"Here kid get up." A voice echoed in Leon's head. "Get up, you're wasting space."

"Where am I?" Leon asked, his eyes struggling to open, a oddly shaped figure looking over at him, the strange man's voice seeming to have a faint echo.

"You're in my gym, what do you think? Did a whack to the head make you forget who you are? Come on kid this isn't a drama, get moving." The voice said seeming to get annoyed.

"His face is bruised Coach, can't you back off him a bit." A female voice said laying a hand on his aching forehead, her voice reminded him of someone...

"Like he can be bruised by a volley ball." A boy said, Leon trying to push his head over in the voices direction, his head beating, only a blurry hand visible.

"He must be more of a wimp then I thought." He thought he heard laughing from the boy.

"Shut up." The coach said, turning to the girl. "Okay Arum, get him to the nurse, but I want you back in five minutes."

"Thank you coach." Arum said, then turning to Leon, her face starting to become more visible, yet looking...fuzzy. "Come on Leon."

"Where...am I?" Leon muttered again, dazed by pain, unable to comprehend what he was seeing.

"School." Arum said calmly, her voice sounding worried.

"Are you okay Leon?" His eye's really did not understand what he was seeing, why it seemed like everything was fuzzy, no matter how close to sight he was, his own arms feeling fuzzy.

"Am I dreaming?" Leon muttered to himself as he slowly followed Arum.

"I don't know what Johnny put in that ball but your starting to worry me, just try to stay awake." Arum said, encouraging Leon on faster.

"I...I am.." Leon muttered his sight dying out for a second.

"It's strange, what did you say happened to him?" A fuzzy woman said, looking over him with a cold eye.

"It was a volley ball, I don't know what happened." The voice of Arum said.

"Do you think Johnny had enough time to put anything on the ball?" The woman asked.

"Not that I know of, all he did was spike it over the net." Arum said.

"Hello..." Leon muttered.

"Did he get hurt before hand?" The woman asked Arum.

"I don't know P.E is my first hour with him." Arum said.

"Hello..." Leon muttered again. His vision getting slightly better, yet their bodies seeming stuck as furry blobs. "I...want to know where I am." Leon said again, he could not remember anything, where he was, who he was, or why he was there.

"I told you, School Leon, come on, let get you up." Arum said, the background seeming to almost 'pop' as the two came into focus, a hand grabbing onto his own pulled him to his feet. "Are you okay?" Arum asked, with a grunt, Leon seeming almost stuck on the bed.

"I don't know....anything." Leon muttered. "Who are you people?" Leon said, his vision cutting off suddenly to find himself laying in a soft bed. The ceiling a soft grey color, contrasting against the bright orange walls, toy's laying scattered on the ground as well as clothes, with only spots of the floor visible under the mess. "Why am I..."

"Leon! Lunch is ready!" A voice said, a familiar echo running into his head.

"Give me a second!" Leon said in reply, his voice echoing down a stair case hidden in his room, clothes and toys covering it as well.

"Don't take long, your father wants to talk to you!" The voice said, was it...his grandma? It just felt strange, he felt sure it was his grandma, yet the voice felt...off.

"Coming." Leon yelled, the sound of something ripping echoing through the room as he pulled himself up. "What the...." Leon muttered glancing down at his hand, the sheet gashed, and fabric sticking out of what seemed to be a wood box...or a mattress. Yet the confusion went to a paw that seemed to be the culprit, covered in white fur with what seemed to be a spike sticking out of it, the bone white complementing its fur, who's was it? The stairs echoed with noise as his Grandma's voice ran ahead of her.

"Leon! What is taking you so...not again, pay attention to your paws." His Grandma said...Grandma...who is she? Wait...

"Ah!" Leon suddenly yelled falling off his bed, the wood frame ripping as the paw fell with him.

"What's wrong with you? Your parents may have credits to waste, but replacing your bed ever few days, is not exactly what I expected you to waste it on." She said...a pokémon said...

"Who are you?" Leon muttered that unclaimed paw just out of his vision.

"Your Grandma." The pokémon, a Roselia said. "They said your memory was a little off, but you couldn't have been hit that hard." her red and blue flower hands resting on her sides as she sighed.

"Grandma?" Leon asked.

"Yes." Leon's 'Grandma' said with a fake sigh. "I am your Grandma, now will you get off the floor? Your acting like a fool."

"Fine." Leon said, pushing himself up, feeling odd at his pokémon call itself his grandmother, noticing the paws were mocking his own as he pushed himself up, yet he felt oddly scared of looking down enough to see who's they were.

