Ooooh, my aching head... *rubs forehead with some ice* never should have listened to Leon Jr. Sorry if this chapter is late, I was a bit... occupied with other things. How was your holiday everyone? Did you enjoy it more than last year? Or did you end in a situations such as my own where you did things you wished you hadn't.

Sarah: How could you drink so much?!

Me: When your friends are like mine, you'll find a way.

Ruby: Party animal upon deck.

Me: Now that I'm done explaining myself, I'll add a small disclaimer just for caution.

I do not currently own Pokémon or Game Freak and might never will. All copyright material and trademarks are owned by their respective owners and publishers. This being a fanfiction, should have all those things being said without a disclaimer. If I did own any copyrighted material here then it would be very pervert in the original source.

Chapter 4: Mission 1- No way out

"Hiroshima." An old man called. The man was in his 70's but had a full head of long, gray hair and had a full beard. He was quite robust for his age and wore a simple black and gray yukata. His legs folded under him and a bottle of sake sat by his side.

The young assassin appeared in a flash of light before his master. The boy had short white hair that spiked a bit downwards. He wore a sleeveless GI with a fishnet under shirt and had a large eye patch covering most of the left side of his face. The eye patch had his adopted family's symbol- A large gray shield with gold edgings and Arceus' image carved into the front, on both sides of the shield the letters L and R are present with sharp edges. The boy had dark, yet oddly pale, skin with his single visible red eye looking to the floor. The boy had a blank, yet depressed looking, expression on his face.

"Yes Master?" Hiroshima asked, in a monotonous voice. "Is there a task you wish for me to complete?"

"No no," The elder said, waving his right hand in front of him. "I thought it would be good for you four to hear a little history." As he said the last words, three teens, around the same age as Hiroshima, came out of different hiding places in the room. They all had gray hair and wore a black and gray gi-like outfit. They all shared similar characteristics, appearing to be triplets that consisted of two boys and one girl.

"Grandpa, how'd you know we were here?" The taller male triplet asked with a disappointed look.

"You should leave the hiding tricks to Hiroshima until you learn to master them." The man said with a smirk. "Plus the three of you are easy to spot: find one and the others are sure to be close behind."

"That's not fair grandpa!" The female sibling exclaimed, folding her arms.

"I knew this would happen..." The second male sibling said, sighing.

"Now now children, you are making Hiro uncomfortable." The siblings turn to the still bowing assassin. They all took seats next to him, saying sorry as they did. "Hiroshima, you as well should sit. This will take some time to finish."

"But mast-" Hiroshima started but was gestured to sit down. He reluctantly did so, folding his legs under himself.

"Now, to the story of the clans and the legendaries." The elder said, getting into a comfortable position. "This is how the world was like long ago, when wars waged and lives were lost daily. Long, long ago in a country, long lost to the people of the modern world, there were many different people and many different families fighting for power. Out of all the families in the region, one family never fought unless to defend themselves. The head of the family looked to his country in shreds of it's former glory and wanted nothing more than to stop the raging conflict which had swallowed the land whole."

"The head of the family told his kin of the plan and, though many not wanting to send their strongest off without a chance of returning alive, left in the morning. On his travels through out the region, the man had faced a great number of dangers and faced a great number of enemies. Three years has passed and the man has been broken many times. He had heard many stories of his family's destruction, whether these tales were true or not, they only fueled the man's drive more."

"Another four more years passed and the man had lost not only his sword, but his right eye. He was on the verge of death, yet he still pressed on, in hopes of seeing his goal through to the end. He came upon a mountain which had rumored to house the legendary being which created the world. He climbed and climbed, day in and day out. He went without food or water for days, yet he still moved on. After finally reaching the summit of the mountain, the man looked around, trying to find the being. He saw nothing but ice and snow. Tired and weaken, he fell to his knees and then to his face, wanting for death's cold touch to bring him away to meet his long dead ancestors. He closed his eyes, accepting that he was about to die without put an end to the raging wars."

"The man awoke some time after, feeling a warm glow. The cold was gone, so was the snow on the mountain,and was replaced with grass and fruit trees everywhere. He sat up, thinking he had made the journey to the other side in his sleep, and looked around at the paradise he was in. 'Do not be afraid.' He heard a strange voice say. The man jumped to his feet and looked in the direction of the voice, to see what he had been searching for more then half a decade. Arceus. 'I have watched you for very long.' Arceus said. The man got on his hands and knees and bowed his head, not wanting to be disrespectful to Arceus. 'Raise your head and stand tall, my child.' Arceus said, 'You are the only one out of many to seek my power for good. If anything, I should bow to you.' The man couldn't believe what he was hearing. He stood, still very shaken, and asked Arceus one thing. 'If you have knowledge of what I have come here for, then I need no reason to explain my wish. Arceus, the people of this land have fought for many years for land because their own has floods or droughts.' The man said, swallowing hard. 'Blood has been shed because food shortages-the land can't produce nutrients needed for plants to grow. I wish for you to give me the power to end all of these things before another man needs to die.' The man bowed his head, praying for Arceus to grant his wish."

