A/N: I'm back bitches!
V1.0.1b—Revised sentence in section 2 paragraph 9 for better flow.
"Spoken Aloud"
Thoughts
(Pokémon Language)
Welcome to The World of Pokémon!
"Hello, and welcome to the World of Pokémon."
Grimmjow's eyes slowly regained their focus. He looked out from his cage at the back of the auditorium, down to where the human was speaking.
"My name is Oak, people call me the Pokémon Professor," he said happily.
"Our world is inhabited by creatures called Pokémon."
He tossed a small red and white sphere onto a table, where it erupted in a flash of light. There now stood a small brown bird in place of the sphere.
Strange, thought Grimmjow, is that some kind of Zanpakuto release?
"Humans live and work alongside Pokémon everyday. Some choose to train Pokémon to help them battle and grow. Like this young man here."
At this, the black haired boy from earlier vaulted up onto the stage.
"And what's your name?" asked Oak.
"Hi! I'm Ash Ketchum, from Pallet Town."
The small humans in the audience laughed, they seemed to be familiar with him.
"What do you want to do in the wide World of Pokémon, Ash?"
"I want to be the greatest Pokémon Trainer ever!"
Even the humans have more ambition than my Fraccion, despaired a disgusted Grimmjow. With this, his thoughts took a dark turn.
This was a human. I have been thrown into a cage by a human. What did that Cero blast do to me? Even as a lowly Hollow, I would have been able to rend a human with but a flick of my claws. I can't even feel any Spiritual Pressure or Spirit Particles. Is this what I have been reduced to? I, Grimmjow Jaegerjack, rightful King of Heuco Mundo, have been reduced to a…a weakling…
Wrapped up in his pathetic and uncharacteristic self-pity, the Professor's words passed over him in a blur.
(—o—)
"So you want to be a master of Pokémon, eh Ash?"
"Absolutely Professor!"
"If, like Ash, you want to be a great trainer, you will be taking the Pokémon League Challenge. You will travel to the gyms in this region, and battle their leaders. Each one is an expert in their chosen element. Victory will earn you their badges."
Images of many colorful and bizarre symbols flashed up on the screen. Oak also took out a small metal badge himself. The pidgey from earlier, till now enrapture by the lecture, raced forward with a powerful flap of its wings. It grabbed the badge from Professor Oak mid-flight, looped around the room, and came to rest atop the Professor's head, still happily holding the badge.
"Eh-hem, yes," Oak stammered, "Holding eight badges will grant you entry to the annual Pokémon League Championship Tournament. The winner is granted the title of champion, and they and their Pokémon are entered into the Kanto region Hall of Fame. Each year's champion is also given the opportunity to challenge the Elite Four, and, if successful, the reigning Grand Champion of The Kanto Region. Only the best trainers in the world are capable of winning such an honor."
Ash was nearly bursting with excitement, and sported and huge grin across his face.
'Not all who tackle this challenge do so in order to become champions," Oak continued, "many people choose to take the league challenge in order to see the world, have an adventure, become closer to their Pokémon, and to learn more about themselves. There are so many things to do. You could become an explorer, and search out new lands. You could become a Pokémon Ranger, and guard nature. You can compete in Pokémon Contests and Pokéathelons. You can focus on a single type or a single philosophy. You could become tutors, groomers, breeders, connoisseurs, entertainers, martial artists, and psychics."
"Or even," Oak said with a wink, "Pokémon researchers."
"Even if you decide not to pursue a career focused on Pokémon, they will still play a huge part in your lives. Everyone, from chefs at five star restaurants, to engineers at Silph Co., to the miners in the Union Cave, to the farmers in the countryside, all work side by side with Pokémon. So, with that in mind, it has been my great pleasure to introduce you all your new class: The World of Pokémon!"
The children, and Ash, gave polite applause as the lights flickered back on.
"Now," said Oak, "Are there any questions?"
A brown haired girl raised her hand.
"Yes. You there, in the third row."
"I was wondering, what does a Pokémon researcher do?"
"Well, its quite simple, Pokémon researchers learn new things about Pokémon. Ways of doing this can include: observing Pokémon in their natural habitats, examining samples such as fur or fluids in a lab, performing behavioral and intelligence tests, and watching how Pokémon interact in a manmade setting, which is primarily how a trainer's Pokémon interact both with the trainer and each other."