"Now clean up this mess and then come down stairs...I don't suppose you forgot what stairs are?" His 'grandmother' said.

"What is the matter with you?" Leon said, holding in, a calm surprise to see the paws were his own, a bone white spike jutting forward from his chest, yet thinking back it was painfully obvious.

"Look at you, a Lucai, the highest breed yet you...I don't have the will to say it every day, remember, you're a..." 'Grandma' stopped "...a...a lovely gift from above..."

"Thank you mother, but it's still tempting to throw you out." A Lucario said, her blue fur seeming to shape itself in almost a bragging fashion. "I've grown accustom to your complaint, but please stop taking advantage of his injuries just so that you can throw a few insults at him."

"Insults? Leota, I only had kind words for him." 'Grandma' said. "Isn't that right Leon, honey?" Looking over pleadingly at Leon who was poking at the spike jutting from his gut.

"I really don't care." Leon said. "I am still just trying to remember what I am." 'Grandma' winced as if she lost a chance at a good joke.

"A Lucario..." Leota said. "How bad were you hit Leo?" Leota said.

"I am not sure...I remember another Lucario...not much else." Leon said, looking up at the female Lucario trying to remember who she might be to him. "Um....mom."

"The other Lucario might have been Arum, she was helping me put you in the bed, is there anything else you remember?" Leota said.

"No...but I don't think the other Lucario had a name..." Leon said.

"Why would this other Lucario not have a name." 'Grandma' said. "Are you hanging out with thugs who don't even name their children?"

"Leo is smart enough to avoid gangs, Mother." Leota said.

"No respect for your elders." 'Grandma' said.

"If you forget, you are Leon's." Leota stopped looking at Leon "Not you Leo, your father...anyway Leon's guest, only living here because I asked him to let you. I don't care who you are but, bullying my child is out of the question... please respect your daughters wishes."

"Saying something like that to your mother...do you expect me to respect....that?" 'Grandma' said pointing to Leon. "He does not even look like Leon..his name sake is almost a insult to the...."

"Mother!" Leota yelled. "Do I have to keep telling you to stop."

"Hello..." Leon muttered.

"Give me a second Leo." Leota said to Leon.

"If you would just have tried for another and thrown this one out like I suggested, there would not have been a problem." 'Grandma' said, yelling back.

"Hello.." Leon said a little louder.

"You expect me to drop my own child out in the forest and forget him?" Leota yelled back.

"Well I at least expect-" 'Grandma' was cut off as Leon yelled over them

"Hello!" Leon yelled. "Can you calm down for a second and tell me where dad might be?" Leon asked calming down quickly as the words came out.

"Sure Leo...just down stairs and take a left near the bathroom, he should still be eating." Leota said, sighing and walking out, as she noticed that 'Grandma' was about to start yelling again. "Leo, please remember to take a bath later, you didn't take one yesterday." Leota said, before stepping out of view.

"This isn't over." 'Grandma' said angrily walking away.

"Whatever." Leon said, looking around the room and at himself, as he waited for enough time to have passed for his 'Grandma' to have left. The room, reminded him of something...maybe that just meant it simply was his room...maybe his reminding is simply remembering...yet it kept telling him to doubt it. To doubt his own body...why, was there something else, was something wrong?

"Leo! Your fathers calling, please hurry, he has to go soon." Leota yelled.

"Sorry!" Leon yelled going at a half hope down the stairs, temped to just jump them all.

"Stop the noise!" 'Grandma' yelled from a unknown direction as he jumped over two steps landing on the ground, the carpet underneath groaning. Ignoring the sound he walked down the halls, the walls covered in paintings of Lucario and other pokémon.

The Lucario all seeming strong or elegant, compared to their counterparts, men and women who seemed to have been painted as...lesser. The ceiling decorated in colorful trappings, a mark of a '~X~' placed at the center of several of the trappings as if it made simple materials worth far more. As he reached the bathroom even it seemed to call up feelings of wealth, marble set for its silver etched walls. The '~X~' set in the center of each wall with odd words underneath 'Oculus Aperi'.

"There you are." A man said, his voice seeming to carry with control and energy. "Come, sit down son, I have to leave soon, you can go to the bathroom soon, I won't be long."

"Sorry." Leon said looking around to see a deep blue Lucario sitting down at a oak table, the chairs laced with gold, the show of wealth seeming to be a waste to have for just the two of them, Leon looked to his eyes, eyes that stood a solid blue complementing his fur.

