The Power Within [PG 13 - I usally rate R for safety]

[Onimusha]

Thank you. I don't think it's THAT brave to make it a lot more violent, I just trying to boost it to a more teenage suitable thing since the Anime really bugs me, being so 'happy' and stuff. Still, thansk for the coments

 

[Onimusha]

Chap 23, part 1 of 3

Chapter 23: A Different kind of Pokemon Battle

?You could be my someone you could be my scene. You know that I?ll protect you from all of the unclean? - Blurry, Puddle of Mudd.

Micky?s eyes shot open. He tried to sit up, completely forgetting he was in a hammock, falling sideways, landing shoulder first on the concrete. ?****!? he spat loudly as his right shoulder collided with the floor, his face rubbing against the warm ground as he rolled forward to get his legs untied from the cr?me hammock.

?Micky?? Purity said, just awaking ,rubbing her eyes clear as she looked at her friend writhing in pain on the floor.

?Yeah?? Micky asked, wondering why she bothered speaking rather than not trying to help him up. His landing wasn?t the worst he?d ever had, thinking back to when he rolled off the cliff when trying to escape those Houndooms, but he had definitely bruised his shoulder.

?You ok??

?Does it look like I am?? Micky spat in rage, feeling the grumpiness from waking so early. Micky had another thought though. Realising that this girl at the moment was his best friend and being spiteful to her wasn?t the best idea. ?Look? Micky huffed. ?Sorry, I?m just freaked out by this whole stalking thing and the whole destruction and everything ? he said, rolling his right shoulder to try and relieve the soreness.

?Everyone?s a bit shaken up? she smiled, dropping down to his side, rubbing his shoulder in half a hug. ?What woke you up??

?I dunno? Micky said, only now noticing that night still coated the sky, not a single star in the sky, almost a tribute to what happened the previous day. ?I just?woke up? he said with a blank expression on his face, almost wishing he could say something like ?Someone assaulted me in my sleep again? or ?I think I know where that creature is? but no, it was just a basic boring ?I dunno.?

?You gonna be ok?? she asked, seeing he?d stopped whining about his shoulder.

?Probs, dunno if I?ll get back to sleep though.? He looked to her as if to say? stay up please, suffer with me? and she sensed he didn?t wanna be alone all night trying to sleep.

?Wanna talk?? she asked, brushing her hair with her hand, trying to sort out the mess it was in.

?Yeah. Can I start with how?d you get your name?? He let out a small laugh at the thought of her parent?s going ?What should we call her? I know, Purity.?

?Wanna know the truth?? she asked sarcastically.

?Why you think I asked?? he replied with just as much sarcasm.

?My real name is?? she stalled for a moment. Her real name hadn?t been spoken for what was soon to be six years, ever since she left home to become a trainer. ?It?s Jemma? she said quickly, hoping Micky didn?t hear her properly.

?Jemma?? Micky asked, just to make sure he heard right.

?Yeah? she groaned, not liking her real name ?Jemma Campbell.?

?So where?d Purity come from?? Micky asked.

?I had a group of friends I was with, it?s a long story but they ended up nicknaming me that? she said, leaving Micky wondering why she wasn?t with those friends anymore and why they nicknamed her Purity of all the names they could have nicknamed her. ?And no I aint saying anymore? she giggled, looking at Micky?s confused expression.

Micky let out half a laugh, feeling a little special that he knew her real name and a little disappointed that he didn?t know why. ?So, what about your Pokemon?? Micky asked, not making himself particularly clear.

?What about them?? she asked.

?Where did you get them and when?? he asked, turning the conversation in a totally different direction.

?Well? she said, dropping back into memory. ?My first Pokemon was a cute little red fox called Vulpix, now my Ninetales? she said, looking towards her bag as though she wanted to get the elegant cr?me fox out of her Pokemon.

?That the one you used against Flannery?? Micky asked, remembering that day, probably the best battle of his life.

?Yeah, and by the way, you kicked *** in that match? she mentioned.

?I know? he laughed back, no sign of modesty and for good reason, knowing that the win was difficult and very lucky.

?What about the others?? he asked, curious where he got all her interesting Pokemon she had, their battle style as elegant as she was.

?Well, my Milotic used to be an ugly fish called Feebas, one tip you should know about Pokemon raising. If a Pokemon is seemingly useless, chances are it?ll evolve into something great? she said. Micky already knew this in a way, knowing the pathetic Caterpie evolved into one of his most Pokemon Butterfree, as well as Weedle evolving into Beedrill.

?Yeah, I know? Micky replied.

She half smiled, knowing Micky didn?t and was just trying to look smart in front of her. ?Well, I caught an Oddish last year which is now Bellossom, the one who was teaching your Pokemon Solarbeam. And just before I met you I caught Kirlia? she finished but then continued seeing Micky?s blank expression when she mentioned Kirlia. ?The floating ballerina-like Pokemon? she said.

?Oh yeah? Micky said remembering her from the battle against Flannery.

?What about you?? she asked. ?I haven?t seen you ever catch a Pokemon yet you have four.?

He breathed a small laugh realising that despite the fact that almost all his journey he?d been with Purity and yet every Pokemon he caught was when he was separated from her. ?I received Ponyta as my starter from some Pokemon breeder in Oldale Town, I totally forgotten his name. On the same day I caught a Weedle which eventually evolved into Beedrill, caught the Weedle the same day I met Shane in fact, and I beat him? he smirked.

?Thought he beat you?? she asked.

?No, that was just our last two encounters, and one of them was fluke? Micky said, trying not to look bad. ?Then I met you, then we went off into the mountains and we ended up in hugely deep ****? he spat in a laugh.

?Yeah, I admit, it was my bad making you go through the mountains.?

?Never had much luck in them have I?? he asked rhetorically. ?The first time I end up getting stabbed by Scy, the second time I get my skull bashed twice by some freak.?

?Still, go on? she said, wanting to know where Micky?s Nincada came from.

?Well, in that week that I was ?Dead?? he said, doing little quotation marks with his fingers, ?I was getting trained by a guy named Koga to control Scy, and during it I became very well accustomed to his Nincada, and he did the same with my Beedrill, so we ended up ?Trading?? he said, again putting words in quotation marks.

Purity noticed there was one he was missing though. Whether it was his or not remained a mystery to her but she knew he and the Pokemon were very close. ?You left one out? she smirked, thinking of all the Pokemon he?d mention that this one would be the first.

?What?? Micky asked, thinking for a moment and realising who she was on about. ?Oh, Latianne?? he replied, checking this was the one she meant.

?Yep, what?s the thing between you and her?? she asked, assuming that the Pokemon was a female by her behaviour and appearance.

?Well, just before I started becoming a trainer, I was attacked along Route 119 by a pack of Houndooms, and there she was. I was have unconscious with a pretty bad head wound and loads of blood pouring out of me and through the blurriness of sight, there she was, kicking all their asses? he said, making it more of a big deal than it really was.

?What about that day that Scyther attacked us?? she asked, that being the first time she?d saw him. ?You were talking to her? she continued.

?No I wasn?t?? Micky said, almost a question as to ?when??

?I dunno how, but you two were communicating in your minds? she said, remembering how Micky was totally silent around Latianne aside from when he was speaking to her or someone else.

?Oh yeah! She?s like ultra-smart and mega psychic, she can read your mind so if you think words then she?ll think them and you can practically have a conversation in your mind. She has a tendency to come along when she senses there?s? Micky started to yawn, having to pause. He shook his head letting out the cobwebs of the yawn before finishing. ?Sorry, she comes along when I?m in trouble and stuff.

?You should go back to sleep? Purity said, seeing it in Micky?s eyes that the yawn he just gave wasn?t going to be the last of the night.

?Yeah? Micky replied, sensing the tiredness within him as well. He slowly crawled his way to his hammock, dragging his body onto it. ?Goodnight? he said in a whisper to Purity.

?Night? she replied, smiling at him, although not sure why. Probably just how pathetic he looked when he made his way to his hammock. She laid down on her hammock and watched Micky fall asleep before she went to sleep, making sure she?d be there if Micky wanted to start talking again. He didn?t and she slowly dropped back to sleep.

****

?Watch as they all fall down, Watch as they all fall down, Watch as they all fall down, WATCH AS THEY ALL FALL DOWN!? a voice shouted through the darkness of Micky?s dream. Pictures started forming, first they were different coloured lines, then they started making circles and squares and other shapes, and then finally, they were full coloured visions, almost like watching a movie. People were lined up like domino?s as Micky floated over them, his body not in his own control, he just floated almost like he were a camera filming these people in their line. The terrain was unfamiliar to him, looking to be a desert, grassy plain and ocean all in one.

?Watch them fall!? the voice said again. Micky?s sight turned away from the people and now faced to the sky. From above came a long snake-like creature. Micky recognised it immediately, the same one from the television, the one known as ?Rayquaza.? Micky braced himself, his heart thumping like it were about to break. Micky was expecting Rayquaza to attack him, but soon realised that Rayquaza wasn?t heading towards him. Micky looked down in horror as Rayquaza started to pass by the people, about one foot above them but with his scythe like claw down. All lined up, not moving at all, these people were sliced in half. It wasn?t a bloody mess though, just a hazy vision of people falling apart.

Micky shot up, sliding sideways shoulder first to the ground again, not used to waking up on a hammock. He looked to his left. Purity?s hammock was empty. The sun was up, baring down on Micky?s body. Micky threw his thin blanket to the ground, unlike Purity he wasn?t neat and tidy and unlike her, he didn?t place it in a nice folded pile atop the hammock. He ripped his bag open quickly and dragged out some clothes. Pretty much the same clothes as always. Black trousers with double-white stripes on either side and a white fish net long sleeve shirt that barely covered his body, his figure visible through the tiny gaps in between each thin strand of netting, matching well with Micky?s bandaged forehead. He slowly made his way downstairs, the others most likely were awake and eating breakfast, or even lunch judging from the way the sun was baring down on Marty?s rooftop.

Micky was still a little shaken from his dream, his veins feeling cold from the dream, his heart still pounding. He had no idea how pale his face was until he was all the way down the stairs, greeted by Trip saying ?You ok? You look well Pale.? Micky didn?t reply immediately, still shaken from the dream that his focus was totally off.

?Huh?? Micky said, still a little dazed, letting everything sink in before replying. ?Oh, am I?? he asked, trying to find a mirror.

?Yeah, you look like you seen a ghost? he replied. ?You go for another walk about or something??

?I don?t think so? Micky replied, but the facts were he had no idea. He didn?t even realise what happened on his way to Rustboro was real until he woke up in the hospital.

?Such a dumb-***? he muttered in laughter. ?Purity made breakfast, bacon and eggs. She?s a pretty good cook? he said, Micky completely ignoring him after he said ?breakfast.? Micky wondered around, following his nose towards the food.

?Took your time? Purity said, greeting him as he wondered into the kitchen. ?Sleepy one have a nice dream?? she said in a patronising down, talking to him like he was a baby.

?Huh?? Micky said, still dazed and half asleep.

She clicked her fingers in front of him. ?Wake up!? she said at the same time.

Micky?s entire body shook in shock at the sound of her fingers clicking. ?Wha?? he said in shock.

?You have a nice dream?? she asked, giggling. ?Seems like you still having it? she continued, still giggling.

?No, I didn?t? he said seriously, breaking the ice and making Purity feel uncomfortable and guilty for laughing.

?Was it another?..? she trailed off, not wanting to say ?Another Stalker Dream.?

?I think so? Micky muttered.

?Sorry? she replied, coming to his side trying to comfort him. Micky wasn?t having any of it, darting out of her reach immediately. ?You hungry?? she asked, trying to the change the subject and feeling racked with guilt.

?Yeah? Micky mumbled.

?What do you want?? she asked, hoping to make up for her previous behaviour.

?What you got?? Micky mumbled back.

?French Toast, Bacon, Fired Egg and Sausage? she replied.

Micky couldn?t help but think ?someone really loves cooking? but replied with a less sarcastic ?I?ll have a bit of everything? feeling his stomach rumbling in excitement at what it was soon to be filed with.

?Ok, want anything to drink?? she asked, her back now turned to him as she started to put some food onto a plate for him.

?Don?t worry, I can make it myself? he replied in a hostile manner. He wondered over to the white fridge and took out a carton of orange juice. He started searching the cupboards for a glass but only found shattered glass.

?There?s no glass from yesterday? she said, holding the plate in hand, French toast on one side, bacon egg and sausage on the other. ?There?s a couple of cups in that cupboard that aren?t broken? she said pointing towards the cupboard next to the one Micky was searching in.

?Thanks? Micky muttered, both he and Purity could tell he didn?t mean it though, feeling a bit hurt by what happened before. Purity handed hi ma knife and folk with his plate and he wondered outside into the centre of Harville, eating on the long bench from yesterday?s meal.

?Pika-Pi? a whiny voice chanted. Micky?s worst enemy leapt onto the table of the bench and ran right up to his side. ?Pika?? he spoke cutely, tilting his head sideways at Micky.

?Hungry?? Micky asked, cutting up his sausage.

?Pi-Pi? he replied, nodding his cute little head. Micky put his folk out towards the rodent. As Pikachu went to bite it Micky immediately pulled it away and ate it.

 

[Onimusha]

Chap 23 Part 2 of 3

?Tough luck? Micky spat in despise of the electric mouse. He turned away from Pikachu, not wanting to see the annoyance on his face. Instead of whining, Pikachu took action, using his agility to dive across Micky?s plate, grabbing the French toast from the plate and running off out of Micky?s reach easily. ?You bastard, you better give that back? Micky shouted, rising from his seat and walking towards Pikachu. For every three steps Micky took ,Pikachu ran at least an extra ten feet away. ?Give it back? Micky said, using the ?gimme gimme? hand gesture. Pikachu just shook his head and ran off into the woods. ?****!? Micky spat loudly, walking back towards his food in disappointment. Micky finished off the rest of his food swiftly, expecting Kneazy or another Pokemon would pop up and steal the rest of it.

Micky wondered back into the house, grumpier than before after Pikachu?s thievery. He dumped the plate and cutlery into the sink and wondered into the living room. ?Get ready!? Karen shouted at him the moment he walked into the living room.

?For what?? Micky asked.

?I?ve got a Contest in an hour!? she shouted back at him.

?A what-what.?

?A Pokemon Contest, it?s like a Pokemon battle but your trying to impress people, not put your opponent unconscious? Purity explained.

?Oh yeah, we got hose back in Lilycove.?

?Well get ready then? Karen shouted at Micky, looking forward to it. This would be her first major Pokemon Contest and Pokemon Contest battling was in her blood. Her parents done it, her brother done it and so would she.

?After what happened yesterday, I doubt they?ll be doing it? Micky said, feeling like it was his duty to be the downer of the day.

?No, I called, they are doing it? Karen replied with glee, so hyper about it. Micky rolled his eyes and wondered upstairs to get his shoes, trainer card and Pokeball belt, just in case he ran into a trainer who wanted to challenge him.

When he returned he replied ?satisfied?? to her, arms out showing off his dressing.

?You?re wearing that?? she asked.

?Yes? he stated stubbornly so she knew he wasn?t going to change.

?Fine? she stated. ?You look like such a freak? she snapped at him.

?Wup-de-do? he replied rolling his finger in the air. ?Does it look like I care?? he spat sarcastically.

?Lay off him? Purity interrupted. ?If he wants to dress like a freak let him? she continued, giggling again, thinking a little light humour would mend the rift between Micky and her.

?Like you can say much? Micky huffed at Purity, looking at her clothes. She was wearing a black mini skirt and a no shoulder black top cut at the belly button and long black socks cutting at her knee. Her red thong was visible just above her waist at the skirt and she looked like a total **** with make up that matched the **** look, although after the edginess between them in the morning Micky thought she was one anyway.

?Ok, cut out the fighting, it?s really getting on my nerves? Trip shouted at the three of them, sitting in front of the wall watching the projected image of television on the wall with Kneazy sleeping on his lap like a cat.

?**** it, lets just go already? Micky spat in anger.

?We?re waiting for the taxi dip ****? Karen said in sarcasm.

?Whatever, your paying? he spat at her, slumping onto the couch next to Purity. Micky still had no idea of the reason for that nickname. Unless she was a goody-goody church girl when she was with her group of friends she looked like a total **** and probably was one. Micky realising he knew barely anything about her after knowing her for about a month.

?Nope, you are? she snapped back at him. Micky?s eyed widened before he realised she was joking. ?Got ya? she giggled, still behaving like a ten year old despite being thirteen.

?Whatever? Micky spat, arms crossed.

?Pika-Pi? Pikachu?s voice shouted not Micky?s ear behind him, making him jump from the sofa in shock. Karen, Purity and Pikachu erupted in laughter, Trip too busy watching some sort of Pokemon Battling show to notice. Pikachu walked along the shoulder of the sofa giggling in his little rodent voice. Micky wanted to strangle him but he knew he couldn?t do that in front of Karen and Purity, but he knew one day he?d get him.

?Why are you being extra annoying today?? Micky shouted.

?Pika Pika? he replied, probably ?Cos I feel like it.?

?You?re gonna get yours, I promise? Micky spat spitefully.

?No he aint? Karen giggled, dropping onto the couch where Micky once was and hugging her Pikachu.

Micky walked out of the house, leaving everyone in confusion about hwy he was so grumpy. He sat hugging his legs on the dusty pavement outside Marty?s house, just in front of the grass plain that lay in between the five houses of Harville. He brushed the mud coloured dust from his black trousers and let it rise before falling slowly. Every little detail of the day seeming like a tiny knife in his body. He felt so uneasy every since realising he had some tie with the Rayquaza incident. The only time he felt any form of comfort was when he was talking to Purity, but at this very moment he couldn?t help but get the thought of her being a total **** out of his mind.

?What?s wrong?? Purity asked, dropping next to him.

?Just so uneasy ever since seeing Rayquaza on the television? he replied.

She went to hug him at her side and this time Micky didn?t move, needing the comfort of feeling lie someone cared. ?Anyone would feel like that Micky. You bin through loads since I met you. A Scyther attacking you, being disowned by your father, getting your head bashed open and now this? she said, something about her voice comforting Micky.

?You left out what happened to you? he said, turning to her and smiling. She just smiled back, the smile on her face telling Micky it was all gonna be ok. ?Thanks? he said, feeling so much better after those few seconds speaking to her.

