Pokemon: Org. Version

Yeah...I was in need of a little writing and this is what I thought up of. I might not continue this

Prologue:

Vexen sat in his dark lab, icy air flowing around him. He sighed and looked at his drawing table. His experiment had failed terribly, and now he had to start from scratch. He had to make the Organization some kind of weapon, but the fourth member was clueless as to what to make.

Originally, Vexen had planned a large heartless that could crush worlds with one blow. He had made a machine, which was currently whizzing and shooting sparks in the corner, to take hundreds of heartless and form them into one. It had failed, and nearly blown off half of the basement of Castle Oblivion.

Vexen paced and paced, but nothing came to his cunning mind. He turned suddenly and started to head upstairs, the chains on his cloak clinking against his dark robe. Taking the stairs two at a time, the Chilly Scientist made his way to the recreation room of the Organization. He scowled, thinking that the Superior was out of his mind creating a room for nobodies to just relax. Vexen liked digilant work, and hated the lazy.

Sitting on a crimson couch was Roxas and Axel, both holding a DS in their gloved hands. Axel groaned in dismay as Roxas said, "Yes, I won!" The scientist walked over, hardly curious as to what they were doing but instead to nag them for their slacking off.

Axel sighed, "Well, if it isn't Vexen from his little hole in the sewers. Did you have fun playing with your machines?" Vexen growled back, "Why are you two fooling around with those blasted game systems?" His piecing blue eyes stabbed into Axel's green ones, but the Dancer of Flames shrugged it off. It was hard to faze him.

"Roxas and I just completed a mission with flying colors, I'll have you know." His cheeky voice made Vexen even angrier. He realized that the completion of a mission gave the two young nobodies some time off before another mission. Poor Vexen was still stuck in his labratory getting burned by sparks and dirty from too much time with a wrench and hammer.

Vexen peered over Roxas' shoulder and asked, "Then what are you doing?" Roxas leaned back to give the Chilly Scientist a view of the two screens on his jet black DS. "I'm playing Pokemon Diamond. It's a game in which you catch and train creatures against others."

Vexen was reluctant to find he was curious. He listened as Roxas and Axel explained the whole gist of the game, including types, moves, species and the whole kit and kaboodle. The scientist sighed, "Well, you have fun with those things. I have to take a walk in the garden to get a new idea for a weapon, as you know."

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Vexen strolled through the roses in the fifth floor garden. Dancing colors of pink distracted him from his thoughts, and he finally sat down under a large pine and closed his eyes. He was surely one of the least respected members by now, especially in the eyes of Superior. At the moment they were left wide open for an attack.

Suddenly, a thought came to his mind. He stood up and rushed past Xaldin, who was training a few of his Dragoon Nobodies. The tatooed man watched the scientist and sighed.

Vexen finally reached his dark lab and wrote down "Project Pokemon" on his drawing board. Then, he ran to get Roxas and Axel for help. He asked them to tell him, in detail, every species of pokemon. He expertly sketched them and wrote all the facts he could about each type.

Vexen started to create a machine to build these pokemon from scientifically created DNA. This took weeks, seeing as he was basing it on nothing. He had never created a machine to construct DNA and create a creature before. The most related thing to this project was his puppet of Riku, so he used some old tricks from that experiment.

Finally, after about three months of creating DNA and training probes, Vexen was finished. He set in a few DNA samples, enough for one per Organization member, so that each could have their own pokemon to test and train to use as their weapons.

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Vexen lifted the cobalt veil off of his machine and let the members take a good look at it. Hopefully, the organization would be pleased, especially Xemnas.

"Fellow nobodies," he said, casting an arm to proudly acknowledge the twelve observers. "I have finally created a tool to help us in our chase for Kingdom Hearts. We will create an army of creatures with supernatural abilities, and they will be called Pokemon. We will be virtually unstoppable, seeing as we can mass produce the DNA. Sitting in my lab, I have enough DNA for at least five hundred pokemon per species."

He turned a switch for the machine. "Now, watch! Watch and see thirteen pokemon created. That will be one for each of us, and soon we will have a million more!" Beeps and whirs filled the chamber, and a flash of light blinded everyone. When they awoke, Vexen would be in a lot of trouble.

