Author's Notes/Replies

Jason Wu: Dual wielding Minato sound sicks ngl.

ultima-owner: Honedge now has a greater fear of Thanatos. Minato is giving everyone pstd haha.

3697014: Since White is 16, Black is two years older, so he would be 18. For Blake, I'm going to make him 17 because him being his manga age would be too silly. It's still hilarious to have Black being bossed around by a guy a year younger than him, superintendent no less too. Rosa is also 16 and so is Ryoji. N is 18.

santiagosiquina762: Looker will appear, yep.

HiroRanger: N will take a different path than in canon so...

Mr. Haziq: It'll evolve to be more broken.

Pressing a wall in the underground, Lenora entered her hidden office. Embedded deep inside the basement of her Gym, was a secret room. Lined with precious artifacts from ages long past, slumbering in the peaceful blackness. Then, as if lit up by a ghostly candle flame, there appeared a light in the dark. The Gym leader approached its source, leading her to a glass case housing two precious stones. Their smooth, unremarkable appearance betrayed their mysterious aura. Spherical in shape, two identical objects lay as twins before the Gym leader in either black or white. Lenora checked the light stone, feeling a subtle heat radiating from its vicinity as subtle sparks of amber crackled to life, drawing her in.

"The Light stone…has it found the one?" Whispering, she turned to a computer in her study, messaging her colleagues around the region of the strange occurrence. Additionally, she pulled up a list of people that visited her museum the past few days, trying to narrow down who could have reacted to the white dragon. Among them were a particular boy and girl. After Team Plasma attacked, operations were halted for a day, but afterwards, she was able to reopen the Gym almost without issue. Provided the museum itself was still closed to the public, trainer battles still continued for sake of the Pokemon League. Going down a list, Lenora was left with hundreds of candidates, however, she relied on her instincts and picked out a few from the roster, particularly ones that stood out to her the most. Although this won't exactly serve as evidence, nor guarantee them a concrete lead, it was better to share it with the rest of her collaborators.

After an hour or so of waiting, found herself holding a video call between several people. Familiar faces logged in to their secure video feeds, each turning on their webcams to confirm their identities.

"Is everyone present?" She voiced, receiving several conformations in the chat. "Good, I've called you all here today for a very concerning reason."

"We're one step closer to narrowing down the light stone candidate." Elesa said, "But I have to send my condolences for what happened to your museum, Lenora. Burgh told us they did significant damage to the lobby."

"Me too! I can't imagine the horrors they put everyone through." Skyla added in concern.

"Did you not also mention a youngman who contributed to the chaos?" Drayden commented.

"He was possessed by Honedge, was he not?" Brycen corrected, "As per anyone here, I'm impressed by his recovery." While Minato managed to avoid suspension with the majority of the Gym leaders, there were still some that looked deeper into his abilities. After all, for those survivors of possessions, it would take days to recover, a feat he completed in a matter of hours.

"Now that you mention it. Sometimes trainers by the Celestial tower do get spirits attached to them, but to have your life energy drained for an entire day would put someone in a deep coma, if not the worst case scenario." Bringing up her several visits to the gravesite, Skyla explained the damage possession could cause. To her, Minato's recovery appeared almost miraculous.

"I'm just as puzzled as the rest of you. Cilan, has Minato shown to be just as resilient at your Gym as well?" Lenora shifted the attention to the three brothers on screen, each voicing their opinions on the matter.

"He was an excellent cook."

"I only saw the footage."

"Perhaps this was my biased opinion, but he displayed excellent skills in battle, to the point where I would have assumed he already had a few badges under his belt." Cress recalled the story of Deino triumphing over Panpour. The way Minato held a certain aged look in his eyes, like he had lived through much worse before.

"Whoa, that sounds like an amazing fight. You should send the recording. I'm quite inspired by that story for my next art piece." Burgh mused, "I can't wait till he comes to challenge my Gym. I'm sure we'll have a wonderful time, I'm curious to see if he'll use that Honedge of his too."

"You'll, should we not get back on topic? We're here to discuss the reaction of the light stone, not some kid." Clay called out, silencing the group. There was a brief pause for everyone to collect their thoughts but before they could course correct, they were interrupted by another voice.

"He's definitely suspicious."

