is a bit odd that a 0-0 trainer appears out of nowhere with a rare specimen to the region and another that is found in an area very far from Little Root, proceeding to defeat his first official opponent, a gym leader no less…"

"Not to douse your passion, firecracker, but even I gotta' admit that those rare attacks and moves the bloke's pokémon used in their tussle show he's got em' well trained. You don't get pokémon and trainer harmony like 'that' in a couple of days, not unless you're a prodigy or somethin', and even then, you'd be needing more than just a few days of training to pull stuff like that off. I would know, as I do fancy me'self a specialist of pokémon intuition from breeding to post-hatching, darl."

She couldn't argue against that, "Hmph. Fine. Guess I jumped the gun..."

Though Candela's admission didn't seem genuine.

"Returning to the issue, we as guild leaders also have to make all our members at each checkpoint and home bases throughout the region aware of the threat. We've been given authority and government funding to assign well paid guild quests for our respective qualified constables, based on these national threats, should we encounter any of them."

The two other guildmasters simply affirmed with a nod.

"Speaking of constables...Next on Central's agenda and going down in priorities, but certainly not any less important, is yet," Blanche sighed in annoyance before continuing, "another military draft requisition from our member count."

Spark and Candela groaned, with the latter hammering her desk in anger.

"Aww fuck me sideways, for real!? How many do they bloody want this time?"

"And what's the reason!?"

Blanche was also visibly displeased as she read the order carefully, "Well, according to the reports of the Department of Defense, seems like the regions of Fiore, Almia, Oblivia and Holon have made several naval movements in between each other's territories, as well as an unusual fortification of their coastal defenses, suggesting an inter-regional alliance and military exercise. I think they're exaggerating with these numbers, but they want at least 250 constables each."

They went wide eyed.

"That's close to half the amount we have! Not to mention a sixth of our current member counts!" Exclaimed Candela furiously.

"How do they bloody expect us to patrol and enforce the laws with a measly half of our current force!? Have they lost their noggin'!?"

Blanche nodded in agreement, "Even the police force is being affected, and that's not all, because of the issue of public enforcement numbers being culled, they're expecting us to train new constables and to replenish the amount by the end of the year…"

"That's preposterous! We're already almost a quarter-way into the year! We'd be lucky to get half that done in such a short time."

"Yes, indeed. Which is why to further aid us in this venture, the executive branch's Department of Defense together with the Department of Labor, the Regional Trade Commission and the Pokémon Association, have given us authority and liberty to draft in more voluntary members from amongst the Pokémon League's contenders upon its completion. This means that we've been given the green light to create public campaigns with the League to boost our membership numbers."

Candela raised a brow at that as Spark considered the potential behind that odd decision from the Central government.

"I suppose it's better than nothing. But even though it's within their contracts and they were prepared for the possibility, I'm not happy about shipping off a lot of my constables to the military," mused Candela.

Spark sighed, deflating into his chair with his energy suddenly hitting nil; unwilling to face the rest of the day, "Same here, love...It puts me' underdaks' in a twist, I mean it's the third time within this decade alone...But I guess that's just how it goes with the Guv's...Alright then, anything else?"

"Well, those were the main changes, the rest are notifications pending confirmation of our awareness. The first is the resignation of Mr. Moore from the Lavaridge Gym and the accession of his granddaughter, Flannery Moore, into the new position."

Spark smirked at Candela, "Ahh, somethin' tells me you knew about that already, Candy love," he said, pooching his lips at her.

"Shut up, cockhead!"

"Now, now Spark, no need to involve Candela's personal life into this," added Blanche with a pretentious stoic expression.

"She's got nothin' to do with my personal life, Blanche, maybe you should worry about your own and get some', you flat chested bitch!"

Spark laughed hard at Candela's embarrassment, noticing Blanche's amused twitch of her lips.

"Haha! Awright', Awright', settle down; consider us notified, snowflake. Anything else?"

"Well, the Regional Trade Commission and the PA have officially added a 9th Hoenn gym, eligible for League trainer filtering. The installation of the gym at Lilycove city has recently been completed, automatically giving trainers an option to plan their advancement according to their team build with regards to typing, allowing them to dodge the gym that is most inconvenient to their line-up, as still only eight badges are required. Of course, there's nothing that says they can't attempt all of the gyms, though in my opinion, it's not recommendable for time management."

"Oh? Who's the new gym-leader and what type do they specialize in? Give us the details."

"Easy does it, firecracker, let snow white speak."

"Well...Interesting thing is, it's a newly discovered type. The 'Fairy-type'."

"...Huh?"

"Oh?"

"Along with this addition, the PA have updated all local databases with additional information about new pokémon discoveries abroad, as well as identifying 'Fairy-type' energies within some already existing pokémon that haven't been noted before, officially making those particular individuals 'Dual-typed', with a select few having been normal-types, now listed as 'fairy-type', like 'Clefairy' for example. The new data patch should help further understand the Fairy typology for quicker adaptation."

"Right. So who's the specialist gym leader?"

"...Ruby Haruka, Norman Haruka's eldest son."

Another moment of silence passed before Candela ventured, "What? I didn't know Norman had another kid."

"Bloody oath, I didn't either. Hold up, wasn't it his lil' girlie who was interviewed about Teams Magma and Rocket? May Haruka?"

"Yes, that's right. May Haruka, like Grey Wilson, is another of this year's starter lab trainers from Birch labs."

"How come I've never heard of this 'Ruby' bloke? How old is he?"

