Pokemon Kaiki

I do not own any characters that were created by the Pokemon Company and all pokemon mentioned in this story are owned by the Pokemon Company

Please note that some characters (Nathan Summers, Ferren Siera, Oliver, Lavender etc.) and groups and areas (Waibern Region, Herald Industries, The Robes etc.) in this fanfic were created and are owned by me

Chapter 2

The Froslass sped through the streets of Hiun with ease, unseen by the population of this modernized city. She prowled through the alleyways and shortcuts to find its way to the building its master had sent her to. She looked carefully around, ensuring none could see her before she continue moving towards her destination.

Before her was a huge building and in front of it was a huge sign that said 'Herald Industries'.

'Bingo' She thought as she floated towards the entrance of the building, still unseen by all. Quickly, she zipped past the building's security and made it into the building's lift lobby. Blocking her way was the office's gantries and she knew that she needed some sort of key to find her way in, or else the lift wouldn't work.

She snuck into the lobby and there, she waited for a few office men to walk in; one of them obviously in possession of the key she needed. She turned incorporeal and floated through the lift doors as she awaited the arrival of the lift heading her way. With her back facing the lift ceiling, she waited only seconds before the office workers walked into her trap.

Floating slowly down towards the same level as the office workers, she was careful not to touch any of them until she needed to. Then, suddenly, she zipped her way into one of the worker's body, taking control of his senses and actions. With control of the man's body, she could finally do her work.

Putting the key card into the slot, she pressed the '35th' floor button on the lift panel and then, she heard voices from behind her.

"Pete, why are you pressing that button? Our office is on the 43rd floor, remember?" The man asked, seeing the man was in a daze.

The Froslass quickly hit the man with her possession's hands. She knew she had to keep her cover and this was the only way.

"Pete are you crazy? What's gotten-" The man couldn't finish his sentence. She quickly lashed her out and performed an arm lock on the man, choking him as the lift kept climbing. Slowly, his struggling weakened and soon, the man was motionless. Dropping the man on the floor, the Froslass awaited the opening of the lift doors.

The bell rung and the lift had reached its destination. She walked calmly out of the door, leaving the bodies of the unconscious office workers on the lift floor. She now needed to get rid of this hunk of meat. She scoured the office floor for a window that could be opened and with little effort she found one.

Opening the window, she prepared herself. She needed to time it perfectly. Placing one foot out of the window she got ready for the feat she was about to perform. She let herself fall and with graceful timing, she escaped the man and she watched unemotionally as his body fell quickly from the 35th floor to rock bottom.

Now, she could finally retrieve the information she needed. Still in her incorporeal mode, she floated towards the inner areas of the floor. According to what her master told her, this floor would have a huge holding room where someone would be briefing a group of strong trainers. She told her that it would be obvious when she was there; she would definitely be able to feel their energy and spirit.

The Froslass floated around the floor like a lost ghost but finally, she found the room. It was still empty but she could see that computers were set up with projection screens already operating, obviously preparing for somebriefing; the briefing where this Froslass was supposed to sit in on. She found a comfortable, secluded most where she would not be suspected to be and there, she waited.

"How long have you been here?" Nathan asked Lavender. Oliver sat next to her as they talked about recent happenings. The three were in a café enjoying a cup of coffee inside the office building itself.

"We've been here for a week." Lavender told Nathan. "It's been this long because they had a lot of trouble locating you." She told Nathan. Hearing that, the man began to feel slightly guilty.

"Well he's here now. Only thing is he's not the only one we have to wait for." Oliver said to Lavender as he casually sipped his coffee.

"Wait, how many of us are there?" Nathan asked Lavender. He did not get the full details of this venture in the helicopter, as he was feeling too sick to say anything to the suited men.

"There are supposed to be six. You, me, Oliver, these three other boys called Isaac, Nicholas and Brandon." Lavender told Nathan. "However, they can't find Isaac." She said, pausing to sip her drink. "Apparently he went off already with another boy to Trainers Isle but they wouldn't believe the two boys as Trainers Isle is supposed to be inaccessible to civilians now." She told Nathan.

"Are they all champions?" Nathan asked Lavender, confused about everything that was going on." She nodded, answering Nathan's question.

