I don't know about this story. The idea has just been stuck in my head for a while and it just kept building up. I'm not even entirely sure I want to write this but since it just won't leave my head; why not give it a try.

Disclaimer: I don't own pokemon

Human cast: Very limited role

Brief introduction to the characters and plot:

The legendary pokemon are at war with each other. There are two sides: The saints and the Sinners. The Sinners are the shadow pokemon (Black colour combinations). Various pokemon are chosen to fight in the cause of either side, which is chosen by the legendary pokemon itself. Which side is right, it is uncertain.

Pyro, a Gallade has been turned into a shadow pokemon after Giratina saved his life. Now, he serves the Sinners. Only the purest of evil and the purest of good pokemon can see him.

He meets three different Gardevoirs from three completely different worlds. On the command of Giratina, Pyro pursues them. Unable to tell whether they are pure evil or pure good, Pyro whirls them into his world, tempted to find out.

Chapter 1:

Aqua walked swiftly across the hall, running a hand through her silky, cerulean blue hair that her trainer had had fixed by making her spend countless hours in a salon.

"Why did I even trust that jerk!" She hissed; her brows furrowed in anger at the pokemon she had just left behind in the room down the hall. He was still calling after, but she wasn't listening.

The shiny Gardevoir was a natural-born beauty with her unique blue colour combination. The expensive products her trainer was throwing the money on only adding to the beauty.

"I could've had my pick in boys," she pouted, still walking. The fury vibrated in her steps but there was no one in the hall to notice. "It's his lose he cheated on me!"

The young Gardevoir walked down the stairs into a large studio where lots of pokemons were being prepared for a fashion show. She walked straight ahead from the dressing tables, receiving smiles from the human dressers and envious glares from a few Lopunnys, Glameows and Ninetales. She couldn't care less about their opinions. She was beautiful and they knew it. It just didn't make it any easier to accept it. In a modeling industry, competition is all one has.

In a short while, they would all be posing next to their trainers, the models for the launch of the new winter collection. Aqua was already in the lead. She was going to be the star of the show. Like all the shows before this one.

She entered a dressing room and closed the door behind her. Her trainer was checking herself in the mirror, continuously brushing her blonde hair and applying her make up for final touches. Aqua sank into the couch, thinking about her boyfriend. Now, her ex-boyfriend.

She had decided to go see Garchomp before the show, only to catch him cheating on her. As she opened the door to his trainer's room, she saw him with a Loppuny. She was pinned to the wall and Garchomp was kissing her. Her gasp had pulled the two lovers apart. Garchomp let loose a gasp of his own at the sight of his serene girlfriend whose face was plastered all over the front covers of Vogue magazine every week with her trainer, The Blonde Diva. Only this time, it wasn't a pleasant one.

"He's such a loser," she pouted to herself because her trainer couldn't understand a word.

"You look absolutely beautiful," her trainer called back, not glancing at her pokemon. Aqua cared deeply for the Blonde Diva despite knowing how her trainer didn't care for her. That's just the way Gardevoirs were.

Time had passed quickly for the blue Gardevoir and in a matter of 10 minutes, she found herself in line for the runway, the fashion show underway. She wasn't in need of a pep talk. She was the best and she knew it.

As the second last model returned, the blonde trainer and Aqua took the stage, ready to steal the show. With her heart breaking about Garchomp and his cheating on her, she tried her best to strike a pose, the cameras were flashing like mad as everyone was trying to get a shot of Aqua and her trainer in all their glory.

She swept her eyes through the crowd of pokemon. Most were screaming at her and hooting at her, a thing she couldn't have cared less about. Then she saw Him.

He was a Gallade, but not a regular, nor a shiny like her. He was black all over where he should've been green or blue and his blades were the sharpest she had ever seen.

She stared at him and he stared right back. His eyebrow twitched for a second like she invoked something in him but that was all she saw. The next thing she knew, she had lost her balance standing at the edge of the runway and fell down, straight into his arms.

"Careful," he said, catching her as she fell. She looked into his eyes as he held her there. He looked just as surprised as she was. He didn't intended to catch her, he just did.

Aqua flushed at him. "Sorry," she said. He set her down on her feet and she brushed her blue dress.

"It's alright," he said without the slightest hint of emotions. Then quickly ran away.

"Wait!" Aqua called after him. She was curious about his black colour and wanted to know more. If only she would see him again.