"Twenty four, the same age as Grey, funny enough. I shouldn't have to remind you that Norman and his family are originally from Johto. The reason why you've never heard of Ruby is, according to his undisclosed profile, when he was thirteen he had left home and travelled abroad across regions, becoming a coordinator as well as a trainer. It's been made apparent that, for a while now, the PA and its League organizers were looking for some way to give starter trainers some more room for the team compositions and introduce another gym to the region; as usual they seek to 'spice things up'. Of course, ironically as fate would have it, due to Norman's success as a gym leader and Ruby's success with his 'Fairy-types' in contests as well as overall battling experience, he was offered the chance to start a gym here, in Hoenn."

Spark read the whole picture now, "Oh I see...Lad wants to show his old man up as a gym leader and a trainer who's also a successful coordinator. Looks like there's some serious bad blood between the two if Norman hasn't ever mentioned or named his eldest boy'o once. Makes plenty' sense now."

"A safe bet, Norman's not exactly the ideal 'fatherly' type, at least that's how the rumor goes. And if this 'Ruby' guy is that vindictive, then we can bet he's just as ruthless as Norman has shown to be," commented Candela.

"Be that as it may, we are now notified of this change, and as Guild Masters, we have some studying up to do of these new discoveries by the Office of Pokémon Science and Tech department."

"'Same age as Grey', huh? Looks like you really are coming out of the closet, Blanche," teased Candela with a sharp smirk.

Blanche made several solid blinks of her emerald eyes before answering, "I'm not sure I follow."

Spark was somehow infected by Candela's smirk and mimicked it with his own sunlit grin too. He was fully conscious that his aloof disposition often made others think of him as someone more laid back and less observant. But this couldn't be further from the truth. He was very attentive and aware of his surroundings exactly because of how easy he took things, never being tunnel-visioned, with his social nature giving him the edge.

Blanche, almost being the polar opposite on the social spectrum to him, was naturally an extremely hard person to read. But there were rare moments when her icy tenor would fail her in the face of a keen eye.

This was one of those moments, and he'd be damned if he didn't take an opportunity to tease Blanche of all people, "Ahh, has our little 'Casa Blanca' been smitten by a certain 'hero'? Is that why you were so keen on getting him 'under your flag' that you went in person? ay'?" He purred.

Candela snickered hard at his innuendo.

"Most inappropriate, Spark. I, as you both do, obviously see him as a valuable asset to my guild. If you two were actually serious about recruiting him, you'd have been there personally yourselves." She defended without showing much emotion.

He leered at her in amusement, "Oh? Me' ears couldn't help but pick up seven separate instances that you've mentioned the bloke, seems like your noggins' filled with him. I like how you're so defensive of him too."

Again, her silver eyelashes fluttered erratically for a moment, "That's six times I've mentioned him in a distinct context, three of which you both initiated as a subject, you're not the only one that can count here, Spark. I believe your accusations are unfounded. Shall we—"

Candela giggled, "Ooh, 'accusations'? No one's accusing you of anything, princess, no need to get so defensive. It's totally normal to like a guy and need some'," said Candela with a catty hum.

"Nice pick up there, Candela, seems like she is getting a bit defensive, oh and is that a bit of color I see on your face, lovey dove?"

For a moment Blanche jerked her arm to reach for her face, but instead reached for the keyboard, "Nice try, Spark. Since you two are bored enough to actually start fantasizing about someone else's 'personal life', you'll be glad to know we've covered everything in this week's regional affairs and policy review."

"In a rush to end the meeting to go see Grey boy, are we? Lovey dovey?"

"Anything else 'substantial' to add before we adjourn the meeting?"

Candela hummed an evil laugh, "Yeah, one thing, sugar flake, since when did Wilson become part of your 'personal life'?"

"What?"

"Aw wowee' Candela, you're on fire today! That's another good pickup."

"Thanks, Sparky."

Blanche seemed confused, so Spark would clear it up, "You said 'personal life' with regards to Grey, sweetheart, you do know that Guildmasters aren't allowed to have personal relations with their own members or other leader guild members, right?"

"What? That can't be right, I've never heard of such a rule, and what of Candela and—" But Blanche cut herself off, wide eyed in regret for her apparent 'slip up'.

Candela burst out laughing so hard that she toppled off her chair, with the camera shaking and her cackling coming in bursts of static from Spark's laptop speakers with how loud it was. He muted her and chuckled to himself, "You were worried there, Casa blanca, obviously I just made that rule up. After all,"—he leaned in with a cheesy smile—"no one can control who they 'get the hots for'."

Blanche just deadpanned at him, "And just like that, this meeting is adjourned. Good day."

She switched off her camera and logged out.

He laughed hard as he unmuted Candela, who reappeared on her chair, wiping tears out of her eyes, "Oh! Ohh! Fuck me dead! Oh shit that was freakin' brilliant Spark!"

"Thanks, love. That was pretty hilarious, it's rare for her to slip up so hard though, ay?"

"Oh yeah, kind of odd when you think about it. Woo, I needed that laugh. Anyway, smell ya' later, got shit to do, like culling half my constables...Not looking forward to that."

"None of us are, Candy girl', see ya' later."

With a final curt nod, the 'Valor' guildmaster disconnected, and the Guild leader conference meeting was officially over.

Spark sighed, "Now, onto other matters."

Dragging the mouse up on the interface, he exited the current meeting room and set up another one, linking up a private VPN call to a different associate.

'Beep'

The screen came to life for a single respondent, revealed to be a young man in his twenties, sporting orange sports shades up on his shaggy mid-length, light blue hair; a sun-tanned visage, and darker blue eyes staring into the screen. He was shirtless, sitting on the sand with a backdrop featuring a sun-gleamed ocean with some wingull singing their calls.

