Chapter 31: Knights and Pirates

The tension in the air could be cut apart with a knife. To make it difficult for the police to chase or tail them, Green had his team split up and fly to Driftveil city via two routes. One group first went to Virbank and flew from there; the other members went directly from Floccesy Town. The leader was aware of the strained atmosphere circulating his own people and his wounds were still not treated. Crystal had clammed up ever since she came out of the cave. N had tears running down his cheeks in a non-stop manner. The green haired youth had wrapped the dark stone in a covering and stowed away in White's back pack. As of now, the entire team was huddled in one of the hotel rooms in Driftveil city, they were sitting in stiff silence and the opulent decor of the room was lost to everyone. Pearl and Crystal were stationed at the window, the heavy, tan colored curtains were pushed aside and the teenager kept a hawkish watch on the proceedings outside. Crys was still brooding; her eyes were looking, but not seeing. Further inside, the king of Team Plasma sat on the floor, twisting his puzzle cube and muttering. Emerald joined him on the lush carpet, the short blonde was laying spread eagled and brushing the rug with stubby fingers. Yellow had her arms wrapped around Chuchu and was sitting on the bed, rocking back and forth. A polished oak table was strewn with papers and hotel pamphlets, this was where White was stationed, she flipped through the glossy brochures and hummed to herself. Green was the only one who was pacing in the room. With one hand on his chin, he walked back and forth with a deep frown scarring his face.

A ticking sound added to the choking sensation in the room. The clock's second hand moved in a rhythmic manner.

Tick tock

Tick tock

Tick tock

Tick-

"What's going on outside Pearl? Crystal?" Green smashed the deafening silence. The rest of the members breathed uneasy sighs. Only N didn't look up, he was still preoccupied with trying to line the puzzle pieces up.

"Eh...Let me see," the hyperactive teen glued a pair of binoculars over his orange tinted eyes, "...the drawbridge is still crawling with those Plasma grunts, the local police has arrived on the scene and two gym leaders. Some of the people have those knight outfits on, others are wearing pirate hat thingies and masks over their faces...Oh, and there is this one old dude with a tall hat, he is just standing there with a placard saying that the King has returned." Hearing this, Green glared at N, it was a colossal mistake to bring that brat with him. Huffing, he ran a hand through his hair and resumed his fast paced walk. Stopping once again, he pulled his shirt and unbuttoned the collar, glancing at the air conditioner; he picked up the remote and twiddled with the settings.

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't turn it to its highest setting; I'm allergic to air conditioners." Emerald ended his words with a sneeze and Green growled under his breath. No wonder the room back in base was always over heated.

Another spell of silence descended. Fatigued with the constant walking and worrying, Green crashed at the foot of the bed and slumped. It was a sight to behold. Rald and Pearl briefly considered taking pictures of their burnt out superior but with all the stress surrounding them, it would have been a callous move. The man had opened his shirt up till his chest and now sat hunched over. Yellow, ever the considerate one, pulled one of their cards out and began fanning him, the brunette remained motionless on the floor.

How many times had Green felt this helpless? He wondered...Quite a few times actually, the first sting came when both he and Red competed for the title of league champion...and he was fabulously defeated with the whole world watching. The second time was he was cloning mewtwo with a ditto, at that time; the organization only consisted of him, Blue, Red and the Johto natives. His grandfather had walked in on him when he was taking mewtwo's stats. The old timer had blown a gasket, ranting, raving and screaming about how his parents would be turning in their graves. Oak had eventually calmed down, but was admitted to hospital for severe hypertension. For months after that, his beloved grandpa had refused to even look at him. The pain he had to endure during these times was unbearable, none of his friends understood, Red cared naught, the adolescent typically shrugged off what others thought of him...And Blue, was understanding but still, they couldn't provide the comfort his Grandfather did. With time, the relationship started mending and whilst Green still gets earfuls of lectures, at least Oak tolerates, even welcomes his presence. The third time would be when his dark mewtwo had gone rouge...the creature could speak. Speak. And it wanted to kill him; Strategy's leader had never known such fear. He could still taste the apprehension and bile on his lips. Recently, the feeling of being helpless and useless has been increasing. He and Red had an all-out brawl...He still couldn't believe it; the reason seemed so stupid, so superficial. And now...

