Renny: So, I may be remaking Emulated. Just . . . I'm doing it differently.

Green: You think?

Renny: Yep. I was an idiot back when I first did it, and I've got a better grip on mental issues and such now, so I should be able to do the remake better. Also, I'm changing the team Green has. Drastically.

Red: Wow, you're going all out, aren't you?

Renny: Yep. Disclaimer!

Red: Renny doesn't own pokemon!

Renny: On with the show!

OOOOOO

Kalos. It was . . . a strange place. A new type had been discovered about three years ago, said to originate from Kalos. A few pokemon already known had this type as well, but strangely enough only ones from Kalos had the type.

Fairy. It was . . . a weird name, for a type, but it was a type all the same. Powerful, too. Or at least, Sylveon was powerful. Others . . . he wasn't so sure about. But he didn't mind honestly.

Swiping a woman's purse that was practically bulging with pokepounds (at least, it looked that way) , the small boy walked through the streets of Lumiose city.

He tugged at the blue scarf around his neck, which hid most of his face besides his eyes, the ends trailing down his back. Nobody would question his choice at this time of year- it was a cold winter anyway. A long-sleeved purple top- it could have been part of his old outfit, had it possessed a turtleneck- covered his body, hiding the skinny, almost skeleton-like body he had.

His bare feet scuffed up some snow, and the boy, all too used to it by now, shook it off. The dark jeans he'd stolen from the boutique place still fit snugly, even if they were a bit wet from the snow still falling.

The Sylveon beside him glanced around at the people passing by, standing still, or otherwise, and suddenly vanished. The boy paid no attention. Once the Fairy type had come back, gripping a small pack of . . . something in his jaws, the boy snapped his fingers and suddenly he was weightless. Then he was in an abandoned warehouse just outside of the city limits.

Five more pokemon waited for the two there. A Goodra, a Noivern, a Gardevoir, a Zoroark, and a Xerneas. The Sylveon dropped the pack when he received a stern look from the Xerneas, and the boy tugged the scarf down.

"I assume you were successful." The Xerneas said.

"We have money, at least." The boy told him. "No food. Again."

"I'm not surprised." The Goodra sighed. "Food is much too obvious . . ."

"Well, maybe I should try!" The Gardevoir cried, looking mutinous. "I'd have done much better than you two!"

"Sure, a fully evolved Psychic type is gonna be able to blend in so nicely in a city." The Sylveon snorted.

"Sylveon, Gardevoir, not now." The Xerneas spoke loudly, then lowered his voice when he spoke to the boy. "Green, she may have a point. As a Psychic type, Gardevoir could easily take some food and make her escape with no pursuers."

The boy opened his mouth to say exactly why it wasn't a good idea, but the Zoroark beat him to it.

"Dude, everyone'd notice." The Dark type said loudly.

"Why is everyone so against this oh my Mew."

"Silence, Gardevoir." The Xerneas said.

The boy, Green, rolled his eyes. "Xerneas, Goodra, what did you two find?"

Goodra looked over from where she was watching a small Spinarak make its' web and blinked. "I'm not sure what it is, honestly, but it's green and it's paper."

"Pokepounds." Almost everyone in the building told her.

"Yes, thank you! Here."

"I had concealed myself as a Lillipup, but found nothing." Xerneas told Green, sitting down on the cold floor. "Humans are strangely protective when indoors, even when feeding a starving creature."

Green shrugged. The Noivern whined and nudged him with his head, giving the boy a bag filled with bits of fruit. Green gaped at the Dragon/Flying type before smiling. He gently scratched the Noivern's chin, making sure to avoid the scar on his neck.

"Good job, Noivern." The boy said softly. Noivern cooed happily.

"Yes, we have food!" Sylveon shouted.

Hours later, before the cops found them (because Green knew they would), everyone but Zoroark was returned into their pokeballs. Zoroark turned himself into a Rapidash and Green quickly got onto his back, and then they were rushing out of the warehouse.

They watched from a distance as the police knocked down the warehouse doors, then shared a smirk when the leading officer bellowed in anger.

oooo

"Whatever it is you want, I can give it to you!" The man begged. "Please, just-"

Green rolled his eyes and shoved the knife in the man's throat. He gurgled some blood and then fell to his side, and Green took pretty much everything the man had on him- money, bits of random papers, and a few bits of food.