?Taxi?s here? she said, looking over to see a yellow vehicle marked with black paint wit ha little sign on it?s roof saying ?Yellow Cab.? The both of them rose to their feet, Purity shouting into the house for Trip and Karen.

****

It was a pretty boring journey to Rustboro. Basic stuff like ?How are you feeling? being said to Karen in regard to her first major contest. In a way, Micky could relate to how she felt, remembering his first gym battle, although it didn?t turn out quite how he?d hoped. He remembered the butterflies in his stomach, the chill in his spine and special feeling he got when he and his Pokemon were in the spotlight. He knew Karen would be having the same feelings but at least this time she?d have the three of them to cheer her on, something Micky didn?t have in his first battle.

They stepped out of the Taxi right next to the Contest hall, Karen paying quite a sum of money for the journey. The streets were still tattered, a clean up effort made the previous effort did not hide the broken windows on every home or clean the blood from the floors. The Contest Hall was pretty badly battered and nowhere near as large as the one in Lilycove. The windows were all broken but the glass had been cleaned away. There was a large crowd outside, people waiting for the contest to begin. There was a big outside saying ?Only Contest Entrants entering please? which explained the crowd. Probably wanting to get everything sorted out. It was still twenty minutes until the contest started but it was already crowded and busy as though it had already began. So much less organised than a Pokemon Gym Battle, although part of it was probably due to the happenings of yesterday. Trip Purity and Micky weren?t sure whether to enter with Karen but in the end they did, feeling they needed to support her every step of the way. They entered to find several contest trainers standing about with their Pokemon, giving them their final pep talks and a little petting and love. There was another Butterfree as well as other Pokemon including a pink kitten, a red and orange chick and a blue mouse with a rounded stomach that was most of it?s body, pale white on it?s front, sort of reminding Micky of a water-type Pikachu. Speaking of which, the annoying rodent was sat firmly on Karen?s shoulder, awaiting his first contest ever.

?Welcome, and you are?? someone at the front desk said to Karen, assuming she was the entrant.

?I?m Karen Parkerson? she replied.

The receptionist looked on his list before saying ?Ah, and you?re entering with Pikachu? he said, looking at the little yellow mouse that clung onto her side.

Karen and Pikachu replied ?Yeah? and ?Pika-pi? in unison, showing no sign of nervousness.

?And you three are?? the receptionist asked looking towards Micky, Trip and Purity.

?We?re with her? Purity replied on behalf of all three of them.

?Ah? he said. ?I was hoping you were new entries. We are short of many due to what happened yesterday. We need one more to even things out for the qualifying rounds. Would any of you care to volunteer?? he asked, hoping to sort out the problem.

?Sorry? Trip said. ?Not my style of battling? he continued.

?Same here? Purity said.

The receptionist now turned his attention to Micky who was in a realm of his own, paying attention to the blue Pikachu which he preferred way more than the Pikachu he knew, giving it lots of attention and tickling it?s belly. ?And you?? the receptionist shouted to Micky, gaining his attention.

?Huh?? Micky asked, completely ignorant of what was going on.

?He wants to know if your willing to enter the contest? Purity said.

?I?d be no good? he replied.

?So no different than any other Pokemon battle? Trip added sarcastically.

?Screw you Trip? he shouted back to him, the hostility building between them.

?It doesn?t matter, so long as you have a Pokemon and you can battle? he replied.

?Um? Micky thought for a moment. It would be a new experience, but in the end he declined, not wanting to make an *** of himself in front of a large crowd. The group of them hung around in the contest lounge, giving extra attention to Pikachu except Micky who was totally behind the blue Pikachu apparently known as ?Maril.?

Fifteen minutes passed and the receptionist started to get desperate. No one seemed to want to enter and he was starting to think he had to get rid of an entrant. Purity saw this and then looked at Micky. She knew his care for Pokemon was just as good as any co-ordinators so she wondered over to the receptionist and whispered a plan in his ear to get Micky to enter.

?Miss Parkerson? he said, calling over Karen who was oblivious to Purity?s plan.

?Yes?? she asked.

?I?m afraid that we have no final contestant and you being the last to sign in, I?m afraid we have to remove you from the contest? he said grudgingly.

Karen was almost about to break into tears and Micky saw this. ?Can?t you ask in the crowd?? she asked, stuttering in sadness.

?I?m afraid not, it?s too unprofessional and would make us seem disorganised? he replied. Micky was just thinking ?What an asshole in his head? before realising that if he entered that would even things up and Karen could stay in the contest.

It was probably the most selfless act he ever done but he fell right into Purity?s plan. ?Hey, contest dude? Micky shouted over to the receptionist.

?Yes?? he asked.

?If I enter, can she stay in?? he asked.

?Well yes but you said??

?Never mind what I said, I?ll enter? he stated interrupting him. Karen immediately hugged him, so happy that he would enter to keep her in the contest. Purity smirked, feeling like a genius at how easily she manipulated Micky.

?Great!? the receptionist said. ?Just fill it this form and your set? he said with glee in his voice.

Micky grabbed a pen and started filling it out. Then he noticed that part that said ?Pokemon.? he had no idea which to use. He knew there were five kinds of contest. Cool, Cute, Beauty, Tough and Smart, but he had no idea which type this was. ?Um, what type of contest is this?? he asked, feeling like an idiot.

?It?s a cute contest? Karen said, wanting to do whatever she could to help. Micky thought Cute and immediately thought this was a job for either Ponyta or Butterfree, but which one he wasn?t sure. Eventually ,he ended up flipping a coin, resulting in him choosing Ponyta. He wasn?t sure if she?d be well suited for the contest but he didn?t expect to make it through the first round, this was just so Karen could enter the contest.

?You will be battling Greg Taylor? the receptionist said to Micky.

?Hey, you?ll be battling me? a guy said behind him. He was about the same height as Micky with rugged black hair. Micky only just realised that he was the owner of the adorable Maril and any form of confidence he had before was shattered.

?Hi? Micky said, stuttering as his confidence went.

?Best of luck, I think it?s really admirable that your willing to enter this contest to help Your friend. I?ll try to go easy on you? he smirked, shaking Micky?s hand before walking over to pick up and hug his Maril.

Micky took a deep breath in before grabbing a Pokeball from his side and dropping it to his side. Out of it popped Scyther, bumping his head on the ceiling much to his dislike. ?Scy? he growled, blinking as he looked up and the ceiling.

?Oops? Micky said, withdrawing Scy again. His nerves were shaking, he was walking to his first contest unprepared and he couldn?t even grab the right Pokeball. He got it right the second time ,sending out his fire horse Strider. She was a cute Pokemon, probably able to win the judges favour with her looks, though in battle it would probably be a different matter. Micky gave her a little pep talk in her ear, explaining the situation. She seemed pretty eager to enter, way more confidence than Micky.

?Would all trainers make their way to the Contest main hall please? the receptionist shouted to all the trainers hanging about in the lounge.

?Good luck Micky? Purity said. ?We?ll be cheering for you? she said on behalf of Trip and Kneazy. She gave him a little good luck kiss on the cheek which totally confused Micky, but she knew what she was doing. He?d totally forgotten his anxieties about the Contest and she knew full well it would work that way, though Micky was still absolutely confused, having to be dragged by Karen through the pink doors that led to the main Contest Hall.

It was empty aside from the judges. Micky looked around. He was used to sitting in the crowd, watching in Lilycove. But he wasn?t used to being in this position, now the one who would be on the one foot high wooden stage. Preparing to battle was much different here. Trainers would all have their Pokemon by their side, listening to the judges. ?Welcome all!? the lead judge bellowed across the room. ?I?m afraid we are missing many more than we would have wished, due to yesterdays incident we will have a two minutes silence in respect for the many lost. I am assuming you all are familiar with the rules, from what I have read you have all entered a contest aside from Miss Parkerson? he said, picking out Karen from the crowd. The crowd hushed, Micky not sure why until he started hearing whispers about her parents, apparently ?Legendary Co-ordinators.?

?Um, I aint familiar with the rules? Micky said grudgingly, raising his hand in the air, but he?d rather look like an idiot in front of these guys than everyone when he got himself disqualified.

The receptionist wondered up to the judge and whispered in his ear, probably explaining the situation to him. ?Ah, I see. Well, we shall begin with the appeal stage where each trainer gets to make an appeal with a move of their choice. After that we shall begin the battling stage, are you familiar with the ?Cute Contest? battling style?? he asked.

?Sort of, you wanna look cute in front of the judge rather than beat your opponent into unconsciousness?? he asked, making sure he was right.

?Yes? the judge laughed. Micky figured this would come in handy, winning a judges favour by lacking any real contest battling talent would be pretty effective.

?I think I got it? Micky replied.

The judge walked from the podium, now heading over to the judges table. Micky nudged to Karen. ?What is it?? she whispered, feeling uncomfortable in the crowd of people who knew so much about her parents.

?What move should I appeal with, Strider doesn?t know anything? Micky whispered as he thought of the word to use for it, and then the obvious one came to his. ?She don?t know anything Cute? he finished.

?Can you get her to fall asleep on command?? she asked. Micky looked to Strider and immediately Strider dropped to the floor with her eyes closed.

?I think so, but how do I wake her up??? Micky asked.

?After ordering her to Rest give her this.? Karen presented Micky with a berry. It was pretty big, three inches in size, pointy at the top in a pale blue with a pale brown semi-circle at the bottom.

?Chesto Berry?? Micky asked, not totally sure about his berries.

?Yes, it?s juices will wake up any Pokemon or human for that matter in an instant? she said. Sounded like a good tool to use and Micky assumed it was legal if Karen offered it to him.

?Thanks? Micky whispered.

?No problem, you entered this contest so I don?t get kicked out, you deserve all the help you can get? she finished as all the trainers noticed the crowds coming into the stands.

****

There was a two minute silence before the Contest began. The appeal stage was done in groups of four, overall there were six groups of people, Mick being the twenty-forth entrant. He was relieved to know he wasn?t in the same group as Karen, not wanting to have to face her, although the other trainers would be just as tough, but at least there was no personal relationship between him and them and he could go all out. He was still grouped with the guy with the Maril, his name a distant memory already. He prepared to go, his group the fifth and final. Karen had done well in this stage, her Pikachu using a move called ?Attract? which picked her up an average of eight from the three judges. Micky hoped that this ?Resting? technique would work.

Out of the group of four he would be the third to appeal. The first to go was someone using a Pokemon called Volbeat, about two feet tall with a bee striped stomach of yellow and lavender. His head was shaped oddly, also lavender, with a scarf like head of red, twirls of antenna?s on his head and two black legs and two black arms with bee like see-through wings on his back. Fit the cute description in a way, appealing with a move called ?Water Pulse.? The move involved spraying water in a twirl above his head and letting it drop to his sides like a fountain for seven seconds before he stopped, wasting three seconds of his appeal time, but no one noticed and he got eight points, just like Karen did.

The second person to appeal was a female trainer, using some form of lobster. She was a blood red in shape with a light cr?me shelled stomach. Two tiny crab claws, the upper half red and the bottom half cr?me executed an attack called ?Bubble.? Out of both claws, as they opened, sprays of bubbles released, circling the Pokemon before popping in a spectacle of bubbles, overall earning seven points.

 

[Onimusha]

chap 23, part 3 of 3

?Strider, Rest!? Micky ordered. Strider dropped to her side and fell asleep in the cutest of positions, her entire body spread out and her mouth open, slowly breathing breath out. The crowd gave out an ?Aww? at this, looking so cute on the floor. Micky figured it was partially a pity vote and aided by the crowd adoration of Strider, but he got an eight and half, a huge confidence boost for him. He could hear Purity out there, cheering for Strider and getting the crowd cheering on Micky. Micky walked over and put the Chesto Berry in her mouth and she shot up awake.

The final move was done by the Maril, the circular mouse executing a move called ?Ocean Surf? which was similar to the Water fountain like ?Water pulse? aside from it ending in rain drops that smelt of the sea, overall getting seven putting Micky in the lead of his group, much to his surprise.

****

It was now battle time. Micky observed Karen?s battle very closely, Purity next to him as he leant against the spectator stands. It was interesting. One minute of sparring off moves to impress the judges, totally different to what Micky would normally do. Pikachu used moves that annoyed the opponent more than anything. Pikachu was up against a Pokemon known as Sandshrew. Another mouse like Pokemon, big blue eyes that showed nothing but focus, an entire body that looked like it was part of the desert. His stomach was pale white, turning into pale yellow with rough skin that would suit nicely for his natural terrain. It was patterned like many squares of yellow with black marked around it. On normal occasions, this Pokemon would dominate Pikachu in battle, being a ground type that had the advantage of being immune to electricity.

Sandshrew led with a move called ?Sand Attack.? Spitting sand from his mouth towards the rodent in an attempt to blind him. Pikachu was too fast for this kind of offence, leaping to his left and using a move called ?Double-Slap? which was pretty much a pathetic damaging attack, but it?s main focus was to annoy the opponent as well as look adorable in front of the crowd. Micky hated to admit it, but Pikachu did look sweet in front of them. Pikachu quite simply slapped Sandshrew?s left cheek with his right hand before slapping his right cheek with his open left hand, giggling as he did. Sandshrew?s trainer ordered him to retaliate with a mimic but he didn?t have time to slap back, Pikachu jumping behind him and pushing him forward to the floor face first. Karen?s orders were pretty effective, she knew what she was doing in her first contest. Pikachu started to celebrate, looking even cuter doing cartwheels and jumping around with his fist in triumph shouting stuff like ?Pika-Pika!?

?Sandshrew, Flail!? he ordered.

Sandshrew tried to execute the move but was stopped by Karen ordering ?Tail Whip.? Pikachu smacked his tail into Sandshrew?s side, knocking him off balance and easy target for another push, falling back to the ground. The time ran out, a loud beep indicating the end of the minute and Pikachu?s advance to the next round, earning nine point two points which on top of his original eight, put he and Karen on the top of his group whilst the Sandshrew received only four points which left him at the bottom of his group.

****

It was now the final battle of the group stages, the one that would determine who from group six would qualify to face the winner of group five. Micky was in the best position with the best amount of points. The first battle winner was the man with the Volbeat, overall earning six points. It wasn?t the most impressive of battles, the loser getting three points. All Micky had to do was get five and half or more points and beat this Maril trainer and he was through. Not a half bad tale to tell in the future that his first ever contest and he got through the group stages.

?Strider, Hypnosis!? Micky ordered on the moment the beep emitted. The latest move she had learned, at least according to Trip?s Pokedex. Micky was dying to try the move out and now he could try it out. Her eyes started to glow purple before she started to put the Aqua mouse to sleep.

Maril started to teeter from side to side at first, before realising he needed an order now. His trainer realised this to and gave an order immediately. ?Water gun!? he shouted to Maril. The circular blue mouse done just this, feeling a little off his head. He sprayed a blue spray into Strider?s face and the hypnosis stopped, the attack done huge damage to her, her fiery body cooling as she felt pain. Maril now had full control of his body, the tiredness stopping. ?Tail Whip? the trainer ordered to his Maril.

Strider got hit by the big ball on the springy tail of Maril, not doing an damage but distracting her enough to be hit by another Water Gun, this time knocking her to her side. Strider roared in pain and her eyes glazed over to her trainer, looking desperately at Micky for an order. ?Ember!? was the first thing to come to Micky?s mind, despite the fact that he knew it wouldn?t have much effect. The battle stopped being cute, from the moment hypnosis was attempted it became serious and using a fire attack at this time was not a smart idea. Strider done hat she was told despite knowing it was a stupid idea and with ease, Maril shrugged it off as though the three fire balls spat at him were rain drops. He retaliated with another water attack, this time the ?Ocean Surf? style attack, the salty smell a give away. Strider writhed in pain and Micky was tempted to withdraw her and throw in the towel but before he could, something strange happened.

As the water was spraying over her, her body began to glow so bright, the sheer size of the glow making Maril turn away and stop her spray. Slowly, the glow got bigger, and Micky realised it wasn?t the glow, it was Strider growing in size. Strider?s legs grew in size, longer and wider. Her body grew with it, under the glow it was visibly getting larger, becoming more of a horse shape. Still glowing, Strider rose to her feet, the glow grew once more, blinding Everyone for a moment as she stood before everyone in her new form.

She was no longer a tiny Pony, she was bigger than Micky, a true horse in size and a stallion at that. She stood at about six foot tall at her head. Her face looked less cute, more like a fighter. Her eyes had changed from a cute deep black to a sinister diamond red. Her head had grown a horn that lay just above her two eyes, cr?me in colour, just like the rest of her body, a unicorn like horn. Her ears insides were fiery red and the mane of fire had grown by much more, trailing behind her at about the same length as Micky?s hair ,but much thicker. Her tail was also longer, a much thicker blaze of fiery fur. Her ankles remained surrounded by small flames and her hooves had grown bigger, but still were black. She was proud of her new body, standing tall with her head up high. She was bigger than Maril in the first place, at least double his height, but now she was about three times taller and much more intimidating. With one hiss she made Maril fall backwards in fear. Maril ran away, hiding behind his trainer?s ankle.

The battle was over, the beep went off and signalled the end of the ?fight.? Micky walked over to his unicorn like Pokemon, stroking her new mane and tickling her under her chin. She was still the same Pokemon as before in her mind, loving the attention she received, only this time she was bigger than Micky, no longer the tiny little Pony that didn?t look able to do anything except spray flames and attack smaller opponents.

Micky looked at the score boards, both competitors received six points for the battle. Chances were that last moment evolution synched Micky and Strider many points, especially after Maril?s reaction. ?The judges have declared this match a draw, and due to the previous round, Micky and Strider move onto the next stage? the lead judge announced.

Micky?s mouth was opened in shock, but a smile started to form and he hugged his Pokemon by her neck. ?Hear that, we move on? he smiled to his Pokemon, so glad that his previous eight and a half points put him above he previous battles winner.

****

Micky couldn?t believe it and neither could Karen, Micky had made it to the second round of a Pokemon Contest. He only had to defeat this next trainer, come in second or first in the second appeal round and beat the final trainer and he would be the winner. These rounds would last two minutes and the final battle would be three minutes and Micky had high hopes of making it that far, already very proud of his and Strider?s accomplishments so far. He was still stunned in awe of her new form, obsessing over the little changes. She didn?t look that different, she was a lot bigger and she had intimidating eyes but even the little things like her the larger size of the flames or the unicorn appearance that her new horn gave her. Still, he had to pay attention to the first of the qualifier contest battles, Karen and the ever annoying Chu-Toy against some guy called Frederick or something like that and his Delcatty, a cat-like Pokemon that walked elegantly almost as if she owned everywhere she moved. Her fur was cr?me and smooth, around her head she had purple that looked so unnatural, almost like a helmet, although it was part of her body, surrounding her ears making them grab more attention than her cute little cat face.

