(Yes, these chapters are short. But I wanted to get this out, to clear a few things up. Longer chapter next time, okay? This one's just an introduction of a few characters. When things get more interesting, it will get longer, I promise. Don't own. Oh, and for anyone who read comics... recongnize anything? It's by Garth Ennis, and in my quotes. Don't own that. This plot is a slight crossover with theirs, only a bit less... vampire-y. Damn.)

We pass out from exhaustion by this point. I don't know what to say when we wake up. Thankfully, someone else does the talking. "MIMI! HEY! Stop stealing stuff, and come HERE!" A female voice roars. I look up, eyes hazy from sleep.

What the hell...

It's a girl about Bloom's age, but she actually looks it. She also looks exasperated. She has a black Rattata on her shoulder... he's got blank, hollow eyes... doesn't smell like a Rattata... is she an enemy? "Come on, we have to find the pokemorphs." That got everyone's attention.

Kuro bursts out of the bushes to face the girl. "Who are you, and what do you want?" She snarls. The girl's eyes widen. And then she begins to laugh crazily. She pushes her glasses up her nose, and sniffles heavily for a minute. We just stare at her, waiting to see if she'll make a move.

"Hey. M'name's Ari O'Shay. You wanna drink?" She proffers a bottle filled with clear liquid. I growl at it, which makes her smile. "Don't worry, luv. I put my poisons in the other pocket of my jacket." I take it from her hesitantly, and taste water.

I glug the thing down, having had nothing to drink for the past two days, and Kuro smacks me on the head. "Idiot! I wanted some!" As I hiss angrily, she turns back to the girl. "So, whaddya want with us?"

-Ari's POV-

Damnit, stupid kleptomaniac Skitty. I detach her from a pair of crystal earrings, and drag her away from the Slateport shops, and stride out to the Bike Path. Let's try Mauville; they don't seem to be in Slateport.

I finger the tube of cyanide in my pocket as some middle aged dude with a WIFE next to him leers at me. "Let's try not to kill someone yet." Vita admonishes. I roll my eyes. But she's right, and I might as well not attract TOO much attention.

This, admittedly, is hard to do. I have on this giant pleather trenchcoat with fifteen or so inside pockets, I have on about five piercings NOT in my ears, (that is to say nothing of the fifty-odd bits of metal in my ears), and six pokemon, all out of their pokeballs. And huge boots.

All I'm missing from the Kenpachi Zaraki (1) image is my giant fucking sword. I sigh, and rush quicker out of Slateport. I hear a rustling in the bushes, and like any trained assassin-type Admin, jump five feet in the air. But I land SILENTLY.

Cue furry animalistic girl rushing out of the bushes. Sweet Cresselia. "Who are you, and what do you want?!" She spits at me. I observe her for a second. Her face is vaguely feline and pointed, and a light covering of fur outlines her entire face. Her eyes are ringed with black skin from her cheek bones to her temple. Her hands are stunted, almost like paws.

A tail eagerly frisks it's way from side to side. Her feet, which are bare, look like cat's feet; up on their toes. Or paws. Her ears are up on her head, furry tufts of whatever.

She's a Furret morph, I can tell.

Oh goody, I found them. The sheer joy I feel at this takes me over, and I begin to laugh crazily, snorting and hacking at the same time. They all stare, as I straighten up and sniffle.

"Hey. M'name's Ari. Wanna drink?" One of the others comes forward. He's got white hair, thick, and down to his shoulders. His face is pure white as well, except for the slightly smaller-than-average scythe bending it's way out of his hair, and rising above. His hands are wide, furry paws; just like a regular Absol...

He sniffs the bottle, and hisses at it. I decide to joke around with him. "Don't worry, luv. I put my poisons in the other pocket of my jacket." I smile. He takes it, and glugs the thing down in an instant. I blink in surprise.

The Furret morph growls at him. "Idiot! I wanted some!" She turns back to me. "Whaddya want with us?" I sigh. "Um... my name's Ari O'Shay. I'm an Admin for the Vengeance Cluster... and stuff. But fuck that. You will address me as Kiddo, the Missingno Queen."

I nod to Shadow, who takes his average form of a ghosty thing. "And this is my subject." He waves. I notice their expressions. I roll my eyes. "Yes. Because a top Admin for a secret fucking society would have all unevolved pokemon. I thought they'd supercharge your brains, or something."

-Armin's POV-

Shocking as he is, what happens next is even more insane.

A Mew passes out on her shoulder.

The trainer sighs, like this happened often. "And this is Vita, the drunken fuck." She says with an air of annoyance.