"Huh? He hasn't committed any crimes Blake. We were just pointing out how unusual he was." Skyla chidded the youngest member of their call.

"Like I said, this Minato fellow is suspicious." He was just too strange for Blake's liking. Everyone is brushing off his feats, but this superintendent had a keen eye for talent.

"Hey! Don't just brush off-".

"From matching the provided records, everytime he and his group came into contact with the museum, the stone had a reaction." Blake pointed out, earning several skeptical glances. They only had about an hour of discussion on the clock so it was too early for anyone to really piece anything together.

"Ya say that, but how can we be sure it ain't just a coincidence? Do ya even know the stone's range? For all we know, it could be someone on the outskirts of town." Clay challenged.

"The first reaction occurred during the Plasma incident when he and a girl named White entered the museum. The time stamps check out. Then the day after, the Gym was closed down from the attack with no reactions. Both stones were discovered and shipped to Nacrene a few months ago so we can determine its range based on their discovery and travel distance. After all, if the range was big, the hero being in Unova alone would have set off the White dragon's reaction. However, the light stone had to travel to Nacrene city to show any signs after months of being dormant. Assuming our candidate was of at least trainer age, we can narrow down our range to the museum itself."

"And here is the last of our reasoning," An elderly man with silver hair followed his superior. Looker explained how Minato's visit on the third day with White, both of them going down to the basement and near Lenora's study. "The third day had the strongest heat signatures amongst our collected data."

"Hmm, so you are both proposing the possibility of the hero of truth being either of those kids?" Drayden observed the timeline with the rest of the leaders.

"If I had to pick between the two, I'm leaning towards this Minato guy." Skyla said. "He's just too weird to not be special at this point."

"Or it could be White. I can't say she isn't blessed with talent. Her and her pokemon were amazingly in sync to defeat my team." Lenora commented, she didn't want them to overlook the second possibility. Minato's challenge overshadowed the girl but her performance was still a cut above the rest.

"Either way, we can be sure one of them could be the hero of truth. Besides, I'm just thankful Team Plasma hasn't gotten their hands on the dark stone. Looks like we haven't detected any traces of the hero of ideals either," Burgh's optimism of the situation brought multiple sighs of relief among the gathered. Compared to their enemies, they were at least now one step ahead. The legend they were taught as kids turned out to be more than real, according to the story, the ancient dragons would each be awakened again by two heroes once more to do battle over the region.

Between the Gym leaders and Interpol, the reason they all came together was to tackle this unknown threat, silently sinking its claws into the region. Over the past few years, reports of trainers losing their pokemon to petty theft had risen exponentially, to the point where instead of going to the authorities, some would come to the Gym leaders directly for advice. This was, the leaders later found out, due to the desperation of victims after being led on by the police for months. And thus, they eventually gathered and alerted Interpol of the situation, resulting in the meeting today.

"As we are still investigating the inner workings of Team Plasma's organization, we cannot make any bold moves as of yet." Looker addressed the leaders, "For now, we'll announce the discovery of the dark stone as bait and slowly draw them out."

"Once we corner those fools, it'll be game set, and match." Blake assured. Everyone nodded, planning to stop the evil organization before they could go through with their insane plan. One that they had discovered not long ago.

Filling a police report, the officer handed an incident number to a girl, the station abuzz with noise. Multiple trainers sat in the waiting room with shattered pokeballs in their hands. Some sunk into their seats while others let out their frustrations on the reception staff.

"Here is your report number, please keep this safe and we'll contact you more about the investigation." She took the slip, worry written all over her face. Looking at the growing line of distraught people gathering, she hoped she could get her pokemon back.

Bianca helped reunite a group of kids with their parents, lost in the jungle of people. She stood watching the crowd grow when she felt a tip on her shoulder and Cheren offered her a drink, the two settling down on a park bench.

"Tired?" He said, cracking over a can of soda.

The blonde nodded, "There's so much going on right now, I just hope it doesn't get worse." Breathing in deeply before relaxing her shoulders, she enjoyed the calm breeze in a brief moment of respite.

"We did the best we could. This line has been growing since early morning." On the third day when things started to calm, many residents of the city flocked to the police, filing reports for their missing pokemon lost during the Plasma attack. Cheren cringed at the memory of fighting off several grunts. It was due to both luck where he was able to gather with Bianca and several other vigilante trainers who chased them off.

