WOW! You guys REALLY liked the fight scene last chapter, didn't you? Well, thanks for all of the praise, guys. I enjoyed writing it, so I'm glad that you guys enjoyed reading it. And, well, you guys won't be disappointed in this one either... Yeah, I've got another fight scene in here. Not as action packed, nor is it as long, but it was still fun, and I hope that you guys enjoy it. So, yeah. Anyway, I've got two things to tell you kids, one being in here, and the other in a little section of this AN.

So, the first one is this: Sorry, I guess. So, yeah, you guys pointed out the fact that Spartan Lemon's rendition of this story used the whole "Main character is Arceus's son" thing. Well, no, I didn't know that. I had not read that story until it was mentioned, so, y'know, I'm not copying him or anything. Just really coincidental. So, y'know, sorry, I guess. Don't worry though, this story won't be his. I mean, wasn't there, like, inner Hall fighting, and shit? Wasn't the kid also a demon, or is that in another story that currently escapes me? Meh, whatever, not like I liked his anyway. ... Yeah, hate to say it, but I didn't really like his. Sorry, guys. Just didn't. Don't hate me...

Anyway, fair warning, next part may come off as rude, or directed at a certain person, but it isn't trust me.


Alright, I'm about to be slightly rude. So, if you don't want to see that, then skip this.

Allow me to open this by reassuring everyone that this is aimed towards no person in particular, but I've had this claim be put on my stories by a fair amount of people. So, I'm going to tackle this obstacle. Sues and Stus. First off, no, I don't like, nor do I even come close to liking, any of the fucking -sue -stu things. Seriously. Fuck all of them. The name itself annoys me, as does the fact that it's just another thing for me to use Urban Dictionary for.

But, really, I understand that you guys are voicing your opinions on my stories, and I love that. But, honestly, getting spammed with this shit just annoys me. I've had four or five different people say this, about almost all of my main characters. So, allow me to ask this. Do you play God of War and get pissed when Kratos has an orgy just because? Do you stand up in the middle of the theater, in front of everyone, and yell up at Jason Statham that he's too overpowered? No? Then, please, don't spam it here. Trust me, I know that my characters seem like that shit now, but they aren't. Don't judge a book by its cover, or, in this case, don't judge a character by the first chapters. If you could delve into my mind and see how things will change, you wouldn't be shouting "heretic" and "blasphemy" in my reviews. Just, please, hang on. It will change.


So, we all good? Will you please stop? Seriously, please. I don't like it, and I feel as if you guys are honestly insulting me...


Clean Up, Aisle Fuck You!

I left my room, having to keep my arms stiff at my sides. Arceus, I hate this shit. It's so fucking itchy! I looked down at the source of my anger and annoyance, glaring. My left sleeve had been replaced by a new one, and it was now joined by one on my left arm, minus the shoulder pad. Normally, this would be fine. Normally. But in normal circumstances, I have fur on my arms, preventing the rough fabric from touching my bare flesh. Which currently itches like a son of a bitch. Fuck, I can't wait until I get my fur back! Putting the thought to the back of my mind, I started for the cafeteria, the previously downed painkillers now starting to take effect. As happy as I am that I can be healed with ease, I really wish that they could prevent the pain, as well. I sighed, continuing down the hall. Granted, it's been two days, so it's not like I can complain too much. I reached the cafeteria, and entered it. It was fairly empty, as one would expect, with it being five in the morning. The only other person in there was Mew, who was sitting at a table, her back to me, with her head resting in the air, held up by her bent arm. As I started for her, I picked up the scent of fresh brewed coffee. I got to her front, where I saw that she was actually asleep, her coffee sitting in front of her, untouched and still steaming. I tapped the bipedal pink cat's shoulder, causing her to shrug slightly in her sleep. I tapped her again, and was greeted in the same way. I sighed, realizing what I would have to do.

I lightly shook her, quietly saying, "Hey, Mew. Wake up." She didn't stir, so I raised my voice slightly, repeating, "C'mon, Mew. You need to wake up."

