Hello there! Welcome to my story! This started off as a one-shot... and then turned into a really long one-shot... and then finally I broke down and it turned into a multi-chap. Haha! XP

Yes this is an AU, and yes there are going to be shippings. Poke, Contest, Ikari, and LeafGreen/OldRival are going to be the main ones, however there will be littler ones making appearances, such as Ferriswheel and Kalos and such. XD

A great big happy (half) birthday to my good friend Misty Ketchum97! I know how much you like Pokeshipping! This one's for you, girl!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy! :D

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I've been told that the world we live in is different than the one generations before us. My mother used to reminisce about her own childhood and how the world had changed since then. She told me that people and Pokémon used to work side-by-side; she said that Pokémon were kept as pets sometimes and to trainers they were sacred partners. She told me about a League system they had and about Gyms and badges. The world she grew up in sounds wonderful, at least to me.

It's hard to fathom though, the way we live now. Mother said technology boomed in the past few decades and that's why everything started to change. Our cities look a lot different, she said. The rusty-colored skyscrapers and bright neon blue sidewalks used to be brick buildings and pavement. She said it all felt futuristic, like we'd been thrown into the future one day and never realized it.

The biggest difference was of course the Pokémon. No one had Pokémon anymore, no one even saw Pokémon anymore. Mother said science had hit a point about fifteen years ago where they could re-create the powers that Pokémon alone used to be able to produce. Thunderbolt, Flamethrower, Hydro Pump; she said they all used to be Pokémon's moves but science had given them to us humans in a metal casing instead of in a warm, furry body. She said that that was when everyone was forced to release their Pokémon and that that was the last time humanity was connected to Pokémon. Then they severed ties and split, the two races taking different paths.

She said everything had gone haywire since then. Gyms were shut down, Leagues were demolished, and the new system was put into action. We were trained now, since birth, that all we needed was technology. All we needed was the metal vessels the leaders gave us, not Pokémon, and with that we could survive and make a living.

We took jobs now, starting at the age of 18. If you were even a day late in picking your career you were punished. No one knew what the punishment was, but rumor had it that it was brutal. These punishments were administered for other rule breakings too, anywhere from robbing a bank to clocking in late at school and you were punished. It was a strict society, but it ran well and no one questioned it.

Mother said other systems had been set into motion the day the Pokémon were let free. The region said it was to make things "easier" and to run faster and more efficiently. Mother said that the inscription every young adult received on their eighteenth birthday had never existed when she was younger, nor did the ever-running clock every baby was given at birth, telling exactly how long they had before they'd die.

I was born before the clocks came around. I consider myself lucky; I wouldn't want to know when I was to die.

The system had changed since she was little, Mother said, but some things hadn't. There was always opposition, she said. Opposition and those that refused to abide by the rules. She spoke of these people as if they were saviors, and only recently did I find out that our family was considered one of these rule breakers. My mother had kept her team of Pokémon, despite the order to free them. She said that they taught children and adults alike valuable lessons, and that going without them was a crime.

I hadn't realized how much she risked by keeping them, but she thought it was worth it. She said that her team was worth more than her life, and in the end, that was what she had ended up losing.

My three sisters and I were raised in a household that believed Pokémon were things to love, not ostracize; still to this day I believe that Pokémon are good, and that maybe one day they can help us revert back to the magical-sounding world Mother had talked about. I believe it and I'm willing to fight for it.

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Chapter 1: Start

"Wow," Misty squeaked, craning her neck and trying her best to see the top of the building. She couldn't do it; it was just too high. Her eyes wandered back down the building to the small black letters engraved into the side of the pure metal structure. It glinted in the sun brightly, reflecting everything back like a crystal clear mirror.

'Department of Services' it said.

Misty snorted lightly to herself. That was rather generic; they could've called it something more explanatory. It'd taken her nearly an hour to find it; the letters could be bigger as well.

Misty Waterflower found herself on the day before her eighteenth birthday and without a job. Her older sisters had poked and prodded her her entire seventeenth year to pick out a career, but Misty had been stuck. Should she choose a job like a lifeguard? She loved water and being a lifeguard was a job that nowadays didn't require much work, due to the fact that the pool immediately began to drain if it sensed someone thrashing about. She'd be bored senseless if she took a job like that.