?Pi ka Pi ka? Pikachu chanted continually, already acting all ?Cute? in front of everyone. Delcatty didn?t take to kindly to this, growling with her teeth gritted in an attempt to intimidate Pikachu which came to no avail, if anything making her seem a lot less cute.

The beep sounded and Frederick immediately began his orders, beginning with ?Sing? as the first order. Well, the move sounded cute enough, but the effect wasn?t. The song was beautifully sung but had one very bad effect. It was so harmonic that everyone?s eyes started to falter and eventually close. It was only by luck that Pikachu punched Delcatty in her jaw whilst she sung that everyone shot back awake, although some had already been soothed into sleep. ?Tickle! Frederick ordered, one of the few able to stay conscious in the arena.

?Double-Slap!? Karen ordered to Pikachu. The rodent done as he was told, despite the fact that Delcatty was tickling him under his arms. He couldn?t help giggling as he tried to slap Delcatty, missing one of his slaps through the laughter.

?Now, Covet!? Frederick ordered once more.

?Quick Attack!? Karen ordered. As Delcatty went to knock Pikachu with her right fore leg, Pikachu dodged and ended up right behind his opponent and tackled her from behind. The technique looked cooler rather than cute but either way, it impressed the audience and the judges as well as giving Pikachu the upper hand, allowing him to use ?Thunder Wave.? Out of his two rosy red cheeks charged blue sparks, eventually sending a wave of sparks into Delcatty which stunned her for at least thirty seconds, passing much of the time of the battle as Pikachu celebrated, showboating and chanted ?Pi Ka? over and over, winning over more points until the beep finally sounded. The judges ruling in favour of Pikachu obviously.

Micky realised this wouldn?t be too tough. The first contest battle he had to win and earn points, though this time all he needed to do was win the fight, and with a new strong Pokemon like what trip?s Pokedex referred to as ?Rapidash? Micky figured this would be easy going. During the second battle, Micky paid practically no attention to the second battle, busy checking out her moves on Trip?s muted Pokedex.

Ember, Flame Wheel, Hypnosis, Horn Attack, Take Down, Rest, Tackle, Solarbeam

Micky smirked as he saw Solarbeam listed, the Pokedex reader her mind and deciding that the move she had learned was good enough to classify as Solarbeam. The battle seemed to be pretty good, bringing ?Os? and ?Ahs? from the crowd, but Micky had no care, he was focused on his next battle. The winner was eventually an owner of a Combusken, the same kind of Pokemon that Flannery had used as her final choice that got his *** kicked by Micky?s Nincada. His next battle was against a Poochyena, a Pokemon Shane used in Micky?s first ever battle, and just like then, Micky was confident Strider would make it two for two in her streak against Poochyenas.

Micky walked onto the main stage with pure confidence, Strider in her new form by his side with just as much. He couldn?t believe it, but he was getting hugely passionate about Contests. He never looked at them like he did now. At first, back at Lilycove, he?d watch all these obsessive trainers walking in, all covered in make up and their Pokemon all changed to look the role, and it was impressive and dazzling, but it all looked so phoney. The battles were about appearance, not about winning, and that?s what turned him away. But now, now he was very into it all and all prepared. He had to impress the judges but he figured by making his opponent Poochyena look bad. All the Pokemon were still intimidated by this new Pokemon ?Rapidash.? Poochyena was shaking as he made his way onto the main stage but was reassured by his trainer who stood his ground, not letting a sign of fear show through his cold stare.

The beep sounded and Micky ordered Strider to lead with an ember. The three fire balls missed their target, the Poochyena dodging but this wasn?t going to break Micky?s confidence in any way. ?Nice try, Flame Wheel now!? Micky ordered. Strider moved herself into a standing position of intimidation, as her body stood on her back legs two balls of fire emitted from her two front ankles, leaving trails of burnt wood as the rolled forward and hit Poochyena in the side before galloping horn first at the poor dog, sending him flying off the stage before his trainer even got to give one order.

The crowd didn?t take to kindly to this performance, too vicious for the performance someone in a ?Cute? Contest was giving. Micky gave the birdie to the crowd, his middle finger stuck right up and that was it. The judge wasn?t having any of this kind of behaviour from a competitor in a contest. He signalled for the beep to emit earlier than normal and announced Micky?s disqualification, his behaviour to the crowd to unprofessional. Micky gave the middle finger to the judge and with a smirk on his face the security appeared. ?I?ll make my own way out? Micky spat at them, nudging his head to Strider to make them back away. The security officers were always prepared for something like this, releasing Pokeballs from their belt. Out of Each Pokeball came the four armed muscular being ?Machamp.? Micky had encountered one in Koga?s possession, those these one?s he had no intention of befriending. Seeing the odds were uneven, Micky grabbed a Pokeball from his side, releasing the already enraged Scy. The six Machamps backed away immediately. Just like Cleopatra, Scy could set a thousand ships, probably never to return out of fear of him and he sure as **** could make four Machamps back away. ?Exactly? Micky spat to the security guards. ?Now are you gonna let me make my own way out or not?? Micky asked sarcastically and rhetorically. The guards and their Machamps split into two sides and Micky made his way towards the door, the fans booing him as he did. Strider led him to the door whilst Scy hissed from behind.

Purity and Trip had no idea what to do. On one hand there was Micky with Scy and Strider by his side quite capable of anything at the time but on the other hand Karen needed their support. Purity looked to Karen and in Karen?s eyes she could tell she was saying ?go stop him before he does something stupid.? She tapped Trip on the shoulder and he knew what decision she had made and Kneazy by his side, headed for the entrance of the Contest Hall. She burst out to find Micky sitting on the steps of the Contest Halls entrance, his Pokemon withdrawn to the confides of their Pokeballs that sat on his belt. Purity was the first to make her way to Micky, leading with ?You gonna be ok?? as her first words.

Micky let out a small ?humph? of breath before saying ?never again.?

?Never again what?? she asked.

?Am I ever entering a contest, homo-sexual **** heads? he spat in distain of the crowd.

She laughed a little bit before saying ?You?re probably banned from ever entering another Contest Hall now.?

?Oh well? he laughed. ?Wonder how Karen?s doing?? he said.

?Guess we?ll have to wait and find out? Trip interrupted, his first words to Micky since he began the contest.

It took about ten minutes for Karen to come out, head down in shame. ?I got second? she huffed, disappointed at the fact she hadn?t won.

?That?s still good? Purity said, hugging her friend by the side. The little electric rodent was by her side, just as disappointed with a silver medal around his neck, the string of the medal coloured brown, the traditional colour of Rustboro.

?Yeah, you done better than me? Micky laughed.

?What the **** was up with that by the way?? she asked.

?They booed me, I birdied them, simple? Micky laughed.

?You see the way those security guards reacted?? she asked, laughing her head off at their cowardice.

?Yeah? he laughed with her. ?Scy, the Pokemon that can wet a thousand pants? he laughed, the intimidating power of his murderous Pokemon.

They calmed down a bit, still laughing about the happening of the contests at Marty?s food stand. He loved the idea of what happened, Scy?s intimidation power, Micky?s one finger salute to everyone and the fact that Karen came second, her efforts paying off nicely, though not as nicely as she would have wished. The thing that bugged Micky the most was he entered because of Purity?s manipulation, although it was for good, Micky had a laugh and most importantly, he gained a valuable improvement to his first Pokemon. He knew considering the way the day had started it was turning out rather brightly and on that thought he began to eat his lunch.

?Sometimes I remember the darkness of my past, Bringing back these memories I wish I didn't have. Sometimes I think of letting go and never looking back? - Easier to Run, Linkin Park

Well, a somewhat surprising Chapter even for me. Initially I was expecting to get the contest and a gym battle in *and evolve Scy* but when I got to the 5th page I jus thought ?this won?t work.? In basics, an odd chapter and way too long for my liking but i had to finish the contest no matter how long it took. Somewhat depressive lyrics at the end but they were the best suited as far as I could think *the 1st in ages not with Metallica in it, OMG the world is ending again :p* Anyhow, the previous chapter was hard to follow up so this was the best I could do. On another note, I injured my hand punching the wall, I don?t think it?s that serious, I have broken one of the knuckles but I can still type ok-ish, so it won?t effect how quick I pour the chapters out which is what YOU the reader care about.

 

[Onimusha]

Chap 24, Part 1 of 2

Chapter 24: Re-Match in Rustboro

?Somehow it always seems that I'm dreaming of something I can never be? - A.D.I.D.A.S, KoRn.

Trip, Micky, Karen and Purity wondered through the Rustboro Shopping Mall. It was nothing compared to Lilycove?s, still huge though. Four levels of all sorts of stores, ranging from clothes stores, take away restaurants but most importantly to Micky, Pokemon Stores. Before they?d even been walking for a minute, Micky had already ran off, a large red and white sign saying ?PokeMasters? Micky dashed off, trainer card in hand ready to spend as much as it took to get him fully loaded with Pokemon related items. Purity pushed Trip in the back and he knew she was ordering him to go with him and make sure he didn?t do something stupid like buy a Magikarp, which many unsuspecting trainers have done in the past, including herself, except it was a Feebas she bought. However, like she said, the ugliest and most useless of Pokemon can become the greatest.

The moment Micky stepped through the doors he was bewildered by all sorts of useful items. Micky jumped up to take a look at the signs. There were ten aisles. The first sign to catch Micky?s attention was ?Pokemon Pleasers.? What it was exactly was a mystery to Micky, but he was about to find out. He started to make his way in between the shelves. A few people were crowding the aisle, looking at the shelves. There was one big box of ?Poke block Cases? next to ?Berry Blenders.? On the opposite shelf were ?Massage Cases? and ?Massage Oils.? Everything in this section seemed to expensive, some of the ?Massage Oils? costing one thousand dollars. Micky shook his head in disappointment, not intending to spend all his money on something so simple.

Trip popped up behind him asking ?Found anything good?? Micky shook his head as a reply wandering out of the ?Pokemon Pleasers? aisle and into the ?Pokeballs? aisle. He wasn?t sure why he bothered to. He was already set for Pokeballs, still having two more in his bag alongside his Golden ?Premier? Ball that he?d won a while ago in this city, still, there were some interesting Pokeballs here along side the normal red and white orbs. The normal Pokeballs cost one hundred dollars a piece or four hundred and fifty for a pack of six, however there were other options. Micky looked around at the many choices. A ?Great Ball? as it was called. The semi-sphere at the bottom was white just like any other Pokeball however the upper semi-sphere was blue, however, one halo stuck out on the upper semi-sphere, blood red in colour, probably some form of a grip, selling for three hundred dollars and not looking interesting enough for Micky to buy, although they did attract Trip?s attention, taking three of these Pokeballs and purchasing them at the counter whilst Micky looked around some more.

Micky?s attention eventually became fixated on something. In front of him, encased in glass boxes and selling for about one thousand dollars a piece were ?Evolution Stones.? He read their description on the label beneath.

Evolution Stones, essential for the evolution of certain Pokemon. By simply coming into contact with an evolution stone, certain Pokemon can evolve into better forms and these are the only way to evolve them.

Seemed simple enough, but which ones to get was what Micky was wondering. Their were six in front of him, all beautiful stones and all probably capable of serving a purpose. The first was the ?Fire Stone.? Encased inside it?s glass box, shaped smoothly. Much of it?s shape was a see-through amber-like solid. Like the mosquito found trapped in amber, this stone had red flame shape within itself. Next to it, also encased inside a glass box was the ?Leaf Stone.? It was a grassy green rock with a dark green leaf engraved on it?s surface. Next to this one was the ?Thunder Stone.? Another smooth amber-like rock, only this one was green in colour and much like the ?Fire Stone? it held a symbol within, this one a lightning bolt. The beside that was a ?Water Stone.? Another see-through smooth rock, ocean blue in colour with water droplet symbols of sea blue within it?s centre. They all seemed like attractive items but which to have bothered Micky. He eventually caved into his greed and grabbed one of each despite the cost. Trip hadn?t served his purpose in coming with Micky to the shop, Micky grabbing items which he didn?t even know how to use and in his naivety, believed they would be of immediate use to him.

He approached the counter, the four glass boxes being carried one atop the other in Micky?s arms delicately. ?Whoa? the man at the till exclaimed, amazed at how much this kid was buying. ?That?s a lot of stuff? he continued.

?Well, they all looked so tempting? Micky said, almost like he was trying to explain a crime.

?Well, that will be four thousand please? the man at the till said to Micky. Micky handed over his trainer card but before swiping it through his machine, he had to ask Micky one more thing. ?Would you care to purchase the rare and elusive Sun and Moon Stones?? he asked, using words that made them sound well worth Micky while.

?I didn?t see them on the shelves? Micky said, feeling like he had missed something.

?We keep them in the safe out back? he said.

?How much for?? Micky asked, eager to purchase them as well, thinking these stones would be able to evolve all his Pokemon to more powerful forms.

?They normal sell for about five thousand a piece? he replied.

?Oh? Micky said, disappointed that he wouldn?t be able to obtain these ?elusive? stones.

?However? he continued, feeling that the amount this kid was buying a cut in the price was perfectly acceptable. ?Since you have been spending so much, I think I can give you a discount? he said, Micky?s face turning from a frown to a smile. ?I?ll sell them both to you for six thousand? he said.

Micky couldn?t resist, an over all save of four thousand dollars. ?Ok? Micky replied with a huge smile. ?I?ll take them.? The man disappeared, returning in a mute with two golden boxes, opening them to show Micky the two expensive stones. The ?Moon Stone? wasn?t smooth at all, shaped like a rough oval or an odd shaped potato. It?s colour was a silver grey, looking mysterious and attractive. The other, the ?Sun Stone?, was shaped like the sun, an orange and golden brown in colour. The centre was twirled like it were a fossil whilst the outside was golden brown with flaky flames like the sun.

?Be very careful with them, they are very valuable and very sensitive? he said, almost as if he would spit on the other stones when he saw those two. He swiped Micky?s card and when it was returned he could feel it was ten grand lighter, slightly below fifteen grand left on there. Still, he was pleased with his purchases and received a free ?PokeMasters? backpack with his purchase to place his stones in. He had them removed from their boxes and wrapped in protective foil before leaving, Trip asking him what he had bought when he returned from the shelves, a shocked expression on his face when he found out how much Micky had spent. They had to call Purity?s phone from Trip?s Pokenav before they could find them, searching up and down the lower two levels before finding out they were in the clothes store at the top level.

Micky had the new backpack slung over his left shoulder, the stones weighing more than they?re cost, Micky having to put a lot of effort into staying standing. They made their way through the crowd and into the store known as ?The Gap?, searching high and low for Purity and Karen, eventually Micky sensing Chu-Toy?s presence that they found their way, Karen admiring shirt and Purity checking out some swimsuits which Micky knew she would definitely look hot in. Micky was greeted by Pikachu barking ?Pika? at him with the purpose of annoyance. Purity held the bikini top in front of her chest and asked ?What you think?? to Micky which was a pretty pointless, even she knew full well he?d say ?looks great? even if he didn?t think that just because it was polite to say so.

?What did you buy?? Karen asked, putting down the top deciding it was out of her price range.

?Evolution Stones? Micky stated with a smirk on his face.

Purity?s eyes opened wide in surprise. She knew how expensive those were and she was shocked someone as new to Pokemon as Micky would want to buy something which he probably had no idea how to use. ?Which one?s did you buy?? she asked.

?Um, what were they called again?? Micky asked, already forgetting there very basic names.

?Just show them to us? Karen interrupted. Micky slung his backpack to the floor slowly and undone it, pulling out the evolution stones one by one to show to his friends. He unwrapped them one by one, Fire Stone first and Sun Stone last. Pikachu approached them out of curiosity, sniffing each of them and he immediately triggered the thunder stone. Both the Thunder stone and Pikachu began to glow and Micky dreaded to accept what was just about to happen. Pikachu?s shape started to change in the blinding light. His body grew to double his original height, so still only two feet tall and way below Micky?s height. His body grew more a lot wider though, a lot more fat forming on him. His tail went from a short thunderbolt to a long string-like mouse tail, tipped at the end with a small Z-like lightning bolt.

The blinding white light finally stopped and Karen stared in shock at the change her cute Pikachu had taken. His fur had completely changed, now a tanned orange with a white stomach. He still had short arms, tipped at their ends with dark brown boxing glove-like fists. His back was still marked, three tiger stripes of dark brown above his long, thin dark brown mouse tail that was tipped with a yellow lightning bolt. His feet were tiny compared to his body, tanned yellow like the rest of his fur but tipped at the toes with dark brown fur. He still lacked a neck, just a slight curve change as his face began, still having the same face shape aside from the new tanned brown colour and yellow circles around his cheeks where there used to be rosy red. His ears were hugely different, curled as they stuck to his head, tipped at their tops, dark brown on the outside, electric yellow on the inside.

Chu-Toy looked at his new body in surprise, looking under each tiny arm and looking to his toes before trying to look at his back, failing to see it all properly, although he saw his new tail and admired it very much. ?Pikachu?? Karen said, still shocked at the change. Micky looked at the Thunder Stone. It was still like green amber, however, the thunder symbol that once lay inside it was no longer there, just an abyss of see-through green.

?That bastard broke my Thunder Stone? Micky spat in anger, still a little shocked. ?You asshole, that cost a grand? Micky spat again. Chu-Toy could sense Micky was about to charge after him and he already began running. Micky leapt to his feet and began to charge after him. It was a difficult chase, Chu-Toy being half Micky?s size and able to dive through the people in the aisles whilst Micky had to push and shove. The new Chu-Toy dove through a clothes rack, gaining a five metre or so distance from Micky whilst he tried to transverse the aisles and clothes racks to get closer to the larger rodent, however he got him cornered by the dressing rooms. He was still the same idiotic rodent and walked into the dressing rooms and was trapped by Micky. Micky started to make his way to the dressing rooms and Chu-Toy realising he was trapped, locked himself in one of the seven private dressing rooms. Micky stormed into the dressing room, looking around seeing no sign of Chu-Toy and he knew he was hiding in one of those rooms.

