Don't Own Pokemon or anything else, Only The Oc

'thought'

"Speech"

System Text

"Tvs, Radios, and Text via book or newspaper... when those are around..."

I slowly walk up behind the woman with long blonde hair as she stands before the large rainbow crystal which rests at the center of the cave.

"Cynthia." I begin as I come to a stop beside her, in her hands in a pen and a note pad.

"Oh! Xander!" She beams as she looks over, eyes practically sparkling. "Hello! This place is absolutely stunning! I was just sketching the markings at the base of this crystal here. It is staggeringly beautiful. What is it?"

"It's nothing special. If you thought it was some sort of type gem or evolution stone, it's not. It has no special purpose, it just looked nice... also it seemed to hold some cultural significance to the Welsh tribe, but I don't really know what."

"I see." The woman frowns, finishing up her sketch as she glances over to me. "Did you need something?"

"Yes. Yes, I did. Can you come with me for a moment, there's something you need to see... and perhaps you could shed some more light on it as well." I begin as I turn and begin making my way back towards my house.

The woman slowly follows after me as I glance over my shoulder. "So. Do you want to hear the good news or the bad news first?"

The woman seems genuinely surprised. "Pardon? Good news? Bad News?"

"There is both good news and bad news in what Courtney and I found." I admit.

"Then the good news?" She cautiously mutters.

"We found what appears to be some of your family history." I idly hum with a small eye roll, not that she can see it.

"My... family history? What?"

"It seems that your ancestors were quite well known. Or at least one of them." I snort, eager to see how she reacts to seeing that her distant relative both used practically her exact team and was a complete psychopath with a god complex.

Oh. She could also shed some light on the IMMORTAL FUCKING WOMAN!

But that's neither here nor there.

"Does... this tie into the bad news?" She questions, a slightly worried frown on her face.

"Perhaps." I state with an ominous smile.

I lead her back into my abode, through the living room and into the backroom holding all of my old historical stuff.

Her eyes light up as she looks around, the ancient text and 'lore rich' background items seeming to draw her attention instantly.

"First things first. Here." I hum as I take Volo's wanted poster from the nearby table and hold it towards the blonde champion.

She looks over it briefly, seeming to translate the words in her head.

Her eyes widen. "Wh- what is this?"

"Volo. Your ancestor." I state as I lean against a nearby wall, crossing my arms in front of my chest. "It's almost... funny... how history seems to repeat itself. Garchomp. Roserade. Togekiss. Spiritomb. Bipedal Canine pokemon. Actual Canine pokemon."

She stares down at the paper in her grasp, slowly looking up. "My ancestor... was evil?"

"Oh, definitely." I nod once with a bright smile before gesturing to my pink haired companion. "But why don't we take a look at the other side of your family tree!"

Courtney tugs back the sheet that was protecting the older painting.

Cynthia slowly walks forwards, looking over the picture of her ancestor. Cogita, I think her name was.

"Why do you have photos of my family?" She questions slowly.

"I have a lot of interesting things around here." I admit proudly. "Anyways, this woman is... let's call her important. And I don't mean a little important. Or like... famous. I mean that she is vitally important. Her very existence could be classified as world shaking for not only myself... but literally anyone within this world."

"What?! Why?" Cynthia gasps, looking from me back to the woman. "Who even is this?"

"I don't know. Anyways now onto my dramatic monologue... *ahem* For you see! This painting here, was not something that the Welsh tribe brought over here during their migration from Sinnoh to Unova... no, it was purchased. Far later. By my father."

I tilt my head. "Roughly twenty years ago... give or take ten years or so."

"But why would your father want this?" The blonde questions.

"Aha! That's the thing!" I gesture to the painting as I walk closer, pausing just beside it, fully enjoying my first 'villainous monologue' since I have come to this world. I know I am technically not saying anything evil, however, I am still speaking to a 'hero' in a longwinded and enlightening way... so I mean it sort of is one. "This receipt here. This certificate of authenticity. My father spent quite a lot of money to purchase this ancient artwork and to verify its true age."

"Now... you might be asking yourself... 'Why?'." I allow my voice to hang for a moment, really getting into the groove of things. "Why go through all this effort for a painting? One of no real historical or sentimental value? Why go through all of this... for a painting of a woman you don't know? Could it be the fact that she shares a clear relation with the Sinnoh champion? No. My father went missing long before you became champion... then what could it be? What would draw my father. A person so invested in mythical pokemon legend... to focus on your ancestor."