"Spark, buddy! How's it ridin' dude?"

"G'day Brawly, not too bad, yourself mate?"

"Haw, yeah, just catchin' some killer waves bro', check it out." The camera swerved to capture some ten-plus-feet high waves crashing onto the sandy coast, dotted with surfers.

"Aww, righty'o those are some beauty's, I'm jealous mate. Oi listen, I got a favor to call in."

"Anything for another wave slayin' bro'."

He smiled, "You' seen that Wilson bloke on TV and how he wrecked Roxanne's top team?"

"Haw' yeah, that dude's got a mean fighting type on his hands, that wicked move the combusken did was gnarly' man!"

"Yeah, bloody oath, and I'd be bettin' he's coming for you next, matey."

Brawly's eyes widened in a sparkle, "Really!? No leg pulling?"

"Totally serious, he's gonna' try all the way."

"Whoa, that dude's got guts man, can't wait to try out some new moves of my own. Dya' try and get him on your team?"

"Yeah, but trouble is, Blanchy got a hold of him before I could, and she's mighty proud of her new addition…"

"Aww, bumber man. Hey, check this thing out—" The surfer lifted a gleaming object up into the camera.

Spark was surprised as he recognized it.

"Blimey! Where'd ya' get that!?"

"Some traveler was sellin' them man, and it's totally legit'! Works too! Cost me a fortune though."

"That's mad lad, it might help ya' with the favor I need."

"Oh yeah, you were referring to Wilson, right?"

"Yep. When he comes to challenge you?…No poofin' around."

"What do you mean?"

Spark leaned into the screen with a serious glare, "I want you to crush him with your best."

Brawly stopped for a moment and gave him a questioning gaze, "Why's that?"

"Blanchy's too prideful about her new recruit, but if we take him down a notch, he'll figure she won't need him, and that's when I'll come in to prey on his insecurity, and convert him to our side. Get it, mate?"

"Oh! Totally man! Though, why so desperate for this guy?"

"Let's just say, he has a very unique ability. I'll be needin' it for me' line of work…"

Damn psychic's read me like a book...but I'm bettin' money that Wilson's a tad bit different...For now...

"Ah, sure thing bro! Anything for a legend. If this Wilson dude can take Roxy's best team, it'll be a chance to let loose a bit, I've been aching for an epic battle to match these radical waves Man!"

Spark grinned, "Cheers, mate…"

...

...

The floorboard split open with a crack as the blue bodied mudfish crashed into it from the force of the white, wild monkey's strike from above.

"Mudkip! No!" Shrieked May in worry for her starter pokémon.

"Such emotional weakness. I can't believe you're my daughter."

May glanced at her father, who stood tall in his tank top, crossing his chiselled arms, and staring at her with disdain. His navy eyes for a moment shifted to the side as a floorboard creaked behind May.

A slakoth was about to swipe her feet from under but she bounced back, barely dodging it.

"Good, you read my eye movement, but what about the battle happening in front of you?"

Oh crap!

She whirled her vision to mudkip who struggled to move out of the wooden wreck.

"Vigor, Fury Swipes."

"Mudkip! Get up! Dodg—"

But it was too late as the vigoroth cut the hoenn starter mercilessly with several swings of its claws.

"Kiiip!" screeched the mudfish pokémon, its desperation echoed in the training hall as well as his form tumbling along the wooden floorboards. He twitched with an attempt to get up, but fell flat, face first, sprawled on the floor with swelling bruises and bleeding gashes along his body.

"No!" May moved to approach but the vigoroth and slakoth jumped in the way, honing their gleaming claws.

May's jugular pulsed madly in her adrenaline—

"Enough." Commanded her father.

In an instant, the two wild monkey pokémon stood down, with their trained battle hardened expressions dying down to a normal, if anything, sympathetic guise.

Heaving in desperation, sweat running down her sports bra and soaking her body, she held the poor mudfish in her arms as he groaned in pain.

An object clattered across the floor and slid next to her, it was a super potion.

"Spray him and come. The news will start soon, I think you should watch it," said Norman Haruka dryly. The Petalburg gym leader gave her a final glare before walking off into the hall exit, dismissing the monkey pokémon with a wave of his hand.

May did as her father instructed and sprayed the battered water type, watching the injuries fade to a significant degree.

"Can you get up?" she asked weakly, to which he responded with a "Mud."

She and Ash had arrived in Petalburg a day ago, the latter having met her parents and her annoying, dorky little brother, Max. Ash had politely requested a challenge from her father, but he refused on the grounds that the Kanto born trainer didn't have enough pokémon to challenge him with, only having pikachu at the time. Ash, to her befuddlement, had refused to use his other team from professor Oak's lab, and instead, upon her father's recommendation, sought out to catch and train two other pokémon from Petalburg woods to return and challenge him.

While Ash would be undergoing his assignment, May, alongside Mudkip, tended to her impending training session with her father...something she wasn't all too enthusiastic about…

Now, she and her starter crossed the training hall, tired, battered and bruised, following her father.

They entered a modest living room with two sofas and a plasma TV at the familiar window of her childhood household.

Norman Haruka sat on his single sofa with the other two-seater devoid of life.

His eyes were focused squarely on the news anchor on the TV, "Sit," he ordered without so much as a glance.

She did as told, along with mudkip on her lap, with the little blue water-type glaring at the gym leader.

"What went wrong there?"

