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A Foreward

For those of you who know me, I go by Mituna, or Tuna if you really want. One of my favorite types of roleplays are Gijinka roleplays. In fact, I've been obsessed with the human/pokemon hybrids since before I knew what they were called!

One reason I love these so much is the idea of how they came to be. Science gone wrong is one of my favorite plot lines, and Gijinka lend easily to this. (If you check out my "A Gijinka Tail" roleplay here, it's kind of a debate whether science was wrong or right, though.) The idea for this fan fic comes from this basic plot type, though I developed this a while ago, before Black and White, and possibly even before Platinum (ie don't expect Unova pokemon). I've snagged little ideas from roleplays, different games, and generally here and there. At the time, I called this "493 Gijinkas", or something along those lines (I lost the original work, and I'm not sure whether that number went all the way up to Arceus or not). Now I'm rewriting this from the beginning, so you all can enjoy it.

IMPORTANT NOTE: This fan fic is rated PG-13 for possible violence, and some mildly disturbing themes. Read at your own risk

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Title: Prologue

"Really, I wish my mom would just let me hit off on my own already," a girl about 16 whined to her friend. "I've seen kids a lot younger than me with gym badges already!"

"You know she wants whats best for you, Kat," her best friend of about the same age retorted. Katrina, Kat for short, sighed, brushing her long, side swept brown bangs out of her hazel eyes and tightening her pony tail.

"I know, but you can't tell me you want to just be sitting around here forever when you already know everything you need to about pokemon! I want to be a trainer, not a researcher, Vivienne!" Vivienne shrugged, flicking her own long blond hair back over her shoulder and pushing her black rimmed glasses back up her nose for her blue eyes.

"I want to breed pokemon, which means I really need to know everything about each type of pokemon. You should to, if you want to be a really good trainer. The best ones that ever get more than one or two badges all know everything they can about their pokemon."

"But learning about it in a classroom is so BORING!" Kat whined as they walked into the school. Other students of all ages rushed around, playing with their pokemon or battling or trying to get to class without being challenged. The two older girls knew enough to keep their eyes ahead and ignore the shouts around them. In the class room, they found they're usual spots at the long desks that sat two people each, with enough space on the top of the table, beneath and around each for the student's pokemon to relax.

The bell rang, and students filed into the class room. Out of their balls came Katrina's Glameow and Vivienne's Espeon, which greeted each other briefly before finding other friends. The Glameow leaned over the table and batted at the head of a Dratini passing by. After a few minutes of socializing and pokemon interactions, the teacher came in and called for quiet.

"Today, we have a very special guest coming in!" he announced happily. Somebody nearby Kat coughed out "Gymleader!" There was a laugh around the room, because everyone knew that the guests were always a gymleader, coming to tell them to train hard and stay in school. Honestly, nobody really wanted to hear that speech for again for the umpteenth time.

"Actually, no!" the teacher said happily. That made everyone quiet. If it wasn't a Gym leader, then who? "Today we have Professor Ponderosa, who has recently come up with a system to determine any Pokemon's stats and various other information!" Into the room stepped an older man, with light, white stubble around his chin and thinning white hair, looking a bit unkept. In with him floated an odd pokemon that looked kind of like a bunch of balloons attached by invisible strings.

"Hello, students. As your teacher said, I'm Professor Ponderosa, and this is my pokemon, Porygon-Z," he introduced in a gruff voice. As he talked, he seemed to scan the room, his eyes stopping on certain pokemon and trainers. Kat felt a shiver go down her spine as he looked at her.

"This guy is creepy..." she muttered to Vivienne, who shushed her.

"However, my system is not quite done. I'm looking for one of each type of pokemon to test. I can only know that it works when I can successfully scan each and every pokemon. And what better way than to used already tamed pokemon? So, I'm offering certain trainers the opportunity to have their pokemon scanned before anybody else in the world!" A few people muttered to each other, and a few "cool!"s burst around the room. "Because you are all old enough to be responsible, I have chosen your class to be part of the selection process! You see, Porygon-Z here has all the information stored on my subjects thus far. And because I only need one of each type of pokemon, some of you will, unfortunately, not be necessary to my studies. Time is of the essence, you see." A few people with rather common pokemon moaned. "Now, Porygon-Z is going to float around. Each of you should tell it your name and what pokemon you have. I'm sure you've named your pokemon, but please, only it's type."