He grabbed the knife from the man's neck, cleaned it on one of the useless bits of paper, and then left the alleyway. Anistar city was probably one of his favourite haunts- despite having a landmark and a Gym, there were no police. Most likely because of the Gym leader, who Green had little care to meet, but he didn't care so long as he could do whatever he wanted and get away with it.

He moved on to the place that had the docks- what was it again- Coumarine city, that was it. He hadn't been to this place in a while.

Mainly because the police here actually did stuff, and were quick in doing it, so he made sure to avoid any and all officers, and be very discreet when he took something from someone.

He stopped by a shop that was selling electronics, and rolled his eyes.

"The murderer known as the Phantom Thief has struck again- this time, a poor woman was robbed of her life's savings, and a man has lost his life. The police of Lumiose city have agreed to aid the Gym leader of Anistar city in finding the menace known as the Phantom Thief." The reporter was saying. "Currently, not one person has ever seen the Phantom Thief, but people have claimed to see snippets of him- Stacy can tell you more about that. Stacy, what have people been saying?"

"Well," The camera shifted to some redhead in Anistar city. "I have with me a teen girl who claimed to see someone walk out of the very alley in which the man, Eric Nickey, was murdered and then cruelly robbed. However, she can only describe the person as small, because she was too distraught when she found Eric."

"Well, there we have it. Be wary of those you don't know, people of Kalos. The Phantom Thief may be near you at this very moment."

Useless. Green would have laughed and said it out loud had there not been a small crowd watching the report. One man cursed and slammed his hand into his fist.

"We need to get rid of this Phantom!" He shouted angrily. "He's wreaked havoc on Kalos for too many years!"

"Yeah!" A few people shouted.

Green turned away. They always did this after he killed someone, but no one ever did anything but report 'sightings' of him to the equally useless police.

Unknown to him, a man wearing a brown trench coat had seen him. The man frowned before pulling out a device, and he spoke into it softly.

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Fairy types were immune to Dragons, and weak to Steel types. Green wasn't one to question nature, but he still thought it was weird. But then again, however Fairy types were presented, they couldn't be OP like Dragons had been before Fairies were discovered.

The book he held was mostly on pokemon types, but it did have a few bits on Legends as well. Of course, the bits about the Legendry pokemon were useless and often wrong, because Xerneas could tell him what it was like to be part of a heavenly order that tried- and mostly failed- to keep the peace between pokemon and humans.

It was also wrong about a lot of types that Goodra saw fit to correct quietly, with her weird scribbly writing, and a little bit of slime that was thankfully easy to get off. But the book was better than nothing, if only because it was the only thing he owned that he hadn't stolen or killed for.

He was hanging around in a small town called Vaniville town, which had a small port in which Green himself had come in by. That had been, what, ten years ago now? And he hadn't changed a bit.

Literally.

He was just looking over the railing near the sea, watching some boats come and go with Noivern, when a man tapped his shoulder. Green looked over his shoulder and almost laughed. The guy looked like he was straight out of Doctor Who.

"Excuse me, but do you have clearance to be here?" The man- Green dubbed him as Doctor Trench Coat- asked.

"I wasn't aware I needed it." Green told him quietly. Noivern glanced over when Green turned to face Doctor TC fully, and titled his head curiously.

"There's an investigation going on right now. A young lady was pushed overboard." Doctor TC explained. "How did you not hear about it?"

"I don't talk or listen to people much." Green said. "But if you want me to leave, I suppose we should go. But can we stay at a distance? Noivern likes the boats."

"Yes, I'm sure it does." Doctor TC laughed. "There's a cliff top up there, if you're interested. I'm sure a strong Dragon like this one can carry you up?"

"He can." Green nodded.

He got onto Noivern's back and they flew up to the cliff where Doctor TC had pointed them to. Green jumped down and got to the edge of the cliff where he could see the entire port, Noivern crawling up beside him.

" . . . I think he lied." Green told Noivern. "But we have a better view from here, so you can boat-watch all you want to, alright?"

