Told you that it'd be updated soon. Anyway, happy late Easter, I guess. I don't know, for me it was just another Sunday, except for the fact that all of my friends were off with their family, while I was sitting at home, alone, writing all day. Yeah. I spent my Easter writing, as in, the entire chapter you are about to read was completely written on Easter, the only thing that wasn't being the head and foot notes, which I'm currently writing on Monday morning. I hope you guys enjoy the new chapter, now double the length (for the record, I'm not kidding, the last chapter was a little over 4k, notes included, while this one is 8.7k, notes not included).

Y'know, you're really fucking weird

I woke up to see a white ceiling, lit up with white hospital-esque lighting that seemed to come from nowhere. I sat up, sore all over my body, and looked around. I was sitting in what actually did resemble a large hospital wing, with multiple hospital beds stretching to my left until it hit a wall. The room that I was in seemed to be completely made of white marble, with a white door at the far end of it, along with a few doors on the wall opposite me. I swung my feet off of the side of my own bed, my black combat boots hitting the floor rather loudly.

"Wow," I said, my voice echoing in the empty room, "I never expected sub-circle two to be so white. And clean, for that matter."

"Well, that's because you aren't in the Forest of Suicide, Shane." I heard a familiar voice say.

I turned towards the door to see Diana standing there, holding a black backpack and a pair of shoes similar to mine.

"Diana," I said, "what are you doing here?" As soon as I said this, what she said sunk in and I asked, "Wait, then where the hell am I?"

"You are in the infirmary of the Hall of Origins." She said, walking over to me.

"Okay then," I said, "why am I here?"

Diana sighed, before saying, "I advise you sit down, as this may be quite odd."

"Umm, okay." I said, sitting back down on the hospital bed. "I'm all ears."

She sat the bag and shoes on the ground at the foot of my bed before saying, "First, I should probably return to one of my other forms, as a visual may aid you in understanding the situation."

I sat there, confused as to what she meant, as a swirling black aura appeared around her. When it cleared, Diana was gone, and in her place was Darkrai herself, wearing the exact same clothes that Diana was.

"What the hell?" I asked, shocked.

"What's the matter," Darkrai asked, obviously relishing in my reaction, "have you never seen a legend before?"

"What the hell happened to Diana?" I asked.

"Well, to put it simply, I am Diana." She said, before sitting down on the bed next to mine.

"W-what?" I asked, completely baffled.

Darkrai sighed, before saying, "Here, let me start at the beginning. As you can tell, I am Darkrai, one of the legendary Pokemon and the reaper of souls. I, along with my fellow legends, have three different forms, a human one, a morph one, and a standard Pokemon one, all of which we can change into at our leisure. While we normally are in our morph form, we do occasionally switch to our human forms to roam the world of the mortals, and mine is Diana. Are you following me so far?"

"Um, yeah." I said, still confused. "But that still doesn't explain the reason as to why the hell I'm in the Hall of Origins. I mean, I killed myself, for Arceus' sake. Shouldn't I be in Hell instead of the home of the gods?"

"I was getting to that." Darkrai said. "Just listen and I shall explain. I assume that you have noticed the fact that the whole world has been taken under control by an allied group of gangs, correct?" I nodded, so she continued, "Well, I imagine that you also know that, other than their normal tasks, it is also the legends job to maintain balance and peace all across the world. But, as of late, these gangs have made it rather difficult for us to do so effectively, so we have enlisted in some help, in the form of mortals who possess traits that we think will aid in our task of keeping peace. These mortals are called Champions, and when they become Champions we make them Demi-legends, to where they never age, but are not completely immortal. The Champions are personally chosen by one of the thirty five legends to be offered the chance to leave their life behind and be trained by the legend to become a skilled warrior, who will then serve the legends in our mission. Are you still following me?"

"Yeah, I think so." I said. "But what does any of this have to do with me?"

"I was getting to that." She said. "All of the other legends have chosen a Champion by now, but I have yet to do so, as I am slightly pickier than the others. You see, my job as the reaper has made me truly see the different sides of mortals and how they behave under different circumstances, along with their true emotions, so I have learned by now that you cannot always judge someone by how they react to one thing, so I have been searching for the perfect person to be my Champion. And I believe that that person is you, Shane."

"What?" I asked, shocked. "Why me? What have I done to convince you that I'd be a good Champion?"

"Well," Darkrai said, "I have watched you for many years now, carefully scrutinizing everything that I have seen you do, and I believe that you would make a wonderful Champion."

"Don't I have to be a good fighter to be a Champion?" I asked. "I mean, all of that shit in the alley was just a fluke. I went in there not expecting to come out alive."

"I already knew this," she said, "which only helps to prove my point. You threw yourself into danger, a danger that you had never hoped of surviving, just to help a random woman that you had never even said a word to."

"Okay then." I said. "So what, am I just a Champion now, or something?"

"No, not quite yet." She said. "As I said, you are offered this. If you do not accept, then I will allow you to continue to where you were originally intended to go, with this entire conversation completely wiped from your memory. So, this leads me to my question: would you like to become my Champion, and to help myself and the other legends maintain peace in the world?"

I thought about it for a second, before sighing and saying, "Fuck it, I'm already dead, might as well."

"Awesome!" Darkrai yelled, before wrapping her arms around me. She let go of me and said, "That means that I need to give you your uniform."

"Uniform?" I asked, curious.

"Don't worry," she said, picking up the backpack and shoes and sitting them on my bed, "I promise that you'll like it. And I even got you some now boots, seeing as yours are looking pretty beat up"

"Okay then," I said, getting up and grabbing the bag and shoes, "so, where do I go to change?"

