(Everyone's talking about how excited they are about the whole Team Rocket vs. Team Plasma showdown in the cartoon/anime. I haven't really watched it because I heard N wasn't going to be in it and all that, which made me mad because added N would add more... I dunno "depth" to the story or whatever. OH WELL. Anyway, moving on... I got this idea, and it was really awesome in my head. I'm just putting the preface up right now and continue it after I finish up my other projects (which might take a while) and etc...Enjoy, and all that stuff.

Disclaimer: Ha. Silly disclaimer...You amuse me. Of course I don't own Pokemon, I only own the plot.)

Preface: Declaring War

~The words of Team Plasma deeply intrigued me ever since I first heard them from Ghetsis that day in Accumula Town. Pokemon liberation... To create a place where black and white was clearly distinct; a place where humans and pokemon were considered equal instead of trainer and pokemon — or even worse: the occasional "Master and Slave". I liked the sound of that, actually. However, my tomboyish sister, glasses-wearing best friend since childhood, and ditzy female friend I'd always go to for emotional support thought otherwise. They said it was the most idiotic thing in the world to even consider releasing our pokemon, and since I was in no place to try and argue, I agreed with them half-heartedly and a heavy conscience lingering over my head.

It wasn't long after my fake agreement to their words that HE walked up to us. That guy with that long green hair tied into a ponytail; that guy with that Zorua on his shoulder that was staring at me and ONLY me; that guy I would learn was named N Harmonia — walked up to us. He had bright green eyes — eyes just as bright as the future he wanted—, and they were practically boring holes into me. Not in a bad way, though. He was smiling at me, and I could tell he knew that I was hiding what I truly thought from my friends.

So to try and learn more about what I was truly thinking, he battled me right then and there to figure me out. He didn't say a thing to me even after Snivy defeated his Zorua, but he did say something to my sister and my two other friends.

He said to them 'I agree with the words Team Plasma says, actually. They make an excellent point. Have you ever even asked your pokemon if they wanted to go with you, or if they want to battle? Pokemon have opinions as well.'

My sister was so surprised by his words she couldn't help but avert her attention to my friend in the glasses who said nothing because he obviously felt insulted. In the end, they walked away, and the only friend left, the ditzy one, ran after them out of fear of being left behind.

I watched them leave with no emotion whatsoever, you know. I didn't agree with them and agreed with that guy instead, so I just let them go.

When I looked back to say something to him, he was already walking away. My first reflex was to run the way he was going. However, the first chance we were out of everyone's sight, he disappeared and a ninja ran up to me in his place to give me a letter.

It was a letter from him. It explained who he was — his name being N Harmonia, and that he knew that I was actually agreeing with the words of Team Plasma as he did. The letter stated we would most probably meet again.

And we did.

We met again in practically every city I traveled to. He was actually a pretty nice guy; a guy with morals and thoughts that I would never of thought up by myself. It was refreshing to hear him give his opinions, though, even if he made me look like an idiot. He intrigued me in the same way Team Plasma did.

And then that day in Nimbasa City came where we sat in that Ferris wheel together and he told me he was the King of Team Plasma. I couldn't even BEGIN to find a way to express how elated I felt at that moment. Everything that happened between me and him before this made so much more sense, and the fact he was the King and I was all alone with him right now gave the perfect moment to ask him what I'd been wracking my brain over all the time I've been traveling by myself. I knew if I stayed with my sister and my friends, I couldn't continue to think the same.

I asked him if I could join Team Plasma.

The ecstatic smile that found its way onto N's face made me think that he actually planned on asking me that very thing. He didn't hesitate at all to accept and make me his right hand man who'd always be by his side.

He told me about all he was planning, how I could help, and I didn't hesitate to start right away.

I continued on with my journey as I wanted. I met Team Plasma occasionally along the way; however, they were always being dealt with by my sister who always loved to play the hero. Sometimes I'd help her be the hero too and fight them, but they'd always have that hurt look in their eyes that immediately made me drop out and fall back to let my her finish the damage I had already dealt.

At Dragonsprial Tower, my friend with the glasses — Cheren, by the way— and I watched as N stood in front of that great white dragon he informed us was named Reshiram. His gaze was cold and desolate as he told Cheren he would not stop and shot a smile at me before he flew off out of sight and left Cheren a stupefied mess amongst the great dragon's downy feathers.

Next thing I know, Lenora is handing me that black orb that supposedly holds the "other side" of Reshiram: Zekrom. Apparently I'm the only guy who has any chance of beating him, or so she and all the adults there said.

I can still feel the envious glare my sister shot at my back because she thought she deserved it instead.

