AN: This is the newest chapter, and a small surprise at the bottom for those of you who care.

Pairings:

Naruto x Georgia x Amy x Elesa x Cynthia? (was suggested by a reviewer, who pointed out a very good plot point of interest to me. Thanks dude.)

Jesse x James

Naruto's pokemon:

Swampert (Numachi)
Garchomp (Shiza)
Haunter (Kyofu)
Alakazam (Sonzai)
Absol (Yugameru)
Luxray (Reserve) (Raizen)
Toxicroak (Reserve) (Kega)
Marowak (Reserve) (Gunji)
Hitmonlee (Reserve) (Rock Lee)
Scizor (Reserve) (Tsuin)
Genesect (Reserve) (Tekio)
Salamence (Madara)
Darkrai (Reserve) (Kage)
Typhlosion (Reserve) (Shinju)
Metagross (Reserve) (Haka)
Haxorus (Reserve) (Kenpachi)

It has come to my attention, more than once, that people on this site seem to forget that as a FanFiction writer, I have an obligation to at least attempt to entertain one person. Because, in my opinion, if I can get even one person to enjoy my stories, then I have completed this obligation.

And, it has also come to my attention that a favorite Author of mine, SoulReaperCrewe, has dropped off the map. If anyone has any kind of lead on when he'll update his stories, or even come back, I would be grateful.

(Chapter 6- Emotional Weakness)

Everyone sweatdropped as Obito ran around comically, dodging attacks from Raizen, who had a dark, sadistic look on his face. The Luxray was obviously enjoying the torment he was putting his Master's father through, if his grin was anything to go by.

As for Naruto, he was watching passively as his pokemon brutally chased down his father, a bored expression adorning his face as he did. The man deserved to be hit by the Kirin, but at the last moment, changed the attack to simple Raging Bolts that, while not having the power of a Kirin, still hurt like a bitch.

While he appeared aloof and cold on the outside, he was a nervous wreck on the inside, as he hadn't seen his mother in years, not since the day she had arrived for his birthday, and left with the cake.

Yes, she took the entire thing, before he got to eat it!

Now, as he waited for her ship to arrive, he closed his eyes and sighed at what had to be the absolute worst day of his life. First, it was fucking cold. Secondly, he was attacked by the Legendary Three, one of which turns out to have been a spy. And now, now he was waiting for his mother, who willingly estranged him, to arrive and take himself and his friends to Nimbasa City.

Sighing, he recalled Raizen and sat back, trying to avoid the frozen rocks as he stood there with his friends, Team Tyrant, or Team Naruto, or whatever they chose to call themselves. He had no idea, and could barely remember if he wore underwear this morning, let alone what his friends called their little band of crazy people.

The wind howled as he sat there, and he ignored the bitter, cruel chill as best he could, all the while lost in thoughts of when he was in the Wild Zone.

There, he had flourished and grown into a dangerous and powerful trainer, because out there, it was simple: Fight or die. There was no hidden agenda, no plot or ploy for more than what others had. All there was, was the simple truth of nature; if you weren't strong, then you were forgotten. If you were forgotten; then you died.

Simple rules, yet they were so brutal, so honest, that he had a hard time believing them, before he simply agreed and went on with his life. It was what made his training style so effective, he played off of his pokemon's natural want to live and survive. Others treated theirs like they were glass, like they were weak. He didn't, oh no, his knew that if they wanted to have anything to do with him, they had to become strong. So, they gave everything they had in training, and he couldn't have been any prouder.

A sudden change in the breeze alerted him to the arrival of his Mother's ship, which hovered for a bit, before it descended to land and open it's hatch. Naruto stood and walked towards his friends, who all gave him looks, except for Amy, as she was still very shaken up about all that had happened in the last twenty-four hours.

Said girl had clung to him repeatedly during their time together, something that made Georgia very jealous, and she had been nearly catatonic since the Center was destroyed.

Naruto sighed as he stood, stretching his limbs as he did. Now was the moment of truth, time to face the parents, and hope he could keep his temper under control. After all, he did order Raizen to attack his Father with one of his most powerful moves, but that didn't mean much when fighting his own mother.

It was one of his compulsions to do his best to not fight a girl, as he was slightly afraid of beating them. Girls of any age or size, when angered, tossed all logic and reasoning out the window, and became rage monsters full of Righteous Female Fury and Rage. Not something he wanted to deal with.

