A/N: Please be aware that the information below has changed.

POKESPEECH/THOUGHTS:

"Normal"

'Pokemon Telepathy/Pokemon Thoughts'

'Human Telepathy/Normal Thoughts'

"POKESPEECH/Abilities"

A/N: "Prepare for trouble" this time around. That is all.

DISCLAIMERS: -I DO NOT OWN POKEMON, IM NOT SO STUPID AS TO MAKE THE KID HOLD A PIKACHU FOR 17 SEASONS ONLY TO HAVE IT LOSE TO A WATER TYPE IN THE FIRST GYM BATTLE!

-THE 'OC' "RUBY CIEL GARNET" BELONGS TO "CR0553"

-MY 'OC' MICHAEL KRAMER (The 'Half-Breed' "Shiny" Gallade from my Pokemon Platinum game) and JESSICA (The "Shiny" Gardevoir from my Pokemon Sapphire game) BELONGS TO ME.

WARNINGS: DARK THEMES, GRAPHIC LANGUAGE AND ADULT SITUATIONS

P.A.I.R Base of Operations, 10th Floor of the H/P.R. (Human/Pokemon Relations) building.

Normal POV

"Agent Davenport, your report, please." A man with blazing red hair and scarlet-tinted eyes barked out at the other.

"Sir! Our lead group has found and captured the target and they are sending its pokeball through to the lab. The capturing squad reports only two Pokemon were knocked out in the confrontation, of which none had been registered as 'S-Level' and only one human casualty to speak of. Would you like for me to read off the name, sir?"

"That won't be necessary, Agent Davenport. If the fool allowed himself to get torched by the target it's his own damn fault. I need capable team members who won't weigh us down. As for the two pokemon that failed, what was done with them?"

"Sir! The two Pokemon involved, a Jolteon and a Frostlass, were immediately relieved of their charge and executed on the spot. Their trainer also happened to be the lone human casualty we suffered so there was no need to issue further punishment."

"Very good, be sure to remind the rest of the team that failure is not an option! We lost a lot of good resources on the Gardevoir debacle and I have yet to hear from Agent Yule after her failure. Inform everyone that, from this moment onward, former Agent Yule is to be terminated should she be spotted. Use whatever force is required to achieve this, I cannot have any information being leaked to the general public of our operation."

"Sir, forgive my impudence at not bringing this next issue up first!"

"What is it, Agent Davenport?" the man suddenly had a chilling undertone in his voice.

"Sir! The most recent security check revealed a possible glitch with the monitors occurring in sporadic intervals. Between the hours of 20:00 and 06:00 there are moments where the video feed shuts off for about a half-second and then comes back up. I checked the time stamps in the video feed and found no signs of tampering, I even went so far as to count how much time had passed from the moment the feed shut off to exactly when it came back on. My results showed the time stamps down to the thousandth of milliseconds and every instance of the feed going down and coming back up is exactly..." Agent Davenport handed the man a tablet with the numbers written on it.

"Zero point five zero..."

Agent Davenport gave a firm nod.

"Great, another problem with the security system. Inform the Tech Department they are to pull double shifts until the issue is resolved. While I appreciate your thorough documenting of this I cannot help but feel something is still missing. Continue to monitor the issue and report back to me the moment anything changes."

"Sir!" Agent Davenport stood at attention and gave a salute. The red-haired man went to wave him off but stopped halfway through the gesture.

"Agent Davenport, one final request before you are dismissed." Davenport stood still and gave another firm nod of his head. "I have a special task for you involving our former agent..."

Michael and Ruby were flying on the back of the human's trusted Fearow, BloodyBeak. The name was meant to intimidate opposing Pokemon and their trainers, and it worked with startling efficiency. Even Michael found himself protecting his chest spike with one hand whenever those ebony, emotionless and downright terrifying eyes were fixed on him.

"The more you try and hide your fear the more it shows, just for your information. Also, BloodyBeak won't impale anyone unless I tell her to. Besides that, she tends to ignore Fighting-types. Michael stared incredulously at the ebony-haired woman riding shotgun.

"And why might that be? Don't tell me its because she thinks they are weak, that is the worst sin you can commit in a Pokemon battle. Is it possible she doesn't realize I'm also part-Psychic?" Ruby shook her head and chuckled bemusedly.

