Zygard and The Bond Phenomenon.

...You Instantly Regret It.

Greninja stared glumly at the ceiling of the study, missing the sweet comfort of his lumpy cabin bed and the slight rocking of the ship that would occasionally keep him up at night. Those slight discomforts now seemed like luxuries in comparison with his current accommodations which included: a slightly sticky busted couch, a scratchy blanket that would either covered his feet or chest but never both, and a half empty pillow.

Lydia had provided him with the pillow and blanket, apologizing beforehand for their condition but explaining that they were the only spares they had. Greninja mustered a smile to his face and thanked her for everything. Once she'd gone and was out of ear shot he silently moaned about his shoddy sleep conditions and-,after a few minutes of struggling with the couch,- wound up lying on the hardwood floor with his blanket stretched over his chest.

Surprisingly, Greninja was relatively comfortable on the hardwood floor which made the fact that sleep refused to accompany him. For the next few hours all he could do was stare at the ceiling, his mind moving amidst a tangle of his own thoughts and the various sounds of Lydia's family moving about the night.

His mind seemed to operate on a sporadic cycle of thought that went something like: "Where are my friends now? Who are the guardians and why'd they choose to drop me off here? What did Roy serve me? What did they mean when they said Kalos was lost? What is Roy going to have me do for the next week?" And a number of other bizarre thoughts that would pop up from time to time.

At one point while wondering if the color orange got its name from the fruit or if the fruit was named after the color, he heard the front door open and someone walk in. He wasn't sure who it was at first and as he heard them walk up the stairs he began to shift himself into a defensive position.

He was just about to rise and sneak over to his doorframe when he heard Roy address the intruder.

"Long walk?" Roy whispered.

"It took a little while to vent," Greninja heard Greg grumble.

"You remember to conceal yourself?"

"Don't worry, no one saw me," Greg whispered with a hint of smugness.

"Good, glad to see you can still keep a level head when you want to," Roy said critically.

Greg mumbled something Greninja couldn't hear but he assumed it was about him based on what Roy said next.

"You know he's not our enemy."

"We don't know that. He could be anyone for all we know..."

"I heard a rumor today," Roy said quietly, "A Pokémon showed up out of nowhere in the middle of gang territory. They took down a number of various gang members and even sent one of the Backstreet Bidoof's top members, Barry, running. They then headed for the market where they vanished into thin air."

There was a short pause as Roy moved and Greninja had to strain to hear the rest.

"I don't think someone who would attack gang members and leave civilians alone is someone we can consider an enemy. I think they're an asset, and that they can help us right some of the wrongs of this city.... What do you think?"

Greninja heard a drawn out sigh followed by Greg's voice. "I think what we want to do is dangerous and that if you want to involve someone like that into our plans that's you should have consulted with the rest of us. And I don't think we should be blindly inviting strangers into our home and keeping them around our family!"

"Neither do I. Why do you think I was up here at this time of night?"

"Oh and here I thought you were waiting for me," Greg said sarcastically.