Next she wondered if she should become some sort of marine scientist. She'd always been fascinated by the creatures in the sea, as well as what technology the sea provided, but after reading all of the math classes she'd need to take before she could start, she realized she'd never have enough time to take all of the prerequisites before her eighteenth birthday; she'd missed her chance. And even though she still wasn't quite sure what the penalty was for not having a job at the age of eighteen, she was pretty sure she didn't want to find out.

So, after countless hours of reading, groaning, yelling, and frustration, Misty had finally settled on her job choice. When she told her sisters she'd decided to become a bounty hunter, they'd all three spit out their morning coffee in tandem.

Misty hadn't been sure about the career at first, but as she read more and more about what it would entail she found her mouth curving into a smile and her heart pitter-pattering excitedly in her chest. She wanted a job with some physical grit, and that's what she'd get being a bounty hunter. Not only that, but Hunters –as they were called for short- were the number one recipients of the metal vessels with the power of Pokémon.

Misty had been more than fascinated by them, and the prospect of working with a vessel every single day was just about more than she could handle. In the end, it'd been what made her decision final.

Bounty hunters were also one of the most prided and looked up to professions in the Kanto region. The heads of the region seemed to take great pride and excitement in their crop of Hunters, so Misty figured that at least she'd get a decent salary, even if the vessels turned out to be something not as exciting as she'd hoped.

And so, on the day before she turned eighteen she found herself in front of the gigantic mirror building, inside of which would be the man, the paperwork, and the uniform that she'd receive to start her first job. She was nervous, yes, but excited.

With a deep breath she pushed forward, stepping into the realm of the automatic doors as they quickly skidded to the sides in her presence. The cool air of the building hit her full-force, blowing her hair back behind her as quiet and slow music drifted into her ears. If she'd thought the outside of the building was impressive, the inside was magnificent.

She once again craned her neck, her eyes bugging and her mouth falling ajar as she saw once again she couldn't see the ceiling. The middle of the building was completely hollowed out and she swore she could see at least fifty stories up. There was a long shining metal staircase which wrapped around the inside of the building, spiraling up and out of sight with doors to rooms unknown branching off of the staircase every few feet. The entire atmosphere of the building was dark, maroon and purple being the colors of choice for everything from walls to doorknobs.

"There has to be a hundred doors just on the first several floors," she breathed to herself. She had no idea where they led, but her inner child wanted to run up the staircase, poking her head inside of each and finding exactly what this building held.

A loud, "Ahem!" brought her out of her thoughts and she quickly shut her gaping mouth, swallowing and bringing her attention back onto the situation at hand. The building was beyond posh, and wonderful, and she was really contemplating running up the staircase and opening all of the doors but she refrained. It smelled like sugar and flowers, and she finally spotted why when she found the person who had interrupted her.

Behind a wooden desk smack dab in the middle of the floor was a small and stout man with a full brown beard and a completely bald head. He had a box of donuts and a jar of lilacs on his desk and they were what was making the entire bottom level smell like some weird pastry shop. He adjusted his tiny round spectacles and held out a hand to motion Misty over.

She jolted to life, quickly scampering over to his desk, her tennis shoes squeaking awkwardly on the dark purple tiled floor. Only then did she realize exactly how quiet it was. Aside from the soft music and her squeaky shoes, she couldn't hear a peep. With all of the doors she expected some sort of noise, even if it was people entering and exiting them.

"Hello young lady," the man piped up once she'd stumbled her way to his desk. He gave her a small smile, again adjusting his glasses. "What can I do ya for?"

"Oh!" Misty exclaimed, clearing her throat. She'd nearly forgotten why she was here in her marveling. "I was told this is where I apply for a job?"

"Ah yes," the man said, rummaging around in the file folders he had hanging in a stand off to the side of his desk. "What's your name?" he asked, plucking a piece of paper out of one folder and smacking it down onto his desk.

"Misty Waterflower," she answered.

He grabbed a pen and scribbled her name onto the top line. The minute he'd finished the last 'r' the other blanks on the paper began to glow a bright neon green, some otherworldly force filling them in with impeccable cursive. When the words had dimmed the man nodded. "Misty Waterflower, birthday June 9th, currently seventeen years of age and unemployed. Has completed all former levels of schooling with high grades and acclaims." He nodded again as if he was truly impressed. "Well then, dear, what job will you be taking?" His eyes shined excitedly as he leaned forward and looked up at her in anticipation.

