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While this is a continuation of my previous fan fiction, War For Sinnoh, it is not necessary to have read it to understand what is going on here. The only reason to read it is because back story is explained, concerning characters. This series will mention events from the previous fan fiction as well. But once again, it is not necessary to read it. Basically the only major thing I can think of that needs explanation is the fact Lucario was once human. And Sillindra, the vice president of Sinnoh, was Lucario and Tsubaki's friend. Tsubaki captured Lucario because it was the only way for them to defeat Team Rocket, which they did. Team Rocket is gone. No more Rocket.
Now without ado, please enjoy Dark Road:
Pokemon: Dark Road
By: Ratchet573
Chapter One: Night Of The Yakuza
The town was alight, noisy, and busy. The main thoroughfare that led from downtown to the sea was now crowded with people, parents, children, grandparents. All struggled to get in the lines to check out vendors wares; stand in line to get some food from the various cooks that sat in front of a portable stove or grill, cooking up the greatest street food in the world. Officer Jenny's patrolled the street, making sure that the festival stayed safe and fun.
Near the waterfront was a small area dedicated to rides. A merry go round circled in a hypnotizing display. A Ferris wheel stood beside it, it's lights brightening the whole area. Other gyroscopic rides were brightening the smiles of the children, and brightening the night.
It was nighttime. The moon tried to outshine the lights of the Cherry Grove City festival, but failed. The stars twinkled, reflecting in the sea. It was the perfect place, the perfect time, to move closer in a relationship.
A barge sat in the ocean, five men checking the fireworks set all about it's deck. Five minutes till they go off. The crowds at the oceanfront view, standing in front of the guardrail that prevented people from falling off the cliff face and into the ocean, were stirring, ready for the explosions to start.
Standing at the very front of the crowd, a man with short brown hair, wearing a button down shirt and khaki pants, was down on his knees, a small box open in his hands, a ring glaring beautifully in the light. His girlfriend's long black hair was ruffled lightly by a sea breeze. Her eyes were plastered on the ring.
She had accepted his marriage proposal and they embraced when he felt a pain in his back. Blood and bone exploded from the large hole in his lower back. He slumped to the ground as the man in the white suit and patent leather shoes threw his pistol into the ocean and ran to the dead body, collecting the ring.
"It's been four weeks. Times up buddy." The man muttered, running with the ring in hand.
People screamed. Jenny's ran to check out the source of commotion. The killer pushed his way through the crowd, heading toward the main thoroughfare and the vendors.
"Nice night." The man in the limousine sat back, holding a small glass of scotch over ice. He shook it a little, the ice tinkling in the glass.
The driver wore a black suit just like the man in back. But unlike the man in back, he also wore a hat and square glasses. He also wore black gloves that clasped the wheel of the long car.
"Never was a fan of festivals." The limo sat in a parking area inside the city. The windows were open, the sea breeze coming in.
"Me neither." The man in back replied. "Too noisy, too many people. That's why I sent Makoto out there. He doesn't care where he shoots someone, as long as he can shoot someone, he's happy."
The driver smiled. "I used to be like that. But being a limo driver pays better."
Lucario sat back in the lawn chair behind the grill of Tsubaki's stand on the side of the main thoroughfare. She was grilling up vegetables and fish on a stick. Zangoose was cutting vegetables with his claws as Tsubaki handed change to a man for two grilled fish on a stick.
Zangoose looked back at Lucario, cutting carrots without looking. "You're goddam lazy."
Lucario looked at his friend and then at Tsubaki. "Did you teach him that language? Seriously?"
"No." She replied.
"You should learn to understand Pokemon. Boy the stuff you'd hear from that little guys mouth. I almost mistook it for a toilet a couple times."
"Hardy har ****ing har douche." Zangoose replied.
Lucario smiled at him.
The killer pushed his way through the crowd, knocking people down, trampling kids. Officer Jenny's tried to chase him, tried to line up a shot, but the milling crowds made it impossible to do so. The killer had thrown his weapon over the side is what they heard over the radio from a Jenny interviewing the murdered man's fiance. Probably getting rid of any evidence, just in case. It was assumed he wasn't packing heat.
But that was wrong.
The first firework whizzed into the air and exploded, the display started. Fireworks burst in the air, myriad colors descending toward the ocean, bursting brilliantly with ear shattering noise. So much noise that the report from a gun would not be heard.
The killer held a pistol he had hidden in the inside of his jacket. He shot people getting in his way, the bodies dropping and getting trampled in the crowds. Jenny's got closer, but the killer turned and shot in their direction, killing random passerby in the process.
He was nearing the parking spot where his escape vehicle awaited.
Lucario was admiring the fireworks like everyone else when he noticed a man pushing through the crowd, a pistol cocked and aimed behind him, toward the police trying to get to him.
Lucario stood and grabbed Tsubaki's shoulder. "I'll be right back."
Tsubaki looked over to see what he was talking about and watched as the pistol went off and an old man dropped. She nodded.
Lucario jumped over the grill and landed in the middle of the crowd. He pushed his way through the people, jumped when he saw a spot that was empty ahead of him. He got closer and closer to the killer.
"Sir." The driver pointed a gloved hand toward the crowd next to the parking area. His boss broke his gaze from the fireworks and looked over to see the crowd parting or being parted by someone. That someone, he saw, was Makoto. He was running with his pistol pointing behind him, at something chasing him.
A lone Lucario appeared off to the side, running beside the crowd and entering the parking area to cut off Makoto. In the crowd, Officer Jenny's were trying to get through.
"****." The man in the backseat got to his knees and grabbed onto the metal box in the center of the back area of the limo. He threw it open and grabbed a machine gun and a couple banana clips from it.
"Need a weapon?" The man asked the driver.
The driver showed his boss a pistol, an odd looking one though. It had a scope.
"What kind of pistol is that?" The boss asked as he checked on Makoto, who had just broken free of the crowd.
"Precise." The driver answered.
Lucario ran at the man with the gun, jumping over a parked car and stopping in the middle of the parking lot. The killer aimed at the Pokemon and shot, but there was a click. Empty.
Three Swellow's descended from the sky, the cop's Pokemon, and tried to attack the killer. Throwing away his pistol, he grabbed a Pokeball and threw it in the air, calling forth a Dragonite. It flew to meet the Swellow's.
Lucario ran at the killer during this, tackling him as he reached out to catch his Pokeball. The killer fell to the ground and Lucario kicked him in the stomach. The man lurched as he attempted to get up.
Up above, one of the Swellow's started rapidly falling to the ground, blood trailing it before it smacked into the pavement like a sack of rocks. Lucario watched it twitch in it's death throes and didn't see his adversary get to his feet and kick out. Lucario tried to duck under but the kick hit the top of his head. He stumbled backward, clutching the spot. Pain reverberated through his skull.
And then there was a shot from behind. Lucario created an aura shield around himself just in time as the bullet bounced off. Half a second late and it would have hit his spinal column, killing him.
The Officer Jenny's ran into the parking lot and aimed their weapons at the killer. Weaponless, the killer raised his arms. His Dragonite was still fighting above, the two remaining Swellows tearing the creature apart, cutting through it's wings and one appeared to have pecked out Dragonite's left eye.
"****, get us out of here." The man in the back of the limo held onto the machine gun as he watched the Jenny's cuff Makoto.
