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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\"         Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1165 days Last activity: 1165 days |
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Prologue The world is in peril. The terrorist sect, known as Team Rocket, has begun their expansion of control in most of the Eastern world, and their influence spreads, day by day. When their twisted views on world domination through Pokemon reaches the small suburb of Kuriyama, everyone's lives will be changed, and a new enemy of Team Rocket will be born. Chapter 1 The Travesty She ruffled his hair as she spoke to him. His mother was going out on an errand to the Pokemon Center in the middle of the quaint, uneventful town. Each house was about an eighth of a mile apart, and not incredibly big. People kept to themselves, and the only center of activity in Kuriyama was the unusually and uncharacteristically large Pokemon Center that often held meetings for Trainers and whatnot. "Take care of the house while I'm gone Kazuma!" He looked back at her half heartedly as he watched the television in the living room. "See yuh, mom." She was in her late thirties; tall, and beautiful, with long back hair that reached the small of her back. As she left, dressed in her long skirt and soft black leather coat, Kazuma looked over to her, and felt suddenly ill at ease. "It's probably just my imagination," he said to himself as he shrugged off the feeling. Not long after his mother left, a rapping came at his front door. Unwillingly, Kazuma got up form his spot in front of the TV and opened the door. Standing there in his grey hoodie and jeans was Kazuma's friend from his High School, Shinji Maeda. He and Kazuma both graduated last year, and were making their plans for college by skipping a year before actually attending. "Oi! Kazuma! How are you, buddy?" Kazuma greeted him in his loose fitting blue tee shirt and baggy jeans with a half hearted smile. “What's up, Shinji?" questioned Kazuma. It's not uncommon to see Shinji rapping at Kazuma's door, but this time, there was something wrong. Kazuma could sense some vibes that he didn't like. Shinji took him by the shoulder, walked inside, and shut the door behind him. "I saw them, Kazuma. Team Rocket. They're here." Shinji's long, stubbly face grew solemn and upset as he plopped down on the couch in the living room. Kazuma's eyes widened as he stood next to Shinji. "What!? What are they doing here?" Kazuma demanded. Shinji looked back at him. "I don't know, but it can't be anything good. They were headed towards the Pokemon Center." Kazuma suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. "No... My mother's in there!" Shinji leaned back and folded his arms. "I doubt they'd hurt her. There's no profit in killing off small town civilians like us." Kazuma boiled with rage. He fumed at his friend's words. "How can you be so calm!? These murderers are in our hometown! You're just gonna standby and watch?" Shinji leaned forward, and stared at Kazuma. "Kazuma, there's nothing we can do, dammit! Even the National Guard is too afraid of them. We should just let them take what they want, and we'll be alright." Kazuma sat down on his couch next to Shinji. His head started to pound as he held his face in his hands, desperately trying to come up with a solution to his problems. Suddenly, gunfire could be heard in the distance. Not the sound of pistols, but of the more violent and evil sounds of machine guns. Kazuma stood at attention, grimacing at the door. Sweat dripped down his head, and tears welled up in his eyes. "No...." Shinji just looked at Kazuma, and then hung his head. He was certain of what had happened, and his friend was not going to like hearing the news of the events that have transpired. That much was for certain. It was only a few minutes of dead silence in the household before the inevitable knocking on the door resonated throughout the house. Kazuma's heart sank, and knot formed in the pit of his stomach. As he slowly opened the door, Shinji looked over from the couch to whoever was disturbing the somber moment. It was a police officer. A man, dressed in a police hat, blue suit, white shirt and black tie. Very neat and tall, the man looked at Kazuma with a solemn frown. "Are you Kazuma Aramaki?" he said with incredible sadness in his voice. Kazuma nodded slowly, and Shinji looked away despondently. "I am officer Takahashi, of the Shinjuku Police Force." The officer took out a dossier and read it aloud. "I regretfully inform you that today, at 3:06 PM, in the Kuriyama Pokemon Center, Yukiko Aramaki was killed in the line of fire in a terrorist attack by Team Rocket. Death toll has reached thirty-seven confirmed dead, and zero wounded. There were no survivors." He put the dossier away. Kazuma stood rigid as a bored, as tears welled up in his eyes, and even though the feeling of this calamity has penetrated him down to his core, he remained firm and stoic, showing little to no emotion for quite some time as he stared down the police officer with the epitome of melancholy distress while his palms sweat and his legs began to feel weak, like wet noodles while pondering the turn of events and how he would go about handling the current situation like an adult. All the while, Shinji just gaped with sheer disbelief after watching the events unfold before his very eyes, feeling the utter solitude and loneliness that his friend must surely be experiencing. At that particular moment in time, Kazuma felt like the last and only person on the face of the planet, as the separation anxiety from the only member of his family began to set in, forcing him to finally open up and display his feelings outright and without shame or second thought. He took off into his room across the hall from the bathroom, and slammed the door, with an unrestrained feeling of sadness, confusion, remorse, and most interesting of all, sheer anger, and soon, all he could think of was destroying the terrorists who took the life of his maternal influence away. Shinji looked up to the officer, and walked over to him. Shaking his hand heartily, Shinji nodded. "Thank you, officer." The policeman looked into Shinji's eyes, and could tell that he and Kazuma were friends right away. "The boy needs a friend about now. Go and cheer him up. We'll take care of all the legal matters." Shinji nodded, and wiped a stray tear from his face, and closed the door as the officer left the home. In his bed, Kazuma