She did nothing, once again, so I made up my mind. I went behind the Legend, crouching down slightly. I moved her sideways, to where her legs had joined the rest of her body up on the bench. I put one arm under her legs and the other behind her back, to where she was resting on it. I picked her up, before leaving the room and starting for her room. I found it with ease, as it was labeled with her name. I entered, to be stunned slightly. Due to her bubbly personality, as well as her fur color, I would have assumed that her room would be rather light and pink. Yeah, I was wrong. The walls were painted black, with the floor the same white marble as the rest of the Hall. Her room, one that was much larger than the Champion's rooms, was fairly empty, only having a wardrobe, a chest of drawers, and a four post bed, the curtains and sheets all black. Doesn't seem like it'd fit her, really. But who am I to argue? Ejecting the thought from my mind, I went over to the bed. I moved the curtains out of the way, before laying the feline Legend down. I threw her blanket over her, before starting for the door. I reached for the knob and began turning it, before I heard something that made me stop. I-Is something vibrating? I honed my senses in on the sound, paying maximum attention to it. Yep, definitely vibrations. I turned around, trying to find the source of the sound. I followed the noise to what appeared to be the source: her wardrobe. Odd. I opened the doors slowly. Inside, I saw nothing other than her normal Legend outfit of all pink. But the sound got louder. I moved the clothes over, confused, until I noticed something. A small hole, no larger than my index finger, was in the wood back. I reached for it, doing the obvious thing and sticking my finger in it. As soon as I did, I felt a sharp prick in my finger, causing me to gasp, retracting my finger. Examining the injured digit, I noticed some blood at the tip. What the fuck? Upon realizing this, I put the tip of my finger in my mouth, allowing the blood to refrain from getting on any of her clothes. My concentration on my confusion was broken, as I noticed something that I had previously not seen. A small screen, just above the hole. On the little screen, I saw a picture of myself in my Champion's garb, with my name below it, and the word "Processing" under it. Both confused and intrigued, I continued staring at the small screen, until the "Processing" switched to "Approved". Suddenly, the screen sunk back, to be covered by a sliding panel of wood. My confusion only strengthened as the wall pushed back slightly, before sliding to the left.

"What the fuck?" I whispered, shocked.

My curiosity getting the better of me, I entered the frame, putting me at the top of a small flight of concrete steps, with a red light coming from the foot. Taking the most rational advancement, I started down the stairs, the vibrating getting louder with each step. I swear to Arceus, if someone named Aslan is in here, someone's dying. I reached the foot of the steps, letting me out at in a room about the size of my bedroom, lit only with a bare red bulb, casting very little light around the room. I reached to my left, feeling for the wall in the minute light, before I felt a switch. I flipped it, flooding the room in light from the rows of fluorescent tubes in the ceiling. I gazed around the room, shocked. Holy shit. Where the hell is Hit-Girl and Big Daddy? The room looked fucking amazing. How the fuck does she hide a war room? The first thing that I had noticed was the giant back wall of amazing. The entire thing had a large rack of weapons on it, featuring everything from swords and axes, to Scar assault rifles and M1014 shotguns. Looking around again, I noticed a large desk on the left wall, covered in computer monitors, my count coming up to five. On the right side was another desk, this one littered with random parts of electronics, as well as a few drones of different kinds. Above the desk hung a large map of what appeared to be the world, with small colored thumb tacks sticking out of it. Noticing the source of the vibrating, I went over to the desk on the right, grabbing Mew's phone from it. I hit the "Snooze" button, shutting off her alarm. How the fuck could that help her if it was on vibrate? Placing her phone back on the desk, I took the chance to examine the room more, starting with the desk. All of the electronic parts appeared to be torn from computers or something of the sort, with most of them appearing to be in mint condition. I picked up one of the completed drones, intrigued. It appeared to be a quadrotor drone, signaled by the miniature helicopter rotors on each corner. I examined the small drone closely, noting the two small guns on it, one appearing to be a belt fed machine gun, ammo absent, obviously, and the other looking to be a small grenade launched, only able to hold one or two shots, by my guess. Carefully sitting the small robot down, I looked at the map, confirming my suspicions of its content. I saw that she had labeled multiple places on it, multiple hundreds, really. Some were marked with a red tack, others a blue one, and the rest marked with a black one. I continued examining the map, beginning to realize a trend. Wait a minute. I've liberated some of these places. I continued scanning the map, realizing the significance of the tacks.

I chuckled, before saying to myself, "Damn, Mew. Nice planning."

