Authors Note: I do not own any of the shows featured in this story.
It's rated PG-13 or T for teens.
- Mature Themes
- Violence
- Moė situations (lol, probably not)

I originally started on another crossover called "A Terrible Mess," and unfortunately, I Never finished it. This story is somewhat based off that story but is a complete reboot and totally different from the original story.

It was posted here a long time ago... And it's still on

It was originally a pokemon and digimon tamers crossover... But now I added one more show to the mix for the better and a more dramatic storyline.

Prologue: New Story, New Lives, Same Ol' Folks

No matter how much you wish time could stop, it won't. That's how it was, is, and how it will always be.

Celebi knew this well especially as a time guardian, he accepted this and lived his life with a semi-denial of this truth by traveling through different time periods, often times without a person's knowledge, drawing close to them, watching from afar.

Time is short, not long, no matter what anyone says to you. 86400 seconds and 1440 minutes were the same even if one has a bigger number; it's still one day. This was still 24 hours which probably meant nothing to the small green creature other than that with time, others die which wasn't the case for him for technically he never grew old and weary with age, just grew more in self-denial.

Time never truly lost memories; people choose to lose them, that was for sure, often mistakenly believing that once hateful things spoken or done could and will be truly forgotten but if you asked those whom were hurt by it, they haven't even if they tried fervently to let it go, the heart never forgets.

However, one thing does change.

Destiny, it can change at any moment, any sudden introductions can warp the time's eternal path. That was, is, and has always been true, that Celebi could be sure.

Dark thoughts went through Celebi's brain as it flew through the forests of the World it's known so well, trying to escape the future that would soon come across the Earth.

Dark energy swept through the Earth-lifeless, it left everything it touched. Celebi wished to cry but there was no time and he needed to be strong for the forest pokemon and himself; there had to be a way to stop them without getting others hurt or involved. Looking down, he could suddenly smell something vile, this odor poisoning his senses as he stared down at what was causing this dreadful decadence.

Blood-everywhere. The scene was gore at it's worst-bodies ripped apart, fleshed melted to the bone, babies barely hatched with little to survive on their own!

These creatures! Who did they think they were? A god? Anger crept upon his soul as he watched at the corner of his eye, a lion-like creature grab onto a metapod's body as it tried to harden as he took a long dagger and sliced it open ever-so-slowly as to watch it suffer as slime slipped out it's body, death taking it's toll.

The butterfree inside fell out, it's usually bright colors not formed yet, just slime over it's black wings and body, it's eyes with bloody tears coming down.

"Be Free!" It almost sounded as if it were calling it's own name, just a wanted promise as it lost it's breath and the murderer moved onto it's next prey.

Celebi could hear it's last call, a call to him that he couldn't answer. He wasn't strong
Mew-it was near; he could feel him, his energy level was nearly impossible to ignore even in his weakened state.

Fire shot pass him. It's energy destroying everything it passed, not caring about the lives it affected.

Celebi questioned his own soul, his whole soul consumed by unsurety, hatred, and pity caused by the monstrosity these "things" were causing.

"Bii!" Celebi screamed as he saw a parasitic red creature with pincers coming straight for him, it's mouth wide open.

He prepared himself for death but before it close it's pincers, a black ball of energy shot through the air, colliding into the creature as it screamed a deathly scream as the energy flew through his body, killing it immediately.

Frozen in shock, Celebi watched as it fell to the ground, not a bit of blood coming out but it's body slowly disappearing. None of the other creatures seemed to care but one seemed to come to it's side, not to console itself or the creature but seeming to suck it's soul into it's own.

Cold, horrible creatures, they were.

Looking up, Celebi could see his hero, a small white feline called Mew. It's bright blue eyes darker than normal as it cried over the lives that had been taken, maybe even sad over it's own killing someone.

Mew wasn't known for fighting; it was a peaceful creature, generally known it's playful ways, only getting involved in fights when it only needed to fight. For it come out, Celebi knew that a dark future was even closer than he thought. It was like an omen for him to feel the need to battle.

A pink light surrounded Mew, it's aura following him as he moved through the crowd of creatures, trying to make peace with them but failing miserably.