"What was the last thing you learned, Professor?"
Oak couldn't keep the glee from his voice or his face.
"Just two days ago, I discovered an entirely new species of Pokémon."
The class broke into excited chattering.
Someone in the back yelled. "Can we see it Professor?"
"Ash," said Oak, "go bring our little friend to the front."
"Okay Professor."
(—o—)
Grimmjow's reverie was disturbed by the jostling of his cage. Ash was bringing him up front. Grimmjow simply let out a small sigh, and remained in a prone position, his head nestled between his splayed front paws.
And now they're going to try and humiliate me, *sigh* its Aizen all over again.
The small humans crowded around him.
"Whoa," one said, "He's so cool."
One of Grimmjow's ears twitched.
Well, he thought, even so small, I am pretty cool.
"Why is he just laying there?" asked another "he looks sad."
What the fuck is wrong with you, you pathetic piece of shit? he thought to himself, this is just some puny human, and it's making you out for a pussy. Even Aizen couldn't break you. Are you just gonna give up, just like that, just like your damned Fraccion! FUCK. THAT.
Grimmjow raised his head, pushed against his front paws, and gave a long luxurious stretch, as though he hadn't a care in the world. Afterwords, he idly cleaned a paw.
(Sad?) he said, (I don't know what you're talking about, I was taking a nap.)
"Sorry, kitty. We didn't mean to wake you up."
Grimmjow ignored the kitty comment. Instead he idly waved a paw.
(Well, now that you've woken me up, why don't we continue with the boring as fuck lecture. Doc?) he said, looking at Oak.
"Are there any more questions?" asked Oak.
"What's it called?" asked a kid.
"Its a new Pokémon, so we don't know its name," said Oak.
(My name is Grimmjow. Why don't you fucking ask the guy that knows?)
"Grimmjow is an awesome name." said Ash.
I'm stating to like this kid.
"Well, there you have it folks," said Oak, "my latest discovery, Grimmjow."
The same girl from earlier raised her hand, "What else do people research, besides new Pokémon?"
"One of the most mysterious things about Pokémon, and a thing which we know very little about, is Pokémon evolution."
This caught Grimmjow's attention.
(Evolution?) he asked, tilting his head.
"Why yes, evolution, the process by which Pokémon transform into radically different and more powerful forms is poorly understood."
Oak flicked the lights off again, and fiddled with the projector. A diagram of the Pidgey evolutionary line appeared. Oak moved pidgey helpfully in front of its place on the diagram.
"Most evolution happens as a result of a Pokémon growing both older and stronger. After many battles, some fundamental shift takes place, and the Pokémon changes form in a blinding glow."
He flicked the projector a few more times, the pictures showing the evolution of a Geodude into a Graveler and finally a Golem. Grimmjow was rapt with attention.
That…that sounds like the changes Hollows go through. Gillian, Adjuchas, and Vasto Lorde.
A glimmer of hope ignited within him.
This could be my way to restore my true form! I could return to my original strength.
Grimmjow stared with terrible intensity at Oak as the latter spoke.
"Not all changes come from battling, others evolve from contact with evolutionary stones, power items which can instantly change certain Pokémon. Other methods are even more mysterious. Emotions, relationships, abilities, and even the time of the day all play important and poorly understood roles in evolution."
Powerful stones…the Hogyoku! That was just like the Hogyoku! This is it. This is my way to return to power. Even better, in this strange foreign world, there are no Shinigami, no Hollows…no Aizen. No one powerful enough to challenge me.
(I will carve a bloody path through these pathetic excuses for monsters. I will destroy every gym leader, every would-be champion, and I will fucking find any and every type of stone I need. Nothing will stand in my way, you hear me you fucking bitches! The King is coming back!)
(—o—)
Professor Oak felt very uneasy when the Grimmjow made those threatening noises towards the projector screen, but that was nothing compared to the chill which trickled down his spine as the kitten laughed.
"Grii-grii-grii-grii-grii-grii-grii-grii-grii-grii-grii-grii-grii-grii-grii-grii-grii-grii-grii-grii!"
A/N: This chapter may be expanded in the future for world building purposes. Version # will be at the top for easy reference.
