N.A.T.U

Chapter 11

Author Notes: It's been a long time coming folks, but uh Sen is still steaming over scarlet and violet

Sen: They're trying to steal my school Mako!

Mako: Calm down dude, it's safe.

Sen: Come...come my pokemon army-pillage the fools~

Mako: And i've lost him. We do not own Pokemon.

3rd P.O.V

Lunch couldn't come soon enough as Shishiki all but collapsed on a stone step outside the building of her next class of the day. Frankly she was exhausted as she took a bite of a berry muffin she picked up from one of the various venders stationed throughout the school.

This whole day has been nothing but chaos. Her first class didn't officially happen, but she was already ahead of the game. Thanks to her talk with Mr. Tracy, she had everything she needed and will have an endless supply of pokedex entries.

Dietary Nutrition on the other hand...was going to be a struggle. Not necessarily because it was hard or because Shishiki was a bad cook(she wasn't a chef but she knew her way around a recipe dammit!) but because of the teacher.

Whitney, miss gym leader extraordinaire much like her pokemon during a battle...was a damn tease who should not be teaching. A good seventy percent of her classmates were guys. Guys that were absolutely gobsmacked and infatuated with the pink haired lady.

Was probably the reason they signed up in the first place. And despite being way older than her students, the pink haired woman still acted like a cutesy ditz in her teens. Now add to the fact that Shishiki forwent on breakfast to work on her first class's assignments while waiting Whitney to arrive...

The results led to the young student hating and dreading this class for the rest of the semester. Heaven forbid Whitney decides to set up partners or group assignments in the kitchen-there's a better chance the first year serves the moronic, horny male she's paired with on a silver platter for her pokemon.

Hey her joltik was a carnivore. Pretty sure human idiots tasted fine since joltiks Love blood as much as they love electricity. She's already planning on getting her little buddy to evolve just so she can spite(and terrify) the pink haired bimbo.

Then came types 101. Wasn't bad, all things considering, but Duplica(she hated formalities apparently so Ms. Catrius meant deduction in points or pop quizzes) was weird. Not bad weird, but the lady loves her costumes.

Her room is ironically a huge, theatrical room. Costumes, a stage, lights and music systems up the wazoo. Honestly she should've been a theater teacher than type specialist, but she knew her stuff. She promised crazy and fun assignments in the future...but didn't go into detail.

Making the freshman very worried. She doesn't like surprises...usually she's disappointed or on the verge of a heart attack due to them. "Man...what a day." But it's fine. All else fails she'll be guaranteed one good laugh before she wants to crawl into a hole and die.

Time will tell if she gets more laughs by then. But that came her second to last class. One that actually had her curiosity peaked. Genetics and mutations. Everyone knows about shiny pokemon-more importantly people Love and Want shinies, but knowing the sciences behind it was a different story.

How do people figure out the odds of running into it? Are the odds different between pokemon species? Is the different coloration simply cosmetic or are there after effects? Now she was NOT a science major-or rather a typical science major.

She'd rather be caught dead than get thrown into a science lab-didn't matter if it was for chemicals or poketology dissection(thank Arceus it's not required...) but hey this class sounded interested. At the very least it had to be better than Whitney's class.

And that proved to be true as she entered the classroom. As the moment she stepped in, she saw a familiar face. "Mr. Mizuki? The headmaster of the entire school?" She stood there, staring at her schedule. Double checking the building, the room number...going back and forth.

But sure enough, everything checked out. Genetics and Mutations. Room 45, Johto Building. The only thing was the teacher. Unless this was another Duplica situation, Mr. Snagro was nowhere to be seen.

"Come come. We're burning daylight." Sighing, feeling totally exhausted she just takes a seat. This school has sucked out so much of her energy...ever since she first stepped off the boat. She just had to survive two more classes.

Then she can go into her dorm, relax and gorge on some snacks. "Is this everyone?" Mr. Mizuki slams the door shut, not even waiting for an answer. A smile on his face as he grabbed some chalk on the blackboard.

Though he didn't need to, he wrote his name on the board along with the class that the students were indeed taking. Which meant that Shishiki was in fact, not crazy despite how bizarre things were quickly becoming.

"For those of you who are new and wondering who I am, I am the owner, headmaster and now teacher of this wonderful island of academic learning." The various students glanced about each other, a frown of confusion on their lips.

But no one was brave enough to ask...except one. A boy that stuck to the back of the class, someone Shishiki had not yet had class with. "Mr. Mizuki? I thought our teacher was Mr. Snagro for Pokemon Genetics and Mutations."

Immediately the chalk piece in the headmaster's hand was thrown at the boy's head. His smile from earlier twitching. "Professor Snagro...was tied up with something before the start of the semester...ergo until he arrives, I will be in charge of his class." A dark aura surrounded the older man.

Something menacing in the way he analyzed the class. "Now, are there any other questions? No? Good!" Shishiki's mouth twisted downwards as she watched. Disappointment filled her frame as the headmaster took out a briefcase with a four digit metal code.

His back covered it as he went about unlocking, to reveal some pokeballs, but even those had a chain wrapped around them that was unlocked with a key. No one knew what to expect when he undid the chains.

"Now i'm sure all of you are aware of the shinies that walk this world. Genetic family history expanding through centuries of a pokemon's dna coding. But I come here to tell you that is only brushing the surface!"

While talking he threw one of the pokeballs in the air. "Here I present to you type based mutations, ability based genetics and rare based shinies." Everyone had wide eyes as the glowing light surrounding the three silhouettes disappeared.

In order he specified, the lights revealed what looked to be a fire type gardevoir that blew out a fiery kiss, a bellossom that literally ran circles around the classroom at blinding speeds, and a black and red furred eevee with white eyes.

Everyone stared in awe at them. "These are just some of the many incredible pokemon I had discovered and collected throughout my years. Each of them rare upon rare, with numbers ranging-" As Mr. Mizuki was speaking, the room began to shake.

Panicked eyes glanced all around. "What is this?" Pokeballs already in some of the student's hands. "An evil organization attack?" Just a click away from a battle. "A pokemon battle gone wrong?"

Shishiki though didn't join her peers in readying herself...not that any of her pokemon right now would help a collapsing room...did twist and turn. "No..." Instead found a tyranitar smash its way into the door.

"Dammit..." At that the first year moved her attention to Mr. Mizuki who was glaring with arms crossed. Mumbling even more quiet cursings. "Whoa!" Because from behind the dark and rock type monster was an espeon, umbreon and presumably their trainer.

A young man with sandy hair, black sunglasses and a blue over coat. "Well this is an interesting picture. Good afternoon class." With a swift motion he took the shades off, revealing annoyed golden eyes.

All six of the pokemon in the classroom growled at one another, their fur, scales and skin stuck up from the already, tense, suffocating atmosphere. "Mind explaining why you're here teaching my class, headmaster? After sending me out on a false emergency?"

to be continued

Author Notes: I love Wes. Like seriously-best protag.

Sen: He's a villain.

Mako: Hence why he's my favorite. The closest I'll ever get to playing as a bad guy-because you know, he's more of an anti-hero with how he steals shadow pokemon.

Sen: He's not going into the story dammit!

Mako: The hell he's not. If you can get Duplica in here-I get Wes.