"Want me to kill him first?" The driver aimed his pistol at Makoto. The Lucario then started toward the limousine, eyes full of killing lust.
"Just get out of here!" The man in the back of the limo lurched forward as the driver hit the gas. He rolled down his window and started spraying machine gun fire at everyone in the parking lot. Two Jenny's went down, Makoto's head exploded. The Lucario held it's aura shield, running toward the limo as it sped down an alley to the side of the parking lot and onto a road that wrapped around Cherry Grove City. They headed north toward the highway.
"Son of a *****." The driver cried out. "We're in trouble!"
"The Lucario and the Jenny need taken out. They were the only witnesses who could bust our ass. Call the assassination squads to the festival."
"Yes sir." The driver replied.
Lucario had chased the limo through the alley but stopped as it opened onto the street. He hadn't been able to read the plates, it was dark out after all. The fireworks had just stopped and despite everything that had just taken place, the crowds were whooping and screaming, clapping and pumping their fists.
Lucario ran to the remaining Officer Jenny and looked over at her dead sisters.
"I'm sorry." He said. He looked the other way and saw Dragonite, dead. The remaining two Swellow's were eating it's flesh in a disgusting display.
"What the hell is going on?" He asked Jenny.
"He killed a man who was proposing apparently."
Lucario looked at the killer's body. "Why?"
"I don't know."
Lucario pulled a wallet from the killer's pocket. He handed it to Jenny so she could open it.
His trainer's license was what Jenny pulled from it. His name was Makoto Mikazi. His age was twenty-four. He only had one licensed Pokemon, Dragonite.
Lucario checked the rest of his pockets and in the front top pocket of the man's jacket, found a ring. He handed this over to Jenny as well.
"This must be the ring he proposed with." Jenny held onto it as an ambulance drove into the lot.
Lucario looked over at the crowd. They were now coming toward the scene of the murders, interested in what took place. Two Jenny's appeared from the crowd and held the civilians back.
"Thank you for your help Lucario. Who is your trainer?"
Lucario smiled. "It doesn't matter. I've got to go."
Jenny watched Lucario run back toward the crowd.
Zangoose turned at Lucario's approach. "And the cowboy returns from his escapade."
Lucario smiled. "At least there wasn't anything vulgar in the statement."
Tsubaki was in the process of selling a plate of stir-fry. She looked at Lucario and smiled. "What happened?" She asked, still taking care of customers. She had learned to double task pretty well.
"That guy killed some guy who was proposing. Stole his ring. Ran to a parking lot. Jenny's showed up to arrest the guy. He was in cuffs when someone started shooting from a limo, killed everyone except one Jenny."
"That's it?" Tsubaki asked.
"Pretty much. I'll let the police deal with the rest."
"A limousine you said?" Tsubaki looked at Lucario. "You gotta be pretty rich to have a limousine pick you up from a murder. Especially a limousine with machine guns in it and people willing to use them."
"He was wearing a suit. He was probably rich enough to get a private jet out of here."
"Ever watch the news when they talk about the Yakuza?" Tsubaki asked.
"No."
"Sounds Yakuza to me. Should have checked if his body is covered in tattoos. If so, you're dealing with Yakuza."
"And they are gangsters?" Lucario tilted his head.
"Essentially. Think Team Rocket, but more subtle. They have stakes in the government, they own every major industry in Johto. They aren't in your face about it though. They are split into families, each family has a distinct tattoo and look. I've never heard of Yakuza in Cherry Grove though."
"As subtle as you make them sound anyone in the city could be a Yakuza."
"True enough."
"Oyabun." The young man ran to his boss, bowed. His Oyabun turned. The Oyabun was sixty, wore a kimono. His hair was short, pushed back.
"Yes?"
"Mijuru is requesting an assassination squad to take out an Officer Jenny and a Lucario at the festival. Witnesses."
"Squad one."
"Yes sir."
Tsubaki stopped her car behind the kiosk and Lucario grabbed the grill and put it in the back. Zangoose took the stir fry pan to the car.
Once everything had been put away in the car, Zangoose returned to his Pokeball and Lucario got in the passenger seat. Tsubaki got in, shut the door and started the car.
"He's inside of a red car heading toward town." A man with binoculars watched the car leave the festival site and drive toward the road.
"His trainer is with him?" The voice that was coming from his headset inside of his ear asked.
"Yes sir."
"We'll kill them both wherever they stop. Probably a house."
"Following."
Tsubaki turned on the radio, changed the station. From rock to the news.
"...Sinnoh still in turmoil. Vice President Sillindra still cracking down on anyone who owns illegal firearms. Multiple assassination attempts in the past two months have led to her being constantly watched, constantly guarded, and rooftop assassin prevention groups are constantly scanning the rooftops. She has just released a statement declaring that whoever is after her will be taken into custody and taken care of as they need to be. After last years Team Rocket debacle and the subsequent destruction of the organization, Sinnoh lost many of it's politicians and much of it's income as Team Rocket backed operations accounted for thirty percent of state income. Currently Sinnoh's crime rate has dropped considerably, the lowest it has been in over forty years, but taxes are at an all time high. The populace both accepts the taxes, and hates them.
"Disaster at Cherry Grove City. Two and a half hours ago a man was shot by a Yakuza by the name of Makoto Mikazi. The murdered, twenty-one year old Steven Johnson was proposing to his girlfriend, twenty-one year old Ashley Spraig when the assassin killed Steven, grabbed his ring, and ran for it. New information has come in from Steven's best friend who will remain anonymous that Steven borrowed money from the Yakuza to buy the ring. He had not fully paid back the debt, as his car, his only way to work, needed repairs that cost a lot, and was thus killed for not paying back for the item, the ring taken from his body. Officer's chased the man and cuffed him with thanks to a Lucario. Before they could question him, let alone get a police car around, a limousine started to drive away, a man in the back shooting erratically, killing two officers and the killer. Mikazi also killed five people in his getaway.
"In other news..." Tsubaki turned the radio off.
"How do you do that?" Lucario asked.
"What?"
"Get to the news at just the right moment?"
Tsubaki smiled. "Womanly intuition?"
Lucario rolled his eyes.
The sleek, black sports car carried four men. It followed the red car discreetly, driving directly behind it at some points, following along side roads as long as they could watch where the car was going.
"We could kill them now. Be a lot messier, but more fun." The man in the left back seat snickered.
"No. Follow orders. You'll get to test your new hand to hand moves." The man in the passenger seat stared forward as if a speck on the windshield was particularly interesting.
"We don't know anything about where they will stop, how big the place is, how small, the layout..." The man in the left back seat was staring at the pistol in his lap.
"Extemporaneous assassination. We don't know the conditions we'll be fighting under, but we will certainly enjoy executing under whatever conditions are thrown at us." The driver smiled brightly. His whole face was tattooed, a dragon flying high on one cheek, a blood red snake slithering up the other, going down his neck and down under his jacket, it's tail appeared on the back of his hand. He was a real piece of artwork, could be placed in a museum someday.
The man in the back right seat stayed quiet.
"Backup?" The man in the left back seat asked.
"One person and the son of Oyabun." The passenger replied.
"Worthless piece of ****..." The driver replied.
"He's still our one of our bosses." The passenger looked at his feet. "Despite the fact he is a complete moron."