So, the blue tacks are places liberated by the Champions. The black ones have been liberated by myself, or should I say, X. And the red ones… they must be ones still controlled by the Organization. Moving on from the impressive map, making a mental note to check out some of the red tacks later on, I went to the computers. They all appeared to be off, providing me no source to pay my attention to, so I moved on to the main source of my intrigue. The weapon rack.

I audibly gasped, whispering, "Holy shit."

On the wall hung many weapons, most of them enough to give a weapon specialist one hell of a wet dream. On the melee side of things were your standard ones, such as straight swords, halberds, and daggers, as well as some more interesting ones. I grabbed one in particular, my jaw dropping as I reached for it. It was a large black buster sword, similar to Strife, but with a few… modifications. At the tip of the blade, right in the center of it, was a small hole, about the size of a sniper round. At where the blade reached the handle was a small scope on the edge of the blade. I held the weapon up, looking through the scope, when I felt a small trigger under my index finger. I turned the sword, looking at the trigger. Just above it, on the blade, was a small opening, one that appeared to be large enough to fit some sort of sniper clip in it, most likely one of a Barrett fifty caliber. Holy shit, this is so sexy! Keeping the weapon in hand, I continued looking at the weapons, recognizing most of the guns, as well as pretty much all of the melee weapons. After a few minutes, I heard a throat clear behind me, causing me to freeze in place. I spun around to see that Mew was standing at the foot of the stairs, her arms crossed over her chest and her foot tapping the ground.

"Oh, um… Mew." I greeted her nervously. "H-How are you doing? Have a nice nap?"

She sighed, before replying, "What the fuck are you doing down here, Shane?"

"Um, well, you fell asleep in the cafeteria." I began. "And, y'know, I decided to bring you back. And, well, I heard a noise, so I investigated. I accidentally found this place…"

I trailed off at the end, rubbing the back of my head nervously.

"Shane, why are you holding Fair?" She asked me.

"Fair?" I asked, confused. Realizing what she meant, I said, "Oh, this sword?"

She sighed again, walking over to me.

She grabbed Fair from my hands, replying, "Yes, Shane. The sword."

"Sorry." I apologized. "He just seemed interesting. Piqued my interest, really."

"It's fine." She reassured me. "After all, he is your weapon."

Huh?

"What?" I replied, confused.

"You heard me." She replied. "He's yours. I was just finishing all of the modifications."

"What do you mean?" I asked her. "I thought that Strife is mine."

"He is, as well." She told me. "But I had been wanting to thank you for helping me around here, so I decided to make you a second buster. And after watching your performance the other day, I decided that I should go ahead and finish it up. I just completed it shortly before I went to drink some coffee."

"What?" I asked. "Y-You mean that you made Fair for me?"

"Yep." She replied. "Thought that it'd be pretty cool for you to have two weapons, and I figured that you'd be able to put them to good use."

"Wow." I said, shocked. "Um, thanks."

"No problem." She answered, heading over to the desk. "All I need to do is install the clip, and your good to go."

She sat Fair up on the desk, before beginning to work on him. As she did this, I decided to attempt a conversation.

"So, what is this place?" I asked her, continuing to examine the multitude of weapons.

"My laboratory." She replied. "I like to make shit, and I wanted a peaceful and quiet place to do it."

"Does Arceus know about it?" I continued.

"Yep, but only her." Mew told me. "Well, and ESTR, of course. After all, where do you think that I made her?"

"Good point." I replied.

"Alright, I'm done." Mew said, bringing my eyes from the weapon rack.

I turned to her, barely catching Fair as he flew to my hands. I flipped him over, seeing the now added clip.

"Infinite ammo?" I asked.

"Yep." She replied. "Wanna go try him out?"

I chuckled, answering, "Oh, hell yeah."

Mew smiled at me, and said, "Let's go, then."

We left Mew's lab, the door closing behind us. We left her room, heading for the training room.

"So," I started, "does Fair work like Strife? Can I call him to me whenever?"

"Of course." She replied. "What kind of a Champion weapon would he be if you couldn't?"

I shrugged, agreeing, "Yeah, I guess that you're right."

We reached the training room, the lights coming on as we entered them. I tossed Fair to my left hand, spawning Strife in my right.

"Yo, ESTR!" I called. "You up?"

The blue girl appeared next to me, before yawning quietly.

"Yeah, I'm up." She replied. "What's up?" She then noticed Fair in my hand, and said, "Oh, is he finally done?"

