Dumbstruck from our discovery, Kotori and I stared at a eachother for a split moment. I then walked up to the scientist and shook his hand.
"I'm Fushidara and this is Kotori. We have been in search for a certain Pokemon for some time and our travels have led us to this island. We were surprised to see it so desolate and even more surprised to find a man living in such a state."
The man adjusted his glasses and chuckled. "Well, the only reason your travels must have led you here may be the fact that this island once had a successful Pokemon Laboratory. I was one of the researchers back then."
"Really?" I asked as my heart lightened a bit. "Then maybe you can help me find Meloetta!"
"Meloetta, you say?" The researcher said as he scratched his head. "Sorry, I don't recall any Pokemon by that name. But maybe one of my fellow colleagues have picked up something. Have you talked to Dr. Fuji?"
I averted my eyes downward as a shadow fell over my face. "He passed away before I could talk to him."
"Oh...I'm sorry to hear this. Dr. Fuji was a dear friend of mine. I wish I could've seen him one last time...Well, the only other researcher that comes to mind is Dr. Larson. Dr. Cole Larson was an odd person, though. He researched on Pokemon transformations and such metamorphoses. He never showed any emotion but I felt a strange sense of bloodlust from his presence. Alas, nobody's heard from him since the...incident."
"What incident?" I asked hurriedly.
"...It's nothing we speak of anymore. But after that lab incident, us researchers were disbanded by our sponsors and sent our helpless ways. I heard Dr. Fuji went to live in a quiet town, Dr. Larson seems to have disappeared along with our contact with our previous patrons, and I have been searching for my daughter since that dreadful day."
I paused for a moment, then looked up at the aged scientist's face. "Tell me, who hired you before?"
"Why, Team Rocket of course."
"Then...the incident was..."
"Yes." The scientist sighed. "The Mewtwo catastrophe."
My stomach dropped upon hearing this. The terror of an artificial Pokemon released upon the world was crafted by the hands of this man. "Well...is there any chance I can find Dr. Larson? Maybe he's with Team Rocket's develop-"
"Don't find him. I don't know if he's still alive or not, but you'll be lucky to never run into him. However..."
The scientist reached into his bag and revealed an old leather book bound by a black shoelace. "While I was on this island, I found that the old lab and my mansion was burned down. From the rubble I found Dr. Larson's old lab journal. Maybe you can find some use to it."
He tossed it to me and I turned the book to it's cover. The book had a musty ash scent to it and the pages were wrinkled. This has seriously endured the test of time.
"Thank you, Dr..." I paused as I don't think I caught his name.
"Thank you, Dr. Valentine," I said as Kotori and I climbed on our Pokemon to take into the Kanto Skies once more.
"Also, Fushidara. If you happen to find my daughter, tell her I love her and that I'm alright."
I nodded back. "Sure thing, Doctor." And we took off.
[exit to Kanto Skies]