Cuttingmoon57 is back with a brand new story! I've went from Naruto, to the awesome Final Fantasy Tactics A2, and now we're going old school with Pokemon; though it's not the regular trainer's journeys that fill . Anyway, hope you enjoy it. Also, I have not quit FFTA2, just writing down some inspiration as it hit me. I'll get chapter 20 out soon, as I'm almost half done with it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon or anything related to it. I also don't own any other anime, manga, or game that I take elements or characters from.

"Blah" = talking

"Blah"= thoughts, writing, sound effects, flashbacks, and voices over a microphone.

"BLAH"= Yelling

(Blah)= scene change

The year…is 20XX

A burly man covered in a dark leather jacket and black pants crumpled to the floor, releasing out a terrible yelp of pain as golden lightning shocked him to the very core. No sooner did opaque shades smack the ground and gain an additional crack in the glass did a rodent nonchalantly walk over the surface of his cranium without a second thought, though his unconscious state did little to protest against it.

The number of crimes involving Pokemon has skyrocketed all over the globe

"S-Stay…Stay back!" The fallen man's partner yelled, his terrified features hidden behind a woolen, black ski mask. He took a staggering step backwards as the Pokemon with a lightning bolt-shaped tail stalked paw by paw towards him, its crimson cheeks crackling with every moment that passed. He reached for a circular ball, divided at the hemisphere by a black line; the upper half a solid shade of saturated red and the other made of the purest white.

In order to combat these rising threats, a new organization has been formed

"Quick attack."

Before the future felon even had time to click the release button, the ball was already out of his hands, rolling along the floor a dozen feet behind him. Along with that, the yellow rodent landed in an easy crouch, and if the man hadn't of known any better, he could swear a smirk was playing at the corners of its mouth.

The man's eyes shifted from presently empty, extended arm to the door, where an adolescent boy strutted into the door. A warm wind blew through the broken glass of the shop, rustling not only his sand colored hair, but the long coat tails of his cobalt blue garment. A black shoulder plate covered his left shoulder, its extensions twirling the length of his arm and creating some sort of sinister machine. The eyes under his silver sunglasses locked with the man's own brown eyes, narrowing in a similar manner to a lion ready to strike down its prey effortlessly. The man gulped and swallowed, sweat dripping down his uncovered neck.

A specialized police task force, working in conjunction with local police

"P-Please…h-have mercy…" The would-be thief dropped to his knees and raised his hands into the air, his voice shaky and straining.

The teenager simply snapped his fingers sharply, and in a moment, a soft electrical discharge was released through the mask-wearing man's body. He slumped over onto the ground as small electrical impulses danced across his body, and found it impossible to move any of his appendages.

And using selected trainers with enough expertise to apprehend these criminals

The Pikachu raced across the tiled floor and leaped up the boy's outstretched arm before halting on his shoulder. He spoke professionally into a headset's microphone fixed on the left side of his face while simultaneously placing a foot on the man's limp body.

"Targets are secured. Awaiting extraction and further orders."

"Roger that. Extraction commencing. Nice job as usual."

Having heard a small whimper, he approached the store counter warily. A young woman in uniform, curled up in the feeble position stared up at him in wonder as he peered over it, tear trails staining her cheeks. He walked around and offered a hand, which she eagerly accepted.

They are the best and brightest, skilled in all areas of their trade, the cream of the crop

The boy brought his sunglasses up, allowing them to rest above his forehead while staring at the flaccid bodies of the two criminals that lay sprawled out before him. The mask wearing one turned his neck to meet the piercing golden orbs of his opponent.

"Under the powers dictated to me by the laws of the Sinnoh region…"

From Cuttingmoon57, a new story set in the world of Pokemon

A confident, victorious smirk formed on the teen's face as he threw out his arm and flashed an ornate golden badge at the perpetrator.

"You're under arrest!"

These strongest trainers, authorized by the government, are given the title…

MEISTER

Paving the path to peace, one case at a time; these trainers spread their wings and fly, pursuing the light.

Case One: Girl and the Transfer Student

(Jubilife City, the Kigai household)

"Wake up, Rui!"

The rhythmic snoring of a crimson-locked girl was crudely interrupted as the contents of a liquid filled bucket poured onto her face like a waterfall before devolving into a few scattered drops. The girl shot up, blinking away the sunlight filtering in through her now open window while hacking up some of the water that had improperly found its way down her windpipe.

She let out a growl, causing the preteen girl that had awakened her to rush out of her room, giggling madly. The red haired girl then sighed, before throwing her now damp covers to the floor and allowing the cool air to make contact with her skin.