Lucario walked into the living room of Tsubaki's house next to her restaurant. Tsubaki had needed a source of income when moving to Johto, despite the fact she had been handed quite a bit of money from Sinnoh's government as thanks for what she had done. She used it to build a house, a one story place with two bedrooms, one bath. She then built a restaurant right next door. It quickly became quite popular. She served exotic liquors, was a pretty good cook, and it wasn't too expensive.
Lucario enjoyed his new life. It was quiet, it was nice. Tsubaki was the best master he could ask for. Despite the fact he had once been an independent human, he assumed he had grown Pokemon instincts and feelings. So anymore, he didn't care that he was owned. He liked Tsubaki, she wasn't mean to him or anyone, she wasn't taking him out to show off on TV or compete in tournaments. They just lived quietly in Cherry Grove City.
He never went inside his Pokeball, he was independent in that respect. Zangoose complained about this fact all the time, saying he should save the boss some room and quit hogging her sofa. Though he said that with a lot more f-bombs. Lucario just smiled. If Tsubaki wanted him to stay in his Pokeball, then that was fine with him. But ultimately, she liked his company. It was good to have someone to talk to.
Lucario had always thought she needed a boyfriend or something. But she laughed at the prospect. She was a busy person, she didn't have time for that kind of stuff. Lucario just rolled his eyes and moved on.
The little Yakuza event before had been the first time since Sinnoh Lucario had fought a bad guy. It had been a quiet year, and he learned to enjoy the quiet life. He helped Tsubaki at the restaurant, watched TV, went on trips with Tsubaki. They had a good year together.
He walked to the sofa in the living room and sat. He closed his eyes for a moment. "I'm tired."
They had just unloaded everything from the car and Tsubaki sat down next to him and smiled. "Let's see what's on TV."
"Ready?" The driver stood in front of the house with his three companions, two others sitting in the alley across from the house.
Two of the men carried Uzi's. The other two carried shotguns. All four had knives strapped to their thighs.
"Go." The driver went to the front door of the house and waited for two of his men, the passenger and backseat right to stand to the side of the door as he kicked it in.
Tsubaki set the remote down and sat back. Lucario was sleeping beside her, breathing lightly. Tsubaki would go to sleep in a bit, first she wanted to watch the latest Pokemon contest. More ten year old's fighting against twenty-somethings. She enjoyed watching the elders get beat by kids. It was almost like the older trainers were told to go easy on the kids. If she went to one of those contests with Lucario and Zangoose, she would wipe the floor with everyone.
She was about to fall asleep, about to use Lucario's shoulder as a pillow when the front door was thrown off it's hinges. Lucario started awake and if he wasn't fully awake, he was after machine guns started going off. He brought an aura shield up to protect Tsubaki and himself. Tsubaki found Zangoose's Pokeball on the sofa and threw it out. Zangoose jumped out and ran toward the assassins. Two entered the house, one with a whole face covered in tattoos, the other just a normal looking guy. Zangoose ran at the normal guy, Lucario at tattoo.
Zangoose rolled between the normal guys legs, cutting them out beneath him. The legs stayed standing as he fell forward, everything below his knees now missing from his body. He screamed as Zangoose executed a final thrust through the man's heart.
Lucario kicked out at tattoo, hitting the machine gun and sending it skittering across the floor of the living room. Lucario blocked a punch aimed at his face and twirled, sending a vicious kick to tattoo's side. Tattoo was thrown across the room, unable to breath. Lucario kicked him in the head. He then turned to see two men with shotguns aimed right at him entering the room through the front door.
Lucario rolled to the side as one shotgun went off, blowing the stomach of tattoo to pieces. Blood exploded all about the room.
Tsubaki was missing. Oddly. Lucario didn't have time to ponder as he brought up a shield to block the next shotgun blast.
"Dammit!" One of the men yelled out.
The other stayed silent as he threw his shotgun to the side and pulled a knife from a sheath on his thigh.
Zangoose ran to fight the loud one while Lucario parried a blow from silent's knife with his spike.
"So after this we kill Jenny? How do we know which one?" The Oyabun's son asked the man beside him.
"We saw her on the news when they broke the story. Each Jenny has a patch on her right breast that has a number. She's number fifty-three. We have the geeks back home tracking her on computers as we speak."
"There's been a lot of shooting in there."
"Probably done."
A man flew through the front door, a Zangoose on his stomach, it's claws ripping into his chest. Blood sprayed all over.
"Oh ****..." Muttered the Oyabun's son.
"Incompetent idiots..." The other man pumped his shotgun and ran across the street toward the house, aimed at the Zangoose.
Zangoose turned on the dead body of his assailant to find a man with a shotgun aiming at his head.
"Down you stupid little Pokemon."
Lucario looked out the window next to the front door. Zangoose had a shotgun aimed at him. Despite the fact Lucario would find it kind of funny if the potty mouth died, they were still friends. He ducked under a knife thrust from silent, grabbed the man under one armpit and the navel, and threw him through the window, crashing into shotgun.
Zangoose made his move. The shotgun went off, blowing the leg off of the man who flew through the window. Zangoose tore both men to shreds, blood and limbs flying everywhere.
The Oyabun's son looked down at the machine gun in his hands.
"Dammit!" He cried, running back to the car and driving back home.
Tsubaki showed up with a machine gun in her hands. She looked around at all the carnage, the blood on her stuff, the broken window.
"You didn't leave me one?"
Lucario looked at her. "Why are you pointing that at me?"
"I'm not!" She set the gun on the sofa. "There! See!"
"How are we going to explain this to Jenny?" Lucario wondered as Zangoose waltzed into the house.
"They killed them all!" Oyabun looked at his son, looked into his eyes.
"You may be my son, but you are worthless!" Oyabun produced a knife from his kimono and grabbed his son by the neck, pressing him against the wall of his office. His son's eyes bulged. "No dad..."
Another Yakuza who was sitting in the corner, watching everything take place got up and held the son's hand against the wall. The son curled his fingers into a ball. "No!"
The Yakuza man pinched the son below his hand. The fingers numbed and uncurled from their ball. Oyabun took the knife and slid it across his son's ring finger.
The scream could be heard throughout the Kishimoto family Yakuza headquarters.
In slow motion, the son watched his ring finger fall to the ground. He didn't bother to look at the stump where it been attached to his body just seconds before.
"Get out of my sight you worthless idiot." The Oyabun declared.
The Kishimoto family and Miyagi family met at two in the morning inside a small tea house. The Oyabuns of both families sat across from each other.
"You have been brought into the limelight." Miyagi took a sip of tea.
"It's because of incompetence. Now the whole world knows the Kishimoto family was behind the recent murders. He couldn't kill our witnesses."
"Who?" Miyagi asked.
"I put my son in charge and he ran like a weak pup."
Miyagi laughed. "Incompetence breeds incompetence."
Kishimoto stood. "Are you calling me incompetent?"
Miyagi took a sip of tea, unphased by the man standing before him, his guards closing in. Miyagi's guards followed suit.
"You're family has been revealed as the murderers of eight people at the festival, not including the hitman himself who your people killed. You then attempt to murder a witness, a Pokemon, at his trainer's house and five of your men are dead. Jenny's are all over the scene, they have figured out which Yakuza they belong to because of the tattoos on their bodies, and you are pretty much compromised. The police will be on high alert for your people. In other words, you're dead."