And now he and his underlings were squashed in a hotel room, in a city crawling with hostile forces. Route six had been cordoned off. Driftveil was awash with blue uniformed officers and the only way out of the city, Charizard Bridge, was blockaded by those blasted Plasma grunts. Those people were chanting about their King and Green wanted to go out and toss the leaf haired adolescent to them. Unfortunately, N didn't want to return to them, he had begun weeping when it was suggested that he go talk to the sage and his people. So now the current situation was like this.

Helpless and suffocating.

"Green" Yellow's voice floated to his ears and he twitched, "why don't you try calling Blue and...Red, I'm sure they will advise a solution for you. Uh...senior Red might even come to get us all out of here."

"Don't be daft Yellow" he admonished and she looked down, her face twisting into sorrow, "not that I have anything against Red rescuing me...Oh no wait, I actually do, my pride won't be able to handle it..." his cutting remark made the others shift in their positions, "...My priority is the safety of those under me, sure he'll be able to come, I can picture him and his merry gang flying into Driftveil like a bunch of idiotic knights." At this, Yellow's cheeks tinted pink, "what I'm trying to say is that we'll end up in much more trouble. The authorities are searching for him and just waltzing in here without thinking is going to get us all rounded up and thrown into jail. We will be accused of being that useless moron's underlings," he jerked a thumb at N, "and this whole situation will be blown out of proportion. We can't...I can't let that happen. Our best bet is to wait this whole thing out. I'm sure things are going to escalate and then cool down."

"I understand" she fidgeted with her dress, "it's just that I… none of us had ever seen you like this."

Oh...Understanding dawned on him.

They were worried about their leader.

"I'm fine," he waved and lapsed into a brooding silence. Patting his pockets, he reluctantly got his Poke-gear out. With a heavy heart he dialed two contacts and waited for them to pick up.

"Hey" two simultaneous faces popped up on the little screen. A bright eyed woman who looked too chirpy for his tastes and a black haired man who appeared as if he dragged himself out of the shower. Red's hair was dripping water and a few droplets landed on the camera distorting his image.

"Eww Green" Blue chirped, "you look so tired and sweaty it's almost nauseous."

"Is there something wrong?" Red wiped the camera a few times and his concerned visage dominated half of the screen, "if not, I'm going to train Dia, you could've said hi later."

His two friends looked at him expectantly and Green let out an exhale. The moment he opened his mouth to explain the situation, the noise of jet engines' roaring filled their ears. Pearl and Crystal both jumped up and glued themselves to the window. The pane of glass was lifted and the blonde pushed his head out to get a better look, his view was obscured by the hull of a gigantic ship flying in the sky. The flying ship released white sails and blue projections; slowly it began descending, its roaring engines dimming in intensity.

"Whoa, what's that sound?" Blue enquired frantically.

"Oi speak!" Red scowled, "you are in some trouble aren't you? Tell us what's going on!" By now, Green's hand was slack on the device, the flying watercraft was descending and its humungous size was shadowing the city. From his position at the foot of the bed, Green glimpsed part of the ship. His whole body was frozen. His instincts screamed at him to scram from the place.

"It's a flying ship..." his jade irises drifted to the screen and he weakly relayed his observations. The words sounded ridiculous, even to himself.

A flying ship

Mid-morning

Hoenn

Gym leader's association, Ever Grande City

The solemn meeting was punctuated by a clamorous tone. Norman, pokerfaced, reached deep into his pockets and brought out the PokeNav, his first instinct was to disregard the call however he saw it was from his wife. Thus, brushing off the mutterings and disgusted looks thrown his way, he received the call and winced at the high pitched, frantic tone coming from the speakers.

"Honey! He's gone...Ruby…he's gone!" A sense of cold dread washed over him, no matter how many times he had heard the above words, the shock of hearing this particular piece of news still did not dampen. Gritting his teeth and with a thunderous look on his face, he flipped the device shut and got up wearily from his chair. The other gym leaders already knew something or the other had happened. In pin drop silence, the incensed man proceeded to leave, as he stepped on the threshold, the short chairman mustered up courage to speak to him:

"And where do you think you are going Norman? We are busy with a very important meeting; your conduct thus far has not been exemplary. Continue acting like this and you will be suspended until further notice. Remember this gathering has to do with the international police as well!" The afro haired man stroked his mustache, discreetly commending himself on a job well done. If the normal type gym leader's position is threatened, there is no way he will walk out of the chamber easily, his pride and social status was at stake. For Norman's part, he simply stared at the chairman and after holding his head high; he vacated the room without another word. In his intricately designed chair, the executive gaped, eyes bulging out comically.

