Magical Alchemist Ninja Flock
Chapter One: Introduction to the Flock

Reshiram

I'm not normal by any stretch of the imagination, and as far as I know, I never have been. I've been abnormal since long before I was 'born.'

In fact, I've been decidedly abnormal since shortly after I was first conceived.

My creator (a certain traitorous body snatching snake himself) wanted to create the ultimate weapon that could destroy the Leaf Village for good.

Or at least crush it enough that he could waltz in and take over and become Hokage like he always wanted (why he was so bitter about that I still had yet to figure out).

To do that, they needed human embryos, and lots of them (seven birds, eight beasts, seven fairies, four golems, eight dragons, two cats, three weather golems, and fifteen miscellaneous, making a grand total of fifty Legendaries in all).

Legal? Probably not.

Did Orochimaru give a shit? No.

My group and I are among those human embryos that were donated to the supposed 'research' on embryonic stem cells or some other bullshit like that (which was a total and complete lie because the only research they did was if they could create a mindless, Konoha crushing weapon from human embryos, which they didn't).

So Kabuto and a bunch of Orochimaru's other goons made DNA out of computer code (still not really sure how they managed to do that), and tried converting our DNA from the regular human DNA it was to the artificially generated computer code.

I think the idea was that we were actually supposed to become the Pokemon themselves (I'm not really sure, since no one ever told me what the original idea was, and I wasn't allowed to ask questions) but it didn't work like that.

Something went wrong during the process though, and for reasons unknown to me, they were only able to convert two percent of our DNA.

So instead of the Legendary Dragon Pokemon that they wanted to be the ultimate Konoha crushing weapons, they got eight human-Dragon Pokémon hybrids with wings (despite the fact that most of us aren't part Flying; Rayquaza's the only part Flying Type among us).

We're ninety eight percent normal human (well, about as normal as we can be, practically being missing nins), and two percent Legendary Dragon Pokémon.

And as if to add insult to the injury, we all turned out girls.

After all, they probably wanted bloodthirsty boys, not temperamental girls.

A bloodthirsty weapon was much better than a temperamental weapon.

If I'd heard it once, I'd heard it a thousand times: there's no room for emotions in the Sound.

Basically, that means that they want to stamp out emotions and make us emotionless zombies totally loyal to Orochimaru and later Kabuto.

Not that that was ever going to happen.

The day my Flock and I are loyal to Orochimaru or Kabuto is the day hell freezes over.

They've done absolutely nothing to earn our loyalty or respect, so I don't see why we should be loyal to them. They're just a bunch of bastards who can go to hell anyway.

When the snake went and got himself killed, Kabuto took over our training, and let me tell you, he was just as twisted as Orochimaru was, if not more.

Despite being the youngest of the group (I just turned ten a few weeks ago) Kabuto always said I was the leader, the one who would destroy Konoha and fulfill my father's noble dream, although what in Log's name that actually means, I have no clue.

If there are others out there like me, like my Flock and I, I don't know, but if there are, I bet they're in the same boat as us, on the run trying to keep ahead of Kabuto and the other Sound goons, most of which have been experimented on and somehow made stronger.

Although hopefully, they didn't try to do the forbidden and bring back someone precious to them through the use of Alchemy.

My flock and I tried that when most of us were five and I was only four.

Let's just say it didn't go too well.

I suspect that Kabuto had something to do with our caretaker Riza's death.

He probably thought she wasn't being tough enough on us or something stupid like that, since he, like Orochimaru, wanted weapons.

However, nothing can equal the value of a human soul, so as payment for trying to do what no one was supposed to, the Gate of Truth (basically the equivalent of Kami in Amestris) took away an arm and leg each, because with eight people the cost wasn't as high for one person. We now all have automail arms and legs, which we cover by always wearing long pants, long sleeves, and gloves so that no one ever found out that we tried to do the forbidden.

However, that did come with one upside: all of us can now do Alchemy without a Transmutation Circle, like most alchemists have to.

It came in handy more than a few times.

So you've got me, Reshiram, the youngest, the leader, the only one to be able to perfectly see in darkness (it should be Giratina, but instead it's me for some weird reason), and plant expert (don't ask me), the candy obsessed sensor, Zekrom, our healer, Palkia, and her twin sister Dialga, the fastest flier ever to grace the skies who could turn anything into a metal harder than steel, Giratina, my deputy and best friend, the super strong fighter who could out-match even a sumo wrestler with her quick thinking and a mouth that always has a taunt or tease ready to provoke her opponent (oh and did I mention she can speak to ghosts), Rayquaza, the girl with a temper who can melt even titanium and burn anything to the ground with her fire despite being Dragon and Flying, Zygarde, who could control rocks, sand, and dirt, and finally there's Kyurem, Rayquaza's arch enemy, or so the rest of us swear with the way they act around eachother, the silent eleven year old defender with a thing for ice, literally.

Together, we're the Flock.

And we were in for the ride of our lives.