Hello, my name is Rui Kigai

"Rui! What's taking so long?" An older female voice sounded as a sharp rapping pounded the bathroom door. The girl, choosing rather to grunt softly and ignore the question, began running her toothbrush over her pearly white teeth, making sure to reach the back side of each molar. She then placed her hair into two small ponytails, holding it for a second, before deciding to keep her hair down for the day.

I'm sixteen years old, and live alone in an apartment with my three sisters.

She rushed out of the bathroom after throwing on her blue and white school uniform, passing a brown haired girl in pajamas on her way out. She rounded a corner, her socks sliding to a stop across the polished wooden floor.

I don't really know what ever happened to my parents. Big sis never told me.

An Aipom scurried up to her, landing on her shoulder as the schoolgirl passed it. A single bagel was in its paw, and it held the rounded item up to her mouth enough for her to grip it between her teeth.

That's my pet Aipom. He and Mime Jr. have been with me since I was little.

Upon reaching the kitchen, she paused, locating her shoes on the far side. At the round dining table in the middle sat a woman in her mid twenties with long flowing hair in the same shade as her sisters, sipping tea and scanning over a newspaper.

That's my favorite sister Natsumi. Being the oldest, she pays the rent for our apartment.

They exchanged eye contact for a moment, as if asking a question, before the elder sister smiled.

"The bell rings in about ten minutes."

Rui nodded her head in confirmation hastily, slipping on her shoes effortlessly before heading out the door of the apartment. The Aipom leaped off her shoulder and twirled through the door just as it shut, barely landing in a crouch. Natsumi gave a few congratulatory claps coupled with a warm smile.

My sisters are all amazing. I don't think I'll ever be as strong as them.

The red-headed high-school student transferred from a walk to a full on dash down the apartment hallway, her shoulder bag trailing behind her. She bolted through the door, sliding down the stair railing with ease, before pivoting off her foot and sprinting down the street with only thoughts of being tardy filling her mind…

…And in passing an alley, she didn't notice the grinning figure watching her from the shadows, twirling a pokeball in his hands and taking a puff of his cigarette.

"Gotcha, girlie…"

…………………………………

A young man with golden eyes and sandy blond hair sat outside a coffee shop, a cell phone held to his ear by his right hand. He sported a solid white button-up shirt with navy pants. He adjusted his blue tie, finding it too constricting for his neck and consequently his air flow. A Pikachu stood on a table, slurping down the remainder of his beverage through the straw.

He stared reluctantly at a school building just down the corner from his location.

"Why do I have to do this again?"

"Because you haven't obtained your high school diploma yet. The higher ups said that you could only continue working for PSI if you agree to work part time and attend school during the day." Her reaction caused the boy to sigh.

"What if there's a …?"

"If there's a situation, we'll dispatch someone to handle it." The voice countered before he even finished the question. "I've pulled some strings and allowed you to keep one Pokemon on you, but it must stay in its pokeball." Upon hearing another sigh from the boy, she did her best to perk up his spirits. "Look, just think of it as a well deserved vacation."

"Well…I have been working overtime for a while…" His voice took on a thoughtful tone. "But if anything happens…"

"Make sure to inform you; I know. You work way too hard." She cut him off, giggling. "Now hurry to school before you're late. If you get bored, text me during class." The boy let out a grunt as he stood from his seat, slinging a backpack strap over his shoulder. "Oh, and one more thing…"

"What?" He asked, taking one last long swallow of his beverage and returning his Pikachu into a pokeball, much to the yellow rodent's disdain.

"If any girls come onto you, just say you're not interested."

He unceremoniously spit out what he had begun to swallow, wiping his bottom of the pure white liquid. Giggles emanated from the phone before a soft click signaled the end of the conversation. He grunted, throwing his now empty cup into a nearby trash bin before beginning his trek towards the large school building while thinking about her last comment.

"As if that would happen."

(Jubilife City, Jubilife High School)

"Phew…made it with time to spare."

Rui peered around the corner, spying the clock on the far wall, before strolling into the classroom. It would be a few minutes until the bell would sound, so most of the students chose to converse in their respective groups, chatting away about various things. A TV in the northwest corner of the room was locked onto the city's news channel.

While searching for a seat, a hand near the far back waved around in the air, signaling for her to come to it. She smiled, gladly walking and taking the seat next to the person.