"There's a bathroom over there." She said pointing to one of the doors on the wall near me.

"Alright." I said, entering one.

"Oh, and I advise that you take a quick shower as well!" Darkrai yelled from the other side of the door. "No one likes the smell of death."

"Alright!" I yelled back.

I took my phone from my pocket and sat it on the sink counter, along with the backpack and shoes. I then stripped down, leaving my clothes in a pile in the floor, and got in the shower, turning the water on. I shivered as the cold water hit me, soaking my fur in a matter of seconds. I kept the water cold, always preferring it anyways, and began bathing. When I was finished, I got out, shaking myself slightly to help dry off. I opened the cabinet under the sink and found it stocked with towels, so I got one out and began drying off. When I was done, I threw the towel in the hamper next to the sink, before grabbing the bag an opening it up. I started taking the clothes out, and as I got deeper into it, I began to recognize them.

"Um, Darkrai," I said, "what's with the clothes?"

"What's the matter, do you not like them?" She said back.

"It's not that," I said, "Trust me, I like them. But they seem slightly familiar."

"Yeah, I know. I sorta planned for that." She said, laughing.

I sighed, before beginning to get dressed. When I was dressed, I put my phone in my pocket, pulled my new boots on, and, seeing nothing else to do with them, shoved my old clothes and shoes in the backpack. I threw the bag over my shoulder, before exiting the bathroom.

"See," Darkrai said, still sitting on the bed, "I knew that you'd look good in them."

I sighed, before saying, "Okay then."

I was currently clad in a pair of black jeans and a black tank top, with a single black sleeve going down my left arm, topped with a black shoulder pad with a Luxray shaped doorknocker-esque attachment on the front.

I sighed, saying, "Are you kidding me with this? You do recognize this outfit, right?"

"Of course I do. I mean, I am the one who designed it, along with your weapon. Which reminds me, wait here." She said, before dashing out of the room.

"I swear to fucking Arceus," I said, through gritted teeth, "she better not fucking come back with what I think she will."

She returned a few minutes later, a long, broad package in her hands.

"Here you go." She said, handing me the wrapped weapon.

I sighed, saying, "I know what it is, don't I?"

"Yeah, probably." She said, sheepishly.

I opened the packaging, revealing, as I had guessed, a large buster sword, with a black obsidian blade.

"Yep." I said, sighing. "Fucking thought so."

"Aww c'mon," Darkrai said, nudging me with her elbow, "don't say you don't like."

I sighed and said, "Okay, your right, I do like it."

"That's the spirit." She said. "Now c'mon, you've gotta go meet your fellow Champions."

"Alright then." I said. "What do I do with the sword?"

"First off," Darkrai said, "never refer to your weapon as 'the sword'. You need to give it a name."

"Umm, okay." I said, starting to think of a suitable name for my weapon. After a few minutes, I decided on one, saying it aloud, "Strife."

At this, Darkrai laughed, saying, "Well, look who's getting into the costume now." When she finally stopped laughing, she said, "Okay, now you have two choices. You can either just keep it with you or you can make it dematerialize and call it to you when you want it."

"Okay, how do I do the second option?" I asked.

"Well, you pretty much just tell it to disappear, and it will." She said. "And when you want it back, just tell it to reappear. None of the Champions have been able to at first, but why don't you go ahead and give it a try?"

"Alright." I said. I held the sword out and said, "Strife, leave me." To my astonishment, Strife actually disappeared in a flash of white light, so I said, "Strife, return." This caused my weapon to reappear in my hand, with another flash of light, prompting me to say, "That's fucking cool."

"Wow," Darkrai said, "I can't believe that that actually worked. A weapon doesn't normally obey the owner until they have proven themselves in battle, which prompts the weapon to trust the wielder. Strife must really trust you for some reason."

"I wonder why," I said, "seeing as I can't fight worth shit. Anyways, as cool as that is, I'd prefer to keep Strife on me, so I would I go about doing that?"

"Well, just act like you're going to put it in a holster on your back and it should pretty much just stick to you." She said.

I did as I was told, and as I felt the blade touch my shirt, Strife seemed to become attached to the shirt itself.

"Okay," I said, "once again, that's pretty fucking cool."

"And, once again, I told you so." Darkrai said.

"Really? Because I don't remember you saying that." I said.

"Okay then, I thought it, same thing." Darkrai said. "Anyway, let's go. You can just leave the bag here; it'll be taken care of."

"Okay then." I said, dropping the bag on the ground, before following Darkrai out of the far door and into a completely white hallway. As we started walking, I asked, "So, is there anything that I should know before I meet the others?"

"Well, just one minor thing." She said.

"Okay, shoot." I said.

"Well, they're kinda all females." Darkrai said.

I froze in my tracks, saying, "What?"

Darkrai stopped as well and looked back at me, before saying, "Yeah, you're the only male. Sorry."

"Okay," I said, "and why is this exactly?"

"Well, as you probably don't know, all of the legends are females," she said, "so the others all decided that it would be best to choose someone that they could more closely bond with and relate to."

"Wait, all of the legends are girls?" I asked. "But almost all of the history books say that some are males. Hell, they even say that you're a guy."

"Well, as you can see, that's not true." Darkrai said. "You need to keep in mind that all of this knowledge was discovered by mortals when the world was still a male biased world, so a lot of things were changed, and obviously they couldn't stand the thought of their gods being females, so they changed the facts, and the truth was just lost in time."

"Well, that's fucking weird." I said, as we started walking again.