"Arceus looked at the man for a moment, as if waiting for a selfish reason to be spoken. When none came, Arceus said to the man 'You are the one. The one man who stands in the middle of a war begs for it to stop rather than to pick a side to fight with. I will give you the pow-" Hiroshima started to feel something poking his face repeatedly. Everything around him started to lose focus and soon became blurry.

Hero woke up to see he was still in back of an ATAC combat plain. The insides were painted black with 'Advance Tactics And Combat unit 37 59- K' in big bold Sliver letters on the roof. There was a single long row of seats on both sides filled with sleeping ATAC soldiers in black bullet proof combat vests and combat outfits, their guns somewhere near them, all faced towards each other. Hero looked over to the person poking him in the face. The man had short red hair that came down into his face a little, blue eyes and lightly tanned skin. He wore the same attire as the other ATAC members.

He paused for a moment before saying "Poke." And poking Hero in the face again. Hero twisted the man's wrist, glaring daggers at him. "Ow ow ow ow ow..." he tried to free himself but ended up hurt himself even more.

"What do you want, Evan?" Hero asked through his face mask. Hero wore a navy blue, hooded Shinobi shozoku. The sleeves wrapped tightly around his muscular arms and his pants wrapped themselves tightly around his lower legs. For some reason, he wore combat boots instead of the traditional spilt toed shoes. The looked incredibly light and flexible compared to those of the ATAC soldiers. His mask only covered his lower face and his hoodie covered and hid his hair and forehead, leaving his cold red irises to glow and glare without anything to distract people from them.

"Take it easy, take it easy." Evan begged, still trying to free himself. Hero let go and continued to glare at the soldier. "Geez, I thought we were friends..." He said in a whining tone.

"Wake up ladies."

All the soldiers slowly woke up and turned to the source of the voice. A large light skinned man walked out of the cockpit in the same uniform as the soldiers. He had graying blonde hair in a buzz cut fashion, a rough looking face and was smoking a cigar. He looked huge compared to everyone else in the plain. He had a large, most likely loaded, Beretta 682 shotgun on his right shoulder.

"Listen up kiddies, because I'll only say this once." Everybody waited silently for their mission's details. Hero only sighed, already know what his job is. "We're going to mount a full scale attack on these foreign fucks who think they can come in ta our country and mass produce piece a shit weapons for their buddies back home. Our job is ta arrest every bitch and motherfucker in there and bring 'em to the International Police, even if we have ta broke a few noses while we at it." The commander smiled, taking his cigar from his mouth with his left hand.

"But sire, why do we need him?" A soldier asked, pointing to Hero, who had his arms folded and his eyes closed.

The commander pointed to Hero with his cigar and said, "cause that one is the man who makes your weapons for ya." All the soldiers turned to Hero. "Meet the big man in charge of Light corporation, Hero N. Lumanite."

"That is the secret head of LC?" A different soldier said, "You mean the big company that was founded like 40 years ago that makes computers, toys, medicine and stuff? The same one that, behind the public's back, makes weapons for the world's governments?"

"Yep, same one." The commander said, grinning.

"Wow..." a female soldier said. "He's a flipping ninja!"

"Ninja sounds odd to me," Hero said, his eyes still closed. "I prefer just being called an assassin."

"Yeah, well we don't care what ya prefer." The commander said, taking a drew from his cigar. "We call you guys ninjas." Hero scoffed and the commander continued, "We're over the Kalos' mountains, prepare for deployment. I know our ninja friend won't be in need of a-" As he was saying that, Hero disappeared in a flash of light. "Never mind."

"That bastard left me!" Evan exclaimed, "Just want til after the mission, I'll give him a piece of my mind!" Evan begun getting his things together and waited for the signal to leave.

On the ground, Hero appeared in the tree line near the target location. The dark of the night made perfect cover for him. The weapons factory Itself was a large concrete gray structure which seemed to be the size of a football field and a half with similar concrete walls all around it. There was a single large steel gate guarded by a dozen men and pokemorphs-A clear sign that whatever that was inside was important. Hero snuck his way closer to the gate. 'Distraction...' He thought, he closed his eyes and began to concentrate. A bright light appeared in front of the guards, quickly getting their attention.