On a brighter note, now that they were in a quieter place, as well as warmer, he could spend some time with Numachi, his first pokemon, and closest one out of all of them.

The Swampert had been with him for years, and was the closest to him out of all his pokemon, not to say that they weren't all really close, just that he was the closest, and, without a doubt, the strongest out of them all. Time and experience made Numachi grow bigger than others his size, making him as big as a medium sized horse, with a very devious personality. He enjoyed fighting way, way too much, almost like a sociopath, and was keen on toying with his opponents, something he picked up when Naruto had been the Tyrant of the Underworld.

Naruto sighed as he walked up to the man at the bottom of the ramp, awaiting their arrival to close the door and give the order to take off. Leave it to his Mother to not care enough to actually greet them at the door. The walk down the halls of the metallic ship was quiet, as Naruto kept his face decidedly blank as they moved. It wasn't as if there wasn't anything to talk about.

Now that he thought about it, his new friends and older friend had been awfully quiet since seeing the Legendary Three, and were no doubt mentally scarred somehow from seeing the supposed heroes in such a way, and, most likely, break down in a fit of mental insanity at some point during the journey they were on.

His thoughts then went in a completely different direction as he could have sworn that this ship had sunk to the bottom of some lake in Sinnoh. Although, knowing his Mother the way he did, she most likely would have taken precautions to ensure that should that happen, then the ship would be raised. 'But how?' He mused to himself. 'The only way to do that would be some pretty big bags full of helium, enough to lift the entire ship to the surface.'

It was plausible, at least. But the manpower needed for something like that to happen was immense. But, given the fanatical loyalty that her men seemed to have for her, it wasn't really all that much of a surprise that she could get them to do something like that.

The walk through the cold metallic interior was short and brisk, and Naruto was rather glad for it. He had no want to be here, and if it had been up to him, then they probably would have died in the cold.

And even now it was taking all of his concentration on controlling his temper to not release his more destructive pokemon and blow this place to shit. They could do it too. Hell, all he had to do was give Shiza the order, and blam! This place was as good as shit.

But a quick look from Georgia made him rethink that plan, as he saw that she somehow knew what he was thinking, and gave him a 'light' glare. And by light, it was a full on Death Glare of Death (Trademarked by the National Nox Association for Scared Shitless Men) that would have killed weaker men. But, he didn't get to be where he was by being weak.

They entered the control room and there she sat, all comfortable and happy on her little throne of metal, overseeing the flying fortress. Her hair was still the striking silver he remembered it to be, and her icy blue eyes still held little to no warmth. All in all, she looked just like she did all those years ago outside Aunt Juniper's Laboratory, except with a few crows feet under her eyes.

Obito gave his not so secret wife a hidden smile, one she returned momentarily, so fast no one saw, before he spoke up. "J, it's been quite some time since we've last seen each other. Far too long."

J simply let out a bark of laughter. It was true enough. Nearly a week without his company was almost unbearable. "I suppose so, Obito. Now, what's this about extra passengers your message talked about?"

Naruto stepped from behind Obito and gave a halfhearted wave as he kept his face decidedly neutral. Although it was hard, as her face was one of shock, while Obito simply chuckled uncomfortably. This was going to be a very awkward situation, and no doubt the teen had already made up his mind on getting the answers he's wanted for years, almost his entire life.

Shit was gonna go down soon, he just knew it.

Shifting slightly, Obito gave a sheepish chuckle as he scratched the back of bis head. "Well, about that...You see, I sort of, accidentally, ran into Naruto-Boy here and his friends, and they kind of ran into the Legendary Three who chased us, fought us, and it turns out that Jiraiya was the secret contact I was supposed to meet."

J blinked and sighed as she rubbed her temples, she would get the full story when everyone was rested, fed, and warm from the ever bitter and cruel weather of Freezer Lake, then she would deal with the, no doubt emotional, conversation with her estranged son. But, for now, she had to speak with Obito about some more closer to home things. "I'll have my men take you to some rooms where there will be warm clothes and food for you to wear and eat. Obito, I need you to stay and speak to me for a bit."

The others of the newly renamed Team Akatsuki, by popular vote, walked out, while Obito took his mask off, showing the scarred right side of his face. He was surprisingly boyish looking, with bright onyx eyes and a friendly smile. "It has been quite some time, my love."

