Hello readers! Again, I am so sorry to have to rewrite all of this, but I made an oopsie-daisies (a big one), and it just ruins that story, you know? When reading a few different comments, I realized that there were a few MAJOR plot holes that remained consistent between all pre-existing chapters.

Though, I'll admit, no one would probably notice the first one because of how dumb it is. However, the second one, if you pay attention to the story, will leave you utterly baffled. The third is that I'm just looking for a way to (hopefully) write the story better, as they were made in… adverse conditions.

Also, I've changed my mind about 2 of Naruto's Pokèmon to only 1 (the second death was kinda… dumb? Plus, if things go to plan, it's gonna have the same outcome anyways).

So, please enjoy the rewrite of Whirlpool Trainer - Sympathy for the Devil

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Lumiose City, the capital of Kalos, known for its grand and enormous history. From its wars to its expansion, there is simply no city like it! How it shines with its brilliance during sunshine!

The sunlight awakens many people and Pokèmon with its gentle caress. Many small, avian Pokèmon jump and flutter about, chirping their reddish-orange heads off.

Pokèmon in the form of black larva slink into their preferred hiding grounds, their large, beige eyes watching for predators of any kind.

Odd pink, avian Pokèmon float about, seemingly dancing with one another in the air, the breeze carrying their dance along with itself…

Much to my fortune, or, in my eyes, misfortune.

The wind blew my curtains open, the sun beginning to rock me slowly awake as well. Though, I guess it really couldn't rock me considering the uncomfortable manner of sleeping I chose the night before. Which was apparently face down on the kitchen countertop, my hair coming over where my face was. You know what, how I was sleeping doesn't really matter because my sleep was-

*Beep-eep-eep-eep! Beep-eep-eep-eep! Beep-eep-eep-eep! Beep-eep-eep-!*

*Clink-clunk-dum!*

SWIFTLY, ruined by my alarm.

- Play 'Pirates of the Caribbean 2 - ost 1 - Jack Sparrow' -

*Beep-eep-eep-eep! Beep-eep-eep-eep!*

With a groan of frustration and a growing suspicion that I had just dropped my phone into a hopefully clean sink, I raised my gaze, looking like a beast from Ultraspace itself. My black hair perfectly shadowed my face in the current light, my gray eyes scrunched to hopefully adjust to said light.

Quickly swiping my hair out of my face, I looked over the counter and sighed in relief. Thankfully, I had not dropped my phone into any of the disgusting possibilities that may await it, though, there was a little water in said sink. Eh, what's a little water going to do to a phone, huh?

I prepared myself a cup of coffee, looking out of my window, into the city of Lumiose. I've got to say, once you get over the fact of the bloody history this city has, plus, how deeply haunted it is… it's not a bad place to live. I mean, the food is great, the people are great, it's fairly quiet… for the most part. There is a racket to be made from time to time, but even then, most of the time, you can't hear Pokèmon battles because they are all sanctioned fields.

"Yeah," I snort, hearing the screams of a Pokèmon battle or something the next street over. "You can't hear anything at all." Why were they even battling in the first place? It's too fucking early for that!

Taking a sip of my coffee, I made a sour face as I swallowed it down. It felt far more watery than usual, with mint and various spices, plus… alcohol? Looking at the glass, which I had mistaken for my mug, my mind quickly processed that I had downed half a glass of mead I had left untouched last night. "What the hell was I even doing last night?" I asked in annoyance, questioning my past self.

Needless to say, this was not a good start to a regular working day.

Looking at my phone, I make a spit-take, with what is unfortunately my coffee, as I read the time.

9:45 AM

"Shit," I groan aloud. "Why do I ever make appointments this early? I know I will never make them!"

I prepare myself quickly, practically jumping down the stairs as I get my lab coat on. I open the door to an angry mother and a patiently waiting ten-year-old, said mother yelling at me for not paying attention to the time.

'It's going to be a long day today, huh?' I thought to myself in silent misery. Little do I know just how long it would become.

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"Thank you for visiting, and come again if you have any problems," I said in my customer service voice. As soon as the door closed, I sighed in exhaustion, a headache from my earlier drinking accident coming to kick my ass. Did other professors have such… infuriating people? Or deal with these stupid problems? I mean, I don't hope so, but I at least want someone to relate to.

However, as I turn around to return to my office, I hear a knock on my front door. The knock bounced around my head, trying to figure out if I should respond right now. Out of anger, I had nearly chosen not to, but as a Professor, I was obligated to help any and all whom were to knock on my door.

Thankfully, I had time between appointments, so hopefully I could deal with this quickly.

Approaching the door, I turned on my customer service voice once more, opening the door with a, "Welcome to my lab, I am Professor Sycamore. How may I help you on this fine day?"

Now, it's my fault for not… recognizing these people. Really it is, because they were fairly well known… for the most part. I just…

I just really didn't study history too often.

In front of me stood an old man, wearing white and red robes, a weird diamond-shaped hat over his head that read, "Lord Third," as I came to realize far later. Behind him stood a spiky, blonde haired kid. Maybe 6 or 7 years old at most. Definitely abused if the possible scars on his cheeks were anything to go by.

His choice of clothing was… unusual, in my opinion. Socks with sandals and an 'kill-me' orange jumpsuit (there was simply no other way to describe it), a pair of goggles over the boy's forehead.

Along with the two strangers stood… I furrowed my brow as I thought I had seen more people with the two, but shrugged internally. It didn't really matter to me right now. Though my research was valuable, there was nothing they could take that they could make use of. Then again, that was only if there were more than two people with them. 'I think my headache is playing tricks on me,' I thought in tired resignation.