"The fuck...?" A guard trailed. The light began to speed in to the forest on the opposite side of Hero. "The hell do you think you're doing?" The guard turned around to the others. "That thing can be some spy cam or something. After it!" The guards, beginning to think of all kinds of things the light to be, ran off it.

"Jesus, they're retarded. Even though I'm worse then Alexis was with making light trinkets, I can still made a good one if I try..." Hero scoffed, getting out of the foliage and made his way to the gate. He put his right hand on it to test the material. 'Great, it's solid. That'll make it SO much easier to get through it.' Hero disappeared in his usual flash of light. It took him a few seconds to get through, but in the end, he did. There weren't any lights or guards outside, which made Hero's job a lot easier. He made a quick dash towards the building.

'This seems very odd... There should be more guards, but I don't see any.' He thought as he peeped into a window. Inside was just as you'd expect-many workers, some very young looking, managing machines and assembling guns and other weapons by hand. The interior was the same gray color as the outside with large wooden boxes and crates everywhere. Hero looked around the inside of the building a little more before disappearing and reappearing inside, behind a loaded crate. He crouched down to better hide in the shadow of the crate. The room was poorly lit, giving only enough light for one to see what's directly in front of them. 'I'll have to make my way through this place without being seen.' He let out a small sigh. 'I prefer missions were I should just kill everyone in my path and get over with. But at least all I need to do here is kill who ever the hell is running this place, ATAC can surely do the rest.' He slowly made his way to a flight of stairs going downwards. He wasted no time sprinting down the steps. He noticed thestair way begun to get brighter the deeper he went. He heard a loud explosion coming from upstairs and instantly knew what was going on. 'So they finally get here.' He continued down the stairs, when he reached the based he saw a group of armed men hurry towards the stairs.

They quickly stopped and pointed their guns at Hero. "Sorry, but you're gonna die here." Hero said, pulling out a few kunais. They opened fire on him, but he easily dodged the bullets range of fire. Hero threw three kunais, all hitting their marks in the faces of the men. The ones left continued to shoot at him but Hero again made easy work of them before they could hit him. The last one fell to the floor with a thud. "I thought this would be more fun..." Hero began to walk away. One guard, who hadn't died yet, held his gun up. He pulled the trigger.

Bang!

Hero looked down to see he had been shot in the left arm and sighed. "At least one of you still has some fight left." He pulled out a kunai from his boot and slowly made his way back to the downed guard. The guard, in a panic, unloaded his clip into Hero, who continued his advance. Hero knelt down in front of the guard, who was now out of bullets. "No more bullets? Too bad you didn't aim for my head." Hero flipped the kunai in his hand stabbed the guard in the throat before pulling it back out. The guard started to bleed out, his eyes now becoming vacant. Hero got up and continued to make his way to his target.

Three minutes of walking with very few run ins with guards, Hero stood outside the office of his target. He heard shouting coming from inside and decided to wait and listen.

"Boss, this whole plan is a bust. The international police are basically knocking at our door, what should we do?" A timid sounding voice asked.

"What do we do?" Another voice repeated, this one sound as if he smoked for years without a break. "You mean 'What will you do?'. I'm out of this place before them fags get down here and arrest me. You're now in charge, congrats." There was sound of movement in the office and the sound of a chair falling over.

"B-b-but boss.." the timid male voice said.

"Fuck off! I quit! I ain't going to jail for a sinking ship!" The door opened to reveal a short, pudgy man in his late 40'so who wore brown pants and a button up shirt. The man looked up into the eyes of Hero and his mouth fell a gape. Hero used the kunai in his hand to slice the man's throat. The man held his throat, as if trying to close it back up. He fell to the floor in a now forming pool of his own blood.

The timid man looked at Hero as if he were the Grim Reaper. He started to wet his pants and crawled into a corner of the room, sobbing. Hero shook his head and gave the man a "Pathetic", before disappearing in his usual manner.

"Hands in the air fuck bags!"

The ATAC units quickly ran down the stairs, guns held high and ready to fire. When they hit the ground floor they met with the sight of tens of dead bodies scattered around the halls. They slowly made their way to back office to see a large man on the floor in a pool of blood, his throat spilt open. The commander looked into the room to see a man in his mid 20's in the corner. He had the front of his pants soaking wet and trails of tears running down his face. The commander shook his head and said, "Damn ninja beat us to it..." He sighed, throwing his cigar on the ground before stepping on it. "You sir, are under arrest by the international... fuck it. You're coming with us piss-up."

Somewhere in Anistar City...

