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Chapter 1: When your Champions have fallen

"You truly are a cruel man, Master." A white hooded figure said quietly as she watched the Unova League's trainers and morphs fight tooth and nail against the Plazma hordes both in, and outside of the arena. "You could have stopped this before blood had to be shed."

The similarly hooded man stared off into the distance, far passed the swarm of Plazma grunts, far passed the trainers, and even farther passed those spectators that managed to flee. He watched the electricity and fire flash across the sky where the brought-to-ruin Plazma Castle laid. He watched the two figures of Unova's legends clash head on, trying to overpower the other.

"Why would I save them all from their own greed?" The man asked and crossed his arms. He looked down from the edge of the area he stood on. Below him where countless trainers and Plazma members fighting in a now bloody war. Stray attacks struck the walls, shaking and claiming small pieces of stone that forged the coliseum. "You should remember what my role is here. I am not working to save anyone outside of our order. I am only here to recapture the duo." His voice was low, carrying authority and disciple with every word. He meant what he said; it wasn't his job to clean up their mess.

"Aren't here to save anyone?" A third figure asked. She bursted out laughing, rocking back some in her seat. "Your name is could have fooled me, Boss. Maybe you should change it to something more fitting."

"You should show more respect then simply calling him 'Boss', Yuri." A hooded male told her from her right.

"Oh please, the big man doesn't mind, now do ya Boss?" Yuri asked as she looked back at the first male. He groaned, going completely silent afterwards. "See, Takashi? No big deal." She shrugged as she looked back at the battling going on inside the arena, her arms sprawled out on the empty row behind her.

"Though it seems that we should end it now. We do need to prepare to depart from the region in a handful of hours." Another figure commented. In her palms was a bright ball of blue energy. In it, showed the battle between Zekrom and Reshiram. She watched carefully to every charged blow Zekrom landed on the Reshiram, who retaliated with blue flames. "I sense that already exhausted. It's time to make your decision, Master."

The boss looked back at the other figures behind him, the first female that stood beside him turned as well. Yuri and Takashi watched the fight inside the walls of the Unova league, the woman with glowing orb, Liliana, continued to watch the legends. The three other figures with them were all silent. One watched the battle, the other two stared at the leader of the group.

"Liliana is right." The figure next to him agreed. "We need to decide on what we're doing now."

The man was silent, running the multiple option he had over. He finally broke the silent that be fall the group by saying, "Yuri, Takashi, Cloyd." The figures that watched the carnage all turned to him. "Since you three have such am interest in their conflict, you can make yourselves useful and stop it."

Yuri groaned and got to her feet, dusting her rear off before dropping her hood to reveal the face of an Absol. "Geez, you know when to kill our fun, don't you." She asked as she impatiently tapped her right foot.

Takashi lowered his hood, revealing a Blaziken with his eyes closed. "So it is requested," he opened his eyes. "so it is done."

The next figure discarded his robe completely, revealing a muscular Terrakion morph in a brown sleeveless with grey sides and baggy grey pants. He reached for the lollipop stick between his lips, taking it out before saying, "Why not? I was planning on joining eventually anyway." He chuckled and looked back to the fray. "Why else would I sneak out of the Hall of Justice? I just hope I find a few decent heads to bash in." He put back in the sucker before pounding his fist into his palm.

"Liliana and Mercy." The former dissolved her sphere and the latter cocked her head to the side. "You two find any civilians left inside and get them out."

"I thought it wasn't your job to save people." The Disaster morph huffed.

"It isn't." He agreed. "But seeing as we are to be involved, it would be a bad idea to injury any innocents in the commotion."

Liliana lowered her hood. "If that's all you ask of me, consider it done." The Espeon nodded with a smile.

Mercy dropped her hood, revealing to be a Liepard. She salute him in a childish fashion. "Mercy gots it!" She exclaimed. Much to the other's surprise, excluding the main figure, she hopped from her place into the ring.

"She does know the entrance to the crowd is up here, right?" Cloyd asked.

"Let her figure it out." Takashi shook his head. "Hopefully it won't take her a day..."

"What about me, Master?" The last hooded figured asked as she stepped up to him.

He watched as the Seviper discarded her robe to reveal her sleeveless navy blue gi. "Akisha. We're going to deal with Reshiram and Zekrom, and there chosen 'Heroes'." He held up a gloved hand in front of him. He stretched his palm open before clenching it shut. "You all have your orders. Unless I need to remain already." Various different replies came, all meaning the same thing. No.

Yuri, Takashi and Cloyd jumped into the ring, starting with the people inside and working outward. Mercy had climbed back up and left to search for stragglers with Liliana. The three left stood there. In an instant, they were gone.

