Here's chapter two of my newest fanfic. I understand this is a hard subject to write about since it's simply an art form, but bear with me on this. Since the last chapter was merely a prologue this is where the story actually starts. Also; as of now the story will be written in the perspective of Duskull aka Itzal. Enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN POKEMON, NO MATTER HOW MUCH I MAY LIKE TO. ENJOY.

Chapter 1: Learn with Humans

The bright beams of sunlight shined harshly in my face through the venetian blinds. I placed the pillow over my face hoping to protect myself from the sun. Thankfully, the pillow proved strong enough to protect me from the sun but not from what was coming next. I counted down on my fingers from five and after reaching to nothing but a fist my door flung open with a bespectacled man standing in the doorway.

"Itzal!" he yelled in a low voice. "Out of bed now!"

The man walked in; based on my physical appearance he seemed at least two years older than me with a very muscular build. I met this man about a week after I first came to London. I was directed to a private school that would accept anyone if they'd be willing to work part time on campus. I figured it would be the best way to learn about this world so I signed up for a job with security which entails me to act as the campus gumshoe. The first day I was here I met this man, Jeremy. His father is in the royal army and Jeremy inherited his enthusiasm for such a profession. The only thing I like about Jeremy is his willingness to call me by the fake name I came up with, Itzal, which I am to believe is a name meaning Shadow in a different language.

I sighed as I walked out of the room with Jeremy behind me. I placed my hands together behind my back and crouched over just like I used to when I was still in my original form…if only I had the mask to scare this Vigoroth of a man. For the past week, however, the eye patch has been off-putting enough to keep everyone, but him away.

"Stand up straight!"

"Yeah, whatever," I said in contempt with Jeremy striking my back making me stand up straight. "Shoot me," I said under my breath.

Ever since I came here I found myself always saying that when I became annoyed by anything. Normally, I say it when I'm around Jeremy, or at least that's what I've felt. Ever since coming to this world I've found three reasons as to why it would be beneficial for me to go back to my own world; reason one, to get the answers I need from Arceus, reason two, to get Jeremy off my back, and reason three…will be coming up soon.

Jeremy went ahead of me when we reached the courtyard of the school building. The school itself was an impressive structure from a distance; made of brick the building encompassed an area of about twenty four thousand square feet not counting the area outside, a large clock sat outside of the building that was rigged to ring every hour on the hour, the courtyard outside lined the two sides of the main road to the school building with freshly planted grass…or what they tried to pass of as grass. Stepping inside I recognized several of the landmarks inside since coming here; the building branched out to two sides in the shape of the English letter "T" and divided the school between middle and senior high school classes. Given how old the administration saw me to be I walk to the right side of the building to the senior high school section, but during my free period I walk to the middle school and to the security office where I work as a campus gumshoe to pay for temporary tuition.

I walked into the class I was assigned when I heard the whole room go silent as I walked in. The entire class turned to face me and then cringe at the sight of my eye patch. Since I am unable to see the patch itself I was unaware of the skull pattern stitched into it until one of the students notified me of it out of fear.

I sighed with frustration from the fact that nobody would bother to honor a word to me, but at the same time enjoyed it to the point that I was able to focus on the information the teacher gave us on the geography of this world. I enjoy geography, to be honest, is there was anything I could take from this world it would be how the world is designed. To me it's like looking at a beautiful portrait painted by the most skillful Smeargle. It's actually the only reason why I haven't given up going to this school, that and the large library building set aside from the main building. About thirty meters (100 feet) away from the main building is a building about half the size of the school devoted entirely to books.

After geography I have a study time that lasts for about an hour in the library. The best part of it, no loud noises are allowed in the library. I can't read on anything for an hour without interruption…or so it would seem. Remember when I told you there were three reasons I wanted to go back…well, reason three comes in five, four, three, two, and one.

"Itzal!" a cheerful voice called out with a loud shush from the other students and staff.

"Shoot me," I said.

Meet reason three; Cassandra. She's the same apparent age as me and in my class from my third class to my fifth class before I have my job to do. She's about five feet seven inches, with long blond hair reaching down to about her waist, all I ever see her wear is the normal school uniform consisting of a maroon blazer, and a red and black skirt reaching to the knee, and with bright blue eyes that, to be honest, freak me out. Cassandra's a very nice girl, but she's too overfriendly, she tried too hard to make friends with me and is always reading over my shoulder no matter what it's about.

"So what are we reading today?" she asked bending over to look at the book I had recently pulled off the shelf. "Ah, a book about the identification of the monsters in legends, I see. Really, I wish those monsters were real. I hear many of them are actually quite adorable."

The monsters she refers to are the Pokémon that live in my world. Arceus did inform us that this world held legends of our power, and would therefore not accept us easily into their society. But if he met Cassandra and used her as the standard, he wouldn't think that as much. I swear that girl would invite the grim reaper into her house if he asked.

"Which one are you getting information on?" she asked with wide eyes.

"One of the ones that originated from the country of Japan, I think it's called," I answered. After three days of her incessant pleading I decided to talk with her more casually to get her off my back. "The Japanese call it Yomawaru."