Kishimoto drew a pistol. He had changed out of a kimono for a blue suit before heading to the tea house. He always carried a pistol with him, whatever the situation.
"Would you point that at me Kishimoto?"
"You called this meeting to insult me!" Kishimoto aimed the pistol at Miyagi. All six of Miyagi's guards drew their own pistols and aimed at Kishimoto. Kishimoto's six guards pulled their pistols and aimed at Miyagi's guards.
"Traditionally friendly Yakuza's settle their differences with Pokemon battles." Miyagi looked at his friend and adversary.
"Fine. Put your pieces away." Kishimoto muttered.
Miyagi waved his hand and all of his guards put their weapons away as well.
It was about four o' clock when Lucario and Tsubaki were done explaining what happened to the police, the bodies had been taken away, the media had left. They were finally allowed to sleep.
Three hours later they had to wake up and start prepping the restaurant.
"That was a long night." Tsubaki muttered, wiping the sleep from her eyes and yawning as she walked from her bedroom into the living room. Lucario rolled off the sofa and onto the floor. "Ouch..." He yelped.
The house was going to get cleaned up, a new door and window put in this morning. Lucario would have to watch the workers while Tsubaki worked the restaurant. He got up from the floor and rubbed the back of his head. "Well, I guess we better get to work."
"Hold fort today. I don't want anyone heading through the door or window while we're gone." Tsubaki muttered groggily.
"Make yourself some coffee boss."
"Already on it." Tsubaki walked into the kitchen and came back with a big metal canister full of the stuff. "Take care." She said as she left the house and headed next door to the restaurant.
"I want that Lucario dead! And you are going in alone. They have people going to fix their door and windows. Disguise yourself as one of them, kill the Lucario, get out silently. You got that?"
"Yes father." Kishimoto's son looked at his father. He was mad, having been defeated that night by Miyagi.
"DO IT!"
It was about nine when the first work crews appeared. Lucario watched what they were doing, eying their workmanship. One of them stood out to him though, a younger guy. He was away from everyone else, he wasn't doing anything.
After thirty minutes of work Officer Jenny fifty-three appeared. She got out of her police car and stood with Lucario. "I'm sorry you got into this mess."
"No problem. It was bound to happen. After the crap we went through last year with Team Rocket..."
"You're THAT Lucario? You're the one who took down Rocket?"
"Probably shouldn't have mentioned that. Don't tell anyone, please." Lucario looked at the officer. "Last thing I went is the media following me everywhere."
"I'll keep it a secret between us." Jenny smiled. Lucario looked over where the young man had been standing. He was gone.
"Gun out." Lucario whispered to Jenny.
"What?"
"Just do it!"
Lucario walked over to the leader of the workers. "Did you bring a young guy with you? Been standing off to the side?"
"No." The guy replied. "Youngest guy here is the dad of a teen girl."
"Thanks." Lucario motioned for Jenny to follow him around the side of the house.
"Jenny fifty-three is here! And Lucario!" Kishimoto said into the phone.
His father replied back. "Kill them both!"
"OH ****!"
The phone dropped to the ground. The Oyabun of the Kishimoto family was crying out. "What? What's happening?"
The Yakuza kid pulled an Uzi from his jacket and started spraying wildly toward Jenny and Lucario. Lucario brought up a shield and Jenny aimed her pistol at the kid. When he ran out of ammo, reaching for a new clip in his pocket, Lucario let his shield down and Jenny shot his left knee. It exploded out and he crumpled to the ground, the Uzi falling with him. He started screaming.
Jenny holstered her piece and knelt beside him. "Who are you?"
"ARRGH! DAMMIT!"
Lucario noticed the cell phone lying open on the ground, a voice emanating from the speaker. He motioned toward it. Jenny grabbed it.
"What happened?" The man on the phone asked.
Jenny smiled. "He's dead." She said.
"WHAT? You killed my son? You *****!"
"Yeah, he's got a hole in his head the size of a penny. Pretty nasty. He was pretty good looking too."
"You've ****ed with the wrong Yakuza. The Kishimoto will kill you!"
Lucario overheard this and pointed at himself. Jenny pointed the cell phone toward him.
"Just like you failed to kill us last night?"
"Who are you?"
"I'm the Lucario who killed your men and is stepping on the neck of your son." He looked down at Kishimoto's son. He was writhing in pain. "I can only assume you're the boss. The Oyabun. Come after me again and you'll find your head served on a silver platter. Could join your sons."
"**** YOU! YOU'RE DEAD."
Jenny took the phone from Lucario. "You've screwed up big time Kishimoto. You're family is done."
"You'll be six feet under very soon woman."
"I'd like to see you try bastard."
Lucario looked over at Kishimoto's son. He had the Uzi, was about to insert a new clip. Lucario ran over and kicked out as he got the new clip inside. Kishimoto shot out, hitting Jenny in the foot before Lucario stomped on his neck, his throat caving in. He was unable to breath. He dropped the gun and clutched at his neck.
"I guess he really is dead..." Lucario said. Kishimoto's eyes rolled into the back of his head.
Jenny was on the ground, cradling her foot. She was talking into her radio. Police were coming with an ambulance. The people working on the door and window were looking around the corner of the house, into the little zen garden where everything had taken place.
"...in other news we have a front door and window." Lucario told Tsubaki as she cooked in the kitchen of her restaurant.
"It's not over is it?"
"Nope. We'll run into the Yakuza again I can assure you."
"It's like Sinnoh all over again!"
"I wouldn't say that. This is a bit different. We aren't being chased by police we have police friends coming in to check on us every day. Everyone knows we're the good guys this time around."
"I enjoyed the quiet life." Tsubaki muttered.
"You had to know it was bound to happen. We were bound to run into trouble again."
"I can't believe with all the media around us all the time that nobody has recognized us as the ones who destroyed Team Rocket."
"More than likely forgot about it. Then again, I was the only one ever on the news back then. Nobody had pictures of you and I kept you away from reporters. I could just be some random Lucario in a bad situation."
Tsubaki handed him a plate of food. "Heroes need to eat." She said.
"Then you better cook yourself something and join me for dinner boss."
Tsubaki smiled.
"HE KILLED MY ****ING SON!" Kishimoto stood before Miyagi.
"You cut your son's finger off. I didn't think you had a place in your heart for the kid." Miyagi replied as calmly as he had the night before.
"I want a joint effort to take out that Lucario and fifty-three. I'll pay you ten mil once it's done."
"Sounds tempting. I have a contact, a group of assassins. Perhaps we should speak with them? They are some of the best in Johto."
"Call them. Please. I'll pay anything. They show my son on the TV, being carted into an ambulance. Every time I see it I want to see that Lucario gone!"
"I'll make a call for you friend."
"Thank you Miyagi."
CHAPTER 1 Q & A
Q. Why is it called Dark Road?
A. Because the longest multi-part story and the one with the most bearing on the story is called the Dark Road saga, with chapter 17 being called Dark Road.
Q. I thought Tsubaki and Lucario were headed to Hoenn?
A. They found out it sucked there and moved.
Q. Will Sillindra show up ever?
A. She will be mentioned all throughout and a couple chapters, especially toward the end will contain her character.
Q. What's an Oyabun?
A. It translates pretty much to father in English. More in terms, the Oyabun is the leader of a Yakuza, the Yakuza's equivalent to the Don of a mafia family.