"…"

Courtney hands me a photo which I offer to Cynthia.

Her eyes scan the blurry image, then slowly looks up to the painting, then the photograph.

"When... When was this taken?" She whispers. "What... What is that pokemon beside her?!"

"She is... over five hundred years old?" She eventually whispers.

"Potentially more." I smirk as I slowly walk around her. "As for the pokemon... that is one of the four... maybe five... genie pokemon."

"Genie pokemon?"

"The forces of nature. Thunderous. Landrous. Tornadus. And this one which I don't know the name of." I smirk. "Now, I am unsure if this woman's immortality is tied to the legendary pokemon here... or if she is just naturally ageless. But, this poses a problem... as there is an immortal woman with a legendary pokemon running around somewhere in the world. Of course, I had hoped that you would have had some information on her... but alas. It wasn't meant to be."

"What do we do now?" The champion of Sinnoh questions.

"Well, I am going to remain here in my home for a short time longer to allow my companions to better connect with the pokemon that they'll be traveling with... and considering the last time I saw Zinnia she had a headwound and was bitten, she'll probably need a bit longer to tame the problem child that is a Bagrunt. As for... her." I gesture to the painting. "There's not much I can do about her. I don't know where she lives. Who she is. Or even have a general read of her personality. In the meantime, I'm going to go mess around with alchemy and see what I can make."

"May I take a look around this room?" The champion questions slowly.

"One second. Hey, Courtney, where'd you put that document."

"I have it right here, Xander." The pink haired girl answers, as she picks up a stray packet of papers, instantly knowing what I am referring to, a small smile on her face, be it at the fact that her 'love rival' was apparently injured, or that I am trusting her with something so secretive, I'm a little unsure. Probably a bit of column a, bit of column B.

"Cool. Keep it for now." I reply as I turn and walk towards the door.

She follows after me as I look back to Cynthia. "If you break anything, I'll expect serious monetary compensation."

"I would never dream of being reckless with such valuable historical artifacts!" The blonde gasps, sounding affronted with the mere thought of damaging the stuff I bought just to make my backstory more believable.

"Cool. If you find anything on Kyurem, Zekrom, or Reshiram, please let me kn-"

I spy a large cardboard box of files, eyes widening slightly as I can see a DNA symbol on the front.

I pick it up.

*Ahem* I awkwardly cough and continue with my earlier statement. "Please let me know."

I walk out of the room, followed by Courtney.

"What are those?" She questions idly.

"Technically they are illegal documents." I frivolously reply.

"…"

I turn and walk into my bedroom and sit them on the bed, then turn and offer the first packet to my best and most loyal minion.

She reads the front, falling silent for a moment. "Oh. I see. Genetic alteration. Yes. This is problematic... so your father didn't necessarily resurrect fossil pokemon, he merely... turned back the clock for certain pokemon's DNA instead. I see. This is how they are able to breed, correct?"

"That's right. But genetic alteration of this scale is FAR more illegal than reviving a fossil pokemon without a license. Thus, to avoid any situations with our resident champion. I'll be keeping these under my bed. It's likely she would side with us, as technically the person who did all of this has been missing for the past ten years or so. I haven't done anything, nor have any of my other ones, But I'd like to continue using Ignorance as a nice little... shield."

"I see... your father wasn't a good person, was he?" The pink haired girl idly observes.

I give her a confused look. "What gives you that idea? Was it the fact that he did his gene altering stuff to his one and only child? Or was it the fact that he tried to play god in the first place?"

I let out a small huff of amusement. "Ah well, 'goodness' is overrated. Its not as if he hasn't given me my fair share of advantages."

I pat the box. "This was plan B for the whole rock thing, by the way."

"Creating a pokemon capable of destroying Grand Meteor Delta?" Courtney asks.

"Yep. But considering we only have about two years left. There's no way I could one: learn how to do this in that time, and two: actually make something strong enough, that would be mature enough, to save us. Originally, I had a plan C as well, where I planned to make a bunker and collect a database of all life on the planet... then clone it all in about one hundred years once the ash settles. But. At this point? I might just put all my eggs in one basket. Besides. If we fail, we can always ditch this world and go live in alien girl's city. I'll be trying my best to save this place, but I'm not fucking dying with it."