"Yes," She began to elaborate. "All champions of Kanto to be specific." She said before she got up to face the window. The view of the city was marvelous from up here and Nathan knew Lavender. She wouldn't miss a sight like that for anything.

"Ah, there you are." A man walked into the café, interrupting their little chat session. "The boss will see you now." He said before leading the three to the briefing room.

Nathan walked with Lavender and Oliver, the three of them remaining silent during their walk towards the briefing room.

"Welcome, visitors. I am Ferren Sirea, CEO of Herald Industries. I'm sorry I'm late, had to handle a slight problem we just encountered." He said as he walked with the three. Projectors and laptops had been set up for the briefing but Nathan could see majority of the space had been purposely cleared to make space for something like a pokemon stadium.

"You must be Nathan," Ferren said, putting his hand out to shake Nathan's. Nathan quickly replied the gesture, slightly embarrassed by his dazing off.

"I've already met up and battled with your two friends but I have yet to test your prowess," He said, stepping back a little. "Nathan Summers, I Ferren Sirea challenge you to a pokemon battle!" He declared, pulling out a pokeball from his pocket.

Nathan had not expected that kind of power and spirit from the man but nonetheless; he was being challenged to a duel. He had to accept.

Nathan stepped onto the platform and the stage began to rise. Soon Nathan found himself high above the ground where Lavender and Oliver watched in awe at the stage.

"Let's make this more interesting," Ferren told Nathan. "Choose only 2 of your pokemon and let's make this er…" Ferren paused for a while to think of the term. "Ah!" He exclaimed before he continued. "Let's make it a tag battle." He told him as he pulled out another pokeball. Nathan nodded slowly, smiling to himself. Double battles always excited him, pumping adrenaline through his veins.

"Shall we?" Nathan asked as he took out his second pokeball as well. Ferren nodded, a serious look appearing on his face. Nathan smiled once more and then, he threw his pokeballs in the air.

Moving quickly up the stairs, the Froslass rushed itself to catch the battle about to occur in the upper level of the briefing hall. She knew this was important information for her master.

She saw four pokemon on the battlefield. On Nathan's side were a Typhlosion and a Ninjask.

'Semi-potent mix…' She thought to herself as she looked to the other side. On Ferren's side stood a Ononokusu and a Shibirudon. The Froslass recognized the two powerful pokemon and knew that there was something more to this company boss than just his corporate job; there was something else she would have to look out for. Her master needed to know as much as possible.

She still remained invisible to the rest, ensuring the keeping of the secrecy she was currently enveloped in. Long ago she remembered herself as a mere Snorut, captured by her master and raised to her current state, to her ghostly likeness. Her master liked ghosts; they made up the bulk of his collection.

The Froslass watched as the battle ensued, both sides performing attacks with great speed and accuracy. However, both sides were at par with each other, with the main players being Typhlosion and Ononokusu. Though the former was faster, Ononokusu still posed a threat as he too could dodge moves with great ease. Froslass knew the technical information of the battle, for she was trained in observing and reporting this kind of information, and she knew what the outcome was to be. Though Nathan was at a major type disadvantage, she knew Nathan's experience would bring him to victory. Still the battle raged on, two sides struggling to overpower the other.

Typhlosion was terrible against Ononokusu but even with weak attacks against it like flamethrower and solarbeam, Typhlosion was getting somewhere. With every successful hit Ononokusu's endurance was wavering. Through all this Ninjask struck at Ononokuso; even as Shibirudon tried to fend it off with flamethrower and thunderbolt. Ninjask was undoubtedly the fastest of all four but Froslass saw that it lacked offensive power. However, its brutal speed was enough to make it a formidable opponent. Froslass watched carefully, remembering certain scenes and attacks that would be of use to her master.

She watched as Nathan's two pokemon focused their attentions on Ononokusu. She heard the familiar sounds of commands coming from a creature's master, the sounds of a man shouting orders. Froslass perceived it that way and yet she was compelled to obey. She had wondered why, why she had that drive but she never once could find something close to an answer. She was grateful for her master and yet she despised him. It was not discussed among friends but Froslass had always wanted to ask them 'what is that red and white ball?'