_ -In the ruins of Plazma castle- _

A loud explosion shook the remaining foundation of the castle. The entrance had been blasted with from the initial start of the battle, rubble and debris forcing anyone not small enough to squeeze through the crack at the side to climb over. A trail of destruction led the way inside, nothing in its wake being spared.

The beautiful black tiles were shattered and cracked, craters large enough to stuff a Tyranitar feral lined the floor being separated by mere steps and strides. The columns and pillars that held up the upper levels were broken, causing the roof to give way and leaving more rumble to flood the main level. Hole after hole was punched in the walls and roof, displaying the other rooms.

Everything led through to the side of castle, a hole big enough to fit a tank and half. The very earth under foot had been scorched and burned by the repeatedly clashing superpowers. All their energy had been exhausted, no more dazzling electricity, no more brilliant blue flames. The two legends stared each other down, their breaths coming in short bursts.

Reshiram's modified Team Plazma uniform was in shambles. The right side of her blouse was ripped off revealing a black bra, bruises and blood matted short fur ( A/N: I still don't know whether it's fur, or feathers. Free for anyone to correct me ). Her winged-arms were exposed with visible claw marks running down and across their slender lengths. A part of her skirt was charred a black color thanks to her opponent's attacks.

Zekrom was in a somewhat better stated. Or so it appeared. The black dragoness was in Hilbert's blue jacket and a pair of black shorts, having been forced to wear them upon her sudden awakening. The jacket was almost completely off of the Deep Black morph, left sleeve and what little hid her breasts were left. There weren't any cuts on her other a couple of scrapes. What burns and bruises she had were hidden by the black color of her skin.

It had been a long battle.

"You... aren't getting out of this alive..." Zekrom coughed out. She staggered forward as she tried to get closer. "This time, I'll end you..."

Reshiram clenched tightly onto her left shoulder and she shuffled painfully towards her counter-part. "In only your childish fantasy..." The Vast White morph spat.

They met halfway. Zekrom punched Reshiram in the face, and the latter kneed to Zekrom in the stomach. Zekrom made a blind grab at Reshiram, capturing her hair. Reshiram screamed before receiving a second blow to her face. She lashed her hand out, scratching Zekrom under her eye. Zekrom roared in pain and released her hold of the fire/dragon-type.

The two stumbled back from each other. Zekrom having a cut down her left eye, Reshiram having a broken and bloody nose.

"Hair pulling and scratching. Tsk, all women fight the same on their last legs." The two wearily turned in the direction of the ruined Castle. A male figure in a white overcoat watched them, his arms firmly crossed over his chest. From under the hood, the two could barely make out a pair of red eyes. "Did it really take a comment from me for you to realize my presence? You two maybe weaker then I thought."

"How dare you..." Reshiram growled as she steadied herself on her feet.

"I'm assuming you have a death wish..." Zekrom huffed. If she were in better condition, she would of fired a bolt of thunder at him.

"Death?" He scoffed. "I'm too busy to die." The man stated as he shifted the weight of his body to his right leg. "I'm here to bring you back to Dragonspiral temple. You've caused enough trouble for a lifetime."

"Back to that wretched place to rot?" Zekrom sneered. "Not by some lowly human!" Somehow, the electric/dragon-type found the strength to charge forward at the man.

The figure sighed before extending his hand. "If you want to be dragged kicking and screaming," he snapped his fingers. "so be it."

A stream of blue energy struck Zekrom hard in the chest.

She let out a harsh cry of pain, her movements slowing to a halt. Ice crept from the point of impact and the beam stopped. Frost and ice crawled across her body and brought her down face first into the dirt.

Reshiram looked wide eyed at the fallen legendary as she remained motionless. She turned to face the man as a duo, a second hooded figure and a Seviper morph, joined his side from out of nowhere. What took her most off guard, were the two resting on their shoulders.

The Seviper had Hilbert over her right shoulder and the hooded figure, she assumed to be female from her height compared to the man, had N on her left. Both unconscious.

"N!" The dragoness exclaimed. She tried to step forward but stopped seeing the male figure slid a kunai from his right sleeve. He held it to N's neck, and Reshiram could feel him giving her a beckoning look.

"I'd love nothing more for you to try something." The man said in what almost seemed like a gleeful voice. "Since the day I began working with Natural I've had a problem with some of his... beliefs."

"Who are you...?" Was all the white dragon could manage to ask. A mixed look of fear and hate was inscribed on her face as the figure gave a dry chuckle.

"Lumanite." A ping of realization came over Reshiram hearing that name. "Hiroshima Raigadõ. I thought my voice would remind you of the second person you saw after being revived."