"Yes. That is a valid course of action." The girl nods slowly.

"So. Anyways, I'm going to be on a talk show debating the existence of the Fairy Typing tomorrow night. Professor Oak is even going to be there."

"Truly?!" Courtney gasps. "I will be sure to watch it."

"Want to help me prepare for it?" I ask.

Her eyes light up, practically sparkling as she offers me a singular nod. "Of course!"

"Then, afterwards, I'll show you a Cyndiquil that you can add to your team."

"U-Uh... X-Xander? Can I talk to you for a second?"

I turn my head, glancing over my shoulder for a brief moment to see the alien girl herself quietly enter my room. "Yes?"

"Can... can I ask you about the strange metal now?" She quietly mutters.

"Hnnn alright. I've only got ten minutes though, so let's make it quick. You have questions." I nod once.

"What... what is the metal?"

"An alloy made of three separate materials. The first Scoria metal, the second Cryonic metal, to counteract the intense temperature of the first, then highly durable plant matter."

"And how did you get it if you don't mind me asking?"

"No clue. My dad found it. I merely transmute steel type energy into more of it."

"That's... possible?" She whispers.

"Yes." I nod once. "With enough energy, one thing can be transferred to another quite easily."

"Oh..." She mutters.

"Is that it?" I question.

"B-Basically... thanks again for letting me stay here, though." She the corners of her mouth turn upwards the slightest bit.

"Think nothing of it. The pokemon like you, thus they are the reason you are allowed to stay." I shrug.

I rise from my chair slowly and crack my neck. "Alright, I need to get ready for my big thing."

"Your... big thing?" She echoes.

"Oh, I'm about to have a livestreamed discourse with a bunch of pokemon scientists about the Fairy Typing." I walk in front of a mirror, looking over my face and hair.

Neatly combed and a little wavy, my orange eyes look fierce, my face isn't dirty in any way, my clothes are neat.

"It starts in ten minutes. I've got to go and grab a few things." I declare, the image of myself in the mirror smirking viciously, showing my real mood. "Oh yeah... it's all coming together."

Pov: elsewhere.

"Alright, class. Over the past couple of days, there has been a massive upset in the scientific community, normally, we'd go over type matchups, today, but, considering the nature of the topic at hand, I believe it would be better to postpone the original lesson... instead, we shall be watching a televised debate between the person who researched this thing, and the people who most vocally oppose him." A black haired woman with her hair tied in a pony tail paces across the front of a classroom, there is an X shaped scar above her eyebrow, she wears a black jacket, black knee-pants, and has yellow fingerless gloves on her hands.

Her eyes are a deep orangish brown.

"Uh... Professor" a boy in the back of the room begins quietly.

"Yeah?" The woman questions.

"What... exactly is the debate about?"

"…"

"Hah? Have you seriously not been keeping up with the news?" The black haired woman scoffs.

A girl with blue hair, red bangs, and a black hoodie quietly speaks up, adjusting her circular glasses. "It's about the new pokemon type... right?"

"That's right, Penny." The teacher nods. "it's about to start."

She then turns, powering on a large projector screen and crossing her arms as she stands slightly to the side.

"Now, onto the main event for tonight. You have probably heard of quite the commotion in the scientific community. The eighteenth pokemon type. Fact or... fairy tale. That is what we hope to determine during this show." A woman appears on the screen, she has short brown hair, has peachy skin, and coal grey eyes, she wears a teal blue sleeveless top which shows off a little of her cleavage. She gives the camera a small reserved smile. "My name is Gabby Nimere, and tonight I am joined by the pokemon professor himself, Professor Samuel Oak."

An older man with short sandy grey hair appears via a screen to the left. His face is lightly aged and wrinkled, he has large bushy brown eyebrows and a wears a brown shirt and jeans combo which he has a white labcoat over.

"A pleasure to be here, Gabby." The old man smiles kindly as he humbly bows his head slightly.

The woman takes this time to ask a question. "So. I have got to know. What do you think about this scientific discovery?"