May's eyes fell to her laps, "I-I failed to maintain full awareness of my surroundings."

"Why must you master this skill?"

"Because out in the wilds of Hoenn, there are all sorts of threats. Not just trainers," she answered.

"Why else?"

"Double battles."

"And how many pokémon do you have…"

"One…" She squeaked out.

The TV replayed the footage of numerous highlights of trainers and their progress in their Hoenn gym circuits, though few in particular stood out.

—"And now, drawing in a large amount of view ratings, we present one of the most highlighted Pokémon League Gym qualifier matches of the week between a newer member of the Gym Leader crew, Roxanne Rachaels of Rustboro, and a mysterious upcoming starter trainer from Birch Labs, Grey Wilson. Here are the highlights of the match—

May jolted at the name.

"I've seen the live feed of the match, so I knew they were going to replay it. Watch closely," said Norman without peeling his eyes off the screen.

Then the match came on screen.

It was Grey, standing at the other end of a rocky arena. He had a new outfit on, and he looked quite imposing and sharp. An interesting choice in fashion...He looked good.

—"Lily! Astonish—"

—"Sucker Punch."

The lizard pokémon, labelled as 'Salandit', was like a shadowy bullet that struck the flowery pokémon in an instant before it could even let out its own attack.

—"Now! Wrap!"

—"K-Flame," commanded Grey calmly.

Salandit proceeded to spew purple like flames in its opponent's face which ended the fight right there. The Lileep was rolling on the floor in agony as the shell of its head was corroding into pieces.

May was astounded at how quickly the round ended, and how ruthless it was.

"Relentless, I like that," commented Norman, observing the match keenly.

Roxanne was walking toward Grey with an upset frown, but the replay footage was cut into the next round.

"Seems like she didn't like his style of battling, but obviously they wouldn't show their little dispute on the news. Clearly that girl has a lot to learn as a gym leader," mused Norman.

What happened between the two? May was deathly curious.

Norman raised a brow as Grey on TV refused to swap out the Salandit, "I see. He's clever."

"Why? Wouldn't it have been better to swap out due to the typing?"

"He's psyching Roxanne out with that choice. Obviously his entire roster has some kind of weakness to rock and ground types. Swapping out wouldn't mean much. But since Roxanne was painfully made aware that salandit is both fire and poison-typed, a ground-type attack from graveler would spell the end of the round. There's no point swapping it out, since it made quick work of the first opponent, and the unnerving choice causes Roxanne to subconsciously be overly-cautious despite having a quadruple type advantage."

"Oh. I didn't...Think of it like that."

"Some battles are won by planting the seeds of doubt in the enemy trainer; this a prime example of why pokémon battles aren't always just about the pokémon themselves, and why their trainers need to be just as steel-willed. Watch. "

—"Bulldoze into Rollout!"

—"Poison fang!"

The collision between the two was obviously one-sided due to the rock-type's bulk, but before tumbling away, the salandit still bit into the graveler, who as a result, was severely burned and poisoned. Amazing and deadly combo.

"That right there, is the difference between you and Wilson, May."

"Which is?"

"He knew there was no way salandit would dodge the attack after that bulldoze, so instead he counter-attacked and got off a Poison-status. Those split-second decisions can change a battle. If he had carelessly told her to 'dodge', the graveler would've gotten a clean hit either way but come out of that unscathed. Though, the burn must've been an internal ability of the lizard's...Interesting. This boy seems to have a grasp on probability management. You'll need to learn that skill too."

May considered how just minutes ago, Mudkip was in a similar position. She made the mistake of giving mudkip a command he was unable to execute, as a result, missing out the opportunity to counter-attack.

"Right," she affirmed as she concentrated on the screen.

—"Shake it off, Gravy, and Rollout again!"

—"Smog 'n' Hide."

The salandit hid within the smoke it generated and the graveler missed the attack.

—"Nice try! Sandstorm!"

The smog was sucked up and cleared out by the shifting winds of sand.

—"Hang in there Joanna! Heatwave! Full power!"

The lizard blasted out a wave of hot air at the graveler who was dealt a direct hit as it barely finished the sandstorm attack.

"He constantly capitalizes on every opening and never allows his opponent to make a move without punishing them for it. Very good."

—"She's right where we want her! Rock slide, now!"

—"Shit, swerve around and use flame burst!"

Though the salandit couldn't move, it launched the attack which was countered by the huge rock graveler threw at it. May's heart dropped on seeing how the rock struck the lizard.

—"Joanna! Ref! Stop the round! She can't battle." Grey called out, looking a bit desperate.

May glanced at her father, who once more raised his thick brow at the spectacle that unfolded next.

She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She understood that Grey was against the idea of the pokéball, that much she gathered from their last conversation, which explained why his combusken was always out. But to think he didn't have any pokéballs? How did Grey command his pokémon if they were technically wild?

"Girl."

Typically her father would just call her by her gender if he was serious. She slowly creaked her neck to meet his cold stare.

"Is that Wilson boy the reason you refuse to use a pokéball for your starter?"

May fiddled with her fingers, but in the face of her father's authority infused aura, she couldn't lie, "Yes…"

"Why?"

"...Because I feel it's right...Somehow."

"Based on what someone else told you?"

"Based on results." She defended shakily.

"Results huh? All I see there is a piss weak water-type,"—Mudkip hissed at Norman, who only narrowed his eyes—"we'll see what results a wild starter will bring. Tch. So I'm assuming that Wilson either owned them before and let em' out permanently. Or...No, that couldn't be right."

What couldn't be right?