remembered the face of his mother; the woman he saw, not a half hour ago. He couldn't come to grips with it, and in his rage, he punched the wall as hard as he could, breaking the sheetrock and bloodying his hands. "Mom... I'll avenge you... If it's the last thing I do..." he sobbed. Revenge was the only thing on his mind as he made his threat... No... His promise to Team Rocket. Chapter 2 The Decision Six months have past, and the scars of the holocaust that struck the town have not yet faded from the annals of its history. All the legal matters have finally settled with Kazuma and his mother’s death. He was given possession of the house, and any payments on it or mortgages have been fully compensated. Kazuma has changed. Though he could remember his past, he could never relive it, for the life he had became a shattered mirror, which he could no longer look into and see one person. Faces stared back, laughing, mocking, without guilt or sorrow, taunting Kazuma each night he slept, tormenting him in his sleep. The solitude was unbearable. “So this is how Shinji must feel…” Kazuma said to himself as he lie in his bed one moonlit night. Shinji’s parents divorced, and he decided to move out on his own when he was but 16. Using what little money he had, he rented a place in Kuriyama, and made plenty of friends. Kazuma was the most notable of them all. Kazuma was a tall, handsome man, with long features, and long silver hair which reached his shoulders. It flopped messily over his eyes, and he never bothered to comb it back. He felt it gave him a sense of individuality, so he always left it unkempt, but strangely, it looked rather good on him. He was athletic, but never played sports actively. He could always be seen in a black hoodie and jeans, as it was the most expedient way to dress without getting too casual, he always thought. He did relatively well in Shinjuku High School, getting rather high marks, so many see him as a better than average student. He’s not one to slack off; Kazuma always finishes every job he starts. His ordeal with Team Rocket will be no different. As the sun rose in the morning after another sleepless night, Kazuma awoke with an unnatural decisiveness in his heart. Without even eating breakfast, he began packing a single backpack with clothes, bottles of water, a first aid kit, and several other supplies that would come in handy for a long hike. He left his house, breathing in the warm August air, and seeing the orangey yellow of the sunrise. As he lifted the old garage door of his home, he happened to see Shinji across the street, with his arms folded. “Oi. Kazuma.” He waved at his friend, and Kazuma stood up and looked back to his friend, who was leaning against one tree in a forest on the edge of the country road. The wind blew from the south, and Kazuma, who was facing the sun and his friend, squinted from the blowing and the solar body in his eyes. “Shinji-chan…” Kazuma knew full well what Shinji wanted to tell him, and Kazuma wasn’t about to shut him out any longer. Shinji’s head was hung, so you couldn’t see his eyes under his mid length straight hair. He held up a Pokeball, and Kazuma could clearly see it, even against the shadows. Finally looking up, Shinji smiled and looked at Kazuma. His eyes were bloodshot and had dark circles under them from lack of sleep. “I stayed up all night long trying to catch this little bastard for you, Kazuma.” Kazuma smiled, realizing the deed his friend had done for him. “If you’re going to take on Team Rocket, you might as well have something to fight them with.” He tossed the red and white ball to Kazuma, who caught it deftly in one hand. He examined it, and finally said to Shinji while crossing the road to him, “What’s inside?” Shinji grinned. “Toss it on the ground and find out, bro!” He nodded and complied, lightly throwing the ball to the grass. The chemical reaction occurred, and in a small explosion of light and sound, the form of a creature took place, and after the light had subsided, the Pokemon was able to be seen completely. It was a lizard, resembling an Iguana, only much smaller; only about two feet long. Its chin and underbelly was red; possibly warning marks or mating signs. “It’s a Treecko, Kazuma. A grass Pokemon. Take good care of it, man” Kazuma smiled as he looked into the sunrise, then back to Shinji. “Thank you, Shinji.” Shinji looked back to his friend. “So I guess this is the part where you ride off into the sunrise?” Kazuma chuckled a bit. “I guess so, my friend.” Shinji pushed off the tree, and sauntered up to Kazuma. “Then I’m going with you, ya crazy bastard.” Kazuma stood in a bit of shock, as he was half turned around to go back across the road to his home. “…What?” Chapter 3 The Battle Kazuma gazed at Shinji in confusion. He was certain he didn’t hear that right. Shinji smiled, and walked over to him, then lowered his head. “You know…. If I let you go to your mother, maybe you could have made a difference. Maybe… She wouldn’t be dead now.” Shinji was devastated, and the guilt that beleaguered his mind has been torturing him for a while now, and if there was even the most remote chance of getting that monkey off his back, he would take it. “Shinji, this is my fight. There’s no need for you to risk your life over me.” Shinji just laughed a bit. “God, Kazuma. You’re always so serious. Accept a little help. You can’t go it alone; I won’t let you. You’re almost like a brother to me.” Kazuma smiled, and considered the idea of taking his good friend along with him. “You don’t have a Pokemon though… Do you?” Shinji smirked at the remark. “As a matter of fact, I do. I never told you, mainly because it’s a Dark type, and most people look at Dark types, thinking they’re evil, or something retarded like that.” Kazuma was a little shocked. He was taken aback at the thought that his best friend would think that he would judge him based on his Pokemon. “Well, what is it, then? Let me see.” Shinji sighed, and pulled out a blue and white Great Ball, and tossed it upon the ground. After the dazzling display of electrical energy being reformed into solid matter, the Pokemon stood on its two clawed feet. It was completely black, and had a short, thin body and a large, ovoid head, with large green eyes. Its face resembled that of a cat’s, but retained a strange sense of humanity in it. There was a single red feather jutting from its left ear, and an odd, elliptical yellow mark on its forehead, and a similar one on its chest. The most notable of all its features were its razor