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Demyx rubbed his eyes with his hands, but found that he would lose balance every time he tried. When the spots from the flash finally left his eyes, he gasped as he saw twelve pokemon standing (or floating) in front of him. They were an array of powerful legendary pokemon of all different kinds, and he was excited that Vexen brought them to life. He looked around, but none of the Organization members could be seen. He stood up, but fell back over.

Demyx called, "Vexen, where are you? I think you're machine drained some energy." The pokemon looked dumbfounded at Demyx. What had he said? A grayish Arcticuno said, "Er...I'm here. I think the project malfunctioned." A glowing red Groudon stepped forward. "Is there any way to reverse this, you idiot?" Vexen flinched, large wings shivering. "I'm...not sure."
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I think I might continue this. I hope it came out pretty well.

 

OMG, i love pokemon!!! I can't wiat for more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

it would seem to me Xaale, that you enjoy pokemon a bit.

I'd just like to point out that you should watch the timing, it seems a bit rushed to me and some of the character interactions just sound wrong, like vexen going to ask axel about the pokemon and that is all that transpires.

You've definitely left the reigns open for this to continue and i look forward to reading more!

 

Thanks Shades

*winks* and I haven't forgotten about the tournament either.

 

Nice.....this is going to be good......I wonder what kind of pokemon everyone else is......What's Xemnas suposed to be?...Lugia?....Mewtwo?....anyway...keep going if possible.

 

For the pokemon, this is what I was planning

Xemnas: Mewtwo

Xigbar: Palkia

Xaldin: Lugia

Vexen: Arcticuno

Lexeaus: Groudon

Zexion: Darkrai

Saix: Arceus

Axel: Entei

Demyx: Suicune

Luxord: Dialga

Marluxia: Shaymin Sky Form

Larxene: Raiku

Roxas: Mew

Hahaha... I kinda drifted away from pokemon and then I came up with this idea. This might get me a little into the games again

You can expect another chapter tomorrow or a few days after that.

 

those are good ideas for whos gonna turn into who ^_^

 

Lol thanks :D

Chapter 1:

Vexen shifted his red eyes to look at the angry ones of the fellow organization members. He sighed and lifted his wings, squaking in apology, "I am sorry! This wasn't ment to happen, everyone. I think I can reverse it-"

The Raikou, which was Larxene, interupted, "You better reverse this. I don't want to be a friggen tiger for the rest of eternity." Vexen's feathers prickled as he saw angry sparks flying from Larxene. He swished his glittering tail. "Yes, I believe I can. I will have to get some DNA samples off of some of your possesions and create your old selves from that DNA."

Darkrai's, or Zexion's, piercing blue eyes stung Vexen to the core. The silent young nobody had often helped him in the lab, but the Chilly Scientist knew the nobody never liked him.

"What if you create our old selves and we aren't them? Meaning that we will stay these...these things while there will be human recarnations pretending to be us?" Vexen hadn't thought of that.

"Erm, that shouldn't happen." He flapped his wings and said over the mumble of the creatures, "Bring me something of yours, something you held recently before becoming a pokemon. Once again, I am deeply sorry for your troubles, everyone." The group either walked or flew off, leaving Vexen alone. The scientist flew back through the hall and down towards his lab. Hopefully, his plan would work.

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Vexen tried and tried, but his massive body could not squeeze through the open, steel framed doorway to the laboratory. He hissed as one of his wings got caught in between the frame and started to tug his wing. When it was finally free, feathers were scattered everywhere, spiraling down in the hall. He swiveled his crested head in the direction of the DNA generator's room. Maybe that still had his DNA on it.

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Xemnas was pretty pleased that he hadn't ended up as a four legged creature. It was easy for him to hold something then, because of his humanoid form. His light purple fur made him feel weightless, which also helped. He found he could still float a little off the ground, like when he was in his human form.

Luckily for him, Mewtwo had a Psychic power, which helped him keep his pokemon DNA off of the pen he had been using. Before the incident, the Superior was drawing out a complex plan to back up whatever that blasted Vexen's plan would be. To his dismay, that paper was no where to be found. He floated off, pen swirling and gliding in front of him.