Staring at the queue, this made Bianca wonder why this was the second time Plasma had shown another side of themselves, "Hey Cheren?"

"Yes?"

"Why do you think Plasma is doing such bad things? I mean, once was bad enough but now they're hurting others in Nacrene too? I remember them establishing soup kitchens and helping injured pokemon as a kid…they used to be good people…right?" She was in disbelief yet couldn't deny the reality they were in now. Team Plasma held a vastly positive image in Unova for their charity to both pokemon and the public so why were they now hurting people? The Dreamyard could have been a standalone incident but to attack a Gym and the residents of Nacrene is on another level.

Her friend closed his eyes, thinking for a brief moment before recalling the organization's slogan, one that always came with every marketing campaign, yet conveniently ignored by the public. "Pokemon liberation." Now that he thought about it, one could put a new meaning to the phrase. It felt like they were being lied to the whole time, that those words meant less to free pokemon but to 'liberate' them from their trainers the more Cheren thought. Furthermore, he did his own research, digging through the internet forums for updates yet no major stations were reporting the incident accurately, instead of calling out Team Plasma directly, they claimed it was orchestrated by a band of unrelated criminals.

"You mean that stuff they said back in Accumula town? About how humans were bad for keeping pokemon in pokeballs?" She looked to her Oshawott, happily munching on some bread they had picked up from the local bakery, its tail happily wagging as it shared Audino. "I dunno about that, I feel like humans can be happy together with pokemon…"

Team Plasma preached a world where humans would live separately from these wonderful creatures, something Bianca couldn't imagine. A place where pokemon did not exist to live alongside humanity, a world where they would be absent, leaving an empty void to be filled. Yet, if only she knew such a world already existed as Minato found the two sitting on a park bench, White following behind him.

"Long time no see, miss me?" The bluenette waved.

"It's only been a few hours," Cheren corrected, matter of fact.

"Between you and Mina, you're both such big killjoys." White said, munching on a sandwich. They had just come back from battling Lenora for Minato's second badge.

"Did you get your second badge, Minato?" Bianca saw him show off his new trinket. After the rivals heard what happened at the museum, they were just as amazed at his recovery.

"Wasn't too bad of a battle. Woobat pulled through the final round."

"You didn't try out your new Honedge?" Cheren was surprised, he was curious how it would fair, but the veteran shook his head.

"Since I just caught it, I want to take some time to help it adjust first before I use it in battle. Were you able to test Pidove during your match, Cheren?"

The boy shook his head, releasing a Venipede he had caught in the forest. "I tried a new strategy via chip damage using toxic. It's a lot more effective than I thought. I'm thinking about crafting more plans in the future."

"Veni ven!" The little bug skipped around, jumping at White's sandwich, causing her to shoo it away. Compared to its reserved trainer, it was extremely energetic and childish. Perhaps it had just hatched somewhere deep inside the forest.

"Hey! Hey! This is mine. Cheren's over there! Go eat his big head!"

"What? My head is perfectly normal size!" He huffed, red in the face.

"Hehehe."

"That's not funny Bianca. If my head is big, then White's got bricks for brains!"

"Why you little, you take that back!"

"I tell no lies." Cheren pushed up his glasses, the light reflecting off his lens in a rare glint of his childish side.

Minato stepped back from the oncoming carnage, dodging a choke hold from White who caught Cheren in her grasp. They wouldn't stop fighting for the next hour or so. It was times like this he enjoyed whatever peace he had in this new world.

Walking down an ancient path in the dark, Minato snuck away from their camp on the outskirts of Nacrene. Tomorrow the party would depart for Castelia. Strolling through the thick undergrowth, brushing away leaves in the shadowy abyss, he made sure to find a clearing where no soul could witness what he was about to do.

Following an old road he had found, covered in overgrown veins, he was taken aback when he revealed an abandoned village in the forest. Rotting wooden structures faded with time outlined what was once an ancient settlement. Carefully, he surveyed the area to find no one around so he released Honedge from its ball.