"Take off the hood..." Reshiram demanded in a horse voice. The man didn't response. "Take it off! And show me your mark!" She was going to bark at him another time when he lifted his free hand up to his hood.

He slowly lowered the hood. Medium length white hair rolled out, his red eyes lost some of their glow being exposed to the light and his blank expression appearing as permanent as a mask. His dark yet pale complexion and his attractive features would have labeled him handsome if it weren't for the current situation.

"... Hero..?" Reshiram said in weak voice. Her body couldn't continue to support her. The dual-type fell flat on her, struggling to even hold herself up in that position. "I thought you-"

"Were on your side?" He finished, tilting his head to the side. "I wore the outfit and played the part. That doesn't cement me as a part of your click. As for the proof of my clan..." He put away the knife in his hand and reached for his left sleeve.

In one clean pull, it came off. Hero's shoulder down to his elbow was covered in spiraling golden runes. On very top of his shoulder was a sigil of Arceus' head on a shield much like Team Plazma's.

Reshiram was dumbfounded. A member of the Lightguard had been in plain view of her for the past three months and she never picked up on any signs.

"I work only to keep order in this world." Hearing this, the two women threw the trainers on the ground in front of them. "Region after region, problem after problem, disaster after disaster..." Hero started to walk to her. "My family and the smaller clans that work for us have_always_ kept the legends in check. Even now that only a handfull of us are left alive," He stepped over the body the frozen Zekrom. "Even now that those left don't know of their own origins."

He stopped in front of her, the two staring into each other's eyes. Reshiram couldn't defend herself, and even if she could her attacks wouldn't hurt him. She hadn't felt this useless in hundreds of years. The man that would trap her back in that infernal sphere was standing in front of her and she couldn't do a thing.

"Given up?" Hero asked as he crouched down to her level. The dragoness didn't reply. "Not fighting back?" Still no reply. He was losing his patience now. "If you don't talk," His left hand shot to her throat in an almost blinding flash. "Than a scream will suffice fine."

A muffled gag came from Reshiram as she desperately began to claw at his arm. "W-why are you doing this to me?" She just barely managed to choke out. "Y-you're not suppose-" She gasped for air. "to hurt... us..."

"You broke a very important rule, my dear." Hero said calmly. He released only some of the pressure on her windpipe to allow her to breathe. "I'm punishing you, not Zekrom. Team Plazma caused a number of problems, and after you joined them thousands more came. On a number of times you, under your Hero's order, have injured both humans and Pokémorph for a selfish purpose."

Reshiram's eyes had been clenched shut for his whole speech. When he finished, she forced an eye open. "Selfish?" She repeated in a pained voice. "I've been working to separate Pokémorphs from their salve masters! N saw the truth, N saw that when these groups join together only one stands as a person, the other is treated as a pet!"

"N had been fooled into seeing the lies his father fed him." Hero retorted. "He had been raised believing whatever Ghetsis murmured into his ear. Have you seen how the trainers treat their morphs?"

"As battle tools."

"As partners." He corrected. "They all willing fight together. One would fight while the other advised. None of them denied this, none cried for injustice." Reshiram could see a blue flame in his chest. He was telling the truth. "When you were woken, you asked a question: "Who here seeks the truth of the world?" N answered your call, "I am. I've seen the truth. I've seen that humans have only enslaved Pokémorphs". You looked into his heart, seeing that he believed the lies as truth. You saw that he was an honest man. And that, led you to chose him as your Hero."

The fire/dragon-type stared into the searing red eyes of the human. He was right. Every single word was the truth. She stopped fighting against his hold, letting her arms fall to her sides.

Hero gently rested her back down on her knees. "Zekrom fought with Hilbert because she saw he believed in the idea of this world. The Ideal that the two races could live in joint cooperation." Reshiram felt shame wash over her hearing the man's words. "That is why, you must be returned to the Dragon Spiral."

"No..." They heard behind them.

They looked back to see N push himself up off of the ground. His hair was a mess, covered in dirt and sand. His clothes were stained browned from lying on the floor.

He took a shaky breath and looked at Hero. "I... won't let you... take her away from me.." He panted as he struggled to recover.

"I don't think I want to see her go either..." Hero looked over and saw that Hilbert began to raise as well, in much similar fashion to N. "Hey, Mr. Hero... I gotta thank you." Hilbert managed to put himself om his rear, smiling at the Legend Keeper. "If it wasn't for you, I don't think I would of experienced any of this. I gotta thank you for giving me the will to continue on after losing in Castelia city."

"..." Hero didn't say anything.

"S-she won't go back to that stone with me defeating her..." Zekrom groaned as got up to her feet. She turned back to Hero and glared at him. "I won't let you seal her away just yet..."