"Oh, I love that one," Cassandra said surprising me slightly. "Don't English speaking areas call it Duskull?"

"Yes," I said confused by her comment. "What part of this creature do you find appealing?"

"What don't I find appealing is the question?" Cassandra asked in kind. "It says that when unprovoked it is graceful glider in the cold foggy air and that it only has one eye."

"You think having only one eye is a blessing?" I asked sarcastically making note of my eye patch.

"I think that's why I like you so much," she noted. "Your eye patch is just so manly and appealing to the eye, no pun intended."

"I'm sure," I said. "But I never thought something that can spirit away children and has a tendency to chase anything until dawn would appeal to anyone, at least who's in their right mind."

"But I do like them," Cassandra said reassuringly.

"Like I said, no one in their right mind," I said before picking the book up and leaving the library after checking it out.

The day nearly ended for my classes with musical studies which hold my interests to a point. At the school I attend it is required that you leave knowing and being proficient in at least one musical instrument. Upon arriving I was tested on several instruments but none held my interest. The sounds from them came out a bland or random noise even from the professors. So I sit in the back of the class looking through the many instruments they have available to learn.

As music class continued the teacher, an aged woman normally dressed in a dull gray dress, would sometimes halt the classes rehearsal to check on my progress. I respect her for that, but she is also half blind and unable to see my physical features and is thus less frightened by me. I find her to be insane in that regard, but at the same time I find her more admirable for staying in her profession for so long with such a handicap. Over the past week I have searched through instruments of all kinds; flutes, trumpets, percussion, violins, guitars, mandolins, even an accordion, but nothing spikes my interest. I decided to give it up for the day when I heard a sound emanating from the end of the room with the teacher facing her students. The sound engrossed the room with sweet and moving tone, light and heavy. I turned to face her to find her playing a set of conjoined pipes decorated with beads from South America. For some reason I almost fell in love with the sound.

"They're called panpipes," the teacher said in her weak voice. "They are said to be the pipes played by the Greek entity Pan. They are used in much of South American Latin music. I see you every day, not as well as you see, but I see you. You sift through instruments that mean nothing because there is no sound other than these that can captivate you. Please learn to play these, and by doing so you will become a new man."

She handed me the panpipes and returned to her rehearsal with the rest of the class after bringing the baton up in front of her and waving as though painting the musical mural. I stepped outside and studied the pipes intently and breathed into one of the larger holes and heard a deep and rich tone come out that sent a chill up my spine.

After playing more notes on the pipes I returned to my dorm room and looked on both sides of me and took a deep breath walking into the closed door only to hit it and fall over.

"So I really have lost my power," I said to myself. "Ever since I came here I can't turn intangible, I can't produce my attacks, and I can't shift my eye from socket to socket. The thing is though I could do all that before coming to London. There's a causal link I'm missing and I can't rest until I find it."

About an hour later I sat alone in the security office with my feet propped up against my desk labeled with my name. What good are these legs? I could move just fine without them. I mean, sure this world's technology is primitive, but there must be an easier way to get around than walking. Floating was always good enough for me. Well, I guess all wishes can't be granted like that now can they? Finishing my train of thought a call from the telephone sounded with a large ring as I walked up to it and answered.

"Campus Security, you got the problem, we fix it…in two to three weeks," I said sarcastically into the receiver.

"This is the school dean," a gruff voice said through my ear. "We have an armed and dangerous intruder walking up to the school. Place the entire school in lockdown."

"Sure," I said nonchalantly. "ATTENTION STUDENTS AND STAFF; AN INTRUDER IS MAKING THEIR WAY TO THE SCHOOL AS WE SPEAK. PLACE YOUR CLASSES IN LOCKDOWN UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. NOTE: SUSPECT IS TO BE CONSIDERED ARMED AND DANGEROUS. THAT IS ALL."

Like I would care. Although, nothing's going right so far in this world. I lose my power, I can't get two annoying people off my back, and now we have an armed and dangerous intruder approaching the school. Hold up; armed and dangerous? As in carried what the people in this world consider a deadly weapon? Arceus said that when we came here that we would be susceptible to the same rules of life and death that the people. I should place it to the test.

I ran from the security office with thoughts running wild through my head.

Have to find the causal link for my power. Think, what was different then from now. When I was on the bridge was it simply the air pollution levels? No, that can't be it. Is it some kind of weather pattern? No, that would make me a Castform. What did I do that was different? Did something happen to me when I came to London? Hmm, what if, yeah maybe, it's possible, that could be it, yeah that's gotta be, it's not like I have much of another choice.

I reached the school gates and looked back and forth for the intruder only to find no one there. Not even remotely close to coming.

False alarm? Nah, the dean's a sensible man. The dean also has a more rich tone of voice. And the dean is a female. The man I talked to was first a man, and his voice was as rough as a tree with bark made out of sandpaper. Great, now the intruder knows that everyone is still in the building and he is armed and dangerous. The dean's office is closest to my class. He'll start there for sure.