A Mew.

This girl has a Mew.

She notices our incredulous stares, and asks, "What?" With a completely straight face, like she DOESN'T have a MEW on her shoulder. Bloom speaks first. "Why do you have a Mew?" The girl sighs. She looks at the still passed out pink kitten, and scratches her head.

"Vita's an alcoholic, don't worry about her. She's not much of a fighter." The girl explains slowly. I nod, but I, I, still... a Legend. The very people we are trying to—

"We're supposed to be tracking Legends like her down." Kuro hisses. The girl raises an eyebrow. And the Mew stirs. "Wha? Whuzzat about Legends?" Then she spies us.

"Holy crap, pokemorphs." She groans. Bloom steps first forward. Adorable Legend versus Drunken Adorable Legend. He coughs nervously, sounding scared and apprehensive. She watches him with ice blue eyes. Bloodshot ice blue eyes.

"Um, Ms. Mew...? Do you know where we can find the other Legendaries like you?" I blink. Oh, he's blunt, I'll give him that. Vita straightens up. And she begins to laugh. Hacking and harsh, I wince at Bloom's crestfallen expression.

"Kid, where have you BEEN the past fifteen years?" She snorts in laughter. Bloom looks confused. We all are. What do years have to do with any of this? She glances at all of us.

"The Legends quit." Soren speaks this time. "How could they QUIT?! It's IMPOSSIBLE!" He roars. The girl looks a bit uneasy; giant Empoleon looking pissed off is not a good enemy. Vita stares at them.

"But guess what? They did." She snorts. "Look, it goes like this. About fifteen years ago, a human and a pokemon mated. And the child was..." She winces at bit before continuing. "The child was the world's first pokemorph. A new idea. Something that could possibly be just as powerful as the Legendaries. And they didn't like that one bit. So they quit. No one knows where they are."

She looks like she wants to say more, but she stops. Bloom tears up. "But Armin said we'd find them... he said!" Bloom wails disconsolately. That girl, Ari, hugs him. "Hey kiddo, don't cry. We said they'd quit, not that they were dead." Bloom dries his tears.

"Oh. Does that mean we have to find them?" Ari straightens up. And she smiles wickedly. "What do you think? Look at the world around you. Rockets kidnapping humans, and turning them into morphs—while the world says nothing. Pokemon being abused in fight-to-kill Colosseums, hell, Team Rocket as a whole, and you don't think we need someone like the Legends to stand up for the pokemon?" She seems enraged, and at each word, her pokemon chirp.

I am at a loss for words. She shoves her hands in her pockets, and produces a baggie of white powder. (Not crack, dammit.) "This," She says quietly, "Is arsenic. It can kill. Quickly or slowly, depending on the amount, it settles into the hair, the fingernails, your bloodstream, your heart." She hisses.

What does this have to do with anything? She seems to be crazy right now. Bloom hides behind Grendel. The Ninetales sighs irritably. She pushes her glasses back. "I am a first-class master killer. This is my weapon." She glances at us.

"Tell me, do you have any powers to show for your experiments?" She says softly. We all look at each other. I never considered... They shake their heads, as do I. She smirks.

"So, that means you are on the run from the most dangerous criminal organization in the world, and you have no food, shelter, or powers?" I winced. Well, when she put it like that...

She clapped her hands together. "So, I am going to help you. You losers have the power of pokemon at your disposal; it's time you learn to use it to KILL!" She laughs evilly. Kuro, who seems annoyed at being called a loser, points out;

"Says the girl with all unevolved pokemon." Ari straightens up, and huffs. "Fine. I'll show you!" She beckons to the Skitty and the Feebas. "Mimi, Flamethrower! Astrid, Dragonbreath!" Everyone is amazed at the kitten and the fish pokemon unleash obviously powerful attacks.

Skitty don't even learn Flamethrower, how...? She smirks. "It's because of Boss Man Damien." I get confused. "Who?" She blinks.

"Right, you don't know! I told you I work for the Vengeance Cluster? Yeah, he's the one in charge. So, he obviously gives his top Admin... strange, shall we say, pokemon." She shrugs. "Besides, they're just TMs. You act like they've just sprouted wings, or something."

She proffers me a gloved hand. "Right. So, want my help or not?" Before consulting the others, I nod, and shake her hand. "Of course." She grins. "Right then. You'll be coming with me, then. We have to go see Boss Man."

She looks back at Slateport. "After I get a cup of coffee."

(1:Kenpachi Zaraki is a character in Bleach, the homicidal captain. He is SO COOL.)