The Day Everything Began

Started by dream's-epilogue March 12th, 2009 5:01 PM
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Seen April 16th, 2020
Posted December 19th, 2011
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14.2 Years
Part 1/2: A Shattered Peace
Part 2/2: Forged By Fire
PART ONE
A Shattered Peace
-R&R Plz!-
"HEY! WAKE UP!"

Ikiji stirred, and tried to move out of bed. The blanket snagged, and he fell headfirst on the floor. He started to cry.

"Careful, son!" The boy's father hurried over and helped the sobbing Ikiji to his feet, and held him in an embrace. "There, there, it's okay. It's just a little bruise, see?" He released the boy, and walked to the door. "Now, hurry up and get dressed. We've got a surprise for you downstairs. Don't dally!"

Ikiji wiped his eyes on the sleeve of his shirt. "O-Okay dad..." *sniffle* "I'll be down in a minute..."

As his father left, Ikiji walked over to his closet. Opening it, he selected his best outfit and quickly changed. He examined himself in the mirror, and forced himself to stop crying. He hurried downstairs as fast as he could, nearly tripping in the process. When he got to the kitchen door, he stopped, and heard his parents talking.

"Are you sure he's responsible enough?" His mother's voice.

"Of course! You know, I was his age when I got my first one. I think he can handle it."

"Well, he IS your son. Did you pick out a good one for him?"

"Yep! I really think he'll like this one. It's a good starter."

Ikiji had heard enough. He rounded the corner as fast as possible, and collided with his father's bulky frame. "Whoa, son! Slow down! You almost killed me there!" He let out a chuckle that made his entire form shake. He ran a hand through his thick brown hair. "Are you ready for your birthday surprise?"

Ikiji answered almost before his father had finished talking. "Yeah!"

His mother stood and walked towards him, her long, dark hair shaking as she walked. Her flowing white dress made her seem almost angelic. "Now, Ikiji, this is a big responsibility. I want you to treat her like your sister, okay?"

Ikiji smiled wide. "You bet! Can I see it yet?"

His father shook his head. "It's not quite ready yet, give it a couple more minutes. Just be patient." A voice spoke in the next room, and a bell chimed. "Speak of the devil! Okay, Ikiji, close your eyes, and give me your hand..."

Ikiji eagerly complied. Mr. Murasashi lead him forward, and he noticed it was much warmer; he must be in the living room, with the fire blazing. He felt his dad's grip vanish. He was standing in the middle of the room, and he felt a presence in front of him.

"Okay, son. You can open your eyes now." He opened his eyes.

There, sitting in the middle of the room, was a Pichu! Ikiji turned to his father. "Really?! It's mine...?!" He inquired breathlessly.

"That's right, son! You're eight now, so your mother and I thought it was time for you to get your very first pokemon! Well? Do you like it?"

"O-Of course! It's what I've always wanted!" He rushed over and embraced the small pokemon, and winced as a wave of sharp pain passed through him.

"Now, she's an Electric-type, so you have to be a little careful. Don't touch any water or metal she's touching, don't let her near any power outlets, and make sure you wear rubber gloves while playing. Okay?"

"Okay, dad! Thank you so much! I'm gonna be the best trainer ever! Even better than you, dad!"

"Haha! Of course you will! Of course, you'll have to beat your sister, first. She's already got her first badge, you know!"

"So? I'm gonna beat her and get every badge in the world!"

"Well, practice hard, and I'm sure you will. Oh! That's right! She still needs a name. Can you give her a good one?"

Ikiji though hard for a moment. "What do you think I should name her?"

"Whatever you want, son!"

"Okay, can I call her...Matsuko?"

Mrs. Murasashi frowned. "Wasn't Matsuko the name of your old stuffed Teddyursa?"

"Yeah, but I'm too old for that thing now. Besides, I've got the real thing now!"

A butler in a crisp uniform approached. "Sir, there are some men at the door who wish to speak with you."

Mr. Murasashi scowled. "Now? I'm sharing a precious family moment...why don't these fans ever drop by when I'm not busy...?"

His wife looked at him, a smile on her lips. "Well, you ARE the only one in this town who's ever won the Indigo League; all those adoring fans just comes with the territory."

"I know, I know...still....so irritating..."

The butler bowed low. "Shall I tell them to-"

BOOOOOOOOOM!

A massive blast rocked the house, throwing everyone to the ground. The butler groaned, and did not stir. Ikiji's mother shrieked. Matsuko let off a charge, and a stunned Ikiji began to cry. "Dad, what's happening...?"

His father didn't answer. He rushed over to the mantle, and withdrew a pair of pokeballs from a belt that lay draped there. He released them, revealing a Charizard and an Onyx.

"Sy, Kato, spread out! Find out what's happening!" He turned to his son. "Listen! You have to take Matsuko and hide! You can let them find you!"

"What...?!"

"Listen to me! HIDE! NOW!"