"Meh, you sorta get used to it." Darkrai said.

"So, how do you think that the others will react to a guy being your Champion?" I asked as we neared a large arched opening in the wall to my left.

"Y'know, I'm not quite sure." She said. "Especially since nobody, not even Arceus knows."

"Well, then this should be fun." I said.

We turned through the opening, and I found myself in a large white room, filled with other morphs, and within a matter of seconds, seventy sets of eyes were locked onto me.

"Yep, pretty fun." Darkrai said, nervously. "I hope you aren't shy."

A phoenix, stepped out of the crowd, before saying, "Darkrai, what is this male doing here?

Well, that sounds pretty fucking sexist.

"Oh, Moltres, um," Darkrai said, "this is Shane. Say hello Shane."

"Hello." I said, waving nervously.

"I didn't ask its name," Moltres said, "I asked what the hell it's doing here."

Wait. It?

"Um, you do realize she just said my name, correct?" I said. "And besides that, I'm not an it, as we've just established."

"Shut up, male! If I wanted you to talk, I would have told you to!" Moltres yelled, before sending a blast of fire from her beak, aimed directly at me.

I stood there, the fire flying at me, but right before it hit me, Darkrai stepped in front of me and stuck her hand out, blocking the fire, to where all I felt was a minor increase in temperature.

"Do not speak to him or treat him that way!" Darkrai yelled, when the flames cleared. "And if my Champion would prefer to be called his name rather than referred to as if he were some object, then that should be honored."

Moltres froze, before saying, "What did you just call that thing?"

"I called him what he is." Darkrai responded, sternly. "My Champion."

The effect was immediate. There was an uproar, the room seeming to explode in noises of outrage, and the few things I could pick up seemed to be along the lines of insulting me, calling me a disgusting beast, and some slightly incoherent shouting about some tradition.

This went on for a minute or so, before the crowd was silenced by a voice yelling, "Silence!"

At this, the room grew silent, as a white stag, walked forward.

"Darkrai," she said, stepping towards us, "are you sure this is the one you want?"

"Yes, lady Arceus," Darkrai said, nodding, "and he has already agreed, and he has already receive his gear."

"Very well then." Arceus said, nodding in return. She raised her voice, saying, "Darkrai has chosen Shane to be her Champion, and so it shall be. If there are any complaints, I advise you get over them, as you have no say in the matter and complaining will accomplish nothing."

Darkari bowed slightly, and signaled for me to do the same.

I did so, and Darkrai said, "Thank you, lady Arceus. And I promise you, you won't be disappointed in him."

Arceus walked past us, towards the door, saying, "I should hope not, or else there will be consequences."

That doesn't sound very nice. Almost as soon as Arceus left the room, the noise picked back up, with the same insults flying around, now accompanied by sounds of outrage at Arceus allowing me to become a Champion.

"Enough!" a voice yelled, quieting the crowd again. All eyes turned towards a bright blue bird at the front of the crowd, who said, "Lady Arceus has allowed it, and no matter how much we disagree with her choice, it is not under our jurisdiction to alter it, therefore I advise we drop it." The speaker then turned to Darkrai, saying, "Do not worry, I have faith that you have chosen well."

"Thank you Articuno." Darkrai said. "Now, if you all would excuse us, I am going to go give Shane a tour of the Hall."

No one said anything else, so Darkrai turned around and exited the room, with me following her closely. By the time we were a few feet from the door, I already heard the crowd start up again. Holy shit, they really don't like me.

When we were back in front of the infirmary door, Darkrai sighed, before saying, "I can't believe that they're being that fucking sexist."

"Yeah, they didn't seem too pleased about this." I said. "What were they talking about with a tradition?"

"Oh, nothing." She said, waving her hand. "That's just some made up bullshit that they thought of. Since all of the other Champions are female; they decided to start calling it a tradition, but it's all a fucking lie."

I could almost feel how angry Darkrai was, so I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, saying, "Calm down, it's not that big of a deal."

She shook of my arm off and said, "Yes, it is. They were treating me like I can't make my own decisions, and they were treating you like some disgusting piece of shit that they kicked off of their shoes, and that's not even bringing into account the fact that they'll start getting their own Champions to treat you like that. Doesn't that make you even slightly angry?"

"No, not really." I said. "But you have to remember, I've been treated like that my whole life, so a few more people doing so doesn't really affect me."

Darkrai sighed, before saying, "I guess you're right. I'm sorry for forgetting that, and I'm sorry for snapping at you. It's just that their bullshit infuriate me sometimes."

"It's alright, I understand." I said. "Now, what was that about showing me around?"

"Oh, right." Darkrai said. "I almost forgot. Well, as you already know, this door here leads to the infirmary, which is run by the Eon duo, Celibi, and Shaymin. While we normally just use Heal Pulse for any injuries, if it's something as serious as a broken bone, then they don't feel comfortable doing it, as they are worried that they'll mess up and cause even more damage, so we use normal ways of fixing them, such as casts."

"So, what's the most serious injury that you guys have had to deal with?" I asked.

She thought for a second, before saying, "Well, I remember a few years ago Chelsea, Moltres's Champion, ended up breaking both of her arms in a five on one fight that she thought she could win. Ever since then, anything larger than a team of two against a solo fighter has been banned."

"Owch." I said. "That sounds painful."

Darkrai shrugged, saying, "I don't know, it may have been. She wasn't awake to feel it. They broke as soon as she hit the ground, and the force knocked her out as well."

"Okay, well before I change my mind about being a Champion," I said, "why don't we continue on with the tour?"

