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Please note. This is not as much a fanfict per se as it is a new take on the pokemon universe. It is meant to be a bit darker, grittier, and more true-to-life. As such there may be some debate over whether it actually belongs in a pokemon fanfiction forum. I will let the community decide that, and should this story be ill-received I will happily move on.
Also be aware, this story contains some graphic context. Pokemon battles are and will be represented with more color than the television show, movies and video games portray.
That being said, I hope you enjoy my opus.
Master Kainushi: The Path of Junko Ochi
Chapter 1
=-=-=-=-=
Junko Ochi stepped up to the entrance of the bar called Black Symmetry and took a deep breath. The loud noises of drunks and ne'er-do-wells inside reached her even through the closed doors, censoring nothing to accommodate her sheltered upbringing. Obscenities entered her ears without apparent purpose or context, strung together one after the next as if somehow they formed a language unto themselves and needed no supporting articles or subjects to give them real meaning.
Pushing the heavy doors open did nothing to further her understanding of the harsh tones. Instead she found herself even more shocked by the sight of the crowds that she had barely been able to accept just seconds earlier as mere stray sounds. These people were like none she had ever encountered before. The men dressed with a blind eye to personal appearance, wearing numerous articles of clothing in dire need of patching with no regard for color coordination. The women barely dressed at all.
It wasn't simply their attire that shocked Junko, it was their behavior. In any direction she looked she saw one person shoving another, not in a violent way, but in a manner that seemed to serve much as a handshake would in a civilized room. Young women hung on the arms of men twice their age, while slyly angling their exposed cleavage for better viewing by anyone who cared to look.
Doing her best not to seem out of place in this alien setting, Junko took to ignoring the people around her for the time being and made her way to the bar counter. As usual when she was nervous her hand dropped to stroke the set of pokéballs affixed to her belt.
The bartender made eye contact briefly, then returned his gaze to the glass he was polishing, uninterested in the young new customer.
"Excuse me?" Junko said, trying her best to sound tough.
The bartender looked up to meet her gaze again. This time instead of immediately turning away he let his eyes travel over her, sizing her up from the top down. He found nothing to hold his attention in her young face- her short red hair, button nose and fair skin apparently too innocent for his liking- and continued on. But her chest did nothing for him either, lacking the distinguished curves of the other women in attendance. His sight continued over her flat stomach, and froze immediately at the set of three pokéballs fastened at her waist, her right hand still palming the central sphere.
"Kid," he spoke slowly. "I can tell you right now, you don't want to be in here with those things."
Junko shrugged off his comment. "I'm looking for Kainushi."
"I'm just going to say it one more time." The bartender's eyes remained transfixed on her waist. "You don't want to be in here with those things. Trust me."
The young woman remained unfazed. "Where can I find Kainushi?"
The bartender shook his head, finally turning his attention back to the glass he was gripping. His free hand rose to scratch his graying goatee. "If you don't take my advice, he'll find you. Just stay right where you are."
A loud yell came from somewhere in the back of the bar. A man was shouting obnoxiously to another. "Do you think I'm weak? Do you think I don't know what I'm talking about?"
Once again the bartender's gaze returned to Junko, this time staying at eye level. "The one yelling; that's Kainushi."
Junko turned her attention to the back of the bar, trying to single out the two men who were arguing.
"You don't have the knowledge I have. You don't have the balls to face me!" Kainushi yelled. He was an impressive looking man, dressed in a black jumpsuit. Unlike the other patrons his ensemble was both clean and hole-free. His long dark hair blended into the color of the fabric almost seamlessly, and save for his pale white skin and a red rocket emblem on his back Junko felt he could have easily have been mistaken for a shadow on the wall.
The man he argued with was half his size, and seemed unable to come up with even a stutter in reply to the insults being hurled at him. It was hard to tell whether he had been responsible for instigating this fight or if he were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.
"You dare to flaunt your Trainer status in my face? Well how about we throw down and see whose really the bigger man?" The crowd cheered with Kainushi.
His rival puffed up his chest, seeing no other alternative but to stand strong. "Fine!" He shouted back with all his mustered strength. "Your best against my best, loser pays."
The crowd cheered again. Kainushi grinned widely. "Yeah, loser pays alright." He hissed. His hand snaked to his side and plucked a sphere from his belt as he stepped back. The crowd of anxious onlookers parted, making ample space for a battlefield between the two men. "Dodecahedron, I choose you!" he shouted, spiking the object to the floor in front of him.
A flash of light obscured Junko's vision. When it returned a boxy looking beetle the size of a large dog stood on all fours in front of the infamous Kainushi.