"Ah! O-Okay..." Mr. Murasashi tore open a vent set high in the wall, hefted up Ikiji and then Matsuko, and placed them inside. He replaced the cover. "Listen. No matter what you see or hear, you are NOT to leave until they're gone. Understand?"

"Until who's gone? Dad, whats-"

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!"

"Ah! Y-Yes..." *sob*

"Don't talk, don't cry, don't make a sound! Do you understand?"

"Yes..."

Moments later, a group of three men burst into the room, causing Mrs. Murasashi to let out another scream. One trained a gun on her, another on Mr. Murasashi, and the third began moving about the room, systematically going through everything he came across. One of the men addressed Mr. Murasashi in a language Ikiji didn't understand. His voice was loud and harsh. Mr. Murasashi responded in the same language, his voice calm and in control. Suddenly, the third man snatched up something off a shelf and handed it to the first man. He studied it for a moment, then yelled at Mr. Murasashi. This time, Ikiji understood him. "Where is the boy in this photo?!"

Mr. Murasashi stood stoic. "Gone. With relatives."

The man struck him with the butt of his gun. Ikiji had to stifle a cry. He felt Matsuko tense next to him. The man became furious. "You are lying! Where is the boy in this photo?!"

"I...already told you..."

"Last chance! Where is the boy in this photo?!"

"Not...h-here..."

The man leveled his gun and pointed it straight at Ikiji's father. He didn't flinch. Ikiji felt his heart skip a beat. The man smiled at the last moment. He moved the gun to the right and fired.

Mrs. Murasashi didn't scream this time.

Ikiji almost cried out, but fear had taken his voice. His father's stoicism was completely gone. He fell to the ground, and dropped his head. The man spoke again in that same strange language, but Mr. Murasashi didn't respond. The man leveled his gun again.

NO! Ikiji cried out in his head, but it made no difference. His father slumped over. He didn't get up.


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Rose M.M

The cake was a lie! D:

Age 31
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Seen May 3rd, 2010
Posted August 1st, 2009
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14.3 Years
Ooooo, I like it! Continue or I shall be forced to do horrible things to you... such as stuffing cookie crumbs on your keyboard. <p
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Seen April 16th, 2020
Posted December 19th, 2011
1,030 posts
14.2 Years
Part Two
Forged By Fire


Ikiji was numb. His mother...his father...in less than a minute, his closest family was gone...

The men were ransacking the room, looking for something. One of them began to search his mother's corpse; Ikiji suddenly felt an overwhelming fury. These men had taken everything from him. He had no reason to hide; what was left for him? He waited until one of the men drew near, then prepared to leap out and make his final move...

Then, suddenly, he felt something next to him. He looked over, and saw Matsuko, shaking from fear. He stopped. That's right...I still have to watch over her...I can't leave her alone in the world...

Suddenly, a brilliant flash of light flooded the room. In the far corner, a pokeball on his father's belt had come loose. Standing by the fire was a Vaporeon. Ikiji was horrified. No! Kami, run! Get out of here! The Vaporeon, the proud creature that had led Ikiji's father into the chronicles of great trainers, now gazed upon his master's broken body. He let out a piercing cry, and turned towards the men. The trio were still reeling from the flash, and at the sound of the cry, they began yelling in panicked, unfamiliar tongues. Kami fired a vicious Hydro Pump and slammed one man into the wall at breakneck speed; Ikiji heard something crack. Not the wall.

Now, the other two had started to recover. One took aim at Kami and fired off several shots. The Vaporeon smoothly evaded the shots of the first, but was less successful with the second's. He staggered backwards from the impact of the bullets, let out a pained cry, and collapsed to the ground. He did not stir. His death barely registered with Ikiji; he simply stared on, completely numb. One of the men dragged the injured one to his feet; as he was pulled off the ground, he let out a howl of pain. They conversed in quick, breathless tones, apparently arguing about something. One took out a small device, pressed a button, and threw it down a hallway. The other two followed suite, throwing similar devices into different rooms. They ran off out of sight; Ikiji barely noticed. His mind was blank; he felt nothing, thought nothing. After several moments, panicked cries from his left brought him back. Matsuko was crying at him, and he saw why: the entire house was in flames!

No...! Mother...! Father...! I can't... Matsuko raised the intensity of her cries, and he felt a shock as the tiny pokemon desperately tried to rouse him. Matsuko! I have to get her out of here...! Ikiji kicked the grate open, and leapt out. He turned and pulled the frightened Matsuko out as well. He ran, holding her tight, trying to escape the inferno around him. He paused a moment, glanced at the bodies of his parents, and continued his flight. He felt an overwhelming sadness, but tears would not come. A massive flare burst out of the door in front of him, and he flinched back; a large piece of debris fell from the ceiling and slammed into him and Matsuko. The startled Pichu let out a painful shock as she lost conscoiusness, and Ikiji struggled to hold onto her. He inched his way out of the debris, and trudged along through the hallway, flames licking at him the entire way.