sharp claws; two of them on each hand of its short, thin arms. Shinji looked down at it, and scratched its head, while it purred in exuberance. “This is my Sneasel. I caught him about a year ago in a cave not far from here. I was getting lonely living alone, so I found this little guy, and he’s been by my side ever since.” Kazuma eyed him suspiciously. “Are you… a Trainer?” Kazuma asked. Shinji scoffed to himself at the idea, and rolled his eyes. “Oh, God, no. I never battle unless there happens to be a wild Pokemon in my way. And even then; those occurrences are pretty uncommon around here.” With that remark, Kazuma smirked. “Well, then; how ‘bout a Pokemon Battle? Might as well get used to it of we’re going to be fighting the Rockets.” Shinji was amazed at Kazuma; he was the last person he thought would ever want to spearhead a battle right off the bat. Shinji was hesitant, but gave in to the challenge, and accepted it. He took Kazuma by the shoulder, and walked with him onto Kazuma’s driveway, with the Sneasel toddling along. “Alright then, Kazuma. Show me what you got!” Kazuma grinned. “You asked for it!” With that, he took out his Pokeball and tossed it upon the ground, releasing his Treecko for the impending battle. The Sneasel noticed his contender, and readied himself. “Treecko! Charge at it, and then dodge! Flank him from the side!” The small lizard dashed out right into the Sneasel’s line of sight, which attempted to cut the lizard apart with a slash from its claws. Instead, the only thing its claws struck was the asphalt of the driveway. The Treecko was out of its sight, and the next moment, the Sneasel was Tackled in the side, and was propelled several inches. It gripped its side in a bit of pain, as the lizard cautiously eyed its foe in anticipation of its next move. Without hesitation, the Sneasel launched at the Treecko, jumping a foot into the air, and planting one of its claws firmly into its tail. “Treecko!” Kazuma exclaimed, but his worry quickly faded once the lizard’s tail snapped off in its defense, and it escaped to the Sneasel’s back, and landed a forceful Quick Attack upon the back of the Sneasel’s head, knocking it unconscious. Kazuma and his Treecko were triumphant, and a gleam appeared in his Pokemon’s eye. It too was evidently happy from the outcome of the fight. Shinji seemed to shrink in disappointment, as he despondently activated the lens on the Great Ball, returning his Sneasel its home. “Dammit…” he cursed to himself, wallowing in his defeat. The beam of red light reacted with the genetic makeup of the Pokemon, and it was transformed into pure energy, as it was called back into the orb. “Nicely done, for a new Trainer, Kazuma. You keep it up; I still got a lot to learn, I guess” He rubbed the back of his head as he smiled. “Hey, Shinji.” Kazuma looked right at his friend, as he too retrieved his Pokemon into its ball. “Thanks, man.” He smiled. “Come on; get your things. Let’s go Rocket hunting.” He said with a decisive tone to his voice. Shinji grinned, and after he thanked him with a hearty handshake, he dashed off back to his house to get his belongings together. This was going to be one hell of a road trip, he thought to himself. (Last edited by Clockworkz on 02-22-06 07:19 PM) |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1165 days Last activity: 1165 days |
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| Chapter 4
The Assault It was an almost awe-inspiring site to see. The mid morning sun beat down upon them as they traversed the quiet, farmlands of the countryside, the two intrepid men on their mission of vengeance, revenge, and hopefully, maybe even inevitably, peace. Upon their bicycles, the youths looked ahead to the future, and pondered over what should be the next course of action. Kazuma was in front, with Shinji not far behind. Shinji piped up, shouting so that Kazuma could hear him. “Where are going to go, Kazuma?” Kazuma turned to look behind him, and replied, “We’re going to look for help! We’re headed towards Nakano, and maybe the Gym Leader there can give us some information.” A sound plan; Nakano was only several kilometers to the west, and it was light travel. Hideki Anzu, the leader of the Gym would most likely be of assistance, as nothing gets past him, when it comes to current events. He is also credited with being the holder of the Terra Badge, for his Pokemon were all of the ground type; many aspiring trainers choose to challenge him first, since the Ground type holds familiar weaknesses of water and grass. But battling, much less collecting badges, was the last thing on Kazuma’s mind. The weather was beautiful; bright and sunny, and approximately 76 degrees, with a mild wind blowing from the south, which barely startled the trees that sparsely populated the acres of fields, dotted with large cows and other farm animals gazing in the sun. The wooden farm fences gave the area a very rustic feel, and made Kazuma feel much calmer than he had previously been. Shinji breathed a deep sigh as he took in the fresh air as the wind blew into his face as he kept pace with Kazuma. Unfortunately, the peacefulness of the rural surroundings was interrupted by the all too familiar (and unfortunately common) sounds of gunfire. Kazuma’s stopped his bike instantly, with Shinji following suit. A horrid flashback ensued in Kazuma’s mind, as his eyes grew wide and he gaped in the direction of the sound. He began to sweat, and he found it hard to swallow. Shinji was in shock, as he exclaimed, “What the hell? That ain’t no angry farmer, I don’t think!” Kazuma finally got two words out of his dry mouth, ridden with the taste of fear. “Oh, God…” Shinji walked his bike over to Kazuma, and smacked him upside the head, looking a bit annoyed. “Whaddaya doing, just standing there? If it is Team Rocket, then we got a few scores to settle!” Shinji remounted onto his bike and sped across the street. Kazuma continued to stare into the small, dense forested area bordering a fenced in field, where he heard the gunfire originate. But as soon as he noticed Shinji speeding off like a bat out of hell, Kazuma regained control of his body, and attuned his senses again. “Shinji, wait!” Kazuma kicked off the ground with his bike and followed him into the woods. Several more shots were heard, and as the duo continued to navigate dexterously though the forest, remembering what they were up against. * * * Her mind raced. The men surrounding her were clearly not friendly entities, as their gunfire has spoken for them. Her