"We are Digimon, the rulers of your world now." An arrogant clown spoke, a smile on his dastardly face, his soul blacker than the deepest abyss.

"Does it make a difference to what you are and what I am?" Mew asked telepathically as it flew in circles, speaking with the movement of it's body to express itself as many humans use their hands as they talk.

"Foolish little rookie!" The clown creature yelled as his eyes flashed angrily. "Of course it matters."

Mew stopped mid-glide, deciding to fly upwards into the sky, it's long tail following.

Celebi decided to go southward in that case. They couldn't both be taken down; there had to be a way to save their world before it goes crumbling down before a man and these strange and new creatures.

"Eterna Flames of Hell!" One of the creatures yelled, it's energy burning a fourth of the forest as Mew dodged the attack again by teleporting somewhere else.

"The time of Rebirth has begun!" Mew called out to the Celebi sadly.


Celebi couldn't believe his ears, not wanting his ears, his soul frozen in time. The time of Rebirth couldn't be here now! That prophecy was thought to be false by many of the legendary Pokemon. Had they all forced themselves to deny the undeniable, forcing themselves to believe that their beloved world would be there forever, them along with it.

Time seemed to slow down even for the time guardian as Mew called upon him to

"Silence Wall!" A girl stood in front of Celebi, her aura being of celestial origins, a power beyond anything Celebi ever knew outside of maybe Arceus.

Could this girl be Arceus in a human form?

Her power went through the forest, protecting and destroying, her eyes never leaving the protecting of one target. That was Mew.

"Please, get away from here!" Her young voice called out to him, causing him to recognize her.

Could this be the sailor senshi of death and rebirth? Sailor Saturn, the one he called into this world.

Her energy reached the skeletal hand, destroying the holder of it and the hand itself but causing an onslaught of creatures to come forth and attack her with the plan of killing her.

They had to do something even if it were to slow the ending of all life for a short time.

"Digimon." Mew spoke telepathically to Celebi, "Thats what they are. They came to destroy our world. Please, as time guardian, send this girl away; she will forget many things but when the time is right, she'll cause a revolution. It'll awaken the heroes of legend!"

With that, Mew shot thousands of balls of energy into the ground, causing a smoke cloud to come forth as Celebi went to the girl and sent her to the home of a boy he once met.

"Thank you."

Pokemon World
Pallet Town, Kanto Region
Ketchum Residence
7:00am - 9:00am

Ash Ketchum, a young teen full of dreams and aspirations, woke in his bed to the sound of Mr. Mime and Pikachu cleaning up downstairs, but by the sound of it, his little mouse pokemon was causing more trouble than help.

He sat up in his bed, barely awake, his eyes half-closed. His messy hair unfixed as it would stay like it would be any other day. He didn't bother looking in the mirror, never did. That was for girls.

The only time he did look in the mirror was to flex his arms or to take a good picture of him and Pikachu together.

"Pika Pi!" Pikachu came running up the stairs, jumping into his arms in ecstasy.

Ash smiled childishly like a ten year old although it had been six years since the first day they met. He may not be that young anymore but he still had the heart of a child, pure and kind, never letting go of his dear friends for anything.

Mr. Mime ran over, holding a broom over his head, protectively as it tried to explain in it's language how it liked to clean up by itself with only the help of Ms. Ketchum.

"Mr. Mime, he only wanted to help you." A soft female voice spoke elegantly, a voice different from the teen's mother.

He turned slightly, remembering that there was another female staying there now; Ash wasn't quite to this idea yet especially since his mother told him that she didn't feel it was appropriate for him to walk around in his boxers shirtless, anymore.

"Good morning, Ketchum-san." The pretty girl said, her accent odd to him, it was obvious she was not from the Kanto region.

"Ohayo, Hotaru." Ash replied, keeping his eyes on the violet eyed female.

She didn't seem like the type for anybody to want to hurt although that was the way his mother found her, bloodied and clothing tethered.

"How are you feeling this morning?" Ash asked with wide eyes.