Professor Oak seems to think on it for a moment, then lets out a low hum. "I am a meticulous fellow. I find it hard to believe that an entirely new pokemon type illuded us for so long due to our new advancements in pokemon technological care, my pokedex being among the forefront. However. The chance isn't zero that there was something we may have missed. It is far too early for me to give my true opinion on this matter before I can definitively claim that it is true or false, rigorous testing should be conducted. I am skeptical, yes, but my skepticism is fully capable of being changed depending on how today's discourse goes... and they likely will. If that skepticism becomes acceptance or refusal, that is to be decided."

"Hn. How insightful. Next, allow me to introduce the person behind this commotion, a fairly new researcher who, before recently, has discovered the fact that numerous thought to be extinct pokemon are still living amongst us. It's the young genius, Xander Welsh!"

"Hello. It is wonderful to be here." A charming voice echoes from the screen as a new person appears, sectioned off within his own little section of the screen, his own box placed just below Professor Oak's. "However, I disagree with the word 'genius'. I personally believe that I am quite normal."

He has brilliant orange eyes, wavy steel blue hair and practically perfect skin. No blemishes or acne, he wears a simple black hoodie, something that Penny can respect. At his back is a solid rock wall, he is illuminated in a slightly blue light.

"As of recently, we have heard that you are on your Pokémon journey. Your fight against Gym Leader Roxie's ace, Toxic, was quite the talking point before your newest revelation. Might I ask what you think of the gym circuit this year, and your experiences so far?"

"Well, this isn't really the topic of today's discussion, but I suppose I could briefly go over it. My fight with Roxie might have looked fairly antagonistic, some might even assume bad blood between us. But she is actually a pretty fun person. We hung out afterwards. As for my gym circuit overall? I've completed two gyms... yet I have stumbled into three Team Plasma schemes... I have terrible luck, it appears. I am given quite a lot of down-time, though, which I suppose is useful for my research."

"I see! Speaking of your research, allow me to introduce one of your most vocal disbelievers, Professor Number of Kanto!"

"It's Namba!" A balding orange haired man snaps. He has wrinkles around his eyes and a bushy red mustache, his orange hair- or what he has left- is vibrant and spikey, but the top of his head is completely barren.

"My apologies." The woman bows her head. "Doctor Namba."

"Hmph." The red haired scientist scoffs.

Xander seems to glance to the side briefly, his face being lit up by something else, eyes seemingly reading something.

"Next, allow me to introduce, Doctor Yung Simmer of the Pokemon Institute of Technological advancement."

Another screen appears, showing a man with spikey blue hair, he has blue eyes and a kind expression on his face, eyes hidden behind some simple circular glasses.

"Hello." He waves.

Xander's eyes flick back to the camera briefly, then goes back to what he was doing beforehand.

"So. I must ask... the fairy type. Is it real?" The host of this little debate idly questions.

"Bah! Preposterous!" The balding man scoffs. "I fully believe this is nothing more than a cry for attention! There is no conceivable way a mere child with no formal education could ever discover something like this when dozens of seasoned professionals haven't even seen the slightest hint of a new typing! It's ridiculous! Utterly impossible!"

"I... would find a different way to describe that." The blue haired scientist begins. "But my general thoughts are roughly the same. I believe that a true eighteenth type would not be as widespread as you claim fairy typing is. I believe a true eighteenth type would be something far rarer. Constrained to merely a sole, or small subset of pokemon. Like an energy or typing only legendary pokemon can access for instance. Not a common trait that is found in dozens of pokemon."

"Hn. So your issue is with my age, more than the idea of Fairy type?" The youngest within the call questions.

"No. The idea alone is ridiculous!" Professor 'Numba' scowls. "What next? Are you going to proclaim that there is a 'steam' type? There are a lot of mud moves... perhaps a 'Mud' type?!"

"You see. The issue with that is that you are taking two types that already exist and combining them into a new 'element'. Technically, if you look at it in a certain way, yes, those types do exist. They are pokemon who are ground and water type for mud. Water and Fire type for steam, and ground and fire for something asinine like 'magma type'. If you wanted to overly complicate the system we have currently, by all means, make these type combinations official types, however, I am a firm believer that the only time a person should consider that these 'combination elements' should be considered as actual types... is if some time in the future, a pokemon appears to have three types. Such as a ground and water type also having the grass typing. Then and only then should a person even for a moment consider that something like 'mud' be an actual typing... and even then, perhaps it would simply be better to make it so pokemon are categorized with three types in the first place! The issue with you comparing fairy type to something like 'Mud' is that the fairy type is something that is utterly new. Like a completely new element in the periodic table. It isn't a combination of any two elements, thus I fail to see how your comparison is sound in any way or form."