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Xigbar slashed a faint pink claw at the wall above his doorway, crushing it into hundreds of chunks of white marble. He was fed up with not being able to fit inside his door, and even though he was Palkia, deity of space, he could not travel through the rifts of space. He stepped over the pile of rubble and into his personal chamber.

Training dummies floated around his room, and his weapons lay on the floor. He grumbled and kicked them with the heel of his giant foot. That stupid Vexen better change this cursed pokemon form back into the human form he loved.

He then remembered he needed to find an object with his human DNA, and he grasped both of his weapons. As soon as he was back to normal, one of his spacial "needle bullets" would find its way into Vexen's forehead.

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Xaldin lifted his wings and warbled. He was at the top tower of the castle, perched on it's pointed blue tiles. He was a Lugia, too big to ascend the narrow staircase that spiraled up to his room. He lifted his wings and stumbled into flight. He wasn't used to using wings to fly.

He hovered in front of the small window in his room, his eye through the window. Laying on the floor was a book he had been reading, and that was probably the last thing he had handled with his gloved hands. He moaned, but it left the feathered maw of Lugia like a fierce roar.

Then he focused his eye on the room again. He wished that the book would come to him. To his surprise, the large covered novel flew across the room and into the finger like ends of his long wings. How convenient, he thought.

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Lexeaus grumbled and thrashed his spiky red tail on the floor. A small fissure appeared behind him, the gleaming white floor now crushed and falling into who knows where. Luckily his room was on the basement floor of Castle Oblivion, so the tumbling stones wouldn't crush anyone.

The Groudon rumbled and stuck his claw through the doorway. Even if it was one finger, it was so stubby and large that it barely fit into it. He found his tomahawk and scraped it out of his room. When he got it into his claw and was sure it wouldn't fall, he tilted his head and peared into his room.

The floor had a long crease where his claw had dragged the weapon. Some of the crack was starting to crumble and fall, becoming a large hole. If anyone was to fix it, it would have to be that damned scientist.

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Zexion floated in the center of his room, silver wisp of hair streaming behind him. He could hear a large screech in the hallway next to the one his room was in, obviously a frustrated Lexeaus. The Darkrai swung his head around and picked up a large book laying on the floor.

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Saix moved his large, wolf-like body into the door. Luckily, Arceus' bodies were long and very thin, so it was easy to bend down and scramble into his room. The hole in the ceiling was not yet open, for it was not yet the night. It was set on a revolving wheel made by Vexen so that it would be open during the night and closed during the day.

Vexen, he thought angrily. The man made him into this thing, and he better have a plan to get him back to normal. The deer like prance of an Arceus was quite aggrivating, and he was not able to hold anything in his hands.

He bent his thn neck and openned his jaws to pick up his claymore. That was the last thing he had held, polishing its blue and yellow surface. Saix liked for it to gleam like the lunar object he got his power from.

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Axel raced through the halls, grey cape streaming behind him. He was happy at least that he could run fast, for the faster he ran the sooner he could get back to normal. Was he the only one who wasn't all that mad at Vexen for this? He actually liked being a pokemon, a tiny bit.

No, it's better if I am normal. I can't stay like this, I'd be in a load of trouble with the Superior. He's completely against this idea. Axel stopped at his room and entered. At least he could fit inside it, unlike those poor people who were very large pokemon.

He openned his mouth and picked up his DS. He had been playing it before Vexen had called for the showing of his DNA generator. The Entei walked out of his room and back towards the hall.

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Demyx raced in circles around his room, awed at his speed as a Suicune. He was familer with the pokemon games, but he had never dreamed of being one. He didn't want to turn back, but that would only make everyone look down upon him even more. He stopped, the purple cape on his back slowing going back into its normal position.

He sighed and picked up his sitar, which he had been strumming before Vexen had turned them into pokemon. If only he had a chance to fight as a pokemon. That would be cool, I guess, thought the young once-blonde. Now he had a heavy crystal ontop of his head, which could get annoying. Still, it would be cool, he thought.

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Luxord roared, finally losing his calm. It was very annoying trying to fit the Dialga body he now had into his personal chambers. He then turned his back to the door and tried to fit his tail in. If anything happened to his room, Vexen was in for it.