Quite suddenly, the pokemon floated up to the nearest student, a boy with a Squirtle on his desk. "Ah! Oh! Uh... Colby, and Squirtle!" he told it. The head of the pokemon bobbed, then floated on. It did this for each student. At Kat, she paused a moment to study the odd pokemon.

"I'm Katrina, and this is Leona. Er! I mean, Glameow!" she quickly corrected. A few snickers came from some classmates.

"Repeat." It ordered in it's odd, digital voice.

"Katrina. Glameow." Kat repeated coldly, quieter now. Vivienne went next with no problems. In fact, Kat was the only one in the class to screw up. As Porygon-Z floated back to the front of the room, the Professor began to speak again.

"Now Porygon-Z is analyzing the data, and will tell me which of you will get to come visit my lab after class today. Porygon-Z?" he nodded to the pokemon as it faced the class.

"The following are now accepted. Colby," it started the list of names, the first kid high fived his Squirtle, and Porygon-Z continued to list names.

"Katrina. Vivienne." It finally recited. The two girls high fived, and Kat hugged Leona, who purred herself. The Espeon rubbed against it's owner's leg affectionately.

The list finished, and the Professor and his pokemon left, leaving the teacher to give instructions to those selected on how to get to the lab, and to go immediately after school. And so the school day ticked by dreadfully slow.

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Title: Chapter 1

At the lab that afternoon, plenty of students lined up with their pokemon. Some were battling to raise their pokemon's level to look impressive, others were chatting away. Kat stood with Leona, Vivienne, and Vivienne's Espeon. The Glameow was playing with the necklace around it's neck, where an Everstone hung. When she was little, Katrina had been deathly afraid of Puruglies, but when they introduced her to the Glameow, she had taken right away. Ever since then, the pokemon had always had the everstone, even though Kat wasn't nearly as afraid of the fatter cat pokemon anymore.

Out of the door came Professor Ponderosa, and the crowd fell silent, and even battles ended at the site. "I see you all have come. Please, I will take one trainer with their one pokemon at a time. To keep this running smoothly, you will exit through a back door. And please, to keep the suspense, do not share what is inside with the other trainers waiting." He winked at everyone, as a grossly muscular blue pokemon with four arms appeared behind him. "Machamp will keep a watch on you, and tell you when the next person may enter. He has a good memory and good vision as well as hearing, so don't even think about trying to sneak around to tell your friends. You may discuss everything tomorrow. Now, please form a single file line, and wait your turn. No fighting, please."

The crowd forced itself into a line, with a lot of squirming and pushing. Kat and Vivienne stayed out of the rush, allowing themselves to be pushed to the back of the line, since they were among the last to arrive anyway. The Machamp was intimidating, so no one tested it's patience.

The first person went in. About every five minutes or so, maybe a little less, another person would go in. There was no sign of any exiting trainers, anyone that had gone in before. They must have gone well around to avoid getting in trouble with Machamp.

About an hour later, Kat and Vivienne were sitting against the wall, and Vivienne was the next in. She stood up at Machamps gesture, and walked in the door, waving at Kat as she disappeared with her Espeon. Standing by the door now, Kat listened, but all was quiet inside. Almost eerily...

The Machamp stepped aside, and opened the door for her. Inside was dark, and Leona kept close to her owner's leg. The door closed behind her, cutting off almost all light except what looked like an emergency light. "H-hello?" she called. Maybe the Professor forgot that there was one more trainer...

There was the sound of footsteps. "Oh! Good, someone's here still. I'm here for the-" she cut off as an odd boy stepped just barely into the light. She couldn't quite pick it out, but something was odd about him. Maybe it was the blank look on his face, or the lackluster look in his eyes... As he came more into view, she noticed something really odd. A large brown, ball like tail behind him, and... Stantler horns? Intrigued, she remembered too late the warning that she had always received about Stantler, that stairing at their horns too long could have bad effects.

