Phase 01: I am Lelouch vi Britannia

Turn 00: Preparing the Table

Location: Nimbasa City

Time: 8:16 AM August 4th

Condition: Sunny

In the shadows of Nimbasa a group of men hustle around a door. They have dark clothes with a blood red R embroidered on their shirts. They are Team Rocket members each pulling out a red and white poké-ball.

On the other side of the door stood a couple of men in armor-like uniforms also holding out poké-balls preparing for anything to happen. These were the last three surviving members of Team Plasma. In the back was their fourth member, a girl who was holding an orb that was completely black. She was struggling with all her might to open it.

"What's taking so long?" One of them asked her. "We need that opened yesterday."

"Shut up will you, it's harder than it looks." She snapped at him. "Come on you stupid thing just open already!"

"Rosa!" Another tried to get her attention.

"I said I'm working on it!" Rosa demanded silence. "It's not like this thing comes with instructions."

There was a sound on the other side of the door like the releasing of energy. "I don't think they're going to wait for you Commander. We're just going to have to make our own way out of here."

"They're here already?" Rosa put the dark orb in her pocket. "Dang it, they're fast. Come on boys we're going out the window."

"Are you serious?" The third asked.

"As a heart-attack, now, out the window hotshot." Rosa ordered.

"We're at least five floors up; you can't make a jump like that unscathed." The third seemed set on not jumping.

"You're welcome to try and fight your way out." Rosa said before taking a step out the window. The other two followed her out the window rather quickly.

The third headed to the window. The other three had safely landed in the nearby dumpster. Despite seeing them all safe down there he still wasn't sure he'd make the jump until he heard a loud banging at the door followed by the voice of a Rocket Grunt shouting some empty thread. "This is nuts," was all he said before taking the final plunge.

Not two seconds after that, the Rocket Grunts burst through the door and searched the area. One of them looked out the window and saw the four Plasmas running to a nearby building. He didn't waste much time pulling his x-transceiver from under his sleeve. "Hay Proton, I've got some bad news for you."

On the screen was a man in similar attire with green hair and green eyes. Proton glared up at him. "What is it?"

"Those four Plasmas are on the move."

"This is why you don't send a grunt to do an executive's job." Proton whispered while he covered his face with his gloved hand. He then removed his hand and looked directly at the grunt. "Listen up, don't lose them, I don't care what methods you have to use. Transmit your coordinates to me and I'll deal with them myself."

"Right, it'll be a pleasure to work side by side with a Rocket Executive." The grunt said before signing off.

"I wish the feeling was mutual." Proton sighed before taking out a poké-ball. He release the creature inside in a flash of energy "Crobat, get me airborne now. Looks like we've got a long day ahead of us."

Walking through the streets was a young trainer about the age of fourteen with a blue jacket that was black on the sides and white shorts. He had short messy brown hair and matching brown eyes. His disposition matched the surrounding weather quite nicely. This young man is named Kyouhei. He is a fairly good trainer who mainly uses his two powerhouses to mow down any opponents who cross his path. Kyouhei was having a mostly nice day when suddenly he kicked something as he walked. Looking down he realized what it was. Picking it up, he inspected it the pink watch-like device. It was an x-transceiver, it looked a little dirty but seemed fine besides that, to double check he started it up.

Hoping to find some clue as to whom it belonged to he started to searched through the contacts. Work: Julie, Work: Houser, Work: Jonny, Work: Wiess. "Whoever this belongs to, they obviously don't have much of a social life." He remarked to himself glancing over the hundred other contacts on the phone labelled work. Not a single one of them with even an underscore saying friend or work-friend or anything to the like.

"Gosh, a baby name book doesn't have this many names." Kyouhei remarked to himself.

"Does anyone recognize this?" Kyouhei lifted it up in the air making sure the surrounding crowd could recognize it. Most people just ignored him and others shrugged gesturing that it didn't belong to them or anyone they knew. He sighed before there was a loud crashing sound that came from a nearby street.