Micky walked to the nearest one, pulling it open swiftly and finding it empty. The way he moved, it was almost like he was a horror movie killer stalking the final victim. He opened the second room, another one empty. Chu-Toy was all huddled up, feeling like he was gonna wet himself in suspense and fear. It wasn?t his fault that he evolved, it was an accident and he didn?t want to evolve and now he?d be lucky to live to the next day, Micky hunting him with all the fury in the world and little Chu-Toy only able to release weak electric jolts on him which wouldn?t stop him from beating the **** out of him. Micky dragged open the third door and he was met with a shock.

?What you doing asshole?? a women screamed at him, throwing a high-heeled shoe at his chest to get him to get away. She looked somewhat familiar to Micky but the way she was screaming at him he had no time to put his finger on who she was. She slammed the door shut as Micky backed away, his mindset totally off of the new Chu-Toy.

?I?m sorry? Micky shouted looking upwards, trying to get his words to go over the door.

?What the **** were you doing perv?? she shouted back at him enraged by his actions.

?There?s an evolved Pikachu that I?m chasing after? Micky shouted back to her.

?Well he?s not in here? she replied. ?And it?s called a Raichu? she said. Chu-Toy over heard this and realised that was what he?d be referred to now, no longer ?cute little Pikachu? but ?big bad Raichu? he thought to himself.

?Well, he stole my stone and I?m mad at him? Micky shouted. ?Sorry to intrude on your privacy? he said, real heart in his apology.

Micky saw a security officer making his way into the dressing rooms and he realised that this wasn?t going to have a pretty ending. ?Is everything ok in here?? he asked in a stern tough voice.

?Yes officer, everything is fine? Micky replied in a hope to make him leave.

?I wasn?t asking you. Ma?am, is everything ok?? he asked, shouting at the door. The door slowly opened and the lady who was inside made her way out.

?Yes everything is fine officer? she said. ?Thank you for your concern? she replied, speaking in a very posh voice and entirely coherently to make it seem like nothing had happened. As much as she didn?t like the situation, she didn?t want to see some boy getting dragged off to a police station for something that was clearly an accident and felt no need for that to happen.

?Ok ma?am? the officer replied. ?But I?m watching you? he growled, pointing his finger at Micky sternly.

When the officer had left Micky said ?Yo didn?t have to do that? appreciatively.

?I?m a forgiving person? the women replied.

Micky started to recognise her. Her hair was done up in two bunches and tied with pink ribbons that went nicely with her black hair and her face was pretty, still youthful and looking like someone in her early twenties. ?Wait? Micky said. ?You?re Roxanne aren?t you?? Micky said, finally, remembering who she was, the first trainer to beat him.

?Yeah? she giggled, almost like nothing had happened before, Micky lucky that she almost entirely dressed when he saw her otherwise she would have made a much bigger deal out of the matter.

?I?ve been meaning to sign up for another gym battle. You beat me before? Micky said. ?I?m Micky Hardy? he said, shaking her hand.

?Oh yeah, you?re friend, um?? she thought.

?Purity? Micky interrupted.

?Yeah, she came by, I?m ?spose to call her when i see you, she?s worried about you? she said.

?I know, already met up with her, she?s somewhere in this store? Micky replied.

?Oh, good? she replied.

?Let me guess, you want to ask for a battle?? she asked, guessing they were Micky?s intentions, in returning to Rustboro.

?If you wouldn?t mind? Micky said with a hopeful look in his eye. ?I improved a lot since we last met, I have two badges now? he said, hoping somehow his improvement would encourage her to battle him.

?Well done? she giggled, clearly not giving a **** how much he?d improved.

?So, when can I battle you?? Micky asked, hoping it was some time soon.

?If you come by the gym later on you can find out, I dunno these things off by heart? she said. ?Good luck with your training and probably see you later? she said, carrying a bag with some clothes inside it away.

As she left, Micky rose to his feet, his door to door search over and he was now going to simply ask where Chu-Toy was. ?Ok Rodent? Micky shouted. ?Come out, I aint gonna hurt you? Micky said, sincerity in his voice.

 

[Onimusha]

part 2 of 2

Eventually, the newly evolved ?Raichu? finally made his way out of the door, apology and a sad expression on his face. Micky huffed and muttered ?Come on? before leading the large rodent out of the dressing room. It took the ma while to find Karen and the rest of the group, all of them, especially Karen, frantically searching for the two of them before Micky unleashed his anger on the Rodent. Karen hugged her new rodent has he went running to his trainer for comfort after the shock of change. ?One grand down? he muttered to Trip in distain, taking his bag of stones back from him.

****

It was a very expensive day for the group of them. Purity bought some new clothes as well as Karen, Trip done pretty much nothing except say ?Ooh, look at that? and ?I could really use something like that.? Micky was grumpy the entire time, still annoyed about spending a grand on a stone that evolved the most annoying thing in his life, though he was thankful that Roxanne was very forgiving and he could probably get another shot at the Stone Badge. Micky insisted on them going to Rustboro Gym, intent on beating Roxanne. The group seemed fine with it, the new ?Raichu? not having the guts to argue with someone who he?d just screwed out of a grand.

It wasn?t crowded at all, not a single person inside the gym, not even a receptionist. With nothing else to do the group made their way into the gym battle arena. Micky had his Pokemon belt at the ready, memorising where his newly evolved Strider was, defiantly his first choice Pokemon if he could get a battle now. Roxanne was there, surrounded by Pokemon, all of them looking to be of the rock-type. He recognised most of them. The two armed boulder ?Geodude? that kicked his *** last time he battled, the evolution of Geodude known as ?Graveler? and the evolution of Graveler known as ?Golem.? There was also a Pokemon he didn?t recognise, standing at about seven feet tall was a Pokemon new to Micky. It was a giant stone statue, standing on two rock legs that looked like the wooden legs you?d find on old sailors. His entire body was smooth and sea blue, almost like he was carved like a relic and painted by an artist. His eyes were practically invisible, two indents in his rocky form that were two black eyes, the sort of colour you?d find on someone who?d been in a very vicious fight. The one feature that stood out on this creature was his nose. A giant pink-red colour, shaped like a human nose but much bigger, at least three times bigger than a human nose, although aside from the legs at the bottom of this creature he looked like one giant face, aside from two tiny arms that rolled at the side of his head.

?Um, you told me to come by if I wanted to battle? Micky shouted, drawing Roxanne?s attention.

?Oh, yeah?um, sorry about there being no receptionist, she?s busy with her parents, they are injured? she said grudgingly.

?Take it there?s no battles today then?? Micky said in a disappointed voice.

Roxanne thought for a moment, mostly seeing Micky?s disappointment and yet the same determination to be the best that she had around his age. She couldn?t resist saying ?Well, I could do a short one on one battle now if you wanted.?

?Are you serious?? Micky asked, his face lighting up with joy.

?Yeah? she said. ?Assuming your ready? she continued.

?Who would referee?? Micky asked.

?I think one of your friends could count to ten? she replied.

Micky looked at them and couldn?t resist saying ?I don?t think any of them can count to five, let alone ten.?

Raichu giggled and Purity also seemed to find it funny, though Trip didn?t seem to like it and took offence saying ?I?ll ref it!?

?Well great, take a spot over there? Roxanne said, pointing Micky to the challengers position, a least one hundred metres away from Roxanne?s spot. Micky had Strider?s ball in his grip, just dying for Trip to say the word ?Begin.?

?Are you ready?? Roxanne shouted across to Micky.

?Yeah!? he shouted back, Pokeball now in his hand and waiting to be released to the floor.

?Challenger, are you ready?? Trip asked, acting like a professional referee. Micky nodded in reply and he turned to Roxanne. ?Gym Leader, are you ready?? he asked.

?You bet? she replied.

?Begin!? he shouted loudly. Immediately, Micky threw his Pokeball forward, out of the red blur formed his freshly evolved Strider. Roxanne pointed her finger to Geodude, feeling despite Micky?s advancement from being a newbie trainer that he was still no match for her Geodude. The double armed boulder curled herself into a ball and rolled forward like a soccer ball kicked by a professional, moving swiftly for a rock. Strider showed no sign of being impressed by this, hissing at the rock as she awaited an order.

?Solarbeam!? was Micky?s first order, knowing this move would tear a hole through the rock if it hit.

Roxanne laughed and ordered ?Rock Throw!?

Micky didn?t know why she laughed until he saw why. Strider?s horn started to glow as she took in as much sunlight as she could, but when she fired the beam it was barely visible, looking like a string of green light that barely tapped Geodude. ?There?s not enough light in here? Purity shouted as an explanation. Geodude retaliated with her order, smashing her muscular rock fist to the ground to send rocks into the air before slamming them towards her foe. The first rock Strider dodged however the second one hit her in the left fore leg as she tried to avoid it. She fell to the ground and became a sitting duck for the third and forth rocks.

Geodude looked towards her trainer for another order. Roxanne gave her what she wanted and ordered ?Magnitude.?

?Ember? Micky cried to his Rapidash, trying to encourage her Pokemon to fight on. The fire-horse kicked the rocks off of her, not willing to go down yet. She rose to her feet just as Geodude executed her move, throwing herself at least six feet into the air and slamming hard into the ground in a ball shape. The ground shook as the battlefield cracked from Geodude towards Strider. She dove out of the way as the ground where she once was exploded in a spectacle of broken rocks. She done what she was ordered, spraying three fire balls at once at her foe that look so small compared to her. Geodude took the hit like it were a pat on the back, not even clenching her eyes shut as the fire balls exploded on her face.

?It?s not very effective on rock types? Purity shouted to Micky as advice.

?****e!? Micky shouted back. ?Um, Double Kick!? Micky ordered, thinking quickly back to her Pokedex moves. Strider ran towards Geodude, only twenty or so metres in distance between them when she was caught totally off guard. Without an order, Geodude leapt off of the ground using her tremendous arm strength and grabbed Strider by the neck, dragging her to the floor in a painful hold. Her entire weight kept the fire-horse on the floor, choking the life out of her as her arms wrapped tightly around her throat, her rock-like body scraping along Strider?s fiery neck. Despite the heat that Strider?s flaming mane gave off, Geodude held her position, inflicting way more pain on her foe than she was receiving. Strider tried to roar in pain but was cut off by the hold tightening. ?Strider, roll out of it? Micky ordered desperately. She wasn?t escaping that Submission hold with ease.

?Just give it up, she aint gonna escape? Roxanne shouted at Micky.

?Strider, get to your feet with Geodude around your neck? Micky ordered. Strider looked at Micky like he was insane as she put herself in more pain looking her trainer in his eyes. But she could see he had a plan and started to do what he said, despite the huge weight bringing her neck down. In pain, the unicorn made it to her feet and awaited an order, praying it would be quick. ?Now, kick Geodude with your legs? Micky ordered, seeing Geodude hanging just in front of her two forelegs. Strider down as she was told, kicking twice with her right hoof first before following it up with a kick from her left. Geodude was clearly showing pain from this attack which struck Micky as odd, figuring that rocks would be tough enough to endure this kind of damage, however, Geodude was starting to show signs of give. Her grip around Strider?s neck slowly dropping with each kick until she finally began to fall, getting caught by Strider?s right fore foot and sent flying over the battlefield and landing almost into Roxanne, only a metre or two away from her. It was the most amazing kick Micky had ever seen and Strider wasn?t done, running in Geodude?s direction to continue the punishment.

?Horn Attack!? Micky shouted to Strider. As she ran she ducked her head down, her horn shining a blinding white like the light during her evolution. She sped to Geodude so fast and Micky was nerved with anticipation, dying to see how much damage this would do to his foe. Geodude lay there, looking directly at Strider before shocking Everyone in the room. She slammed her fist down to the ground hard. Crack lines formed in a rugged line as the went towards Strider. The attack was aimed a little off target but Geodude managed to trip her as she went falling neck first to the ground, a circle of the battlefield exploding behind her as chunks of rock fell everywhere, Micky recognising this attack as ?Earthquake?, and a powerful one at that. Strider lay writhing on the floor, a huge piece of the battlefield holding her down.

Trip proceeded with the count, both Micky and Roxanne looking shocked at Geodude?s attack. Micky was already running around the battlefield, trying to reach Strider, shouting stuff like ?Get up!? to his Pokemon in desperation, seeing the tables turning on him. Trip had reached a count of seven by the time Micky had made it near to Strider, running like an Olympic athlete, powered by desperation. Strider was barely able to blink, the fall when she tripped taking a lot of strength out of her and the impact from the chunk of battlefield crashing on her had put her out of action for the rest of the battle as Trip finally counted off to ten. Upon hearing ten, Micky leapt onto the broken battlefield, trying to help Strider, getting at the rock in an attempt to move it. Geodude, being a professional Pokemon helped Micky and her opponent out, dragging herself over to Strider and lifting the rock off of Strider, despite it being at least eight times larger than her. She easily threw it to her side on Micky?s behalf giving Micky the chance to help his Pokemon up. Grudgingly, Micky withdrew Strider to her Pokeball, dropping his head to the dusty floor in disappointment.

?Don?t worry? Roxanne said to Micky. ?You?ll find about one in five hundred trainers actually beat gym leaders, you?ve nothing to be ashamed of? she said, patting Micky on his back. Micky shook his head with gritted teeth feeling like a total failure. He eventually rose to his feet and looked at Roxanne as if to say ?I just don?t get it.? He got to his feet, shaking her hand as he went in an attempt to look professional.

Micky exited the gym, his three companions and Raichu following behind him as he went towards the Rustboro Pokemon Centre. Purity was trying to convince Micky that it wasn?t that bad but Micky wasn?t listening to anything she said, disappointment draining the blood from his face so that all you could see was the paleness of his mind. Micky dropped off Strider?s Pokeball in the Pokemon Centre, not saying any more than ?Ok.? His Pokemon looked to have pretty serious injuries, the nurse replying that it would be at least eight days until he could retrieve Strider back at full form. The day suddenly started to drop downhill for him, the moment Geodude released his final attack signifying the vertical drop of his happiness. Micky was crushed, he really thought he was a good enough trainer to defeat Roxanne but he clearly wasn?t, making costly mistakes throughout the match that no good trainer would make, from not realising the lack of sunlight for his Pokemon?s Solarbeam to ordering a fire attack on a rock type Pokemon, totally unprofessional and senseless, even desperate in it?s own way. Trip was no longer mocking and vengeful, he didn?t take Micky?s cocky insult at the beginning of the match to well but it would be going too far to mock Micky in the state he was in. The only person disappointed in his performance was himself but he didn?t see that, even Roxanne was impressed with the battle, he began with more than an experience disadvantage, Strider the fire type being hugely weak to Geodude the rock type, not to mention the fact that this was Strider?s second battle of the day and her first battle in her new unicorn body.

?Micky, snap out of it!? Karen shouted at him, snapping her fingers in front of his face. He stopped in his stride and growled an evil glare into her face. She froze in her tracks, seeing he was in no mood for orders, even if they were for his own good.

?I need some time on my own, I?ll see you back at the house later on? Micky spat, frown all over his face and a soulless look in his eyes that froze the hearts of anyone who looked into them. He wandered off alone away from the group, Trip wanting to chase him but stopped by Purity, knowing that in a mood like this only bad could come of company.

****

Micky had wondered through Rustboro for an hour, bumping shoulder first into anyone who got into his way, his mind elsewhere and his body like a zombie, no mind or soul, simply trying to escape. He?d reached the northern mountains of Rustboro, finally finding his mind. Up there in the mountains was where his soul was, his body at first glance of it proceeding to climb up the steep cliff face to the mountain above. His flesh tore on sharp rocks as his body grabbed at any kind of grip it could find, the blood that was spilt merely grip in his mindless body. He was in a world of his own, and this was where he was most vulnerable. Micky?s mind and soul were like a ghost of himself, gazing over at the peaceful ocean that lay west of the northern Rustboro mountains, the water route that led to the Kanto Region. Micky?s body finally made it up the mountain, clambering towards it?s see-through white image of itself. Slowly, he walked into place and let his body redefine who controlled it. Micky fell to the floor as both soul and body connected, rising up to find his hands coated in a thick layer of blood and his body tattered and torn. His trail of thought was gone, whatever he?d been thinking as his body wandered through Rustboro remained a mystery and what his soul had thought was just the same.

Micky started to wipe his hands on his shirt, staining his white fishnet shirt with red hand prints. ?You should be more careful? a dark voice hissed. Micky shot around immediately, his focus drawn to the mysterious voice, but the identity of the speaker no longer remained mystery. Micky recognised him immediately, even in new attire.

?You bastard!? Micky spat aggressively. Standing before him, still almost seven feet in height, hidden in a silver hockey mask and a huge black cloak was his nightmare. The one who came of Micky at night, day, sleep and wake for reasons that had yet to unfold before Micky. ?Why the **** are you here? Micky growled, Scy?s Pokeball firmly gripped in his hand, ready to yank from his belt and throw to the floor.

?You should know my friend? he hissed back.

?I am not your friend? Micky spat, almost ready to cry from locking up his anger inside, his body begging him to release every ounce of hate onto this person.

?That has yet to be seen? he laughed like a maniac.

Micky had had enough. He threw Scy?s Pokeball to the ground and in an explosion of red light formed the giant mantis. ?Scy, Slash him!? Micky ordered, pointing his finger directly at the cloaked man. Scy looked in the direction Micky?s finger pointed then looked back at Micky as if to say ?Is this some kind of joke?? ?Scy!? Micky shouted again, wondering why his Pokemon hadn?t accepted his order.

The cloaked person rose his left hand and tapped Scy?s Pokeball on Scy?s head, withdrawing Micky?s Pokemon. ?He can?t see me, in fact, no one can, I?m all in your head? he laughed.

?Bu-Bu? Micky stuttered, trying to say ?But you smashed my head open.?

?But I cracked your head open? he said. ?No no, you cracked your head open, I just controlled what you saw, felt and done? he muttered, explaining some of what happened.

?But, there was someone else? Micky said, actually having a real conversation with something that said he was all in Micky?s mind.

?Ah of course. The one and only Necromancer and his psychic companion, the powerful ghost, Poltergeist? he laughed, speaking of them like they were gods. ?Yes, the one and only saw me, his mind twisted enough to see me.?

?So why the **** you do this huh?? Micky asked in anger.

?Why do I do what?? he replied, obviously understanding the question.