In the assassin's guild under Anistar, the workers and assassins walk about doing their nightly business. The guild was an extremely large building filled with screens on almost every wall and a large desk in the center with many receptionists and organizers, all wearing a simple black uniform, who collected and planned every mission and assignment given out to the workers. The large metal room was only illuminated by the glow of the many screens, the screens themselves only having open jobs and the list of available candidates. The missions were all ranked based on difficulty and task, many of the were only guard missions with very few assaults and retrieval missions, regardless, many of them had taken a job with very few risks.

Hero walked in, his arms folded over his chest and blood dropping from him with every step. A few people turned to stare at the bleeding assassin, but not a single soul dared to speak to him. One receptionist looked up from her desktop to see Hero heading in her direction. She noticed the blood and numerous bullet wounds on him and her jaw dropped. Her glass fall down a bit, making her light green eyes visible. Her brown hair reached a little past her ears.

"H-Hero..." She started. Hero stopped in front of her, his eyes focusing on hers. "You're tracking blood on my good, clean floor! Do you know how long it takes to clean in his place?!" She yelled at him.

"You see me walk in, wounded and bloody, and you're worried about the floor...?" Hero asked, raising an eyebrow though must couldn't see.

"Master Shadōitami taught you how to survive with any wound," She said, glaring at the ninja. "and you don't seem feel pain so you should be fine. Please go to your dorm and stop messing up the damn tiles."

Hero complied and walked off, arms still folded. After a short walk through the building, Hero stood in front of a steel door with Japanese characters written in ink. He snapped his fingers and the door opened with a strange pop. He walked into the dark door and closed the door behind him. He flipped the light switch and was reward with the sight of a large size bedroom layout, painted white. Two king sized beds were in back next to the walls, a desk with a laptop was pressed against the wall a few feet in front of the bed on the right, a simple large dresser sat in front of the left bed with the floor being in a red carpet The room was fairly empty but Hero never complained. He sat on a bed and tried to process the low rank mission he was given.

Was this really what they bother me with? He thought. A simple assassination of a fat old bastard? They must think my time comes easily... Hero yawned and laid back in the bed and closed his eyes. I deal with the wounds later. I think it's best I take a quick nap for now. Hero soon drifted off into another dream of his past, one he never enjoyed thinking of.

Somewhere in a different region...

A single female figure laid on the cold floor of her ceil, curled into a ball and sobbing. The very room she rested in was covered in ice and frost. She wore nothing more then an electric shook collar around her neck. Her long, icy white hair rolled pass the base of her gray skin. Her eyes were held shut, hiding the light yellow eyes.

Through sobs, she repeated the phase, "H-help me, guardian." And "Save me, Hero..."

Remember when I said that the plot will start to unfold in a later chapter? Yeah, I thought it best to start it now and come back to it after ten chapters of random bullshit. *gets glared at by some readers, shivers* T'is a joke! T'is a joke! I was just messing with you guys is all haha..

I said I'd read reviews in the last chapter and no one reviewed... fair enough. T'is Christmas! It's one of first I've never celebrated so of course I'm psyched. As a christmas gift to all who put up with my crap, I'll put up two story previews. Why only previews? I've not thought out those stories as much soooooo... Anyway, welcome Lyn from A Wayward Emblem fanfic and the Fire Emblem games.

Lyn: Nice to meet you all.

And here is Swellow Thorndike from... I still can't think of a good name that hasn't been taken... *thinks really hard*

Swellow: How about A Bird in the hand, Two in the Books?

Me: Nope.

Lyn: The Story of a Highschool Pokéhuman?

Me: That sounds good... Sure, that's it.

Swellow: Least it's got a name.

Lyn: Glad I could help.

The stories will be posted at near the same time. Did I give you the details about the second story? Oh well, the name should give you some idea. Sorry but no info card today, mainly because I'm partly drunk and I don't want to put something in it that I'll regret. So I think I'll see you nex-

Axel: You forgot about me-Axel Fucking Cole

Me: I never said I forgot about you. Though, I wish you were never he-

Axel: Listen up, you hentai-watching geeks. I, the amazing Axel Cole shall-

Lyn: A man with to much pride...

Swellow: And an ego the size of a planet...

Me: I didn't say anything about you because I didn't write your story yet.

Axel: *gasps* How dare you show such disrespect to the greatest Sableye pokéhuman ever?

Me: Shut the nexus up, you brat. *groans* I need to do stuff so I'll end this thing with another 'did you know?' about this fanfic.

Did you know that all characters, excluding Hero, Leon, Ruby and Sarah, so far have been named after video game characters? Eirika and Seth from Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones and Yoshiro from Pokemon Conquest are just a few.

Gg, noob, Merry Christmas and Light's out.