"Good thing I always save you a seat, huh Rui?" A girl with shoulder length black hair spoke with light-hearted sarcasm, inciting a curt laugh from the red haired teen.

That's Harumi, my other sister. She's my age, and pretty much the envy of all the girls in class, though it's not her fault.

"How can I ever repay you, Harumi?" She replied with an equally playful sarcastic tone.

"You could start by not taking so long in the bathroom."

"Rui! You should wear your hair down like that more often. It suits you very well." Another girl in the class noticed out of the corner of her eye, whizzing around to voice her opinion. Other females then began to pile compliments on top of the girl, who simply just waved them off politely.

"Wow, your sister gets more beautiful every day, Rui." One of the guys near her desk said longingly, staring up at the TV in the corner. There, Natsumi sat poised at a newscaster's desk, straightening some of the papers in front of her and giving a bright smile.

Natsumi is a reporter at Jubilife TV, and works for the newspaper part-time

"A local robbery at a jewelry store on Main Street was quickly silenced by a member of the Pokemon Special Investigations yesterday afternoon. The officer, officially titled 'Meister' by the organization and police, single-handedly apprehended the two criminals."

A video of the events she had previously described played on the screen, capturing the attention of most of the class. The dashing pikachu electrocuting its enemies, the fear of the two thieves, and the Meister's gallant entrance were all captured from the top corner of the store. Several amazed expressions and voices erupted from the class as the looked on. Rui remained silent throughout the entire display, though staring in equal wonder as her classmates were.

"The video just displayed was taken from the security cameras inside the store, and edited to hide the identity of the officer." Natsumi paused, taking a small sip of water from her cup, before continuing. "That's all for now. Tune in later today for the twelve o'clock ne..."

"Well that will be enough of that." A middle aged man with black hair spoke, pressing the off button on the TV and simultaneously switching the device off. "It's time to learn, children. Take out your books."

The class groaned as a whole, retrieving their textbooks from beneath their respective desks. The sound of ruffling pages soon filled the room, before dying down into silence. The teacher then spun around and, taking a half-broken piece of chalk, scribbled down some notes on the solid black chalkboard that dominated the north wall of the classroom.

If you were to ask me what I wanted to do after high school, I probably couldn't give you a solid answer…

Rui sat near the window with her math book and various papers sprawled out over the small desk. The girl began to doodle on one of the sheets, etching out a rough, circular shape, dividing it horizontally, and finally coloring the top half darkly after drawing a smaller circle in the middle. What resulted was a quick sketch of a pokeball, and she seemed to stare at it longingly.

It's not that I haven't thought about it, it's just everything that I've thought of…simply doesn't interest me that much.

She began to scribble a Pikachu in battle-ready pose under it, oddly starting with its ever famous tail. Next to come was the body which eventually progressed to its head and the scarlet circles that comprised its cheeks. Some light shading quickly followed suit to complete the sketch.

What I've always wanted to do…was train and raise Pokemon, and maybe help people while doing it.

She shifted the paper over and began to draw a more complex figure to the right of the yellow rodent. As it grew more detailed, she soon began to realize that it bore the same outfit as the officer in the video she had just seen. All that was missing was the head, but that wasn't much of a problem for her. She simply used her imagination, and began to picture what the head should have looked like.

Just like a Meister…yeah, like a Meister.

A soft rapping on the door alerted everyone to the presence of a new individual. The teacher donned a surprised look on his face, before remembering the task he had forgotten.

Though…I know I could never be strong enough for that…

"I apologize, young man." He spoke beyond the closed door, walking briskly towards it and turning the slightly rusted handle. "Student's, our class has received a new transfer student all the way from the Orre region."

Whispers began to emanate from the class, male students dearly hoping for a new, pretty female addition to their class roster and vice-versa. Though as the new student entered the door, the wishes of these males sadly dissipated.

A tall adolescent boy with sandy blond hair entered the room with hands in his pockets and a backpack slung over one shoulder. His short sleeve button up shirt nicely showed off the muscle definition he had acquired, and his sharp, golden eyes seemed to stare at your very core, something which greatly affected the female population of the class.

"I'd like to introduce you all to Wesley Hunter." He turned to the boy. "Is there anything you'd like to say Wesley?" The blond teen stood silent for a few moments, the class staring in wonder.

"Just call me Wes."

"Very well, Mr. Wes." He pointed an index finger towards the back of the classroom. "Please take the seat next to Rui." The tanned boy did as he was told, walking properly towards the back and taking the vacant seat for his own, but not before receiving quite a few winks and other playful gestures from some of the girls in the class. The teacher nodded, before spinning around to the chalkboard to resume the lesson.