Xander's eyes stray to the side once more, seemingly reading something again.

"PAY ATTENTION, BOY!" The orange haired scientist snaps. "I will not have you waste my time here! You should be giving us the respect we deserve!"

"Oh. My apologies. That was quite rude, Doctor Mamba I was just simply reading up on you as I have... never heard of you before." The young trainer smiles kindly, seemingly violently pissing off the older man if his next statement is any indication.

"IT IS DOCTOR NAMBA!" He seethes.

"Oh, with an N. ah. Right. I apologize again. I kept hearing M."

"So little respect." Namba hisses. "In my decades of study, I have forgotten more about pokemon than you have ever learned, boy."

"Hn. Quite." Xander mutely hums with a half-lidded stare. "Regardless. That statement does lead me to a rather important question... I apologize if this comes off as rude, Doctor Simmer, as you have been nothing but polite, but... what does an epidemiologist and a technological scientist have to do with a new pokemon type? Why... do you two even care? This is coming across as seriously petty. Coming into a field of research that isn't your specialty merely in an effort to debunk my observations?"

The older man gapes like a fish for a moment.

"Oh. I can easily answer this." The blue haired man in a lab coat smiles. "While traditionally, you may call me a Software Engineer, the true nature of my research is closely tied with that of pokemon. You see, it is my idea to make holographic network of artificial pokemon for use as a training aide."

"Oh, that is actually really interesting." Xander hums. "So, you will be making what is basically physical illusions of pokemon that can better test a trainer with less risk than that of wild pokemon. I can see how such a specialization would require you to be invested in the natures of pokemon. I will fully admit that the idea is genius and I do have some respect for you for attempting something that on the surface seems impossible."

"Impossible?" The blue haired man questions.

"I said on the surface." Xander repeats. "I know fully well that it is entirely possible... just time consuming to carefully monitor and learn the natures, moves, and statistics of every single pokemon that has been discovered."

"Yes. Managing my time has been... quite an issue." The man admits, glancing to the side with a little annoyance, the first real negative emotion he has shown since the debate started. "But my work is steadily being completed."

The orange eyed trained smiles. "I am glad to hear that... but not really hearing anything from our disease expert here."

"YOU DARE?! My research on the pokerus virus has led to numerous groundbreaking discoveries! I catalogued changes one could expect to find in their pokemon if they manage to catch this disease! I have far more right to be here as a simple engineer trying to make fake pokemon-" The corners of the blue haired engineer's mouth turn downwards as Namba continues. "What right do YOU have to be here, child?!"

"Yes. Your... Pokerus research." Xander begins slowly. "I've just read your research on the virus... but do you want to know the one thing I cannot find within these pages?" Xander allows his voice to hang for a moment.

Two streamers reach into frame, holding a tea cup and a glass plate. These streamers look... strange... white in color with light blue and pink tips. They are clearly from a pokemon, but it's from one Penny has never seen before.

She can see Professor Oak's eyes widen slightly as he had been more or less content to watch how things played out, but now he is quite interested.

"Oh. Thank you, Fae." The youngest person in the debate quietly mutters to the left.

"Sylvee~" a voice that is undoubtedly a pokemon cheers.

He takes a sip of the drink. Placing it in his lap as he looks back to the camera. "That one thing I could not find within your research paper... is how the pokerus virus affects the life of the pokemon in question. And I am not talking about how it grows stronger faster... I'm talking about how it would affect their lifespan."

"Thankfully, it doesn't, as someone else actually put the time into researching the virus to find this out, but it really says something about your character that your paper only considers the short-term benefit of Pokerus instead of valuing the longevity of pokemon."

"YOU- YOU FRAUDULANT BRAT! How dare you attempt to slander me in such a way! Among the first things I found out about the virus was that it did not harm the lives of the pokemon who catch it! As it didn't have any negative downsides, I thought the world would be intelligent enough to come to that same conclusion!"

A small... ghost... thing... floats into view.

"Poyo~ poyoyo~ Poyomon!" it seems to intone as it stares at the screen, slowly rotating its body.