Noivern cooed appreciatively and settled down to watch the boats contently. Green smiled a little. Noivern was powerful, he could rip apart nearly anything, but he was basically a big child. Not that it was his fault, but Green didn't really mind. It made him feel happy to know that he could look after someone.

"Hands in the air."

And there we go.

Green turned around, hands very much not in the air, and raised an eyebrow at Doctor TC.

"You could have just tried to get me on the port." He told the man.

In the bushes, hidden, were about five police men. They thought they could hide, but Green saw the glints of their guns and pokeballs.

"I don't want the press to know anything about this yet." Doctor TC said casually, as if they were discussing the weather. "I'm not sure if you're the Phantom Thief yet, but you have certainly killed and stolen."

"Well, I'm not wearing shoes, so I think you know why I steal." Green shrugged.

"Yes, but why not steal some shoes?"

"It'd be weird."

"And what about killing people?"

Green snorted. "Some people, despite how stupid they seem, can actually tell when they get mugged. Other times I meet them in a secluded place, and . . . well, you know the rest."

"So, you're a killer and a thief for different reasons." Doctor TC smirked. "I think that's enough of a confession. Why don't you come on out, boys?"

"They need to hide better." Green said, as the five men came out. They looked startled at his words. "I saw your guns and pokeballs. Newsflash, if it's shiny and you're trying to be sneaky on a sunny day, keep the shiny stuff hidden."

"Keep that in mind men." Doctor TC muttered. "Now, kid, if you come quietly we won't have to resort to doing this the old fashioned, hard way."

"I'm afraid I can't do that, sir." Green told him.

"Do not call me 'sir'. My name is Looker." Doctor TC snapped.

"Well, sorry for not seeing the name tag."

Looker took a deep breath and calmed himself down significantly.

"Why can't you come in?" Looker asked him.

"Because I have friends who need me just as much as I need them." Green said.

Noivern rose up behind him and Green knew he was looking menacing with the scars and the scowl, because the police men backed away slightly.

"And I'm afraid my time in Kalos is up, sir." Green smirked.

Looker growled, and then yelled in shock when Green threw himself off the cliff.

Just seconds before he hit the water, Noivern grabbed him in his talons and flipped the boy onto his back. Green looked back at the cliff, and mockingly saluted Looker. He heard a loud bellow and laughed quietly, patting Noivern as thanks.

"You wanna go and see a boat up close, buddy?" Green cooed.

Noivern screeched excitedly.

"Then take us to that one- the big one with the red flag on the mast."

Getting onto the boat wasn't hard- it was a cruise boat, already far out to sea, so no one could follow unless they had a Flying pokemon, which Green doubted very much. Like he'd said before, Police were useless. But anyway, it wasn't hard because no one was watching and no passengers were on the deck yet.

He quickly returned Noivern after a small thank you, and then sent out Sylveon, who promptly complained about the tackiness of the floorboards.

"Sylveon, please, we're stowing away, not going for a trip." Green flippantly, already making his way to the stairwell that would, hopefully, lead to a good place below deck.

Well, it led him to second class at least, where he honestly didn't look very out of place. The whole thing was kind of like the Titanic, and Green hoped it wouldn't randomly sink from an ice berg or something. But he was still confused as to why there were still classes between passengers. However, he didn't question it since he now had cover.

And second class was always more fun than first, anyway.

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"Captain, we have reason to believe that a stowaway has been found on board."

"As if we didn't need more troubles. First a massive storm out of nowhere and now a stowaway." The captain sighed. He was an old man, had been running the One-Liner for almost fifty years, and he'd always had to deal with storms and stowaways. Just not at the same time.

He looked at the video-phone, where his second was watching him quietly.

"What evidence do you have?" The captain asked.

"The second class passengers are acting suspiciously, Captain. That and we found wet tracks, made by at least three different creatures- two pokemon and one human we suspect- on deck, when no one else had been there." The second reported.

"What reason would the second class passengers have to harbour a stowaway?" The captain frowned.

"We're not sure, but they're all acting as if they're hiding something. Would you like us to find out-?"

" . . . No. If it's just one stowaway, I think we can afford it. Besides, if that many people are willing to hide the stowaway, I don't want to be the one to aggravate them."

"Yes, Captain."

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"Kanto? That's where this ship is headed!"