Hotaru smiled slightly. "I'm fine, Ketchum-san." There she went on again with the formality stuff again. This thing she called proper. "Hows your mom feeling this morning?"

Extreme formality yet she didn't even ask him about himself, but Ash didn't feel like acting like he cared this morning seeing as even when he tried to argue with her, she always seemed too disinterested to argue back with him.

"She's fine." He replied in monotone.

"Ah, Hanako-san is feeling better then." Hotaru repeated with a slight excitement, "then how come you're still here?"

What kind of question was that? Wasn't this his home sixteen years and six months before she came to stay with his mother?

"I thought you said your dream was to be a Pokemon master. Can you achieve that at home?" she asked, her eyes peering into his own.

There was a silence as the words sunk into him like a knife digging into his soul.

"My mom doesn't want me to leave." Ash finally said, twiddling his fingers together. "She says I'm too much like my father."

"Are you happy at home?" Hotaru asked.

Her only answer was silence, his brown eyes staring blankly at counter where they usually sat for the meals of the day.

"Professor Oak said that Gary mightve discovered some new Pokemon, much similar to Polygon."

Ash's eyes brightened up to her words, suddenly pumped. "Really? I should go see the professor!"

It was that moment that Ash noticed Hotaru, this mysterious girl smile and walk away, almost somber seeming.

"Hey, you wanna come with me. I'm sure he wouldn't mind, Hotaru."

"Pika!" Pikachu agreed, raising it's paws in agreement.

Hotaru asked Mr. Mime permission and quickly dismissed herself to go with Ash, an agreement Ash was happy that she obliged to do.

They both needed to get out the house, Ash knew it. She was obviously an adventurer like him even if she knew next to nothing about Pokemon.

Maybe, he could get her to start on her own Pokemon journey like the one he started ten years ago. How fun would that be?

Aww... Ash couldn't contain his joy from the thought. Nothing made him happier than going on those adventures, fighting Team Rocket, learning about different creatures, making friends, going against gym leaders.

Maybe he could get Brock to join them and it could be like the old days.

Wait, how could he be so selfish knowing his mother would be lonely without him, saddened?

Still, he didn't want to be like Misty! She was stuck in Cerulean City, forever there until her sisters learn unselfishness or until she dies unless the gym is closed down. That was a lonely world, a world without his dreams, without anything to fight for, a world that made no sense to him.

The walk was slow or so it seemed even though the Oak mansion wasn't that far from his house. He showed her around and to his pokemon that he caught over the years, numbering to over two hundred.

They were all so different and he remembered every detail like it was yesterday, their likes and dislikes, all their little small details.

Hotaru slightly smiled, intrigued. She could see how much he loved his past life and the passion he had in his soul; it somehow put her at ease.

Her fair hand reached out to the Tauros, it bowing it's head, allowing her to pet it's rough coat.

"Youre not like the bulls where I'm from." She chuckled, her laugh childish but making her already attractive face prettier.

It was the first time Ash had ever seen her laugh, the moment almost took him by shock. It fit her so well, this joy he saw in her face.

It was also the first time that he realized that she actually was nice looking, not that he cared but being a guy, he noticed that sometimes. It wasn't like he looking for a relationship; that was the furthest from his brain.

They walked away again, this time looking for his Bulbasaur, explaining how they met and how he ended up becoming an ambassador for Oak's lab.

She listened intently, not once interjecting her own thoughts and feelings, her bright violet eyes seeming interested in all that he could tell her without giving into a moment of annoyance.

"You know, Hotaru-chan," Ash started, copying her formalness. "I like your smile and laugh."

Hotaru blushed embarrassedly. "You do, Ketchum-san."

"Yeah." Ash smiled excitedly. "Its pretty."

"Ash!" Professor Oak called out, his voice powerful and strong even if it's tone sounded weaker, easily sounding like an older version of his once rival, Gary Oak.

"Professor Oak!" Ash ran towards him, grabbing onto Hotaru's fair hand, running with her behind him.

"Ohayo, Oak-sama!" Hotaru stated emptily.

"i wish it was a good morning. It seems that Gary has disappeared and the results for who will be our new governor is in. Youko Giovanni will be governor of both Viridian City and our home."