Xander reaches his hand up and places it atop its head and gently pushes the floating pokemon out of frame. "Oh? We should have accepted your research as fact, is that it? In that case... if all research is completely irrefutable, why are we here at all? Fairy type is real. I wrote a paper on it. Trust me."

"You are putting words in my mouth child-"

Xander seems visibly annoyed. "Child this, child that. I came here as a man of science. Yet all you seem content on is mentioning my age. I find it difficult to believe that you have lived so long without realizing this, however... age does not equal intelligence. Age can grant you further wisdom and time to learn, yes, but age does not directly correlate with someone's intellect. I came here today expecting a debate of professionals. And for the most part, my expectations have been met. Doctor Simmer has been incredibly polite despite his differing opinion, and Professor Oak has refrained from commenting this entire time. But you? You feel the need to hurl insults at the slightest provocation. Even to those who have agreed with you in saying that my eighteenth fairy type is farfetched. I find it amusingly ironic that I am the one being forced to tell you this but grow up."

"You-" the man sputters.

"Let me ask you this, Doctor Numba... why? I am quite the methodical person when it comes to my work, if you took a look at my earlier research you would be able to tell this. Why would I be fully willing to enter a debate with people over something that looks like a first draft?"

Penny can see the blue haired engineers' eyes widen briefly; he lets out a quiet sigh. "Well played."

"Ah. I can see Doctor Simmer gets it. I apologize for this. This will possibly be a small blotch on your record." Xander admits.

"Hn. No, don't think that. I held to my beliefs and kept a professional outlook. I believe that another in this debate will be looked upon far more poorly." The glasses wearing man sighs as he shakes his head slightly. "I came here knowing it was possible for one of us to be proven wrong. this is just the nature of differing opinions."

"What are you two jabbering about?!" The orange haired doctor snaps.

"Conflict... breeds intrigue." Doctor Yung intones.

"That's right. I knew more people would talk about this if I left this matter up in the air." Xander nods once.

"But. That begs the question. What irrefutable evidence are you planning to reveal?" Professor Oak questions. "I take it the pokemon connected to those streamers earlier? Perhaps the small floating... ghost?"

A smile forms on the younger researcher's face. "Well... for Poyomon... no, he is merely a pokemon that I have recently hatched from an egg. He is quite young, being only two weeks old and more than likely wanted to know what all the commotion was about."

"As for your first question... allow me to ask one of my own? What do you know... about quite possibly my favorite pokemon... the versatile, the fluffy, and the humble Eevee?"

"Normal type and is the only known pokemon who has more than four separate paths of evolution. With each being a sole type with zero overlap." Professor oak lists off. "So, you have discovered an entirely new Eevee Evolution?"

Penny freezes, her eyes straying to her large Eevee backpack.

A new... Eeveelution?!

"Fae, come here for a moment." He begins quietly as he glances to the side.

A snow-white fox slowly walks into view, it has bright mischievous pink eyes, the top of its head being a light blue. A bow of what looks like ribbon rests in front of its left ear.

"Sylve-on~" it cheers.

"This. is Sylveon. The intertwining pokemon."

Hey all. Here with another chapter of Villainous Ventures! I hope you enjoyed! You might have noticed that the smut from chapter 15 was removed. Yeah. That's because fanfiction is a shitty website ran by people who are so lazy they'd rather just randomly remove their most active and best authors merely because they dared to write about peen and vag. It's not that hard to make a MA section you dumbasses.

If you wish to see it, you can find it on Questionable Questing. Just look up 'Flameclaws'. No xx at the end.

Guest 001: Koraidon is a Pseudo Legendary... **In this fanfiction**

Guest 002: I'm treating Roaring Moon's ACTUAL name as 'Malimence' as paradox pokemon's names are fucking STUPID and I hate them.

Anon: And the fact that they are genetically bred to be loyal to him... even the more feral ones.

Guest 003: Yes. I am aware. But Xander isn't. Why should he care about 'Regional Electric Rat'

Reader 451: "You're my friend now. We're having soft tacos later!" - Zinnia as she reaches down and picks up the baby dragon which just took a chunk out of her arm and gave her a concussion."

Anyways, see ya~ if you are wondering where I've been, I made a Fortune Favors reboot on QQ. That's been taking a bit of my time.