"..." It stared back at him wordlessly before morphing into Lucifer's blade, instantly landing in Minato's grasp. Energy coursed through his body and he knew it shared his thoughts. Closing his eyes, he concentrated, gathering a cluster of wind around the blade before swinging in a wide arc, shredding the trees around them into fine dust. Once again, he pushed another spell, this time summoning Thor to be his sparring partner. The god of thunder swung down his hammer for Minato to counter with a fiery sword, clashing with the entity when Honedge unleashed a shadowy claw that batted the persona away. Taking this chance, he rushed ahead for another blow when he noticed his sword converted his fire energy into a glowing solar blade allowing the veteran to run Thor right through, shattering him.

"That was better than I expected, you did a great job Honedge." Minato, despite the headache from the persona break, complemented the spirit, earning a silent whisper of thanks from his conciseness. Looks like they were now deeply connected at the root, even able to understand each other's thoughts.

Just as he was satisfied with the test, he felt the spirit shake in his hand once more, telling him something.

"What's up? You have something to show me?" His sword pointed in a certain direction, to the barely standing cabin. When he inspected the ancient site, he found a broken bow, likely used back in the days of old as a form of protection against wild pokemon. Honedge pointed at the bow with its blade.

"You want to inhabit that bow?" No, it shook.

"Then you want me to think of a bow?" This time, it shook in a silent yes.

"Alright then, if you want me to picture a bow…" The SEES leader recalled his friend Yukari and her excellent bow skills, mentally imagining the weapon, then her stance when he felt the blade in his hand morph into his mental image. Shocked, the Messiah felt all his memories convert to experience as he fired off an arrow into the trees imbued with garu energy, causing a horde of wild pokemon to wake from their slumber. Stunned in place, he watched the startled birds fly away enmasse, their cries in the night ringing like hollow echoes of the past.

Closing his eyes, this time he pictured Mitsuru and her elegant rapier when Honedge took on the shape of her favorite weapon. Feeling the light weight of his new sword, he channeled electricity through it to see if he could create combinations between his old friend's attacks and the result was a zio powered blade. For the next minute, he went through every member of SEES aside from Koromaru and Aigis to find he had inherited their abilities to some extent.

Finding this new ability incredible, he was mesmerized by nostalgia of time long gone, enough to where he almost missed a leaf whooshing past his face, cutting him. Alerted, he turned to see who his attacker was to find a tall, green pokemon on four legs and a sword-like horn threatening to run him over.

"Hm?" Teleporting away, Virizion stuck its sword into the trunk of a tree before uprooting it entirely, throwing it to the side. Gritting its teeth, angry at the human that had disturbed its forest. Looking around, it turned to discern where the bluenette went when Minato appeared from out of nowhere, causing it to leap back in caution.

"Calm down. I mean no harm…I apologize for disturbing your home." He spread his arms out, letting go of Honedge which floated beside him. He didn't mean to startle the birds in the forest. However, this only further irritated the legendary as it had a deep distrust of humans.

"Viriiiiiiiiii!" It howled, stomping the ground, eyes lighting up in burning embers. Summoning a trail of magical leaves floating in space, shooting them when Minato countered by firing back a barrage of arrows using Honedge, canceling out both attacks. Casting a taferi, he hoped to get away, appearing on a nearby tree top when the pokemon rammed into it, toppling it as Minato was forced to meet swords with it mid air as he spun around when Virizon leapt upwards in a sacred sword. Steel on horn sparked in the night, creating flashes before a shadow claw wrapped around Virizion, throwing it back down to the ground with Minato landing not far from it.

"Seriously, I don't want to fight you, please understand." He made sure they were being as gentle as possible but the grass type was already feeling the pressure from this powerful entity. It wasn't just that this human disturbed his forest in the night but also the energy he unleashed that frightened it so. Just what human could possess such power, the pokemon thought?

Gathering more of its strength, Virizion unleashed a hyperbeam at the veteran, causing him to roll out of the way when he was met with another wave, being blocked by Honedge's barrier in a last minute protect. Channeling all his energy into defense so as to not hurt the legendary any further, he powered up the barrier as much as he could. By the time he was done, no attack from the big goat made it through. It tried unleashing its sword once more, chopping down on the shield, only for it to smash into what felt to be a ton of breaks, bouncing off. Kicking the barrier next with its legs, Virizion tried to break down Minato's fort to no effect.

