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Pokémon Genesis

By Panda Pants

Chapter 1: Awakening

~ ~ ~** Ryoko’s P. O. V. **~ ~ ~

I stared at my reflection for what seemed like an eternity. It’d been but three hours since the fusion, but I was still yet to get used to my new form. You see, I’m a guinea pig of sorts. No, not the little rodent-like creature you see in pet stores. I was a test subject. A few other hapless beginner Pokémon trainers who just happened to be traveling to register for the Hoenn League and I were captured en route to Littleroot. I’m still unclear as to who the culprit(s) were. Either way, it was clear that nothing was going to be the same again.

The tests that were run on us (I refer to them as the Fusion due to the after effects) changed our bodies dramatically. My eyes were still the same deep violet they’ve always been, but with the exception of that, everything else had changed. I currently owned the crimson, lightly feathered face of a Blaziken, complete with the duo of spikes protruding from my forehead (one over each eyebrow) and a long plume of cream-colored feathers that served as my hair. Thankfully, since my hair was platinum blond to begin with, there were no real changes there. The creamy plumage spread down my chest and back, ending at my belt-line. I was (luckily) still wearing my oversized black parachute pants, and so could not see my lower body and feet.

My companions, too, were rather Poké-ish. One girl in particular bared a striking resemblance to a Delcatty (which, I think, suited her perfectly). Her thin body was covered in fine yellow fur, including parts of her that one would think wouldn’t have any fur. You’re probably wondering how the Hell I know this, huh? Well, unlike me, she was unable to retain any of her clothing. In short, she was nude. She had wrapped her arms around her chest, nestling them in her thick violet mane. Her tail flicked back and forth as she obviously grew tired of me and the other boy staring at certain parts of her, er, anatomy.

One of those other boys happened to be one of my best friends. He now had the thin, pale-yellow body of a Ninetails, complete with all nine fluffy tails. He, too, was naked, but he used the tails to hide that fact. Due to the Pokémon blood in him, he looked drastically different. Normally, he’d have short, jet black hair and intense green eyes that could turn any human, male or female, into a puddle of quivering goo. (Don’t start thinking I’m gay, ‘cause I’m not. I happen to be rather attracted to the Delcatty-girl. However, I am man enough, secure enough with my manhood, to say that he was a very attractive individual.) Now, the only things that hadn’t changed were his eyes. His hair was extremely long to the point of him being mistaken for a girl and just as pale as mine. His entire body was covered in the same fine fur that topped his head, though much shorter. The nine tails which sprouted from the base of his spine were wrapped about his figure, hiding it from view. Despite being part Pokémon, he was still as handsome as ever.

The other trainers had been escorted out of our cell, so I couldn’t begin to describe them. In any case, it was quite evident that we were, as of right now, screwed.

" Kai, are you alright?" I asked my friend. He looked up at me, and I bitterly resisted the urge to melt on the spot. His eyes, though still quite fierce, were brimming with tears. I knelt down beside him, wanting to comfort him. I knew better than to do that, though. To Kai, crying was a major weakness. He always tried his best to hide his emotions, to seem calm and cool, even if the situation was far out of control. Apparently, this was too much, even for him.

The female snorted and shifted her position while trying to keep herself covered.

" You two are such losers," she sneered, tossing back a few strands of her now indigo hair behind her now huge ears.

I glared at her. I guess I must’ve glared a tad too hard, for her body soon went rigid. I had obviously paralyzed her.

" Oops…" I smiled sheepishly. Having Pokémon-like bodies must mean having Pokémon capabilities as well.

The effects of the attack wore off quickly, and the girl was soon back to normal… Well, as normal as she’d ever be.

" Maybe we should introduce ourselves," I suggested. " After all, we’re probably gonna be here a while."

The girl sighed and answered, " Tanya."

" I’m Ryoko," I smirked. Noticing that my friend wasn’t about to release any information on himself anytime in the near future, I spoke for him. " He’s Kai."

