Japan.

A relatively small island nation off the coast of the Asian continent.

But this island has power.

This island has Pokémon.


This in itself was not a cause for interest in of itself.

No, Japan's strength was in the fertility of its land, and the wide variety of Pokémon that gathered there.

Most of the other nations could only hope to have fifty species of Pokémon roaming wild in their homelands, yet Japan has hundreds.

Almost five hundred different native species, with more being discovered every few years.

Now, some would argue that countries such has Brazil have thousands of species of Bug type Pokémon, yet it is limited in that it is fertile only in Bug type Pokémon.

Japan has Pokémon of all known seventeen types.

They were strong.


There was another island nation.

One on the other side of the world, and like most of the other nations, few species of Pokémon were native to this country naturally.

Most of them were the likes of Magikarp, Growlithe and Seedot, but this island nation was abundant in two Types of Pokémon:

Steel. And Dragon.

This island nation was rich in Dragonite, Tyranitar, Aggron, Steelix, Salamence, Flygon, Garchomp, Metagross, Lucario, Forretress…

The Pokémon of this island were strong.


The people of this island went out on ships to new lands and conquered.

They fought other countries, their powerful Pokémon as perfect weapons.

America, Canada, Mexico, Greenland, Iceland, South America, Hawaii, The Falklands, New Zealand, Indochina, The Philippines, Cambodia, Papua New Guinea, the Southern Pacific Islands, Korea, Indonesia, The Middle East, even Japan succumbed to their great armies of Pokémon.

Oh, Japan's Pokémon were varied, and powerful, but as a small island nation, they could only hold out against the enemy for so long.

And years passed.


Japan had been stripped of its name and divided into regions, Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, and more.

The original inhabitants of the nation were made into lower-class citizens, made to bow daily to the foreigners that owned their land.

These foreigners made gyms, a Pokémon League even, a whole system based on the idea that those with the strongest Pokémon were the ones with power, the ones who dictated how the world turned.

There were those who fought against this system. Team Rocket, funded by their European benefactor, fought tooth and nail against this oppressive empire, but they were broken by a child whose sole claim to power was the foreign blood in his veins and the Pokémon he carried on his belt.

They couldn't even get weapons to fight against this boy; guns belonged to the army, everyone else had to make do with their Pokéballs.

But it wasn't just the broken natives who fought against this oppression, this dictatorship.


The young man held the injured woman as the military shot his friend, and moved to kill him. His Lucario and his Alakazam had fallen to the soldiers Arcanine and their Gengar, their Sandslash and all their other Pokémon who outmanoeuvred the young trainer and beat his Pokémon to the ground.

As the soldiers guns aimed for him and the woman, a single thought rang through his head.

I want power. I don't want to die.

'You don't want it to end here, do you?'

The teenage trainer looked at the unconscious woman in surprise, as her voice continued in his head. 'You appear to have a reason for living. If I grant you power, could you go on? I propose a deal— in exchange for this power, you must agree to make my one wish come true. Accept this contract, and you accept its conditions. While living in the world of humans, you will live unlike any other: a different providence, a different time, a different life. The Power of the King will condemn you to a life of solitude.'

'Are you prepared for this?'

The teenage boy hesitated, then nodded. Yes! He thought desperately. I hereby accept the terms of your contract!

The girl pushed up and kissed him.


The trainer let the girl slump to the ground and rose to his feet, looking at the floor at his unconscious Pokémon. "Say…" He asked the soldiers. "How should a Britannian who detests his own country live his life?"

"Are you some kind of radical?" The head soldier snapped. "Huh?"

"What's wrong?" The boy demanded to know. "Why not shoot? Your opponent is just a schoolboy. Or have you finally realized…" He chuckled, holding his hand over his left eye. "The only ones who should kill are those who are prepared to be killed!"

The boy removed his hand, showing a glowing, purple eye with a pink symbol instead of an iris. "What's happening here?!" The head soldier shouted.

The young man pointed at the soldiers. "I, Lelouch vi Britannia, command you!" He shouted. "Now, all of you…" He brought his arm back. "Die!"

The soldiers stopped dead, then began laughing madly. Their Pokémon turned to their masters in confusion, and the soldiers brought their own guns to their necks.

"YES!" They shouted. "YOUR HIGHNESS!!"


That was the turning point. Since that day, I've lived a lie: The lie of living. My name, too, was a lie. My personal history, a lie. Nothing but lies. I was sick to death of a world that couldn't be changed. But even in my lies, I refused to give up in despair. But now, this incredible power, it's mine.

Well, then…


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OH SNAP I DID NOT JUST DO THAT!!

Oh hells yeah I did.

Hear that? That's the sound of your mind being splattered all over the walls.

Now, I decided to not make this a oneshot afterall, and continue the story. Because of this, I also changed the title and the category, but I'm sure you've noticed now.

Now, onto the next chapter!