Placing the x-transceiver into his bag he went to go investigate. It appeared to be a trainer and his krokorok fighting a pupitar. He looked around to see the pupitar's trainer but couldn't find a single person who looked like they could fit the bill. "Could it really be a wild pupitar in the middle of the city?" Kyouhei asked himself.

"Krokorok, use…" the trainer started his command before he was interrupted.

"Stop, right now." From the surrounding crowd a young man approached the scene. He had dark hair, dark clothes, a dark demeanor and violet eyes which of course were a nice shade of dark. He appeared to be about eighteen years old, though by the way he walked you'd of guessed he was much older.

"I wonder what his favorite color is." Kyouhei wondered.

"Is this your pupitar?" the trainer with the krokorok asked.

"No, not legally." The boy with dark hair said. "But it is why I'm here. Just take your krokorok and go, I'll handle this."

"I'm not going to just let a chance like this go. Pupitar will give me 2 Attack EVs if I beat it." The trainer insisted.

"And three weeks in rehabilitation." The boy with dark hair continued.

The two of them glared at each other before the trainer finally ended the staring contest. He had the krokorok return to its poke-ball before muttering, "Fine whatever, there are plenty of other places to get these EVs."

"Thank you." The boy with dark hair nodded, the crowd had already started to dissipate. The trainer walked away and the boy started to walk cautiously towards the injured pupitar. The pupitar seemed ready to pounce in retaliation at any given moment. Kyouhei didn't know if he should jump in and help or leave it alone.

The boy with dark hair knelt down when he got close enough and offered it some berries. He didn't say anything, words didn't mean much to an untrained pokémon, he just gently offered them waiting for it to choose to come. By the time the pupitar even looked at the berries most people had left the area entirely.

Slowly and cautiously the pupitar started to hop towards the boy. When it got closer the boy gave a candid smile and a friendly laugh. When it reached him it started to munch down on the berries and they were gone in a few bites. The boy began to pet the pupitar reassuringly and whisper something quietly to it.

Kyouhei approached slowly from the side. "Hay, you need some help?"

"Not particularly." He said candidly. "He seems fine right now, but if you have a potion to spare that would be great."

"Here." Kyouhei handed him a potion.

"Thanks." The boy said applying it to the wounds while simultaneously feeding it more berries.

"No problem guy." Kyouhei smiled.

"I'm Lelouch." The boy introduced himself, offering Kyouhei a hand. "Lelouch Lamperouge."

"Nice to meet you Lelouch-san." Kyouhei said. That's a weird name. "My name's Kyouhei Tanaka."

"Pleasure." Lelouch said.

"What brings you to Nimbasa?" Kyouhei asked.

"Actually, this little guy here." Lelouch told him. "I work at the pokémon-day-care center on Route 3."

"Oh really, do they always send you to random cities to pick up wild pokémon?" Kyouhei asked.

"Not exactly." Lelouch gave a slight laugh. "It isn't necessarily their job but, when a pokémon is discarded, the old couple up there likes to rehabilitate them until their ready for the wild again."

"Discarded?" Kyouhei asked. "You make it sound like an every-day occurrence."

"It's actually much more common than you'd think. The more serious trainers catch and breed hundreds of these in order to get the perfect pokémon." Lelouch explained his demeanor changing to a much darker one which he tried to hide with a smile. "They discard any that don't fit their expectations."

"That's horrible." Kyouhei said.

"Yeah, but what can you do about it?" Lelouch stood up holding the Pupitar in his arms.

"I suppose so." Kyouhei said.

"But you don't seem like that kind of trainer so you're alright in my book." Lelouch smiled at him. "It was nice meeting you Kyouhei, but I've got to get him to the Day-Care ASAP."

"Nice meeting you too, Lelouch-san." Kyouhei gave him a thumb's up. "Maybe we'll meet again sometime."

"I hope so; I don't meet too many trainers like you anymore." Lelouch said before heading away. "Later."

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