"Yep." Mew replied, nodding to ESTR. "Finished just an hour or so ago. Thought that Shane could take him for a spin."

The blue girl grinned, saying, "Oh, this'll be fun."

I chuckled, and told her, "Yeah, I thought so, too." I started for the center of the room, calling back to her, "So, can you start up the four on one fight sequence?"

"Of course." ESTR replied. "What skill level?"

I thought for a second, before replying, "Four, please. I'd go for five, but I don't want to fight the hardest ones this early in the morning. Still somewhat tired."

"Alright." She replied, before disappearing.

Mew chuckled, before commenting, "I see that you discovered all that ESTR has to offer. Can't say that I'm surprised, though."

I just nodded to her, as four blue humanoid figures appeared in the room with us, standing still, each in a different cardinal direction. They were all armed, two with short swords, one with a small battle axe, and the last one with a broad sword, gripped in both hands.

"Can you give three of them a shield?" I asked.

"Absolutely." Was the reply, echoing from the walls.

In a matter of seconds, a small buckler appeared in the hands of the fighters with one handed weapons. ESTR reappeared on the sidelines with Mew shortly after.

"Ready?" She asked me, as the timer appeared on the wall.

"Let's go." I replied.

She nodded, before calling out, "Begin!"

At her words, my simulation opponents converged on me, bucklers up, weapons ready. I let them get within a foot or so, before acting. Go! I stabbed Strife into the floor, leaping onto his handle, before using the added height to jump over my enemies. I landed in a skid, both weapons in hand. I spun around to face the holograms, and saw that they were already rushing for me. I coated my feet in Dark Pulses, before Pulse Strafing to the right, allowing me to avoid them with ease.

"Hey, ESTR!" I called out.

"Yes?" She replied.

"Y'know, something seems slightly off about this fight." I told her.

I heard her and Mew chuckled, before ESTR suggested, "Music?"

"Yep." I answered, as the hologram fighters rushed for me again.

"What do you want?" ESTR asked me, as I Pulse Strafed again.

"Surprise me." I replied.

I saw ESTR disappear out of the corner of my eye, as a short sword came slashing at my face. I brought up Strife, blocking the attack, before stabbing Fair down into the floor, blocking an axe attack. I leapt back, just as I heard Switchback by Celldweller start up.

"How's that?" I heard ESTR ask, as she reappeared next to Mew.

I chuckled, before replying, "You read my mind, kiddo."

As I landed on the floor, all of my opponents turned to me, locking blank eyes with me.

I chuckled again, before saying, "Now for the fun to start."

The simulation fighters nodded to me, as if they were agreeing. The two with short swords rushed me, bucklers up, blades extended. I quickly used a Pulse Jump, flying backwards. As I flew through the air, I aimed Fair at the fighter on the left. Let's see just how badass this modification is. I pulled the trigger, causing an explosive gunshot to ring out. The bullet shot through the air, going straight through the buckler and into the hologram's abdomen, sending it flying to the ground, tumbling away.

"Holy shit!" I yelled in shock, my exclamation being shared by Mew and ESTR.

"I didn't know that it was that powerful!" Mew called out.

"Has no fucking kick, either." I called back, landing.

The other fighter reached me, and I ducked under its attack, lashing Strife out at its feet. My opponent leapt into the air, dodging my attack. I looked up at it, to be met by a blade flying towards my face. I hit the floor, rolling out of the way of the attack, but just barely. I wasted no time in regaining my footing, leaping into the air, landing back on my feet. I glared at my opponents, watching as the battle axe wielder bent down, helping its wounded comrade up. When my enemies had reformed their formation, they all stared at me, before rushing me all at once. Fuck. They all reached me simultaneously, bring their weapons down at me. I brought both weapons up in front of me, barely blocking the attacks. The force of the hits caused me to stagger slightly, pushing me back some, but I held the crossed blades up, preventing the weapons from hitting me. These fucks are way too coordinated to be on four!

"ESTR, are you sure that they're on fucking four?" I asked, fighting to keep myself safe.

"I think that I may have put it on five on accident." She replied. "I'm sorry. Do you want me to fix it?"

I contemplated this for a second, before answering, "No, this is fine. More of a challenge."