Suddenly, she had a feeling of vertigo, and the room seemed to spin unnaturally around the antlers. The boy approached, but Leona hissed, apparently having known better than her owner and not looking at the antlers. Still transfixed, though, Kat felt herself stumble, trying to keep her balance. There was the sound off scuffling, and Leona yowling. Kat felt herself fall over, but only because her knees grew cold and sore. The boy continued to come closer, and took her by one hand. Helping her up, he led her, still transfixed and off balance, to something she could only just see. It looked like a giant tube, or a big metal cylinder with an opening into the center of it.

There is where he led her, and guided her to step inside. Holding up her hands, metal straps clamped around her wrists and ankles. Pushing a button, a glass door slid closed, and the boy turned away. After that, it took a second for the vertigo to pass, but the world came into clear focus again. The scientist was putting a cage on some sort of conveyor belt. Inside... her stomach turned to see Leona, with it's pink nose poking through the bars. It seemed to be calling for her, but whatever she was in was sound proof.

"Leona! LEONA!" She screamed back, but the sound only echoed uselessly around her. The belt began to move the cage toward a large, odd machine. Tears poured uncontrolled down Kat's face. What had they gotten into? What was happening to her partner, he best friend?

The cage disappeared inside the machine. Some kind of fluid flowed out of the tubes connected to it. While the belt kept turning, nothing came out the other side for a long time. Eventually, only an everstone on a string appeared, a fell to the floor.

Now around her came loudly to life. A red light reflected off the glass back at her as she was scanned from behind. Arms came out of the side of the with little hooks at the end. They grabbed onto the sleeves of her shirt and pushed them back to her shoulders. Two more arms came out and rolled her shirt up to just under her chest. Then came the needles. No matter how she struggled, there was no escape. Two slipped into her inner elbows carefully, connected to odd tubes. Another she felt slide sickening into the back of her knees. Two more went into her shoulders. Only after all that, the tube fogged up with a white glass, and she slowly grew sleepy. After feeling the liquid start to push into her, she finally blacked out.

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Title: Chapter 2

It could have been anywhere from seconds to centuries. Kat had no sense of time for how long she slept. All she knew was that she slowly drifted awake to a different scene than she had fallen asleep to. The world around her was tinted green, and there was a cool feeling of gel like liquid running over her entire body. A tube was on the edge of her vision, connected to her mouth and nose to provide air.

Everything rushed back at once, and she tried to struggle. Her arms, though down near her sides, felt dead and useless, and her legs seemed to ignore every command. She got something to twitch though. Wait, what was that? It was like a foreign object connected to her. Confused, she instead looked at the world in front of her. Wires, and computers. It looked like various other glass tubes, but none that she saw had anyone in them. Her ears suddenly grew colder, as the gel drained to wear she was. Sucked down with it, her feet touched a cold metal bottom. Soon the cool air reached her forehead, and face.

Something seemed out of order, though...

As it continued, it was her support gave away. It was hard just to keep her head up, and as the gel sucked away from her arms, she tried to put them out against the glass to hold herself up. But once it past her knees, her legs began to shake against her will, quickly going from fine, to sore, to painful as they tried to support her. By the time it was gone, she'd fallen to her knees, and gave up trying to keep herself up at all. She leaned against the glass, and slowly slid just to laying on the cold metal floor, tired even though she had been sleeping not a full minute before. The glass slid up, and she felt arms lift her from her limp position and moving her dead wait to a smoother metal surface, and the feeling of a blanket covered her naked body. Around her were strange faces, none that she even faintly recognized. She must have been on a cart, because the world above her began to move, and below her she heard loud squeaking of wheels. In fact, every noise seemed painfully loud, like someone had cranked the volume of the world to ten times it's normal volume. Still, tired, it wasn't long before she was asleep again.

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Title: Chapter 3

This time just a few hours later, Kat woke up again to bright light in her eyes. Groaning, she shielded her eyes as she sat up. Beneath her was a hard mattress, and light white sheets rolled off of her. Now aware of her very long sleeve, she looked down at her clothes. Her shoulders were bare but for her bra straps, because her shirt was a boat neck sweater, held up because it was tight around her upper arms and chest. Kicking off the sheets the rest of the way, her pants were the same light shade of grey, with a flare at the end of the legs. No shoes, it seemed. Something else moved in a short twitch of annoyance and caught her eye, though...

"A-a tail?" she rasped with her dry throat, but besides the hoarseness, it was still odd. Higher pitched, it seemed. Standing up and watching it follow her, she quickly realized that it was her tail. And it looked like... No, it was a Glameow's springy tail, just grown to human proportion.