Q. Are Tsubaki and Lucario more than just friends???
A. Despite the fact Lucario was once human, he is still a Pokemon. That's kind of creepy. I don't write fan fictions that weird XD
Now without ado, please enjoy Dark Road:
Pokemon: Dark Road
By: Ratchet573
Chapter One: Night Of The Yakuza
The town was alight, noisy, and busy. The main thoroughfare that led from downtown to the sea was now crowded with people, parents, children, grandparents. All struggled to get in the lines to check out vendors wares; stand in line to get some food from the various cooks that sat in front of a portable stove or grill, cooking up the greatest street food in the world. Officer Jenny's patrolled the street, making sure that the festival stayed safe and fun.
Near the waterfront was a small area dedicated to rides. A merry go round circled in a hypnotizing display. A Ferris wheel stood beside it, it's lights brightening the whole area. Other gyroscopic rides were brightening the smiles of the children, and brightening the night.
It was nighttime. The moon tried to outshine the lights of the Cherry Grove City festival, but failed. The stars twinkled, reflecting in the sea. It was the perfect place, the perfect time, to move closer in a relationship.
A barge sat in the ocean, five men checking the fireworks set all about it's deck. Five minutes till they go off. The crowds at the oceanfront view, standing in front of the guardrail that prevented people from falling off the cliff face and into the ocean, were stirring, ready for the explosions to start.
Standing at the very front of the crowd, a man with short brown hair, wearing a button down shirt and khaki pants, was down on his knees, a small box open in his hands, a ring glaring beautifully in the light. His girlfriend's long black hair was ruffled lightly by a sea breeze. Her eyes were plastered on the ring.
She had accepted his marriage proposal and they embraced when he felt a pain in his back. Blood and bone exploded from the large hole in his lower back. He slumped to the ground as the man in the white suit and patent leather shoes threw his pistol into the ocean and ran to the dead body, collecting the ring.
"It's been four weeks. Times up buddy." The man muttered, running with the ring in hand.
People screamed. Jenny's ran to check out the source of commotion. The killer pushed his way through the crowd, heading toward the main thoroughfare and the vendors.
"Nice night." The man in the limousine sat back, holding a small glass of scotch over ice. He shook it a little, the ice tinkling in the glass.
The driver wore a black suit just like the man in back. But unlike the man in back, he also wore a hat and square glasses. He also wore black gloves that clasped the wheel of the long car.
"Never was a fan of festivals." The limo sat in a parking area inside the city. The windows were open, the sea breeze coming in.
"Me neither." The man in back replied. "Too noisy, too many people. That's why I sent Makoto out there. He doesn't care where he shoots someone, as long as he can shoot someone, he's happy."
The driver smiled. "I used to be like that. But being a limo driver pays better."
Lucario sat back in the lawn chair behind the grill of Tsubaki's stand on the side of the main thoroughfare. She was grilling up vegetables and fish on a stick. Zangoose was cutting vegetables with his claws as Tsubaki handed change to a man for two grilled fish on a stick.
Zangoose looked back at Lucario, cutting carrots without looking. "You're goddam lazy."
Lucario looked at his friend and then at Tsubaki. "Did you teach him that language? Seriously?"
"No." She replied.
"You should learn to understand Pokemon. Boy the stuff you'd hear from that little guys mouth. I almost mistook it for a toilet a couple times."
"Hardy har ****ing har douche." Zangoose replied.
Lucario smiled at him.
The killer pushed his way through the crowd, knocking people down, trampling kids. Officer Jenny's tried to chase him, tried to line up a shot, but the milling crowds made it impossible to do so. The killer had thrown his weapon over the side is what they heard over the radio from a Jenny interviewing the murdered man's fiance. Probably getting rid of any evidence, just in case. It was assumed he wasn't packing heat.
But that was wrong.
The first firework whizzed into the air and exploded, the display started. Fireworks burst in the air, myriad colors descending toward the ocean, bursting brilliantly with ear shattering noise. So much noise that the report from a gun would not be heard.
The killer held a pistol he had hidden in the inside of his jacket. He shot people getting in his way, the bodies dropping and getting trampled in the crowds. Jenny's got closer, but the killer turned and shot in their direction, killing random passerby in the process.
He was nearing the parking spot where his escape vehicle awaited.
Lucario was admiring the fireworks like everyone else when he noticed a man pushing through the crowd, a pistol cocked and aimed behind him, toward the police trying to get to him.
Lucario stood and grabbed Tsubaki's shoulder. "I'll be right back."
Tsubaki looked over to see what he was talking about and watched as the pistol went off and an old man dropped. She nodded.
Lucario jumped over the grill and landed in the middle of the crowd. He pushed his way through the people, jumped when he saw a spot that was empty ahead of him. He got closer and closer to the killer.
"Sir." The driver pointed a gloved hand toward the crowd next to the parking area. His boss broke his gaze from the fireworks and looked over to see the crowd parting or being parted by someone. That someone, he saw, was Makoto. He was running with his pistol pointing behind him, at something chasing him.
A lone Lucario appeared off to the side, running beside the crowd and entering the parking area to cut off Makoto. In the crowd, Officer Jenny's were trying to get through.
"****." The man in the backseat got to his knees and grabbed onto the metal box in the center of the back area of the limo. He threw it open and grabbed a machine gun and a couple banana clips from it.
"Need a weapon?" The man asked the driver.
The driver showed his boss a pistol, an odd looking one though. It had a scope.
"What kind of pistol is that?" The boss asked as he checked on Makoto, who had just broken free of the crowd.
"Precise." The driver answered.
Lucario ran at the man with the gun, jumping over a parked car and stopping in the middle of the parking lot. The killer aimed at the Pokemon and shot, but there was a click. Empty.
Three Swellow's descended from the sky, the cop's Pokemon, and tried to attack the killer. Throwing away his pistol, he grabbed a Pokeball and threw it in the air, calling forth a Dragonite. It flew to meet the Swellow's.
Lucario ran at the killer during this, tackling him as he reached out to catch his Pokeball. The killer fell to the ground and Lucario kicked him in the stomach. The man lurched as he attempted to get up.
Up above, one of the Swellow's started rapidly falling to the ground, blood trailing it before it smacked into the pavement like a sack of rocks. Lucario watched it twitch in it's death throes and didn't see his adversary get to his feet and kick out. Lucario tried to duck under but the kick hit the top of his head. He stumbled backward, clutching the spot. Pain reverberated through his skull.
And then there was a shot from behind. Lucario created an aura shield around himself just in time as the bullet bounced off. Half a second late and it would have hit his spinal column, killing him.
The Officer Jenny's ran into the parking lot and aimed their weapons at the killer. Weaponless, the killer raised his arms. His Dragonite was still fighting above, the two remaining Swellows tearing the creature apart, cutting through it's wings and one appeared to have pecked out Dragonite's left eye.
"****, get us out of here." The man in the back of the limo held onto the machine gun as he watched the Jenny's cuff Makoto.
"Want me to kill him first?" The driver aimed his pistol at Makoto. The Lucario then started toward the limousine, eyes full of killing lust.
