Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership of Pokemon, its characters, locations, or names. All of them, with the exception of the original characters, belong to Nintendo

A/N: I know. I'm backgrounds. But I started rewriting this one before Shadow League, so I figured I'd try to finish it before starting work on League Team. -sighs- Bad, Bad, BLN.

Anyway, yeah...I'm not so sure how well this is going to go. I didn't care about this fanfiction initially, don't care for it all that much now, but we'll see what happens.

Warnings: The pairing in this is RivalSibling. I am not even sure what'll end up in this thing. A little bit of violence I'm sure, so...sorry, so prior warning.

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Chapter 1: The Intruder

The yelling of the guards running after her and the screams of the computer system drowned the footsteps of the young girl out. She ignored the confusion and fear welling up inside her, and concentrated on not getting caught.

Oddly enough, she had no idea on how she had gotten in the situation. She had been walking through Viridian Forest, when she had tripped and grabbed hold of a nearby tree. A moment later and she was in this building, running away from a pact of guards!

"Halt there!" they ordered, hurrying to catch her. She spared a look over her shoulder, before noticing the second group of guards in front of her. Skidding to an abrupt stop, and she fell over, landing with a thud on the floor.

"Let go of me!" she yelled, thrashing at them, when one of the men quickly grabbed her arm and roughly pulled her up. "I didn't do anything to you idiots!"

"What should we do with her?" one of them asked, purposely ignoring her yelling, and frowned. She continued to beat on her captor, uselessly trying to pull away from him.

"Hmmm," the guard holding her said, "take her to him perhaps? Even though I wouldn't be surprised if he went soft on her...since he is quite the sucker when it comes to a cute girl!"

"Shhh! He'd strangle you for saying that!" another one said, their gray eyes widening, though whether it was from unease or fear was hard to tell. The other shook his head, scowling at them.

"Aw, shaddup," he said, pulling her along. She resisted the urge to call out her pokemon, knowing it would only make things worse. The group of guards and the girl came up to a door. It was pushed open, and they entered.

She gasped, looking around at the room. It was covered with multiple monitors and control panels. More likely then not, it was a control room. People were sitting around the room, checking stats and typing. It was near silent, with the exception of the clicking of the keys.

"Master-" The amused tone suddenly went serious. "-we caught the intruder," one of the female guards said, stepping forward. Most of the workers turned in their seats, curious as to the mentioned 'intruder.' At the same time, the low buzz of the typing stopped. She shifted uneasily, as all eyes were on the guards and her.

There was only one other person standing up. He - or she - looked up from the monitor they had been watching very quickly. They were most definitely male. What, is he going for the grim reaper look? she thought.

His whole outfit was a dark midnight black: dusty cloak, pants, shirt, and shoes. He pushed the hood of his cloak back, revealing his face. She held back a cry of surprise. This CANNOT be...their...boss?

He looked to be quite young still, at most twenty-three years old, and at least eighteen or nineteen. His brown eyes were narrowed in suspicion and several strands of messy ebony hair had fallen into his face; he actually looked like he had just been outside.

The guard holding her snickered into his free hand, when the man's expression softened. She glared at the guard, before looking again at the 'Master.' He still had a frown on his face.

She jumped, when he finally spoke. "Might I ask who you are?" he asked quietly.

His voice was surprisingly deep, but it was also very soft at the same time... "May," she replied, staring at him in bewilderment, "Uh, Oak. What the hell is your problem? Having these idiots chasing innocent bystanders!?"

A few people gasped, while others made whispered comments. "Uh, oh..." and "What did she say?" being a few. He glared at May. "Don't be rude," he snapped.

The guards looked at each other in alarm. One of them cleared their throat, to get his attention. The man turned his glance onto the guard. "Um, Master? What should we do with her?" they asked.

He absentmindedly tapped on the H key of a nearby keyboard. His frown deepened. "Tie her up. Lock her in a room. Do whatever you want, just keep her from wandering around."

May glared at his back, when she heard what he said under his breath: "The last thing I need is some idiot girl getting herself killed around here."

"I'm not 'some idiot girl!'" May said, before turning her glare on the guards, "Come near me with that chain and I'll kill you."

One of the men slammed a hand against her mouth, silencing the ranting girl. Another one bound her; her arms pinned against her sides; she couldn't believe everyone in the room could purposely ignore the injustice occurring. The guards trooped out at the unspoken word, the door shutting behind them. May once again turned her glare on the young man. "Release me this instant!"

"I would rather not." He glanced at her. May stared, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "Yes?"

"I said to let me go!" she hollered, squirming against her confines, glaring at him. He sat down, albeit ungracefully, on the floor next to her. He leaned his head back against the wall – in a motion that was most unlike a leader, which she assumed he was -and shook it quickly.

"And I said I wouldn't. Would you like to argue, then?" May slumped over, glowering at him.

"You sick, sadistic, son of a..." May said, looking at the silently working people. He cupped her chin with his hand, and gently pulled so she was looking at him; his expression was both calculating and inquisitive.

"You really should look at who you are trying to insult," he scolded her, the expression changing over to disapproving. May bit him, her teeth sinking into the flesh of his palm.

"Don't touch me, you sicko!" she screamed. He held his very hurting hand to his chest, using his uninjured hand to cradle it. The anger and pain blazed in his watering eyes.

"You...you...!" he started, faltering when May stuck her tongue out, before her expression turned indifferent. He winced, exasperated, before getting up and trotting out, muttering curses under his breath.

"Nameless fool...can't even have a normal identity?" May asked to the air quietly. She looked over when she was given a surprise answer.

"Yes." The one to reply was a young woman, maybe twenty-one years old. Her green hair had fallen into her face. "Very few call him by his real name, since most rather use his nickname. It was an inside joke with him when it was started originally, but it stuck."

"What is it then?" she asked. May looked up at her impatiently.

"Oh, his real name? Well..uh...it's actually Ash Ketchum." May's eyes widened; she could hardly believe her ears. The stranger smiled. "I haven't introduced myself."

May shook her head numbly. That man…was Ash Ketchum? She knew that name; he was a legend! "No…"

"I'm Sora," she said, "And you're May, then…?"

"Yes," May replied, looking up at her again, eyes wide, "Where'd he go to?"

"Oh, you mean Ash?" Probably to the infirmary. I saw blood when he stood up…" Sora mused, leaning back. She smiled. "You have quite a strong set of teeth." May felt a sudden stab of guilt; she had really hurt him… Having nothing left to say, she went to looking at the various people, avoiding looking at the ones that kept stealing glances in her direction.

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