She brought her hand up and rubbed his scarred right cheek lovingly, her eyes far more gentle than anything her henchman had ever seen. It was a look reserved for her small, fractured family and her pokemon. "So it has, Koibito."

Obito grinned as he brought her closer to him, his lips brushing against hers as they kissed. After a moment, they pulled away from the other, and Obito spoke up, his voice lacking the usual fire it normally did. "Naruto-Boy is going to have a lot to say to us."

It wasn't a question, but rather a statement that made the two uncomfortable, despite the truth in it. "I know. We'll cross that bridge later."

"The problem isn't the bridge that is right there, directly ahead of us. The problem is crossing it and surviving." Obito remarked. "Naruto-Boy has become a fearsome Pokemon Master, and has already been dragged into our mess by way of Looker, alongside the Red Ribbon and Konoha. I fear he may make the wrong choice on who he sides with."

She raised a delicate eyebrow as she regarded what he had implied. "You're saying that he'll be a major player in the future. That his choices could decide how this 'Cold War' goes."

It was a scary thought, and one that they both felt needed even more consideration.

(With Naruto)

The rooms were nice, he had to give them that. They had the basic essentials, such as a bed and a desk, with enough room to be comfortable. But a nice room isn't what he wanted. He wanted to, at the very least, get to speak to his parents privately, about anything and everything.

His questions, questions that had plagued him for years, ever since his childhood, rang through his mind. Why did they do it? Why did they leave? Did they care for him? Were the proud of him?

All his life, he had doubts at his own worth. It was, admittedly, a petty, ugly thing to have doubts over, but he had them. If his own parents threw him away, then what did that make him? The answer to that question wasn't one he could ever find in a book, nor one the Aunt Juniper could ever answer. It was a mystery that had plagued him since he had first gotten Numachi.

A soft knock at his door grabbed his attention, and he opened it to find Georgia shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot, obviously bothered by something. "Georgia! What're you doing here?"

The red-head let out a nervous laugh as she replied. "Well, I was roaming around when I heard a lot of pacing in here, so I decided to investigate."

Naruto noticed that, indeed, he had been pacing. It was a habit he had picked up when he thought over things too much in his head. And from the comical rut in the center of his room, he had obviously been in a very, very deep thought. He sweatdropped as he turned to her once more. "Um...yeah. This is gonna be awkward, but would you like to come in?"

She gave a small, fast nod and entered, before she realized Naruto's state of dress, or lack thereof. He was only wearing a pair of black pants, his lean and muscled chest She noted the small scars that appeared randomly, and filed it away for later. None of them were what looked like debilitating or life threatening, and none of them were over vital organs, so she assumed that he got them during his time in the Wild Zone.

They sat there, Naruto at his desk, Georgia on his bed, in a very awkward silence that neither knew how to get out of. The redhead looked around and saw his pokeballs, more specifically his oldest looking pokeball, the one that housed Numachi. "So, we haven't gotten to really talk all that much since your rather interesting emergence from you welf induced exile."

The teen laughed weakly. "Yeah. We haven't, have we? I mean, we never really spoke that much about, well, anything."

She smiled slightly at that. "Yeah, and me getting attacked by Ash really put a damper on things, not to mention immediately going on this journey to Nimbasa City to meet this contact of yours, encountering the Legendary Three, and getting even more confused as to just what all this crazy shit has to do with one another, I suppose I can forgive you."

"Bwahahaha! You certainly know how to bring up my spirits, especially with...them, nearby." Naruto remarked after his bark of laughter.

Georgia gave a soft smile as she gripped his hand suddenly. "You know, you have to forgive them sometime. They only did what they thought was best for you."

He scowled and looked down at the metal floor. "Yeah well, it's not that easy." He murmured. "It's not like I can just forgive them right off the bat. You have no idea how much I really want to forgive them and just forget the entire thing, but I can't. It's as if-"

"-They abandoned you at a young age, Naruto." Georgia said in empathy. Growing up with an abusive father made her knowledgeable about the hardships of others, and especially about the incredibly complicated matter that was Naruto's relationship with his parents. "But they're here now, close. You can get your answers and, maybe, have some kind of good relationship with them."

He sighed heavily as he leaned back and looked at the ceiling. "Easier said than done. I wouldn't know what to begin with in the first place. 'Hey Mom! I know that you haven't been a very big part of my life since I was a kid, but hey, wanna go and spend some mother-son time together?' That wouldn't work."