The trainers get to their feet beside Zekrom. Akisa and the figure prepared themselves to strike, but Hero motioned them to stop.

"It seems as if they want to fight for you, Reshiram. Even knowing your crimes." He folded his arms and looked them over. "... Let's strike a deal."

"A deal?" Hilbert asked. "What kind?"

"I am only to watch over the Legends and ensure they maintain balance. I also am the one who ensures the Legends have a responsible partner to watch over them." Hero stated blandly as if thinking what next to say. "You, N and Hilbert... I'm assigning you an important job. I want you both to keep Reshiram and Zekrom safe from trouble and harm."

The two watched him with a confused expression. "Refuse, and I will bring them back to Dragon Spiral until I can find a worth partner for them myself."

Hilbert broken into a grin, nodding. "Of course! No need to worry at all!"

N choose to roll the question around in his head. "I accept.. if it means staying with Reshiram." He nodded.

"Good..." He received a vision from Liliana. He saw a linked connection between all of them. The Plazma grunts were detained and the civilians were safe and sound. "I guess it's time for us to leave..."

Hilbert gain an inquizitive look. "Where are you going?" He asked as the two morphs moved to stand beside their master.

"To another region, far from here." Hero replied.

"Will we meet again?" N asked as he saw the man cross his arms.

"As long as you both work for me, you can expect my presence some time in the future."

The hooded female held Hero's wrist. He looked at her and nodded. "I wish you all the best of luck in the coming events." That was all the man said before disappearing in a flash of light.

"What did he mean by 'Coming Events'?" Hilbert asked. They soon received the answer in the form of a screaming Ghetsis.

~5 Years Later~

Cling, clang!

He jumped awake from his sleep, his red eyes frantically scanning his room for the source of the sound. He looked beside him to find the 6 year old Sylveon morph fast asleep, her thumb between her lips.

The sound came again and he got out of bed in nothing more than a pair of white pj bottoms. He reached for the steel bat he kept under his bed, finding it after only a couple of misses and made his way to the door.

He opened it and stepped into the hall. The whole mansion was dark, only what little light that came through the downstairs window illuminating the floor level. He strolled down the hall towards the stairs as quietly as possible, trying not to alert the other members of the house and the purp.

He walked passed the hallway mirror (he installed it due his last ex's request) and his features strayed across his vision. It was harder to see the long slash mark that stretch across the dark skin of his chest, but it was still visible. His long white hair reached the mid-way point of his back, tied into a relaxed ponytail with what dropped into his face styled in a bang swept to left side of his face, his red eyes gleamed dull in the low light. He always thought to be handsome with his many good features, he thought himself to be a bit above average. Well, maybe if he picked up more weights he could break his lean build.

Cling, cling cling!

'No time for booking an appointment at a gym, Leon.' He mentally slapped himself as he crept his way faster to the stairs. He descended them in haste as he spun towards the kitchen area. Through the door's crack, he could see someone was in there. He lightly padded to it and reached to push it open.

It slowly cracked and the noise suddenly got louder, threatening to wake the entire house. He pushed it all the he way open and readied the bat in his hands.

Behind the isle stood a Zoroark morph, a steel cookie jar with a Lucario doodle stuck on her left hand.

Leon stared at her, and she stared back. He took in her attire and saw wore red sports bra and laced panties. He had to admit, he always liked the curves of her hips, but he'd be damned if he said that out loud. Unlike most Zoroark, she cut her hair/mane up to her shoulders to better manage it.

"Uh... It's not what it looks like?" She chuckled as she hid the jar behind her back.

Leon lowered the bat and gave her an unamused look. "Ruby, what are you doing up this late?" He asked with a light sigh.

"Hmm..." She paused to think. "Well, y'see, I got hungry and came down 'ere for a snack..."

"You got up and decided to steal Sarah's cookies." Leon finished and pointed an accusing finger at her.

"Leo, steal is such'a harsh word..." Ruby stated while shuffling around on her feet. "I'd say borrow... for ma belly..."

He shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Get you hand outta there... I'll make you something to eat."

Her cheery colored eyes sparkled. "Really?" She asked, not sure if he was joking or not.

"Yes, really." He smiled at her. She plucked the jar off her wrist and almost tackled him.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" She repeated over and over. Leon rolled his eyes and spun her around, earning a squeal from Ruby.

"Let's get it started, non?"

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_ Author's Omake~ _

Hero casually back in his large leather chair, his arms folded over his lap. "So, this a repost of my story over on Fanfiction.net in case what's to come caused them to boot me from the site." I shrug. "New Chapter comes later in the week. Credit to Shadowmaker7734 for his story Pokemorph Adventure which this is story actually ties into."

Live, Love, Learn. Light's out.