Misty took a deep breath. This would be her fate; rarely if ever were citizens allowed to change their profession once they'd started. "Bounty hunter," she breathed.

The second to last blank on the forum then glowed bright, just like the others had. She watched as the ink appeared out of nowhere, slowly inscribing 'bounty hunter' onto the line before dimming again.

The small man clapped his tiny hands excitedly. "Splendid! What a wonderful career choice Ms. Waterflower!" Misty nodded. It wasn't just the higher-ups in the region who took a shine to Hunters; nearly everyone in the region seemed to adore them. "Alrighty then, if you could just sign here," the man said, swiveling the paper around to face her and handing her the same pen he'd used.

Misty leaned down and placed the pen to the paper, quickly scribbling away her signature before handing the pen -which had been uncomfortably warm in her hands- back to the small man. He took it from her and placed it on his desk, grunting as he shoved out his fancy-looking maroon plush chair and stood up. He snatched the paper with a smile, nearly dancing around the desk and over to Misty. She realized just how small he really was when he made it around to her, his shiny bald head only just barely reaching her shoulders.

He rolled the paper up into a cylinder and whipped out a small piece of string, tying it around the scroll and into a pretty bow. The paper then sprung to life, shooting out of his hands and floating in the air in front of Misty's face for a second before shivering and flying up and out of sight.

"Where did it go?" Misty squeaked. She'd been witness to all kinds of tools that the "science" of Pokémon had given Kanto, but she had also heard of all kinds of types that citizens had never seen before, types that only the government and leaders used.

"Oh, it's just going up to filing, that's all. It'll be up there for the entirety of your time working. Say, what's the count on your clock? How long will we have the pleasure of being your employer?" he smiled up at her and she shook her head.

"I was born too early; I don't have a clock." Once again she was grateful. Sometimes she knew of adults who were given meaningless jobs simply because they were destined to die at a young age and the employers didn't see a reason for hiring them for anything more meaningful.

The man tsked. "Too bad. Ohwell! It doesn't really matter! You have an outstanding record so I'm sure you'll be around and with us for a long time!" His words weren't very reassuring. The man then snapped his fingers and the door closest to the ground level swung open, revealing a teenaged boy with unruly brown hair.

The boy's eyebrows flew up before he nodded, jogging out of the room, closing the door behind him, and skittering down the few steps to the ground.

"We have a Hunter!" the stout man exclaimed. The teenaged boy's mouth curved into a smile.

"Really? We haven't seen a volunteer for a while." He held out his hand. "Hi, I'm Tracey, the Professors' assistant, the Department's assistant, Joel's assistant," he said, motioning to the stout man, "and pretty much everyone else's assistant too." He let out an awkward laugh. "I'm really busy." Again he laughed although it seemed to Misty like he was on the verge of collapsing.

She took his hand, shaking it once. "Hi, I'm Misty Waterflower."

Tracey smiled and the small man, apparently named Joel, spoke up again. "Alright, now that the introductions are over and done with, Tracey, would you take her up to her post, please? They'll explain everything to her there."

Tracey nodded. "Sure thing; let's go," he said, nodding for Misty to follow him. She gave Joel a quick nod of thanks as he gave her a tiny wave. She jogged after Tracey as he started up the grand silver staircase, taking the steps two at a time until he realized she was falling behind.

His pace slowed and he looked back over his shoulder. "What made you want to be a Hunter? We don't see many girls taking that job."

Misty panted. She wasn't used to stairs; she'd lived in a one-floor condo for her entire life and so even a few dozen really took it out of her. Man, she'd need to start working out more if she planned on becoming any good at her job; Hunters were known for their physical strength and endurance. "It sounded… interesting," she said, peering down over the railing and shivering at the height. They'd only been climbing for a minute or so and yet she was already around a few hundred feet up.

Tracey shrugged. "Yeah, I guess some find it interesting. Anyway." Tracey stopped abruptly, pulling open a door on his left and reaching in an arm. Someone appeared to hand him something and he shut the door behind him. "Here," he said, handing a stack of fabric down to Misty.

"Oh," she squeaked, taking the clothing and nearly dropping the tiny scroll of paper on top. "What's this?"

Tracey began his climb again. "Well, the clothes are your uniform, and the paper on top is just some information for you before you start training tomorrow. Although, you will be meeting your team today."