He finally got his tail in and started to swing it on the floor, lifting the cards and scattering them everywhere. He had been playing Solitare before that damn Vexen called them to the generator.

A few cards drifted outside of the room, the grey side and the white side alternating furiously as it fell quickly to the foot of the Dialga. Luxord dipped his head and tried to get the cards in his mouth. It was very difficult, seeing as his head was so big and the cards were so small.

Finally, the deity of time, once the Gambler of Time, got a few cards in his maw. He turned around and made a steady pace back into the hall where that scum of a scientist was hiding.

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Marluxia was annoyed that he looked like a small, flowery puppy. Was this the pokemon Vexen was going to give me? Marluxia skipped on his four thin legs through the hall, his Shaymin (sky form) body moving very fast.

What's worse is that I was turned into this thing, Marluxia thought. Why couldn't I at least have been something big and powerful? He entered his room, which was right outside the garden on the fifth floor. Everything looked so big to him, and it was difficult to get around with those legs.

He turned and groaned when he remembered what he had held last. It was a large, deep pink watering pail that he used to keep the garden in shape. Even worse, it was filled to the brim with water.

The small Shaymin tried to grab the handle of the pail with his tiny teeth, and was unsuccessful. He couldn't lift it from underneathe, so he was only left with the option of pushing the watering pail with his small, puppy body.

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Larxene turned the hallway and into her room. She turned her tiger like head to her bed, where she had been eating chicken wings that she had snatched from the dining hall. Poor Xaldin would get angry at her when the last thing she touched was part of his dinner that he had spent so long preparing.

She gripped the chicken in her jaws, took a small bite which resulted in half of the chicken because of the large maw of a Raikou, and then left the room at the speed of lightning, or something close to that. At least she was a fast pokemon.

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Roxas mumbled and spun into his room, his small body floating above the mess that it was. He was a mew, with small stubby pink hands that could barely lift his Keyblade. He remembered that Mew was a Psychic type, and used his powers to lift the Oblivion Keyblade in the air.

Maybe its not all that bad being a pokemon, Roxas thought.

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The nobodies entered the room once again and saw Vexen standing next to the generator. He collected the items as best as he could, seeing as he had wings instead of hands, and called for everyone one at a time.

"Now, it will take a day for you to turn back to normal. Try to cope with your new forms in that time, and enjoy yourselves. I am sorry for disrupting your lives." He turned his blue crested head to each nobody, but no one said a word. Ah well, they'll learn to deal with it. I mean, not much can happen in 24 hours anyway, he thought.

 

Nice chapter, Xaale. The only problem I could find is that you spelled Raikou as Raiku. I thought you would turn Marluxia into Shaymin Ground Forme.

 

*shrugs* I decided to give the poor man some slack. It's a lot easier to get around as a deer like puppy then a stubby legged hedgehog XD

Lol, I forgot how to spell Raikou. Thanks for pointing that out, I better edit that.

 

Well......I don't know some of these pokemon...but...Luxord is the Gambler of Fate...not necessarily time. And WOOOO! Zexion's a darkrai! I love them both!

 

*winks* ah well, fate and time are veeeeeery related. Which ones don't you know? You can google them, or I can post links to what they look like.

Thanks Shiki :D

 

It's cool....I looked them up......except for Shaymin Sky Form...I found the ground form though...:D.....it's so adorable! Awww...Marluxia......:D...keep going, pal.

 

Thanks, and I'll find a pictue of Shaymin Sky Form. Next chapter is coming soon.

 

Sweet. Take your time.

 

tada~ here's Shaymin Sky Form. My brother told me about it, so now I really know what it looks like, lol. He just said it was a flowery, puppy like deer thing. Thaaaaaaanks for the wooooooonderful description >.> but now I really know.

Here's another one that I found. I guess Giritina has another form too.

 

Awwwwwwwwww! DUDE! IT'S ADORABLE! MARLUXIA!!!! :D The picture is awesome...thank you so much.

 

No problem. Next chapter will be up soon.​

 

Well......keep taking your time if it's going to be a good chapter.

 

Then I'll be waiting for the next chapter!