"H-He left!" the chairman sputtered, unable to believe someone could be so disrespectful. The man outright ignored an order and a threat!

"Don't mind him" Wallace's light voice broke through the agape man's mutterings, "Norman has been like that ever since we could remember, he does things his own way."

"Own way?" a sadistic gleam crossed the chairman's eyes, "we'll see how far his stubbornness takes him..."

Around the same time

Hoenn

Route 110 and surrounding areas

His head throbbed and blearily he pushed himself up to see several more of those strangely dressed people. There was that woman who ambushed him last night, she had her hood down and he could clearly see her lilac hair. The female was sitting around a campfire and talking to another male. Shifting slightly, Ruby looked up to see the cycling road above...So they were in the jungles of route one hundred and ten. On trying to get up, he found himself bound and tied, his wrists had rope burns and he briefly wondered if the marks would remain permanently etched on his skin. The fashionista's eyes were still groggy; he was stripped of his pokemon and his hat...Hat.

"Where is my hat?!" he abruptly pulled himself into a sitting position and shut his eyes tightly. The world was swimming, turning around him and making him sick. When the sensation subsided, he cracked his eyelids open again and glared at the posse who turned to look at him. Most of them were busy with breakfast; mouth stuffed with various types food, the sole exception seemed to be a hooded man who was tending to the fire.

"Of all the things to worry about..." the female smirked, "you are fretting over a hat." She got up and came closer to Ruby, crouching down near him, she added, "I must say you look much more dashing without that furry thing on your head." She reached up and parted his hair, her nails scratching at his scar, "I guess guys like you who are overly conscious of their image must keep these hidden away huh? She pressed the scar and he snarled in pain. "Ahahahahaaaa! I'm sorry, did that hurt?" Drawing away, she dissolved into a fit of hysterics and Ruby recoiled in disgust. He needed to get out of here as soon as possible, unfortunately he was tied, his partners were nowhere to be seen and he was missing his hat.

It was very important.

"What do you guys want with me?" The trainer finally stopped squirming against his bonds and relented, he will eventually have to devise a means of escape but first it would be wise to wheedle out as much information from these people as possible. Ruby thought the maroon uniformed personnel looked familiar...Where did he see them? On television? It was highly probably, of all the regions, Hoenn was the most crime ridden, a few years ago; there were rumors of two different criminal organizations operating together. People hardly used to come out due to safety reasons. When the attention turned to the Dex-criminals' legendary pokemon stealing deeds, these two groups were forgotten. The citizen's now shook their heads every time a new crime was unearthed. It was small comfort to know the new felons was a multi-region group and operated as such instead of targeting one region only. Ironically the police started working together as well and for a while Hoenn could enjoy peace. Seems like ripples were again being created in a still pond. Ruby's question went unanswered and with a huff he laid back down on the ground again. His clothes were getting filthy.

Several hours passed. The sun climbed higher in the sky and fashionista conveniently rolled himself to a place of shade. A bunch of the maroon clothed grunts still kept a watchful eye on him. Ruby observed the kindler and mauve haired woman leave quite some time ago, they still hadn't returned. Feeling slightly hopeful of his situation, he decided to act...Besides, his disappearance from home was already discovered, the thought of having Norman breathe down his neck was much more terrifying than being caught by a bunch of pseudo villains. Forcing his wrists, he felt the rope slacken, good, Silver had taught him that when binding with rope, most people make the mistake of using too much to make elaborate knots, if one wriggled their hands enough, the bindings become slightly loose, from there they can be forced apart, cut, or the hands could be slipped out of the coils.. With his back facing the grunts, Ruby curled up and took a deep breath, thereafter:

"Owwww!" he hollered at the top of his voice. His scream was so loud that it sounded girlish to anyone who listened. Alarmed and fearful that the cyclists on cycling road might hear, yes it was that loud. Some of them approached him cautiously. Ruby lay limp on the ground, for extra flair, he'd started drooling. The steam of saliva running down his cheek had him inwardly flinching in abhorrence; this was the most disgusting he'd ever done in his young life. Briefly, he prayed to Kyogre that a situation like this never occurs again. Eyes still shut, he felt a young man hold him up at arm's length. The moment Ruby was held upright, his eyes snapped open and he lurched forward, his head colliding with the man's chin. With a howl, the man let him go and the trainer moved a few paces back, twisting his wrists frantically. With great effort he managed to drag one hand out, irritably he pulled the rest of the lariat off and inspected his hands. They were raw and oozing blood where the cords cut into his flesh. Wiping his hands (and drool) he glared at his kidnappers.