"You had quite a hit from what I heard, no problem with resting up a bit." the Lucario said...his father said.

"I guess." Leon said sitting down across from his father.

"Hm...you seem different...memory...let's hope it comes back soon." Leon Senior said.

"Because of Grandma?" Leon asked, Senior just laughed.

"Yes, I do suppose, mom might miss her old sparring partner, but I am talking about the competition you were in." Senior said.

"What competition?" Leon asked.

"I guess it would be hard to assume a fighting competition, considering you lost your memory thanks to a volley ball, in fact I think the guy who hit you was in fact your next opponent, which might actually be good news. You could probably beat him just by following instincts."Senior said. "I asked to see about that volley ball, but conveniently, it was missing."

"When is the fight?" Leon asked.

"Tonight, right after school ends, so take advantage of your day off, Rego will see how much you remember." Senior said.

"Rego? What is he?" Leon asked.

"A Hitmonlee, I have never really understood why, but you two seem to get along better than I ever did with my trainers, I guess you just like...liked fighting more than I ever did." Senior said seeming to get lost in memory's. "Well I am getting old...anyway, as soon as your done admiring the table, make sure you go down there, good luck son." he stood up, a nameless maid, a Primeape, a large number of bracelets adoring her arms, nearly covering them in a rainbow of colors in which her green eyes seeming to add yet another color to the rainbow, pulling the chair back, and picking up the now empty plate of food.

"Have a good day Master Leon Senior." The Primeape said in a over the top happy tone before looking to Leon and quickly putting a plate of food in front of him, very well organized vegetation, seeming to give off a aroma of sweets. "You recently became a vegetarian, correct, Master Leon Jr?" Her voice eager and once again 'over the top'. As convincing as she was Leon really was not sure if he was a vegetarian, but nodded, it was tasty enough, and considering how everyone was a pokémon, it felt rather awkward to eat anything other than vegetation, sure his 'grandmother' was technically a plant, but that did not seem to bother him much.

"Thank you...um.." Leon stopped, not sure how to address her.

"Milly, remember Master Leon Jr?" Milly said with a over the top sigh. "You even forgot me?"

"Maybe it's because you've only been here a week." Another primeape said coming out of a door to yet another lavishly decorated room, in comparison to Milly, this primeape seemed rather depressing, her fur tipped with black, and her eyes somehow making the color green dark and depressing as well.

"I don't really remember anyone." Leon said wishing he had not brought it up.

"How cruel of you Master Leon." the depressing primeape said. "I who treated you as my own, I who helped your mother birth you, I who-"

"Dramatizes everything." Milly said, once again 'over the top', dramatizing her own words.

"I wasn't done." the depressing primeape said.

"And if we waited then Master Leon Jr's food would have grown cold." Milly said.

"Is it my memory or does everyone in this house fight?" Leon muttered.

"I haven't been fighting Master Leon." The depressing primeape said. "Shela has only done her best to introduce herself, only Milly is acting to embarrass me."

"You're doing that to yourself." Milly sang.

"Sorry, but I want to eat, so please talk somewhere else." Leon said.

"Sorry Master." Both said in unison.

"By the way, where would Rego be?" Leon asked.

"You remember him, but not us?" Milly asked 'over the toply'

"Figures..." Shela said.

"Dad just told me, so don't worry nobody has been left out, just please tell me where he might be." Leon said.

"Dad forgot to mention that part."

"I just left from there." Shela said. "He is in the training room, down the flight of stairs in the room just left." She added on, pointing to the door that lay half open, his angle not allowing him to see the stairs.

"Thank you." Leon said, quickly eating his meal, the two maids quietly fighting with quick pokes and jabs, just out of his view, a bang of Milly tripping echoing as Shela ran over to take his plate and pull the chair away as he stood up.

"Have a nice day Master Leon." Shela said...in a very depressing tone.

"Thank you...and...please don't trip Milly again." Leon said.

"I assure you, it was at least half her doing, Master Leon." Shela said.

"Of course." Leon said, before going through the door to the room Shela had told him of, it like all the others it was a room marked with wealth, the walls etched in gold, and decorated with marking of old battles, the words
'Oculus Aperi' hiding around the room, colored in bright silver. "How much gold can one house have." Leon muttered.

"I don't know but your ancestors sure liked bragging." A voice said behind him, Leon quickly turned to see a Hitmonlee, likely Rego, and of course, his fist flying at Leon.