The next round was a blitz of movement, with the sneasel jumping over a magnitude attack and slicing graveler with a Metal claw before launching an ice attack at it.

—"Evade and use Stealth rock!"

The ice attack missed and Graveler made several gestures of his multiple limbs, glowing in pewter energy though looking more and more sick. The sneasel dashed forward with another metal claw but—

—"Self-destruct."

—"What!? Neva, abort! Get away!"

May gasped as a massive explosion covered the arena in smoke, with Grey yelling out and being protected by the ref Mime's barrier.

"That's how it goes. Expect the unexpected."

Thankfully, the sneasel was alright. But her next opponent was a huge pokémon that, apparently, not even her father had seen before.

—"Thunderwave!"

The sneasel barely stood a chance. But the final attack she made and the damage it wrought on the probopass was very significant.

May shivered at the sight of the demonic shadow that attacked the probopass. Even on screen it seemed surreal.

Norman was wide eyed in thought, despite having seen the fight before.

"I still can't wrap my head around what that was. I've never seen a dark-type attack like that before…Still, it was clever of Wilson to use ice as an insulator against probopass. That's called using your head, girl."

Norman narrowed his gaze as Grey entered the sandstorm to retrieve the sneasel apparently called 'Neva'.

"And that right there is why you should use pokéballs. This Wilson kid has guts, I'll admit...But his stubbornness reminds me of...him."

Him?

Then Ginger walked into the fray.

And she was nothing short of amazing. Her speed, guile, determination and strength.

—"Retribution!"

Especially after that explosive, final attack which was just...

To think there was such a stark difference between her and...Ash...Grey...Her father; they all seemed like insurmountable rivals. It was almost unfair.

"You have every right to feel ashamed. But…"

She raised her gaze to a thoughtful Norman.

"This Wilson boy, he battles like someone closing in on the 'Expert' level…It's almost suspicious, considering he's 1-0 and you two started out on the same day, disregarding the fact he started out with a combusken, which should have been hard for a beginner to control in any case..."

"'Expert' level?"

He finally shifted his focus to her, "Yes. There are eight trainer skill levels, with a theoretical ninth. In order, they are beginner or Rookie, Advanced, Expert, Pro, Elite, Champion, Master and GrandMaster being the very pinnacle of what a trainer could achieve."

"And the ninth?"

Norman's eyes drifted in contemplation, "A mere folklore at this stage...An urban legend and an unofficial level...But they call it the Mythic level."

"Mythic?"

"Yes...they call it that because they're almost, if not just as rare as a 'legendary pokémon'...These people in theory can only be born with the skill and power to reach such a stage...Often freaks of nature...God-like beings that just cannot even be considered entirely human, similar to 'Meta-humans'...Entire landscapes are shifted and altered in a battle between two mythics, from the raw destructive strength them and their pokémon are capable of…My great grandfather once told me that our ancient family dynasty, from the long since disbanded 'Haruka' clan, once produced such a trainer. However, I'm not sure of the truth behind such a claim..."

May's eyes shifted to the screen where Ginger let out a roar as she stood in the middle of the devastation she wrought from her attack.

Norman tracked her line of sight and chortled, "Wilson's good. But he's not that good. At best he's just touching the expert level. Though his winrate plus his battle count needs to reflect this as well. He's still got a ways to go, and that goes double for you, missy."

"Yes, sir."

—"In other news, the new Lilycove city gym has been completed and the new gym leader, after gone off the grid for eleven years, and being known all this time as the mysterious and famous 'Dream mask' overseas in various pokémon contests, has unmasked and revealed his true identity as Ruby Haruka, Petalburg Gym leader's eldest son, who left Hoenn a young starting trainer, and finally coming back home a success, specializing in the newly discovered fairy-type. He's expected to take charge of the gym soon, starting from next week. I'm sure Petalburg's Mr. Haruka must be a proud fathe—"

Norman smashed the armrest of his sofa under his callused fist, "What!? Ruby!? Why haven't I heard of his return!?"

May jumped at his sudden temper and sunk into the couch, though it seemed she faded from existence in Norman's eyes as he kept swearing profusely while dialing a number on his phone.

Ruby...Haruka...

"Put me on with the PA chairman, now...What do you mean he's occupied damn it!?...I'm calling because I wanna' know why the fuck wasn't I notified of my eldest son's return!? And much less of his new role as a freakin' gym leader!? Is this some kind of joke!?"

His eldest son?

Then that means...

"It's because you're an abusive idiot, as usual, Old man," came a honeyed and silvery voice from the training hall corridor, causing them both to jump at its suddenness.

It was a man of similar height to Norman yet with an identical navy hair color, the same fringed widow's peak and very similar facial features, with the difference being this man's hair was longer, as well as the two jagged scars that crossed his right temple and disappeared into his hair. His eyes were a brilliant copper color, partially hidden behind his round circular shades. His fashion was quite flamboyant, sporting a pink feathered boa scarf, draping over his white vest and passing the leather belt of his pink-black, snakeskin animal print tight pants. His pointed white dress shoes clacked on the floor as he stepped closer with a calm smile on his face.

"Hey lil' sis. You've certainly grown."

May was confused, "Do...I know you?"

Norman shot up from his sofa with veins pulsing on his forehead and knotted arms from the fury he displayed on his visage, "You have some nerve letting yourself back in this house, boy," he said with a guttural growl and a disgusted snarl twisting his lips.

"It's me, Ruby, your brother. Though you might not remember me, since last we saw each other, you were around six-ish," responded Ruby, ignoring Norman.