"Okay." She said. We started walking, as she said, "The room we were previously in was the meeting room, although we rarely use it."

"Then why was everyone in it?" I asked.

"They were actually having a meeting for once." She said.

"Why weren't you there?" I asked.

"Well, for starters, I was waiting for you to wake up." Darkrai said. "That, and pretty much every meeting has to do with Champion tasks, and since I didn't have a Champion until today, I just never go."

"Alright then." I said, as we turned a corner.

As we continued walking, we drew closer to a pair of white double doors.

"And this," Darkrai said, opening said doors, "is the courtyard."

The doors swung open, revealing a large stretch of grass, with a pond in the center, and a large oak tree in the center of that. On the left and right side of the courtyard were walls, showing that the Hall itself made a partial square around the yard. Directly across from me was a forest, stretching as far as I could see.

"Holy shit." I said, breathlessly.

Darkrai giggled, saying, "Pretty cool, right?"

"Are you kidding me?" I said. "I've never seen this much greenery in one place, and I've never seen any that didn't look like it was dying. Even the nicest park in Mesa doesn't have shit on this place."

"Thank you," a voice said behind us, "I try to keep it as nice as possible."

We turned around to see a small green fairy hovering behind us, a smile on its face.

"So I see." I said.

"I don't believe we ever got a proper introduction." She said, sticking her small hand out. "I'm Celebi, the guardian of the forests."

"Shane Zeich." I said, shaking her hand.

"Well, unlike my fellow legends, I must say that it is nice to meet you, Shane." Celebi said. "And I hope that you don't hate the others for what they said; there just not used to the idea of a male being around. I'm sure that once they get to know you, they'll warm up to you."

"I hope so." I said, sighing. "So, did you have to actually plant any of these trees, or are they all natural?"

"Well, contrary to popular belief," Celebi said, "the Hall of Origins isn't in some other realm; it's actually just hidden deep in this natural forest."

"Yep, and Celebi here helps with that." Darkrai said. "She uses her powers to keep the forest alive, which has caused a lot of Pokemon to migrate to it and make their homes in it, and they all help keep this place hidden."

We were suddenly interrupted by a Meganium-morph, clad in white jeans and green shirt, and a Mawile-morph, wearing gray sweat pants and a black shirt, rushed past us, knocking Darkrai off of her feet, but I caught her before she could hit the ground.

"Thanks." She said, standing back up.

"Maggie! Alexis! Come back here!" Celebi yelled after the duo.

They skidded to a halt, before turning around and coming back.

"We've taught you better than that." Celebi said, sternly. "Had Shane not caught her, Darkrai could have gotten hurt. Now, what do you think you were doing?"

"Sorry," the Meganium said, head down, "Alexis and I were just really eager to get outside, and I guess we just didn't notice you."

"Very well," Celebi said, "now, I want you to apologize."

They both sighed, before saying, in unison, "We're sorry Lady Celebi. We're sorry Lady Darkrai."

"I want you to apologize to Shane, as well." Celebi said, crossing her arms over her chest.

The Meganium, Maggie, opened her mouth, most likely to argue, but Celebi shot a glare at her, causing her to reconsider.

Sighing, Maggie said, "I'm sorry, Shane."

Celebi nodded, before turning to the Mawile, Alexis, and saying, "I didn't hear you apologize."

Alexis looked up, smirking, and said, "And I won't. A male doesn't deserve my apology."

"I am a legendary," Celebi said, taken aback, "and I am therefore superior to you. So apologize."

"No." Alexis said. "You may be a legend, but you aren't mine. Just because I apologized to you doesn't mean that you can make me apologize to that filth."

As soon as this left her mouth, the two girls took off running towards the forest.

"What the hell did she just say to me?" Celebi said, clearly outraged. "Just because she's not my Champion doesn't mean that she doesn't have to listen to me."

She moved to fly after them, but Darkrai grabbed her arm, stopping her.

"Calm down, Celebi." She said. "It doesn't matter. You know that she wasn't trying to disrespect you, only Shane."

Well then.

"Still, I don't care." Celebi said, trying to pull out of Darkrai's grasp. "She has no right to act like that."

She ended up wriggling from Darkrai's grip, taking off over the forest after the girls.

As she disappeared from our sight, Darkrai sighed, saying, "Arceus, Alexis is going to be in a lot of trouble."

"I imagine." I said. "Thanks for that nice little confidence booster, by the way."

"Sorry about that." She said. "But we both know that I'm right."

"Yep." I said, sighing. "So who's Champions are they anyway?"

"Well, Maggie is Celebi's, while Alexis is Jirachi's." Darkrai said. "C'mon, let's just continue with the tour."

"Alright." I said.

We went back inside, closing the door behind us, and continued walking. We eventually came to an opening similar to the one for the meeting room, so we entered it. The room itself, along with the contents of it, mimicked a high school cafeteria, with multiple large flat screen TVs hanging on the walls.

"As I imagine you can guess," Darkrai said, "this is the cafeteria. All of the legends take turns cooking meals, while the Champions take turns taking care of the dishes."

"So I assume that I'll have to help with that." I said.

"Well, not immediately." Darkrai said. "When a new Champion arrives, we always give them a month or two to get settled in and begin their training, and when that time is up they have to join in and help with chores."

"Although, I still wish that Arceus would reconsider the cooking routine." A voice said behind us.

We turned around to see a pink cat standing behind us.

"Seriously, would people please stop sneaking up on us," Darkrai said, "it's starting to get annoying."