"What I meant was she tends to ignore stuck-up fighting-types who only want to show off their muscles rather than their brains. I'll never forget challenging the Elite Four with BloodyBeak... we wiped the floor with Bruno but ended up getting demolished by Misty Waterflower, the last of the Elite Four. Her Lapras was so strong...she wiped out my Ninjask, Umbreon and Bloodybeak here before I managed to take it down with Static, my Luxray. Even then I only managed to take out two of her Pokemon...makes me wish I had a few more Electric-types to counter her with, alas my League fighting days are behind me. Besides, it's so much more fun when I simply stalk my prey from the shadows and do what needs to be done."

Michael listened to Ruby's long-winded tale and breathed a sigh of relief when she finally stopped talking. "I think I see Viridian City up ahead. We should probably land soon!" Michael called out over a suddenly-accelerating BloodyBeak.

"Just hold on tight!" Ruby yelled back as she guided BloodyBeak deftly as the fierce bird Pokemon landed on top of the roof of what appeared to be a Pokemon Gym. The outside of the structure offered a sound argument to this claim but it was the inside that made it official. Inside was a huge Colosseum-style setting with pillars made of fine marble, which spiraled up towards the roof. The building had a gladiator-type feel to it with a huge central arena lowered into the ground, the floors surface had the appearance of hard-packed clay. Above the battlefield were numerous indentations along the surface placed in even rows, with the latter moving further and further from the rest. All in all it looked like these were meant to be used as seats, despite how uncomfortable they looked. A white pokeball symbol had been chalked down in the center of the arena floor and surrounding it was a large rectangular square of the same color.

Ruby saw the obvious confusion on Michael's features and explained further.

"Master Oak (A/N: That's never gonna get old) is also the Gym Leader here in Viridian City, hence the stadium-like atmosphere." Before Michael could say anything in response the sound of a metal door slamming shut echoed through the empty arena.

Seconds later a pair of footsteps could be heard coming from a nearby stairwell. When the feet stopped moving Michael was hit with a familiar sense of déjà vu. The same signature he felt before Ruby attacked him was practically blazing from the newcomer. The worst part about this particular signature was the amount of killer intent behind it. Michael was unable to relax his body or his nerves, especially not after hearing the figure speak for the first time.

"I thought you told me this Gallade was something special, Ruby." the figure said behind a thick purple cloak and hood that masked his voice as well as his face. "I truly hope, for your sake anyway, that this Pokemon is hiding its true power because I can't sense anything except fear and doubt. Just that observation alone makes me see him as a waste of time."

"Zip it, Gary. I'll have you know this Gallade landed a punch on me and also forced me to use your cloak design twice in the altercation. He also managed to dispel the Hell Evolution from a Gardevoir, who happened to be its mate. Given the situation I think it would be in our best interest to put this Gallade under our watch and train him in the art of stealth and subtlety. He already has tremendous potential but I feel like we can unlock that potential in a new way."

Gary merely yawned before throwing his cloak on the floor, lowering his hood afterwards. Michael was taken back by just how young the so-called "leader" really was. The off-color Gallade had, for the most part, imagined a tall, slim and athletic man in his thirties. He was NOT expecting someone younger person than himself, much less someone capable enough to not only lead an organization of shadows but also a Gym at the same time.

The boy, had spiky brown hair with nary a shred of facial hair, confirming Michael's suspicions of his age. Gary's eyes were a profound shade of green similar to Michael's emerald green, though not quite the same if one looked closely. A rich shade of purover was all the color his T-shirt required to get the message across- this boy had his own unique style. Hanging over the shirt was an unusual pendant with a swirl of orange and green opposite in seperate yet similar directions. Michael recognized it as the embodiment of Yin and Yang but without the small amount of good-in-evil or evil-in-good that was usually part of it. A pair of rough navy blue jeans finished the assemble along with black combat boots.

Gary Oak practically breathed entitlement and the air around him was filled with the same sensation. Michael knew getting through to this boy would be a challenge, if the smug look on Gary's face, which seemed to read "I don't give a flying fuck," was anything to go by.

Several tense moments passed by before Michael chose, albeit reluctantly, to break the ice with a temporary mind link. He was pleased that the link was accepted without delay or issue, that would be the only thing to come easy and it was proven after Michael started speaking.

'Can I safely assume you are able to sense my psychic voice? I don't want to start rambling-'

'Then stop talking and save me the trouble of having to spend my time standing around doing nothing. I have things that need taking care of, or was the fact that I own a Gym as well as oversee the Blades of Evisceration too much for your feeble mind to process?' Gary said without missing a beat.

Michael was absolutely shocked. This voice sounded nothing like the cloaked figure from moments ago, it sounded much less...foreboding. Nevertheless, despite the change in pitch, Michael could tell the boy was all business and had the confidence to back up the boastful, pride-filled aura around him. Acting as calm as a Gallade can, Michael kneeled down before the boy and attempted to diffuse the situation through humility.