"Just get out of here!" The man in the back of the limo lurched forward as the driver hit the gas. He rolled down his window and started spraying machine gun fire at everyone in the parking lot. Two Jenny's went down, Makoto's head exploded. The Lucario held it's aura shield, running toward the limo as it sped down an alley to the side of the parking lot and onto a road that wrapped around Cherry Grove City. They headed north toward the highway.
"Son of a *****." The driver cried out. "We're in trouble!"
"The Lucario and the Jenny need taken out. They were the only witnesses who could bust our ass. Call the assassination squads to the festival."
"Yes sir." The driver replied.
Lucario had chased the limo through the alley but stopped as it opened onto the street. He hadn't been able to read the plates, it was dark out after all. The fireworks had just stopped and despite everything that had just taken place, the crowds were whooping and screaming, clapping and pumping their fists.
Lucario ran to the remaining Officer Jenny and looked over at her dead sisters.
"I'm sorry." He said. He looked the other way and saw Dragonite, dead. The remaining two Swellow's were eating it's flesh in a disgusting display.
"What the hell is going on?" He asked Jenny.
"He killed a man who was proposing apparently."
Lucario looked at the killer's body. "Why?"
"I don't know."
Lucario pulled a wallet from the killer's pocket. He handed it to Jenny so she could open it.
His trainer's license was what Jenny pulled from it. His name was Makoto Mikazi. His age was twenty-four. He only had one licensed Pokemon, Dragonite.
Lucario checked the rest of his pockets and in the front top pocket of the man's jacket, found a ring. He handed this over to Jenny as well.
"This must be the ring he proposed with." Jenny held onto it as an ambulance drove into the lot.
Lucario looked over at the crowd. They were now coming toward the scene of the murders, interested in what took place. Two Jenny's appeared from the crowd and held the civilians back.
"Thank you for your help Lucario. Who is your trainer?"
Lucario smiled. "It doesn't matter. I've got to go."
Jenny watched Lucario run back toward the crowd.
Zangoose turned at Lucario's approach. "And the cowboy returns from his escapade."
Lucario smiled. "At least there wasn't anything vulgar in the statement."
Tsubaki was in the process of selling a plate of stir-fry. She looked at Lucario and smiled. "What happened?" She asked, still taking care of customers. She had learned to double task pretty well.
"That guy killed some guy who was proposing. Stole his ring. Ran to a parking lot. Jenny's showed up to arrest the guy. He was in cuffs when someone started shooting from a limo, killed everyone except one Jenny."
"That's it?" Tsubaki asked.
"Pretty much. I'll let the police deal with the rest."
"A limousine you said?" Tsubaki looked at Lucario. "You gotta be pretty rich to have a limousine pick you up from a murder. Especially a limousine with machine guns in it and people willing to use them."
"He was wearing a suit. He was probably rich enough to get a private jet out of here."
"Ever watch the news when they talk about the Yakuza?" Tsubaki asked.
"No."
"Sounds Yakuza to me. Should have checked if his body is covered in tattoos. If so, you're dealing with Yakuza."
"And they are gangsters?" Lucario tilted his head.
"Essentially. Think Team Rocket, but more subtle. They have stakes in the government, they own every major industry in Johto. They aren't in your face about it though. They are split into families, each family has a distinct tattoo and look. I've never heard of Yakuza in Cherry Grove though."
"As subtle as you make them sound anyone in the city could be a Yakuza."
"True enough."
"Oyabun." The young man ran to his boss, bowed. His Oyabun turned. The Oyabun was sixty, wore a kimono. His hair was short, pushed back.
"Yes?"
"Mijuru is requesting an assassination squad to take out an Officer Jenny and a Lucario at the festival. Witnesses."
"Squad one."
"Yes sir."
Tsubaki stopped her car behind the kiosk and Lucario grabbed the grill and put it in the back. Zangoose took the stir fry pan to the car.
Once everything had been put away in the car, Zangoose returned to his Pokeball and Lucario got in the passenger seat. Tsubaki got in, shut the door and started the car.
"He's inside of a red car heading toward town." A man with binoculars watched the car leave the festival site and drive toward the road.
"His trainer is with him?" The voice that was coming from his headset inside of his ear asked.
"Yes sir."
"We'll kill them both wherever they stop. Probably a house."
"Following."
Tsubaki turned on the radio, changed the station. From rock to the news.
"...Sinnoh still in turmoil. Vice President Sillindra still cracking down on anyone who owns illegal firearms. Multiple assassination attempts in the past two months have led to her being constantly watched, constantly guarded, and rooftop assassin prevention groups are constantly scanning the rooftops. She has just released a statement declaring that whoever is after her will be taken into custody and taken care of as they need to be. After last years Team Rocket debacle and the subsequent destruction of the organization, Sinnoh lost many of it's politicians and much of it's income as Team Rocket backed operations accounted for thirty percent of state income. Currently Sinnoh's crime rate has dropped considerably, the lowest it has been in over forty years, but taxes are at an all time high. The populace both accepts the taxes, and hates them.
"Disaster at Cherry Grove City. Two and a half hours ago a man was shot by a Yakuza by the name of Makoto Mikazi. The murdered, twenty-one year old Steven Johnson was proposing to his girlfriend, twenty-one year old Ashley Spraig when the assassin killed Steven, grabbed his ring, and ran for it. New information has come in from Steven's best friend who will remain anonymous that Steven borrowed money from the Yakuza to buy the ring. He had not fully paid back the debt, as his car, his only way to work, needed repairs that cost a lot, and was thus killed for not paying back for the item, the ring taken from his body. Officer's chased the man and cuffed him with thanks to a Lucario. Before they could question him, let alone get a police car around, a limousine started to drive away, a man in the back shooting erratically, killing two officers and the killer. Mikazi also killed five people in his getaway.
"In other news..." Tsubaki turned the radio off.
"How do you do that?" Lucario asked.
"What?"
"Get to the news at just the right moment?"
Tsubaki smiled. "Womanly intuition?"
Lucario rolled his eyes.
The sleek, black sports car carried four men. It followed the red car discreetly, driving directly behind it at some points, following along side roads as long as they could watch where the car was going.
"We could kill them now. Be a lot messier, but more fun." The man in the left back seat snickered.
"No. Follow orders. You'll get to test your new hand to hand moves." The man in the passenger seat stared forward as if a speck on the windshield was particularly interesting.
"We don't know anything about where they will stop, how big the place is, how small, the layout..." The man in the left back seat was staring at the pistol in his lap.
"Extemporaneous assassination. We don't know the conditions we'll be fighting under, but we will certainly enjoy executing under whatever conditions are thrown at us." The driver smiled brightly. His whole face was tattooed, a dragon flying high on one cheek, a blood red snake slithering up the other, going down his neck and down under his jacket, it's tail appeared on the back of his hand. He was a real piece of artwork, could be placed in a museum someday.
The man in the back right seat stayed quiet.
"Backup?" The man in the left back seat asked.
"One person and the son of Oyabun." The passenger replied.
"Worthless piece of ****..." The driver replied.
"He's still our one of our bosses." The passenger looked at his feet. "Despite the fact he is a complete moron."
Lucario walked into the living room of Tsubaki's house next to her restaurant. Tsubaki had needed a source of income when moving to Johto, despite the fact she had been handed quite a bit of money from Sinnoh's government as thanks for what she had done. She used it to build a house, a one story place with two bedrooms, one bath. She then built a restaurant right next door. It quickly became quite popular. She served exotic liquors, was a pretty good cook, and it wasn't too expensive.