"Sorry." The cat said, walking around to stand in front of us. "I didn't realize that it had happened once already." She turned to me, and said, "Hello Shane, I'm Mew, the best cook here."

"Hi." I said, waving slightly. "So, if you're the best cook here, then what's your issue with the cooking schedule?"

Mew sighed, saying, "The title of best cook isn't me bragging, trust me, it's the one that everyone here has given me. And because of this, I cook more than double the amount of times that anyone else does, and it gets pretty fucking tiring."

"Well, I could always help out if you want." I offered. "I mean, I've had to cook my own meals pretty much my whole life, so it wouldn't be too difficult."

"Really?" Mew said. She wrapped me in a hug, saying, "Thank you so much."

"Yeah," I said, "I just don't advise telling anyone that I had anything to do with the food, or else they probably won't eat it."

"Yeah," Mew said, "they don't seem to enjoy the thought of you being here. I already heard Palkia talk about trying to start a petition to get you kicked out."

"Wow," I said, "first day here and they already want to deport me and send me to Hell."

"I wouldn't say that they want the last part." Mew said.

I shrugged, saying, "Technically, whether they know it or not, they do."

Mew opened her mouth, most likely to ask what I meant, but she was cut off by Darkrai saying, "Well, it's been nice talking to you Mew, but we've gotta run. Y'know, still more of the Hall to see."

She then rushed me out of the room, leaving a confused Mew standing there.

When we were a little ways away from the cafeteria, Darkrai turned to me and said, "What the hell do you think you were doing?"

"Telling the truth." I said. "I mean, I'm already dead, so if they did kick me out, then I would no longer be a Champion and I would therefore be sent to Hell."

"Well, yeah," Darkrai said, "but we aren't supposed to mess with natural occurrences, such as disaster, disease, or death, so you're the only person here who's technically dead, and I could get into a lot of trouble if they ever found out. You have to remember, I'm the only one who even knew that you existed, so no one knows that you're dead."

"Okay, okay, I get it." I said. "I can't let anyone know about how I got here. So, how did the other Champions become Champions?"

"Just by us contacting them and offering the role to them." Darkrai said. "Now c'mon, there are still a few more places for me to show you."

"Lead the way." I said.

She led me down the halls, to another set of double doors. She opened them, revealing a large, white, circular room, with large balconies about halfway up the walls, surrounding the room, each with a ladder leading up to it.

"This is the Electronic Simulation Training Room, or, as she likes to be called, ESTR." Darkrai said.

"ESTR?" I asked, confused.

Suddenly, a hologram of a young girl appeared in front of me, startling me.

"Hello Lady Darkrai." The girl said. "May I ask who this man is?"

"Hey ESTR." Darkrai said. "He is my new Champion."

The hologram, ESTR, looked up at me; interest plastered on her face, and said, "Woah, a guy Champion? I didn't even know that those existed."

Darkrai laughed, before saying, "Well, they don't normally, but Shane here is the first. Why don't you introduce yourself, Shane?"

"Right." I said, nodding. "Hello ESTR, I'm Shane, it's nice to meet you."

"It is nice to meet you as well." She said, nodding. She then turned to Darkrai, and said, "So, Lady Darkrai, would you like for me to add him to the roster and leader board?"

"That would be nice," Darkrai responded, "thank you."

ESTR nodded, before saying, "Very well, one moment please."

She then disappeared, leaving behind nothing but a few blue particles, which soon followed.

"Okay, she is pretty fucking cool." I said. "But what does she mean by leader board?"

"Thank you." ESTR said, reappearing in front of me momentarily, before disappearing again.

"Well," Darkrai said, "in here we only have one training simulation currently, which only tests speed, and it started off as just a way to pass the time. But, the other Champions quickly decided to start competing in it, timing themselves and comparing times, but this lead to arguments about whether or not they were legitimate or not. So, to help stop the quarrels, Arceus had a leader board installed in here for the practice, but the girls eventually started using this room for mock battles, so a leader board was set up for those as well."

"Cool." I said. "This place is really fucking advanced."

"Well, of course it is," Darkrai said, "I mean, we are legends."

Suddenly, ESTR appeared before us, and said, "All done. Shane Zeich is now added to the Champion roster, along with your name, Lady Darkrai, and he has been added to both leader boards."

"Thank you." Darkrai said, nodding towards ESTR.

"Wait, how did she know my last name?" I asked.

"I can read the genetic information of every person who enters here," ESTR said, "along with their stats. And, while it was slightly difficult, as Zeich isn't your real name, I was still able to find it out."

"How did you do that?" I asked, amazed.

ESTR shrugged, saying, "I don't know, I was just searching through your info and I found it."

"Okay, even I have to say that I don't know how that happened." Darkrai said. "Anyways, would you like to check out the leader boards?"

"Sure." I said, shrugging.

"ESTR, pull up both leader boards please." Darkrai said.

"Yes, Lady Darkrai." ESTR said, disappearing again.

"So," I said, "I noticed that all of you are being addressed with the term 'Lady' in front of it. Should I start doing that, as well?"

"Well, we don't normally have anyone do it," Darkrai said, "unless, of course, they are in trouble. ESTR just does it by choice, as no one forces her to. While I don't care if you do or not, and it doesn't seem like Celebi and Mew would either, I'd still do it to the other legendaries, seeing as they already seem to not like you."

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind." I said.

Suddenly, two leader boards popped up on the walls across from us, both above the balconies, with the left one labeled 'Training', while the left one was labeled 'Combat'. Almost as soon as they popped up, ESTR reappeared before us.