Ruby!? The guy they just mentioned on TV!? The new Hoenn gym leader!? 'The' Dream mask!?

"You expect her to remember a stranger!?" Hollered out her father in a rage.

Followed by her little brother, Max; May's mother, Caroline, walked into the room from the kitchen with concern in her garnet eyes, "Honey, what's with all the shouting—" She gasped, putting her hands to her mouth as her eyes immediately locked on to Ruby.

The eccentric dressed man gave a sad smile, "Hey there ma'...Been' a while, huh?"

"Oh Arceus above...It's been eleven years...My boy…"

"Some 'boy' we have." Grunted Norman, crossing his arms, but a tearful Caroline immediately embraced her eldest son…

"Mum, dad, what's going on?" asked a confused Max.

Ruby hugged his mother and gazed at the little bespectacled boy, "Oh wow, a new addition to the family?" He asked Caroline, who happily nodded and beckoned Max forward.

"Max, May, this is your eldest brother, Ruby Haruka. He's been travelling abroad for the last eleven years."

Her mother's confirmation sealed it.

The new Lilycove City gym leader, specializing in a newly discovered typing...Dream Mask...Was her eldest brother...Yet another rival and obstacle to overcome. Max was bewildered at the revelation, and May wasn't faring any better.

"Hey there lil' bro, I'm Ruby. Sorry I've been missing awhile, but I'm back now—"

"You're simply 'sorry' for fucking off for eleven years you little shit!? You come here calling him 'lil'bro' like its a casual meetup all of a sudden!?" Their father roared out.

"Norman!" berated Caroline, but the Petalburg gym leader stepped between his family and eldest son, ignoring her.

"Who do you think you are, coming back to Hoenn and thinking 'you' have what it takes to be a damn gym leader of all things!? And pretending like your decade-plus absence was a walk around a corner? Huh!?" He made to grab Ruby by the vest, but he slapped away his father's hand with ease, swerved around him gracefully as he took a few steps toward May, and placed a strong hand on her shoulder with a wink.

"Let's get out of here for a sec, it's getting a bit rowdy in here,"—he turned to the rest of the family—"I'll catch up with you all later."

May was so confused, "Huh?"

She was nauseated as their surroundings completely warped and shifted into Petalburg park, with one of its benches replacing the sofa she was just sitting on and mudkip reeling in confusion as he jerked his head back and forth in amazement.

"Thanks for that, Hecate," said Ruby, gazing behind her, where a shadow loomed over. May turned in her seat and was jolted by the splendorous yet eerie six-foot something creature floating in front of her. From what she could tell, it had a white face with black slanted eyes and white pupils, with oval pink markings for lashes. It's long, mostly baby-blue, layered hair made up most of its bulk that hid its thin small body, the top of which resembled a witches hat, and the lower portion being a gradient of pink into a white bottom, looking like a mermaid dress of sorts. It moved its long bluish head tail that acted like an arm, articulating the three claws at the end of it with a wave in greeting.

It was bizarre, creepy, yet beautiful at the same time, like an ethereal goddess made of nebulous silk and dream essence.

May was both mesmerized and intimidated by the being's appearance, "Wh-what pokémon is that? And did we just..."

Ruby smiled, "Yeah, Hecate Teleported us out of that drama. She's a Hatterene, a relatively new discovery of the Galarian region. She's a Psychic-fairy type, lovely, isn't she?"

"Y-yeah, she is."

"Thank you, May. Your eyes are pretty too," rang a high pitched, siren-like voice in May's mind, startling her and causing her spine to chill in nervousness.

The floating being smiled, "Do not worry, child, I pose you no harm. This is what you may call 'telepathy'. I am converting my neuro-lingual signals into thoughts that you may perceive as a human and transmitting them to your mind. This is how most psychic pokémon can communicate with humans. From what I've gathered on the surface of your memories, this is the first time you've experienced it."

"O-oh. Sorry, it's just...I've never seen a pokémon like you before, and I-I've never had one speak to my mind. Wow. You sound so human."

"Yes. If I open a psychic channel to you, you may speak to me through your mind as well. Give it a try."

"How do I do that?"

"Just 'think your words' and I will detect them."

Like this?

"Yes."

May gasped, "Oh wow! This is telepathy!"

A cute ringing reverberated in her mind which matched the hatterene's smile, it was a giggle, "Yes, indeed."

May turned to Ruby who was amused at her wonder, "So you travelled all the way to Galar? That's so amazing!"

"Yeah, I've been on the road for a while now. Why don't we get something to eat? You and mudkip look famished. It's on me."

May pleaded, "Oh no, I couldn't possibly—"

But her stomach rumbled and again, some more ringing like that of bar chimes with a siren wail resonated in her psyche, with Hecate jerking her head with a wide smile as though she were laughing, "Teehee...I don't think I need psychic aid to know she's lying."

May's cheeks burned from embarrassment.

Ruby laughed as well, "Come on then, May, let me be a proper brother for once, besides, we have much to talk about," he said as he lifted a pokéball, "Hecate, thanks a lot for busting us out of there, you may return."

The hatterene just nodded as the red humming light shot out of the pokéball, touched her, and converted her full height into a red beam that returned to the pokéball. Ruby began walking away but May didn't move, now that she was free to think without her mind being read, "What did you want to talk about? I know he can be a pain, but my father was particularly upset about your return."

Ruby stopped but kept his gaze ahead of himself, "You feel the weight of his disappointment crush you everyday, don't you."

Her breath hitched as his words touched her core, "How...I don't understand."