Rui simply stared at the…handsome boy on her right, then back towards her drawings; realizing something very odd between the two.

His head fit perfectly on the body she had drawn. No matter the number of double takes she preformed, or how many times she checked, the proportions were exact every time. She stared at him out of the corner of her eye, attempting to draw his features onto the body. A perfect fit.

"There's…There's no way."

Rui was too wrapped up in her revelation to notice the small, ripped piece of paper that had been laid on her desk. She turned back to him while opening the note, though he paid her no attention.

How long does school usually last?

She scribbled a few words on the little space available before folding it once and handing it back to him.

Until around three o'clock. My name's Rui, by the way. Rui Kigai.

That's way too long. I've got other places to be.

Rui read his note, and instantly thoughts began to whiz through her head. She glanced down at her scrap paper, taking special note of the figure she had drawn from the news broadcast. She snapped out of her reverie, penning a reply and subtly shifting it over to his desk.

Places? Like where? A job, maybe?

She watched him as he scanned the note, his face remaining emotionless. He scribbled down a quick sentence and tossed the note back onto her desk.

Don't worry about that. It's none of your business.

She raised a questioning eyebrow, but left it alone. The conversation then descended into silence, neither looking at the other, though one idea plagued her thought process.

"Could he really be…?"

…………………………………

Before long, the last period bell rang, signaling the beginning of the school's study hall. Students from all classes in the long hallway filed out of their rooms and began to jog towards their next and final class.

However, Wes turned towards the opposite direction, walking casually towards the building's bathrooms and dialing a number on his cell phone. He placed it to his ear and waited until the third ring before receiving an answer.

"Why hello, Wes. Should you be on the phone during school?" The female voice asked playfully.

"I don't really care. Just give me the info on whatever assignments I have tonight."

"Alright, alright; calm down." She cleared her throat, and then answered. "The only major case so far would be the escape of a convict from the local precinct. Apparently, he escaped last night, and carved a message in his cell wall that said he was going to get his revenge on her."

"Sounds somewhat interesting. I'll take it. So who's his target?"

"We're not quite sure as of yet, though looking at the past may give us a clue." She paused, before continuing. "You see, he used to run a pretty wealthy illegal business …until a certain reporter exposed him and his establishment. That reporter's name was…"

"…Natsumi Kigai."

His eyes shot open in surprise, images of the famous news reporter flashing about his mind. Not only that, but he recalled the name of the red haired girl in his class as well.

"Kigai, huh? So I'm on guard duty until this guy is caught?" Wes began to walk towards the school's main entrance, staring out its glass doors at the water fountain that stood in the center. The hallway was devoid of people at the moment.

"Not necessarily. We're putting you on tracking this time around. Just come as soon as school finishes and we'll get right on it."

The blond teen noticed a strange figure in a trench coat lurking around near the main gate as the woman on the phone's other end spoke. He narrowed his eyes at the man.

"The convict; do you think you could describe him to me?"

"Um…no problem." She responded, taken aback at his odd request. "From the reports, he's got a brown beard…" Wes mentally checked that off his list. "…he's fairly old, somewhere in his forties, and lastly, he's got a scar on his right cheek."

The boy stood still, a smirk crossing his face as the man began to walk off after checking his watch. The male held a single, inactivated pokeball between two of his fingers.

"No need for tracking tonight, Specs." Wes replied, dashing towards his locker and retrieving his backpack. After a quick unzipping of the bag, he pulled out a long blue garment with one, gold hued word emblazoned along the right arm.

"I think I may have found our escapee."

…………………………………

The final bell rang, and with it a flood of students poured out of their classrooms and headed to their lockers, retrieving their carrying cases and heading for after school activities. Being a Thursday, the hallway was filled with chatter of plans for the upcoming weekend.

"So Rui, I saw you passing notes with the new guy." Harumi said with a playful tone, leaning against the locker next to her sister's. "Is something going on between you two?"

"Oh…no, not a chance." The scarlet haired schoolgirl replied hastily, almost too hastily from Harumi's point of view. "I think I may have made him mad to be honest." Her sister's questioning gaze lightened up as she gave her sibling a comforting pat on the back.

"It's okay, Rui. How about I buy you a smoothie?" She grabbed her hand and began to lead her to the main entrance.

(Jubilife City, Miltank Smoothie Shop)

A broad-shouldered man in a tan-colored trench coat stalked across the street towards a smoothie shop on the corner of Third Street and Main, his hands firmly buried in his coat pockets. He walked with a heavy aura about him, and a malevolent grin stretching from ear to ear.