"Eh?" Misty peeped. "Team?"

Tracey peered back down at her. "Y-yeah, all Hunters have a team… did you not know that?"

"W-what?" Misty laughed, although it was easy to see through her façade. "Y-yeah, I knew that! Everyone knows that." She clenched her jaw. She hadn't even started yet and she was already in the dark on some things; she really should've read that pamphlet on Hunters more thoroughly.

Tracey chuckled and she slouched. Yep, he'd called her bluff. "Don't worry," he said. "That paper will tell you everything, plus, if your teammates are nice, they'll clue you in on some stuff too."

Before Misty had the chance to ask any of the seemingly hundreds of questions floating around in her head he'd stopped again.

"Here we are!" He turned to another door, yanking it open and motioning her inside. Misty barely caught the door before it closed and quickly slipped inside. The door shut with an unnerving click and Misty once again was surprised by her surroundings. Everything was metal, the floors, the walls, the ceiling, all of it. It looked like pipes in some places, other places looked like circuit boards, and some looked like the front of a car's grill. Tracey clanked forward on the metal and looked down one of the three hallways branching off of the small metal box-room. As far as Misty could tell the hallways were all made of metal too. What kind of place was this?

It was dark, but green-ish glowing lights seemed to peer out through any cracks and crannies in the metal, giving the air an odd neon tint. Misty could hear deep chugging noises along with high pitched scrapes and hisses. She couldn't even begin to guess what was making the sounds.

"Alright, it should be down here. If I remember right team 2E is on security duty." Tracey then took off down the hall in a jog again and Misty struggled to keep up, having to hold the scroll of paper on top of her uniform with her chin to keep it from rolling off. He sure was a busy assistant if he insisted on nearly running everywhere. "Yep!" he called, halting in front of doorframe without a door.

Misty peered inside of the room when she'd caught up. Everything was still made of metal, but on one side of the room was a wall of tiny screens, all displaying a different image. Beneath the screens was a panel of numerous buttons and levers and things that sparked. Misty was positive she didn't want to touch that board; she could see herself accidentally causing a fire in an instant.

But the thing that really caught her eye and made her heart rate quicken, were the two humans inside of the room, one standing at attention, watching the screens with eagle-like precision, and one lazily swiveling around in a rolling chair.

"Here's team 2E, your new assignments," Tracey said happily. "Now, you all get acquainted; I have… so much to do." Tracey slumped over, dragging himself back down the hallway they'd just jogged up and out of sight.

Misty took another deep and steadying breath before officially stepping into the room.

"You're a girl!" The figure in the chair sprung upright, jumping out of her chair and crushing Misty in a hug. "Thank Arceus!"

"U-Um," Misty stumbled. "Hello to you too?" she chuckled uncomfortably.

The girl attached to her midsection quickly pulled backwards. "Oh! Sorry! I've just been stuck with a bunch of guys for the past two years and I'm really starting to hate it. They're so boring; they talk about such boring things." The girl made an exasperated face, slumping over and shaking her head.

Misty smiled. In a way she'd been a little afraid she'd be stuck with a bunch of guys too. The girl in front of her quickly straightened, her brown hair bouncing, a new and bright smile stretching across her face, making her bright and lively blue eyes shine.

"I'm May, by the way!" the girl said, holding out a hand for Misty to shake. "And that stoic idiot is Paul." The girl named May shot an annoyed look out of the corner of her eye at the boy, apparently peeved that he'd made no move to greet Misty yet.

Misty took May's hand and quickly shook it, daring a glance over at the boy who had yet to even acknowledge her presence. He had shaggy plum-colored hair and sharp black eyes which never once wavered from the screens in front of him.

"I'm Misty," she said, turning her attention back onto May. The brunette plopped back down into her rolling chair and motioned to a plastic one across from her.

"Sit sit! You're our new teammate! We need to get to know you!" Misty quickly scooted over to the chair and gently sat down, her heart rate still elevated. She was nervous, although she couldn't exactly place why; her team members seemed really nice so far… at least May did, anyway.

"Well, I'm from Cerulean… I grew up with my mother and three sisters..." she trailed off. Misty had no idea exactly what May had wanted to know, although she herself had questions slowly building in her own mind. She really wanted to know more about her job.