"I don't need Hecate to know that you're lying to yourself. I can see the hurt in your eyes. I know it all too well. It's the look I saw everyday under Norman's obsessive drive to force a legacy on his children...He started with me when I was only twelve."

"Then why has he only started 'now' with 'me'? Being 17?"

Ruby faced her with a somber gleam in his eyes, "Probably because his misogynistic mind thinks twelve year old girls are too emotionally sensitive. Either that, or he didn't want to make the same mistake he did with me. But then again, Max's existence proves something else...Something far more twisted, which can explain why he bothered with you at all, considering his attitude."

"Something twisted? Like what?"

"He's using you as a 'control' component for Max's eventual training. He plans on eventually pitting you two against each other to create the strongest possible successor to his legacy as a gym leader. He had been planning the same thing for you and I, before Max came along."

The statement was a harsh one, yet despite how ludicrous it sounded, there was a part of her that was heavily inclined to agree.

"That can't be…" May narrowed her eyes in suspicion, "What does this have to do with you? Why are you telling me this?"

Grinning, Ruby raised three fingers, "I have three days before the final preparations are complete for the official opening of my Gym. In those three days, May, if you accept...I'll train you, and attempt to cram eleven years of modern pokémon training knowledge into your mind."

"...Why? What's in it for you?"

He huffed out a chortle as he gazed at the ground in melancholy, "We're siblings...I left you behind to endure harsh treatment from our father...I've never been a brother to you...And that's unforgivable. Allow me this chance to do right by you...Of course, there is a condition."

"And what's that?"

He furrowed his own brows in furious determination, "When you feel you're ready and have assembled a decent team, you'll come back to Petalburg, and crush our father and his ego."

"So you want to use me as a tool for your spite against him, in exchange for me getting stronger, is that it?"

"You don't seem to understand...Norman needs to be saved from himself. Max needs to be spared from his eventual harsh treatment...Once you defeat Norman, I, his eldest, will go on to defeat him at his best, in the 'Hoenn Leaders tournament' that takes place after the 'Evergrande conference'...That will be the final blow to his ego, so the old man can give it a rest already."

Deep down, May knew her elder brother was right. The emotionally tormenting cycle produced by the Haruka lineage's mad pursuit of legacy retention had to stop. Years of abusive torment had to be accounted for. Max, who had been slowly groomed to begin his own harsh training in a few years time, had to be spared of such a fate...But could she trust Ruby?

"What's it gonna' be, sis'?"

May considered her options carefully…Grey came to mind…

'You need to stop caring about who other people are or where they're at...fight back against the pressure of a society that condemns you for not living up to their standards...put him in his place for his spiteful dubiousness…'

The opportunity to train and prove herself against her father, without his particular aid, was standing in front of her in the flesh...

She drew her pokédex and dialed a number on the communication platform. It rang for a few moments.

"Yeah Ash? It's May…"

—"Oh hey May! How's it goin' over there?"

"Fine thanks, listen...You go on ahead with your plans, I'm leaving home on urgent business. Did you want to meet me at Rustboro pokémon center in three days?"

—"Uh...Sure, is everything ok?"

"Yeah. Don't worry. Sorry about that."

—"Oh that's cool. Don't worry about it. Actually, I just got reunited with a great buddy of mine! Brock from my Region! I told you about him, remember? He even helped me out with an angry flock of taillow, and I even caught one!"

"Oh wow, that's great news Ash, can't wait to meet him. I'll see you at Rustboro in a few days then."

—"Awesome! See you then!"

"See ya'."

She hung up and looked at Mudkip who stood by her below, "What do you think, pal'? Are you ready for some real training?"

The mudfish nodded and gave an enthusiastic "Kip'!"

She smiled and gazed at Ruby, determined, "When do we start?"

...

...

In a dark room, illuminated only by lines of numerous monitors and a larger central one on the main wall; the typing of keyboards, clicking of mice and whirring of machinery were the only things keeping the quiet away as a man, sitting on his large chair oversaw all the fluctuating data of atmospheric conditions and gravitational frequencies in different parts of the world displayed on the main screen.

An exclamation broke the rhythm of the room's hum-drum, "Dr. Charon! I've detected signs of residual gravity distortion, it appears to concur with the data criterion for a high-level time-space contortion," called out a young male surveyor.

Charon got up from his chair, "You mean it's possible that a portal has been opened in that area?" he asked in a strained guttural tone, betraying his older age.

"It appears so, sir."

"Patch your screen to mine."

"Yes, sir."

The science-engineer watched the data readings that were somewhat different, yet similar to the space-time distortion Giratina had caused to capture Palkia and Dialga, along with that selfish idiot, Cyrus, his ex-boss. But the reading matched the criteria just fine. It was near-perfect.

Charon, being an ex-Team Galactic member, and their past science division leader at that, had spent the last decade trying to find signs of a portal hotspot that wasn't in Sinnoh, to avoid the authorities that now considered 'Mt. Coronet' and 'Spear pillar' a central touristic location with high-priority protection and preservation.

To think he was once so close to controlling the pokémon gods themselves...Only to be reduced to a man with nothing, constantly fleeing from authority, thanks to a bunch of meddling brats oddly named, Diamond, Pearl and Platinum, as well as Cynthia, the Sinnoh champion herself and others. Of course, only his closest aides believed the tale of his struggle back in the days of team Galactic, with the rest of his followers having doubts of his encounter with so many legendaries and mythicals...

