Author's note.

Moves and thoughts will be Italicized and I have checked moves up to Gen 7 for any Pokemon I put in the story. Only some of Gen 7 will included for now only the starters. It obviously does not follow the story Pokemon Super Mystery Dungeon or any of the others, but I may have mild spoilers for Villains in the future, so even if you have not beat or played the games you can still enjoy.

In the late afternoon a Pokemon lay resting against a tree. He was panting, like he had been running. He hadn't realized how long he was resting on the tree. Soon it hit him.

A sharp beak slashed at his orange scales. His gorgeous purple eyes shut in pain and a cry was muffled by their owner's claw. "That is what you get for slacking off, Charmander!" said a three headed Pokemon, pulling one of his heads back. Blood was drawn and a light blue pokemon snickered holding his bow. "Dodrio that was kind of violent, he had ran around the place twice; training his weak ass legs. "Said the frog like pokemon aiming and shooting something.

That was in a tree, in the head. A green and red grass type fell from the tree, but landed on her feet. Her red eyes glared dangerously at their surrounding and Treecko prepared a move.

Quick Attack!

Dodrio shifted around and leaped away to get out of dodge of his student's fury.

Oh crap I wasn't thinking about who I was shooting my arrow at! Thought Froakie slightly panicked he waited and then barely saw the wood gecko pokemon lunge at him.

Froakie decided jump out the way of a Pursuit. "You're GONNA GET IT THIS TIME!" Treecko yelled beginning to chase her classmate around the tree she fell out of. Someone just emerged from a bushes being unaware, not seeing the quarrel and walked into Froakie's and Treecko's path, "Oh hey guys I found your weapons in the river bank" She wished she could say but instead was knocked over by a fleeing Froakie and angry Treecko.

The fighting type was knocked out with just two hits onto the pebbles of the trail. Treecko panicked "Wait, wait! We ran over poor Riolu, who found our weapons in the stream. "Charmander lowered onto the ground near the emanation Pokémon.

Well well well, look what we have here. The orange scaled lizard Pokémon thought as he scooted closer. White hands pushed him out the way, "Are you okay Rio? That was a rough tumble, thanks for finding our weapons and-"The bubble frog rambled biting his tongue in the process. The fighting type was still laying on the ground green eyes swirling since she was fainted. Treecko stared at Charmander as she lowered onto the ground, his cheeks were reddening for some reason and his eyes a little wild .

"Let's get her to the room to heal her up. Oh and Charmander that's weird, stop staring at her. "The wood gecko pokemon worried lifting her friend by the arms, causing Riolu's head to droop. Charmander looked at Froakie who was climbing the tree to find his arrows and back down at Riolu sighing. "I'll guess carry her back too." He said grabbing her calves and lifted her up soon dual carrying her to the large headquarters. I'll get you back for this Riolu just wait.

Dark blue fur soon pressed onto the sheets of a bed. Covers did what they do best, cover whoever is in the bed. Soon a wooden door was closed silently. A kettle had water poured into it forcefully by an upset Pokemon. "Set the stove one of yas!" The heads of the house swayed passing his pupils to get to his own chamber. Froakie looked at Treecko who looked at Charmander.

He glanced back, Augh what a drag to light a little flame the fire type would say but instead he used Ember on the stove to get it to start heating whatever was on its 4 eyes. Treecko looked on the counter into a jar, setting aside tea leaf flavors that weren't green or chamomile. Finally Dodrio was in his own chambers away from prying eyes and eavesdropping ears. Planning on what punishment to give his disorganized and lazy students.

Aha this will do the revival trick! The red eyed pokemon held up a pack of revival herb tea, the most expensive kind. Froakie's eyes went huge as his jaw dropped. "Treecko. That took FOREVER to find at the store! Don't you dare you use all of it to make one damn cup for her!" The Bubble frog pokemon growled gripping the table he was close to, hard. Treecko rolled her eyes putting one small bag into the cup just as the tea kettle started screaming bloody murder. Charmander had snuck off into the emanation pokemon room with a tray already, confusing his friends.

"Where did Char go? He took the tray with him, wherever. "Froakie asked holding the cup in his webbed hands as Treecko poured a bit of sugar into it, knowing the tea would be bitter as all hell. Treecko smiled calmly putted the lids back onto the jars, "Froak can you-" She started to ask but was cut off "Already on it, sorry for the arrow to the head Tree.

Do you want me to get a bandage for ya?" Treecko stood speechless pouring the scalding water into the ceramic cup. "Nah I'm fine." Treecko responded. The orange eyed pokemon in response to his question took the warm cup in both hands and walked towards Riolu's room. Why did Dodrio let him even have a damn bow in the first place? The grass type wondered turning off the eye.

Shoot! Are those footsteps I hear? Better hide. The lizard pokemon thought as Froakie entered the hall that lead to student's rooms. A painting of Bisharp, Scizor and Medicham were on the wall next to a carving of Dodrio on a small shelf. A webbed hand turned a door knock gently opening said door. Froakie looked inside to see a mat, punching bag, bandages and a flower pot, all on the ground in a semi-neat fashion.

He saw Riolu sleeping sound in her small bed and looked for a nightstand or something to place down her tea. Bingo! The Bubble frog thought as he put the cup down finally. "Wonder when you'll wake up? I hope it's soon so Teach doesn't just yell at us." He said closing the door. Charmander giggled to himself as he thought of a way to get back at Riolu, albeit for absolutely nothing of her own doing.

Dodrio sat in his room thinking about his students antics."I think they have had enough chances to get off punishment, but now they have run out of luck! But what should it be? Maybe they should learn something for themselves, away from me. But what should it be?"