"I'm not saying forgive them instantly. Just...make their redemption easier on them. Give them a chance to earn your forgiveness."

"I'll think about it."

"That's all I'm asking for, Naruto. It's not a weakness to forgive people who've wronged us."

"Yeah, but these emotions that come with it, are definitely making me weaker than I was when I was the Tyrant. It was simpler then! All I had to worry about was making as much cash, and gaining as much influence as possible! Feelings and emotions had no worth then. But now I feel guilt over what I've done, and what I might do if this whole Red Ribbon and Konoha thing doesn't pass soon."

His oldest, longest friend grabbed his hand and squeezed as she hugged him tightly. "We'll weather this storm together, because there isn't anywhere I'd rather be."

(Freezer Lake)

A figure moved across the ice in a speedy fashion, a long red scarf whipping around in the wind as he ran. Brown hair in a drab fashion, with a black half-jacket and a black, long sleeved shirt, with black cargo pants and black boots made up his attire, while he had a symbol on a headband secured around his forehead. On it was a spiraling leaf with a massive gash running through it.

Stopping when he saw Red Ribbon forces retrieving the damaged bodies of Tsunade and Orochimaru, he took out recording device and hid himself. His black eyes narrowed as he watched the two glare at an Old Man with a cane, who simply smirked and walked back to a truck nearby.

This was big news, and Sai Gaka was not about to have a lead for the Pokemon Protection Agency, or PPA, fall through the cracks. He recorded the faces of each person there, and shut it off. This would be big, and if what his brain was telling him was right, then the Old Man was Danzo Shimura, a fallen, disgraced Pokemon Trainer.

Moving away slightly, Sai quickly called out his Spearow and hopped onto it's back before taking off.

Looker was gonna need to see this, and then maybe they could land the Old Warhawk in prison, or even better in Sai's opinion, executed for treason. The only problem was, he was a Gym Leader in Unova, and had a major base, his main base, in Nimbasa City where he would no doubt be.

The problem with that was that Nimbasa City was a city of Culture, and there wasn't really much of a Orderly Presence there with that particular branch of the Jenny family. It was as if only certain criminals were being arrested, and the bigger, more corrupt, criminals walked free...

Before he could get far enough away, his Spearow was hit by a stream of bubbles, knocking it out at the unexpected critical. Falling to the cold, unforgiving surface of Freezer Lake, Sai felt no more after he hit with a crunch, falling into a deep unconsciousness.

Danzo looked at his Empoleon and nodded at the good job. The spy was unconscious, and ready for interrogation for information and indoctrination.

Danzo stopped himself from chuckling at the bad rhyme as his men, the Red Ribbon ROOT, grabbed the teen and hauled him into a truck, where he would be transported to Nimbasa City.

Where everything would change.

(Same Time- With Sarutobi)

He watched with a cruel glee as his wayward daughter was brought before him on her knees, a sick grin on his weathered face. Fulfilment filled him as he gazed at her lovely face, and he was reminded of his deceased Biwako.

He snapped out of the past and looked at her, a strange, dark glint in his old, beady black eyes. "You thought that you could run. Thought you could abandon the glory that is the, how did you put it, 'extremist' faction of the Red Ribbon Army? Well, think again. As punishment for your crime, you shall donate your womb to the birth of Soldiers to our cause."

Delilah Ketchum snarled as she was dragged away, the dark and cruel laughter of her old father reaching her ears as Ash Ketchum watched in an apathetic manner. He had been offered a chance, an opportunity, by his Grandfather, and who was he to argue with his elders?

So what if it lead to war? Konoha and the Red Ribbon Army were invincible. What did they have to fear? That Naruto guy? In time, he would be nothing before Ash and his new pokemon. No more mister nice guy.

He was no longer Ash Ketchum.

He was Hokaku Sarutobi, now, and he WILL become a God.

AN: Yeah, I had Ash jump off the crazy train. For what purpose? 'Cuz it moves the plot and gets it going in the direction that I want it to go. Is he a threat? Maybe. Will Naruto finally get his Harem? Next chapter is full of Naruto and Georgia fluff, so next four, five chapters.

Am I late for this update? Oh bloody fuck yeah I am.

Please submit five entries for Obito's Pokemon, and remember he already has a Druddigon.

Peace in the Center West!