Kai glared at me, but still didn’t say anything. He apparently had a Glare technique as well, for I was soon on the floor, unable to move.

Tanya began to laugh at my condition. After about five minutes, I had once again regained control of my body.

" Well now, look who’s still alive," sneered a new voice. I spun around in my position on the floor to see someone standing in a previously concealed doorway. It was a man, perhaps a little taller than myself. He was clothed from head to toe in a black jumpsuit. A huge scarlet "R" was emblazoned upon the front of the shirt. The man was holding what seemed to be some sort of air rifle. Something fuzzy was sticking up near the butt of the gun.

" Oh crap, that’s a--!" I managed to yelp before the rifle was fired. It had been a tranquilizer gun, and I now had one of the darts stuck in my left shoulder. Unable to say anything else, I struggled to stand up as the darkness overcame my senses…

~ ~ ~** Kai’s P. O. V.** ~ ~ ~

I wanted to shout when Ryoko was gunned down. I wanted to scream at the bastard who had shot him, to curse him out. But I could not do either of these things. Unlike Tanya and Ryoko, I was unable to use any form of human language.

I stood up unsteadily on my newly formed hind paws, my tails still covering my lower body. Focusing all my energy, I Glared at the man who had taken down my best friend. He must’ve seen this coming, for he managed to release a Lotad and have it use Mist, neutralizing my attack’s effects. I snarled something in Poké-ish and decided to charge at the man. That’s what we trainer’s call a "Huge-Ass Mistake." I had forgotten that Lotad was a Grass and Water type Pokémon, while I was a Fire type. The pesky little Pokémon used Water Pulse, taking a lot of my health and confusing me in the process. I fell to the ground, considerably weaker than before.

I soon found that it was becoming increasingly harder to stay awake. Finally, lost the battle and forfeited my consciousness…

~ ~ ~** Tanya’s P. O. V. **~ ~ ~

I watched in mild shock as the two boys were dispatched. They were such morons. First, Ryoko didn’t move fast enough, and then Kai decided to fight a Water element Pokémon. I, for one, had no intention of being knocked out, especially without any clothing.

Keeping my arms wrapped around my chest, I walked over to the man, hoping not to be K.O.ed as well.

" Going peacefully, eh?" the man sneered in a tone that rivaled my own. I nodded and continued to walk toward him.

" I don’t think so…" With that, Lotad used Mega Drain. I watched in horror as my strength rose out of my body as orbs of shimmering golden light. The Lotad quickly swallowed the orbs. I slid to the floor, a heavy fog setting in over my surroundings. Soon, the world went from silver to black…

~ ~ ~** ???’s P. O. V. **~ ~ ~

I pulled my black cap further down onto my face, hiding it from view. The last thing I needed was one of the Grunts to recognize me. Team Rocket had just restarted itself in Hoenn less that two months ago, and already they were up to no good. I was currently following a trio of Grunts. Each of them were carrying what at first glance seemed to be Pokémon. Upon closer inspection, I found that, to my horror and disgust, the three creatures were actually human. Well, they had once been human. A Blaziken-like boy was being hauled by the crest of white feathers that grew from his scalp. The second of the pawns had a female Delcatty crossbreed draped over his shoulder like a coat. The same went for a sopping wet, rather battered-looking male Ninetails.

I tried to avoid looking at the creatures. Poor guys. I wonder who they are… Or who they once were.

The Grunts turned East in the corridor. I tailed them, morbidly interested in what was to happen next.

" ‘Ey, no Grunts allowed," growled a particularly fierce-looking Executive.

" But what about--!?"

" They had a special assignment."

I was about to continue my protest, but decided against it. I couldn’t afford to screw up this mission now. Steven would sick Metagross on me. Not a pleasant experience, let me tell you.

I shrugged, reversed direction, and walked back down the hall. Screw Steven, I had to help those hybrids…