Nonetheless, the battle was soon over. Shibirudon had fainted and a fatigued Ononokuso was left there to fend off Typhlosion and Ninjask. It had little hope. Froslass slowly crept away from the room, she had learnt enough from this battle. Now, she had to return to her master; she had to return to the subject of her endless confusion.

"That was brilliant." Ferren said, "just brilliant. He repeated, a tone of amazement and wonderment attached to the praise.

"Aw, I'm not that good…" Nathan told him. He was truly flattered. After all, it had been almost years since he had used his pokemon in a real battle.

"I see why they considered you the best out of the three." Ferren continued his praise. "You used pokemon that I should've been able to beat; pokemon whose strengths did not overlap my weaknesses." Ferren began to break it down. "Yet you managed to defeat both my pokemon without any of yours falling. I am just amazed with your remarkable skills, Nathan." He kept going on and on and Nathan was amazed at how much respect he had just garnered from the man. Was he really that good? Even after all those years?

"She's back." Firobe walked into the cave. Specrobe turned and looked at the cave entrance. Not long after Firobe had announced he return, Specrobe saw a small figure appear at the entrance. It was Froslass.

"What have you found out my dear?" He said with a sly tone of love. He bent down and Froslass put her hand of his head, slowly letting him see her memories and her deductions.

"So the three champions of Waiben region have gathered…" Specrobe said to himself as he considered the fact. There were great possibilities if those three were together as they were before, journeying through their homeland.

"How is that a problem, Specrobe?" Evrobe stood up from his lonely corner to talk to the man. Beside him was an Espeon, one of his most prized pokemon.

"You know of their prowess Evrobe," Specrobe began. "You know what they did." He continued, beginning his in-depth explanation. "Just as Ash had defeated the Pokemon League in his young days, these three did it too in the Waiben region. They are as much of a problem as any of those child prodigys out there." He told him. "And you know how much those companies love getting children to do their work," he commented, "not to mention those professors in those unsuspecting back-water towns." He added. "They always seem to produce these high-achievers…" He commented once more before pacing the room.

If three of the Waiben champions were together, then the goal of Herald Industries was surely an attempt to find their covenant on Trainers Isle. To what end, Specrobe did not know. Froslass had shown him her thoughts and images from the battle between Ferren and Nathan and he too shared the same opinions. There was something more to Ferren then his business endeavors.

"Then let's say these are the three people our idiotic stone tablet has told us about," Firobe joined the conversation, seeing it seething in intensity at every moment. "Shouldn't we be worried about them?" He told Evrobe straight in the face, unafraid of his rebuttal.

"Quit all your rambling!" Psirobe shouted, walking into the room. Everyone in the room well knew that Psirobe was the most senior of all, followed by Firobe. Most of the time Psirobe would be the one to lead in the absence of the Leader. Behind him the rest of the Robes streamed into the cave, all aligning themselves in a circle. Psirobe stood at the door, waiting for all of them to fall into place. Specrobe saw that beside him was his famed Alakazam and he saw that all the other robes were beginning to release their 'prized possession'. Specrobe's Froslass floated beside him, quietly awaiting the commencement of the meeting.

"All of us are gathered here, Psirobe, Firobe, Evrobe, Specrobe, Frosrobe, Arakrobe, Hydrobe, Skyrobe, Terobe, Brawrobe, Serarobe and Shokrobe. Along with you are your pokemon who have also gathered, signifying the beginning of the meeting. Alakazam, Entei, Espeon, Froslass, Weavile, Urugamosu, Milotic, Yanmega, Warubiaru, Infernape, Gardevoir and Raichu, step forward." Psirobe repeated the traditional opening to the Robe's discussions. Froslass floated forward, following the other pokemon as they too moved closer towards the center of the circle.

All 12 robes were gathered in the cave, all 12 of their champion pokemon with them. Their meetings were without the leader, for the leader would be praying to his ancestors during such meetings. As the robes discussed the next move, the leader would seek a higher guidance; a guidance which could see beyond the present.

"We shall begin." Psirobe said and all 12 stood there in a short moment of silence before Psirobe began the intense discussion.

Specrobe listened intently to the conversation, occasionally putting in some information or facts he could deduce from the rest but still, something troubled him. What Froslass saw was important but he was honestly unsure how he should tell the rest. Or if he should tell them at all.