Ash frowned. "I don't really care about politics."

"Everyone else seems to like him, Professor. They seem to like the idea that they'll make this city as rich as Celadon City."

Professor Oak shook his head incredulously at the two teens. "I have a bad feeling about this. If he's anything like how he was before when he was a student of mine, this city will find they made a huge mistake."

Hotaru could imagine. This was a small town with relatively naive people; they'd believe almost anything thrown at them even if it seemed obnoxious. Honestly, she didn't know whether to think it bad or well off for them to be the way they thought.

Besides, it may have been this thinking that may have allowed his mother to take her in as if she were her own although not knowing a single detail about her.

Ms. Ketchum was a kind woman; she owed her life to her for taking care of her, paying her hospital expenses, loving her as if she were a Ketchum without some kind of hidden agenda. Professor Oak was kind also even if this was truly her first time meeting him; he helped behind the scenes with her, always there for the Ketchum family, never thinking about himself first.

Hotaru listened to the professor speak, noticing a deep worry resonating in his voice, obviously about his grandson.

"Oak-sama, may I help you find your grandson?" Hotaru interjected in the middle of their conversation.

"Miss Hotaru?"

"I promise I won't get in your way; I'll bring him home, safely." Hotaru was determined, her fist clenched together, she pushed it forward before he could deny her. "Before you say no, I want to let you know that I wanr to do this."

Professor Oak stood shocked, her eyes amazing the old man. Never had he seen such pure determination in all his life; it was almost like having an ancient warrior of legend standing before him.

"You don't have any experience nor any Pokemon. I'm sorry but I can't put you in danger. Officer Jenny is doing her best with the leads she has."

"What if you gave me one... My first Pokemon and what if Ash came with me?"

"No means no." He repeated sternly. "Tracy will be looking after the lab; I'll be leaving to the Sinnoh region in an hour. Don't you worry, Hotaru. My grandson will be fine."

Hotaru nodded her head.

"Hotaru, it's 8:45, we should head back home. Breakfast should be ready." Ash said, acknowledging this being the best time to leave.

"Ketchum-san! aren't you worried in the least?"

"Lets go!" Ash mumbled, knowing how stubborn the person in front of him could truly be.

Real World
Tokyo, Japan, Asia
CrossRoads High School
3:00pm - 4:45

Kazu sat lazily at his stand, waiting for the new model to come in, this supposedly popular rich girl. He could careless; it wasn't like he became a painter for the idea of being a painter for a fashion ad. The girl probably wasn't even all that. They never were.

"Make sure you're all on your best behavior!" A woman in her mid-forties spoke, a lady with pleasant features but knew next to nothing to what could make her more desirable in a man's eyes.

Kazu pictured her plenty of times so much better looking with clothing that actually fit her instead of the baggy pants she wore everyday, making her butt look saggy and the oversized shirts that didn't show the wonderful curves that she hid so regularly.

Agh, he sounded like those ***s on tv, talking about fashion in their spare time like it was the most interesting subjects in the world. Still, becoming a painter for his spare time, it made him notice the smallest details about everyone, even himself.

The thing that sucked most about it was that he wasn't even that good at drawing or painting; Kenta was ten times better. People actually looked like the pictures he drew. Still, for some reason, girls tended to like his pictures much better.

His kind of art always looked slightly different from the person he was drawing, preferring to add what he thought what would make them look better, including sometimes the occasional making breast much larger on paper. Maybe that was why they liked his art a little better.

"Maybe I should quit this..." He muttered to his best friend, Kenta.

"Eh?" Lifting up his glasses from the bridge of his nose, Kenta turned slightly to his much nicer looking friend. His beady eyes confused and showing it quite easily.

"I joined this club in hope to meet hot girls..." He muttered under his breath.

"I thought you said you like drawing."

"I lied. Heck, to get accepted, I had to steal one of Takato's drawings and since then the teacher has been wanting to see the passion in the picture that I didn't even draw." Kazu hissed, making his mind up about quitting.

The door opened and quickly, Kazu seemed to stop in mid-stride to the front of the room.