shoulder bled, and she was in pain, but that did not stop her from guarding her child in her lap, as she knelt upon the grass. “You don’t know when you’ve lost, do you,” one of the men sneered. He was tall, and had a long face. His chin was dark with stubble, and his eyes were not visible, for large, silver reflective sunglasses rested upon his nose. In his teeth was clenched a cigarette, half smoked away. He, like all of his comrades, was clothed with black combat pants, and matching boots and tactical upper body gear, which included a tight, long sleeve shirt, combat gloves, and a tactical vest, on which a large, red painted ‘R’ was adorned. In his right hand, he gripped a billy-club, and smacked it into his other open palm repeatedly, as he closed in menacingly upon his victim. “Last warning, bitch. Give us the child.” She narrowed her red eyes as the man, and held her child tighter to her chest, as she scowled at him. Using her telepathic prowess, she reached out to her oppressors once more. “You shall not have him! I would sooner die, than let you monsters take him away from me!” Her assailant stopped just short of her, and she looked though her green hair and up towards at the cruel man who towered over her, now looking solemn and angered. “Fine. Have it your way.” He brought his arm above his head, and crashed the billy-club down upon her face, smacking her into delirium. She softly wept to herself, trying to ignore the pain, as her small, pale child was torn from her arms while she lay there, helpless to stop the kidnapping. Blood dripped out of her mouth and down her chin, as she cried out to her child. “No… Ralts… Please! Leave him be! Take me instead-“ Her telepathy was cut off with a swift kick to the stomach, knocking all the breath out of her. Her enemy walked off, with the crying toddler in his arms, as he walked back to his van. “He belongs to Team Rocket now. Men! Finish her off. The boss is gonna be beside himself when he hears we finally got this little bastard,” he told his troops, before he started the ignition in his van, and drove off, with a satisfied look on his face. The Rockets grinned, and moved in closer to the battered Gardevoir mother with their guns raised, and she squinted her eyes shut, as she quietly waited for her now-meaningless life to end….. Chapter Five The Promise Like an explosion, two young men burst from the brush of the wood into the large clearing, where the Gardevoir was being cornered. They swerved their bikes as they touched base with the ground and leapt off them. One of the guards turned around to see them, in utter astonishment, as he called out to his friends. “Hey! There are kids here!” “What? Who are they?” “We gotta do something!” Various responses were uttered in this befuddling turn of events, and the acting leader of the gang decided to speak up. “Get them!” Amidst all the confusion, Shinji had ample time to deploy his Sneasel, who now stood next to his trainer, steadfast as a rock. Shinji and his Pokemon started running to the side of the Rockets as they were chased, and Kazuma followed suit. The injured Gardevoir opened her eyes and picked up her head, watching the bold heroes draw the Rockets’ attention. Meanwhile, Shinji looked down to his Sneasel as he ran. “Sneasel; I need you to kill those men chasing us!” The Sneasel gave a look of fear, overlaid with confusion. “They’re bad men, Sneasel. You have to! Please!” It nodded as it trotted with its Trainer, and suddenly stood at attention and turned around to face the Rockets. “Aww, look; the little kitty wants to play with us,” one of the Rockets mocked sarcastically, as he aimed his nine millimeter at its head. However, without any sign of an imminent attack at all, the Sneasel leapt with a grunt, and sunk its claws deep into the Rocket’s throat, by utilizing a Faint Attack. As the body fell, the Sneasel pushed itself off the dead guard’s face, and propelled itself forward onto the other Rocket’s head, who shouted in panic. With reluctance, but no hesitation, the Sneasel reared back, and thrust its right claw through the roof of the Rocket’s mouth as he screamed, killing him instantly. All the while, the Gardevoir watched, too battered up to move. She laid there, and watched the battle unfold, in the hopes that she would actually live through this nightmare. The other Rockets were afraid of the little black bipedal weasel, but still held their ground. Only three were left. Shinji and Kazuma stopped running once they saw that the Sneasel had dispatched the two guards. Shinji’s Pokemon slowly ambled up to its Trainer, with a bit of sadness and disgust in its eyes. It was obvious that the smell of blood left a bitter taste in his mouth. Yet, it seemed to not care about its blood stained claws, and just looked down, as though it were ashamed of what it had done. However, Kazuma’s senses picked up the recognizable clicking sound of clips being loaded into guns, and shoved Shinji to keep him moving. “Run!” A hail of gun fire traced their path, only a few feet behind them, as they darted along the edge of the woods, now to their other side. As Kazuma ran, he managed to pick up a rock that was on the ground, and he turned and threw it at one of the guards. It nailed one of them in the head, and he was sent reeling, his finger still depressed on the trigger. The Gardevoir hid her head with her hands, as the stray gunfire unintentionally penetrated the skulls of his two comrades, and before the man that Kazuma struck fell to the ground, the Sneasel was already there behind him. The guard fell onto the Sneasel’s claws, as it thrust its blade-like digits into the back of the guard, and tossed him aside. The Rockets had been dispatched. Shinji hung back to examine the scene, and saw his Sneasel on the verge of tears. He bent down and pet its head, smiling. “Those men were evil, guy. We did what we had to so we could help another. Please understand.” After a few seconds, the Sneasel looked up at its Trainer, and leaned into his legs, wrapping its arms around Shinji’s shins. He smiled, and looked back at his little black friend. “I know. It’s alright. I love you, too.” Meanwhile, Kazuma gazed around at the carnage the he helped orchestrate while he approached the Gardevoir and knelt down next to her, smiling, offering his hand, and though she could barely move, she still managed to gently put her hand in his while she curiously watched the human who risked his life to save hers. “What is your name?” she asked him through telepathic communication. Kazuma