"Now will you listen? You can't harm me from inside of here," He reasoned with it, unsure if it even understood human speech. Before he could utter another word, the legendary dug its legs into the earth, loosening the ground around him, then lifting his plot of land using its horn like a skewer.

"Oh come on…" said the now annoyed bluenette who just wanted this play fight to be over. He could send out Deino and Woobat to distract the beast, but he worried for their wellbeing if it managed to squash them under its hooves. And so in that moment, as Virizion smashed him and his barrier into the ground, he decided to end this here. There was only one way to get this oversized goat to listen.

Landing on the earth, he vanished in a flash of light, appearing right behind the grass type, switching to Akihiko's gloves, he swung a powerful right jab at its back, sending it into shock. Catching it balance, then as he went for a left, he felt himself punching through a reflect like barrier, surprising the legendary as it took the second blow. Minato then reached into his bag, throwing a pokeball that smacked into its side, completely downing his attacker.

With a one, two, and three shakes the ball clicked.

Seated between an array of food offerings were Minato and Virizion. He had offered some rations from his stash, preferably his best cooking to entice the big green goat into appeasing its anger, yet it still cautiously lingered across him with a glare that could burn holes through his skull. Honedge floated between the two, serving as a mediator between.

"So as I was saying, I meant no harm to you or any pokemon in this forest. We were just passing by and had a small accident…" Minato tried explaining as best as he could, in this awkward atmosphere, where the tension alone would have crushed any other human.

"Viriiiiii." Virizion growled, keeping its distance. The human before it was definitely abnormal and it judged him as being a danger to the forest and on some level, the world. The reason for its aggression was more so an obligation to protect the creatures around it and its trauma of encountering powerful hunters in the past.

Honedge floated between them, and then started to write something on the ground. Being linked to Minato at its core, it wrote in his native tongue, scrambling some hiragana.

'Powerful, frightening human will bring destruction.'

Minato read the message. He started to understand the creature before him and its feelings. How it was terribly mistrustful of humans, how it saw its own kind mistreated for hundreds of years. By the time Honedge finished, it only had one simple question for the bluenette:

'Who are you?'

Virizion watched him with keen eyes, its aged wisdom able to discern any lie. This was its advantage for having lived for hundreds of years. Of course, Minato didn't really see much reason to hide the truth from a random beast. It wasn't everyday people like N could speak to pokemon freely anyways. Slowly, he took in a deep breath and exhaled.

"Fine, I'll tell you."

The legendary tensed, leaning in as its curiosity was killing it on the inside.

"I'm not a human from your world."

"Vir?" Was he lying? No, the boy's words were as crystal clear as the forest streams. It gulped, almost regretting having found out such a forbidden truth.

"And if you need more proof? Those powers I displayed aren't exactly common in this place now are they?"

Virizion nodded, all the senses in its body tingling the moment it felt such a pressuring force press on its soul, causing it great distress. Despite not knowing the origin of personas, the force created to resist Nyx along with shadows, it still trembled at its sheer majesty. Who knew the humanity of this other realm harbored such iron wills.

"Now that we got that cleared out of the way, you get how I mean no harm, yes? After all, someone with bad intentions wouldn't reveal all the cards they have on hand." He saw the legendary accept his story. Minato picked up its pokeball, shattering it with his hand. "You're free to go. I only did this to make you listen."

Once again, Virizion was shocked by the boy. Humans were greedy creatures that used pokeballs to capture pokemon, so for this one to let it so easily…

"What? You want to come with you?" He teased with a sly grin, finally shooing off the green goat. It leapt along the same ancient trail, giving him one last look before disappearing.

Yawning as dawn broke, Minato teleported back into his tent. No need to sneak back when you had the power of fast travel on your side, literally. As his friends awoke, they departed on the first bus ride into Castelia, unknownst to Minato, the legendary he released was trailing just behind, watching him.

"Wow those skyscrapers are massive!" Bianca shouted, looking out the window of their shuttle as it raced across Skyarrow bridge. White and Cheren peered out, also amazed by the mammoth buildings emerging on the horizon.

Passing them were dozens of cars. Some were driving to work, others seated eager tourists that wanted a taste of the big city life.