May seemed to take the hint and nodded. "Yeah, sorry, I'm sure you're probably kinda overwhelmed. I'm May Maple, I've been a Hunter for two years now, although I still haven't gone through training since we don't have enough team members." She rolled her eyes.

"Enough team members?"

May nodded. "A team of Hunters usually consists of either three or four people, usually four although with the decrease in volunteers nowadays we do have some three man teams." She let out another excited squeal and clasped her hands together. "I'm so excited! Now that we have three people, that means we can start training! We won't be stuck doing boring jobs like this, right Paul?" May glanced over at the boy who still hadn't moved an inch.

"Mm," he grunted.

May exaggeratedly rolled her eyes. "He's grumpy, like… all the time. It's kind of a drag. You can imagine how boring it is around here if I'm stuck doing stuff like this with him." May stuck out her tongue at Paul who didn't even acknowledge her insult. May shrugged. "I think he's just grumpy because he got some weird inscription when he turned eighteen. He still hasn't shown it to me; I bet it's something really embarrassing." Paul shot her a menacing glare and she snickered to herself. "Which reminds me; how old are you?"

"Seventeen," Misty replied. "Although, that'll be changing tomorrow."

May leaned forward in her seat with a grin. "Really? Tomorrow? You cut it close. So you'll be getting your inscription tonight then; you excited?" A sparkle lit up her eyes as she awaited Misty's answer.

An inscription, one of the region's other systems put into place to make things "easier". Every young adult on the morning of their eighteenth birthday woke up with a tattoo-like mark on their wrist of the first thing their future mate would ever say to them. Kanto had thought it easier and more efficient; people wouldn't spend or waste time dating if they simply knew what their partner's first sentence to them would be. Misty was excited, in a way, but she also thought it took some of the mystery out of the entire ordeal.

"Yeah, I guess," she replied with a shrug.

May chuckled. "Yeah, it's kinda nerve-wracking, but exciting." She held out her wrist for Misty to see. "I remember waking up with mine. I think I got ripped off, personally, I mean… is that even a word?"

Misty leaned forward and read 'Hmph' inscribed onto May's wrist in black cursive handwriting. "I think so… more of a sound. Kinda generic though; it might be hard to tell who it is with just a huff."

May nodded. "That's what I thought too, but turns out I don't think I've ever met someone whose first reply was just… hmph." May shrugged. "I was pretty upset at first but hey, at least it's unique."

Misty glanced over at Paul who was refusing to take part in the conversation. "So he doesn't want to share his?"

May shook her head. "I've been trying to find ways to read it but he's pretty good at hiding it. One day I'll find out what it says, Paul. One of these days." May giggled to herself before shaking her head. "Wow, we really got off topic, didn't we? So we know a little about you, I guess. We'll have forever to learn more! So do you have any questions for us to start out with? That paper there has basically all of the information you need about tomorrow and being a Hunter in general, although I'd be happy to answer any questions I can."

Misty took a deep breath. She did have loads of questions, everything from exactly what a Hunter's job was, to who would be training them, to where they were. She had no idea how to start; maybe reading the paper at home would just be easier. "Um, where are we?"

May pointed a finger at her. "Good question. Right now we're in the Hunter's Headquarters." Misty's eyes widened and May nodded. "Yeah, it's kinda small, huh? It's actually a lot bigger than it looks. There are a ton of hallways. It's really easy to get lost."

"Said from experience," Paul muttered with a smirk.

May shot him a glare but blushed. "Seriously. It's really easy to get lost."

"Is this where I'll come tomorrow?" Misty questioned, a light smile playing on her face. Paul was quiet, but at least he had a sense of humor. Maybe after a bit of time she'd be able to start befriending him too.

May nodded. "Yep! Same way you were led here. I think we're the… 143rd door up if I remember right. I dunno, if you get the wrong door it's not like it'll let you in anyway, just try them as you go and the one that opens is the one that you're supposed to go in."

"I can't get in those other doors?" Misty asked. Part of her excitement sank. She still sort of wanted to open each one and see what was inside.

"Nope. All doors are locked unless you have clearance. They probably marked you as cleared for this door and… maybe the first, in case you wanted to talk to Tracey."

Misty nodded. "Where do those other doors go, anyway?"