blinked, as he had never experienced psychic emissions before, but he soon adjusted himself. It sounded just like someone talking to him, even though her lips weren’t moving. “I am Kazuma Aramaki,” he explained, as he stared at the injured Pokemon. She seemed tall. Her face was incredibly hominid, aside from the fact that she had no nose, and her enchanting eyes were larger, and naturally red. Her green hair was in a natural, bouffant-like style, with it hanging lazily over her eyes. Her body was very thin; the same went for her arms. They too were incredibly thin, but thickened around the forearm smoothly, and it seemed almost club-like in appearance. Her hands flowed directly from her forearms into her wrists, showing little transition from bone structure. Her chest was built like a normal adolescent human female chest, and in its middle was a triangular crimson appendage, which resembled a small horn. Her thin, green legs were shrouded by a white cloak. Whether it was a natural part of her body was indiscernible, as it flowed as smoothly as fabric, but looked attached to her torso. Kazuma looked down at her sad face, and smiled, to let her know things would be alright. “You’re safe now. Nothing’s going to get you, alright? I promise.” Chapter 6 The Information There was a cough; then a gag, followed by heavy, fast breathing. The last Rocket who had been dispatched at the hands of the Sneasel was still alive. Shinji turned and looked at the frail man who lay upon the ground, who was smiling while blood oozed out of his mouth. Kazuma noticed him as well, and moved his arm in front of her, as if to protect her, as his face grew stern. Though he admired the man’s strength, Shinji still hated him for what he was, and on his way over to him, he told his Sneasel to stay behind. He picked up a pistol that was lying near one of the Rockets’ hands, and gripped it, as he made his way to him. Aiming the gun squarely at his head, Shinji ordered the dying man. “I think it’s time for some answers, pal. What the hell were you doing here?” Shinji demanded with a bit of anger in his voice. The Rocket only chuckled to himself, but that only irritated Shinji, and he cocked the gun, making Kazuma’s ears ring. The very sound of a gun was heart-wrenching, and to see his best friend aim at someone’s head was even more of a mind job. “Now!” he said, quivering with fury. Shinji wasn’t playing games; he was dead serious, and wasn’t afraid to pull that trigger, and end the grunt’s miserable life. The man coughed, and spat up some blood. “That bitch’s Ralts… It has incredible potential… Project Armageddon…. He will be our… pride and joy…” He giggled a bit, and turned his head to the side, looking away from Shinji. “You won’t stand a chance against us… with that kid on our side…” Shinji stammered, and looked inherently confused at his hostage’s words. “What is Project Armageddon? Tell me!” The guard turned his eyes toward him, and with his last ounce of strength, he spoke again, for the last time. “Hu… mans… and… Pokemon… Gene splicing… One body… infinite… power…” His words were so broken that Shinji could barely make them out. “What? What are you saying?” Speak to me!” Shinji pleaded, but it was to no avail. The Rocket finally died, and his eyes glassed over, while he still kept his insidious grin on his cold face. Lowering his gun, Shinji backed away, and looked at the piece in his hand, then pocketed it. Kazuma looked up at his friend, and asked him, “What did he say?” Shinji looked around, and wrinkled his nose at the scent of the blood and gunpowder in the air. Finally, he told Kazuma, “He said something about a ‘Project Armageddon’, involving Pokemon, humans, gene splicing, and ‘one body’, and how that Gardevoir’s child would be a good candidate for it. What can you make out of that?” Kazuma sighed, and bit his finger, as the possibilities and thoughts of the cryptic information raced through his mind. “I have an idea, but it’s still kinda vague. I think he means, fusing Pokemon genes and Human genes into one body. And if that’s the case, there could be a mess of trouble on our plates if it comes to fruition.” Shinji nodded, and looked at the Sneasel. It was in distress, shaking from all the horrible events that occurred, and its master decided to call it back into its ball. He then diverted his attention to the injured Gardevoir, who looked back at him. With curiosity, she reached out to Shinji, and spoke to him. “Who are you? What do you want?” Shinji, like Kazuma, was a bit surprised that the Pokemon could speak, but once he noticed her lips weren’t moving, he stopped looking around in mystification. “I’m Shinji Kourata, a friend of Kazuma’s. We ain’t gonna hurt you; in fact, you look like you need a little help there.” He smiled, hoping that a bit of an armistice could be settled between him and Pokemon, since it was apparent in her expression that her trust in him was limited, to say the least. She nodded, indifferently, and turned her attention to Kazuma. “You told me... that you’d protect me and keep me safe. Is what you say true?” she asked in earnest, while her eyes pleaded for his words to be absolute; Kazuma nodded. “I swear it. I will protect you.” Shinji watched him pledge himself to this Gardevoir, and interjected. “Hold up there, lightning. Sorry to break your bubble, but keep in mind that we have no room on our bikes to take her. And the nearest Pokemon Center is now miles away.” Kazuma just looked at him with an air of exasperation. “You know how to drive, right?” Kazuma sighed. Shinji looked around, agitated, answered him curtly him, “Yeah, but I don’t see what that has to do with anything-“ He was cut off with Kazuma pointing past him, to the black van parked near the woods in the clearing. “We’ll use that.” Shinji gazed over curiously, looking at the vehicle. With disdain, and unenthusiastic agreement, he shrugged. “Fine; whatever. We’re loading up the weapons, though. It’ll be more effective than just relying on our Pokemon.” With that, Shinji yawned, and stretched his arms. He got little sleep while hunting for the Treecko the previous night, so needless to say that ‘tired’ was an understatement. Kazuma stared at him. “You alright to drive? You seem sleepy.” Perking up a little, Shinji reassured him, “Yeah, I’m fine. I’ll drive; don’t worry.” Kazuma smiled, with decisiveness in his eyes. “Alright, then. Let’s go.” He gave another look to the Gardevoir. “Can you stand? We need to keep moving.” The Pokemon nodded faintly, and tried to stand, but