Now, he had assembled a new group: 'The Pulsar Corp'; solely dedicated to finding portals to other worlds and dimensions that could mean new pokémon, or even higher beings to take control of and use for his plans, whether they be of the distortion world, or beyond…

"Find something, Charon?" Asked a tall, thin, pale-skinned and long purple haired woman, standing over and leering at the screen with her narrow silver eyes. Next to her was her weird little 'advanced level grunt' pet, with his bowl-cut teal hair and dark shades peeking out of his black cloak.

"Yes, Sird, finally there's residue from a solid signature that was spawned approximately three to four days ago, we need to capitalize on it right away before it fades completely."

Charon hated to admit it, but it was partially thanks to Sird who was invested enough to aid him in his efforts at rebuilding the scientific foundation of his work and new goals. She was an enigmatic woman, with her personal agenda largely unknown, considering she had aided several criminal organizations in the past from various regions, including Teams Rocket, old Aqua and Magma on one occasion, Galactic...And now the Pulsar Corp. It seemed wherever she went, chaos would ensue, meaning her allies' undoing, after which she'd just simply hop onto the next project or group...Suspicious. But her skills at team management, battling, strategy and tactics were undeniable and too valuable to pass up, but he would still be cautious of her.

"I see. I'll mobilize a team right away, where is it located?"

Charon's orange tinted specs gleamed from the light of the screen he scrutinized, "I'll be coming with you personally to oversee the operation, its location is 31 degrees South, 150 degrees East, elevation 351 meters...That's in the Hoenn Region, in a forest a few miles off of 'Littleroot Town'."

Soon, I'll see my goals achieved...With the aid of Giratina once more, or perhaps someone greater.

Once again, I'll have the God's themselves in the palm of my hands...

...

...

EDIT: I know interludes have a bit of a bad rep for not contributing to the story, however, in my writing, as a literary device, I think of interludes as an interesting way to set up 'sub-plots' that will eventually be addressed in the Main plot, and even affect it in some way.

Everything I write, I try to make it serve the main plot as best as possible, even if it does so in subtle ways. So stay tuned my awesome readers.

Just gotta' clear one thing up:

Teams Mystic, Instinct and Valor, as well as their leaders, respectively: Blanche, Spark and Candela aren't OCs, but are real-fictional game characters representing their corresponding teams in the 'Pokémon GO' games for those who don't know.

Their personalities in 'this' fic however, might be distinct to their game counterparts, (though considering their lack of lore to begin with, there isn't much to go on, as they're just pretty much sprinkle-flavor for pokémon GO).

Next, some explanations:

From the last part of the interlude, you can gather the timeline this AU is based on. (but there will be loose AU elements here and there for story convenience.)

Ruby is Norman's son from the Manga (adventures) itself, however a lot of his characterization will be heavily changed in this fic.

Diamond, Pearl and Platinum (fourth gen) are also canon characters from the Manga itself, which means in this universe, Sapphire, Emerald (Third gen, Hoenn); Gold, Silver and Crystal (Second gen); and Red, Blue, Green, and Yellow (first gen) are real elements in this universe.

Charon was Galactics chief scientist engineer, and he along with Cyrus were already stopped by Diamond, Pearl, Platinum and Cynthia, as you've read. This event has already occurred, but that may not necessarily mean that events from other regions have happened.

(remember, this story is also largely based on the anime, with Manga elements as well as Game elements slowly introduced)

So in a sense, (not entirely), you can consider Ash and May as part of the 'new' gen of their respective regions with the previously mentioned Manga characters (the colors) being the 'modern' gen, (Ruby being May's brother); and people like 'Norman', 'Wattson', 'Moore' (Flannery's grandad) (older mature characters) being the 'old' generation.

Suddenly the name 'Grey' makes a tiny bit of sense, doesn't it? Being that Black and White never made an official 'Grey' version due to it being against the 'Yin and Yang' concept they had going, instead making White 2 and Black 2. (That is the 'actual' reason why Gamefreak never made a 'grey' version)

(Yes, Black and White are also characters from the manga too, even X and Y, Sun and Moon, etc. You get the drill [Not sure about sword and shield, I think the names suggest the same words but not exactly, however, the manga does continue there too])

Sird is a recurring character in the Manga, first featured as a Rocket executive in first gen. (Very mysterious character, who really doesn't seem to have a clear personal goal...Sus…)

Advanced level Grunt is a Team Galactic Grunt that Sird brainwashed into servitude, who developed a fascination for pokédexes (similar to Sird.)

EDIT: I wanted to add trainer classes (the one's Norman gave out) or skill levels to better address the state of the current story's society and their expectations of people from their given skill level, which are significant indicators of said trainer's (or coordinators) abilities, so here they are:

Trainer classes:

Rookie, Advanced, Expert, Pro, Elite, Champion, Master and GrandMaster

Bonus theoretical non-league recognized class: Mythic.

-Each of these will be further explored in the story as we go along, but for now I'll address the more obvious one:

—Champion: The current regional champion who is an important representative and figurehead in the Pokémon League as well as the Regional Trade Commission and (to a degree) reflecting a single example of the region's strength. This person is also an Elite class trainer; the difference is, the champion has defeated the four highest elite trainers in a tournament of five contestants to determine the greater trainer of these five top modern trainers. At a certain point, with the PA's permission, an elite four member may challenge the champion to assume the title, though per elite four member may only do this once a year and at the beginning of a League season.

I'll add anything I've missed out soon enough, for now, that's all! (sorry for any typos)

Hope you enjoyed, and Thanks for all the support! So many of you are super crazy to jump this Murphy Train, hope to keep you on board, coz' the doors are locked, (but not the windows, ;P ).

Thanks for reading, have a good day/night! :)

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