Undeterred the second man chose his own pokéball, throwing his up into the air instead of to the ground. "Go Tortlehorse!" he yelled. The same flash of light filled the room, and when it quelled in its place was a tough-looking winged turtle.
Kainushi laughed. "Are you kidding me? Tortlehorse?" The crowd laughed with him.
Anger spread across the face of Kainushi's competitor. "Tortlehorse, divebomb!"
Tortlehorse snarled and dove at the unprepared looking beetle which stood its ground until its enemy was nearly on top of it, then opened its mouth impossibly wide, grabbing one of the turtle's wings and tearing it off like a Kleenex from a tissue box. Tortlehorse dropped to the ground moaning in agony, it's greenish-blue blood pooling in the area beneath its missing appendage.
"Deca, finish it off."
Dodecahedron didn't hesitate. It jumped on the writhing body of its opponent, hastily ripping off chunks and gobbling them down while the strange man watched in grotesque horror.
"Alright, you win." He conceded. "You were right, I don't know a thing about training. I give up."
Kainushi chuckled, and the evil grin on his face grew wider. "Good. I knew you'd see things my way. Now, like you said, loser pays."
Not wanting another fight, the smaller man nodded. "Yeah, sure, whatever."
Kainushi turned his back to the other man. "Deca, spiral attack!"
Thin black wings peeled off from the beetle's back, flapping quickly and noisily to lift the creature into the air. The crowd watched as it started to spin, spiraling on its horizontal axis. Its new prey watched in confusion, unable to understand exactly what was going on until it was too late. Dodecahedron shot forward, colliding with its master's adversary and tearing apart his midsection. This time the insect didn't wait for the second command, it began feasting immediately as the audience cheered it on.
"Now," Kainushi shouted above the roars of approval. "Who is the Pokémon Master?"
"Kai!" The bar patrons shouted over and over.
Once the bulk of the crowd quieted down one voice separated itself. It belonged to a woman somewhere behind Junko. "Kai! Kai!" She called, more like she was trying to get his attention than cheer him on.
As desired the dark figure turned his attention in her direction.
"Hey Kai!" She squealed, overly pleased to be noticed. "It looks like we have another one." Before Junko knew what was going on, the woman had moved behind her and yanked off her belt, holding the set of pokéballs up over the young girl's head.
The bartender's voice was barely audible under the clamor that followed. "I told you so."
Also be aware, this story contains some graphic context. Pokemon battles are and will be represented with more color than the television show, movies and video games portray.
That being said, I hope you enjoy my opus.
Master Kainushi: The Path of Junko Ochi
Chapter 1
=-=-=-=-=
Junko Ochi stepped up to the entrance of the bar called Black Symmetry and took a deep breath. The loud noises of drunks and ne'er-do-wells inside reached her even through the closed doors, censoring nothing to accommodate her sheltered upbringing. Obscenities entered her ears without apparent purpose or context, strung together one after the next as if somehow they formed a language unto themselves and needed no supporting articles or subjects to give them real meaning.
Pushing the heavy doors open did nothing to further her understanding of the harsh tones. Instead she found herself even more shocked by the sight of the crowds that she had barely been able to accept just seconds earlier as mere stray sounds. These people were like none she had ever encountered before. The men dressed with a blind eye to personal appearance, wearing numerous articles of clothing in dire need of patching with no regard for color coordination. The women barely dressed at all.
It wasn't simply their attire that shocked Junko, it was their behavior. In any direction she looked she saw one person shoving another, not in a violent way, but in a manner that seemed to serve much as a handshake would in a civilized room. Young women hung on the arms of men twice their age, while slyly angling their exposed cleavage for better viewing by anyone who cared to look.
Doing her best not to seem out of place in this alien setting, Junko took to ignoring the people around her for the time being and made her way to the bar counter. As usual when she was nervous her hand dropped to stroke the set of pokéballs affixed to her belt.
The bartender made eye contact briefly, then returned his gaze to the glass he was polishing, uninterested in the young new customer.
"Excuse me?" Junko said, trying her best to sound tough.
The bartender looked up to meet her gaze again. This time instead of immediately turning away he let his eyes travel over her, sizing her up from the top down. He found nothing to hold his attention in her young face- her short red hair, button nose and fair skin apparently too innocent for his liking- and continued on. But her chest did nothing for him either, lacking the distinguished curves of the other women in attendance. His sight continued over her flat stomach, and froze immediately at the set of three pokéballs fastened at her waist, her right hand still palming the central sphere.