Lucario enjoyed his new life. It was quiet, it was nice. Tsubaki was the best master he could ask for. Despite the fact he had once been an independent human, he assumed he had grown Pokemon instincts and feelings. So anymore, he didn't care that he was owned. He liked Tsubaki, she wasn't mean to him or anyone, she wasn't taking him out to show off on TV or compete in tournaments. They just lived quietly in Cherry Grove City.
He never went inside his Pokeball, he was independent in that respect. Zangoose complained about this fact all the time, saying he should save the boss some room and quit hogging her sofa. Though he said that with a lot more f-bombs. Lucario just smiled. If Tsubaki wanted him to stay in his Pokeball, then that was fine with him. But ultimately, she liked his company. It was good to have someone to talk to.
Lucario had always thought she needed a boyfriend or something. But she laughed at the prospect. She was a busy person, she didn't have time for that kind of stuff. Lucario just rolled his eyes and moved on.
The little Yakuza event before had been the first time since Sinnoh Lucario had fought a bad guy. It had been a quiet year, and he learned to enjoy the quiet life. He helped Tsubaki at the restaurant, watched TV, went on trips with Tsubaki. They had a good year together.
He walked to the sofa in the living room and sat. He closed his eyes for a moment. "I'm tired."
They had just unloaded everything from the car and Tsubaki sat down next to him and smiled. "Let's see what's on TV."
"Ready?" The driver stood in front of the house with his three companions, two others sitting in the alley across from the house.
Two of the men carried Uzi's. The other two carried shotguns. All four had knives strapped to their thighs.
"Go." The driver went to the front door of the house and waited for two of his men, the passenger and backseat right to stand to the side of the door as he kicked it in.
Tsubaki set the remote down and sat back. Lucario was sleeping beside her, breathing lightly. Tsubaki would go to sleep in a bit, first she wanted to watch the latest Pokemon contest. More ten year old's fighting against twenty-somethings. She enjoyed watching the elders get beat by kids. It was almost like the older trainers were told to go easy on the kids. If she went to one of those contests with Lucario and Zangoose, she would wipe the floor with everyone.
She was about to fall asleep, about to use Lucario's shoulder as a pillow when the front door was thrown off it's hinges. Lucario started awake and if he wasn't fully awake, he was after machine guns started going off. He brought an aura shield up to protect Tsubaki and himself. Tsubaki found Zangoose's Pokeball on the sofa and threw it out. Zangoose jumped out and ran toward the assassins. Two entered the house, one with a whole face covered in tattoos, the other just a normal looking guy. Zangoose ran at the normal guy, Lucario at tattoo.
Zangoose rolled between the normal guys legs, cutting them out beneath him. The legs stayed standing as he fell forward, everything below his knees now missing from his body. He screamed as Zangoose executed a final thrust through the man's heart.
Lucario kicked out at tattoo, hitting the machine gun and sending it skittering across the floor of the living room. Lucario blocked a punch aimed at his face and twirled, sending a vicious kick to tattoo's side. Tattoo was thrown across the room, unable to breath. Lucario kicked him in the head. He then turned to see two men with shotguns aimed right at him entering the room through the front door.
Lucario rolled to the side as one shotgun went off, blowing the stomach of tattoo to pieces. Blood exploded all about the room.
Tsubaki was missing. Oddly. Lucario didn't have time to ponder as he brought up a shield to block the next shotgun blast.
"Dammit!" One of the men yelled out.
The other stayed silent as he threw his shotgun to the side and pulled a knife from a sheath on his thigh.
Zangoose ran to fight the loud one while Lucario parried a blow from silent's knife with his spike.
"So after this we kill Jenny? How do we know which one?" The Oyabun's son asked the man beside him.
"We saw her on the news when they broke the story. Each Jenny has a patch on her right breast that has a number. She's number fifty-three. We have the geeks back home tracking her on computers as we speak."
"There's been a lot of shooting in there."
"Probably done."
A man flew through the front door, a Zangoose on his stomach, it's claws ripping into his chest. Blood sprayed all over.
"Oh ****..." Muttered the Oyabun's son.
"Incompetent idiots..." The other man pumped his shotgun and ran across the street toward the house, aimed at the Zangoose.
Zangoose turned on the dead body of his assailant to find a man with a shotgun aiming at his head.
"Down you stupid little Pokemon."
Lucario looked out the window next to the front door. Zangoose had a shotgun aimed at him. Despite the fact Lucario would find it kind of funny if the potty mouth died, they were still friends. He ducked under a knife thrust from silent, grabbed the man under one armpit and the navel, and threw him through the window, crashing into shotgun.
Zangoose made his move. The shotgun went off, blowing the leg off of the man who flew through the window. Zangoose tore both men to shreds, blood and limbs flying everywhere.
The Oyabun's son looked down at the machine gun in his hands.
"Dammit!" He cried, running back to the car and driving back home.
Tsubaki showed up with a machine gun in her hands. She looked around at all the carnage, the blood on her stuff, the broken window.
"You didn't leave me one?"
Lucario looked at her. "Why are you pointing that at me?"
"I'm not!" She set the gun on the sofa. "There! See!"
"How are we going to explain this to Jenny?" Lucario wondered as Zangoose waltzed into the house.
"They killed them all!" Oyabun looked at his son, looked into his eyes.
"You may be my son, but you are worthless!" Oyabun produced a knife from his kimono and grabbed his son by the neck, pressing him against the wall of his office. His son's eyes bulged. "No dad..."
Another Yakuza who was sitting in the corner, watching everything take place got up and held the son's hand against the wall. The son curled his fingers into a ball. "No!"
The Yakuza man pinched the son below his hand. The fingers numbed and uncurled from their ball. Oyabun took the knife and slid it across his son's ring finger.
The scream could be heard throughout the Kishimoto family Yakuza headquarters.
In slow motion, the son watched his ring finger fall to the ground. He didn't bother to look at the stump where it been attached to his body just seconds before.
"Get out of my sight you worthless idiot." The Oyabun declared.
The Kishimoto family and Miyagi family met at two in the morning inside a small tea house. The Oyabuns of both families sat across from each other.
"You have been brought into the limelight." Miyagi took a sip of tea.
"It's because of incompetence. Now the whole world knows the Kishimoto family was behind the recent murders. He couldn't kill our witnesses."
"Who?" Miyagi asked.
"I put my son in charge and he ran like a weak pup."
Miyagi laughed. "Incompetence breeds incompetence."
Kishimoto stood. "Are you calling me incompetent?"
Miyagi took a sip of tea, unphased by the man standing before him, his guards closing in. Miyagi's guards followed suit.
"You're family has been revealed as the murderers of eight people at the festival, not including the hitman himself who your people killed. You then attempt to murder a witness, a Pokemon, at his trainer's house and five of your men are dead. Jenny's are all over the scene, they have figured out which Yakuza they belong to because of the tattoos on their bodies, and you are pretty much compromised. The police will be on high alert for your people. In other words, you're dead."
Kishimoto drew a pistol. He had changed out of a kimono for a blue suit before heading to the tea house. He always carried a pistol with him, whatever the situation.
"Would you point that at me Kishimoto?"