?Why have you been attacking me since I met Purity. Why? First you save me from Scy, then you attack me in my sleep, then you attack me in my consciousness, it doesn?t make sense? Micky shouted, almost about to burst into tears of frustration.

He laughed, loving to see all this hate cause Micky to suffer, not a single shred of pity shown for the boy.

?Not only do I not know the answer, I DON?T EVEN KNOW WHAT THE QUESTION IS!? - My World, Metallica.

Well, a confusing chapter, officially going to make this 1 day span over 3 chapters. Another evolution, another battle and another visit from big bad Rage. A somewhat enjoyable chapter to write. This broken hand if anything has improved my writing, giving me more determination.

 

[Onimusha]

Chapter 25: The World Shaken Again.

?Realized I can never win, Sometimes I feel like I have failed, Inside where do I begin, My mind is laughing at me? - Did My Time, KoRn.

?Do ya think Micky is ok?? Purity asked in a worried tone. They had all returned immediately, not wanting to miss Micky at all.

?Come on, he has a Scyther with him and a Rapidash, he won?t have any problems, I?m worried about the people he runs into? Trip replied, not worried at all about Micky?s condition.

?I suppose you?re right? she giggled, picturing Micky and Scyther beating the **** out of every police officer in Rustboro.

?Seriously, just watch the television? Trip said, watching the World Pokemon Federation, looking forward to the Pokemon International One Hundred, quite possibly the biggest Pokemon trainer event ever, and he had one year to prepare. His entry form was already entered along with hundreds of other trainers, Purity still had two more badges to obtain and a year to do that. The Knuckle Badge of Dewford Island Gym and the Mind Badge of Mossdeep City Gym. She also had high hopes that Micky could get all this done as well, but she wasn?t positive that Micky could even obtain all eight badges, let alone prepare himself for the kind of battles they hold at events of this nature, the slightest slip up would get exposed and broken open, nothing like the battles he was used to. The only reason he could beat the current gym leaders was because they weren?t using their top teams, required to use lower level Pokemon depending on a trainers progress.

?Ok? she said, dropping down to watch the amazing battles that these top class trainers would put on.

****

Micky was still face to face with the masked man that haunted his dreams, both of them staring each other down, the masked man clearly winning, not a trace of fear in his body. He?d yet to give Micky a reason for his actions in since Micky had asked. Micky?s question remaining unanswered in the minute after he had asked. It took Micky that full minute to realise that if this masked man wasn?t real ,then he could simply walk away. ?Yo dude, if you?re not real then I can just walk away? Micky said cockily, making his way towards the path leading down the hill.

?Too Too Cocky? he laughed insanely, putting his right hand out and dragging Micky through the air and in front of Micky.

?Hey, you asshole? Micky spat.

?Watch your mouth? he growled, shutting Micky?s mouth with his psychic powers.

Micky tried mumbling ?Let me go **** head? but he failed to. Now he reverted to basic human self-defence instincts, kicking a guy in the nuts. The cloaked mans mental powers fell apart as he grabbed his downstairs genitalia. Micky swung his right fist into the silver mask as hard as he could. The mask cracked in five different ways from the centre of Micky?s punch, his fist going numb through pain as one of his knuckles dislocated through the force of fist on mask. He tried to moan in pain but the cloaked man retaliated, rolling his hands before releasing the palm of his hand forward towards Micky?s chest, sending him flying back, his back scraping along the rough ground, ripping through the thin netting of his fishnet shirt.

?Bad move Kid, very bad move!? the cloaked man growled at Micky, walking towards Micky, waving his hand over his face just once, mending the silver mask in the moment it was hidden from Micky?s sight. He used his left hand to lift Micky back up from the ground and put him level with him, both heads directly face to face with Micky?s feet dangling a foot over the ground. With one straight jab forward, the cloaked man slammed his fist into Micky?s stomach and let him drop knee first to the floor as he gripped his winded stomach.

Micky lay on the ground accidentally in a bowing position from where he gripped both his right hand and stomach. ?Yes, Bow to me? the cloaked man growled in a sinister voice.

?**** you!? Micky spat back, punching his foe in the genitals, striking him hard again. He proceeded to grab himself in pain again but with ease he healed his pain with his hands as he punched Micky in the face, drawing blood from his mouth as he fell sideways to the ground, his neck twisting so hard that he lost all consciousness immediately. Behind the silver mask of the cloaked man he smiled, tapping Micky?s head with his foot as a way of effectively spitting on him. He walked away, diving off of the cliff face of the mountain, disappearing into the water and never surfacing.

****

Micky slowly made his way back to his feet, a little dazed and feeling pain all over his face. He tried to use his right hand to push himself up but fell back down from the shock of it. His hand hurt with each movement he made with it and he started to realise that what he thought was his imagination must have happened. His jaw felt bruised at it?s left side from the punch he?d received and his stomach and chest felt like a cane had lashed them, still leaving Micky winded. He made it to his feet with his left hand, ripping his torn fishnet shirt from his body as he gripped his hand. The knuckles of his ring and middle finger couldn?t be seen, all inward with a thick layer of bruised skin above them. He was pretty sure they were broken, barely able to move his ring and middle finger?s along his right hand. He shielded the wound behind his left arm as he found his evolution stone bag. He released Scy from his belt and told her ?I need to get to Harville, think you can do it?? He nodded and Micky slowly clambered stomach first onto her, gripping her around the neck with his left arm.

Micky gripped around his neck as hard as he could as he flew at about thirty miles an hour, bouncing along the downhill path. The made their way along the outside of Rustboro, slinking passed through the forests, the branches of the trees slapping on the skin of both Micky and his Pokemon, ripping small tears into the tough scales of Scy and the soft flesh Micky. It was at least a two hour journey, Micky feeling faint with a dry throat from the dizziness, his body still trembling. Scy could feel it along his neck, down his back to the tip of his tail, it was a horrible feeling, knowing the person that he battled for was injured badly, spitting blood out of his mouth, probably having a tooth out of place from such a hard punch to his side. Micky dropped from his mantis, falling hard on his back rather than landing on his feet.

He withdrew his Pokemon and stumbled towards the door, the night already putting a purple veil over the sky with loads of stars twinkling light to the ground below as Micky knocked on Marty?s door with his left fist. He fell through the door as soon as it opened, crumbling into Trip and falling to his feet. ?****!? he shouted.

?What!? Karen shouted, running to the door, screaming as she saw Micky laying there. Micky couldn?t tell how badly battered his face was, cuts and bruises all over it alongside his bleeding knuckles and shattered look that covered his face. He groaned as he heard the scream, trying to bring himself to his feet with Trip?s aid, hurting his hand further as he lifted him by his right arm. Micky was dropped onto a chair. Marty had only just left the kitchen, Purity miles ahead of him, the two of them working on dinner in the kitchen.

?What happened to him?? Purity shouted at Trip.

?I dunno, he just came in like this? he replied shrugging his shoulders.

She grabbed Micky by the chin, making him look her in the eyes. ?Micky, who done this to you?? she asked.

?That guy? he mumbled.

?What guy?? she asked. Micky just looked back and in his eyes she could tell he was saying ?the same guy who busted my head.? ?Quick!? she said in hysterics. ?Call the hospital? she replied.

?There?s no point, its just my hand? Micky said, lifting his wounded hand up. ?The rest is barely anything? Micky muttered, remembering the previous day and it?s results, his injuries nothing in comparison. ?Just get a bandage or something? Micky mumbled, wanting to fall asleep, the fight with the cloaked man draining him of all his energy. Purity pulled his right arm to the side as Marty started to encase it with a bandage. Trip ran to get some ice and Karen tried to talk to Micky and pull him out of the parallel dimension he was slipping into, his focus elsewhere yet again.

The newly evolved Raichu snapped Micky out of it, giving him a small shock in his leg that jolted him upright in shock, slamming his hand into the arm of the chair, ready to tear Chu-Toy to pieces. The sheer force of his collision with the chair stopped him, but he couldn?t help but hiss at the rodent, kicking him to one side as he disappeared off up the stairs in pure anger. Purity wanted to follow but she knew not to, figuring if she turned up with food it might ease him into calming down, at least around her.

Marty and her finished off cooking, making a vegetable stir fry with rice. She walked up the stairs, T.V tray in hand to check on Micky. He was sitting there, looking up at the darkened sky, staring at the twinkling stars, looking like he was asking the question ?Why me?? Above his head danced the floating candles, their waving flames the only light on at the rooftop. Purity put the T.V tray on the ground and took a place next to Micky like she always did when she felt he needed to talk. ?What?? Micky grunted in a bitter spit from his dried throat. His mind was so set on hate that his natural instincts told him to choke her until she collapsed to the floor lifeless, but he held back his sick urges with all his strength.

?I brought you some food? she whispered softly. ?You must be hungry? she commented, seeing how dried his lips were.

?So what if I am?? Micky asked, not a single sign of gratitude.

?Then you should eat? she smiled, bringing the food over to him. ?Come on? she said, nudging his shoulder. ?It took me and Marty ages to make, the least you could do is try it.? Micky looked into those eyes and caved in with ease, her emotional blackmail so effective. Micky took a bite, adjusting to using his left hand for eating. He didn?t want to show it but he loved the food they?d made and he had no choice to but to show it. ?You like it then?? Purity asked, smiling because she already knew the answer.

?It?s ok? Micky muttered, still not in the mood to be nice.

?I?ll be right back? she replied, wandering back down stairs to get her food. Micky burned a slice of cooked lettuce in their flames to feed them. Micky continued to eat, glad he only needed a folk since there was no meat to cut. Purity and Micky just ate in silence, Purity smiling as she did, knowing with each second he got calmer.

When he was finally finished she asked ?Want more?? Micky nodded, still not wanting to talk unless there was no other way. She still could tell he was almost ready to talk, no longer looking as scary as a dragon, more like a small boy hiding in a tiny hole. When she returned, Micky dug into the food again, still using the food in his mouth as an excuse not to discuss the matter with his friend, despite how inevitable he knew it was.

He?d eaten at least three servings of her and Marty?s food before finally giving up on using it as an excuse not to speak, his stomach feeling like it would explode. His new excuse was ?I need a bath.? Still, Purity new this was just stalling for time and she helped him remove the bandage and got him a towel, striding along confidently to the living room knowing it was only a matter of time before Micky became an open book. She was almost positive she could solve Micky?s problem, or at least help.

On the television, the image directed to the wall which gave off a blurred image of the original, there was nothing on ?The Pokemon Channel? in the advert breaks except adverts for the one hundredth Pokemon International. Trip?s Kneazy looking ecstatic about it, the first of these tournaments that she would have a chance of competing in. Purity had high hopes for it as well, it was the talk of every Pokemon Centre, every Pokemon Trainer and every region, the Super bowl of Pokemon training where legends are made. Karen showed no interest in it however, not interested in that style of battling, preferring her contest battling and wishing there was an event of that calibre for contest trainers, the trouble was that it was only a big thing in Hoenn, all the other regions seemed to show no interest in it.

Pokemon Championship Battling, the P.C.B was being televised, until an interruption happened. ?We excuse you for interrupting your programming but we have breaking news. The Pokemon referred to as ?Rayquaza? who stormed Pacifidlog Town and caused havoc all over the world has been sighted by a hiker, leaving the legendary mountains north of Tri Island. He is heading towards the Johto region and mass evacuations have already begun. We shall bring you more soon? a female reported said.

?Um, should we, uh, erm? Karen said, trying to say ?This must have interest to Micky.?

?I get the feeling he already knows? Purity said in reference to what has been happening in the passed few days.

Micky didn?t know for sure but sitting in that tub he could only hear things that he thought were just his thoughts. In his mind was ?Guess what?s happening now? from the sick voice of the one he hated and the breaker of his hand.

?Your death?? Micky muttered to himself.

?Death has something to do with it? he chuckled evilly. ?Maybe you should check the television!?

?Why?? Micky asked uncomfortably.

?I don?t give answers? he replied.

Micky rose out of the bath, quickly wrapping a towel around his waist and below. He ran out of the bathroom and shouted ?What?s happening on television?? desperately, fearing that what Nightmare had said was in fact a lie.

Karen looked at Purity as if to say ?How?d you know he knew?? before saying ?Rayquaza has risen again, why did you ask?? with a worried look on her face.

?****!? Micky spat with aggression and worry, knowing for sure he had some role to play now. He was worried that this role was to be one of Rayquaza?s victims. ?Why not?? Micky thought. ?My mother was killed, maybe he wants to finish the rest of my family.? He rushed up the stairs, water staining everywhere he walked as he shook his soaking head trying to convince himself that this wasn?t happening.

Purity followed behind quickly, her arm grabbed by Trip who said ?give him a minute to get dressed.? He had a point, as little as Purity liked it.

The reports interrupted the battle again, this time a video one. On camera were people near the ?Tin Tower? of Ecruteak City, gathering there in hope that another mythical spirit would rise and protect them, the Rainbow Pokemon, seen by few but the protector of many. It was known well for the most common Legendary Pokemon to leave it?s home, last sighted twelve years ago when it shot down the helicopter of an escaping Team Cipher Leader in the Oore Region. Now they hoped to see him again as the green snake-like creature got ever closer to Ecruteak City. The people?s hopes started to rise, from the roof of the decrepit burn scarred building that was the tin tower started a rainbow. Red, Blue, Yellow, Orange, Purple, all of them, pouring out of the tin tower. Slowly, all the colours started to change. Every light that lit the worried streets of Ecruteak shut off, every television stopped, every source of power left and the city turned to dark. Now everyone?s eyes were on the changing rainbow, going from all blue, to all red, to all purple, ever changing in it?s colour. Rayquaza?s figure closed in and the black shadow became the only thing people could see in the dim. The people of Ecruteak watched as Rayquaza made circles around the twin tower, dropping ever closer to the ground before he actually game to ground level. The camera looked directly at him, the first true image of his face. He didn?t take too kindly to this and sped right at the camera as the television screen turned to static in Marty?s home, a shocked silence falling over everyone in the house for the moment that the entire world stopped in fear.

?Is that the moon? Or just another light that lights this dead-end street? Is that you there? Or Just another demon that I meet?? - The House that Jack Built, Metallica

Well, you?re probs gonna have a go at me for adding another legend to this fic but with the world nearing it?s end, don?t you think it?s necessary for the legends to rise? I started to lose interest in this chapter, dunno why. Anyhow, added the current event in my life, breaking my knuckle. Replaced the wall with Rage?s Silver mask and I figured Micky needs to have a thought of name for Rage so I chose Nightmare. To put it pretty simple, a rather average/below average chapter but meh, is building up to something?

 

[Shiny May]

hey micky !!
nice chaps I've told you before what I think about them and I stil feel the same and give Karen a bit more airing time !!!!!! :D I deserve better then that :D

 

[Onimusha]

:p. It's hard, you have yet to find a huge role to play, a bit liek Trip, I was kinda sent offcourse when we got rid of Mark *for being a Jackass IRL*

So far I foudn roles for most others

Marty: New father figure
Purity: Temptress, eventually hsi heartbreaker
Peter: Best mare, drops in a lot *my future artist*
Necromancer: Protector, sort of rival
Shane: Rival

With Trip he is sort of Peter's rival but Peter needs but with Karen, well, it's just contests and she has not much else to do *not exactly a temptress, more like a sister to Purity* I need to find her a proper role i nthe fic, it was hard to sldie her when her brother was kicked out.

 

[Onimusha]

Chapter 26: A Legendary Battle

?I?m always Ready to die but you?re killing me - Metabolic, Slipknot

Micky had only dressed his legs in his red and black trousers when he stopped. He could feel it tingling all over his skin, the candles could as well, it was something not normal. The candles sensed it to, their flames going out in fear. The wind started blowing hard, almost like a helicopter were about to land in front of Micky. His wet hair zoomed behind him, the moisture sliding off of each strand, the moisture on his body soaring up his neck and face until the wind finally stopped, a dark shadow surrounded by an aurora of smoky purple gas formed in front of him, his body shaking in the chilling cold as he was wrecked by fear. He put his broken right hand out of reach as he clenched the left one, ready to take on Nightmare once more. As the figure formed, he realised he wasn?t Nightmare at all, though it wasn?t like it was someone he wanted to see anyway.

The shadow split into two, on one side, a lumpy see-through purple body formed, two alert red eyes staring into Micky?s soul, a long tongue salivating at the thought of eating it. The pointy ears sense the fear and the evil shiny white teeth showed in his smile, the veer famous Poltergeist holding his special Urn in hand stood by his master, the seven foot tall Necromancer, still dressed like a dead cowboy in his black leather trousers, black tank top, black leather trench coat and black Undertaker hat. ?What the **** are you doing here?? Micky spat.

?Because you need me? he spat back, wiping his hand over his black moustache and beard standing out over his pale ghost-white skin.

?I need nothing from you? Micky replied defiantly.

?You know you do? he said back. Micky hated to admit it, but if Nightmare?s words were true he did, if he could see Nightmare and make him leave then he would be the most useful bodyguard available.

?And so what if I do?? Micky growled, locking eyes with Poltergeist for a long enough moment for his spine to be chilled as he felt the life inside him get re-arranged. Neither of the two wanted to show any sign of weakness.

?Then maybe we can catch this guy? he replied.

?What the **** are you on about?? Micky growled.

?This guy seems very keen on finding you? Necromancer started to explain. ?And both me and you know he has something to do with Rayquaza.?

?So what if we do?? Micky growled aggressively.

?Then maybe we can stop Rayquaza?? he said mysteriously. Either way, Micky couldn?t argue, they owed it to the world and if Necromancer?s assumption of Nightmare had some sort of connection with Rayquaza, stopping him may stop the vicious dragon.

****

People ran screaming as Rayquaza bore blue flames to the ground and surrounding buildings. With each spray the concrete and bricks would explode, any one caught by the blast would be instantly injured if not killed, the force of the bricks like cannon fire. Within a mile radius of the Tin Tower bodies lay like it were a battle field. The rainbow had finally stopped switching colour and from the corner of his eye, the giant beats Rayquaza caught a glimpse of this, his attention immediately drawn away from the masses. Every gasped as nothing but light shined into the sky from the Tin Tower, turning the dark coated sky into an eerie twilight noon.