it was to no advantage. She fell back down to her knees, grimacing, and almost all her strength left her. Kazuma looked concerned, and decided to pick her up. She was surprisingly light, and seemed surprised to see her new friend and protector carry her to the van. “Th-thank you,” she communicated to him, with a bit more liveliness in her thoughts, as Shinji opened the doors to the back of the van. It was empty inside; all of the equipment must have either been on the Rockets, or transferred to the other van before it left. Kazuma clambered into the back, and laid the Gardevoir down inside, then jumped out, and ran to his bike. After walking it over, he opened the backpack on the handlebar, and took out several blankets, and folded them neatly by his new partner, and told her to rest. She shifted her body onto the soft, down comforter, and felt a sense of pride; of duty; almost of love for this man who risked his life for her. The kind of love a mother has for a child. Shinji returned to the van, with several machine guns in his hands, and Kazuma opened up a built in compartment near the rear of the truck which was conveniently large enough to hold a large amount of weapons like that. He watched his friend load up the compartment, while he put the bikes in the back, as well as the backpacks. Kazuma sighed, shaking his head. “I still don’t think it’s a good idea to be riding around in a big black van with illegal weapons in the back.” Shinji looked over to him as he slammed the compartment shut. “Quit worrying! We’ll be fine, just so long as their cronies don’t decide to pick us up.” Shinji laughed, and held up a large, black handled key in his left hand. “I picked this off our loose lipped friend back there. I doubt he’ll be needing it.” Kazuma nodded in agreement, and climbed into the back with the Gardevoir. “I’ll stay in here, alright? There’s a panel behind the front seat that I can move to talk with you, so don’t worry about me.” The front door clicked open, and Shinji stepped inside the vehicle. He rapped on the back panel behind him. “Wasn’t planning on it, bro!” he said with a laugh, and he made Kazuma smile slightly, while he turned the key in the ignition and revved the engine. The big van roared to life, and shuddered. “Now, there’s only one path big enough for a van this big to get though. Looks like that’s the way!” With a lurch, the big transport moved forward onto the path, and hopefully to their desired destination. (Last edited by Clockworkz on 02-19-06 05:14 AM) |
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| Chapter 7
The Rematch One path flowed into many, as the van moved along the miles upon miles of rugged trail terrain. Kazuma didn’t pay much attention to the unstable bumpiness of the ride, and for most of the trip, he talked with his newfound ally, the Gardevoir. He spoke gently and calmly, so that she wouldn’t feel any negativity towards him. “What happened back there? You wanna talk about it?” She looked away, sadly. “Those men… They assaulted me off guard, and took away my child. I feel… as though I’ve failed in my duty to protect. Like I’ve failed as a mother.” She looked away, and tears welled up in her crimson eyes, as she wallowed in her sorrow. He frowned, and put his hand on her shoulder, and with that, she looked back to him. He smiled, and looked her straight in the eye, and stated with devotion and dedication in his voice. “I will get you your child back. If it takes me a million years, I will get him back. I promise.” His face was stern, and she looked back to him, feeling his determination, courage, and strength. Her ‘voice’ began to break as her emotions got the best of her. As the Gardevoir took in his pledge, she grasped his hand “If that is the case… Then I will devote myself to protecting you, Kazuma Aramaki. I will protect you, as if you were of my own flesh and blood, and I will not lose you… like I lost my son.” As her words came to a close, she began to sob, and Kazuma just pulled her head close him, and stroked her smooth, celadon hair, as he looked out the window in the back of the van. It was getting late, and longer shadows were being cast upon the ground. By now, the Gardevoir was asleep, due to the combination of mental and physical exhaustion, and Kazuma was getting irked by the lack of progress, given the amount of time the troupe has been traveling. Finally, out of exasperation, he opened up the back panel in the van. “…We’re lost. Aren’t we.” Shinji just looked around the road, puzzled. “I don’t know; I think we’re going in circles,” he said with a large yawn. Kazuma sighed. “Why did I let you drive? Keep going down this road, alright?” Shinji nodded, and kept driving. After a while, there was another small clearing, which was a dead end. Kazuma was watching the road through the opening in the back, and when he saw this, he just shook his head. “Alright. Shinji, pull over. It’s getting late.” His friend sighed, and pulled the vehicle over to the side of the woods, and turned it around so it would face the path again. He killed the engine, and leaned back, breathed a deep sigh, and closed his eyes. Kazuma looked over the surroundings through the windshield. “Let’s set up camp for a while, alright?” Shinji nodded in agreement. “Sounds like a plan.” Kazuma opened up the back of the van, and nudged his Gardevoir awake. “Come on; we’re going to take a break, alright?” She woke up, rubbing her eyes, and clambered out of the van, and looked around. To the back of the van were the woods, and to its front was a steep, grassy hill, flanked by trees. It led to a small cliff, about twenty feet up, with a river below it. The orange glow of the sunset shone over the cliff, which overlooked more forest. Out past that, tall buildings of a city could be seen. Shinji exited the van, and pulled out the backpacks, and walked down to the hill and set the bags down. Kazuma followed suit, with the Gardevoir not far behind. They two men looked at each other, nodded, then sat down on the cool grass. Shinji stretched out and relaxed, while Kazuma sat with his knees up to his chest, looking at the sun. He pondered the battle that he brought about himself, and perhaps, his enemy known as rationality has started to rear its ugly head, as thoughts of the aftermath plagued his mind. With a heavy sigh, he looked over to Shinji. “Do you think that what we’re doing is right? Killing those bastards, just to prove a point?” His friend barely stirred. He just looked up to the clouds apathetically. “There ya go, Kazuma. Thinking