A/N: Hello everyone, Novice Writer -Yamato here. I'm excited to start up a new fanfic with a subject that I'm comfortable with! (Those of you who don't know me (which is everybody on the earth), please go back and look at the discontinued fic on my profile.) I'm going to try and upload this as often as I can, so please bear with me.
I apologize for the long, long wait; but some stuff was happening with my family and I couldn't do anything for a long while.
Now, without further ado, let's get this started!
Disclaimer: If it wasn't obvious; I do not own any part/inch/atom of Pokémon. If I did, the Orre region would be revived from the dead onto the Wii U with updated graphics. Wes would be the main antagonist and the anime would be more serious. The only things I own in this story are my OCs. This information should be taken as is for every chapter after this one. Also, for anybody expecting this to be actually good… don't. This is my second actual fic, so do expect mediocre writing at the least.
It was a peaceful night in the city of Cyllage. The Fletchling were in their nests roosting, stores of all sorts were closing for the night as everybody bid each other a good night, and many travelers were going off to either the local Pokémon Center, or Hotel Cyllage, hoping to have a good night's rest in order to challenge the Pokémon Gym that resided in the city.
However, this story is not overlooking the peacefulness of the city.
At the top most cliff that overlooked the whole city was a breeding center. The main building was the cover, allowing only a few glimpses of what the rest of the center actually looked like. Behind that however, led to a road that diverted into two different paths, each adorned with a path of beautiful flowers.
One of them led to a wide ranch with a grand lake, where any Pokémon that was dropped off would be taken care of. Along with the lake was a beautiful flower garden ranging from gracideas to simple lavenders, where any Pokémon that loved flowers could reside in.
In the northwest corner of the ranch was something akin to stables and a massive 3 story house. The stables were made exclusively for the equestrian like Pokémon, or for any one that wanted to sleep in there. As for the house, it was white in color with a ruby red roof. Adorning the house were magnificent windows, allowing any customer easy access to see what was up with their Pokémon. At the moment however, anyone could see to the naked eye that the lights were shut off, signifying that it was curfew for the lovely creatures.
The other path lead to a two story home, where the family that ran the breeding ranch, the Graces, were residing in. The house was a faint yellow tint, something that was akin to buttercream frosting. The roof was a nice mellow brown, and it was clear that the residents were asleep, except for one light on the second floor. That occupant was starting his Pokémon journey tomorrow, and he was busy finishing up any leftover packing he had, just to ensure that he was ready for the long trip around the region.
However, neither he nor any of his companions will be ready for the hay storm that is their journey.
The bedroom that Marcus Lloyd Grace resided in wasn't anything grand in the slightest. The room was dressed in a welcoming blue, with white to offset it. On the wall near the window was his diploma from Cyllage High, the high school where he used to attend, Near that very diploma was a bookshelf underneath, holding various research books and novels that he enjoyed. On the wall adjacent from the bookshelf held various trophies, all pertaining to various achievements he accomplished while in school.
Across from the bookshelf was where Marcus sat on his bed, muttering to himself as he rummaged around in his backpack; the very same piece of luggage that he would be using on his journey.
"This is the third time that I'm doing this. Honestly, why do I keep on looking around in this bag when I already know I have everything?" A slight frown was plastered on Marcus's face as he stated this, and he found himself with the answer immediately.
He was afraid, and angry.
Sighing, he felt his shoulders sag slightly as he tried to forget the real reason he was going on this journey. Quickly zipping up his backpack, he placed it at the end of his bed, making a mental note to remember where it was at. After doing so, he went over to his bookshelf and pulled out a personal journal of his, and then placed it neatly on top of his backpack.
Then going over to turn off his bedside light, he looked over at his window, where a tapestry of stars was painted on the night sky. Praying to whatever deity was out there, Marcus hoped that tomorrow would be a good day.
"I HATE YOU!"
"Go to your room!"
"I bet you want me gone, don't you?!"
A slam resounded throughout the halls of a house in Santalune City, where a young boy was in his room, most likely curled up on his bed.
The arguments that happened between the occupants of the home, a mother and son, had escalated in volume as years went by, and it was certain that the duo would be even more driven apart if things were left to happen.
A Granbull looked carefully at her master's son's door, and let out a determined huff. "Granbull Gran. " (Let's see if I can't help out a little.)
Knocking on the door softly, Granbull tentatively padded into the young boy's room, where the small child was indeed curled up into a ball, on his bed.
'Knew it. One point to Clarissa, Zero to Betty.' Clarissa thought to herself as she shook the boy gently.
"Clary, leave me alone…" The boy sniffled a little, making it clear that had been crying.
"Bull Bull Gran. Granbull." (You know you can't get rid of me kid. Come here.) Wrapping her small arms around the boy, she started to nuzzle him in what she hoped to be a soothing manner. After all, she didn't want to stab him with one of her fangs.
Sniffles turned to soft whimpers, and soft whimpers turned to sobs. In between them, the boy let out small whispers to Clarissa, most of which were negative connotations about the current situation.