"You called this meeting to insult me!" Kishimoto aimed the pistol at Miyagi. All six of Miyagi's guards drew their own pistols and aimed at Kishimoto. Kishimoto's six guards pulled their pistols and aimed at Miyagi's guards.
"Traditionally friendly Yakuza's settle their differences with Pokemon battles." Miyagi looked at his friend and adversary.
"Fine. Put your pieces away." Kishimoto muttered.
Miyagi waved his hand and all of his guards put their weapons away as well.
It was about four o' clock when Lucario and Tsubaki were done explaining what happened to the police, the bodies had been taken away, the media had left. They were finally allowed to sleep.
Three hours later they had to wake up and start prepping the restaurant.
"That was a long night." Tsubaki muttered, wiping the sleep from her eyes and yawning as she walked from her bedroom into the living room. Lucario rolled off the sofa and onto the floor. "Ouch..." He yelped.
The house was going to get cleaned up, a new door and window put in this morning. Lucario would have to watch the workers while Tsubaki worked the restaurant. He got up from the floor and rubbed the back of his head. "Well, I guess we better get to work."
"Hold fort today. I don't want anyone heading through the door or window while we're gone." Tsubaki muttered groggily.
"Make yourself some coffee boss."
"Already on it." Tsubaki walked into the kitchen and came back with a big metal canister full of the stuff. "Take care." She said as she left the house and headed next door to the restaurant.
"I want that Lucario dead! And you are going in alone. They have people going to fix their door and windows. Disguise yourself as one of them, kill the Lucario, get out silently. You got that?"
"Yes father." Kishimoto's son looked at his father. He was mad, having been defeated that night by Miyagi.
"DO IT!"
It was about nine when the first work crews appeared. Lucario watched what they were doing, eying their workmanship. One of them stood out to him though, a younger guy. He was away from everyone else, he wasn't doing anything.
After thirty minutes of work Officer Jenny fifty-three appeared. She got out of her police car and stood with Lucario. "I'm sorry you got into this mess."
"No problem. It was bound to happen. After the crap we went through last year with Team Rocket..."
"You're THAT Lucario? You're the one who took down Rocket?"
"Probably shouldn't have mentioned that. Don't tell anyone, please." Lucario looked at the officer. "Last thing I went is the media following me everywhere."
"I'll keep it a secret between us." Jenny smiled. Lucario looked over where the young man had been standing. He was gone.
"Gun out." Lucario whispered to Jenny.
"What?"
"Just do it!"
Lucario walked over to the leader of the workers. "Did you bring a young guy with you? Been standing off to the side?"
"No." The guy replied. "Youngest guy here is the dad of a teen girl."
"Thanks." Lucario motioned for Jenny to follow him around the side of the house.
"Jenny fifty-three is here! And Lucario!" Kishimoto said into the phone.
His father replied back. "Kill them both!"
"OH ****!"
The phone dropped to the ground. The Oyabun of the Kishimoto family was crying out. "What? What's happening?"
The Yakuza kid pulled an Uzi from his jacket and started spraying wildly toward Jenny and Lucario. Lucario brought up a shield and Jenny aimed her pistol at the kid. When he ran out of ammo, reaching for a new clip in his pocket, Lucario let his shield down and Jenny shot his left knee. It exploded out and he crumpled to the ground, the Uzi falling with him. He started screaming.
Jenny holstered her piece and knelt beside him. "Who are you?"
"ARRGH! DAMMIT!"
Lucario noticed the cell phone lying open on the ground, a voice emanating from the speaker. He motioned toward it. Jenny grabbed it.
"What happened?" The man on the phone asked.
Jenny smiled. "He's dead." She said.
"WHAT? You killed my son? You *****!"
"Yeah, he's got a hole in his head the size of a penny. Pretty nasty. He was pretty good looking too."
"You've ****ed with the wrong Yakuza. The Kishimoto will kill you!"
Lucario overheard this and pointed at himself. Jenny pointed the cell phone toward him.
"Just like you failed to kill us last night?"
"Who are you?"
"I'm the Lucario who killed your men and is stepping on the neck of your son." He looked down at Kishimoto's son. He was writhing in pain. "I can only assume you're the boss. The Oyabun. Come after me again and you'll find your head served on a silver platter. Could join your sons."
"**** YOU! YOU'RE DEAD."
Jenny took the phone from Lucario. "You've screwed up big time Kishimoto. You're family is done."
"You'll be six feet under very soon woman."
"I'd like to see you try bastard."
Lucario looked over at Kishimoto's son. He had the Uzi, was about to insert a new clip. Lucario ran over and kicked out as he got the new clip inside. Kishimoto shot out, hitting Jenny in the foot before Lucario stomped on his neck, his throat caving in. He was unable to breath. He dropped the gun and clutched at his neck.
"I guess he really is dead..." Lucario said. Kishimoto's eyes rolled into the back of his head.
Jenny was on the ground, cradling her foot. She was talking into her radio. Police were coming with an ambulance. The people working on the door and window were looking around the corner of the house, into the little zen garden where everything had taken place.
"...in other news we have a front door and window." Lucario told Tsubaki as she cooked in the kitchen of her restaurant.
"It's not over is it?"
"Nope. We'll run into the Yakuza again I can assure you."
"It's like Sinnoh all over again!"
"I wouldn't say that. This is a bit different. We aren't being chased by police we have police friends coming in to check on us every day. Everyone knows we're the good guys this time around."
"I enjoyed the quiet life." Tsubaki muttered.
"You had to know it was bound to happen. We were bound to run into trouble again."
"I can't believe with all the media around us all the time that nobody has recognized us as the ones who destroyed Team Rocket."
"More than likely forgot about it. Then again, I was the only one ever on the news back then. Nobody had pictures of you and I kept you away from reporters. I could just be some random Lucario in a bad situation."
Tsubaki handed him a plate of food. "Heroes need to eat." She said.
"Then you better cook yourself something and join me for dinner boss."
Tsubaki smiled.
"HE KILLED MY ****ING SON!" Kishimoto stood before Miyagi.
"You cut your son's finger off. I didn't think you had a place in your heart for the kid." Miyagi replied as calmly as he had the night before.
"I want a joint effort to take out that Lucario and fifty-three. I'll pay you ten mil once it's done."
"Sounds tempting. I have a contact, a group of assassins. Perhaps we should speak with them? They are some of the best in Johto."
"Call them. Please. I'll pay anything. They show my son on the TV, being carted into an ambulance. Every time I see it I want to see that Lucario gone!"
"I'll make a call for you friend."
"Thank you Miyagi."
CHAPTER 1 Q & A
Q. Why is it called Dark Road?
A. Because the longest multi-part story and the one with the most bearing on the story is called the Dark Road saga, with chapter 17 being called Dark Road.
Q. I thought Tsubaki and Lucario were headed to Hoenn?
A. They found out it sucked there and moved.
Q. Will Sillindra show up ever?
A. She will be mentioned all throughout and a couple chapters, especially toward the end will contain her character.
Q. What's an Oyabun?
A. It translates pretty much to father in English. More in terms, the Oyabun is the leader of a Yakuza, the Yakuza's equivalent to the Don of a mafia family.
Q. Are Tsubaki and Lucario more than just friends???
A. Despite the fact Lucario was once human, he is still a Pokemon. That's kind of creepy. I don't write fan fictions that weird XD