"Rika?" Kazu and Kenta whispered in unison.

It had been five years since the last time they had seen her. However, it felt like forever, seeing how much she had changed physically.

Her violet eyes were as cold as ever, her stance as bored as ever, lips frowned as if she still hated the world, Rika stood there with her arms crossed over her newly formed chest.

She was definitely as pretty people claimed, and still a tomboy or so it would appear.

Turning her eyes to their direction, you would think they had never met, not once seeming to acknowledge their presense.

"Wow, she's so pretty!" A pretty third year student named Tsukino Usagi exclaimed, her opalescent blue eyes shining with true admiration.

Kazu smiled, his mind in bewilderment to how she could be so outspoken, never worrying about her cool factor.

"Don't you think so, Kenta?" She giggled.

Kenta blushed profusely, refusing to comment, turning his face to his desk, looking down shyly.

For a moment, Kazu wondered if it was because of the question or because of the fact Usagi spoke to him. That kid has had a crush on her since before they even met her.

Kenta swore in the seventh grade that when he became a first year, he would speak to her, at least becoming her friend.

Kazu personally thought Usagi was cute too, but felt no reason to ever want to be tied to the thought of one girl.

Kenta had been stuck on her for three years, praying for a year that she'd break up with the guy she's supposedly been engaged to for three years.

How could any male ask a girl to marry them before they go to another country? No one is that loyal. He sure wasn't. That was for sure.

Rika stood in front of everyone, removing her jacket as she moved to the table, the area she assumed to be where she'd pose and stand still, looking pretty yet idiotic llike the average model she knew.

"Don't you want to explain why you're here?" the teacher asked with a noticeable conviction that Kazu thought was a huge mistake, the girl being Rika she was speaking to in this instance.


"Miss Nonaka, I think your mother aka your boss would like that." the woman said, her voice evidently annoyed.

"You don't know her." Rika said, her eyes narrowed. "You wouldn't even know what her favorite color is if I asked you to buy her a dress the same color as her favorite."

Kenta's mouth stood wide open as Kazu nodded with a sudden joy he couldn't explain.

"Then please explain it for me... To the students."

Rika shook her head again, rejecting her ideas of her job. "Is that not your job, no disrespect." Flipping her fire colored hair behind her, she frowned.

Annoyed, the art teacher and coordinator of the club stood up, her skinny arms tensed, already annoyed, she began to explain the project with false ecstasy.

As the explanation went on for what seemed forever, Rika sat down, her arms crossed and eyes peering outside the window. Kazu had to admit that it was odd to see her after so long; while she seemed still the same, there was something that seemed to be missing about her that he couldn't explain.

Five years ago, no one wouldve ever thought they'd ever separate from eachother, yet they did. Times changed so much within so little time. It was almost like they didn't really know eachother anymore, not that he'd ever say he knew her well. Still, there was something different about her.

"I thought Takato would be here." She mumbled before noticeably becoming embarrassed that she said it aloud.

"Takato-kun, eh?" Kazu whisperered playfully into her ear.

"What are you getting at, Baka?" Rika nearly screamed accusingly, not allowing him to even enjoy the joke no longer than a second.

"Rika-san, you really did miss us, eh?" Kazu chuckled, enjoying getting a reaction from her.

"No, I just wanted to give him the kick I'm sure I owe him." Rika mumbled, her violet eyes twinkling at the thought, a slight fondness obvious between them still there in her soul.

"Just a kick?"

Kenta turned in the direction of the conversation, slightly interested.

Usagi smiled being the nosy girl she had always been, her kind, beautiful blue eyes glimmered in excitement. "My woman intuition says you like Takato-san more than you give off."

"Woman intuition?" the three younger teens questioned in unison.

"Yea every lady has it. You just haven't found it yet, Rika-san."

"Well, maybe, your womans intuition needs some working on."

Everyone began to sweat at the comment as Usagi frowned ever-so-slightly. "You should meet Rei-chan."

Kazu looked at her, wondering what she meant by that but decided it'd be better to not ask.