Thinking back on it, they SHOULD'VE given Zekrom's orb to her because the first thing I did when I got that overgrown piece of lead was tell N about it. He seemed so happy that I would be a Hero too, and together we'd achieve the goal he wanted SO bad. He even went and told Ghetsis about it. I didn't like the guy at all... Sure, he was N's dad, but that guy…He was thinking things N would never agree to. I knew that because I saw what happened to Genesect in that lab.

I can still remember the pain on my sister's face when she got to the castle's main room, and I was standing there waiting for her with Zekrom at my side. She was angry, and I could see her anger reflected in every tear that streamed down her face. I think it's because of that anger she lost to me. I beat her team in no time at all, and watched as, like someone in a dramatic movie, she fell to her knees in front of me.

I can still hear her voice, hoarse from yelling commands to her pokemon, screaming at me, "I can't believe you! To think, all this time, you were a traitor! You're not my brother anymore! You never will be!"

I didn't care; I didn't care in the slightest. I didn't care even as she was forced to release her pokemon and left the castle to probably tell everyone what had happened.

Ghetsis sure was overjoyed, let me tell you. He kept on rambling on about how proud he was, but was quickly cut off by the words that came out N's mouth.

"Oh, by the way, Ghetsis… For the new Unova I shall create, you are not needed. A person who experiments on pokemon deserves to die. However, I am merciless so you may leave here and never return." N had said to him with the most innocent smile I had ever seen him wear.

I've never had to use up so much willpower to make sure I didn't laugh in my entire life. That old man's face was simply priceless. He didn't even demand a reason; he simply bowed — probably to hide his disgust — and left the room without uttering a word.

It's been a year since that day happened, and we, along with Team Plasma, have reformed Unova into currently the world's most peaceful region. ~

"My Lord Black," Called out a Team Plasma grunt as I turned a corner, concern etched onto his face. "I'm so glad you've finally arrived."

I brushed past him hurriedly, and he began to follow behind me. "Someone at the entrance told me something happened. Lead me there at once, Mikel. It's this way, correct?" I told him.

"Right away, sir." He answered as I let him take the lead.

"Does anyone know how this happened?"

Mikel shook his head. "Not a one. The castle is very well guarded. We don't know how this happened, nor how..." he swallowed. "Someone could do such a thing in such a grotesque way."

Usually anyone who got caught here in the castle was arrested by the Dark Trinity, so whoever did this must've snuck in. It's odd to me, seeing how practically all the Team Plasma grunts have blonde hair and blue eyes and you'd have to be blind to not be able to tell the difference. That's the fault of Ghetsis wanting to create his own little army of pokemon trainer soldiers to control everyone once they released his pokemon. Well, that's what would've happened if we let him stay here. Obviously N realized his true intentions and fixed that problem for us. Nonetheless, I see no problem with them working for us; they are very loyal to Team Plasma.

The grunt I had formerly called Mikel stopped at a pair of doors, and after taking an unsteady breath inward, he opened them slowly.

"What…" I breathed, my namesake eyes widening in shock at the sight before me.

Seven people, all in Team Plasma uniforms, were lying all over the floor of the room with their faces on the floor. Even with them lying like that, it was clear to see they had all suffered the same wound, which happened to be their throats being slit open.

On the wall opposite to me, scrawled in crimson red that matched the color that was currently pooling underneath the still Team Plasma bodies and most certainly could not be paint, were words that looked as if they had been written with a person's fingers. Those words read:

"Team Rocket is back. And we're going to crush you all."

Walking up to the wall, I looked next to my feet to see a silver bucket that would've been filled with paint. Although, I'm sure that liquid was anything but that. These people… They were disgusting. They slit the throats of men to fill up a bucket of paint with blood, and then use it as such?

Glaring up at the bloody message in a way I could only describe as sheer hatred, I said, "Cilan, Chili, Cress…Come here please."

Not even three seconds later, three men clad in black — the Dark Trinity — appeared beside me and gave a slight bow. Yes, that's right. The triplets of the Striaton Gym were the Dark Trinity. Thank Arceus for N telling me that when I first joined, because that helped me distinguish them seeing how they all had a different eye color.

"Yes, Black?" questioned the ninja possessing viridian green eyes, who was actually Cilan.

"…Clean up this mess if you would, please." I told them, turning to exit the room. "N would be appalled by such a thing if he saw it."

"Right away, Hero of Ideals." Answered Cress, the one with the blue eyes.

Once I left the room, I heard the door close behind me as they started to get to work.

I couldn't help but tighten my hands into tight fists as I walked down the empty hallways, processing all that I had seen.

Well, Team Rocket… If it's a war you want, it's a war you'll get.

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(So, that's the beginning. If you're excited to see what happens next, sorry to say… You'll have to wait! I hope you all liked it, though. I think this'll be pretty fun once I get to it, and if there's any errors, tell me so I can fix it once I get around to it again.)