"Other Headquarters," May yawned. "The Department's building leads to every career choice's main building. Pretty nifty, although I feel bad for the people who work up on the four-digit floors, they must have leg muscles the size of rockets. It also kinda sucks when we get to go home; everyone's released at the same time so the staircase gets pretty crowded."

Misty slowly nodded to herself. So she'd be coming to the gigantic mirror building every day for the foreseeable future. She'd be coming in the same door and leaving through the same door. It'd be easy to remember, at least she hoped it would be. "So, you've been a Hunter for two years, although you haven't gotten any field work?"

May nodded again. "It's a real bummer, although it'll totally make up for it now. I can't wait to start training! A lot of people say it's drop-dead exhausting but honestly, I think it'll be fun."

"Mm." Paul again contributed to the conversation, no matter how minimal.

"In Paul-speak that means he's excited." May smirked as Paul again shot a glare at her before continuing. "I honestly don't know what training is going to be like. I guess we'll all find out tomorrow!"

Misty smiled. "So we'll be a team? At least that's what Tracey said...," Misty blushed. "Um… what's a team for?"

May raised an eyebrow. "That sheet of paper should tell you all about it, but in short, a team is the group of people you'll be working with until you retire. Again, usually three or four people, and we all stick together on missions and assignments. We'll also be being trained together so I'm assuming we'll be doing some team-building stuff."

Paul groaned at the mention of 'team-building' and May once again rolled her eyes. Misty wondered how May's eyes weren't sore if she'd been with Paul for two years and in just about five minutes she'd rolled her eyes around three times. "Will we be getting another teammate then? If it's usually four people to a team?"

May shrugged. "If another one comes around they'll probably be assigned to us, but who knows. And who cares!" May said, throwing her arms up in the air and spinning around once in her chair. "We finally get to do something!"

Misty smiled. She still had tons of questions but somehow figured that maybe reading the paper before pelting May with inquiries would be a better idea. Surely she'd be just as open to answering questions tomorrow as she was today.

"Anything else?" May asked sweetly, leaning forward and propping her chin in her hands.

Misty slowly shook her head. "No, I don't think so… I'll read this and then get back with you," she said, plucking the scroll off of her lap and looking at it closely.

May nodded. "Yep. That's probably a good idea. It'll have more credible stuff than I do. So read that tonight and get back with me tomorrow on questions! I'm sure you'll have time to ask me during training. Oh, and make sure to wear your uniform tomorrow too."

Misty for the first time truly took a look at what May and Paul were wearing. They were skin-tight and stretchy-looking navy blue uniforms. They had long sleeves and long pants with a brown and black belt tied around the hips. A zipper went up the front of the uniforms, and from what Misty could see, May wore a tank top underneath. They both had on black sneakers and May had her hair tied back with a red bandana, in bright contrast to her dark uniform. Misty nodded and May clapped her hands.

"Alrighty then! It sounds like a plan!"

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Misty flopped down on her bed with an exaggerated 'ugh'. She buried her face in the mattress and took a deep whiff of home. May had been right; when the buzzer had sounded for them to go home… the staircase had been a jam-packed mess. Thousands of people came flooding down the staircase, all pushing and shoving to get down and to the door the quickest. It'd taken half an hour to get out, even though coming up the stairs had only taken about five minutes. It was ridiculous.

Misty couldn't help but smile. She was actually excited. She'd start her job tomorrow and she'd already made at least one friend. May seemed to love her, although she couldn't tell about Paul… he was hard to read. Maybe he liked her… or maybe he hated her… she'd have to watch him closely to find out.

With a sigh she sat up on her bed, glancing over at her uniform which she'd flung over her desk's chair. It was great. She'd tried it on and it'd fit perfectly. She spotted a patch on the left shoulder of her uniform. It was a bright yellow shield-looking shape with a red cross in the middle. She wasn't sure what it meant; she'd have to ask May.

Speaking of asking May… Misty snatched the scroll of paper off of her nightstand and eagerly undid it. She'd been thinking about reading the scroll all the way through dinner with her sisters. They'd been more persistent about asking her things than she had been with May, and she hadn't been able to answer a lot of their questions. Although, they did seem happy that she was excited, which was nice.

Misty took a deep breath once the scroll was undone and began to read the contents.

~The Bounty Hunters Union of Kanto (BHUK) welcomes you to our ranks. We look forward to your service and expect only the best.