Thinking quickly on how to get out of my current situation, I came up with a plan. Fuck, this is risky. It's my best shot, though. I charged my feet with Dark Pulses, as I felt my block beginning to fail. I steadied my breathing focusing on my next move. I felt my block slip again, informing me of the urgent need to act. Now! I held the block, leaping into the air. I kicked out at the center point of the crossed blades, detonating the Double Pulse Kick as I did. The force sent all of us flying back, and almost sent Fair and Strife out of my hands. I landed on my back, sliding for a foot or so. I groaned loudly, before picking myself up. I looked over, to see that the long swordsman was up, as well. We locked eyes, squinting. He began rushing to me, prepared to stab me, from across the room.

I pointed towards him with Strife, Fair at my side, and taunted, "I'll slice your eyelids so you can watch the end!"

The fighter continued charging for me. Coming up with a plan quickly, I readied a Pulse Jump. I detonated it just before the fighter reached me, launching myself into the air. I did a barrel roll in midair, stabbing Strife into my opponent, before using the force to sling him off of the blade, and into the air. I landed on my feet, before aiming Fair at the airborn enemy.

"Now, go to sleep!" I yelled, before pulling the trigger.

The shot fired off, hitting my opponent in the chest. The force of the shot sent the form flying into a wall, where it broke apart, showering the floor in a blue powder.

I laughed loudly, before shouting out, "Cleanup, aisle fuck you!"

I heard a laugh from the sidelines, followed by Mew asking, "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Fighting's fun, so long as you're not killing!" I replied, not bother to look her way.

I spun around, focusing on the other fighters, who were just now back on their feet. The axe wielder wasted no time in charging for me, with its sword bearing comrades following closely. I stabbed out with Strife, plunging the blade into the axe wielder's abdomen, impaling it on it. I then tilted Strife up, lifting my stuck opponent into the air, before slicing out with Fair. Both swordsmen dodged the attack, though, merely stepping back to do so. I dropped Strife's blade down again, to see that the impaled hologram was still struggling. I charged a Dark Pulse on my foot, before putting it on my enemy's chest. I kicked into it, detonating the attack at the same time, sending the blue form flying backwards, tumbling into its allies, sending the trio to the floor. Within a few seconds, though, all three of them were on their feet again.

I chuckled, before asking, "You fuckers just don't give up, do you?"

I was answered by an axe being thrown at my head, which I barely dodged.

Glaring at the thrower, I added, "So, that's a no, right?"

The figure rushed me, barehanded.

I chuckled again, before saying, "Alright, let's make this fair."

I dismissed Fair and Strife, ready for a hand to hand fight. So, it only makes sense that I would be surprised when the axe suddenly reappeared in the fighter's hand, just before it was swung down at me.

"Woah!" I yelled, shocked, lashing out to grab the assailant's arm.

I stopped the attack, before hitting the hologram's stomach with a Pulse Punch, launching it back, and causing it to drop the axe into my free hand. I chucked the axe after its owner, who was hit by the weapon, causing it to stick in him for a few seconds, before that fighter joined its comrade as a pile of blue powder on the floor. Alright, now I'm just getting tired of this. Let's end it. No sooner had my mind refocused on the remaining opponents, then had they began their assault. They both came running towards me, ready to slash. Thinking quickly, I stabbed both Strife and Fair into the floor at an angle, keeping the handles in my grip. Without even attempting to stop, both of my enemies stepped on the edge of the blades simultaneously. Quickly discharging a Dark Pulse in each hand, I used the explosive force to send the handles of my swords down, causing the blades to shoot from the floor, sending the hologram warriors into the air. I aimed Fair at the fighter on the left as they flew through the air, my finger resting on the trigger.

"One, two, fuck you!" I sang out, laughing madly, while pulling the trigger twice.

Both shots made contact, ripping through the binary flesh, but the fighter remained intact.

"Three, four, die some more!" I continued, repeating the process.

This time, the rounds meant the end of my electronic adversary, leaving only one left. Speaking of which. I turned in the direction that the second fighter flew off in, just in time to watch it land on its feet. It started for me, but I was ready. I repeated the flinging act again, the hologram once again falling for it, and sent it into the air, straight up this time. Quickly deciding my plan, I looked up, before sending Strife and Fair flying upwards, both sticking into my opponent simultaneously. The force of the attacks sent the hologram flying to the ceiling, where it turned into blue powder, leaving nothing but the twin busters stuck in the ceiling. I spun around quickly, as I heard applause. I looked to the sidelines, seeing that Darkrai, Shelby, and Arceus had all joined Mew and ESTR, and the small crowd was applauding me. I smiled, as I started for them, spawning Strife and Fair in my hands. I brought the twin busters up, to where they were resting on my shoulders, as the song ended and I reached the group. I was immediately greeted by a hug from Shelby, almost knocking me off of my feet.

