A/N- Hello people! EyeofAmethyst07 again, here with another story. In this particular story, all Pokémon are humanized, and there clothes will somewhat resemble their in-game sprites. If a Pokémon has an alternate form, ie a Mega Evolution, they will actually turn in to that exact creature. The story will follow Giratina as he struggles to adapt to…well, "Colligate Life". If you haven't read my bio, please do!

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon. If I did, it wouldn't be a kid's game, and the villainous teams would win something once in a while. :)

Now, then. Shall we begin?

Colligate Life, Chapter 1

Giratina glanced up at the sign that sat between two massive pillars. Sure enough, it said 4th Elite University. The boy sighed to himself. This is it?

Giratina was an 18 year-old male. His sharp angular features and his wine-red irises contrasted sharply against the grey trench coat he always wore. Golden rings were securely fastened around his ankles and wrists, and the neck-high collar had two half-rings wrapped around it as well. A golden mask that would cover the bottom half of his face hung loosely around his neck, and his grey-black hair was slicked back smoothly. Giratina had wings, too, but those only showed when he wanted them to…

A grey blur whizzed by his ear, nearly knocking him over. As the figure on the skateboard rolled away, he turned and waved his hand. "Sorry!"

Giratina barely had time to note the boy's eye color, yellow, before he took a tight turn around the next building, disappearing from sight. Giratina growled. The nerve of some of these people, he thought. It's almost like they're toddlers instead of adults.

"Giratina, you're not making enemies already, are you?"

Giratina smirked as he recognized the owner of the voice that came from behind him. "Darkrai." he said. "I'm tempted, but not exactly yet. I've got at least give him a chance." The pale skinned boy in front of him raised his eyebrow.

Darkrai was 19 years old, and he'd been a friend of Giratina's long since the elementary years. He had silky white hair that covered his left eye, leaving his other electric-blue iris exposed. He was dressed in a black leather jacket with the sleeves torn from the elbow to the shoulder, and the jagged red necklace that resembled the bottom half of a jaw hung from his neck, per usual.

Darkrai glanced at a piece of paper in his hands. "We'd better head to our first class." he said. "From what I hear, the battle teacher isn't very forgiving when it comes to tardies." Giratina rolled his wine-colored irises. "I can't say I'm too terribly worried about being late to Accelerated Analytical Battle class." he said. Then he asked:

"Who else do we know in that class?" Darkrai glanced down at the sheet of paper in his pale hands. "We've got- I mean, we don't know anybody else." Giratina smirked and he turned to pass under the gates, gesturing for Darkrai to follow him. "That means Cresselia's in the class, right?" Giratina couldn't see his companion's face, but he could imagine it turning scarlet at the mention of his "secret" crush.

"No." was the short reply. Giratina chuckled. "What do you think her category is?" he said. "I know I'm a 120 double defender, and you're a 135 special attacker. What's her strength?" Darkrai immediately answered. "She's got a 130 special defense." he said.

Giratina laughed. "Then, not only does she have the required stat to make the accelerated battle class, but this also proves you spend enough time stalking her to know her category!" Giratina was rewarded with a slap upside the head. "Shut up." Darkrai said. "I don't stalk her, I just-just-"

"Gaze at her lovingly from afar?"

Darkrai's single blue eye almost flashed. "Shut up, Giratina." he repeated. "You make me sound like a lovesick schoolgirl."

"Isn't that what you are?"

Darkrai punched his companion's shoulder roughly. "I'm serious!" he said. "Just drop it." Giratina laughed aloud. Like that's going to happen anytime this century. "You're going to have to confess eventually, man. It's already been nine years. It's a miracle nobody else has picked her up yet."

Darkrai snarled, but his face suddenly cleared as he made a realization. "What about you?" he asked annoyingly. "How're things going with Arceus?" Giratina growled. "I do not want to have anything to do with that psychopathic, ditzy, cruel, heartless little-."

"Oh, look." said Darkrai joyfully, cutting Giratina off mid-insult. "We're here."

The Battle Hall was in the dead center of the University campus. It was a tall, proud building with pillars and walls made of solid grey marble. An emerald-green dome covered the top, and a large statue of some deer-like creature stood proudly in front of it. Suddenly, the bell atop the Hall rang three times. "Two minute warning." said Darkrai. Giratina chuckled, "Thank you, Darkrai, I'd completely forgotten what the warning bell sounded like in our two years of being here."