"Where is my pokemon?" he snarled, red pigmented irises scanning the environment thoroughly. Spying a few pitched tents near the undergrowth, he took a few steps and broke into a run. Surprisingly no one chased him. Diving into one, he found it empty except for a few beddings; the other tents were the same.

"Poor brat...Looking for these?" a blonde haired man jeered when Ruby exited the tent. It was the person tending to the fire, the sneering adolescent held Ruby's pokeball studded belt just out of reach, from the clear domes, the owner could see the anguished expressions of his partners. They were confused and had no idea of the state they were currently in. The Hoenn native swallowed audibly, who knew his attempt to leave his father's clutches would wind up with him being held by people who were potentially worse than his dad?

"Yeah...return my pokemon to me or else..." Ruby threatened.

"Else what? You going to cry to Papa to come rescue you?"

Rescue?

Images of his father beating him and dragging him back home floated into Ruby's mind. Norman rescuing him? The very idea was so alien that he was sure Rayquaza would be feeling uncomfortable. Shaking his head and snorting, he dropped to a crouch and without warning, tackled the blonde man to the floor. The two rolled around and Ruby felt out of breath, this was Sapphire's work, not his. Feeling himself loose the fight, he decided to play dirty. Seizing a rock, he forced the man on his back and scrambled on his chest. Raising the fist sized boulder, he smashed it down on the offender's head. Instead of being hit squarely on the forehead, the man moved his face and the stone clipped him on the side of his head. Part of the skin scraped off and blood flowed. Whilst the man was dazed, Ruby took the opportunity to snatch his belt away and get off. At the same moment, the other female walked in and took in the events.

"Blaise! What happened to you?" she shrieked.

"You told me this boy couldn't run to save his life; he just clipped me on the head!" Blaise pushed himself into a sitting position and wiped the blood trickling down his brow, "tell me Courtney, whose fault was it that we were shoved to the sidelines by boss?" he asked rhetorically, "oh yes, yours."

"But boss Maxie told me to find gym leader Norman's son" the woman pouted.

"He only did that to keep you out! According to him, you can't do anything right!" Blaise huffed, "you were stationed at Mossdeep last year and you fell for some red headed dude and ended up giving him the slip, then you were supposed to tail some shady Dex holders and you got up ended by a kid! Maybe if you stop daydreaming about Boss so much and actually put thought to your work...we could still be sitting with Tabitha back in the Gnar-"

"Shut up!" she hissed, "talk about incompetent, you were about to give our location away to the brat."

Instead of running away, Ruby merely stood there and listened to their conversation with rapt attention. When the two commanders' were alerted to his presence, he took a few steps back and bolted. Courtney's laughter rang in his ears as he shoved past the magma grunts. Suddenly a plume of fire encircled him and he stilled. In a swift move he called out Zuzu and had the water type douse the flames. Sneakers squelching in the muddy water, he turned around he watched the executive stroke her camerupt fondly.

"I heard you like contests and you frequently run away from home," she stated in a sing song voice, "and you take great care of your appearance. I've also heard that you do not participate in pokemon battles. Hahaha, this will be an easy victory!" She cackled again and Ruby's irises narrowed as the grunts surrounded him from all sides. He let out an apathetic breath and smoothed the front of his stained shirt. Once he gets back to base, he will have to sew himself a new hat and wash the muck out of the outfit he was wearing. Wiping a bloodied hand across his face, he smirked. Sure it will be an easy victory.

For him that is.

Mid-afternoon

Unova

Driftveil city

"Arceus hates us" Pearl spoke over the noise of chopped air

"So does Dialga and Palkia" Emerald piped up from the floor.

N paused with the cube and looked at the ceiling instead of out of the window like everyone else, "and so does every other legendary pokemon you have locked up in cells in the basement of our hideout..."

The air was torn asunder.