"Watch it." Leon said on the edge of yelling as he ducked, another punch flying at him, quickly upper cutting him, and knocked him into a chair, the chair groaning over its sudden load.

"Well it looks like your reflexes are in reasonable shape, not as good as they were, but I think I can handle fixing that in what time we have." Rego said.

"Thanks for the support." Leon groaned.

"Don't." Rego said simply as he walked down the stairs. After a few seconds of sitting there he heard Rego yelled

"Hurry up, we only have so long to train you." Which was oddly commanding enough to force him into a sprint down the stairs, and into what seemed to be another house, one that had been treated to a war, the stair case long and after a few yards turning to solid metal, the walls seeming to become thicker, covered in dents and rust stains, the '~X~' mark pressed into the wall at random points, glowing faintly, giving off enough light to help him down the stairs.

"How far does this go down?" Leon muttered, his voice echoing more then he would have liked.

"Enough that nobody has to worry about the property getting damaged." Rego says, the bottom of the steps finally visible, in which Leon jumped as a chair was thrown at him, the chair splintering into a thousand pieces as it was harshly thrown at the already dented stairs, his well angled feet, bracing for the fall without bothering him in the slightest, as he was forced to jump again, another chair flying in his direction.

"Why are chairs being thrown at me?" Leon yelled ducking as a metal chair flew past him, knocking over a cast iron table.

"Checking reflexes." Rego said, "Normally you would have caught them and thrown them back at me at this point, but I guess dodging is good."

"Probably." Leon said, as another chair flew past him, the metal banding hurting his strong hearing.

"But not quite good enough." Rego said, the cast iron table from before flying at him.

"Crap." Leon said jumping to the side, his right foot clipped by the table, pain shooting through his system.

"Don't slow down." Rego said.

"Good idea." Leon said, rolling on his back, the spike jutting from him, almost getting hit by another table thrown, the metal ringing getting louder.

"You know, before the memory thing, you were almost as strong as me, I had to train extra just to make sure you did not get ahead." Rego said. "What happened to that guy?" A table, along with the chairs that were sitting on it went flying at him, Leon almost slammed right into it, one of the chairs, while hitting him, pushed him out of the way of the flying table.

"I think he was hit one too many times." Leon said, picking up the chair as he pulled himself off the ground.

"You already broke the record for the number of times 'he' ever got hit." Rego said, picking up another table, throwing it at Leon angrily, which of course meant he did not even aim this time, the table flying far to his left, the metal chair in Leon's hand seeming like trying to hit a elephant with a rotten stick.

"Your aim is off." Leon said, hoping he sounded concerned, which only lead to another table flying at him, embedding itself in the metal wall.

"Don't taunt." Rego said sounding slightly out of breath.

"Now try to escape this." he said throwing another table, as if it was a base ball.

"Pain." Leon yelled, closing his eyes as he slammed the chair into the table, causing it to flip and slam him on his face, rolling just as Rego dropped a weight where he had been laying. "Isn't this excessive?" Leon said quickly jumping over him, as he tried to side swipe Leon.

"Fight back." Rego said spinning the table around, who was unable to jump high enough, the table hitting his feet, causing him to land on his head.

"Let me get some my feet on the ground." Leon grunted rolling out of the way as the table as smashed into the floor, the metal of the surface overwhelming him with noise.

"Your enemy would not give you a chance." Rego said calmly as he kicked Leon in the face as he tried to get up, throwing the table to the side.

"Thanks..." Leon said as he was yanked up to his feet, seeming to entirely ignore Rego's fist as it slammed into his face. "I needed to get close enough." Leon muttered lifting his paw, a glowing white energy sparking off of it, "Aurora blast..." Leon muttered, a solid burst of energy fired point blank in Rego's face. "I win..." Leon said falling on his back.

"Nope..." Rego replied, laying on the group dully, "But it's good enough for today, you will need rest for tonight. No point in keeping you much longer." He said, pulling Leon up, a white mark crowning Rego's brow.Chapter End Notes:____________________________________
Mental stability...30%Tibit(almost forgot this):There are many "Family's", ones who have a sort of pokémon mascot, and in fact most are in some way or another related to one or more of the families. Yet only the ones closer to the main line ever are given the pokémon that is the base of their name sake. Of these family's there are 5 who are the most powerful and are said to influence the Emperor. The Lucai(Lucario), The Alkazon(Alakazam), The Xataru(Xatu), The Eveous(Eevee), and The Goldarian(Golduck)