"Nice show." She told me, giggling.

"Thanks." I replied, despawning my weapons and hugging her back. "I had fun doing it."

She smiled at me, and said, "Just remind me to not touch your salt."

I chuckled in response, replying, "Alright. I'll make sure that you don't touch it."

As we let go of each other, Mew came up to us, a broad grin plastered to her face.

"So, do you like him?" She asked me.

"Oh, hell yeah." I answered, chuckling. "Handles like a dream, and makes a perfect twin to Strife."

"That was what I was going for." The pink cat informed me, chuckling slightly.

We were joined by Arceus, ESTR, and Darkrai, all of whom were smiling.

"That was awesome, Shane." Darkrai told me. "I still can't understand why the hell you hid that amount of skill."

I shrugged, and replied, "As I said, to keep up appearances. That, and I figured that it may cause more spite towards me if I was actually a pretty good fighter."

Darkrai chuckled, before agreeing, "Yeah, good point. I guess that it was a smart idea to wait for the others to warm up to you first."

I shrugged again, and said, "Well, that was actually just coincidental. I mostly just got tired of them. Well, and I missed you."

Darkrai wrapped me in a hug, replying, "I missed you too, Shane."

"Hey, I want a hug, too." Shelby said, wrapping her arms around me.

"Group hug!" I heard Mew call, before she joined in, with ESTR doing so, as well, despite her lack of being solid.

As we hugged, I noticed that we were missing someone. I broke the mass of arms apart momentarily, looking at the white equine, as she hadn't moved.

"C'mon, Arceus." I told her. "You can join as well."

She just shook her head, replying, "No, it's fine. I don't want to ruin the moment."

I sighed, and ordered, "Arceus, get your ass over here and join the hug, or I will kick your ass."

She opened her mouth, presumably to argue, but she closed it as I glared at her. She sighed, before coming over to us, joining in on the hug. We stayed like this for a minute or so, before breaking apart.

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" I asked Arceus.

She chuckled, before replying, "No, I guess not."

I was about to speak, when I was stopped by a rather loud growling noise, coming from a particular pink cat.

We all looked at her, and she shrugged, saying, "What? Can't a girl get hungry?"

We all burst out laughing, as Mew just stood there, staring at us.

When we finally stopped, I suggested, "C'mon, Mew. How about we go and grab some breakfast?"

The feline Legend smiled widely, answering, "I'd like that. I'd like that a lot."

I chuckled, as we started for the door. As we reached it, I realized that ESTR and Arceus weren't following us.

I turned around, seeing that they hadn't moved, and called to them, "Aren't you guys coming? Just because you don't eat, ESTR, doesn't mean that you can't come with."

"We'll catch up." Arceus replied, nodding to me.

I nodded back, as we left the room.


P.O.V Change: Arceus

I sighed as the door closed, leaving myself and ESTR alone. My head drooped to the floor, a few tears forming in my eyes.

"Are you alright, Lady Arceus?" ESTR asked me.

I sighed, before replying, "No, ESTR. I'm afraid not."

She gave me a small hug, asking, "You hate it, don't you?"

"Yes. I do." I told her. "And it hurts so much."

"You could always tell him." The blue girl suggested.

I shook my head, countering, "No. That can't happen. It'd most likely confuse him. Probably even anger him. I could never have him hate me. I'd rather live a lie, than be hated by my own son."

"As much as I don't agree with that, I guess that it is your choice." ESTR said. "And I can't do anything about it. Just remember, I'm always here for you."

I sniffled slightly trying to hold back the rest of my tears, as I replied, "Thank you, ESTR. You really are a good friend."

"And you're a good mother. I promise you that." She told me. "Now, how about we go join the others?"

I nodded solemnly, wiping away my tears. We started for the door, my mind wandering.


P.O.V Change: Shane

I rested my head on Shelby's shoulder as she sat on my lap in the meeting room. To my right was Darkrai, like always, and the others were slowly filing in, the room already about half full.

"So, any idea what this meeting is about?" I asked.

"Nope." Darkrai replied. "None of us do, really."