'I understand you have many tasks on your plate, therefore I will keep this as brief as possible. I am here to offer whatever physical help you are in need of and am confident in my abilities as a Gallade to-'

'Listen here, half-breed, I don't have time to waste on something that isn't a pure Pokemon or human! I have new recruits to train and an organization, bent on turning all Pokemon into mindless tools of war, to put into the ground. The last thing I need is some two-bit Gallade who doesn't have the guts to face me as a man. I'll say this much, you on your knees before another guy suits you perfectly! How a Gardevoir ever fell for you i'll never know, maybe you brainwashed-'

Gary never got to finish that sentence as Michael was on him in a flash.

The next thing Gary knew he was staring into the pissed off eyes of a shiny Gallade, whose arm scythes, thankfully, had not yet healed enough to be used as a weapon. Michael's right arm was digging into Gary's left shoulder while the curve of his blade formed a perfect crescent around Gary's neck. Had those blades been anywhere the sharpness they usually boasted Gary's head would have already been rolling on the floor. The reaction of Gary's body said it all despite giving off the same glare of indifference his face seemed built for. He was shaking, not much to show fear or panic, but enough to show he recognized Michael as a legitimate threat. He knew he had caught a lucky break with the Gallade's blades still suffering from the toxic corrision used by Ruby.

Still, that legendary mouth of Gary Oak had to get the last word in.

"Well? Why the hesitation, half-breed? Did you suddenly remember who I am and chicken out? I'm not surprised as everyone knows who I am! I am Gary...fucking...Oak! Leader of the Viridian City Gym and Leader of the Blades of Evisceration!" Gary punctuated each word for added emphasis, hoping to add some intimidation to it. Gary found this new confidence from sensing the presence of his most loyal advisors who, through use of TSOC, remained unseen to the naked eye. Michael had no idea that the two of them were completely surrounded. "Go ahead and finish me off, half-breed! Just know that, should you go through with this attack of yours, I will still kill you. the Shadows are not to be taken lightly, and they WILL strike you down before that right arm moves even one ioda. Afterwards the Shadows will claim your blades as their own and you will meet the same fate as your precious Gardevoir!"

A/N: "Shadows" is the title given to someone who successfully completes an assassination mission while partnered with a superior under direct orders from either a Captain or the Leader himself. They are high-ranking missions that only the most experienced Blades should attempt. When someone is referred to as a "Shadow" it usually entails great respect and humility from the one addressing as a show of reverence to the latters combat prowess and lethal stealth skills. When not on missions they are frequently standing guard around Master Oak's most invaluable possessions, this also includes his own life.

All he ended up doing was cause Michael to throw him against one of the colosseum pillars and rip the left sleeve of the boy's purple shirt. That seemed to grab Gary's attention much more easily than words or threats. Still, Michael had to prove that he was not afraid of the BoE leader or whatever the hell the "Shadows" were.

'You were saying, you cocky bastard? Right now I could care less if you are Ash Ketchum, Arceus, Mew, Celebi, the so-called "Chosen One" or any other manner of "holier-than-thou" creature. I have a mate that has been targetted and assaulted, on numerous occasions I might add, an organization after my head, a father who couldn't give two shits about my predicament and, at this very moment, an arrogant teenager whose balls haven't even dropped into his scrotum. This same teenager with a napoleon dick has the audacity to then talk about my beloved as though she were his property not once, but TWICE! This same pre-pubescent punk also has the gall to tell me how to live my life and, let me tell you, I am THIS close to seperating your head from your body. If you weren't so important to your organization, according to Ruby you are, I would have decapitated you already. Even without my blades i can still rip your head off with my combat skills.'

Michael, throughout his entire speech, never let his gaze leave Gary's.

'In short, Unless you want your head to roll all the way back to Pallet Town in front of your Grandfather's lab, or have me personally deliver it to him on a pike, then I suggest you at least attempt to get on my good side.'

Michael kept his blade pressed against Gary's throat before looking back at Ruby, who had an "are you out of your fucking mind?!" Look to her. Finally she spoke up while trying to pull Michael away from Gary. "What the fuck has gotten into you?!" Ruby questioned the Gallade harshly, unaware of the mental argument that had taken place between the pair moments ago.