Darkrai rolled his visible eye. "Force of habit. Sue me." Then his eyes locked on something behind Giratina's shoulder. "Ooh…" he said. "Double take." Giratina turned around, trying to follow his Dark type friend's gaze. "What is it?" Darkrai pointed over his shoulder. "Her."

Giratina's eyes rested on another student who was making her way deliberately up the staircase into the Battle Hall. She was tall, probably around 5' 11", with flowing green hair that stopped at her shoulder blades. The green trench coat that she was wearing almost perfectly matched the one Giratina was wearing, except for the fact that hers had a series of V-shaped spines jutting out the back of it, like dragon scales. Her gaze swept from side to side, suspiciously scanning the campus for something. Her confident gaze locked with Giratina's deadpan countenance. Her eyes were a deep, swirling shade of amber gold, and they scanned Giratina's face for any response. Not finding any, she turned nonchalantly and continued her upward journey.

Darkrai raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Is it just me," he began. "Or does she act a lot like you?" Giratina pondered on that for a moment. She seems self-confident, acts like she doesn't trust anybody, and moves with an air of superiority, he noticed. The similarities couldn't be any closer. However, aloud he said. "Perhaps. Let's get to class." Darkrai chuckled, but said nothing as they scaled the steps.

/-\-/-\

"Whoa. A lot better than the gym, huh?"

Giratina chuckled as he studied the Battle Hall. The walls were stained oak, and the boards went all the way to the base of the dome, where sunlight poured from the many windows. At the far side of the circular room, a discrete desk of grey wood sat, with only a small binder and Pixar-style lamp on it. The door they had just walked in through left them at the top of the classroom. The desks were arranged in a semi-circle, and the closer to the center they were, the lower they sat. In the lowest and center-most point of the room, white lines marked a battlefield. Giratina smirked in anticipation. This is going to be so much fun.

Darkrai moved ahead while his friend was busy admiring the Hall, and Giratina rushed forward to sit next to him in a seat that was halfway down on the left side of the desk arrangement. A flash of green caught his eye, and Giratina noticed that the amber-eyed girl had seated herself in the exact same row that they had, on the opposite side of the class. Giratina tore his gaze away before Darkrai could pick fun at him for looking.

Slowly, more and more students trickled in the Hall, and the empty seats soon became filled. As Giratina and Darkrai made small talk, a bulky, heavyset Latino sat down next to Darkrai. He wore a skin-tight beige muscle shirt, and he had what resembled a champion's belt around his waist. Darkrai stopped talking as he glanced up at the creature that was almost a complete foot taller than himself. Darkrai locked eyes with Giratina, and the leather-clad boy nodded his head towards the brute behind him, like, Can you believe this guy?

The brute took notice of this and jabbed a meaty finger in Darkrai's chest. "Keep a sharp eye, punk." he said in a deep voice. "I'll be watching you…" Darkrai simply chuckled and held out his left hand and charged up a sphere of black-ish purple energy. Dark Void? thought Giratina. Darkrai must actually feel threatened if he's charging that particular move…

"It wouldn't take much for a special attacker like myself to send you flying." said Darkrai lightly. The brute huffed angrily and turned to face the front. "Not if I can land a Close Combat…"

Creeaaak….. THUMP!

All heads turned to the oaken doors that had just closed. A figure in a black polo shirt and dress shoes and pants was standing atop the stairs. His jet-black hair was streaked backwards, then brought forward again, forming two pointy ends. A pair of sharp blue eyes the same shade as Darkrai's swept over the class. "Greetings." said the man. "I am Yveltal Destruction, but you will be calling me Professor Yveltal, or just Professor if that suits you better."

The professor began descending the stairs. "You are all here because you excel at the one thing that our species can do exponentially better than any other: battling. I expect no less than your best effort, and any students who drop below a B average will be cut from the program." The students began murmuring nervously between themselves, but Giratina simply smirked. Although Darkrai was the Honors student, if there was one thing Giratina excelled at, it was battling.

