Mitsumi: Seriously? Professor Oak? Of all the clichéd bullcrap you could think of, THIS is what you came up with?

Wizard: There's much more than what meets the eye, Mitsumi… |3

Mitsumi: Like what? You being a total buffoon? O.O

Wizard: No… Tha—

Professor Oak: *Gives Mitsumi a bitch-slap, knocking him unconscious* I AM NOT CLICHÉD!

Wizard: Yes you are~!

Professor Oak: I know… T-T

Disclaimer: The Wizard of Dim-Wittedness does not own Pokémon, and all rights of ownership to such characters belong to Satoshi Tajiri and the Pokémon Company. However, he does own the plot line of this story, so he'll get pretty riled up if you try to use his junk without asking…

Wizard: Also, this chapter will be narrated in third person, unless otherwise dictated! ^-^

Chapter Three

'Gee… What a nut…' Mitsumi thought to himself, staring at the professor awkwardly as Oak struck a "Righteous" pose, most likely expecting some sort of reaction, "So…? What'd I win?"

The Pokémon professor looked at him with a wide grin on his face, "You're gonna be my new test subject~!"

"Huh?" Mitsumi babbled, frightened by this notion, but cautious as to not alert this 'Nutty Professor', "What do you mean?"

"You know about the Pokédex holders, right?" he said, waiting for a nod from Mitsumi before going on, "It irritates me to no end that so many people are using my Pokédexes! I mean, their MY invention! I should be the one giving 'em out! ME! With all the other Pokémon researchers out there handing Pokédexes to any la-ti-da trainer it just isn't special anymore!"

"Your point being?" the boy said skeptically, using this moment to get up from his bed; the Pokédex was certainly a good invention in itself, but this sort of reaction from its inventor was outright ridiculous, "It's the same way with cars, televisions, and phones…"

"I decided to make something new…" the nutty professor announced jovially as he took a green and orange gauntlet-like object from his bag; it looked like it was supposed to wrap around your forearm, "I call it Pokémon Identification Matrix Protocol!"

Mitsumi pondered on the term for a moment, "PIMP…?"

"So what do you think?" Oak said proudly, dangling the device just in front of his face, "You can be the first to test it!"

"Sure…" the boy said indifferently, immediately snatching it as he slipped it on; it had a snug fit—almost like tights—but it was otherwise comfortable, "But just so you know, I don't have any Pokémon…"

"I can fix that!" the nutty professor said as he pulled another object from under the bed, this time a rather large white egg with hollow red and blue spots on it, "Take this!"

"Okay?" Mitsumi said, surveying the egg with an indignant pout, "How does this help?"

"That egg should hatch in a few days…" he began handing him a knapsack filled with who knows what, "When it does, you'll have your first Pokémon!"

"What am I supposed to do until then, smart one?" Mitsumi asked rather impatiently, his sarcasm seething through his teeth.

"You'll be accompanying me to the Annual Seminar Supporting Worldwide Intercommunications of Pokémon and Experimentations!" he announced happily.

"ASSWIPE…?" the boy said, the acronym itself making him chuckle rather loudly.

"Look…" He said as he began dragging the boy out of the building, "Just stick with me, got it?"

"Yeah, whatever…"

Professor Juniper's POV

The sky was beautiful at this time of day, especially from this high up. Currently, I was on a Flygon that Birch had sent me as a gift and we were sailing just above our destination, Littleroot Town, where the Annual Seminar Supporting Worldwide Intercommunications of Pokémon and Experimentations would be taking place. This year, Birch would be hosting and the year after that, Rowan, then I the next.

Oddly enough, we were all bringing one of our chosen trainers along with us, and for that reason, Black was riding beside me on his Unfezant. I am quite proud of him, really; I chose him only a year ago, and already he has become the Unovan Pokémon Champion…

Eventually, we made it to Birch's lab, and as usual, he was waiting for us with his chosen trainer, "Greetings, Juniper! I see you're as punctual as ever! This lovely lady here is my apprentice, Ruby!"

"It's an honor to meet you both!" Black said quickly as he bowed rather pitifully; despite his skill, he was sort of dorky and a little awkward… "I'm Juniper's apprentice, Black!"

"The honor's all mine~!"

Apparently, I wasn't the first one to arrive. Rowan and his apprentice: Dawn, along with Elm and his apprentice: Silver, had already arrived. The only one missing was Oak. I believe his trainer was either Red or Blue, but that old geezer probably doesn't want to bring his grandson… So most likely, he'll be bringing good ol' Red.

I looked upwards, and saw a Dragonite, one of Oak's, as the fuddy-duddy landed with… Wait… Who in Arceus' name is that?

"It looks like Oak's found another…" Rowan said scandalously; I swear, that one MUST be gay… No doubt about it…

"I hope I'm not late…" Oak said as he returned his Dragonite to his Pokéball, "This is my new apprentice… Errrrrrrr… What was your name again?"

"Mitsumi…" the boy said nonchalantly; he obviously barely knew this boy, and vice versa…

"I see…" I commented, surveying him closely, wondering why he would choose him at all…

Black, being the type to try to make friends, was already talking with him. But nonetheless it still bothered me… What made this kid so special?

Back to 3rd POV

"So you're Proffessor Oak's new apprentice?" Ruby asked excitedly, "You must be thrilled~!"

"Of course…" Mitsumi said, "But it's still a little shocking seeing how it all happened so suddenly…"

"Your parents must be so proud of you…" Silver added as he beamed at the new trainer.

"Yeah…" the boy replied almost absentmindedly, a pang of grief slithering through his chest as his mind momentarily retreated.

"You know what we should do…?" Black suddenly said, taking out a Pokéball as he put his arms around his fellow apprentices and made a group hug, "We should have a Battle!"