'Also, I'm not a half-breed anymore you prick. When I used my Mega-Evolved state to save my beloved, Arceus took the remainder of my humanity. I am a full-blown Gallade, I'm certain I have more man in me than you do, seeing as how I have a mate and two children while you sit alone in your little arena and simply wait for your opponent to make the first move! I despise you, I despise everything about you, and I ESPECIALLY despise you for bringing my beloved into the conversation in such a manner! If i ever hear another negative word leave your mouth or mind about my beloved, I will personally ensure you will never be able to reproduce!' Gary smirked at Michael and gave an appreciative glance at Ruby.

"Yes, he will do just fine, Ruby. Set him up with the new recruit and, for the love of Arceus, give them some Pokemon that can do some fucking damage, please!" Gary trailed with an annoyed expression on his face, his left hand pinching the bridge of his nose. "As for you, Gallade...no, Michael...welcome to the Blades of Evisceration!" Gary corrected himself just as Michael was pushed out the door.

"...I have to admit, the guy has guts, but I think you need to not be so eager to piss people off, sir." a female voice called out once Michael and Ruby had left the room. She had long blue hair that had seen more hours with a comb than normal.

"Even so, that was incredibly reckless on the Gallade's part." Another voice called out before leaving the shadows. The man had spiky blond hair and was absolutely built for brawling.

"You can't possibly tell me that you didn't hear the part about that Gallade's mate! To be honest, Master Oak, I would have lost my temper as well if you said that about my husband." A third voice made her opinion known as twin pigtails accented brown hair and a red bandana to perfection.

Gary sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose again in frustration before ending the impromptu conversation. "Be that as it may, I still want you all to keep an eye on that Gallade. I don't believe he would do anything to me, but..." The usual stoic visage of Gary Oak began to crumble ever so slightly. "...when I saw his eyes I saw a man trapped and fighting for control of his sanity. We would be better off not provoking the Gallade until I feel it is appropriate to..."

Gary gave one more wistful sigh before picking up his cloak from off the floor and equipping it.

'Don't disappoint me...half-breed...'

Michael's POV

"You are out of your fucking mind! You know that? Not only did you assault my boss but threatened his life as well! You're very fortunate I was able to pry your hands off of him before the Shadows went on the offensive! What were you thinking?!"

Michael whirled around and pointed his right hand at Ruby.

'First of all, shut the everliving fuck up. Next, I handled the situation in a manner that was perfectly acceptable given the situation. He belittled my mate not once, but TWICE, saw me as nothing but a half-breed incapable of performing the simplest tasks and then had the gall to suggest I somehow brainwashed my beloved into falling for me! Oh, and i forgot to mention the part where he said he would make sure i couldn't walk again and...' Michael paused to collect his thoughts and fit back the tears that were starting to form in his emerald green eyes. '...He threatened my beloved...'

Ruby was stunned at this new development, her fury burning within the one silver eye visible while its off color sibling seethed with barely suppressed rage as well. Before she could voice her thoughts and opinions, a pair of voices attempted to steal the spotlight.

"Prepare for trouble, you'll wish you were dead!" A female voice called out from behind a badly-prepared disguise.

"And make it double, while we lop off your head!" Another voice called out, this one reasonably masculine, from behind the same disguise.

Michael and Ruby watched with annoyed stares as the duo began what would be the most painful experience yet for Michael and just another day in the office for Ruby.

"To protect the world from a hellish nation!" The woman called out with a twirl of her red hair.

"To unite all peoples, whether rich or famous!" The man called out as a strand of baby blue hair fell in front of his left eye.

"To denounce all evils with blades and blood! The red haired woman called out as she pulled an assault rifle from somewhere on her person and aimed it at Michael.

"To extend our reach through the shadows we love!" The man called out before unsheathing a blood-soaked dagger and pointing it at Ruby.

"Jessie!"

Michael looked up after hearing that name.

"James!" The man responded after pulling out a blood-red rose with his free hand.

"Team Evisceration, stalking prey through cover of night!"

"Surrendering is pointless so prepare to fight!"

Suddenly a third figure emerged from the poor disguise and Michael recognized it as a Meowth.

"That's right~"

Michael didn't know whether to be annoyed, amused, confused, scared, confident or anything for that matter. He had never heard a more elaborate, poorly-planned and useless introduction than what he just witnessed. Ruby on the other hand was furious at the trio.

"Hey, give me my fucking knife back you boy-toy!" Ruby suddenly lunged for the man named James and put him in a chokehold before he willingly dropped the knife on the ground. "Why in Arceus' name are you two failures here? Shouldn't you be cleaning the masters facilities?"

The two humans seemed more pissed off than anything at their superiors behavior. Nevertheless they took another dramatic pose and pointed at Michael.

"We're here to train that Pokemon, courtesy of Master Oak!" The trio said together.