Yveltal made it to the bottom of the steps and crossed the battlefield to stand behind his desk He opened the small binder and glanced up at the class. "I will now call roll." he said loudly. "Arceus, Alpha." A thin white girl dressed in workout shorts and a tank top with shoulder length hair stood, her emerald eyes sparkling with what appeared to be cruel joy. As soon as she stood up, the jaws of half the males in the room dropped. Giratina rolled his wine-colored irises. Get over it, he thought. She's nowhere near worth it.

As Yveltal continued down the list, Giratina thought about his experiences with the pretty female, none of them good. Arceus was a seductress, and you would find her constantly surrounded by hordes of boys. Darkrai at one point had fallen as well, but he quickly saw what others had failed to see past her looks; Arceus was the cold, ruthless popular girl that came straight out of a High School Musical movie.

"Darkrai, Pitch."

Darkrai stood at hearing his name called, then sat down quickly. Despite his quick to fire anger and exceptional battle skills, Darkrai was very anti-social. The only reason he and Giratina were friends was because Giratina was exactly the same way, just with a tad bit more confidence and deadpan thrown in.

"Giratina, Renegade."

Giratina stood up, and he tried to glare at as many people at once as he could. Before he sat down, Yveltal called out the next name. "Rayquaza, Sky." The amber eyed girl from earlier stood up and held Giratina's gaze coldly, and Giratina fought the urge to sit down. Darkrai was right, he thought with a start. She does act like me…

Neither student sat down and the others in the class took notice of this, beginning to whisper amongst each other. Yveltal glanced up before returning his gaze to his roster. "All right you two, sit down." he said. "You'll have plenty of time to prove yourself later in class." Both students took their seats, never averting their gaze from each other. Why haven't I seen her before? Giratina wondered. You'd think I'd have noticed someone of this caliber immediately.

Yveltal put his list down and glanced around the Hall, scanning the students. Giratina broke his gaze from Rayquaza to meet his professor's stare. "We should be expecting some transfer students soon." said the Professor. "If they show up-."

THUMP! "Whoa!" CRASH!

The doors to the Battle Hall flew open, and a grey blur on a skateboard came flying over the stairs, face planting right in front of Professor Yveltal. Two more students, one dressed head-to-toe in black and the other in white, descended the stairs, calmly following the rampant skateboarder. The grey clad boy jumped to his feet and frantically dusted himself off. Yveltal raised an eyebrow bemusedly. "I suppose you are Kyurem?" he asked formally, distaste forming on his words. The grey-haired boy nodded enthusiastically. "Yep, that's me, Kyurem Boundary." he said. Kyurem pointed to the two students behind him. "The girl in white is Reshiram Vast, and the guy in black is Zekrom Deep."

Reshiram was dressed in a white jogging pullover, with tight fitting white sport pants. Her short white hair had twin streaks of red, and her cold blue eyes scanned the Hall in a bored fashion.

Zekrom was dressed in all black apparel, with a long sleeved Under Armour and a Nike workout shirt and pants. Thick black hair with streaks of blue topped his head, and his red eyes glared at Reshiram with a fiery vengeance. Although the white-clad girl was slightly taller than her two companions, Zekrom was considerably more built.

Yveltal kept his voice level. "And why could they not introduce themselves?" he asked. Kyurem snickered. "They normally don't say much." he said. "That and also the fact that they hate each other." Yveltal's other eyebrow rose to the top of his forehead. "Is that so?"

Kyurem nodded. "Yup. They're not siblings, but they sure as heck look like it. They've hated each other since Elementary." Yveltal raised his hand for silence. "I did not ask for your life story, Mr. Kyurem." he said. "All three of you find an empty seat."

Reshiram immediately stalked over to the right side of the Hall, and Zekrom turned left. Kyurem made a beeline for the seat right next to Giratina. As the grey haired boy plopped himself next to Giratina, he extended his hand. "Sorry about almost nailing you with my skateboard. Kyurem Boundary." said the grey-haired boy, his yellow eyes gleaming playfully. Giratina rolled his eyes at realizing that Kyurem was the yellow eyed guy on the skateboard from earlier. That probably goes to show something, thought Giratina. But I'm not exactly certain of what. Giratina extended his hand and shook firmly. "Giratina Renegade." he said, and he pointed a Darkrai behind him. "Darkrai Pitch." Darkrai gave Kyurem and acknowledging nod.