Slowly, from within the light wings started to rise. The wings must have been at least ten feet in length and two feet high each, the first sight of them revealing golden red thick feathers, as more of it was revealed, about halfway down each two foot high wing it changed about halfway down, thick emerald green feathers glittering in the moonlight that still shined through the artificial noon. A head started to reveal itself slowly, even Rayquaza stared in awe like the crowd. A rooster like head rose through the artificial light that he gave off. She had a long rooster red neck, just before it reached the head a ring of emerald gold wrapped around her neck beneath the thin pointed head. Her face was also rooster red with a beak of gold and a tuff of feathers upon the roof of her head, also of beautiful gold. Her two eyes were huge, diamond red in the centre, surrounded by egg white, black around the actual eye like mascara. It was a dramatic moment for Everyone watching as she finally began to leave her home, however instead of flying out, people took cover as they saw the tin tower start to glow, white beams of light shooting out from the cracks as they knew what was about to happen. The huge tower, almost like a skyscraper, exploded in multiple directions, the rocks knocking down buildings and people alike, however they also effected the floating Rayquaza, knocking him to the floor, the hardest hit he?d ever taken in his life.

People started to rise from their shields as the rocks cleared, standing up to gaze once more at the beautiful Ho-oh. At her neck her body cut off into white, rounded like a plump chicken, two big thin chicken like legs sticking out from beneath her, black in colour and sharp at the toes. She had a huge peacock like tail with golden feathers. She went to roar, opening her enormous beak to give a huge cry the could be heard worldwide before gazing eye to eye with Rayquaza.

****

?What in the **** was that?? Micky spat, rising up and uncovering his ears from the thick cry that reminded him of the screech that Rayquaza gave off.

?Ho-oh? Necromancer said.

?What?? Micky spat in confusion.

?Ho-oh has risen from the Tin Tower? he repeated but in more detail.

?Who or what is Ho-oh?? Micky asked.

?The Rainbow Pokemon? he said in a stale tone, although it beat the Pokedex?s voice. ?Last seen twelve years ago in the Oore region. She has risen again to battle with Rayquaza and drive him from Ecruteak.? Micky couldn?t help but look at Poltergeist, guessing this is who he was getting the information from. The blinding light flashed from the Johto region, sending Micky covering himself again, however Necromancer and Poltergeist stood their ground. Micky was sick of Necromancer?s chilling company and flicked open the trap door that led back down the stairs.

?Are you ok?? Purity shouted, realising something stopped him from fully getting dressed.

?What?s happening at Johto?? he asked desperately, hoping that Necromancer was wrong, one legendary creature flying around was bad enough, another really wouldn?t help.

?Reports are saying Ho-oh has broke out of the tin tower and is fighting with Rayquaza in the sky.? Micky?s jaw dropped, two overly powerful creatures duelling in the sky.

?Micky?? Karen said in worry, seeing the life draining from Micky?s face. ?Say something? she ordered, snapping her fingers in front of his face.

?Oh god? Micky mumbled, realising Necromancer was right.

?What? What is it?? Karen asked. Marty was already getting the bandage ready as well as a pack of ice, half expecting Micky to faint. Trip really wasn?t that bothered however, sitting on the chair watching the reports.

?Necromancer?s upstairs? he groaned.

?Necromancer?? Trip said shooting up from his seat, now totally interested. He practically praised Necromancer, he was his favourite Pokemon Trainer, having style, talent and power. ?The Necromancer?? he asked.

?We met him about a week ago? Purity said, seating Micky on the couch.

?Can I go??? Trip asked.

Karen immediately cut him off saying ?No!?

?Why not?? Trip asked in a whinge, wanting to see the legend in person.

?Because I said so? she said.

****

Ho-oh and Rayquaza fought in the air space of Ecruteak City, only a thousand feet or so above the ground. The people below could see flames being sprayed back and forth. Ho-oh?s flames, known as the ?Sacred Fire? were a powerful red, almost like they were the flames of the sun itself. Rayquaza?s flames known as ?Dragon Breath? were a sky blue, shimmering like sun on water. The artificial noon that Ho-oh had created was gone, it was now a twilight display of power and speed. It was impossible to tell who was doing better in the fight, not a single flame hitting either Pokemon. Rayquaza shot up higher, his speed advantage very Ho-oh very clear, however it wasn?t game over for Ho-oh yet, not even close. She shot up with her foe and continued to duel with him into the night sky, their shadows only visible in the moonlight until eventually they were no longer visible. People waited for at least half an hour before finally leaving, now determined to help the others.

****

Marty re-wrapped Micky?s hand in the bandage as he sat, trip whining to Micky about not getting to see Necromancer, Karen and Purity trying to help Micky, but right at that moment, all he wanted was to be alone. His crowded feeling was made larger by Necromancer?s presence, slowly the trap door opened and the legend himself made his way down the steps, Poltergeist floating behind him. ?Oh my god!? Trip exclaimed seeing his favourite trainer in front of him. ?It really is you? he said. He went to run up to him but Micky grabbed him by the leg with his left hand to stop him, knowing Necromancer wasn?t one for fans jumping up and down in front of him.

?How is he doing?? Necromancer asked.

?How did you get in here?? Marty asked, feeling his house was at risk to burglars and unwelcome intruders like Necromancer himself.

?He teleported in? Micky stated.

?Why are you here?? Purity hissed, still not forgiving Necromancer for not warning the group of the murderous ghosts.

?Because of Micky. He is my bait for catching who he calls ?Nightmare?? he replied bluntly.

?You?re using him as bait?? Purity shouted, wanting to punch the man.

?He would have been attacked him anyway, I am simply trying to stop this ?Nightmare? person.?

?You?re sick? Purity spat.

?We all have opinions? he replied, approaching Micky. ?How are you doing?? he said, patting Micky?s shoulder in his tough grip.

?I?m fine? Micky growled through his gritted teeth.

?Good Good? he replied.

?Where are you staying?? Marty asked, not too keen on having this man in his house.

?I?ll sleep outside? he said.

?Ok? Marty replied rudely, not offering his home to the likes of Necromancer.

?You must be feeling tired!? Micky said, more as an order of ?**** off now? rather than a caring thought.

?Yes, I must!? he hissed, walking towards the door. Trip didn?t want to see him go but he knew Micky wasn?t letting them two communicate. Necromancer walked out the door, much to Trip?s dismay however it was a huge relief for everyone else. Micky returned upstairs, Purity sensing now was the time to talk to him. Trip started to discuss with Karen the reasons for the group not liking Necromancer with Marty.

Upstairs, Micky started to put on a black t-shirt before sliding on his long black spider-web wristband over his taped hand. ?Are you ok?? Purity asked.

?I?m being attacked by a cloaked guy and then that jackass shows up? Micky groaned. ?Why would I be ok??

?Sorry, it was a stupid question? Purity apologised, putting her left arm around his shoulder and sitting next to him. ?I?m just worried about you? she sympathetically.

?I know? Micky said, leaning his head on hers. ?I just dunno what to do? Micky continued.

?Well, you know I?m willing to help you with anything? she stated.

Micky smiled, feeling cared for replying with ?I know.?

?You ready to tell me what happened yet?? she asked. ?Or do you still want to??

Micky huffed before saying ?I guess you deserve to know? grudgingly. ?I?m not sure who he is? Micky explained. ?He says he?s not real when I see him, just that when I think he?s there he?s tricking me and controlling me. I?m not sure I totally believe that though? Micky said.

?Where does he fit into all this?? she asked, nudging her head towards the wilderness where Necromancer was wondering.

?According to this guy who?s attacking me, he saved me when my head was being battered.? Purity didn?t know whether she wanted to believe this or not. She did want to believe there was some good behind his cold stare but she wasn?t sure she could believe that, not after what happened in Grave Mansion. ?You know, I?m tired? Micky said, lying but feeling an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach, almost like there were butterflies puking inside his stomach, his throat felt like a horde of crickets were rushing through it and his temples were pounding. He was worried this was ?Nightmare?s? work or even Poltergeist?s, but he blamed it on the amount of food he ate in his mind, not wanting to accept that it could be something else. He slumped himself onto his hammock, saying goodnight to Purity. She said her goodnights back, sliding Micky?s blanket over his back before walking off, leaving Micky alone and thinking.

****

 

[Onimusha]

In the nights sky, Ho-oh and Rayquaza continued to fight, soaring through the clouds like two kids playing tag, only this was a much faster and more vicious game of tag where one wrong move could send one of the competitors falling to the ground and to their deaths. The purple glow the starry night gave was lighted up every few seconds by the sprays of the Sacred Fire and Dragon Breath Flamethrowers shooting back and forth between the two of them, the occasional slow in pace from the leader so that he or she may end up behind their opponent and may get the sight advantage. This fight didn?t look like it was going to have a finish anytime soon, all that was clear was anyone who got caught in the middle would have a hard time getting out of the middle.

****

Since Necromancer?s arrival, Micky had yet to have a bad dream involving ?Nightmare?, the presence of Poltergeist and him seeming to scare ?Nightmare? away. Micky was actually able to rise out of the hammock without his heart racing and his face dripping with sweat. They?d spent the past three days in Harville, Marty taking a day off alongside his weekend, Marty eventually accepting Necromancer, although Purity and Karen still held their grudge against him, Micky however took no side, just enjoying not having another injury on his already badly wounded body. He?d arranged a final re-match with Roxanne at the end of the week and was just counting down the days. No word of Ho-oh and Rayquaza?s location had been heard, however Rayquaza had yet to return to his Lair in the Legendary Mountains and Ho-oh had yet to return to the remains of the Tin Tower. Worrying speculations had began, maybe they had decided to work together against the world, or maybe Ho-oh was dying and Rayquaza had one last blow to deal before returning to what he was doing.

Necromancer shared a breakfast with the group, Kneazy, Raichu and Poltergeist sharing a little table and eating their own meals, Raichu too scared to steal anything off of Micky?s plate, however he feared Necromancer even more, at least Micky showed emotions such as anger, hate and disgust that would at least give Raichu half a chance of a warning. With Necromancer, he hid all his emotions under that blank stare, his tone of voice never changing and the loudness of his words barely changing in volume. Everyone feared him though, or at least that?s the vibe that Raichu got, but he was wrong and both Necromancer and Poltergeist knew it. Purity no longer felt any fear of him, she only felt distain for him, not trusting a word that left his mouth. Micky also didn?t fear him, what Raichu assumed was fear was in fact respect. Micky respected him as a trainer, as a protector, but most importantly, as a person. Micky was the one who knew what happened to him, and he was amazed how he managed to go on without killing himself, but he still did not like the chill in the air whenever he was around.

?Blu! Blu!? a voice chanted from above. Upon Micky?s head landed a Pokemon new to him. It was a tiny thing, about the size of a pidgin. She had a plump body like one but her much smoother feathers, all of them the same colour of sky blue. Her wings were like two one foot long cotton clouds. Her beak was like that of a pidgin small a pokey, grey in colour just like her two tiny feet. She had one tail feather, thick and stern, sticking out of her behind. Her head was connected to her body without a neck, flatly rounded at the roof. At the top of her smooth her was one stalk like feather, split in two at the end, draping down like leaves from the stalk that lay above her head.

?Get off!? Micky shouted, slapping her off his head. The Pokemon pecked his hand, feeling she had to defend herself from Micky, enraging him as he shot to his feet and by instinct went for his Pokeball belt with his broken right hand, hurting it again.

?Aww? Karen said, thinking the Pokemon was so cute. ?Here? she said in an adoring tone, holding out some food in her hand. The cute little Pokemon floated over to her and started pecking food from her hand. ?And what are you called?? Karen asked the little bird who was too busy pecking food from her hand to give her Another look.

Swablu - The Cotton Bird Pokemon. Swablu has light and fluffy wings that are like cottony clouds. This Pokemon is not frightened of people. It lands on the heads of people and sits there like a cotton-fluff hat.

Trip put away the Pokedex after Micky gave him a cold stare, the stale voice the most annoying thing he could think of, except of course, Raichu. ?So you are called Swablu?? she asked pointlessly. Swablu nodded once she?d finished eating from her hand. ?Do you have a family?? Karen asked, her love of the creature she?d just met sickening Micky to the point he had to leave the table out of disgust. Necromancer seemed to have the same feeling as Micky and unlike the rest of the group, followed after Micky as he walked into Marty?s house to watch television. Micky?s had no knowledge of this and at first feared Nightmare had returned when he saw him in the corner of his eye.

?What?? Micky asked, wondering why Necromancer had followed him.

?The same reason as you, it?s not my style to watch a girl falling in love with a cute Pokemon? he said coldly.

?Whatever? Micky mumbled, turning on the television, Marty finally getting a new glass screen for it. He flicked to the Pokemon Channel again, this time World Pokemon Federation re-runs were showing and both Micky and Necromancer knew watching it was a bad idea, expecting to see a match with Necromancer in it. Eventually, he flicked to a Reality T.V show, a family of six who were absolutely unable to live together. Necromancer didn?t show a sign of enjoying the program, the pale stare on his face remaining. Eventually Micky had to ask ?Are you even capable of showing emotion??

?Of course? he replied bluntly, no change in expression, tone, or volume, all the same old same old.

?I?ve got a new Pokemon!? Karen exclaimed, running into the house with a Pokeball in hand. It didn?t take Necromancer or Micky more than a second to put two and two together and realise that the cotton winged Swablu was the one she had caught.

?By any chance Swablu?? Micky asked sarcastically.

?Yeah, she?s so cute? Karen said delightfully.

?Oh great? Micky spat sarcastically, not caring much for a bird that sits on his head whenever she feels like it.

?I know you?re being sarcastic, but isn?t it? she said with joy.

****

Three more eventless days passed. Karen had been introducing her Swablu to the rest of her team, Necromancer had been silent, not speaking unless spoken to and even then he was still pretty brief, still, his job of keeping Nightmare away was working perfectly fine. There was yet to be a single bit of news on Ho-oh and Rayquaza, people were starting believe that the crisis was over and Rayquaza would be gone forever, their hopes to high for Micky and Necromancer?s liking. The two of them both knew that Rayquaza wasn?t going to be gone like that, but at least he was out of their worries for a while, no sign of either Nightmare or Rayquaza. Still, Micky had better things to focus on. His re-match in Rustboro Gym was today and this time he had more in his corner than four people cheering for him, this time he?d have the legendary trainer Necromancer in his corner, almost like an advisor as well as a way to get cheers on his side of things.

The journey there was in a limo, Micky?s first time in one, Necromancer?s wallet large enough to afford something like this when ever he felt like it. It was a classy way to enter Rustboro, great finger foods on a tray for them to nibble at, lots of room with leather seats and black windows that allowed the passenger to look outside but the public left unable to see who was inside. Necromancer?s prized Pokemon Poltergeist was within the confides of his Pokeball, a bit of a distraction if he was out of his Pokeball. The limo pulled up outside Rustboro Gym, crowds already gathering outside the gym as the queued to watch the hometown hero Roxanne in action. The limo pulled up and immediately the crowds attention was drawn to the group. Necromancer was first to step out, bringing a shocked hush from the crowd. Micky followed him as the rest of the group, basically his cheerleaders left the limo. Micky and Necromancer headed towards the trainers entrance as Purity, Karen, Marty and Trip joined into the crowds. Whispers were heard in the crowds, talk such as ?Who?s battling?? and ?If he?s getting backed by Necromancer he must be good.? This was a partial confidence booster for Micky but the fact that he had such a great trainer backing him was as much a confidence boost that he needed, even if their was still some tension between them.

Micky had to wait for about ten minutes, having a final pep talk from Necromancer, he still didn?t change in emotion, sounding as cold as ever, but his words of wisdom were ones that would help. ?Roxanne uses Rock Type Pokemon as you know well? he said bluntly. ?Lead with Kotaro, the Mind Reader Dig Combo should wipe at least one Pokemon out, try for Giga Drain to boost his energy in the second battle. If he gets any further go by instinct. Free has plenty of techniques for slowing your opponent and possibly knocking them out, and finally, Scy, he is sheer power. That won?t pay off in this gym, but when executed in the right places, damage can be caused in huge amounts. Target the weak spots of their rock bodies with the technique Brick Break, it?s a technique quite capable of breaking steel to pieces when executed correctly. I?m sure you?ll know what to do? Necromancer finished, backing away from Micky, his dead cold eyes unblinking as he turned to face Roxanne?s entrance door. Micky clenched at Kotaro?s Pokeball with his left hand, the cold of the metal mixing with the sweat of his palms. Slowly, the doors opened and a great ovation was heard for Roxanne, crowd reacting in their numbers, all on their feet for the gym leader. She smirked and nodded her head to Micky as if to say ?back for more? as the referee began to state the rules for the battle. The bell sounded and Micky threw his Pokeball forward, determined to win this time.

?Don?t let me slip or drop the ball? - (SiC), Slipknot.

Firstly, raising Ho-oh was more of a way to go a little further in the fic with Micky not getting his *** kicked by Nightmare/Rage and Rayquaza distracting the world, I?m running out of inventive ways to kill. Anyway, the 3rd times a charm so lets all hope it works out, especially with Necromancer in Micky?s corner. Well, Karen had a pretty empty team (Raichu, Farfetch?d) so I gave her one more and a new competitor for her contests. Again, Trip ahs so little to do *dude, you really put me in a tough position* Anyway, Rayquaza Vs Ho-oh is an excuse to give the chapters a little time away from Ray-Ray ?til it?s time for Micky to confront him and Necromancer is to keep the bed bugs away :D. Anyway, not my best but not my worst *My best IMO is reserved by Chapter 22 and my Worst is obviously reserved by Chapter 13*

 

[Onimusha]

Chapter 27: The Third Time?s a Charm

?It?s just how it seems, hot and heavy and dirty and mean? - Motorbreath, Metallica

Roxanne?s Pokeball exploded in a flash of golden light, from within out of the red glow formed the giant blue statue that Micky had seen before, the thing that looked like a giant face with tiny arms and legs with a big fat red nose. Micky couldn?t help but think this thing was on drugs, her eyes rolling around like she hadn?t a clue where she was. Kotaro was totally out of place, not even a foot in height compared to this seven foot monster. Micky got the nod from the pale faced necromancer and shouted hi first order, ?Use Dig!?

Kotaro?s jumped up before dropping head first into the ground, his two front claws digging as his body spun, tiny chunks of mud and rock spiralling around. ?Harden!? The already rock hard skin rippled before clearly stiffening, the originally smooth surface becoming rough and bumpy.

?Mind Reader!? Micky shouted. Beneath the surface of the battlefield, Kotaro picked his spot and spiralled his body through the thick rocks, popping out the ground behind the giant statue and leaping head first into her back, not a single speck of damage done. ?Um, Necromancer?? Micky said looking to his advisor as if to say ?why didn?t that work??

