Disclaimer: I wish I did but I don't own Pokemon. Else I would have made it one hell of a ride by now.

-Organization of Pokémon Hunters (ORPH) HQ, Saffron City.

The time was 11pm. In a large, snazzy meeting room decked with air-conditioners and aquariums for walls housing exotic pokémon, sat an equally large number of people and pokémon alike. Some were huddled in groups, chatting amongst each other. Some were boasting over their latest hunts and captures. Some were situated in dark, shady corners, smoking things that normally shouldn't exist in the pokémon world. A few were in even darker, shadier corners doing…er…stuff with their human (and sometimes pokémon) partners. Others were just content with lazing around in that extremely comfortable water – couch (yes…a large, loooooong water-filled couch).

Sure pokémon hunters have it rough, I mean with risking arrest and possible death from a mission-gone-wrong and that damned kid with the Pikachu, it's obvious that these hunters needed some sort of compensation for their hard, not-so-honest work. So compensate themselves they did and set up an organization with an enviable headquarters which could rival that of the Pokémon League's. They're just that rich.

At the obvious podium stood a short, slim man with a mop of steely-grey hair. Don't be fooled by the hair though, this man per se possessed a deceptively young face with childish features. However this man commanded a lot of authority. No one knew his real name or age (some hunters even speculated that he was around since the organization was formed…30 years ago). He always went by the name Boss. Standing by his right was Luca, a woman in her late twenties wearing a purple business suit and glasses with her hair done in an executive's bun. It wouldn't take a pokémon professor to know that she was Boss' secretary. To his left, slouched Jerome, a lean muscular middle-aged man with black hair, straight jeans, purple untucked dress shirt and a sword. He was the bodyguard and like Luca, had his long hair done in a rather messy bun. At Boss' feet lay an Arcanine, preening its majestic orange and black fur.

"AHEM!" Luca boomed loudly in a tone that clearly did not fit her features. The music and soft noises in the room ground to an abrupt halt as all attention was now focused on the podium.

"Now that I've gotten your attention," Boss chirped while rising, "I'd like to thank you for taking the time to come for our usual meeting,"

"Don't mention it" one tipsy hunter blurted from the midst of the crowd, effectively breaking the silence as giggle and snickers erupted from the crowd. These died down however as everyone noticed Boss' signature closed-eye, slice of melon, 'silence-you-assholes' smile.

"Very funny, Brady, perhaps you could thank me later in the Sharpedo tanks. Now as I was saying," Boss continued, "today's meeting is on the one very important offer that, for some reason, places an S-Class rank for highest pay and double the risk. I personally told by this contractor that this mission was going to cost 49.5 Million poke-dollars."

Like magic, all ears perked up and murmurs broke out across the meeting room. Clearly enjoying the sudden tension and anxiety in the air, Boss giggled childishly before clearing his little throat. Once silence had returned, he opened his mouth to answer that question tugging on the hearts of both hunter and pokémon alike.

"This mission has been considered close to impossible by many professors and I doubt anyone would believe what I am about to say." Boss paused, smirking at the suspense in the air. Raising two, slender fingers to the crowd he exclaimed,

"First, the time: This mission will take an estimated 9 months of your life to complete. Just so you know this mission should take even longer but that's the deadline."

Everyone leaned forward to know just what mission could take so bloody long. It was just a friggin Pokémon after all.

"Second the mission itself," Boss exclaimed smiling broadly ", the request is two capture a very, very legendary Pokémon believed to be only ever seen in fairy tales and fiction. In other words, IT IS NOT SUPPOSED TO EXIST."

Low gasps of surprise and slight disbelief rose, with some asking how one could place such a request.

"I'm guessing not many people might want to take this mission. After all, who would waste 9 months of their lives chasing 49.5 million bucks?" Boss sighed mockingly shrugging his arms. "Did I forget to mention that hotel, travel and daily living costs will be covered by the client?"

Inwardly, he laughed. He'd never get tired of the amusing look of greed and determination in those eyes that stared at him. After a while, some confident arms were up.

Cool LP, a really tall hunter with two girls on both side and a cliché pompadour stood up. Glaring down a lot of hands, he drawled, "Hey, I gat all da time in da world. So 9 flippin' months shouldn't hurt."

He was a proud man and unfortunately, he could put his money where his mouth was and perform a well- planned, if not painfully flashy, hunt. After all, he successfully rounded up a pack of wild Garchomps and neither he nor his Pokémon broke a sweat. Not to mention the 6million bounty on his pompadour- er, head. In a nutshell, 95 per cent of hunters could never hold a candle to his prowess and fame. However,

"Scarlet could do it!" One hunter piped up. LP shot a deadly glare at the lanky poacher. Others suddenly joined in though.

"Yeah, if LP can't do it, Scarlet can…" some murmured. LP steamed. He hated to admit it but that hunter always showed him up in every hunt. And he only used one Pokémon to boot. AND the hunter was a 16 year old brat.

"Well LP it looks like you've got yourself some competition." Jerome smirked down at the gangster. "Personally, I'm rooting for the kid." He added.

Resisting the urge to have his Machamp rip Jerome limb from limb, LP smiled. "Well s' always sweet to have a challenge once in a while." He beckoned for him to lean closer. Then he whispered not to softly ", at least I ain't someone feeling a certain secretary up and getting some with his boss, if you know what I mean."

Girls sniggered, Jerome flashed seven colours of the rainbow and LP pretended to cough uncomfortably. Turning to Boss he asked, "So what's tha pokemon brat-I mean boss?"

Boss smirked

"Reshiram."

12:51AM Saffron city hotel:

Luca tucked Boss into his bed with the pokeball patterns (yes, he is that childish). Just as she was about to turn off the lampent lamp, he tugged on her sleeve.

"Luca?" he asked in that cute loli half-awake voice.

"Sir?" How could she not resist.

"What's getting some?"

Author's Note.

Well... that was fun. Hope it wasn't too boring. Trust me it should get better and better. Please R&R. Slybill signing off.

P.S: Try not to guess Boss' age. You'll only get a headache. And he does talk with a little boy/girl voice FYI.