"All right, settle down." said Yveltal firmly, and the class quieted. "Most Professors would give you the first week easy to 'get accustomed to the routines'. I, however, will not grant you with such pleasures." Yveltal stepped out from behind his desk, and Giratina could make out the beginnings of a miniscule smirk creeping out on his face. "So I will start by asking this: Who believes they are the best in this class?" A stocky boy in a purple/pink jacket stood immediately. "I do." he said. Yveltal turned his gaze to the boy. "Mr. Mewtwo Genetic?" he asked, and the boy nodded assent. Yveltal frowned. "You scored a 680 on the Base Statistical Test, if memory serves." Mewtwo nodded.

"But you lack a grade higher than a C in any other class. How did you enroll in this class with below-required grades?" Mewtwo opened his mouth to answer, but someone else beat him to it.

"He bought his way into the class, that's how."

Every head turned toward the brute that sat next to Darkrai. Mewtwo snarled. "What did you say?" The brute stood up casually and effortlessly met the other boy's glare. "Everyone here knows your father's a rich man." he said simply. "He would expect nothing less than the top classes for you. So you only got into this class because of your father's money. Without that," The brute let out a short, confident laugh. "You're nothing." As the entire class went "OOOHHH.", Yveltal raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Machamp?" he asked. "Would you like to participate in this class' first battle against Mr. Mewtwo?" Machamp laughed, then jumped straight from his fifth row seat and landed on the left side of the battlefield with a heavy thud. "Of course."

Mewtwo grinned evilly and made his way to the right side of the battlefield. Mr. Yveltal retreated to sit in the chair behind his desk, and the other students settled in, eager to watch the battle unfold. Kyurem nudged Giratina's shoulder. "Why is that idiot doing this?" he asked. "He's got the type and stat disadvantage." Giratina didn't respond, as Darkrai did for him. "He's a fighting type." said the white-haired boy. "Testosterone goes to his head easily." As Kyurem laughed Giratina thought about his friend's comment. I don't know, he thought. Machamp might have a few tricks up his cut-off sleeves…

Professor Yveltal's voice rang out. "This battle will continue until one of you is unable to continue. Ready?" Both contestants nodded, and they settled into their respective battle stances.

"Fight!"

/-\-/-\

Mewtwo immediately extended his hand and it glowed pink. "Psycho Cut!" A crescent of pink energy barreled towards Machamp. The fighting type extended his own hand in response, and it glowed red. "Flamethrower!" the two attacks collided in midair, cancelling each other out. Machamp laughed. "You know, with all that power, I thought you'd hit harder." Mewtwo growled and brought both hands to the middle of his chest, charging a wave of energy. "Psystr-!"

"Sucker Punch!"

Machamp suddenly lunged forward and landed a massive punch on his opponent. As Mewtwo went flying back, the class gasped in amazement. Giratina even gave an impressed whistle. He knows Sucker Punch? How is that possible?

Mewtwo immediately rose to his feet, and he was momentarily encased in a halo of pink energy. "Future Sight." he said, and as the light faded, Machamp raised his hand again. "Flamethrower!" The wave of fire narrowly missed Mewtwo as he rolled to the side to avoid it. The Psychic type pointed at the ceiling and said "Thunder." Dark clouds formed directly over Machamp's head, and just before the bolt of lightning struck him, he disappeared. When he reappeared two feet to the left, he grinned knowingly.

"Substitute." he said. Mewtwo chuckled and raised both his hands. "Future Sight!" he yelled, and a wedge of pink energy formed over Machamp's head. Mewtwo thrust his hands down, and the wedge followed suit. As it made contact with Machamp and the ground, a cloud of smoke welled up from the force of the impact. Mewtwo smiled smugly, and the rest of the class looked on in anxiously. Did he make it? they whispered. Can he keep fighting?