"Osha! Osha!" Oshawott squealed with the other pokemon, their trainers barely keeping them in check as they hopped from seat to seat, playing a small game of tag.

"Snivy, sni?" Snivy chased right behind, reaching for the otter with its vines.

"Deino! Deino tripped over someone's bag.

"Woooobat!" Woobat flew in circles, showing off its wings.

Later, Minato's pokemon also glued themselves to the window, however their trainer remained seated against a wall. Soon, they came to him, tugging on his jacket but stubbornly, he remained in place. Closing his eyes, he really didn't want to be reminded of that time on another bridge by the sea. Once he knew he was going across Skyarrow, the scenery caused him to retreat away from sight, instead he turned to focus on a mini television on the bus, airing whatever broadcast to distract himself in the corner. Even if he was over his past, it was still painful to be reminded of it.

Currently on screen was a news segment regarding a police investigation of missing pokemon in Castelia, being described by a well dressed reporter.

"We can now shift to a segment concerning Castelia's rise in pokemon theft, with authorities on high alert as the number of tourists visiting Unova continues to grow for the summer season. Just this week, we've had multiple reports from west block of missing pokemon from several residents."

Minato's eyes narrowed, hearing the info. Once again bringing him back to Team Plasma the encounters in both the Dreamyard and Nacrene. The more he thought about the organization, the more convinced he was that they were a bigger threat than they appeared. Once again Elizebth's warning played in his mind of a looming evil seeping its corrupted poison into this peaceful word.

"And as these crimes not only involve Unovain citizens, the Kanto, Sinnoh, and Hoenn embassies have also issued warnings, stepping in to assist their residents amongst this new crime wave. To help further aid in their efforts, the United Regions have collectively called in Interpol to officially join the investigation."

Just as the announcer read the story, the screen shifted to a handsome man with silver hair. In some respects, he resembled an older Akihiko. He was surrounded by cameras atop a high podium, addressing the masses.

"As of today I, Looker, will officially represent the face of Interpol in the great region of Unova. We will be collaborating with the local authorities to investigate, arrest, and contain these new raises in crime. If you have any tips or suspect any wrong doings in your area, we at Interpol have set up our own tip lines for civilian reports."

Arriving at a city hotel, the teenagers entered the lobby adorned with marble flooring, along with crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. For most of the group that lived a major part of their lives in a small, suburban town, this was their first taste of big city life. Because Castelia was a populated city with no place to camp, the trainer association of Unova was generous enough to provide those with more than one badge a free stay to both drive tourism and give time to tackle the Castelia Gym.

"Is this where we're staying? It's really fancy." White retrieved two room cards, one for the girls and another for the boys.

"Right? Castelia is so big, I can't wait to try all the shops they have!" Bianca chirped, she remembered passing a few luxury stories along the way. All those pretty handbags and sparkling jews caught her, with Castelia being the second largest luxury brand seller next to Black city in the East.

"We should also register for the Castelia Gym challenge and find a bite to eat. I heard the nights here can be quite dangerous depending on the parts you travel to." Cheren pointed to a map, highlighting a nearby cafe, one populated by many tourists.

"Yea…I saw the news lady talk about how scary crimes have been on the rise lately…I dunno what I'll do if I lost Oshawott!" For a brief moment, the teenagers shared looks of hesitation with each other. Just how safe was the big city? They were attacked in broad daylight at a Gym in Nacrene after all. Bianca looked to White, who looked to Cheren and then ended the awkward exchange with Minato. Thankfully, they were able to break this tenison with an unexpected injection of Bianca's usual, air headed optimism.

She pouted, puffing her cheeks, "Ok! No more debby downer! We should enjoy our time here as much as possible!"

"Agreed…we should put everything in the past." Cheren huffed, quickly dismissing anymore chaos. Things would remain calm in Castelia, he was willing to bet on it. Logistically, coincidences do happen, but only so many could occur.

"Surely we can't be that unlucky…right?" White waited for an assurance that came in a few awkward grunts and gestures. Each of them brushing away their collective trauma under the metaphorical rug.

Minato felt bad for them, having their trip ruined by one incident after the other. It was like they were cursed. Just as he was about to follow his friends he received a call from an unknown number on his Xtransciver. Walking to a secluded area, he answered.

"Who's this?"