Following the giant flying ship were a multitude of helicopters. They came like giant bugs and as soon as the watercraft landed into the ocean area near Driftveil drawbridge, the copters also moved into action. Rope ladders were thrown out and several polices officers rappelled down expertly. Green, his poke gear powered off, scrambled up from his position on the floor and went to inspect the outside area. Civilians were being ushered back in their homes. He saw armed guards patrolling the place and his eyes nearly popped out. They were using guns...And he tasted metal in his mouth. Rudely grabbing the binoculars from Pearl, he set it over his eyes and held his breath. Near the edge of the city he could pick out two individuals with shocks of blonde hair. The leading male, wearing a an olive green tank top and camouflage pants had two fire arms strapped on a belt along with pokeballs. Behind him, another individual walked with a drooping gait. Panning, Green also saw two females coming from another angle and joining the two. One was extremely pretty with a visage akin to a model and the other was donned in an aviator's outfit. Looking further, the brunette watched a fleet of ships materializing near the bridge. Peeling the magnification device off his eyes, the leader went back to his slouching on the floor. His team mates looked at him inquisitively.

"We're doomed." he hoarsely replied.

Lt. Surge took a deep lungful of air and stared at the Plasma grunts in distaste. Next to him his raichu's tail was flicking about and throwing off small sparks of electricity. Pulling off his sunglasses he glared at the officer next to him. Looker flinched on seeing the man's scarred face. Maybe calling him for the job was a bad idea. Unfortunately, Cynthia was still recovering from the shock of losing her pokemon, his superior was...Actually he had no idea where his superior was. And so, the only other superintendent happened to be the foul mouthed man who was glaring at everything in sight. The urgent message they received from Skyla mentioned that Driftveil had been overrun with a fanatic criminal group. Knowing how zealous Team Plasma could be, Looker informed Surge and the man had organized an entire army and proceeded to come all the way from Kanto. Now the city resembled a war zone. Helmeted guards carrying rifles patrolled the streets with their loyal arcanines and stoutlands. If the sun wasn't shining so bright and the buildings so intact, the Sinnoh investigator would've thought that he stepped into a war zone. Clearly Surge knew how to plan for an all-out brawl.

"He looks like a freaking pansy and what's with the long hat? Some kinda top brass or something?" Surge leered, "and their King...Where is the brat anyway? I've heard from the twin train conductors that he's with the Dex-criminals now?" Craning his neck backwards, he watched how Volkner tapped frantically on his Poketch...the adolescent was probably playing a game.

"We can't confirm unless we see it ourselves. They had a tangle in Heart cave and it was confirmed N being with them. As for where they are now, I assume they left Unova already. A thorough search near the...Ruins of the cave revealed no dead bodies, we found fragments of a keystone and shattered remains of what appears to be a cubone's skeleton."

"Hmpf, the lady goes and hurls space rocks again is it? So that means I can go all out. Electric type pokemon are the best don't you agree?" Looker stammered in agreement and the soldier licked his lips in anticipation, "you can paralyze them, burn them and fry their brains! Ha! There's nothing you can with electricity." Snatching the mike from a random lackey's hands, he turned the device on and roared into it:

"HEY!" The people surrounding him shifted a few good sized paces away and raichu flattened itself on the cobblestoned floor, "scram outta this city and get off the bridge...Or I'll pepper the lot of you with holes and electric burns."

"How disgusting." Volkner muttered underneath his breath whilst his superior still screeched into the microphone. Lazily, he reached up and scratched his ear; this was going to take a while.

Half an hour later, Surge was still not out of breath as he kept on snarling. Standing on the bridge, Ryoku was getting tired of holding up the placard. He was so confident that N would come to their cause but it seems all his effort was for naught. Sighing, he pulled a handkerchief out and patted his forehead free of sweat. If he simply stood here, Ghetsis will get angry. Finally he dumped the placard to a passing grunt and decided to do things seriously. Striding forward to the edge of the bridge he and Lt. Surge stood head to head, to anyone who beheld them it was agreed that the electric type gym leader was more formidable.

"We are not going down without a fight" Ryoku intoned, "our king has returned."

"Heh? I don't see your king anywhere amongst your ranks, where has the brat gone? Ran away from home?

The two men eyed each other and in the background Volkner yawned. This was getting boring, not to mention tedious.