Suddenly, another flare! Ikiji flinched again, and recovered to a horrid sight: Matsuko was on fire! Screaming, Ikiji desperately drowned the flames with his sleeves, ignoring the pain he himself was feeling. He managed to douse the fire, but Matsuko had a terrible burn on her chest. Ikiji stood, the flames growing ever more intense, and continued.

By some miracle, he found himself outside. Sirens wailed in the distance, but he shrank from them; he didn't want to deal with anybody right now. All he wanted was to be alone. He trudged over to the tall fence, dropped to the ground, felt for his secret switch, and opened a poorly-concealed hole in the fence. He squeezed through, careful not to harm Matsuko, and
fled into the woods. He ran and ran and ran, and finally came to a tree with a large opening in the base. He checked it, and carefully lowered Matsuko into it, followed by himself. He hid there with his injured friend.

And then he cried.

He cried and cried, all of the sadness of the night bursting from him in a single outpouring. He thought of his poor mother, taken so suddenly; his father, proud and strong; Kami, so noble, and now gone. Everything had been taken from him in a single act of violence, and he did not understand why. He felt an unbearable emptiness. I have nothing... He wished in that moment for death; to be taken from this harsh world, and to be reunited with his loving parents...

He heard a sound. Startled, he'd just realized that Matsuko had sunk into a troubled, but restful, sleep. He realized that he did have something. He did have something to live for...
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<Ikiji...?>

<IKIJI!>

He snapped out of his trance, and felt the soft rain hit his face. He lowered his eyes, and met the eyes of Matsuko.

<Are you alright?> She inquired.

"Yes. I was...reminiscing."

<You were thinking about...back then, weren't you?>

"Yes."

<You seem to be doing that a lot lately.>

Ikiji looked at his friend. She had since evolved into a Pikachu, but even that transformation could not hide the blackened fur on her chest, and the many scars on her face and tail. He recalled the fire...

"I like to keep my motivation close at heart."

<Ah. I see...>

Ikiji stared at her. He thought how close the escape had been, how they had nearly both died...he though of his mother and father...and he thought of Matsuko...

<Hmm? Kij, what's wrong?>

"Hmm? Nothing."

<There was...sadness in your eyes. I saw it.>

"Just...a moment of weakness. Nothing more."

<If you say so...the Gym is there. See it?> She indicates a large, circular building with her paw. <If we're to find a lead in this town, it'll likely be there.>

Ikiji remains silent.

Matsuko looks sullen. She tries to comfort him. <You know, I can try to earn a Badge for you, if you like...>

A Badge... in another time, I might've taken you up on that offer in an instant, but now... He shook his head. "Badges mean nothing to me. There are only two things I am interested in."

<...your sister...>

Saiya Murasashi was in the Orange Islands at the time of the fire. She was reported missing soon afterwards. Her body was never found. Ikiji clung to a desperate hope that somehow, somewhere, she was still...

<Shall we go?>

"One moment." He gazed out at the town, and felt the rain on his skin. He closed his eyes and tried to remember the face of his mother. He saddened when he realized he could not recall the color of her hair. Then, his sadness vanished. No. I have no more tears to shed. I cried that night. I cried until the first rays of dawn. I have no tears left. All I have left now is thirst...

Thirst for the blood of those who took everything from me...

Well? What do you think? Anyone like to see more stories about Ikiji and Matsuko?


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Raibutai

Pixels and Pikachus. Bliss.

Age 26
Male
Not many places.
Seen July 26th, 2015
Posted November 8th, 2010
280 posts
14.8 Years
I like it! It's a nice story, and actually isn't one of those "GET YOUR POKEMON FOR FREE FROM MR.(NAME OF TREE)!"

...Although it could use a bit more description. I can't picture anything in my mind when I'm reading this. If you can make people form images in their minds, then you've really got their attention. (I admit, I'm a victim of this too.)

I'm just being picky here, but why can't he remember the color of his own mom's hair? Isn't that something you really can remember easily? You probably should have put "face" or something other than the color of her hair.

(Yay! More text!) Oh yeah, I have another question. Why does Ikiji cry so much in the beginning?

And if you were wondering why people weren't reading your story is... the title doesn't make anyone want to see what it's about, and the fact that your opening scene doesn't... capture the your attention.

I'd like this to continue - a Pikachu as one of the main characters AND the fact that it can talk.
I'll gladly take on any pixel request you offer, just send me a PM and I'll see what I can do.
Age 31
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Seen April 16th, 2020
Posted December 19th, 2011
1,030 posts
14.2 Years
Working on another part of the story now. And to answer your question, Ikiji as a child was A) sheltered, B) rich, and C) an only child. I never officially posted his bio here, but Ikiji was a crybaby when he was younger. I wanted him to start off as a crybaby and a bit of a wimp, so it would further elaborate the changes he went through. When I post a story of the new Ikiji, you'll see he's not really a crybaby anymore... also, I realize my description was a little weak. This was originally in script format, so some things were lost when changing to standard.

BTW thanks for the support, and I'll try to make the next one stand out a bit.


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