"Hi Minato. It's me, Black. Been a few days, how are you?"

The veteran hid away, "I've been well. What about you?"

"Thankfully the Sages didn't suspect anything when I got back. I have to thank you for helping me back there or I would have been toast. Oh, but this wasn't the only reason I called."

"I thought as much. I saw Interpol officially set up shop in Castelia on the news this morning."

"Ohhh, then that saves me some explanation then. Keep White away from our headquarters please? I don't want her jumping me while I'm on my coffee break, but this isn't what I called you for you either."

"Hm? Then what for?" And through an unknown number no less, Minato thought.

"I got some texts from sis the other day about you two saving Nacrene's museum from Team Plasma. Since we're still conducting the investigation in secret, will it be ok if we get some information from you? You already know my identity so it'll be easier for us to work with you instead of beating around the bush."

So they wanted information? Maybe he could pry some more info out of him too. The veteran nodded, "Where do you want to meet? I'm at the Marriott near south street."

"I'll send you the address, hold on. Come during closing hours so we can talk in private."

Traversing through a row of historic buildings that embodied old Castelia, Minato passed several alleyways full of hidden gems. Unlike the bustling tourist district with its modern luxuries and superficial charm, the shops he encountered here were all local. Frequented by only the most loyal customers, rumor had it that they served the best dishes in the city. Looking at the address he scribbled on a piece of paper, he entered a particular bar in the dead of night.

Amber lights lit the interior, bathing it in an otherworldly hue, seldom devoid of life. What was once a lively establishment now remained dormant with stools, tables, glass, all clean as could be. It was as if no life had touched this ethereal place at all. Whoever ran this establishment did a wonderful job scrubbing away evidence of police activity, Minato thought.

Once he was inside, he took a seat at the table, when someone in a grey hoodie emerged from the back.

"Thanks for coming, Minato. Sorry if this was on short notice." He revealed his face, showing he was the same brunette from before, Black. The dark shadows created by the amber shading his face, obscuring half of it in darkness.

"No problem. I do what I can to help. Although I have to say…" He narrowed his eyes, "Did it have to be in a shady place like this? If I didn't trust you, I thought I'd be getting jumped."

Hearing this, Black burst out in laughter. "Pft hahhaha! We can't have you at HQ, Minato. If I'm a spy infiltrating Plasma, then what do you think they'll do to us?"

"I'd send spies of my own to get even." He concluded.

"Exactly, that's why we bought this place, so we can't be watched." His friend said, his tone flat.

One, two, no three more people were in the back, including several pokemon hidden in the shadows he counted. And they weren't friendly…

"Another way to say you can't be held accountable for your actions, I presume?" He knew when he was being monitored. The Kirijos had taught him well.

"I don't know what you're talking about…"

Click.

A shadow floated by, likely a Yamask as it landed a pair of handcuffs on the bluenette. Then, from the back came several people including a familiar face he had seen before. Messy brown hair with sharp eyes, Blake emerged with a Dewott.

"Minato Arisato, as superintendent and true head of Interpol in the Unova region, you are under arrest for obstructing investigations and leakage of classified information!" Blake announced.

Author's Notes:

Here my character design for Minato in the fanfic. Covert the word dot, in a literal "." and close the gaps in the link

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Minato goes to Interpol jail arc is starting. This is the second time I've put a Minato in jail. The last one in Messiah of Decay went to Mafia jail.

Blake has his plans. He'll be similar to his manga counterpart but just older. He always came off as a psychopath to me, the way he interacted with Rosa and was pretty underhanded at times by breaking his own organization's laws. However, he's not a bad person, just emotionally stunted. Also, Interpol in Pokemon can arrest people, unlike the one we have irl.

White and the rivals are finally feeling the heat of Team Plasma causing trouble around them and it'll get worse from here. I always wondered how the world functioned when you saved the museum in the games because everyone acts extremely unconcerned, same with news spreading in the manga. The only way I could explain this was Ghetsis had brought out the police and the media and that's why Plasma wasn't being hunted down by every angry mob in the street.

Virizion got released but it's now Minato's new stalker.

The Gym Leaders, like in the manga are working to stop Team Plasma in a similar plot line as here they have both the light and dark stones tucked away. Although they've also called in Interpol for help.