Green blinked. Oh, perfect.

The old man in front of him laughed and patted him on the head, as many of the other adult passengers had done.

"I assume you wanted to go back there, then?" The old man asked. "Well, you must be favoured by the gods to have such good luck, kid."

"I guess so." Green nodded.

He'd only told the passengers he was trying to get back to Kanto, which was, obviously, a lie. But he'd been able to convince them that it was his life's dream to go to Kanto, if only to see the legendry Champion Red. He would have felt sorry for exploiting their sympathy had he not been used to it.

But still. Kanto, of all places . . . and he couldn't leave the ship either, since there wasn't likely to be any other boats nearby, and Noivern couldn't fly long distances. Maybe a few miles or so, but not huge stretches just to find a boat that had little chance of being there. And the Dragon/Flying type would need periodic rests, which weren't available in the middle of the sea.

So, back to Kanto it was.

Damn.

One of the mothers nearby told him that the ship would briefly dock in a remote island to refuel, but since it wasn't big enough for Green's . . . wanderlust, or whatever it was, he was still stuck on board.

Some of the passengers misread his frustrated sigh as a sad one, because he wasn't able to get off the ship, so a family of four- dad, mom, brother and little sister- offered to take him as a sort of . . . adoptee or something. He wasn't sure how they worded it, he was just too busy trying to stop Sylveon from taking some poor man's money.

He owed them that much.

So Green accepted, and when they got to the island, he departed with the family for a small break off the boat. Sylveon had returned himself, saying that the island was 'too low-class' for a pokemon such as himself, which made no sense at all, so Green let Gardevoir out for a while.

"Oh, what a beautiful Gardevoir!" The mom gushed, clasping her hands.

Gardevoir looked startled, but then started sucking in the praise. She did small tricks, like using Teleport to randomly steal peoples' things and then put them on other people, for the amusement of pretty much everyone but Green, who rolled his eyes and muttered about how well things would have gone had they kept a low profile.

Like he'd said before, Gardevoir was the worst sneak ever. No matter what she said.

Honestly, it was like she wanted to get attention, but then she went and contradicted herself when she complained about not getting to do the stealing and stuff. Idiot.

By the time the passengers were called back to the boat, it was well past noon, and Green was beginning to regret choosing this particular boat. The only reason he'd done so was because Noivern loved boats, the bigger the better, and Green had never refused Noivern anything so far.

He wasn't about to start it now, anyway.

Days later, they finally docked in the actual destination. He departed with the passengers, after the first class prissies of course, bastards, and said goodbye and thank you for their hospitality and all that. Then he dashed off. He knew he was in Fuchsia city, because he could see the Gym. If it were Vermillion, the Gym would probably be all electrical and all that- Surge was a user of Electric types last he checked, and Koga was a user of Poison, so . . .

Speaking of, he should probably check and see if there were any Rockets about. Last time he encountered them, it was in Lavender town, and that had left him with a crippling terror of Ghost types and graveyards. He didn't want to be caught unawares if the situation hadn't gotten any better over the past ten years.

Funny how he was suddenly acting like he'd intended to come here to start off with. He could adapt to stuff just like that, but Green had thought he'd never go back to Kanto, so . . . but meh.

Not like he had any choice. He couldn't go back to Kalos, he had no idea how to get to Johto without using the Victory Pathway just off Victory Road, which was teeming with people bound to recognise him- speaking of which, he quickly pulled up his scarf to conceal his face. Hopefully no one would question him.

Goodra let herself out to walk with him after a few minutes. They wandered around the city, looking for any signs of Rocket activity, and were both startled when they found nothing.

"Considering the fact that their Gym leader is a Rocket, I would have thought they'd have a bunch of them hanging around here." Green muttered to Goodra.

"Maybe they got taken down?" She suggested, waving at a little kid who giggled at her.

"By who? They're too strong for that, Goodra."

"What about that kid you told us about a few years ago?" The Dragon type asked. "What if he did it?"

"Uh . . . what was his name again?" Green blinked. It had been so long that he'd forgotten who the red eyed kid was.

"You never told us." Goodra said.

Well, he was an idiot then.

Oh well.