Pokemon World
Route 6, Viridian City, Kanto
Pokemon Tech School
6:00pm - 6:45pm

Giselle didn't know how to feel about the new governor of Viridian City, and co-owner of her Traning School. Her auburn eyes worried and dazed stared out the window, waiting to see if Joe had gotten any information on this man.

No matter what anyone said, she knew Giovanni was not to be trusted. It didn't matter how much money he may have had in his bank account, she knew that man was doing illegal things even if she couldn't put her finger on it.

Never had seen eyes so cold, so hateful, so greedy. Still, he seemed to have the world in his hands, shaping them into what he wanted as if they were nothing but clay in his hands, waiting for the clay to harden like his heart.

Her cellphone rang from the bed but she ignored it. Joe knew better than to call her on the phone; all the students phones were probably wired so that he could hear their conversations. Still, it kept ringing for five minutes straight and then it just suddenly stopped.

Holding onto her pretty face, gazing out the window, she waited. Joe was nowhere to be found.

Knock, silence, knock, knock.

Was that Joe there? Did he find another way to come into the school that she didn't know about to get to her room?

"Hold on." She whispered as she stood up, a grin on her beautiful face, "So what cha got on Gio..." She opened the door before even checking to see who was out there but upon seeing who was there, silence fell upon her.

It almost felt as if her throat closed up on her.

Giovanni stood there, his signature frown on his rather daunting face, a slight smirk forming upon seeing the fear in her eyes.

"Miss Yuto, you seem nervous?" Deep and mysterious, he spoke onto her, his cold eyes veering into her soul.

"I-I'm not..."

He smiled at her statement, raising his hand causing her to flinch for a moment before surprisingly resting it on her shoulder calmly. "There's no need to lie to me, young one." His words were deeply insincere and she could sense it easily.

"I didn't expect you to be outside my door..." She said as she suddenly paused, noticing a red liquid on the bottom of his shoe, a disturbing smell coming from it.

"Giselle, sixteen years old, the top of her class..." Giovanni spoke proudly, seeming to not notice her shakiness, "You are the type of person I would like on my team. Your cunning-ness and knowledge an be used for so much more rather than just getting badges for just computer Pokemon battles. Even more, your beauty is even surpassing that of a Milotic, making you worthy to be my wife."


"Call me Sir Giovanni."

"Giovanni, I'm sorry. I cannot be put in that spot; I'm sure you can find another woman your age for that spot." Giselle spoke bravely, her auburn eyes narrowed, sarcasm noted in her voice.

Giovanni smiled, his cold eyes unchanging. "Y'know, I can have you arrested for what you were doing earlier." He chuckled.


"You were causing mutiny within my territory against me." He whispered as he pulled some papers from his back pockets, blood evident on them, a smile coming on his face, this time a sincerely dark smile. "Using your friend Joe for it; I thought you were smarter than that."

Throwing the papers onto her chest, Giovanni backhanded her in the face almost as quickly as she caught the papers, knocking her down.

"There's nothing there, you stupid little brat!" He hollered, his voice shaking the very foundations of her soul.

Standing up slowly, tears fled her eyes. "Why is there blood on these papers?"

He didn't even move to pretend like he cared to speak.

"What happened to Joe?" She whispered.

His eyes stared at her, enjoyment entering them.

"Speak to me. What happened to him?"

Tense silence.

"Where's my friend?" She screamed finally, rushing towards him, trying to slap some sense into him as he grabbed her wrist, twisting it and throwing her away from him.

With a smirk on his face, he spoke, "Let this be a lesson to you. Do not get in my way. My plans are much deeper than you, me, or anyone else on this planet. Understand that."

Walking more into the room, he threw off his suit jacket, closing them inside the dorm, the walls closing off any sound to the outside world. "Pack your bags, tell everyone that you've decided to leave this school due to some plans with your parents. Go back to your nice home in Hoenn and live a peaceful life. I'll find you again and see if you have changed your mind on things."

"This is my home. You know I don't have any parents, no family, no home outside of this place. I have no friends..."

"Too bad. I wish you the best then." He snidely said.