And the one thought consuming his mind was revenge.

…………………………………

"So I got a call from a pretty esteemed college yesterday." Harumi said, finishing off a spoonful of her strawberry ice cream. The sibling duo sat at a table inside the clean, air-conditioned shop, having been talking about miscellaneous things for the past fifteen minutes.

"Really? What did they say?" Rui asked curiously, slurping down her own smoothie through a straw.

"Just some stuff about scholarship money. I'll definitely need it since Natsumi spends most of her money paying for us."

"That's true. We really don't have any to spare on something like tuition."

My sister's have always been protecting me, always watching out for me ever since I was little. Natsumi has always provided for us, Harumi has always watched over me at school, taking care of bullies and standing up for me…

"So have you thought about what you want to do after high school?" She asked, taking on a lighthearted tone, though her words were serious.

"Not really…" Rui sighed, beginning to stir the frothy liquid inside with her straw. "I've had some ideas, but it's only stuff people like you and sis could ever pull off…"

I've never been…as strong as they are…

"Excuse me, ladies." The ruffling of an old trench coat and the pounding of hard boots alerted the sister pair to the presence of a third individual. He stared down at them emotionlessly as they looked up, trying to read his face. Rui noticed a pokeball in his hand out of the corner of her eye. Then…he cracked open a sinister smile.

"How would you like to come with me?"

The man brought his foot up swiftly, knocking the table over on its side with the momentum and spilling the girls' desserts onto the spotless floor. In the seconds that followed, he released the pokeball from his hand and grabbed hold of Harumi, who squealed in protest.

The pokeball made contact with the ground, summoning forth a muscular creature in a flash of bright light. The Machoke that resulted released a loud yell as it began to lay waste to objects around it, scaring off any potential store patrons or shop goers that would try to make a heroic rescue.

The man laid a blow straight in Harumi's abdomen before throwing her to the ground as she coughed up blood. Rui attempted to charge him, though her efforts vanished as the Machoke caught her and threw her against a table. She collapsed onto the floor, coughing violently, and the Machoke went on to destroy more shop property.

"W-Why are you doing this?" Rui said weakly, clutching her stomach. The criminal snapped his fingers, and the burly Machoke grabbed hold of the unmoving Harumi before kicking the shop's front door off of its hinges. He picked up Rui with one hand and tossed her outside onto the ground.

"Ah, that's it. Get it all on camera." He stared up into the wild blue sky, taking note of the news choppers that were beginning to hover around the area.

"She took everything away from me; that Natsumi Kigai when she reported me. I was just minding my own business and she had to go and stick her nose in affairs that didn't concern her." He placed the sole of his boot onto Harumi's cheek, staring down at her in disgust. "I want that women to see it and feel a similar pain. I want her to see her family broken right in front of her eyes!"

"Run, Rui! Get away! I'll distract him." The black haired girl said in a breathless scream, her voice straining. She reached out a hand weakly in her sister's direction as the red-locked teen stared with tears streaming down her face.

Even now…she thinks of only my safety…

"Ha! I'd like to see you try!" The man began kicking at her, and the girl coughed up blood with every blow.

I want…

"NO!!!" Rui shot up, tackling the man in an attempt to keep him away from her sister. The man kicked her away effortlessly, managing to grab her neck before hoisting her a foot off of the ground.

To be like that…

"Oh, and what are you gonna do?" She clawed at his rough hand, though to no avail. Tears and left stain lines down both her cheeks, while her hair covered her eyes and the bruises across her face. And somewhere, deep down inside her, the lack of air didn't restrict a flame from burning…

I want to be strong like Harumi and Natsumi…I want to be…

…A great flame. Whether it was from seeing her sister lying before her and in danger, or whether it was from that video of the officer defeating those criminals, a motivation that she had never felt before was sweltering inside of her soul. And as thoughts and images of that same Meister began flooding her though process, that flame erupted.

"GET AWAY FROM MY SISTER!!"

LIKE A MEISTER!!!

Rui brought her hand up and balled it into a fist, before releasing its force straight into the man's face. The result knocked him back and caused him to lose his grip on her, though the blow that had accomplished this feat did not come from her.

The girl turned her head, a look made up of overwhelming surprise and joy completely covered her face as a warm wind ruffled the sandy blond hair and blue garment of a teenage boy. Seven golden letters were displayed on his right arm, and Rui read them breathlessly with tears streaming down her face.