"There doesn't seem to be any Rockets." Green muttered to himself and Goodra, a few hours later. "Not a single one. Maybe . . . maybe you're right."

"That kid probably did take them down, then." Goodra nodded. "Did he seem powerful or anything? Did he have some kind of unnatural power?"

Green remembered watching the red eyed boy's battle against Brock, and remembered being jealous of how the boy had gotten through to the Pikachu, if only for a brief moment, when Green had barely managed to keep his Charmeleon and Pidgeotto under control at the time.

" . . . No."

Goodra knew he was lying, but she said nothing. Green was grateful to her for that.

They'd checked the whole city by nightfall, not including the Gym, and Green determined that the Rockets had either been beaten or they were just hiding for some reason.

He and Goodra decided to go to the market, which they'd checked ages ago. He was walking past a stall selling clothes when he heard the sound of his weird alias given by the Kalosian news people on a TV nearby. He paused, making himself look busy with the different patterns on the shirts, and listened to the TV.

"The criminal known as the Phantom Thief has escaped from Kalos. It is currently unknown where he is, but authorities were able to get a picture of him before he left Kalos-" Green froze and stopped pretending, watching the TV in shock. When did they . . .? "-so all regions have been warned to keep an eye out for anyone suspicious. The governments of each region have asked the people to keep calm and report anything that they think could be useful to their search for this mysterious murderer. More on this at ten."

"Green?" Goodra murmured, turning to him with wide eyes.

No one else had seemed to bother with the report, so he seemed safe, but on the off chance that someone happened to tune into it at that exact moment, saw him wandering around at some point . . . he couldn't risk it.

Great, now there was nowhere safe to go. And he'd actually begun to think Kanto might not be that bad.

"Shocking, isn't it?" The man at the stall tutted. "Someone as young as that, being turned into a criminal . . . what's this world coming to?"

Green nodded numbly. Hopefully the man wouldn't notice he happened to look exactly like the person on the TV.

"Bit of a shame really. If that kid was a good guy we'd all feel safe, you know?"

"I . . . guess so?"

The man laughed and asked if he wanted to buy anything, and, against Green's better judgements, he politely said no.

"Why didn't you buy anything? You could have easily disguised yourself." Goodra said as they walked away.

"I just . . . I don't know." Green sighed. "Sorry."

" . . . It's alright." Goodra said, patting him on the head. Green absently took the slime off of his head.

What happened next was all a bit fast.

Suddenly, someone screamed and then there was fire. Green yelled and jumped out of the way, and then turned around to who the hell was crazy enough to shoot a Flamethrower at him.

The leading police officer narrowed his eyes, his Arcanine growling beside him. Goodra silently got into an attack position, but Green held her back.

"Put your hands in the air, Phantom." The leading officer commanded. "And we won't have to do this the hard way."

Oh for Mew's sake, not again.

Green shared one look with Goodra and then promptly blew a raspberry at them. Goodra fired a Hidden Power: Water at the pokemon surrounding them, and then in the resulting confusion she and Green ran for it.

"Stop right there!"

Green ignored the police and returned Goodra, sending out Noivern right after.

"Pallet town." He hissed, not even thinking.

Oh well, too late to take it back. Noivern screeched upon seeing the police and their Arcanine, and then took off at the speed of sound.

After being reassured that they weren't being followed, Green was finally calm enough to actually give directions to Noivern. He couldn't take it back now, because once he told Noivern a destination, the Dragon/Flying type would take him there and there only.

He had no idea why. Maybe something to do with the poachers . . .

They landed on a hill nearby the town limits. Green slowly slid off Noivern and looked at the town below. Noivern nudged him when he didn't move for a few seconds, and Green turned around and buried his face in the pokemon's fur.

"Why did I come back?" He whispered, gently hugging Noivern. He felt Noivern wrap his scaly wings around him. "I know it was a reflex, but I could have said anywhere but Pallet town . . . Hell, even Viridian would have been better. I'm so stupid and sentimental."

Noivern cooed gently and licked his head. Green pulled back a little bit and smiled.

"Thanks." He said. "Hey, how about we go down to the beach? You never really got the chance to try and play in the sand. If we stay away from people, no one should see us."