too much again. If we don’t step up to them, who will? Maybe we’ll inadvertently lead by example, and more people will fight against them. Who knows?” Kazuma wasn’t convinced. “How are we any different than them, now?” Shinji got up to an upright position, and stared Kazuma down. “We have souls. They don’t. They’ll kill anything that gets in their way, and for what? For following their coward boss’ orders? Bullshit. If you won’t kill them, I will. But either way; this little war of ours is going to end.” All the while, the Gardevoir sat next to Kazuma, watching his every move, sensing his emotions, and remained silent and still. Shinji changed expressions, and grinned at Kazuma. “So! You wanna rematch? You whooped me up pretty good before. But I won’t let that happen again, pal.” The silver haired man smirked as he got up, and picked the Pokeball off his belt. “Okay, okay. Do I hafta whoop your ass again?” With a laugh, Shinji retorted, “Don’t get cocky, man!” With that, he pulled out his Great Ball, and tossed it upon the ground, releasing his Sneasel, who appeared, jumping about fervently, checking its surroundings for any of the same danger it had been in the previous time he was let out. “Calm down, guy. Nothing’s wrong. We’re just having a friendly battle, alright?” he reassured his pet, as he bent down to his backpack and pulled out a bag of chips. Kazuma laughed a bit at the Sneasel’s antics, then tossed his Pokeball upon the earth, revealing his small, greed and red Treecko. “Let’s go! Don’t cut it any slack, Sneasel!” The black, bipedal creature readied itself, and made a headlong dash for the Treecko, with its claws extended, ready to slice it to ribbons. However, as the Sneasel got close to it, the small lizard vanished with a Quick Attack, and showed up behind its foe. Sensing the wind caused by the move, the Sneasel whirled around, and growled in anger. The Treecko decided upon a direct attack, and started scurrying towards it. Its enemy seemed to scoff at the lizard’s attempt to attack directly, and quickly leapt forward, and slashed at it. Squawking in pain, the Treecko leapt back, avoiding the Sneasel’s vertical follow-through slash, as its face bled from the deep laceration inflicted from the previous attack. It seemed to grow angry, and hissed at its challenger, and Quick Attacked, yet again, this time, connecting its foot with the Sneasel’s back, dealing damage, and kicking off of it, as it landed at the top of the grassy hill. It now had the high ground. Kazuma chuckled as he saw his Treecko take the advantage. The Sneasel had other plans formulating, as it rubbed its back with the back of its claws. It spun around, and sprang up high, jumping from the bottom of the hill to the top. “Treecko! Now! Absorb!” The creature licked its right eyeball, and jumped form its vantage point, and landed on the Sneasel’s head as it ascended, and firmly sung its small lizard teeth into the left arm of the Sneasel with the little contact time it had with its opponent. The Sneasel was in shock, as it landed firmly on the ground, and it shook its arm furiously, trying to get the lizard off. The Treecko hung fast, though, as it sucked the Sneasel’s energy out of its body through the wound on the arm. Slowly, the gash on its face could be seen closing up. This all stopped, though, when the Sneasel attacked its assailant with its free arm, and stabbed it through the back right leg. It cried out in anguish as it let go, and tried to scuttle about, but to no avail. It could only limp away slowly, while the Sneasel closed in on it, and prepared to finish it off. “Sneasel! That’s enough!” Shinji beamed, as he shot a smug look over to the distraught Kazuma. The Gardevoir’s strength had returned somewhat, and she had been standing since the time the Sneasel was released, hovering behind her trainer, frightened. It was natural for psychic types to always be fearful of the Dark types, since their powers are virtually useless on them. “Alright, Treecko; back off. Let it live,” Kazuma sardonically instructed his injured Pokemon, as he jogged over to it, and recalled it back into its ball. The Sneasel was leaping about triumphantly, emulating the over-reacting Shinji, whose aim was just to rub his victory in Kazuma’s face. “What now, Kazuma? Ooh, victory tastes good!” he exclaimed as he cracked open a beer, kept in a tiny, refrigerated sack in his backpack. His friend sneered back at him sarcastically. “You better get your Sneasel back before he starts imitating your victory habits.” With a facetious pity face, he pursed his lips and looked back at Kazuma. “Aww, you got it bad, huh? Here; catch.” As he recalled his Sneasel, he tossed a beer to Kazuma, who caught it in one hand. “Dude, you know I don’t drink this stuff,” Kazuma protested, looking at his friend awkwardly. “Oh, lighten up, bro.” Shinji just punched his arm, jokingly as he walked up to him. This unintentionally irritated the Gardevoir a bit, and her red eyes flared. In a split second, his drink was spurting in his face, as though it was shaken. Kazuma couldn’t help but laugh, as there was only one possible explanation for that. He looked at his Gardevoir, chuckling. “Calm down; we’re just fooling around.” She sunk back a little bit, feeling as though she did something wrong. “Oh, what the hell!? Kazuma, tell your friend to cut it out!” The drenched Shinji was comical to see, but he still fumed. “Oh, God. Knock it off and calm down. You can change in the van. Come on. It’s getting dark,” Kazuma said flatly, as he gathered up the bags. Shinji just grumbled to himself, as he followed the Gardevoir, who tailed Kazuma back to the van. He sat in on the bumper of the van, and popped open his beer. Shinji followed suit, and took off his beer-soaked hoodie. “Once they find out that their buddies aren’t coming back, they’ll likely start a search. We’d better leave as early as we can.” The Gardevoir sat down on the grass by Kazuma’s feet, and he nodded to Shinji in agreement, as he looked up to the sky and sipped his drink. “Yeah; it’s only a matter of time.” |
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| I'm not a fan of Pokemon, but I have read each chapter of your story. You've got a good style of writing, in both your combat and your dialouge. I think you could describe the actions with a little more eloquence, but your style of straightforwardness is often solid enough to not need any adjustment. I'd look over it and use some more depth in your description of the character's feeling.