"Thanks ESTR." Darkrai said. "So, here they are. As you can probably see, the number one spot on both are the same."

Looking at the two boards, I saw a picture of an Arcanine, accompanied by the name 'Chelsea' at the top of both, with the name 'Moltres' to the right of it. On the left board, I saw a time of one minute between both of the names, and on the right I saw a win/loss ratio of 33/1 between the names.

"Wow, she really knows how to clean house." I said, slightly amazed.

"Your damn right I do." A voice said behind us.

We turned to see the same Arcanine, clad in red jeans and a Blood on the Dance Floor shirt, that we were currently discussing in the doorway, along with Moltres, Articuno, and a Weavile-morph, who was wearing a light blue karate gi.

"Hello," Darkrai said, seemingly calmly, but still semi-obviously pissed, "I hadn't realized that you were training in here today."

"Well, we are," Moltres said, rudely, "so I advise you move aside. Oh, and to the male, I advise you pay attention, you may actually learn something."

The fire pair then pushed past us, heading towards the center of the room. Myself, the Weavile, Darkrai, and Articuno moved closer to the wall, even though we weren't really in any danger of getting hit, due to the sheer size of the room.

"ESTR, run the practice, now!" Moltres demanded.

"Yes, Lady Moltres." ESTR said, before snapping her fingers.

At this, a large digital timer appeared between both leader boards, followed by small, circular targets appearing around Chelsea, who now stood in the center of the room. The targets were surrounding Chelsea in a roofless cube, with three stacks of targets, going four across on each row.

"Begin." ESTR said, her voice seeming to resonate from the walls themselves.

At these words, the timer started counting up, and all forty-eight targets started spinning in a circle around Chelsea, at a rather quick pace.

I looked around, trying to find the source of the sound, and ESTR, seeing my confusion, said, "We have a PA system in the walls. I can speak through it and it is heard in here, or I can use it to play music on."

"That's pretty fucking cool." I said.

"Thank you." ESTR said, giggling.

"So, why does Moltres automatically assume that I can't fight?" I asked.

"Well," Articuno said, "you have to remember who she is. It most likely comes from the sexist personality she seems to possess."

I shrugged, before saying, "Well, she is right. I can't fight worth shit."

"Stop saying that." Darkrai said, elbowing me lightly. "You kicked those cop's asses."

"Yes, but that was luck." I said.

Suddenly, a loud buzzer went off, signaling that the training was done. We all looked up at the timer to see a time of one minute and thirty seconds.

"Holy shit, that was fast." I said.

"Damn it," Chelsea yelled, "that's not fast enough!"

"I think it's pretty impressive." I said.

"I don't fucking care about your opinion, male." She said, putting extra emphasis on the final word.

"Hey, I'm just trying to be nice." I said, throwing my hands up defensively.

Chelsea glared at me, before she started walking over to me. When she got over to me, she got in my face.

"I didn't fucking tell you to talk to me, male." She said, before cocking her fist back, and slamming it into my mouth.

As soon as her fist made contact, I felt a sharp pain in my mouth, and blood started pouring from it. The attack was followed by gasps of shock from the Weavile, Darkrai, Articuno, and ESTR.

"Son of a fucking bitch." I said, in pain. "You stupid Arceus damn whore."

"What the fucking hell?" Darkrai yelled, as I held my mouth in my hand.

"Moltres, get over here and control your fucking Champion!" Articuno yelled.

"Why should I?" Moltres yelled back. "Stupid fuck shouldn't have spoken to her."

"What the fuck did you just say?" Darkrai yelled back.

As my mouth began filling up with blood, I spat some out onto the floor, and a tooth came with it, landing in the small puddle beginning to form on the floor.

"You fucking heard me." Moltres yelled back. "You're stupid little fucking pet shouldn't have spoken."

"You little fuck." Darkrai said, through gritted teeth.

She began stalking over to Moltres, picking Chelsea up by her throat as she passed her.

"C'mon," Articuno said, "let's get you to the infirmary."

"What about Darkrai?" I asked, my mouth still filling up with blood.

"Don't worry about her." Articuno said. "Whatever happens happens. Right now, we need to keep you from losing too much blood." She turned to the Weavile, before saying, "Jesse, can you go find Celebi or Shaymin, please?"

The Weavile, Jesse, nodded, saying, "Yes, Lady Articuno."

Before Jesse ran off, I said, "I doubt you'll find Celebi around, she went after Alexis earlier."

Articuno nodded, before saying, "Very well then, Shaymin it is. C'mon Shane, let's go."

We left, the doors shutting behind us, and as soon as they closed, the room we left exploded in yelling. We started down the hall, Articuno rushing me, the shouting echoing behind us, until we reached the door to the infirmary.

"Here, go ahead and sit down." Articuno said, leading me over to the nearest bed. I complied, and she said, "Alright, I'll be back in a second."

She rushed into the bathroom and came out a few seconds later, a bathroom cup of water in one hand and a small trashcan in the other.

"Here," she said, handing me the cup and sitting the can in front of me, "get some of the blood out of your mouth."

I took a drink of the water, before spitting it out into the trashcan, with a fair amount of blood going with it.

My mouth now partially clear, I said, "How is Shaymin meant to help? I thought that she doesn't have the ability to know Heal Pulse.

"Normally, she can't," Articuno said, sitting down on the bed next to me, "but Arceus found some way for her to learn it. Now, wait here; I'm going to go try and stop Darkrai from killing Moltres."

With this, she got up and left the room. She had only been gone a few seconds when one of the other doors on the wall opened, and a Flareon-morph stepped out, holding a stack of towels in one hand and a stack of washcloths in the other. She noticed me sitting on the bed and rushed over to me, sitting what she was holding on a bed that she passed.