Pallet town's beach wasn't very far, and Green directed Noivern to a small portion overseen by a small cliff with a large cave mouth that led deep underground embedded in the face. Green remembered coming here when he was . . . uh . . . well, when he was a bit younger.

"Hey, who wants a song?"

"We don't want a song!"

"I want a song!"

"Sylveon, no!"

"Oh come on, Garde, sing! Only the strongest will-"

"SHUT UP."

Green rolled his eyes. Zoroark and Xerneas were settled down next to him, Noivern and Goodra were playing in the sand (more like Noivern played and Goodra looked after him), and Gardevoir was being harassed by Sylveon. Again.

"Suppose we should go stop him." Green said.

"Probably best." Zoroark nodded.

"Yep."

They didn't move. Xerneas pretended to sleep.

"Hey, how long are we staying here?" Zoroark asked suddenly. "You never really said."

"I . . . have no idea. The whole thing with the man-hunt for me won't really die down, so I guess . . . maybe we can stow away on another ship and go to . . . I dunno, Hoenn or something?" Green shrugged.

"Dude, you're like nine or something, you can't call it a man-hunt."

"I'm eleven, and technically I'm twenty-one."

"Don't look it."

Green scoffed and turned away.

"Oh, are you pouting now?"

"No, I'm sulking, there's a huge difference."

"I'm sure there is."

"If you two would be so kind as to shut up," Xerneas interrupted. "I am attempting to get some rest."

"You've been asleep for like five days." Zoroark muttered.

"That does not mean I do not need constant sleep."

"Who knew the god of life was a narcoleptic."

"A god of life. I have informed you before; I am not the only one of my kind." Xerneas said, finally raising his head to stare disapprovingly at Zoroark, who made a face.

"Hey, is he meant to be eating the sand!?" Goodra called. "Can Noiverns do that?"

"Noivern stop eating the sand." Green called back. Noivern immediately stopped eating the sand and started on his sandcastle again.

"I swear, that Noivern has the mind of a baby." Zoroark muttered.

"He has a very good reason." Green told him, slapping the Dark type on the arm. Zoroark huffed.

"If I acted like that all the time, I'd be called an idiot."

"Zoroark," Green said in mock horror. "Are you jealous of Noivern?"

"I . . . No."

"I'm sensing a bit of a lie there."

"You're an idiot."

"I made the translator out of scraps."

" . . . You have no common sense."

"Better. Still not good."

Zoroark rolled his eyes. Then his look softened as he glanced over at Noivern.

"But still, he shouldn't be acting like this. It's been, what, seven years now?" He sighed.

"I believe the term humans use is 'psychological issues'." Xerneas said.

Green nodded shortly. " . . . You know, now that I think about it, everyone here's had a bad past."

"Well, good thing we all met each other!" Zoroark laughed. "Otherwise we'd all be dead. Well, besides you, kid. You can't die."

"I wish I could." Green muttered. "I probably should."

"Do not speak of such depressing actions." Xerneas murmured softly. Green felt the Fairy type's antlers gently press into his back, and then there was a nice warm feeling going through his body. "Rest, child. I will request good dreams from Cresselia for you."

"No need, I don't . . . don't dream . . . 'nyway . . ."

"Nonetheless, I would like to see you happy."

"'anks . . ."

OOOOOO

Renny: This one is much more deep than the other one- basically, it has more to it then 'Green the kid shows up all cursed and stuff and basically kills the clone out of anger'.

Red: Wow, you really did change his team a lot.

Renny: He was in Kalos instead of Unova, so yeah. Kalos is now officially my second favourite region, btw. Kanto still holds first place. But anyway, next chapter is where we meet Red! And the others, but mostly Red.

Red: Uh-

Renny: Hey, he only remembers your face, not your name. Besides, this Green, if anyone wasn't paying attention, disappeared during Lavender town. Therefore he'll only have met Red, what, two or three times?

Red: I . . . suppose you have a point.

Renny: Of course I do, I'm the author. Also, I'm sorry to any Red fans who may be reading this, but Red's gonna be a massive-ass jerk. Considering that Green isn't around to basically help to humble him, he got arrogant and stuff.

Green: Freudian excuse.

Renny: I'm not sure this qualifies. Read and review, and hopefully this one is better!