"Kid," he spoke slowly. "I can tell you right now, you don't want to be in here with those things."
Junko shrugged off his comment. "I'm looking for Kainushi."
"I'm just going to say it one more time." The bartender's eyes remained transfixed on her waist. "You don't want to be in here with those things. Trust me."
The young woman remained unfazed. "Where can I find Kainushi?"
The bartender shook his head, finally turning his attention back to the glass he was gripping. His free hand rose to scratch his graying goatee. "If you don't take my advice, he'll find you. Just stay right where you are."
A loud yell came from somewhere in the back of the bar. A man was shouting obnoxiously to another. "Do you think I'm weak? Do you think I don't know what I'm talking about?"
Once again the bartender's gaze returned to Junko, this time staying at eye level. "The one yelling; that's Kainushi."
Junko turned her attention to the back of the bar, trying to single out the two men who were arguing.
"You don't have the knowledge I have. You don't have the balls to face me!" Kainushi yelled. He was an impressive looking man, dressed in a black jumpsuit. Unlike the other patrons his ensemble was both clean and hole-free. His long dark hair blended into the color of the fabric almost seamlessly, and save for his pale white skin and a red rocket emblem on his back Junko felt he could have easily have been mistaken for a shadow on the wall.
The man he argued with was half his size, and seemed unable to come up with even a stutter in reply to the insults being hurled at him. It was hard to tell whether he had been responsible for instigating this fight or if he were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.
"You dare to flaunt your Trainer status in my face? Well how about we throw down and see whose really the bigger man?" The crowd cheered with Kainushi.
His rival puffed up his chest, seeing no other alternative but to stand strong. "Fine!" He shouted back with all his mustered strength. "Your best against my best, loser pays."
The crowd cheered again. Kainushi grinned widely. "Yeah, loser pays alright." He hissed. His hand snaked to his side and plucked a sphere from his belt as he stepped back. The crowd of anxious onlookers parted, making ample space for a battlefield between the two men. "Dodecahedron, I choose you!" he shouted, spiking the object to the floor in front of him.
A flash of light obscured Junko's vision. When it returned a boxy looking beetle the size of a large dog stood on all fours in front of the infamous Kainushi.
Undeterred the second man chose his own pokéball, throwing his up into the air instead of to the ground. "Go Tortlehorse!" he yelled. The same flash of light filled the room, and when it quelled in its place was a tough-looking winged turtle.
Kainushi laughed. "Are you kidding me? Tortlehorse?" The crowd laughed with him.
Anger spread across the face of Kainushi's competitor. "Tortlehorse, divebomb!"
Tortlehorse snarled and dove at the unprepared looking beetle which stood its ground until its enemy was nearly on top of it, then opened its mouth impossibly wide, grabbing one of the turtle's wings and tearing it off like a Kleenex from a tissue box. Tortlehorse dropped to the ground moaning in agony, it's greenish-blue blood pooling in the area beneath its missing appendage.
"Deca, finish it off."
Dodecahedron didn't hesitate. It jumped on the writhing body of its opponent, hastily ripping off chunks and gobbling them down while the strange man watched in grotesque horror.
"Alright, you win." He conceded. "You were right, I don't know a thing about training. I give up."
Kainushi chuckled, and the evil grin on his face grew wider. "Good. I knew you'd see things my way. Now, like you said, loser pays."
Not wanting another fight, the smaller man nodded. "Yeah, sure, whatever."
Kainushi turned his back to the other man. "Deca, spiral attack!"
Thin black wings peeled off from the beetle's back, flapping quickly and noisily to lift the creature into the air. The crowd watched as it started to spin, spiraling on its horizontal axis. Its new prey watched in confusion, unable to understand exactly what was going on until it was too late. Dodecahedron shot forward, colliding with its master's adversary and tearing apart his midsection. This time the insect didn't wait for the second command, it began feasting immediately as the audience cheered it on.
"Now," Kainushi shouted above the roars of approval. "Who is the Pokémon Master?"
"Kai!" The bar patrons shouted over and over.
Once the bulk of the crowd quieted down one voice separated itself. It belonged to a woman somewhere behind Junko. "Kai! Kai!" She called, more like she was trying to get his attention than cheer him on.
As desired the dark figure turned his attention in her direction.
"Hey Kai!" She squealed, overly pleased to be noticed. "It looks like we have another one." Before Junko knew what was going on, the woman had moved behind her and yanked off her belt, holding the set of pokéballs up over the young girl's head.
The bartender's voice was barely audible under the clamor that followed. "I told you so."
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