(A/N) Hello one and all and welcome to my first Pokemon fanfic. Which is weird considering I've been a Pokemon fan since I was a little kid, but I guess ideas just never came to me. *shrug*. I've gotta say, it's been nice writing again lately and I'm glad to have something to post on here again (What with the Ratchet and Clank fics all going and dying…)

Well… Pokemon belongs to Satoshi Tajiri and Game Freak. Otherwise, everything else came from the insanity that is my head.

Prologue : An Intro to Life

Well, kid. I guess it's come to this. So how are you supposed to fulfill your little fantasies of becoming Pokemon League Champion or a "Pokemon Master", what is that anyway? Either way, everyone wants to be the greatest at everything that they do. They're so sure they can when they're little. But let's be realistic here, how many times have you gotten your butt whooped and put in your place? Never enough to put those crazy fantasies aside? What a dumb kid you must be.

Me? I learned a very long time ago to put that kinda thinking behind me. And wouldn't you know, I've turned out pretty okay. 'Least in my opinion. What? You think otherwise. Ah, grow up. This is my story here kiddo.

So you want to battle all the Gym Leaders? Beat the Elite Four and become Champion? Maybe even save everyone from Team Rocket. Very cute. But you think you can with that weak Pokemon of yours? Get a grip! You wouldn't even be able to beat a junior's first Rattata with that pathetic scrap of yours.

Angry? What are you gonna do about it? You know I'm right. You better smarten up, and smarten up quick. I've got a Sandslash who loves tearing up annoying little brats so he can sharpen his claws.

Every kid's supposed to have some idea of what they wanna do when they're older at your age, eh? So what do you wanna do? Doctor, Trainer, Breeder, Contests, all of them? To tell you the truth, I never knew what I wanted to do. I was a pretty good battler and I couldn't stand the sore sight of some trainers with their Pokemon. How dang pathetic they were. How they didn't deserve the powerful Pokemon they had. Pokemon that wanted to grow and then there were their trainers who just couldn't help them. So, I guess when I was offered to join Team Rocket I thought of how many Pokemon I could steal so that they could be passed on to real trainers. Trainers who could help them reach their potential, not waste their energy beating back Caterpie.

You think we're the bad guys, torturing those poor Pokemon by taking them from their trainers? I dunno, all of the Pokemon I've stolen are actually pretty cooperative. In fact most seem much happier than they were with those horrible people who wouldn't let them grow.

You might think what I do is wrong, but at the very same time I can't stand watching what you people do. So who's right? You? Why, because society says that you're right? So what? The majority isn't always right, another lesson you're gonna have to learn when you grow up.

You think I've got a few things left to learn too? Sure, maybe. But that doesn't mean I have to learn them from you, kid. You and those weak little Pokemon of yours can go have fun. Raise them well, or else I might just come back for them.

Hey, what-? Are you following me? What for? I thought I was the big bad guy! You're willing to reconsider? How sweet of you. Now what do I need to tell you to manage to convince you?

Tell you how I came to join Team Rocket? My experiences here? Kid, now that's a long story. Sit down, because I just might have the time to tell it.