I turned around and ran back to the school and then stopped halfway to the door and looked back at the dorms.

"Like I said," I started. "It's my only option."

I ran towards the dorm and disappeared into its doors gritting my teeth in frustration.

The intruder, a muscular man with hair growing all parts of his body, the most prominent on his arms, with a large pistol in his hand, walked through the halls of the high school with an evil grin on his face while chuckling.

"Never thought that he would be so easily fooled," he said to himself. "Now to start my work," he said gripping the first doorknob he spied cocking the gun into the ready position.

Readying the gun by placing it up to the same level as his head.

"HEY!" I shouted alerting him making him turn his head.

The man looked at me and began to laugh out of sheer mockery at the way I looked. I was dressed in my black cloak, black gloves, and my skull mask from before.

"And what are you supposed to be?" he asked. "The grim reaper?"

"Maybe," I said bringing my arms up. "Here goes nothing."

"Well, let me show the true master of death," he said firing the gun towards me.

I closed my eyes and placed my hands together and breathed out when the bullet made contact with my body…and then passed right through my body. I sighed out of relief and thought to myself, I was right. The causal link between me and my using power is dependent on whether or not I wear my mask. It concentrates my power to the brain where it accesses 100% of my brain power creating my power.

"What are you?" the man shouted shooting seven more bullets and falling over onto his backside trying to back away from me.

The bullets passed through me as the one before as I charged towards the man as he screamed out of fear. Upon hearing the scream the doorknob jerked open with Cassandra peering head out of the door between me and the man. The man reacted and wrapped his arm around her neck and placed the gun near her head and chuckled evilly.

"Don't come near me, or the girl gets it," the man threatened for the entire school building to hear. "And that means you too," he said motioning towards me.

I took off the mask and kept my head hidden underneath the hood to keep anyone from knowing who was really fighting.

"Without my mask I have no power," I informed him placing the mask on the ground. "Shoot me!" I challenged him holding out my arms.

"You make this too easy," he said firing the bullet.

The impact of the bullet struck me on the shoulder and sent me flying backwards when I flipped the mask up with my feet and fitted it onto my head. The wound healed within a matter of seconds and I charged the man once again when I heard the trigger being pulled while it was up against Cassandra's head once again. The teachers and students all shouted "NO!" as they saw Cassandra fall to the ground.

"What?" Cassandra asked as she stood up with not so much as a burn mark. "My legs were tired and I fell over, big whoop."

"Nine bullets is your limit," I said looking at the man searched through his pockets for another clip.

The man jerked his head up to be met by my mask's face and the eye shifting from side to side. The man screamed again out of fear and recoiled back where he pulled out a knife and began slashing at me.

Silver-lined, I thought. I can't deal with silver, it's a precious material. But if I can turn intangible now and I can shift my eye I can always do this. I cupped my hands and placed one over the other.

"Shadow Ball!" I shouted as a dark orb appeared between my two hands that I thrust forward to the man.

Upon impact the man was launched in to the wall where I ran towards him again with my hands cupped once again but began breathing cold air into the space between the two.

"Ice Beam!" I shouted as my breath began to freeze.

The frozen beam shot towards the man's ankles and wrists holding him in place despite his struggling. I sighed out of relief that no one was hurt.

"How are you so fast?" the man asked about to pass out from exhaustion.

"That's for me to know and you never to find out," I said disappearing into the wind blowing through the door.

Reappearing in the dorm room I sighed as I took off my mask and looked at the book beside my bed from the library.

The book describes the many creatures that are akin to the Pokémon of my world. But it also states that sometimes they walk with humans, learn with humans, but they still retain many features that they have as Pokémon. Among the many though is a reaction speed that Pokémon have that could be considered inhuman. According to legend ever Pokémon has at least two to three times the reaction speed of an Olympic medalist, that they have a faster healing speed that can take effect in a matter of seconds to minutes. But no two Pokémon ever seem to have one thing in common; their take on whether or not they should protect humans or fight against. Every Pokémon seems to think differently about how we should react to the problems humans have.

It has a small saying at the end of each chapter as well; I think it was written by the Pokémon who first found it. I finished the chapter on Duskull or Yomawaru and it simply said this; the road to answers is never a straight one.

Upon arriving in this world I thought I never wanted to have anything to do with them, these people. But finding people like Cassandra, and like Jeremy I think I could get used to this world. Tomorrow I'll purchase the book from the library; it says that no one's checked it out since 1850. I don't think anyone's going to be looking for it. And I think it's really going to help me. Until the next chapter I read I will remember that saying; the road to answers is never a straight one.

Chapter one finished, woot-woot! I don't know if you people notice, but I'm a sucker for fortune cookie saying like that. Also I would like to thank the people who have sent me OCs for the past week and I apologize for any future late updates. Until next time, Ja nee.

Chapter two preview: When a famous French cuisine chef takes the cooking world by storm Duskull finds himself torn as to whether he should rejoin one of his own, or stay with his new friends. Next time; Cooking with Humans.