The Spy Goes to School
Written by Quiet Librarian

I do not own Pokemon Special Adventures.

"Class, today we have a new student."

Yeah, a new student. Student, huh.

"She's a little bit shy in introducing herself."

Shy? Oh you better watch your word.

"Meet your new friend, Yellow!"

Your friend, huh.

I smiled so cutely and sweetly. It felt like swallowing a thousand tablets of saccharine, and I feel like I could throw up right on the spot.

"Hi! My name's Yellow, nice to meet you!" I said so coyly.

Nice to meet you, because all your futures are doomed since you stepped your shoes in this school anyway.

Those students stare at me with an accepting look. Well, that's good, since I'll need it.

I'll need it for future inspections at this school.

"Alright, Yellow, welcome to Kanto High, I hope you'll enjoy learning here!"

I plastered the saccharine smile on my face. "Of course I will, Miss Erika."

"Yellow, you can sit at that desk. It seems comfortable, and we wouldn't want our new friend becoming uncomfortable, aren't' we?" Her fingers pointed at an empty desk beside a boy with a jet black hair.

Well, it better be comfortable. Because from now on, I'll be VERY uncomfortable with literally everything.

"Thank you, Miss Erika," I replied shortly. My voice still retains its sweetness. Good. First impression is the key.

I walked straightly to the desk that Miss Erika pointed, and I quickly took books out of my bags. Other students seemed to take their books too, since the lesson's going to start.

I pulled those books roughly out of my bags, and I squealed with a voice that almost cannot be heard.

My Swiss Army knife got stuck in one of my books.

I quickly pull the knife and put it in the deepest part of my bag. Urgh, what if someone sees that tool? I'm done for.

"What is it? Did something happen?" Miss Erika still wrote on the chalkboard without aiming her eyes on me.

"Nothing, please continue the lesson." I quickly zipped my bags and locked it. It's a big relief that Miss Erika didn't see anything. But what about the other students?

I saw everyone around me. It seems no one's paying attention to my actions. Even the boy with jet-black hair, who's the closest with me in terms of distance, is actually playing with his pen absent-mindedly.

I looked at the other side of my desk. A brunette is looking at herself at a hand mirror that she held.

Okay, I'm safe. It seemed I really had to manage my weapon placements.

Why would a student as innocent as me bring a Swiss Army knife, you ask?

Well, first thing first, I'm not innocent. That saccharine smile they witnessed before is fake, as you can tell. Maybe "cyclamate smile" would be a better name; sweetness that hides something dangerous.

Now, maybe some of you ask, why would a girl wear 'a mask' and bring a Swiss Army knife?

That's a correct question with a long-ass answer.

I was told to enroll in this school. I'm a spy. My boss told me to. Oh, and I'm not a serial killer. It's the opposite; I am here because I have to safe those students.

It all started with that old man calling me to his office.

Two months ago...

"What? Becoming a student? Are you joking? Like, seriously? This is not April's Mop, why would you-"

"I'm serious, Yellow."

"But Grandpa –"

"Hey, I'm not your grandfather. I wonder since when did you call me that."

I was standing in front of that man. An old man named Professor Oak. Maybe 'Professor' isn't really a matching title for this guy. Maybe because he's just a freaking smart ass at everything.

"Just because I treat you like my grandchild, it doesn't mean that you have to call me 'Grandpa'. It's just so awkward and-"

"Alright, to the point. So you're not joking?" I scratched my head in exasperation. Is this some kind of joke or he's being serious?

"Yes. You have to enroll in Kanto High. With that brain of yours, you'll pass the entrance exam easily. You're still a school girl, so-"

"Wait, wait, wait…why would I go to school? I mean, I can learn almost anything from you, and you're probably the smartest person in the-"

"This is a mission, Yellow."

Upon hearing the word 'mission', I became silent.

"Your mission is to 'infiltrate' Kanto High, and search a person that has caused this crime act." Professor Oak grabbed a bunch of stapled papers and flipped some pages.

"Well, it cannot be said as a crime act yet, but I just have a feeling that it is, and it's happening.

"A lot of parents have complained that after a period of time their children enroll in Kanto High, they cannot communicate with them anymore. Their e-mails are not replied by their children, they got literally zero information about them, and so on. In short, the contact between parents and their children got severed."

I try to analyze what Professor Oak has just told to me. The first thing that popped in my mind is those parents are just worried and nothing else.

"Aren't those parents overreacting? Students are often busy, aren't they?" I said with a bit of doubt in my voice. I try to analyze it more.

"Well, they may have overreacted, but there's an interesting note you should consider."

Professor Oak flipped those pages several times again.

"Those students were once very actively communicating with their parents. They stopped communicating all of sudden."

Now that's weird.

"There were no text or conversation about them having exams and all, and since Kanto High really limits their information to anyone that's not a student of theirs, parents have almost zero knowledge about exam schedules or special activities at the school."

"So," I took out a deep breath, "they just…gone?" I asked hesitantly.

Professor Oak nods. "Worst case is probably an accident that caused death, but that can't be true, since a lot of parents, not only one, were complaining."

"An accident that caused mass casualties, probably? I heard Kanto High have some weird-ass competitions, showcases, and such."

"That cannot happen because first, they will need to contact a hospital, and the mass would be crazy, since Kanto High is popular. Kanto High doesn't have surgeons or doctors. Even though it's considered a wealthy school for wealthy people, Kanto High is well-known if the students are in need of surgeries, they are sent to hospital. They cannot do surgeries. It is to avoid malpractice in surgeries they have done several times in the past. That's why now they build Kanto High really close to a hospital. They literally only need to cross the road in front of them to go to the hospital.

"And the second one is, when I asked about when do they lost contact with their children, all their answer differ. I'm not really sure consecutive accidents would happen without the media knowing, no matter how conservative Kanto High is in terms of information."

I put my hand on my chin. "So it cannot be an accident…"

An interesting mission.

"Alright, I accept this mission," I said to Professor Oak. He gave me a warm smile.

"I knew you would. After all, you need to communicate with kids around your age too. Hanging with adults and carrying weapons, stalking criminals, isn't what a teenager would do, isn't it?"

"Oh, shut up, you." Sigh, this old man never changes. I wonder how he is playful yet serious at the same time.

"Any clues again? Do the students have similarities?"

"Yes, there is."

"What is it?"

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"They are all talented students," I repeated Professor Oak's words without my knowing. I just realized that I'm not in his office, but in Kanto High's classroom. Sigh, my mind really fly anywhere it wanted, huh.

I try to copy Miss Erika's note on the board, but every time I move my fingers, someone inside me says, "What the f*ck are you doing?", "That isn't related to this mission at all."

Sigh, but still, I need to be a normal student too. What would they do if they found out that I'm actually carrying weapons, not taking notes, and a spy? To conceal myself, I must become a student, and a student takes notes. With all of my energy, I grabbed my pen and wrote what's on the board, copying it to my book.

After everyone's done copying, Miss Erika explained this and that, but I don't really want to listen, so I just plastered the innocent-looking face.

The bell rang, and my first lesson is finished. What I have got in this lesson is not to put your weapons carelessly, and probably some Biology that has probably nothing to do with my mission. After all, I learn already too much Biology from that old man Oak.

I was about to stand and leave the room, but someone pat my shoulder.

"Hi Yellow!"

Author's Note

I have written several PokeSpe fanfic, but they're all deleted.

So this is kinda like the first one. I actually delete all those fanfic myself because they are so crappy.

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