"I'm giving you one final warning" Surge boomed, "get off the bridge or face the-"

BOOM

Being the manly man that he is, the soldier didn't flinch when the earsplitting shot ran out. He lowered the mike slowly and watched the events unfold with wide eyes. Ryoku had a sadistic smile on his face. On the ocean, the Plasma ship had fired a colossal beam. Half of Driftveil city was covered in glittering frost. Moments later, another BOOM rang out and the ships bobbing in the waves were frozen solid. The water beneath the hull had thin sheets of ice. Head turning slowly, the gym leaders watched as frost crept over the city and a heavy chill descended in the air, shrouding the city with fog. The pokemon shrieked up a cacophony and several citizens tried to get out in order to see what the noise was about, they were requested to stay inside till further notice. Surge grinded his teeth furiously. He took a deep breath and commanded the artillery to fire. Within seconds, the choppers angled themselves in strategic points and let loose a storm of bullets on the ship, most of the shots ricocheted off and Ryoku laughed. Not one to take an insult lying down, the Kanto gym leader joined the battle. Growling fiercely, raichu leaped over the barricade placed by team plasma and used the edge of its tail to strike a sneering Ryoku in the face; the stiffened edge cut a diagonal scar. Sputtering, the man leapt back and touched the wound, it was sizzling.

Parkouring over the barrier, Surge roared commands. Raichu was a ball of electricity whizzing and smashing anything that came close. Standing still, the rodent roared and let loose a discharge. Several grunts and their pokemon fell where they stood twitching uncontrollably before becoming still. The sage himself retreated backwards, however the throngs of people were no match. Laughing maniacally, the gym leader advanced akin to a one man army. He let loose his electrodes and the spherical monsters used self-destruct and were constantly revived. Volkner watched his superior with a curled lip. Next to him, Elesa flipped her hair and watched calmly.

"Shouldn't we go help him?" her silky voice rose above the din of death.

"You serious?" he faced her with a look of sheer apathy, "Look at him, he doesn't need any help at all! I bet he's enjoying him-"

"VOLKNER!" The awaiting gym leaders and Looker all grimaced, "get in the thick of battle you useless subordinate! I'll...electrode, use self-destruct!" Surge's silhouette was rendered sharp by the orange flames of the explosion. Sighing, the listless blonde kicked the barricade aside and joined in. Elesa too, mounted her zebrastika and went forth. Crossing the bridge littered with comatose bodies of people and pokemon, electrivire used thunder punch on anyone who as much as groaned. Basically, the two, with Skyla who was providing aerial cover, mopped up after Surge. There was no need for them to step in the first place, Volkner contemplated, if the going gets tough, his superior always had a legendary beast to rely on. Terakkion, one of the four swords of Unova, caught and delivered to the superintendents so they could be aided with keeping the regions safe. The soldier rarely used the mythical beast; one of the reasons was because it was a ground type. When he was handed the stocky monster, Surge threw a tantrum and broke several monitors in the process.

"They are retreating!" Skyla's shout could be heard from above, "I repeat, they are retreating, the plasma frigate is rising in the air!"

"Well, clobber it with the guns!" Lt. Surge roared a command.

"Sir...that doesn't work, well just be wasting ammunition and not to mention our budget will be slashed if we splurge our resources." the flying woman replied.

Ryoku dived into the safety of the floating ship. The cannon was still malfunctioning or else he'd freeze the blonde soldier where he stood. Standing on the deck, the humungous ship whirred and rose higher in the air. The sage stared the gym leader down haughtily. His eyes swept across the red bridge and he let out an irritated breath, half of the forces he brought with him were out of commission. They'd have to recruit new grunts to make up for the loss. Casting one final look at his wrathful opponent, he tried to regally retreat into his private room, however, a thunderbolt struck him squarely on his head and he clonked to the ground with white foam coating his mouth. Way down below, Surge smirked.

"Well done Raichu." he praised and scratched the electric rodent behind its ears. "Let's go home, we're done for today."

The monster emitted a satisfied squeak before being recalled into a capsule.

A/N: I have to admit, Surge was fun to write. His non caring attitude was a refreshing twist. As for who gets the prized tropical mango...no one...Come on people, do you hate mangoes that much? Eh, anyway, read and review please. And leave a note if you are feeling confused. At Jack54311: I think pokemon are pretty lethal...some of the pokedex entries are quite...disturbing. At Silver: You got it partially right, Shadow figure X is a leader. And Congrats once again, the giant ball of light is Arceus...I'm starting to convince myself that you might be able to read minds. JK. Virtual chocolates for everyone (can't go wrong with chocolates, its a proven theory)