"Have there been any missions that we need to know about?" Shelby asked.

"Not since before Shane's fight." The reaper replied.

I sighed, before saying, "Then what the fuck could this be about?"

"Like I said, we don't know." Darkrai replied. "It could be anything."

The three of us sat there in silence as the room filled up, until everyone was there, save for Arceus. Even Anna was here.

"Yo, Anna!" I called, getting her attention.

I nodded my head, motioning for the Lopunny to come over. She complied, heading to stand next to our seats.

"Yeah?" She said, reaching us.

"You have any idea what this is about?" I inquired.

She shook her head, replying, "Nope. I didn't even know about a meeting until I got the text."

"Then what the hell is going on?" Darkrai asked. "Arceus normally tells someone what the meeting is about. Have there been any movements from the Organization?"

"Nope." I replied. "It's been quiet for about a week now."

Anna was about to say something, when Arceus entered, causing the room to go silent, the only sound her being her footsteps as she approached the center of the room.

She clasped her hands behind her back, before beginning, "Good afternoon. I would like to begin by thanking all of you for joining us here for such an impromptu meeting. So, I imagine that we are all curious as to the purpose of this meeting, correct?"

There were a few noises in agreement around the room, and Arceus nodded in response.

"Well, allow me to enlighten you." She continued. She turned to the doorway, before saying, "Zack, if you would."

Anna, Darkrai, Shelby and I all looked at each other, the looks in the girls' eyes telling me that we were all thinking the same thing. Zac? As in, a guy? Our attention was redirected to the doorway as someone entered the room, going to stand with Arceus. I guess that this is Zack. The Zoroark stood next to Arceus, his posture set perfectly, obviously trying to impress. His clothes fit his species, really. A plain black t-shirt, a pair of plain black jeans, and black sneakers with crimson laces. His hair, though. That stuck out for a Zoroark. Its length appeared to be average for a morph, reaching just below his shoulders, but instead of the standard crimson base, his hair was an ice white, ending with the standard black tips. He appeared to be about the height of Shelby, and his age looked to be about fourteen or fifteen.

He remained still and silent, so Arceus nudged him, urging, "Go on, Zack. Introduce yourself."

The teen nodded, saying, "I'm Zack."

I could barely hold back a laugh at the Zoroark's obvious nervousness.

Articuno was the first to speak up, asking, "Not to be rude, but, what is he doing here, Arceus?"

Arceus nodded at the bird, replying, "I'm glad that you asked that. Well, we all know that we are in constant need of new Champions, and we most likely will be until we have defeated the Organization. So, Zack here has chosen to join the ranks."

Unlike my introduction, the room remained deathly quiet.

"Well, whose Champion shall he be?" Articuno asked.

Before Arceus could answer, Entei blurted out, "And if you think that I'd take a piece of filth like that as my Champion, then you're sadly mistaken."

Oh. Stupid mutt didn't learn anything. Her outburst was met by a glare from both myself and Arceus.

"Relax, Entei." Arceus told her, her disgust at the reaction obvious in her voice. "I would never force a bigot such as yourself to train someone to train someone that you hate so blindly."

The retort sent Entei's eyes wide, as well as most of the room's. Damn. That's new.

"Well, who's Champion is he, then?" Mew, one of the few in the room to keep her composure, asked.

Arceus nodded to her, before replying, "Shane's."

My breath caught in my throat as all eyes shot to me.

"W-What?" I choked out, shocked.


C-Can I do it? Can I yell "Holy plot twist, Batman!"? No? Pfft, fine... Anyway, what'd you guys think of the chapter? Y'know, fairly quick update, so I'm happy with that. Also, two of the things that Shane yelled in the fight are actually references to something else, one of which being a reference to a reference. Can you guys name them? ... Meh, you don't have to. I just try to play these little trivia games with you guys, but people have yet to play them. But I make one RWBY reference without telling anyone, and people point it out. *Sigh* Whatever. Anyway, have fun with the rest of your day, kids. And, some friendly advice, if you ever get the chance to take Latin in school... Don't. I hate that shit. Seriously, love the language, but the class in unbelievably difficult. Anyway, if you kids need me, I'm hungry, so Imma go and grab something to eat... Poptarts and Mountain Dew, most likely... Odd food combination of mine within the last week or so.

... Dear Arceus, I sound like Tsu... Whoops!