Depending on the version/context of manga of Black and White, I'm taking mine from the one I read, and I own most of the words coming from the characters' lips, as they are my paraphrasing from the actual story.

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Don't Go

The Premise

They met together on the road that fateful day three years ago, and a year before the Pokémon League opened, when 14-year old BW Agency president White was overseeing an agency commercial shoot and a Pokémon League prospect was in the agency's way, looking over a height.

"I'M GONNA BECOME CHAMPION OF THE POKÉMON LEAGUE!" he roared as loud as he could, much to the shock of everyone around him. "'CAUSE I'LL DEFINITELY, CERTAINLY, AND ABSOLUTELY BEAT THEM ALL! THE ELITE FOUR, THE CHAMPION…"

White put her hands over her ears. Who did this boy think he was? Shouting his lungs out, that's what. He was hot-headed, hot-blooded, that's what. He had to go, for the good of the agency.

That same-age 14-year old boy, and the three Pokémon he had with him…

Yet, seeing the male Tepig by the boy's side gave her an insidious idea: she could bend the rules of the agency so she could get that Tepig for the commercial shoot, since the camera crew had no idea they needed a male Tepig for the shoot at all. She took out her Poké Ball holding her Tepig, Gigi, and thought deeply. While contemplating her thoughts, White blamed the director for failing to come up with the information.

"Look! Look at this!" the boy held up a waiver in front of her crew's face. "A new Pokémon League's gonna open near the Champion Road! Me, Tep, Musha, and Brav… WE'RE GONNA BEAT THEM ALL AND COME OUT ON TOP!"

"Alright, alright, we understand," the BW Agency director pushed Black aside. "Now go away."

Black only smiled and turned away. "Whatever," he said. "I've made my vow, and I'm all set to go. Come on, guys, it's time."

White still had no idea whether to take that Tepig of the boy's until she felt a nudge on her hand holding her Poké Ball, and she heard the pop of a bursting Poké Ball. That very Tepig White had been thinking about had freed her Gigi from the capsule!

"Gigi!" White shouted at first, but she stopped in her tracks, and her words.

The two Tepig were jumping around and playing with each other!

With this scene before her, White beamed at the two Pokémon. What a prospect! Yet, her heart fell a little when she saw the boy pick up the male Tepig. "Hey Tep, what're you doing!" he said. "It's time to go now. We have a journey ahead of us!"

Wanting to raise her spirits and not wanting to waste an opportunity like this, White took a deep breath and pulled out a business card before approaching the boy.

"Er… Hi," she said, presenting the business card to him. "I'm White, president of the talent and acting company, the BW Agency. What's your name?"

He smiled, like greeting an old friend. "Me? I'm Black!"

Later on, it came to their surprise that the BW Agency crew had been seemingly attacked. Immediately and without reason, let alone evidence, the agency decided to blame Black for everything that had happened. They threatened to call police to have Black arrested, and despite White wanting to step in in defense of Black's innocence, Black wanted to prove his own innocence instead. Not that White had anything personal with Black, but that his Tepig was key to the agency's survival!

So Black used Musha to help him locate the culprit, which happened to be a wild Galvantula who had ambushed the crew. Black, in retaliation, decided to defeat the wild Pokémon with his own Pokémon, but in doing so, he destroyed all the camera equipment the BW Agency had at the scene! Indeed, the crew wondered how they would every make up the damage. Who had to take liability for this: well, who other than Black, who did the damage?

"The BW Agency will take in all the damages," White said. "After all, he is a newly-hired employee of the company."

"WHAAAAT?" Black stared back at White with wide eyes. No way did he ask for this.


The day after, in no way was Black pleased that his Tep was being used for an acting company. He and Tep could have been more productive right now, like training for the League, of course. Even so, after White did the economics calculating and so on and so forth, it turned out the company was still making losses.

"So basically there's no profit to be made," Black contained, and equally unimpressed at 14-year old White's economics skills. "You might as well just shut down the firm."

The two argued with each other for a while. One said the acting was just a waste of time, and the other insisted acting was being productive.

"Sure," Black continued. "It's good for your actress Gigi's job and your company, but this acting thing is hardly making my time worthwhile. This is a waste of time, so stop this madness. Isn't that right, Ms. President, or should I say, Prez?"

"Don't you talk to me like that!" White glared. "Remember, I paid for all the equipment you destroyed after your hyped battle with that Galvantula! The least you could do is repay the favour and help the agency!"

Black shook his head, and shot back, "Is that the reason you had to borrow Tep?"

White glared back and stuffed a paper into Black's hands.

"What's this?" Black demanded.

"This…" White explained. "The larger paper is the total cost of equipment that I helped you pay off for the time being. The little paper is how much your Tep earns a week!"

Black read through the list and felt his spirit sink, his soul fall, and his heart drop.

"You can't be serious… YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS!" Black yelled. "FIFTY PAYCHEQUES? FIFTY PAYCHEQUES! And on a weekly basis too! YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS! FIFTY WEEKS WORTH OF PAYCHEQUES! That's like an entire year's worth of labour! You can NOT BE SERIOUS! No way am I going to pay all THIS off!"

White brushed her hands and sighed. "Your Tep is employed by the BW Agency now. If you want your Tep back, let me know when you can pay off the other forty-nine paycheques. But until then, you're fully contracted with the BW Agency until you've settled your debts."

Black stared. He felt tears building up in his eyes and stuffed the paper into his bag.

"So by employing me, you wanted to enslave me the whole time…" he muttered.

White held up a hand.

"No, you're wrong about that," she said. "How old are you, Black?"

Black hesitated before he spoke, and he didn't know why he did, but said, "Fourteen."

"Same as me, then," White said. "The agency says you're too young to pay off such a huge debt, so if you were my employee, at least this is a way to make up some debts. You have to take responsibility, you know!"

Black grimaced, but agreed.

"But know this," he heard her say, and then Black looked up again to see her smiling, "I'm really happy that your Tepig can help us out, and this one job here is done and you've resolved the situation. At least I can repay you now by saying 'thank you', right? I don't want to say it forty-nine times, so…"

She paused to take a breath, and Black waited.

"Please let me borrow your Tepig for a while, please?" White asked. "Please? Their jobs aren't done yet, so we can make it worthwhile."

It occurred to Black that White was asking him to help, not demanding, so she was giving him a choice. Well, if he already helped once, what was the harm in helping a little more? Black still had debts, after all… but at least he might enjoy it.

"I'll think about it," Black turned away. "Prez."

Prez? White happily thought. I have you now, then.


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