Two hours later, she was sitting on a couch in the dressing room with her head in her hands. She could hear her trainer arguing from the other side of the room with the managers about the poorly built runway and how it was their fault that the sow was completely ruined for her. If Aqua was her usual self, she would be would've been furious too but she wasn't. She was thinking of the black Gallade.

"Hello," she heard a soft voice. She looked up, startled.

"It's you!" she gasped, standing up in her excitement. The black Gallade had returned. Then she made a face at him.

"Enjoyed the show?" he asked, teasingly. He hadn't stroked her as the humorous type in his first impression and yet, here he was, joking all casually, like he had known her for years. Then again, maybe he had been following her throughout her modeling career.

"It was ruined," she said. She though back to how her life had been; a career with a bunch of fashion clones and short term relationships. "Sometimes, I wonder why I even do it. It's so…" She couldn't find a word.

"Empty," he finished her thought. She looked up to see him smile.

"Yes exactly. I feel like you get me!" She chirped.

"I do," he replied, laughing a bit. He took her hand tenderly into his, to her surprise, and placed a necklace in her hand.

"What's this?" she said, looking at the small pendent in the necklace. It was a heart with angel wings. Expensive things were nothing new to her, but this felt special.

"Something to hold on to," he told her and smiled. She couldn't help but smile back. Little did she know that it was a matter of life and death that he was guiding her into. With that, he turned to leave.

"Maybe I'll catch you at my next show," she called after him.

"Or maybe, I'll catch you first," he called back, smirked and then ran away once again.

On the secluded side of the same city was a beautiful flower garden. Unlike the previously glamorous world, this was a peaceful one. The garden lay just outside a wooden cottage and various pokemon were playing and busily roaming around this flower garden. It was planted by a very patient pokemon and anyone was welcomed in it, just as long as they would not touch her sacred roses.

Gaia, the beautiful green Gardevoir walked to her sacred roses with a pale of water in a wooden bucket. She was poor and the lack of food had caused her to become skinny but that did not keep her from being anymore beautiful.

She was singling her favorite song. A love song. She sang it every day as she worked in the garden, her safe sanctuary in the otherwise scary reality. A beautifly fluttered to her and settled in the nearby flowerbed as Gaia observed him.

"Why hello dear," she said in her sweet voice.

"Why do you sing that song?" Beautifly asked, ogling her with his big round eyes. Gaia smiled at the pokemon.

"Oh, it's for my true love," she said cheerfully, setting down the bucket and twirling around a bit.

"True love?" The beautifly asked. Gaia smiled at the pokemon.

"Yes," she told him. "They say if you truly believe in it, the boy of your dream will come along!"

"What is love?" The pokemon further questioned her.

"Oh, it is the most beautiful feeling in the world!" She made it sound like she had felt it before. "You'll feel danger and safety, fright and peace, all at the same time!" She twirled around in her pretty green dress, dancing a bit with her dainty barefooted toes.

Beauitfly didn't understand the strangeness of Gaia but she was very polite and that's why everyone loved her.

"I'll see you around," Gaia said, picking up her bucket as she made her way to the back garden where her sacred roses were. The beautifly flew away too, humming the tune of her song as it had inspired him to be optimistic like her.

The back garden was filled with Lilacs and lilies and bleeding hearts. Only the centre plot had a single rose plant that she so dearly loved.

When she reached the area, she dropped her bucket in horror. Her roses had been plucked away by some unknown intruder. Only one rose remained and it was stopping its head low, indicating that it was long dead.

Gaia sank to her knees beside it. She brought her hands to her face as tears welled up in her eyes and then finally flew down her cheeks.

"Oh no!" She cried. She was all alone in this side of the garden. "How could this have happened?"

A black Gallade, who was standing high on a tree branch, saw her crying and he came down for a closer look. He felt sorry for the poor Gardevoir. As soon as his feet touched the ground, she looked up through her wet eyes and frowned at him.

"Did you do this?" She asked him. She wasn't the accusing type, so she asked him instead. She was so depressed that she didn't even feel like bothering with his unusual colour scheme.

"No," he said flatly. "Why do they matter to you?"

"I planted them in the memory of my dead trainer," she cried, looking at the dead plant. She put her hands on either side of it, her tears dripping on the ground. "This is his grave. I failed to take care of them!"

Gallade brought his hands around it too. It made a soft black glow and then suddenly, the flowers bloomed to life. Gardevoir clapped her hands. Slowly, Gallade wiped her tears as she beamed at him.

"There now," he said cheerfully. "It's all better."

"How did you do it?" she asked. "You must be something special! The black colour is proof enough!" She was clapping her hand. It was surprising to him how he had vanquished her misery with his simple act of kindness.