For the past decade the Bounty Hunters Union has come forth to serve the great region of Kanto without fail. Hunters are put through grueling and maturing tests of physical and mental strength and will and produce only the best results. Hunters have a highly regarded reputation among both the populace of Kanto and amongst high-ranking officials in other regions. We expect the best; do not disappoint.

Hunters are the region's protectors and servants. Hunters are expected to always uphold five codes throughout their entire time in service, as well as after retirement: Strength, Perseverance, Honestly, Honor, and Humility. A Hunter will also abide by five rules of hand throughout their entire time in service, as well as after retirement (stated and explained during training of the Hunter).

Hunters are chosen amongst the best and most promising youths of Kanto, which is why the BHUK has continued to uphold a high and mighty reputation. We expect you to help us retain this reputation and build upon it; if you in any way, shape, or form fail to meet expectations, the highest of punishments will be administered. We accept only first-rate service.

Upon choosing the path of a Hunter, youths will be assigned a team of either two or three other members with whom they will be trained, as well as who they will fight alongside. Hunters put their lives in the hands of the other members on their team, and therefore form unbreakable bonds with those members.

With that team they will undergo training of the mind, body, and soul. Hunters, as the most acclaimed persons of the region, will each be entrusted with one of the Professors' Metal Vessels. Each Hunter will be trained upon usage and upkeep of the Vessel they are assigned and will use it as their weapon for either their or the weapon's life.

Hunters are trained to take missions, both domestic and international, for both citizens and leaders. It will be a Hunter's job to carry out whatever task they are given without complaint or mistake.

A Hunter, once fully trained, will then be at the military's disposal, serving Kanto's great leaders in whatever way they are told. Hunters will ultimately be used for capture and/or removal of fugitives and criminals, including but not limited to those who have betrayed their region.

A Hunter and their team should be ready for departure or missions at any time of day or night, and should be able to perform their best under any circumstance.

There are five ranks administered as the BHUK sees fit. Every hunter is categorized according to one of the five levels.

Yellow- Kelima rank for new members of the BHUK.

Orange- Keempat rank for members undergoing training of the BHUK.

Red- Ketiga rank for members newly graduated from the training of the BHUK.

Black- Kedua rank for members who have been in active duty serving the region.

White- Pertama rank for members who are of highest regards and have demonstrated outstanding will and dedication to the Kanto region during duty.

Rules and regulations regarding Hunters are subject to change. If this ever should occur, all Hunters will be notified immediately.

If you should have any questions upon completion of this letter of service we prompt you to ask an official or training officer.

We sincerely look forward to having you in our association. We eagerly await your service.

~Signed- Lance Wataru (Head of the Bounty Hunter's Union of Kanto)

Misty blinked a few times, rubbing her eyes and placing the paper back onto her nightstand as it curled back up into a cylinder. The letter had answered a lot of her questions, and the rest she figured would be answered in training. So Hunters were used as fighters… she'd known that. She was most excited by the prospect of receiving a Metal Vessel. How long would it be before she got one? Would it be on the first day of training, or would it be as far as a year away? How long did training last, anyway?

Misty felt her eyelids drooping. Yes, the letter had been informative, but also a bit boring, not only that but her first day had been exhausting; so much had happened.

She wavered, her entire body leaning back and forth as she struggled to keep her mind on her questions and not sleep, but she lost the battle, her body tipping sideways and landing on the bed with a thunk, thoughts of her eighteenth birthday –which was only a few hours away- the last thing on her mind as she had fast-paced dreams of weaponry and possibilities.

The 100 Prompts Up to 100 MCs Challenge- #77- backer & The Mega-Prompts Challenge- #26- over 100,000 word multichap- current word count: 6,311

So there's the first chapter! *faints* I never write first chapters this long. XD As you can see, this story is going to be kinda different/weird in the world I'm having it take place in. Misty and May are gonna be pretty tough, eventually, to do the job, which should be fun. XD

I am so so sorry if this was confusing in any way. I have a really hard time explaining things in stories, so if you have any questions at all, please don't hesitate to ask! It's a bit of a futuristic world-ish so there will be weird technology such as the writing on the paper filling in itself. And a lot of questions will be answered in future chapters too. Can't give away too much now can I? ;D

Anyway, I would absolutely adore to hear what you thought of this! It's always wonderful to get some feedback, so anything you send me is much appreciated!

~Foxtail-chan