Too freaked out to think hard on that, she instead looked at the room. Four plain white walls with rounded corners and no door. The ceiling overhead had two fluorescent lights hanging by chains. The floor below was white linoleum tiles with gray speckles and rather dusty looking. So how did she get in? In fact, how was she breathing with no ventilation? Taking a deep, shaky breath, she could just slightly feel the air circulating. So there had to be some way... There had to be a trick to this room.

"Trick Room?" she muttered out loud. It was a pokemon move she didn't know much about beyond it was psychic type, but...

The moment she said it, the walls shimmered, and a heavy looking metal door appeared, with a small window made of bars. A tray was pushed through a little slot on the bottom. Approaching it carefully, it had a plate of rather cold looking pasta, some berries, a bowl of small assorted poffins, and some pokeblocks.

"Here's yer dinner," came a gruff voice from the other side of the door. "Yer a fast one, figured out the trick right quick. Most others take a while. Nearly starve to death, those 'uns."

"I-is this a joke? Some kind of prank?" Kat asked, approaching the door, a bit in shock. Some unexpected movement in her reflection caught her attention. She had... Glameow ears, to go with the tail. No, this wasn't right. She was dreaming, and she just needed to wake up.

"Nah, we gotta fig'er what ya like, and you Gijinka are all different. Don't know 'til ya try everything," he responded, a little too cheery.

"Not that! I mean the fact that I'm in a CELL! And are you trying to tell me I'm some half pokemon hybrid? WHERE IS MY POKEMON!" she just lost it, pounding on the door, trying to squeeze her hand through the bars.

"Woah woah! Cool your fur! 'Coarse this is fer real! Yer pokemon's a part of ya now. Oh, dat's right, yer part of the long batch. Don't know nothin' 'bout what's been happenin' round here. Well, the Professor done a great thing, makin' all y'all Gijinka. United the regions with his short batch of Gijinka. Been waiting for his long batch to be ready since. Gotta do more research. Word is yer part of a special group!"

"Wh-what? Stopping talking stupid, just let me out! You can't tell me you think this kind of treatment is humane!"

"Can't do that! Nope, nope, you all are just a little too dangerous to just let ya be off on yer own doin' whatever the hell ya please. And 'course it's humane. You ain't human, and it's fer good reason. Besides, anyone who thought otherwise didn't stand no chance 'gainst the Professors army. What can ya do 'gainst something that can attack ya and yer pokemon at the same time?"

Knowing there was not use trying to reason with this idiotic guard, Kat sighed and retreated to the tray of food, which had slid quite far into the room because of the hard push it had been given. Squatting down by it, she decided to play safe and take a bite of the pasta. Immediately, she regretted it. It tasted disgusting, and she barely managed to get it down. Keeping it down was even harder.

On she moved to the poffins. The sweet one was a bit overbearing, but the texture wasn't bad. Kind of like a really fluffy, half cooked dough, though she knew it was done all the way through. Next she tried a Cherri berry, but as it burst in her mouth, her tongue exploded into flames. Fanning her face, the juice trickled down and burned her chin. It took a bit of wiping with her sleeve to get it all off, and then she quickly bit into a dry pokeblock. It crumbled into dust in her mouth, and the shape was a bit too odd.

So she returned to the poffins, taking a bite of each. She nearly spit out the spicy one, but found herself stuffing her face with the sour. It was odd, since she'd never before cared for sour food. Usually, she had quite a sweet tooth, but now that didn't seem that great to her.

Pushing the trey back out, she sat on the bed.

"Ah, bitter poffins, got it. I'll write that in yer file," the guard mumbled. Not caring to respond, she just pulled her legs in and sat against the wall, her tail twitching every so often with annoyance. Arceus, it was so odd to see. But she just wanted out of here. This needed to just be a bad dream, where she could close her eyes and just wake up back at home, or in line waiting to get into the lab. Leona couldn't be gone. Everything was just wrong. She couldn't except this. Just... no.

It was a while later when the sound of footsteps came from outside, and the jingle of keys. A lock clicked, and her door opened as she shrank back into the wall.

(Sorry I didn't update last night. Darn iPod spazzed and lost everything, and by then it was already late so I gave up...)

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