"Hello, I am very sorry to bother you so suddenly, but are you Professor Sycamore?" the old man asked quietly.

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"Let me get this straight, you want me to… adopt this kid?" I asked in bewilderment. Was this a new type of scam? Or, I don't know, an evil team trying to get information on Mega Evolution? 'As I said before,' I think to myself again, 'there isn't a single document of value throughout this entire lab.'

"Yes, I can give you any information you want on him, medical, psychological, criminal, or any other information of note."

"What about familial?"

The old man cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable as the boy looked up to him as well, "Well, I don't exactly have confirmation on any… familial bonds."

"So, an orphan."

"Orphaned early on in life, sadly."

"Why are you talking about me like I'm not actually here?"

"Naruto, please. I understand that this is maddening, in fact," the old man said with a placating tone, facing the Professor once more. "Do you mind if we could show little Naruto the nature reserve you have?"

"I don't mind, just don't hurt any of the Pokèmon," I quickly established. Don't want to have this kid go through anything more than what he's already gone and seen.

The walk to the nature reserve was awkward to say the least. Naruto clung closely to the old man, whom I realized I still didn't know the name of, making the old man said, "Naruto, if you cling to me so hard, you're going to male me trip."

"You no trip, Jiji. You too strong," Naruto quipped in choppily, sticking his tongue out at "jiji." Maybe, that's the old man's name?

"Hey, Naruto, check this out," I said with a little more enthusiasm than before. I feel a smile crawl onto my face as my favorite part of my job creeps into view. "This is the nature reserve."

Its the 'wow' factor that I get to impress just about everyone with that really makes my day. And the face on Naruto, which is that of pure joy and amazement, truly makes this day 100 times better.

"Okay, Naruto," the old man whispers into Naruto's ear. "I want you to find the most interesting Pokèmon or thing in this reserve and to come back and tell me about it, okay?"

"On it, jiji!" Naruto yelled with a megawatt smile, dashing off into the reserve.

"So…" I started, trying to find my words as the walk proved my thoughts wrong.

"No, I did not abuse that boy," the old man muttered. "That obvious, is it?"

"No, it wasn't Naruto completely ignoring my existence entirely, definitely not."

The old man sighed, leading to more awkward silence. "Uh, Naruto keeps calling you jiji? I'm not exactly well studied in any other language, so is that your name or a title?"

The old man smiled happily, saying, "Yes, the title in question is grandfather."

"You like that title, huh? Well, the problem I'm finding is what I should call you by?"

"Oh, just call me Hiruzen. Hiruzen Sarutobi."

"Okay, Hiruzen Sarutobi," I said aloud, burrowing my brow. "Huh, I think I know that name…"

"Ha! It's possible, though seeing you don't recognize, 'jiji,' I doubt you do."

"I mean, fair enough, but what language is 'jiji,' from anyways?"

"It's Japanese."

"Ah, I see. So, I bet the symbol on your hat is Kanji or Hiragana, right?"

"Though you may haven't learned any languages, you are well informed. It is Kanji, and it says, 'Fire Shadow.'"

I feel a memory scratch at my skull, but it doesn't come to me. "I see. I guess I really don't know who you are, even with these pretty specific titles."

"I like to remain that way," Hiruzen said simply.

"Also, you lied when you said Naruto's familial bonds are unknown," I said in an accusatory tone.

"Yes," Hiruzen said in a far colder tone, freezing me on the spot. "and I would like it to remain that way."

The world froze around us as I felt my heart rate increase exponentially. Yet, I felt that this man wouldn't harm me if I stood my ground. Plus, in reality, I was in a rather easily replaceable position. Though the most well informed, I could safely say that, at least to me, I was not the Mega Professor.

"It," I wheezed out, trying to stand against Hiruzen's point of view. "It doesn't- matter- if, if you- you don't want Naruto to know."

Hiruzen raised an eyebrow, holding his breath in what I could only assume to be patience.

"It will come to bite you in the ass," I squeezed out of my lungs, nearly falling.

As darkness squirmed through my vision, I heard the old man's raspy and joyful laughter as he said, "Yes, you're probably right Professor.

"Though," Hiruzen said more somberly, "even if just for a little longer, I'd like to keep Naruto innocent."

"What does that even mean," I coughed out, trying to make heads or tails of this crazy old man's words. "What do you mean innocent?"

"I want you to have this," Hiruzen said, giving me a 10-digit number, which I realize is a number, "I want you to call me if you have any issues, any at all."

"Okay, that makes sense…" I said with confusion. "Wait, what? I didn't even-!"

But it was too late. Hiruzen was gone, somehow, only the number and the boy that was running back to me knowledge of the old man's existence.

"Hey, Professor Sicko Tour," Naruto called, still running with a new fox companion by his side. "Where jiji go?"

"Uh…" Damn that old man! Why did he have to leave him with the explaining part? Plus, now I have to cancel all of my plans today. I just adopted a kid… APPARENTLY?!

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All right, first chapter rewrite done! I know, no big presence on the Pokèmon side, but! I had to introduce the characters correctly. I realized that I had forgone any possibility that people outside of the hidden villages knowing of said villages, which, considering that they don't travel outside their borders once, is simply false!

Also, the new and old chapters aren't meant to connect. They are two separate versions, because I missed REALLY GOOD storytelling opportunities!

Finally, Professor Sycamore is most definitely different from his original counterpart. He's meant to grow into being the true Professor Sycamore we see in the anime, hopefully.

Anyways, thank you all for reading, and I will hopefully see you next time!