The smoke cleared and where the wedge had nailed the ground…stood Machamp, completely unscathed and a huge grin on his face. Mewtwo stumbled back, shocked. "What?" he said. "How did- What?" Machamp's body glowed a deep maroon. "My turn." The glow intensified around his hands, and he jumped into the air yelling, "Night Daze!" When he slammed his fists to the ground, a massive wave of dark energy rushed towards Mewtwo. The Psychic type had no time to dodge and was hit with the full force of the impact. Mewtwo went flying and slammed against the wall, knocked out cold.

There was absolute silence. Even Professor Yveltal seemed at a loss for words. Then Machamp jumped in the air and did a front flip. As he did, his body glowed purple, and when he landed; well, he wasn't even a he anymore.

Where the Machamp had once stood, a thin girl now stood, a smirk on her light brown skin. Red and black hair flowed all the way down to her heels, and it was tied off with a blue gem. Her blue-red lined irises gleamed with a joy of trickery. Yveltal applauded, breaking the shocked silence. "Well done, Miss…"

The girl smirked and bowed formally. "Zoroark Illusio." she said. Yveltal nodded approvingly. "You may return to your seat, Miss Illusio. Well done indeed…" As Zoroark stalked back to her place beside Darkrai, Yveltal addressed the entire class. "This goes to show you, ladies and gentlemen: never underestimate your opponent. Even if your scores are Legend Class-." The Professor glanced at Mewtwo, who had risen and was returning to his seat. "-that does not guarantee victory."

As Zoroark sat down next to Darkrai, all three boys leaned over in their seats to look at her, eyebrows raised. The long haired girl gave them a sideways glance. "Can I help any of you?" she asked. Kyurem grinned and opened his mouth to voice a snarky comment, but Giratina put his hand on the boy's chest. "Not at the moment. We are all simply very impressed." A sideways smile formed on Zoroark's face.

"Thanks." she said. "Can you guys fight that well?" Giratina chuckled and rested his hands behind his head. "Darkrai is one of the best special attackers I've ever seen, and he's scored a 600 on the BST." Giratina raised an eyebrow at Kyurem.

"I have pretty even stats." said Kyurem. "I scored a 660 on the BST, but under certain circumstances I've gotten a 700…" Giratina turned to face the yellow-eyed boy. "A 700? I've only scored a 680, and 720 is the best you can get. How did you score that high?" Kyurem simply chuckled. "You'll know as soon as we start double battles." he said tauntingly. Double battles? thought Giratina. The BST is a solo test. Why would having someone else with him matter…?

Professor Yveltal managed to get the class under control. "That was very entertaining." he said. "But it's time to learn now." The entire class groaned, and Yveltal chuckled. "You've all got textbooks under your desks. Find them and open them up to page four, starting with Type Effectiveness. This should all be review…"

/-\-/-\

The rest of Battle class went without interest to Giratina. His other two classes, Species Naming and Phantom Physics went by even quicker. Soon it was midday, and Giratina went to the campus food court to grab lunch. After grabbing a ham sandwich from the university menu, he walked around, trying to find someone to sit with. Not surprisingly, Darkrai and Kyurem were the only two seated at a 6-person round table. Giratina sat down so that Kyurem was in between himself and Darkrai. As soon as he set his sandwich down, Darkrai greeted him.

"Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend." he said. "You survive your classes?" The ghost and dragon type snorted. "Barely. The Physics teacher almost put me to sleep even faster than you could, Darkrai."

Kyurem put his hands up. "Alright, I need you guys to tell me something." Giratina turned his head slightly to face the grey-haired boy. "Yes?"

"What's with your guys' necklaces? One of you stole a Fraxure jaw and the other's wearing a golden spike ball!" Darkrai and Giratina glanced at each other. The former laughed while the latter simply rolled his eyes. "I wear my mask as a representation of my battle capabilities." said Giratina seriously. "When it comes on my face, I become someone entirely different." Kyurem laughed.

"That sounds like an old ninja movie." he said jokingly. "What's it called?" Giratina turned the golden mask over in his hands as he remembered. "The metal used to make this was passed down in my family for generations. My father gave it to me as an orb, and he called it the Griseous Orb. I later reshaped it in the form of this mask."