Basically your combat could use more dialouge, and your dialouge a little more action. Other than that, I like. |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1165 days Last activity: 1165 days |
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| w00t. Thanks, Cai.
Chapter 8 The Intruder The evening was filled with laughter, storytelling, jokes, and beer, while Shinji and Kazuma recounted various tales of their past experiences with one another, or otherwise. It was a truly fantastic night, in retrospect of the events of the midday, and seeing the two men have such a good time together reassured the Gardevoir that Shinji was not am entity to be feared. It became apparent, as she began to join in the conversations, but only enough to question ‘what happened next’ during the story-telling. Eventually, the event of the battle a day ago was brought up, and Kazuma just had to wonder why Shinji’s obviously capable Sneasel lost to the timid, small Treecko, when, just today, the same Sneasel sent Kazuma’s little lizard away in defeat. “Shinji, you weren’t pulling any punches when we battled the first time, were you?” Kazuma challenged him. Shinji only replied with a sly grin, as he looked away a bit, and this was an obvious affirmation of Kazuma’s beliefs, as he began to laugh to, then jokingly assaulted his friend, giving him several punches in the arm, tackling him off the back of the van and onto the grass. “You asshole! Why did you do that!? I can’t believe you!” he exclaimed as he continued to punch the snickering Shinji’s arm, as he himself chuckled a bit. The Gardevoir merely smiled to herself as she observed the antics of the humans in their playful nature before her. Shinji eventually shoved Kazuma off of him, and stood up, chortling a bit. He then turned to his friend, and said, rather matter-of-factly, “Oh, quit being such an idiot. If I let you leave only half cocked, and uncertain, you woulda had your ass handed to you in a heart-beat. Admit it; after I let you win, you felt great, right?” Kazuma slightly nodded in agreement, as he cracked his neck and sat back down on the edge of the van. “But you do realize that it was you who did all the heavy work back there.” Shinji just held up his hand, as if to say “stop”, and he interjected. “You’re the one who threw that stone at the guards, killing two of them right off the bat in friendly fire. Confidence, man. You had it, and, so help me God, you’re gonna keep it. Or else, we’re not going to win against them.” Kazuma’s face turned sullen and somber, as he looked down at the grass. “Yeah; I guess you’re right.” Shinji topped off the rest of his beer, and tossed it in his bag. “It’s getting late. I think it’s time to hit the sack.” Kazuma glanced down at his digital watch, and pressed the light button, and saw that it was already almost ten. “Yeah; let’s try to get some sleep and leave early in the morning. Come on.” He held his hand out to the quiet Gardevoir, who took his gently. He helped her into the back of the van, and he followed her in. Before he did, though, he opened up the compartment with the guns, and took out a single nine millimeter, and tucked it in his pocket. “Alright; kill the lights, Shinji,” Kazuma ordered as he turned the fluorescent lights off in the interior of the vehicle. The entire forest went from illuminated, to dark, as the headlights were cut, and the van went dark. “’Night, Shinji.” Shinji replied with a rap on the back panel, and responded with a short “Night.” “You’d best get some sleep, too. We’ll try to find a Pokemon Center for you tomorrow,” Kazuma instructed the still aching Gardevoir. She answered him, with a tiring overtone in her ‘voice’, “Very well. I hope that you sleep well, Kazuma Aramaki.” He just smiled at her strange sense of formality. “You too.” * * * Three AM. The forest was asleep, and so were Kazuma and Shinji, with the former in the back with his new friend, and the latter in the driver’s seat, asleep at the wheel, slouched in his seat. The windows were kept open; it was warm outside, and if there were any sounds of intruders, the two would have less of a problem hearing it. The snap of a few twigs and the rustling of some brush just outside the van caused Kazuma to awaken, slightly. He kept his sleeping position, but brought the gun up to his face, ready to strike. The moonlit the grass outside of the van was aglow with a lunar luster, and forms were relatively easy to comprehend, as opposed to the darkened landscapes that would be the result of a new moon or cloud cover. Because of it, Kazuma could clearly recognize the form of the intruder, as the back door of the van creaked open slowly. It was a person, of about five foot four, hooded and ominous looking. Kazuma wasted no time, as he snapped to attention, and aimed his gun at the unidentified person’s head as the Gardevoir suddenly awoke from her slumber, and felt shocked and frightened at the presence of the stranger. “Kazuma Aramaki… Is this person a friend of yours?” she asked timidly. He only responded with his right hand, as he extended it in front of her in protection, as he aired on the side of caution. “Who are you? Talk!” His words were short and brief, and the intruder put his hands up, and snapped to attention. There was a slam of a car door, and soon Shinji appeared outside behind the stranger with another gun up to the person’s head. The Gardevoir shrunk back, afraid of the outcome, and shuddered a bit in fear. “Don’t shoot me! I’m unarmed!” It came as total surprise to the two men that the voice coming from the figure was that of a young woman, and Kazuma just sat there. “What?” (Last edited by Clockworkz on 02-26-06 07:07 PM) |
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