"Meister…"

He turned his head to her as well and flashed the girl a confident grin.

"Good job covering for me..." He moved his silver sunglasses over his head, allowing the beaming sunlight full access to his pure, yellow orbs. "But don't worry…" He grabbed a pokeball from his belt and tossed it, a Pikachu popped out, its cheeks sparkling with excess electricity.

"We'll take it from here."

The blond teen retrieved his phone from his pocket, switching it to camera mode rather easily and snapping a picture of the criminal just as quickly. With a quick press of the send button, he turned on his headset.

"Is this the guy we're looking for?" Five seconds passed before he received an answer, the perpetrator stirring from the blow and his Machoke helping him to his feet.

"Roger. Suspect confirmed as prisoner number 732. You're all clear for containment. What does the suspect have?"

"Suspect is assisted by a single Machoke. Requesting permission to use Pokemon in capture process." Three seconds passed.

"Permission granted. Go get 'em, Wes." Wes grinned as criminal ordered his Machoke to charge.

"What would I do without you, Specs?"

The Machoke made a straight arm thrust at their position. The boy and his yellow rodent both dodged to either side as Wes called for a thunderbolt from his partner. The electric mouse delivered, charging before releasing a wave of lightning bolts at the unsuspecting burly Pokemon.

It managed to withstand the shock, barely keeping itself from buckling and falling to the ground, but a swift sweeping kick at its legs from Wes quickly dispersed any hopes it had at a counter attack.

"W-What…!" The escaped felon cried out, backing away in fear. The cameras in the news choppers began to zoom in on the situation. "What did I do wrong!? I was merely supporting my family in the best way that I could. It's that reporter's fault that I got sent to jail! Tell me, Meister! Where's the justice in that!?"

The entire area became silent at that moment, the quiet breaking with the boy's next words.

"I don't really know, but then again…I don't really care either."

Confused faces spread throughout the area, mostly notably on the criminal's and Rui's faces. He began to stalk towards the man.

"You see, prisoner 732, in front of us, this word justice does not apply…" The escapee began to scoot back with each step Wes took. "…Justice…is the job of the lawmakers, politicians, and the courts. We, however, enforce the laws set down before us without question, and render guys like you...powerless. So when you speak the word Meister, you're not talking about justice…you're talking about strength."

He stopped directly in front of the criminal while his yellow rodent sent off a thunder wave through the criminal's body, rendering him immobile.

"And all I know is…this symbol right here…"

He reached into a side pocket, and pulled out a leather wallet as his Pikachu climbed up to his shoulder. It opened to reveal a solid gold badge, which he held to the man's face.

"…is way too strong for a weak word like justice."

He placed a hand to his headset, while both Rui and her sister stared at him in absolute wonder. The boy then walked over to the downed Harumi just as the sirens of an ambulance began to fill the area, and picked her up in his arms, causing a small squeak to escape her mouth and a vivid blush to spread across her face.

"Targets are secured. Awaiting extraction."

"On their way as we speak. Nice speech, by the way. Saw the whole thing on Jubilife TV."

Paramedics rushed onto the secured scene first, taking Harumi from the teen officer's arms, placing her on a stretcher that was brought out. Rui, struggling with all her strength, managed to jog over to her sibling. Harumi brought a single weak hand up and wiped away some of her tears.

She said nothing, only giving her sister a warm smile, as if to say everything would be okay and that she would protect her.

I have…always been protected…by everyone else…

Wes approached her from the side, stopping and staring curiously at her face which gained new tears by the second. She began trembling in place.

But I won't have that anymore…

"I gotta say…that was some nice resolve you had there…" The boy exclaimed, flashing another grin at her. "Though trying to take on that guy was insane for someone like you. If all else...you've got spirit; I'll give you th…."

Rui snapped around, interrupting him and locking eyes with the taller boy as best she could. And in the heat of the moment, she spoke softly.

"I want to be a Meister…"

My name is Rui Kigai

Wes stood perfectly still, before a wide, almost sinister smirk crossed his face moments later. She stared, gulping.

And I think I just signed up…for the ride of my life…

The year…is 20XX. The strongest trainers now gather under one title…

Meister

(Case One…Closed)

And that's about it for the introduction. So tell me what you think. Good idea? Bad? Any suggestions or questions are welcome. I'll have some character information next chapter if I get the greenlight to continue by a few people.

Also, if I go with it, any suggestions for a beta reader for this would be appreciated, as I don't believe my beta for my other story likes Pokemon.