"Wait, your Darkrai's Champion, right." the Flareon asked. I nodded, so she said, "What the hell happened to you?"

I spat out some more blood before responding, "I had a little run in with your friendly neighborhood bitch, Chelsea."

"Here, hold on a second." She said, before grabbing one of the washcloths and entering the bathroom. She came out a few seconds later; the rag now wet, and gave it to me, saying, "Here, why don't you get some of the blood off of you?"

"Thanks." I said, accepting the rag and beginning to scrub my face.

As I did, I looked at the Flareon. She was wearing a pair of black jeans, a Pierce the Veil shirt, and a worried expression on her face.

"So, what exactly did you do to piss Chelsea off so much?" She asked.

"Hell if I know." I said, my mouth no longer bleeding. "All I did was compliment her time while she was practicing, and she fucking did this."

She sighed, saying, "That's a new level of bitchy, even for her."

"What, is she a bitch to everyone, or something?" I asked.

"No, normally just me," the Flareon said, "I don't know if you noticed while you were in there or not, but I have the worst score in everything, with my target practice time being five minutes and my win/loss a beautiful ratio of 2 to 25."

"Aww," I said, in mock sadness, "so I'm not as special as I thought."

At this, the Flareon laughed, before saying, "Whatever."

I suddenly heard the sound of muffled vibration.

"What the hell is that?" I asked.

"My phone." The Flareon said, pulling her vibrating phone from her pocket. She looked at it, before saying, "Ugh, it's Entei." She answered the phone, saying, "Hello, Lady Entei."

Through the phone, I could hear a voice say, "What is taking you so long? You know that you have training in five minutes."

The Flareon sighed, before saying, "Yes, I know. I'm sorry, but I got caught up with talking to Darkrai's Champion."

"What?" The voice said, outraged. "Don't ever talk to that male again, or I will punish you. Now hurry up and get back here before you miss training. Arceus knows that you desperately need it."

"Yes, Lady Entei." She said. She hung the phone up and set it on the bedside table, before saying, "Well, it looks like I have to go, just as soon as I put those towels in the bathroom and start the dirty ones in the washer."

As she got up, I said, "Don't worry about the laundry, I'll take care of it. You should probably get going."

"Thank you so much." The Flareon said. "The washer is in the room I just came out of, I already have it on the right settings; you just need to empty the hamper into it and add all of the shit, and then start it."

"Got it." I said, as she left.

I got up and grabbed the clean towels and brought them into the bathroom, placing them under the sink. I then took the dirty laundry, which was pretty much just what I had used that morning, and left the bathroom. I went to the other door, grabbing the washcloth that I used as I went. When I entered I saw a washer and dryer sitting next to each other, so I put the towels in and added what was needed, before starting it. I left the room and sat back down on the bed, before noticing something sitting on the table. I looked at it and saw that it was the Flareon's phone. She must have left it while she was rushing to leave. I should probably return it to her. As I put it in my pocket, the door opened, and in walked Articuno, followed by Jesse and a white reindeer with a green Mohawk that fell all the way down her back, who was followed by a seething Darkrai.

"Oh, good," the reindeer said, walking over to me, "I see that you've already stopped bleeding. Now, let me just close the wound and you'll be good to go."

"Um, okay." I said.

She walked over to me and grabbed my head in her hands. My head was suddenly surrounded by a green and purple aura, and I could feel the wound in my mouth heal.

"All better." The reindeer said.

"Thanks Shaymin." Articuno said, as the reindeer left.

Almost as soon as she left, Darkrai yelled out, "That stupid fucking cunt!"

"Calm down, Darkrai." Articuno said.

"Don't fucking tell me to calm down." Darkrai yelled, spinning to face the legendary bird. "You shouldn't have stopped me. I was going to kill that stupid bitch, and her little fucking pet."

"Which is exactly why I stopped you." Articuno said, remaining calm. "Think of how angry Arceus would have been if you two had actually gotten into a fight. Now just leave the punishment up to Arceus, I'm sure she will handle it fairly."

At this, Darkrai seemed to calm down some, saying, "Whatever." She turned to me, saying, "So, your mouth better?"

"Well," I said, "I'm now missing a tooth, but other than that, it's doing pretty well."

"Good." Darkrai said, now considerably calmer. "Now c'mon, I've still gotta show you where the bed rooms are."

"Alright." I said, getting up.

We left the room, Darkrai in the lead. I thought about trying to start a conversation a few different times, but decided against it every time I looked at Darkrai and saw the pissed look in her eyes. We eventually came to a hall that was lined with doors, seventeen on one side and eighteen on the other. As we went past the doors, I saw a nameplate on each one. We came up to the farthest back door, which was unmarked.

"Well, here you go." Darkrai said. "This is your room. I already had it completely stocked with multiples of this outfit, and the attached bathroom is completely stocked as well."

"Thanks." I said. Remembering what I needed to do, I asked, "Hey, do you know which room is Entei's Champion?"

"Oh, Shelby?" Darkrai said. "Yeah, other side of the hall, just look for her name."

"Thanks." I said. "So, what did Moltres say that pissed you off so much?"

"I assume you mean besides the sexist bullshit?" Darkrai said, sighing. "She started going off, saying that you've got to be the most useless Champion ever, that I'm a horrible Legendary, and that I won't be able to train you worth shit, and I'll always be known as the worst Legendary ever since my Champion will never be anywhere near as good as hers."