?Nosepass is very tough and lacks weak points, any more advice and I?d be doing the battle for you? Necromancer said bluntly. When Micky turned to face the battlefield again he found his beloved Nincada jumping around, avoiding blue jolts of electricity that fired from the nose of the ably named ?Nosepass.?

?Nosepass! Body Slam!? Roxanne ordered. Slowly, the huge statue like Nosepass fell forward towards Kotaro, the little bug leaping out of the way as Nosepass was about halfway to the floor. Nose first, Nosepass crashed into the rocky floor, dust rising around him as Kotaro leapt onto the back of Nosepass, his deep black eyes looking to Micky for an order.

?Dig into it?s back!? Micky shouted. The little Nincada jumped into the air and dived claw first again, much to Micky and Kotaro?s surprise he was perfectly capable of the order, twirling his body as his claws ripped into the rough back of the statue-like Pokemon as she groaned loudly, Kotaro disappearing into her body leaving a large gap and popping out of the battlefield about a metre away. Nosepass wasn?t moving and it was safe to say she was out cold, probably with some very bad damage that would need a lot of repairing, if a Nincada could make it all the way to the ground via Nosepass.

Roxanne returned Nosepass before the count had even begun and she threw a new Pokeball forward, shouting ?Aron, go!? Necromancer was seeming to be impressed with Micky?s performance, his cold eyes seeming to glimmer for a moment before going back to cold and heartless, only Micky getting a view of this. His attention returned to the battlefield. This Pokemon did not look like a rock type. He was about a foot high, still bigger than Kotaro. His body looked like that of an iron puppy?s, four legs all in opposite directions held up a tiny silver body which had two holes on each half, the front head shaped like a rock, only smoother and silver, two cute sky blue eyes on either side, a hole just above each eye and two below, almost like a nostrils and eyebrows. His stomach was the only rock like thing about him, grey stone, practically touching the floor because his legs were so tiny.

Micky was not even going to allow a moment for Aron to realise where he was, immediately ordering ?Shadow Ball!? The deep black eyes of Micky?s Nincada began to glow and a ball of pure black formed, an aurora of purple, small sparks jolting off. He sent the ball skidding along the rocky floor right in between the eyes of Aron, exploding in a bang of black liquid that sparked off purple jolts before disappearing from sight.

Aron had slammed his eyes shut as the ball hit him, opening them just now to see the Nincada following up his attack as he charged claws first towards Aron. ?Rock Tomb!? Roxanne ordered. Aron jumped about three feet in the air and slammed back down, sending rocks flying up below the Nincada who was only a metre from Aron. Kotaro went flying into the air with the rocks, falling in between the rocks after reaching a metre in the air, landing back first as the rocks came down above him, crushing his body in the ?Tomb? that the broken chunks of battlefield created.

?Kotaro!? Micky shouted, trying to think of an order to free him. ?Dig outta there!? Micky shouted. Underneath the one foot tall pyramid like pile of rock, whatever was happening inside was not visible, all Micky knew was that his order had been given and he could only hope. The count reached seven when the rocks seemed to crumble inward, the referee stopping. Micky smiled, almost positive they crumbled inward because Kotaro had dug a hole. ?Mind Reader!? Micky ordered. He gave it a second before continuing with ?Now! Hit him!?

Aron looked around desperately before being knocked into the air, landing on his iron back which exposed the weaker rock. ?Giga Drain!? Micky ordered. Kotaro leapt onto the rock belly of the upside down Aron and jammed his right claw into the rock, picking the right spot to dig it directly in. He then pulled his claw out, the hole made giving way for him to suck the life out of Aron. From the barely visible mouth of the tiny bug he slid a black tube like tongue out, sliding it into the slit he had made and as he began to replenish his energy. Aron eventually managed to roll the Nincada off of his body after three seconds of his energy being drained, the damage visibly done as he could barely Hold himself up. ?Now, Slash!? Micky ordered.

?Take Down!? Roxanne ordered in unison with Micky. Aron dodged the left swing from the Nincada?s fore-claw, but Kotaro failed to avoid Take Down, Aron flipping himself back first into the body of Kotaro, crushing it under all his weight. Kotaro didn?t even managed a groan, just laying flat and empty on the ground as Aron stumbled to his feet. Micky tried shouting encouragement to Kotaro, but eventually the referee hit ten and Micky had no choice but to bring his Nincada back to his ball.

Micky took no time in slamming Free?s Pokeball forward, shouting ?Stun Spore!? before his Pokemon had even fully formed, still, Free heard the order and immediately started dropping yellow powder over the battlefield, surrounding Aron immediately. The uphill battle for Aron had already began before Free had been released into the fight, his bones started to stiffen and the fight had gone from an uphill battle to a vertical climb.

Aron was almost frozen in place when he finally got an order, his order being ?Rock Tomb!? again. He barely had the strength to jump and only just managed to get his feet off the ground when Free flew into him, tackling him with a Double-Edge that sent both Pokemon rolling along the rocky floor, Free coming out of it pretty well, still airborne and flying onwards, making a U-Turn to dump more yellow spores on the fallen Aron. The body of Aron was battered but the heart was still strong, defying the pain that ran through him he rolled onto his feet again, his originally smooth metal was now scarred with scratches from the battlefield floor as his stomach leaked a grey liquid that looked like thinned concrete.

?Free! Silver Wind!?

?Aron! Metal Claw!?

The orders were given, the limping Aron starting to charge for the flying Butterfree who?s wings were glowing a pale gold. Aron leapt forward, right fore-leg drawing out three sharp claws to take Free out of the air and to the floor. The two were only a foot in the air but Free?s speed advantage was greatly taken advantage of, Micky?s Pokemon dodging to her side letting Aron land hard on the floor, his three claws scraping along the ground as the silvery gold leaf-like cuts of Silver Wind bore down on Aron?s back, tiny little slices made in the iron hard armour of Aron?s back. Aron still made an effort to stumble up, but the count was already at six and Roxanne knew he barely stood a chance of standing by ten. At eight Aron slipped and his head rubbed along the floor, just laying there and hearing the heart breaking ten go by. Roxanne withdrew her Pokemon and looked up at Micky as though she was saying ?having Necromancer in your corner had really helped you.?

Necromancer gave a nod of approval to Micky and Roxanne threw her final Pokeball forward shouting ?Graveler, go!?, feeling a sense of desperation with Micky having to healthy Pokemon on his side and she was left with one. Her Pokeball opened and she knew this decision was crucial. A rough pale brown rugged rock came out, about three feet in diameter, his two eyes and mouth on the upper half of the roughly rounded Pokemon. Out of the lower half of his body were two thick legs with no knee, feet like that of a human aside from the rugged bumps that coated it. Near his chest he had two thick muscular arms, no elbows, just a small yet thick arm with human like hands. On top of his head, at the sides were more arms. Big and muscular like the other two arms but this time with elbows, allowing them to bend, most likely the main arms of this creature.

?Sleep Powder!? Micky ordered.

?Spin Punch!? Roxanne ordered in unison with Micky. As Free made her way over Graveler, dropping the green spores, her opponent took a swing at her. He spun his entire body, sending the spores away. Free?s spores came much to his advantage, the green powder hiding him from Free?s sight as he leapt towards her, still spinning. He caught her with the back of left upper arm, Free?s neck twisting as her body rolled down to the floor, her right wing slapping down hard onto the rocky battlefield.

?Free! Get up!? Micky shouted desperately. Even with the one Pokemon advantage, he did not want it to come down to one on one., the last time it happened like that Micky did not come out on top and even with Necromancer in his corner he felt it would not be enough.

He turned to look for advice. A nod was all he got and Micky turned back to the battlefield to see Free had managed to get to her feet, though not in the air. She stood facing Graveler, waiting for that final blow that would put her unconscious, her body a wreck that could only get to her feet from the order of her trainer. ?Psychic!? Micky shouted.

?Mega Punch? Roxanne shouted back, seeing Micky was not deciding to withdraw his injured. Free?s eyes glowed pure white but she did not have the time to launch the attack. Graveler slung his upper right fist forward, the rock hard bumpy knuckles cutting into to the tender flesh of Free and drawing red blood from her body as she fell back to the floor. No amount of shouting and pleading would bring her back up and Micky knew this. Necromancer shook his head and he had no choice but to bring back his Butterfree.

Micky groaned, in his left hand he gripped his final Pokeball, Scy. The technique he had taught with Necromancer?s help, ?Brick Break?, was new to the both of them. Micky eventually threw Scy?s Pokeball forward, Scy exploding out, much to the crowds pleasure, all of them knowing a Scyther always puts on a good show, it?s in their gene?s and in their pride. His shoulders coated in a metal cover that held them together, his scythes glinting in the light and his mouth spitting in hisses. Scy smirked, enjoying the roar he got from the crowd.

?Alright Scy, like we practice? Micky said to his giant mantis. ?Sword Dance? Micky ordered. With his body hovering just above the ground, he placed his scythes out straight either way making his body like a cross before turning them sideways, passing them passed his body into an X. From here he banged them side to side to make a metal on metal sound before cracking them edge to edge before jamming them diagonally above his head, his body looking like an X as he remained in the air, finally relaxing his body after a few seconds of stiffening his body, totally focused in attacking his foe.

?That may look pretty but this isn?t a contest? Roxanne said smugly. ?Graveler, show them how to battle, Comet Punch!? Roxanne ordered. For something as big and heavy looking as Graveler, he moved incredibly fast. The rock like creature ran swiftly towards Scy, leaping in the air, taking aim with his upper right fist glowing.

?Now! Brick Break? Micky shouted, the nod from Necromancer that he received a moment before telling him now was the time. Scy, hovered to his side, letting Graveler begin to fall to the ground as he drove his knee into the exact centre of Graveler?s front, a groan exiting the creatures mouth as he fell flipped forward and landed back first onto the battlefield. A visible injury had been caused by the knee to the front from Scy. Graveler?s font was dented, small chunks of rock from his body laying broken on the ground around him.

Groaning, Graveler made it back to his feet, the extra two arms a great aid in pushing him up. ?So there is more than dancing in your Scyther? Roxanne smiled, looking at Micky, her eyes saying ?this really is just a front for the crowd, I know full well you wouldn?t come in here without fight in your Pokemon.?

Micky smiled at this, feeling respected. He continued to impress, ordering Scy to use ?Steel Wing!? Scy?s two wings seemed to glint silver as he flew towards Graveler, tackling him with the steel of his shoulder and the hardness of his wing, going right through Graveler?s body, knocking the creature into a backwards roll onto his stomach as he chipped a chunk of Graveler?s shoulder from his body.

?Iron Slash!? Micky ordered, sticking to power attacks. Scy took a place hovering by Graveler?s left side, almost like an executioner, his scythe the equivalent of an executioner?s axe. The right scythe hardened and glinted silver as he drew his scythe back, ready to chop Graveler in half.

?Rock Tomb!? Roxanne ordered, this attack seeming to be her most favoured. Graveler pounded both of his left fists into the floor and the battlefield beneath Scy broke and shot upwards, testing Scy?s speed and instincts. The rocks shot upwards but Scy managed to escape them, shooting his body back as the rocks flew up in front of him. ?Rock Throw!? Roxanne continued. Behind the veil of rocks Graveler got to his feet, Scy blind to this and Micky?s attempt to inform Scy of this failed. Graveler grabbed four of the rocks as they began to fall, the first one launched from his lower right arm into Scy?s stomach. Scy, totally of guard gripped at his stomach after the rock smashed when it connected with his body. He landed to his feet, practically kneeling as Graveler threw the second rock from his lower left arm, taking him down by the legs, Scy landing headfirst to the battlefield, mostly from the surprise than the force of the attack. The third rock was thrown from his upper left arm, landing hard on the winged back of Scy as he tried to rise to his feet. Graveler took his time with the forth attack, walking just in front of Scy to enjoy the moment. With all four hands he gripped the final rock and slammed it down as hard as he could, smashing apart on Scy?s head.

?Scy!? Micky shouted. ?Get up!? Micky ordered desperately. Scy?s body began to glow a blinding white and Micky smiled as much as he could. He remembered this very well, his Pokemon was evolving, much to his delight. In the blinding white light, Graveler in shock, Scy got to his feet, his body starting to change in shape as smashed Graveler on top of his head, knocking Roxanne?s Pokemon to the floor. Scy?s scythes started to turn into thin arms, two huge claws on either end. His head became rounded at the front, three spikes sticking out of top. His body remained thin the pelvis rounded at the bottom. His legs were thick and smooth, loosing feet that were replaced by spiky points. Out of his back, the wings remained, though they looked thicker and stronger. After almost half a minute, the light disappeared and Micky could see Scy in his full new form. He was blood red all over except at his waist, in between his stomach and pelvis was black. He looked like he was made out of iron, having that glimmer and thickness that gave him that appearance.

?Scy! Finish him off with a Brick Break!? Micky shouted with a huge smile on his face. Scy glared at Micky, almost confused, staring at Micky with his new yellow eyes, like cats with slit like pupils. ?Scy?? Micky asked. He was just as confused as Scy. Micky wondering why Scy wouldn?t obey, Scy wondering why this kid though he could order him. Micky turned his attention to Necromancer, the only one in the entire building who wasn?t whispering in confusion. ?What?s going on?? Micky asked.

?He?s not listening? Necromancer replied coldly.

 

[Onimusha]

?Ten out of ten for observation? Micky spat sarcastically, clapping his hands. ?I mean why the **** aint the listening??

?It happens sometimes? Necromancer replied, still as cold as ever.

?Well give me some advice!? Micky ordered desperately.

?Duck? he replied.

?What?? Micky asked, wondering what the **** he meant.

Necromancer pointed his finger to what was behind Micky and repeated himself, saying ?Duck? once more.

Micky turned around with a confused look on his face but didn?t even get around to seeing what was behind him. The huge red claw of the new Scy hitting him in between the eyes and sending him falling to ground like a tree that had just had it?s base chopped. Necromancer removed his hat and slid off his leather trench coat, never taking his eyes off of Scy?s eyes. He reached for Poltergeists Pokeball but as he was about to throw it, Scy knocked his hand to the side, sending Poltergeists ball rolling to the side just before Necromancer got to prepare it for releasing it?s being within. Necromancer saw Scy about to take a swing at his head with his left claw, he ducked under it like a boxer would and took a punch at the back of Scy?s head. Not a single bit of damage was done to Scy, he simply turned around and glared eye to eye with Necromancer for a moment before kicking him in the leg with his iron hard leg before knocking him down with his left claw. He turned his attention back to Micky. By this point members of the crowd were fainting or trying to throw Pokeballs forward. By law, the security officers had to restrain them against their will. Scy widened his right Claw and gripped Micky by the sides of his ribs, lifting him into the air. Micky could tell in his glare that he was saying ?this is what people who order me get.? Micky was already in a bit of a daze, the hit from Scy not enough to bust blood out of his body but enough to give him a ringing in his ears. Micky could still feel, the claws closing and crushing his ribs.

Graveler charged towards Scy, jumping up a foot in the air before curling himself into a ball and rolling into Scy?s body. The force of the collision caused Scy to release Micky from his iron grip and send both Pokemon through the arena wall. The two landed on the concrete path outside, cracking the pavement. Graveler was belly to belly with Scy, his advantage of surprise gone when Scy smashed both of his claws onto the head of the giant rock, cracking rocks everywhere and making him limp and unable to control himself. Scy pushed Graveler off of his body with ease and got back to his feet, shaking off the cobwebs that Graveler had caused. Necromancer had also gotten back to his feet but showed no concern for Scy or what he would do, so long as it didn?t involve him. Scy did not want to go back for Micky, knowing that Roxanne and Necromancer had plenty of powerful Pokemon that would eventually take him down with their overwhelming numbers. Instead, he turned to look at the city, seeing it as fresh blood for him to spill.

Scy hovered towards the streets of Rustboro, people backing away screaming, knowing that the look in his eye was not that of a peaceful Pokemon. Scy began to target people, the first target was a tall man in a suit, chosen by Scy for the convenience of distance and the fact that he looked so uptight. He charged at him and smashed his face with his right shoulder. The man fell back first to the floor, blood flying from his nose as he did. He was knocked out with the first hit, though still breathing clearly. He wanted to attack him again but some brave but stupid teenager tried to stop him, leaping onto his back. Scy dropped as fast as he could back first into the concrete pavement, sandwiching the teen in between the concrete and his metal body. He rose back to his feet to find everyone else running. Left or right were his options. Standing on both feet he ran to his right, more people fleeing in that direction. He stuck both of his arms out and using his ever amazing agility, ran into the crowds knocking everyone down with his tough metal arms combined with the force of his speed knocked anyone in their way to the floor. As he hit the final person in the crowd he let himself fly into the air, gliding and turning, seeing a couple of those hit trying to get back to their feet. He wasn?t going to allow anything like that and glided passed them, kicking them in their face with his tough lower legs, breaking their faces open when he hit them. It didn?t take anymore than a minute for a horde of police to be at the scene. There were twenty police officers on foot and one police car, a very appetising fight in Scy?s opinion. A news helicopter arrived on the scene at the same time as the police?s arrival and began filming Scy against his will.

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?Did you hear about Scy?? Karen asked on the video phone. She was busy speaking to Mark and Marty?s house, all of the group except returning to Marty?s house except Necromancer and Purity, the two of them by Micky?s side alongside Roxanne.

?Sort of, what happened??

?A lot of injuries? Karen replied.

?How many?? Mark asked inquisitively.

?Five broken ribs, broken arms, broken legs, a broken jaw, brain damage and a broken neck.?

?****!? Mark replied in shock. ?Is Scy still alive?? he asked.

?Oh, no no, that was the police, Scy?s fine? Karen replied.

?Oh? Mark replied, almost about to break into laughter at mistaking who received the injuries. ?Well, how is everyone else?? Mark asked.

?Purity?s fine? Karen said, glazing her eyes over, knowing that?s the only one of them he cared about.

?What about Pikachu?? he asked.

?Oh, he evolved into a Raichu? she said with a smile.

?He did? Where?d you get a Thunderstone??

?I didn?t, Micky bought one, and well, it?s a long story? she said.

?Turn that **** thing off? Trip ordered. ?Purity?s probably trying to call? he continued.

?Shut the **** up asshole!? Karen replied angrily.