Dropping to her knees, tears fled her eyes uncontrollably onto her fair skin, using her long brown hair to wipe her own tears. "Can I at least see Joe before I leave, know that he's fine."

"You already see him, you see the deepest part of him." He chuckled.

There was silence as she slowly took him what he said, her eyes viewing the papers in her hand, the smell of blood suddenly intensified within her senses.

"I wanted to try my experiment on him, y'see..." He went on to say, "but he was such a fighter when it came to accepting my thoughts and will. He wouldn't do as I told him, prepared to die rather than hurt you."

'My friend, Giselle, she's so weak compared to what she shows the world.'She read on paper. 'I'll protect her as long as forever.'Tears dripped onto the blood-stained paper.

"Here's something funny, Miss Yuto. You wanna hear?" Silence answered his questioned as he continued anyway. "You were waiting for info on me from him but instead I came instead with information straight from his brain, his unrequited love for you. I was surprised by how much he thought of you as this went on... Y'know, now that I think of it, if he's dead, it's all your fault."

Joe... Dead? Joe... experimented on? Joe... This couldn't be true. He was bluffing!

Time seemed frozen for what seemed forever as she laid her hands on the ground, trying to feel the ground underneath her, wanting in truth for the ground to crumble underneath her.

Maybe God would for a moment be so kind to her and take her away so that she could not have to live with this memory forever.

Almost as if reading her mind, Giovanni spoke, "My dear, I'm your God from this point on and I will make your life a living hell."

Her body trembled at the sound of his words.

"I'll extend my mercies upon you again. You can either leave this place without saying a word, no drama or you could help me with my mission. You choose. It's your choice."

Still she kept silence, her brain barely functioning.

The choice was simple. However, he wasn't going to win. That was something Giselle knew.

Taking a moment to gather herself, Giselle slowly stood up and forced a smile upon her lips.

"My lord," she started, her lips slightly trembling, "I'll take the first option if I may." Her words were cautious and her mind quick as she spoke, her words being more than just formal but overly dignifying. "Please allow me to say goodbye to my classmates..."


"I've known them for six years. They're all my friends; they deserve a grateful leave at least."

"Ms. Yuto... I'll give them your regards." Giovanni stated simply, not trusting her anymore than a magicarp could defeat a charizard.

"Alright, then tell them I said thank you and I'll see them soon."

"Is that it?"

"Tell your people that this isn't the last time that they'll see me and I will be back for Joe. You will not get away with this..."

Giovanni laughed mockingly. "Get out, child. You're wasting time."

Cerulean City
7:00pm - 8:30

"I don't have any money to give you for losing the gym battle!" The woman cried out after losing a devastating defeat by the hands of Misty, the water-pokemon gym leader.

"It's okay, ma'am." Misty consoled.

"No, it's not." The woman cried out again, looking for a little something to follow the usual rules of battling.

"It was just for-"

"Got it!" The woman interrupted, taking a pouch and sticking her rather big hands into it then suddenly pulling out a jewel that could've lit up the world with it shining in the moonlight.

"What is it?" it certainly was beautiful however, it looked like it was worth millions of dollars, maybe even trillions.

"It's nice isn't it?" the old lady said with intense interest.

The sixteen year old fire-headed girl shook her head. "I couldn't possibly take that... You could sell that and just give me a small percentage of it." She laughed trying to hide the uncomfortable feeling she had at the moment.

"No you don't understand; this thing is legendary... There's only two in the universes. It is the twin of a crystal called the ginzinshuu, a crystal with the power to destroy and rebuild."

This woman was totally crazy! Who'd she think she was? Ash Ketchum? Only he would get involved with something this ridiculous and call it normal.

"Please get away from my gym with that thing! Get out! Just get out!"

"It's from the Silver Millenium! The Clefairy worshipped it's power and the true owner of it! Do you know how much power this crystal contains?" the older woman screamed, her beady green eyes bloodshot.

Misty stared incredulously at the woman.

"Take it, please."

"Will you leave if I take it?"

"Yes, young lady, just take it."

Without another word, Misty took the crystal into her hands, the object suddenly starting to glow as she looked around and saw the lady was gone.