Author's Notes: Never thought I'd see myself here...Pokemon. Seriously, Game fiction is largely uncharted territory for me(Super Mario Eds and Code: Symphonia don't count mostly because its a crossover). Also, this will be my first ever OC-centric fic, featuring my newly created OC Wayne. This is definitely a calmer and more friendly environment than what he'll normally star in, so consider this an easier way to get to know him.

Also, note that this fic will use the highly over-used 'Dark...well, darker Pokemon realm setting. Not people dying type dark, but more realistic when it comes to damage taken. So, since this isn't as ong as I thought, onward to the fic itself.

White in Black

Prologue: Journey to Unknowns

or

'How cliché is this beginning?'

A Sunny day spent indoors leisurely mowing down enemies on a hand held screen.

This is usually how weird shit happens.

After all, don't all heroes (or those who do enough good to legitimize them not begin complete evil so-and-sos) have humble beginnings? Well, none were more humble than this. Wayne Umbra was casually playing the afternoon away on his 3DS. His attire was appropriate house kick arounds with his black, oversized gym shorts and yellow graphic T-shirt. His black dreadlocks fell in front of his glasses, a dark skinned hand smoothing them to the top of his head. The young man was busying himself with his favorite weekend activity: playing a few hours of his copy of Pokemon White.

"Yeah, take that bitch!"

Complete with commentary.

"Yeah, you don't like that fire, do ya?...Wait..."

His victory over his opponent was cut short when the offending Pokemon used a Ground-Move, ending the life of his Fire-type with an animated death rattle.

"That's that bull."

The boy continued his gaming session, continuing to toss out obscenities every now and again and dancing about when he won an especially tough battle. After another successful round, however, he quickly found himself becoming bored.

Like any true and half-way decent Pokemon fan, he knew that the game didn't really start until after you finished the story and could really start to play around. He'd spent over three hundred hours playing the game and had amassed an incredible arsenal of pocket fighting machines. Among his favorite were his Onix, Liepard, and, of course, his prized Samurott. The samurai inspired water creature was always in his roster, no matter what.

Which was why the current decision was such a hard one. Turning off the game, he restarted. The now insanely repetitive starting screen music blared in his eardrums. Soon enough, the hulking figure of the black colored Zekrom appeared on-screen. He saw it every day now and it only got more and more badass looking. Once there, he pressed start and stared at his saved file.

It was weird, how he felt such a deep connection to it. He could almost fell the raw emotional energy he'd packed into every fight, every capture, every toss onto the bed in righteous anger at accidentally killing a legendary or hard to catch Pokemon. He took a deep breath, gave the file one last, thoughtful look, and retreated back to the start menu. Once there, he pressed up on the control pad. Next, select. And finally, the B button.

He, like many others he supposed, always found this method as retard as it was completely unnecessary. Seriously, who wanted to go through all that just to start a new game? The screen popped the 'are you sure?' question. Nodding to himself, he flicked up and pressed A. He watched the small hand turn, each revolution taking away more of his adventures, more of his hard fought experiences. Finally it stopped and restarted. He flew through intros and went back to the secondary menu.

It was gone.

All his work, all his precious Pokemon...Gone like dust in the wind. He put a fist to his chest, pounding away at a growing knot. He shouldn't have been so emotional, but hey. He was a Gamer. But it had to be done. After spending so much time collecting and battling, he felt a need to restart. So, with nary a second thought, he selected New Game.

And this is where the Probability Theory decided to screw him over with a rusty, iron rake.

Author's Notes: That's right, get out there and earn that T rating! Expect to see such swearing in the future. Which means its part of his normal speech pattern. As for the reason of a prologue, well, I just wanted to put one. Next chapter, Wayne enters the amazingly confusing and surprisingly violent world of Pokemon. How will he react to it? And better yet, how will it react to him? TTFN!