Kyurem blinked. "Wow. Sounds pretty intense." The Ice-type turned away from Giratina to face Darkrai. "How 'bout you?" Darkrai fingered his red jaw-like necklace anxiously. "I honestly can't remember why I keep putting this on." he said. "It's just become a habit after doing it for so long." Kyurem raised an eyebrow. "Is it a family heirloom? Is it trustingly passed down from generation to generation, each one entrusting its secrets to-."

"I think he gets it, Kyurem." cut-off Giratina, rolling his eyes. Darkrai snorted bemusedly, then returned to fingering his necklace. "It's not an heirloom. Someone…else gave it to me." Giratina couldn't resist slipping a sardonic grin on his face. Darkrai's eyes met Giratina's and the Dark type looked almost pleading. Don't, Darkrai seemed to be thinking. If you tell Kyurem about this, I'll never hear the end of it for the next twenty centuries.

"So," Kyurem said, interrupting the staring contest. "Get me up to speed." Darkrai raised an eyebrow. "On what?"

"On gossip. I've heard enough about you guys. What are the big rumors, scandals, stuff like that? I want to know what's been going on here before I moved." Giratina snorted. "There's no gossip here." he said. "We haven't had any dramatic betrayals, rivalries, or romances here in about ten years." Kyurem gave a low whistle. "That's a long time." he said. "Somebody should do something about that." Darkrai spoke up next.

"I think we may have a solution to that rivalry problem." he said. "In Battle class earlier, I could definitely tell that…that…" Darkrai stopped talking as Kyurem held a single finger in front of his face. The yellow eyed mischief-maker moved his hand slowly to the side, and Darkrai's cyan blue eyes followed it. Then the finger was moved to the other side of his face, and Darkrai's eyes followed it again. "What the heck are you doing?" asked Darkrai slowly. Kyurem nodded his head and leaned back in his chair. "Just making sure your eyes work fine." he said officially. "Every time you look at me, your eyes go over my shoulder, then to my face."

Giratina turned around to glance behind him, looking for something that would warrant the constant diversion of his friend's attention. His wine-colored eyes came to rest on a blonde girl dressed entirely in a shade of purple-pink. As she talked with her friends, her soft red eyes gleamed with amusement. Ah, thought Giratina with a smirk. Cresselia.

Giratina returned his gaze to Darkrai, who was rubbing his necklace with slightly more force. Kyurem noticed this as well and looked back at Cresselia, then looked at Darkrai with an eyebrow raised. "So," he said. "No major romances for ten years, huh?" Darkrai went rigid and returned to eating his food. "Yes." said the white haired boy stiffly. Kyurem laughed. "I'm not nearly as annoying as I make myself out to be. I won't press you." Giratina raised an eyebrow. That's a lot more mature than I thought he was. I wonder what else that boy can do…

"But you do have to tell me one thing; how long you known her?" Darkrai roughly swallowed a bite of lettuce. "Nine years." he said stiffly. Kyurem gave a low whistle. "Alright. Tick, tock, then." Darkrai growled and clenched his fist. "I'm not the only one with something of interest." he said, pointing a pale finger at Giratina. "I think he's already got some bad blood with green girl from Battle class."

"Rayquaza." recalled Kyurem. "She acts a lot like you, man. How long have you known her?" Giratina rolled his eyes. "I only saw her today; I haven't even spoken to her yet." he said. "There's nothing of interest going on here: although it does appear that we harbor similar dislikes for each other." Kyurem smirked like he'd talked himself into a trap. "You know what they say about that; It's-."

"A 'love-hate relationship'." completed Giratina with his voice bored. "Yes, I've heard that one before. But don't try to apply it to me. I've had Darkrai try that enough already." Kyurem chuckled, and Giratina got the distinct feeling that this would not be the end of this conversation. Kyurem continued to make small talk with Darkrai, while Giratina thought hard. This year will prove to be interesting, he thought. Three transfer students, twice the pressure about Cresselia to Darkrai, and now a new powerful loner who rivals me… This year will be very interesting indeed.

/-\-/-\

E/N-(Gasps for air) Wow, that one was a lot longer than 1,000 words! I'll be switching on and off between this story and my other one, Monster. If you somehow haven't read it, I highly advise it. Please tell me how I did! Was the battle scene good enough? Did I get all the stat #'s right? (Before anybody says anything, both Machamp and Zoroark can learn Flamethrower in-game.)

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