I suppose I'd better add this part.

Hiya all! I'm Charoshi!

I'm not an overly new writer, I've been going for a while now. I have this posted up on another website, so I do have experience in the field. I would love some reviews, as nothing makes me happier then the reviews I get.

However, I do not own Pokemon. *sniff*

I do own the majority of the characters that will be appearing in this story, except the obvious exceptions, like Professor Oak and the Pokemon.

Prologue

The Legend Begins

"With all due respect, sir, this is nuts!" exclaimed a rather bulky man, whose emerald green eyes were wide with shock. He knew his boss was always a little off, but he had never expected he was this far gone. Perhaps it wasn't too late to turn in his resignation.

"Nonsense, Johnson, my plan is brilliant! All we need is for our little friend to show up," cried Johnson's boss, whose long flowing blonde hair danced wildly in the wind. Johnson wished he had hair; he had always loved the feeling of having it blown by the wind. All he had was a glint of moonlight shining of his bald head.

Johnson knew there was no reasoning with his boss, as he had a harder head then a Rampardos, and was more stubborn then a disobedient Tauros. He knew the look in his bosses chocolate brown eyes. He recognized that fire from their youth, a look of determination, stubbornness and courage.

"Johnson, ready your Poké balls. This one might just be the hardest of them all," Johnson's boss decreed, but Johnson did not need his boss to tell him that. He could feel the night air chilling, and he knew that the time would be arriving soon. He instinctively threw out his Poké balls, and he knew they'd be in for one hell of a fight.

"Sir, the power of this creature is immense. Are you sure my Umbreon and Alakazam can do it?" He asked hopefully. Not that he did not believe in his faithful Pokémon, but he knew it would be tough. The dark evolution of Eevee looked ready to fight; the yellow rings on his body glowed fiercely. His Alakazam however, looked fairly calm, twirling the spoon around with his mind, with his moustache twirling in the breeze.

"They will have help from my Swellow, you are the distraction," he told Johnson carefully. Upon cue, his Swellow released from the ball, his green plumage shinning gracefully in the moonlight. Johnson's boss gave his Swellow a small, syringe like item. He whispered something quietly to it, and the Swellow nodded in understanding.

The night air grew chilly, the Pokémon became tense, and Johnson knew, their time had come.

-.-.-.-

"They should be around here somewhere..." muttered a dark cloaked man. It seemed like he had been sneaking around for hours. He knew the layout of this building inside and out, but he had needed to wait for his "boss" and his crony, Johnson, to leave. He despised his boss, and he had been waiting for the time to revolt for years. He kept his hands feeling about until he finally knocked against hard metal.

Found it! he thought, feeling a sense of relief. Sweat had been dripping down his lightly tanned face, the only skin shown, as the rest was covered by his raven black cloak. He began to twist his long, slender, fingers around the lock. Thirty, Twenty-five, three; a rather simplistic combination for an "evil genius," he thought spitefully. You're going to regret leaving this place unattended Al-

"Stop right there, Galiano!" screeched a feminine voice. Suddenly, the place lit up, like the tail of a Charizard when its blaze ability had been activated. Shit!

"Miranda, sweetheart, we're on a first name basis. Please, call me Steven," he said in a seductive tone. He cringed at the look on her face. She tried to look angry, but Steven saw her eyes betrayed her emotions. Her sky blue eyes were watering, and the usually vibrant eyes were rather faded.

"Johnson said you might betray us, so I was left behind to guard the building. I didn't want to believe it! Why did you betray us? Why did you betray me?" Miranda cried, tears streaming down her face. Her left hand gripped a Poké ball tightly, while her right hand gripped a stun gun. The only thing Steven agreed with the boss on was his no killing policy. He however, was not against torturing them, and many committed suicide to end the pain. I suppose that kind of is like murder, he mused.

"I never meant for you to get hurt, come with me and we can start a family," he offered. This much was true, as he did really care for her. It would be for the best if she left with him.

"You know I can't so that! And I never would!" Miranda screamed. Steven realized arguing with her now would be pointless, so he turned around and grabbed the box that was concealed in the safe.

"And as for betraying the organization, I never did. I was never really part of it to begin with! Xatu, use teleport!" Suddenly, a green bird with white wings appeared. Xatu had always reminded Steven of those totem poles he read about as a kid. He had never seen one, as they were not native to this country.

(As you wish, Master Steven) cooed Xatu. He latched onto Steven, leaving behind a hurt, stunned and angry Miranda.

-.-.-.-

"You have done well, "Steven"," a telepathic voice declared.

"They still have one though..." he muttered in defeated. "At least they do now."

"Yes, it appears they got its DNA, but we have the other 8. I will now send it out to the human who best matches the qualifications for each DNA sample."

"What if they try to get the DNA again?" "Steven" asked. He had truly wondered this the whole time. It just seemed far too easy to him. He furrowed his brow; he wasn't completely convinced.

"We both know they won't, they are far too stubborn. Now if you excuse me, I must transfer this DNA into the human who best matches it. The legend of the Valiant Hearts will soon begin..."

-.-.-.-

"WHAT? HE GOT THEM?" the long blonde haired man screeched. He was beyond furious.

"Yes he did; unfortunately I was no match for the traitor. Are we going to after them?" Miranda asked curiously, she did not believe the boss knew anything of their relationship.

Although, I have no way of initially telling where those DNA experiments will be going, I assume they will be used the same way I was going to use them. Perhaps I will come across one of MY experiments by chance.

"No, I have the only one I need! And who knows, maybe we might come across information to what they plan to do with the stolen DNA. Now, prepare the search for a suitable vessel!"

I finally have everything I need! The world will be mine! First Anotica, then the rest of the world! And I will complete it, with its DNA. Mewtwo...