"Does she hate me?" "Why doesn't she talk about him anymore?" Do you think she would be happier if I was gone?" Some of these questions were only a few of the many that he was letting out, where the Granbull would usually continue to give the answers that proved him wrong. Sure, he couldn't understand her, but she was the one comforting him; hopefully he would understand by her tone of voice.
"Granbull."(No, she doesn't.) "Bull Gran, Granbull bull." (Because she's trying to forget him, so that way she can heal.) "Bull." (She's happiest with you here.)
It had been about fifteen minutes before he finally calmed down and spoke, with puffy red eyes being the only sign that he had cried. "I-I'm sorry Clary. I just… Oh, I don't know. I'm just tired of Mom hiding secrets from me." Clarissa nodded in agreement, understanding his opinion.
It had been years since Case BF-4 happened, and it didn't help that the young master had been only four when it occurred. So, ever since he had found out about it, the young boy hay hounded his mother to know end, trying to get her to speak to him about the case and its details. However, he was always sent away with the same messages, such as: "You're too young right now. I'll tell you when you're older," or "I'm feeling tired right now sweetheart. I'll tell you after I'm rested, ok?" That was why the two had been fighting.
However, the true source as to why the conflicts have happened, why BF-4 exists in the first place?
"I'm going to find out who killed Dad, and I'll bring them to justice." The boy whispered as he felt his eyes close.
Lumiose City was the international city of light, where its grand winding paths and modern buildings matched to the epitome of the world's perception of it. Although it was night, many a person were still out and about, making short stops at shops before they ventured back home. The Lumiose Tower was the beacon that shone, and it lit up almost the entire city. Along with this familiar sight was the distant laughter of joyful people, surely glad that they were alive.
There was one, single place that did not shine as much radiance as the rest of the city did, and that would have to be the alleyways. All residents understood not to go in there, for they knew the dangers of even taking a step inside. It was likely that you would be mugged the instant you went inside, or worse. Because of those reasons, the alleyways were dead silent, with only the stars in the sky acting as lights.
The faint clacks of boots on alley roadway sounded across the supposedly silent, dark alleyway; as a lone figure walked down it. Garbed in a simple black cloak, it was almost impossible to see who it was, or whether to tell if they were a boy or girl.
Looking around a corner, the figure spotted a small crowd around what appeared to be an entrance, faintly hearing the soft pounding of bass among the crowds murmur. However, it neither cared about the club nor many of the people there. The only thing it cared about was the man away from the others, with two women on either arm.
'Better get this over with.' Underneath the cloak, if one could only see the devious smirk that the figure made as it sighted its target. Finding no more need for its disguise, it promptly tore off the cloak, whilst grabbing a Poké Ball from the belt around its waist.
With that, the figure decided to stroll forward, with a look of frost written across her face.
The small bleeps and bops from various machines around in a lab were all too familiar to the old man behind the computer desk. After all, having researched certain subjects in one's life could do that. One could not be a researcher if they weren't used to the sounds that machines made.
"How are the subjects doing today?" A voice said behind the old man, and how his face automatically scowled upon hearing it. It was a voice that belonged to a certain individual he knew all too well. In fact, he loathed having to work with the individual, but he didn't truly care. As long as everything ran smoothly, nothing mattered.
"Oh, they're going along splendidly! Omega is readying himself as we speak, Beta is recovering from a fight with his parental unit, and Delta is doing some other odd job, as usual."
"Good, continue monitoring them as usual. How is the project, might I ask? I would hope it is still alive." Their voice was sharp, and quick. It appeared that they weren't in their usual playful mood.
"I will continue monitoring the subjects as much you want madam. As for the project, why not see for yourself." Clicking on a few buttons, he quickly put some video feed onto the main monitor.
From across the control desk sat said monitor, now showing a room simulating a forest. Within the 'forest' sat an odd creature, looking at the ground with a pensive gaze. It was green in color, with a blue sort of core in the middle of what was supposed to be its belly. Several status marks showed apparent power gauges, as well as stress levels for the creature.
"Although you cannot see it, we have broken its will to resist. I assure you that it listens to any command you give it." A sense of pride swells in his heart, happy to be able to study the creature without holding back.
"I hope this goes well for you. If not, well you already know what will happen to you." A small laugh came in with a haughty tone, and the woman that was there left without a trace.
The old man scowled at her retreating figure, but quickly cracked a wide grin as he stared at the creature displayed on the monitor.
Unbeknownst to the scientists, the very same creature they had imprisoned was meditating on its situation. It knew that help would come eventually, but it also knew that it would be a while before it did. 'How dare they,' thought the creature, 'treat me as if I'm some sort of Caterpie!?'
The creature was one of ultimate power, and many ancient ones knew this. However, that didn't matter to the ones that had imprisoned it. What mattered to them were the powers that it had, and what its 'name' was. What is it's name you ask?
Why Project Z of course.