Gallade threw his head back, laughing. "No, I wouldn't know of that!"

"Come in for tea!" She offered. She didn't wait for an answer either. She grabbed his hand and began pulling him to her cottage. He stopped her and gently plucked her hand away from his.

"Sorry, I can't," he said, lowering his gaze as she looked at him in bewilderment. He held out his hand and handed her a necklace.

"What is this beautiful thing?" she said, looking at it in awe. It was antique. She knew it. The fact that he would just give it to her for free was beyond her. The necklace had pendent: A heart with an arrow through it. How romantic .She thought.

"A promise," he said. "That we'd meet again," With that, he ran away in incredible speed. Gaia sighed. This is what true love should feel like, she thought to herself.

Deep in the heart of the woods outside the city was a secret laboratory carrying out illegal activity with pokemon, turning them into something else, cloning them and trying various new items on them.

Inside one of the rooms was a giant glass case where a Gardevoir was kept. The scientists had successfully recreated her DNA, turning her body to red, the first of this colour scheme.

She was immersed in a thick green liquid, unconscious. Her body was floating lifelessly but her vitals on the computer screen said she was anything but dead.

The electronic door opened and the Black Gallade walked in. He looked at the beauty floating in the coffin, unable to grasp that humans had created this. With a single strike of her blade, he broke the case and the liquid poured out and the Gardevoir fell to the cold floor.

"Huh! What?' she said as her she came to. Gallade didn't ask her anything. He scooped her up in his arms and began running.

"We don't have much time," he whispered to her. "I'm going to break you out."

"You don't even know me," The Gardevoir said in her feeble voice as she rested her head on his shoulder, letting him take her away. The sirens were buzzing but it sounded too far away now. Had they escaped the humans?

"There he is!" She heard one of her persecutors and was alerted immediately that they were not out of the building yet. "Get them!"

A few Houndooms were set loose to chase Gallade. He used Physic and blasted them away in a single move, all the while clutching the tender pokemon in his arms.

"I'm scared," she told him.

"Shhhh," he said to her. "Don't worry about them. I've got this." Something in his voice made her relax.

"You didn't answer me?" she said, leaning on his shoulders as they made their escape. "Do you know me?"

"I know you," he answered her politely. "You're Vivienne."

The fact that the black Gallade knew her name threw him into an instant trust zone. She felt like he, of all pokemon, understood her misery the most.

"Thank you," she said as he took her away from the only world she knew. She could feel the rush of the forest trees around her. They really had escaped. He took her far out into the woods where he laid her down near a giant oak tree beside the lake.

"I'll be fine from here on," she assured him. She pushed herself onto her elbows and looked him in the eye. He smiled at her. He knew she was not lying. Not only had the scientists managed to give her a fashion Dover, but they had enhanced her powers as well.

"Take this,' he said, pushing a necklace in her palm. It was the first gift she had ever received in her entire life. The necklace had a pendent with a sword through it.

"Are you hitting on me?" She said, frowning at his gift no matter how precious it felt to her.

"If I were," he laughed. "You would have fallen hard. Just keep it. I'll see you real soon." He took off after that, leaving her to fend for herself. Something in his voice had told her that he meant every word of what he said. She got up on her feet, and then went her own way.

The black Gallade ran over to the cliff of Mount Coronet, overlooking the land below him. They called it the Widow's Cliff as it was common suicide spot, a practice of humans that he had failed to understand.

"Did you do as I said, Pyro?" A voice echoed in his head. He knelt on his knees, looking overhead to the land below him, and then bowed his head in submission.

"Yes, Master Giratina," he replied to the voice. "But Master. Why the girls? I fail to conclude that whether they are good or bad."

It was true. The heartbroken Aqua, the Lonely Gaia and the Tormented Vivienne, they were all innocent. They did not belong to the dark side. To the Sinners. There was not a hint of evil in them. The fact that they could see him had led Pyro to believe that they were purest of good, or else they wouldn't have been able to see him.

"Time will tell," Giratina said. "For now, you're dismissed."

'Thank you Master," Pyro said and he straightened up.

"Aqua, Gaia and Vivienne," he thought of the three. "You have no idea what hell awaits you. Forgive me for my evil but I will do everything in my powers to protect you. Maybe I'll learn from you, or you'll learn something about yourselves."

Like I said, I'm not sure if I should be continuing this.

I will continue it if the response is strong enough for the first few chapters. I'll see what I can do about this.

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