As she turned around, I thought that I saw a few tears starting to form in her eyes. She began walking away, head down.

"Hey." I said, getting her attention. She turned around and looked at me, head still hung low, so I said, "Well, moping about it won't solve anything, so cut it out. What you're going to do is start training me to be best damn Champion ever, led by the best damn Legendary ever."

At this, she seemed to brighten up, and she said, "Right. Meet me in the courtyard at nine tomorrow morning, and we can start your training."

"I'll be there." I said.

Darkrai then turned on her heels and started back down the hall, a small spring in her step. I waited until she disappeared around the corner before I started walking back down the hall, paying attention to the nameplates on the doors. I eventually found Shelby's, so I knocked.

My knock was greeted by the sound of something being hit, followed by an exclamation of, "Shit, that hurt. Who is it?"

"It's Shane." I said.

"One minute." She said. The door opened, revealing Shelby standing there, rubbing her head, and she said, "C'mon in."

She stepped out of the way and I entered her room. The room itself was fairly average, with a bed on the wall to my left, a desk with a computer on it at the foot, a bookshelf to my right, a door next to that, a TV on a stand, and another door on the other side of it. But what caught my attention was the fact that the floor was covered in books, DVD cases, and CD cases.

"Doing some remodeling or something?" I asked, jokingly.

Shelby closed the door behind us, saying, "Yeah, I know that my room is messy as hell. I was looking for my phone. I can't find it and I'm starting to think that one of the other Champions took it."

"Or there's always the option that I have it." I said, reaching into my pocket and pulling out her phone.

"Where did you find it?" She asked, as I gave the phone to her. "I've been looking for it for, like, thirty minutes."

"You left it in the infirmary." I said. "And what do you mean thirty minutes? I thought you had training to go to."

"Well, I did, but Entei ended up having to go and help Mew cook, so I got off." She said. "So, I decided to come back and shower, and when I got out I realized that my phone wasn't in my jeans pocket, so I tore my room apart trying to find it."

"So I see." I said, looking around. "You mentioned that you thought that one of the others took it. Do they normally fuck with you like that?"

"Yeah, damn near all of them do." Shelby replied, sitting down on her bed and patting the spot next to her, signaling for me to join her. I complied, and she continued, "As I said, I'm the worst Champion, stat-wise, which automatically slaps a giant target on my back."

"Well, don't worry," I said, "I'm here now, which means my target is about twenty times larger. Granted, it currently seems to be on my mouth, rather than my back, but it's pretty much the same thing."

She laughed, and said, "Yeah, I guess you're right, unfortunately for you."

"Meh, I'll get over it." I said. "And you can always remember, at least we'll always have better taste in music."

"Yeah, you're right about that." Shelby said, laughing. "So, anyways, what's with the outfit?"

"Darkrai said that it's my Champion uniform." I said, shrugging.

"Champion uniform?" She said. "I didn't think that we have one."

I just shrugged, saying, "I don't know. Not like I care, seeing as the only possessions I have are the clothes and my phone."

"Well, don't worry," Shelby said, "personally, I think it looks good on you."

"Thanks." I said. "Y'know, you should probably clean your room up now."

"Yeah, you're probably right," Shelby said, "especially since Entei is my Legendary. She's so fucking strict. Almost every fucking day she comes and checks my room, and if even one thing is out of place, I get punished for it."

"Well, that doesn't sound fun." I said, as Shelby got up and pocketed her phone, before starting to clean the floor. I stood up, saying, "Therefore, I'll help you."

"No," she said, "I couldn't ask you to. You've already done enough for me."

"Okay then, let me rephrase it." I said. "I will help you, and there is nothing you can do to stop me."

Shelby sighed, before saying, "You're really weird, you know that, right?"

"Am I weird in a good way, or a bad way?" I asked.

"So far, it seems like a good way." She replied.

Yay, slightly abrupt ending. Anyways, I would like to address a few things that people may have some minor issues with. First off, I know that the main character is normally Arceus's Champion, but I prefer Darkrai, because Darkrai is bad ass. Second, I apologize, but I really don't feel like putting what the Legendary Pokemon are wearing, as they're all just wearing normal, everyday clothes that are similar to the color of there body, so if this irks you to a great extent, get over it. Third, the reason I say thirty-five Legendary Pokemon is because fuck Gen. Five and Gen. Six. I can't stand those fucking Legendaries, with the exception of the Tao Trio, who I think are pretty awesome. And don't even get me started on Gen. Six. That has to be the most bullshit, worthless Generation, with the exception of about four or five new Pokemon. Although, I do have to say that Gen. Five is pretty good.

Ditching this rant for now, I also want to address a few questions that some people may have. First, I know that most authors who do this story accept OC requests, but I'm not sure if I will. I like the idea, but I just don't really ever do, having only done it once, and one reason is because I hate just fucking throwing in characters. I prefer to give them some reason to exist, other than just because. I don't know, I may do requests at some point, but it's doubtful. Second, mostly as a warning, as I said in chapter one, this isn't a harem story, so don't think of it as one. It is a Harem Gone Wrong story, although if you really just can't read a story without sex happening, don't worry, you won't be left in the dark, as there will be at least one lemon later on.

So, that's about it for now. No one dare bring up what I already addressed, or I will hunt you down and force you to listen to every Blood on the Dance Floor song in existence, and trust me, I don't want to do that. Not because it would hurt me, hell no, you'll get headphones, but because no one should be subjected to that rock-wannabe electro band who can't make a fucking song without it involving rape. Hope everyone enjoyed, and I'll see you sometime within the next month.