?I probably should go? she mumbled to Mark. ?Say hi to mum and dad for me? she finished, waving goodbye. Mark waved back as she disconnected the phone line.

****

?****, I can?t get through? Purity cursed, slamming her phone shut. She was in a room with Roxanne and Necromancer, Micky in the surgery room getting the stitches removed from his head and getting his hand x-rayed, the smack around the face and crushing from Scy only giving him minor damage, nothing else for them to do but sort out his hand and stitched head.

Micky wandered back to the group about ten minutes after going in. The doctors analysis of his hand showed a broken bone in his ring finger knuckle that would heal in a few weeks. Necromancer didn?t say a word to Micky, not even doing so much as blink when looking at him. It was Roxanne and Purity doing all the talking and convincing that ?it?s not your fault that Scy lost it.? From what Micky had gathered his Pokemon had evolved into a Pokemon called ?Scizor?, though he was yet to hear an explanation of his Pokemon?s behaviour. The group escorted him to the police station, the events of the day, though not his fault had the requirement of his side of the story. With Roxanne on his side though, he was convinced he?d not be imprisoned, though Scy?s fate was still difficult to perceive.

****

It reached late in the day before they could leave, Micky?s side of the days events recorded on camera, Roxanne saying she?d represent him in the courtroom, much appreciated by Micky, although she explained she felt it her duty being the main trainer of Rustboro. Until then, Scy was in her possession. On the trip home he felt like his Pokeball belt was naked, even with Strider back on it. Scy had always been a core member of his battling team, and now he?d evolved he?d lost his mind. It was like how Micky first found him, demented and murderous. Necromancer wasn?t saying a word to Micky and Micky knew he was feeling some form of emotion, but in his cold eyes Micky couldn?t see what. Maybe he felt guilt for not being able to stop Scy or maybe disappointment for Micky not being able to control his Pokemon. Maybe even happiness, in that sick demented mind of Necromancer?s, Micky thought it was perfectly possible for him to enjoy the damage and injuries Scy had caused.

The limo ride back home just felt so empty for Micky. He knew it wasn?t caused by the hit on the head he got earlier, no internal damage had been done and only a little external bruising. Maybe Scy wasn?t adjusted to his new body and wasn?t able to hit Micky in the right spot to cause huge damage. He actually felt like crying, feeling that had Scy obeyed he would have defeated Roxanne and have badge number three, as well as getting the added bonus of impressing his friends and Necromancer.

Upon arrival, Micky was the one getting all the attention, hearing stuff like ?Are you ok?? and ?What?s happening?? despite the fact that Purity had already called to explain the situation. Micky wasn?t in the mood for talking, running upstairs away from everyone else. Purity tried to chase after him but was stopped by Necromancer. ?Let me talk to him? he said.

?Like he needs to be depressed more? Purity growled back at him.

?You really think he needs some **** talking to him? Unless you plan to do the only thing a **** can do to please a guy I suggest you leave him to me? Necromancer spat coldly, almost showing emotion as he called Purity a ****.

?Don?t you dare talk to her like that? Marty threatened.

?What do you think you can do to me? Old man? he hissed.

?****ing ****? Trip interrupted, getting between the three of them. ?Shut the **** up!? he continued. ?Just leave him the **** alone!? he shouted. ?If he wants to talk he?ll say something, until then, just shut up!? Everyone in the room was shocked. No one had seen Trip this emotional before, especially on the subject of Micky, but the worst thing for all of them was the fact that he was right. Purity hated to do it but she just gave a look of hate to Necromancer before turning away and grumpily slumping herself on the couch. Necromancer walked out of the house and Marty headed for the kitchen. It seemed like Karen and Trip were the only one?s not fighting.

Micky sat upstairs and slid open his bag, removing his black laptop. It was times like these he needed someone he?d known all his life. He typed in the number of Peter?s Pokenav and began writing an email.

Dude, life is really ****ing me over right now. I got a broken hand, three fat *** scars on my head, some ****er who won?t stop stalking me, a dad who?s disowned me and now one of Pokemon has been taken into custody. Dunno whether you?re out of victory road but please, for the sake of my demented sanity, please ****ing get the **** out of there. I?m so sick of the *** clowns I?m stuck with at the moment. Seriously dude, anyways email back.

After that he loaded up a search engine and typed in ?Pokemon: Abnormal behaviour in after evolution.? Thousands of links popped up but the first to catch his attention was the one that took him to Professor Birch?s section on ?Abnormal behaviour after evolution.?

Personality Revolution

Occasionally, after a Pokemon evolves, it?s behaviour will be different than before. This is known as ?Personality Revolution.? When a Pokemon experiences the first day of it?s evolution, it may have memories of how it was previously.

There was a ?Click Here For More Info? button but Micky read on, preferring it at the basic level.

Permanent Cases

In some unfortunate cases, the Pokemon will remain the same way when s/he prefers being his or herself before meeting their trainer. This can cause a permanent change in behaviour and usually cannot be cured. The only way known to change this is by changing trainers during a ?trade? since the Pokemon will resent his/her original trainer for changing their personality.

Micky hoped that this wasn?t a permanent case. If it was then, from what he?d read, he would be forced to trade Scy, and he didn?t want to lose one of his most valuable team members. Micky looked over the edge of Marty?s roof, hearing the sound of someone trouncing through the mud. In the moonlight, Micky could make out Necromancer?s figure, the hat a dead give away. Micky wanted to shout ?Necromancer? t get his attention and talk, but then he remembered how cold and emotionless he was, and he knew he didn?t need that.

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?How?d it go?? Micky asked Roxanne. It was just the two of them sitting in her gym on the crowd stands, three days after the incident with Scy. She had cancelled all the battles for the day, the trial for Scy being held that day, Micky surprised that the trial came so quickly.

?Well, he?s on warning. You?re lucky that he was fresh from evolution, it?s like an insanity plea? she giggled, despite the fact the situation was serious. She handed Micky Scy?s red and white orb, placing it in his hand.

?Should I let him out or do you think he?s still mad??

?Up to you? she replied.

?Do you think this is a permanent personality change?? Micky asked, worried about what he?d read the previous day on Professor Birch?s website.

?There?s only one way to find out, I?ll get my Pokemon ready? she said, reaching for her Pokemon. She threw the statue-like ?Nosepass?, the two armed boulder ?Geodude? and the four armed boulder ?Graveler? as well as a Pokemon that he?d not met before, well he had met him before but he never learned his name.

?What?s that?? Micky asked pointing to a large ball like boulder, his body a shell with his two legs, two arms and head sticking out. The ball was dark brown, lumpy like loads of small rocks stuck together, the arms, legs and head sticking out were a rough brown, looking like the skin of a lizards.

?Golem? she said. ?I think it?s safe for you to release your Scizor? she stated.

Micky took a breathe in before letting Scy out, gripping the Pokeball as he released him in fear of him losing it, that way he could easily return him to his ball. When he was released, he found himself surrounded by the four rock type Pokemon, almost like police escorts for a major criminal. ?Scy!? Micky called to his Pokemon. ?Use Sword Dance? he asked, wanting to test if he?d obey him yet. Scy hissed and instead of following orders he slammed his right claw into Nosepass and kicked Golem with the pointy end of his right foot, smashing a hole into both Pokemon. Micky didn?t take more than a second to bring Scy back to his Pokeball and slumped his head down, the two Pokemon that were harmed groaning and the other two all prepared to attack. ?****!? Micky huffed,

?Don?t worry? Roxanne said, comfortingly rubbing his back. ?I?m sure he?ll come around soon.?

?I dunno? Micky said. ?From what I read, if it isn?t permanent it would take him a day or so to snap out of it. It?s bin three days now and he?s still the same murderous killer I found him as? Micky mumbled in a depressed tone.

?Well, I wouldn?t give up hope yet? she replied, still trying to comfort Micky. ?How did you stop him from being a murderous killer exactly? And you don?t mean he was one literally?right??

 

[Onimusha]

?I was being serious? Micky said grudgingly. ?When I found him he literally was slicing a person in half. The only reason why he listened to me is ?cause I kicked his *** in a sword fight.? Roxanne looked at him all confused. ?It?s a long story but beating him in a fight was a once in a lifetime fluke, so that won?t work? Micky huffed. ?I think I?m gonna have to face the harsh reality that I?m not a good enough trainer for him? Micky moaned.

?Don?t say that? Roxanne replied, feeling Micky was a good enough trainer and just had some terrible luck. ?Don?t think anyone can control that Scizor if you can?t? she continued.

Micky couldn?t believe he was saying it but from what he read, Scy probably despised his existence and Micky didn?t have the power to control a Pokemon that despised him. His mind was made up, he was gonna trade. He got up from his seat and walked out of the gym, Roxanne returning her Pokemon to their Pokeballs. When Micky finally made his way out he immediately had questions like ?what?s gonna happen? chucked at him from everyone but Necromancer, still standing coldly and heartless, not even giving Micky a second look.

****

?You have Email? a stale computer voice said as soon as he popped his laptop open. Micky smiled, thinking ?thank god, I need his help.? He opened his email inbox and there it was, the reply from Peter. He eagerly opened it, his best friend and clearly a great trainer would definitely have the solution to his dilemma.

Ok dude, I?m coming

?What the ****?? Micky said confused. He tried re-clicking the email just in case he?d only gotten some of the email but it was the same thing again.

Just like the email said, Peter was coming, and he did. Only a hour or so after Micky had read Peter?s email he dropped out of the air outside Marty?s house, Pidgeot floating to the top and chirping at Micky. He felt like saying ?I can?t believe you? when he saw Peter but he found himself thinking ?but he always does something like this.? In the end he greeted his friend with a handshake shoulder hug and a ?Took your time dude.?

Peter just laughed and shrugged his shoulders, smirking. The smirk soon turned to shock when Necromancer stepped out of the door to see what the commotion was. Peter?s jaw practically dropped as he said ?Mick, is that who I think it is??

?Yeah? Micky grudgingly said.

?How the **** you meet him and why the **** is he hanging out with you?? Peter asked, shocked that a jackass like Micky could land someone like Necromancer as a companion.

?It?s a long story, my suggestion is to leave him alone and let him do what he does best which is nothing? Micky whispered, not wanting to annoy Necromancer, but he heard it all and not to Micky?s knowledge, under that cold stare he felt emotion. He felt alienated, just like he?d been all his life. But as much as it hurt, he?d learned to convince himself that pain only made him stronger, physical or emotional.

?So dude, what?s the problem?? Peter asked, thinking it better be a good one to drag him away from challenging the elite four. He could rest in the comfort of knowing that he had been recorded of completing the victory road challenge and was allowed to challenge any time he wanted.

?My Scyther? Micky said, suddenly realising it was a Scizor now, quickly snapping ?I mean my Scizor? as his correction.

?What about it?? Peter said. ?Scizor is a good Pokemon to have? he continued.

?He won?t listen, in fact he?s attacking me and anyone who tries to control it, I think he?s had one of those permanent personality changes.?

?Dude?? he replied, thinking of something to add on. ?That sucks? he finished, not exactly one of the most inventive things to add on.?

?Well, what can I do?? Micky asked, looking to him since he was so much further ahead of him in experience.

?Trade him, I know a great website? Peter said enthusiastically.

?Wo-Wo-Wo? Micky said waving his hand in Peter?s direction with his broken hand doing the ?naughty naughty? thing with his hand. ?Rewind a moment. Is there any other way??

?Unless you can do what you did to make him like you when you first caught him, then no mate, soz.?

Micky huffed thinking ?I can?t beat Scy in a sword fight again? before replying with ?Fine, show me this ?website? then? doing quotation marks with his finger?s on website.

Micky showed him into the house, introducing his long time friend to his friends. All of them recognised him, all except the alienated Necromancer who was feeling hateful emotions towards Micky, tightly gripping him hands into fists. The house seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Necromancer sleeping outside, Marty on the couch inside, Trip in Marty?s bedroom, Karen in the spare bedroom, Purity and Micky on top and now there was Peter sleeping in the bathroom. In the end, Peter never got around to showing Micky the website for trading Pokemon.

****

Micky was laying there, still awake, gazing at the stars. Purity?s breathing was a soothing sound, but not enough to put him asleep. He was too focused on Scy to sleep. The night was darker than usual, not so much a twilight, almost like a black netting was covering the stars, making their lights so much dimmer. Necromancer was experiencing a similar thing, though he was being kept awake by the fact that he actually felt emotion, the alienation from Micky really getting under his skin and making it?s mark in the metaphorical heart of Necromancer?s that he never thought existed.

Rage was pondering who to strike. He could sense the depression in Necromancer and the hatred he was feeling for Micky, but then again, Micky was an easy target. If Necromancer had no care for him, then who was stopping him for striking once more. Rage was always left pondering to himself the question ?Why don?t I just kill him?? He definitely sensed something unpredictable about that boy. He served a future purpose, but whether it was to aid him or not was what bothered Rage. Every time he made contact with the boy, rather making his future clearer, it seemed to shroud it more. He would get visions of Micky standing by his side, unleashing his power on the world through his Pokemon, but then he?d see the same scene in his mind, seeing Micky unleashing his skills on Rage. It just didn?t make sense and Rage was frustrated by this a lot. He just thought ?Would Micky being dead really change my future by that much?? His mind was eventually made up. He wasn?t going to kill Micky, he was going to let Necromancer do it for him.

He focused his mind and began talking to Necromancer, putting his voice in his head. ?Micky hurt you, he must pay? he hissed.

?What?? Necromancer said out loud, knowing the voice in his head was new to him.

?Make him pay, he hurt you once and he will again, unless you stop him.? in his sleep deprived state, Necromancer was very vulnerable. He would usually have a strong mind immune to psychic influence, but today he wasn?t. He shot up to a sitting position before rising to his feet and looking up.

?Micky!? he hissed, loud enough for someone awake to hear but not so loud that people in their sleep could hear him.

?Necromancer?? Micky thought aloud. He slid to his feet off of his hammock and walked to the roof edge, the night suddenly feeling a whole lot colder.

?Get down here? Necromancer replied, motioning his hand to Micky.

Micky shook his head and rather than waking Marty by going through the downstairs, simply leapt from the top of his roof to the floor, only a ten foot drop that resulted in Micky falling as his feet hit the ground, though how he?d get back up remained a mystery. ?What?? Micky asked.

Necromancer tried to think about what he was doing, but his body wouldn?t let him think. Partially of his own accord and partially of Rage?s, Necromancer threw his right hand forward and grabbed Micky by the throat, his thick hands crushing Micky?s throat whilst the leather of his glove burned as it rubbed against Micky?s neck. Micky tried mumbling ?Let Go!? but he couldn?t. Necromancer lifted Micky in the air, his legs dangling about three foot off of the ground as the air started to choke out of his lungs. Micky knocked Necromancer?s cap off in an attempt to hit him with his left hand, his legs kicking at his chest and stomach too feebly to have an effect. Micky?s eyes started to blur and he knew that as much as it would hurt him, he had only one chance of escaping this choke hold. He braced himself for huge pain and smashed the cast that covered his right hand into the left temple of Necromancer. The impact knocked the cast into his knuckles, causing Micky to groan loudly as he was dropped to his feet, tumbling to the ground as he landed. Micky saw Necromancer teetering from side to side, shaking his head, the blow only minor but enough to give Necromancer a ringing in his head.

Micky pounced on the opportunity as he saw Necromancer?s legs wide open. Still on his knees he slammed his cast into Necromancer?s privates, hitting them with the upper part of his cast, barely hurting Micky this time but greatly harming Necromancer who immediately reached for his gentiles, falling backwards to the ground. Groaning in pain, still feeling the airlessness in his breath, Micky?s airless cries were heard by Purity upstairs, his voice sounding so hoarse. It took her almost half a minute to realise that Micky was shouting as she tried to wake from her sleep. Necromancer sat up, shooting right up. Micky felt terror ripping through him, thinking ?I hit this guy in the nuts with a cast and he sits right up?? Necromancer rose to his feet and disrobing himself of his trench coat and freezing Micky to the spot with those deep evil eyes as he began to walk slowly towards Micky.

Frantically, Purity searched for Micky before finally noticing the sounds of below. She flung her head over the roof walls to see Necromancer walking towards what looked like the front door, Micky out of sight. ?Necromancer, where?s Micky?? she asked completely confused. At that moment Necromancer completely snapped out of the trance he was in. He suddenly started realising what he was doing and now he was showing emotion. He was showing regret, in his eyes Micky could see it and so could Purity. She realised he had done something to Micky and took no time in rushing down the stairs waking everyone up as she did. Micky watched as Necromancer started to run, leaving behind his trench coat and hat, only taking his Pokeball belt. By the time Purity and the rest of them had made it outside Micky was left alone, his back pressed up against a post, his body shaking out of confusion, shock and fear.

****

Everyone had stayed up all night except Karen who was just too shattered to keep her eyes open. Micky wanted to go to sleep but with everyone barraging him with questions, how could he? Why was the first question to pop out of Purity?s mouth. How was he suppose to know? He just muttered back ?I dunno.?

?What happened?? Popped out of Peter?s mouth.

Micky mumbled again, this time a ?Not much.? He really wasn?t in the mood to talk but his friends didn?t seem to pick up on this. Trip seemed to, otherwise he just had no interest in it, and the same went for Marty, though he seemed about as out of action as Karen was, trying to wake himself up with coffee. Eventually ,Micky stormed off to bed grumpily, the rest of them drifting off to sleep, all but Micky and Purity. Purity was determined to get something out of Micky, everything seemed to be surrounding him, like a magnet he seemed to draw trouble.

?Why does this happen to you?? Purity asked.

?What you mean?? Micky mumbled, laying on his hammock with his eyes shut tightly.

?This stuff. I mean, first Scy, then the **** in the mountains and now this. Why does all the bad **** in the world seem to get drawn to you?? she asked sympathetically yet aggressively.

?I dunno? Micky muttered.

?You do? she smirked. I can see it in your eyes every time something bad happens, you know what?s going on.?

Micky was just silent, refusing to state for a fact hat he knew or he didn?t know. He really wasn?t sure how to reply. He always seemed to know half of what was going on. He knew Necromancer?s past, but he didn?t know what was in his mind at the present. He knew there was something stalking him, but he didn?t know why. It frustrated him, and it frustrated him further that Purity expected Micky to know everything about it. In between his frustration and the fact he felt threatened, Micky really had the urge to hit her right around the face. He was just feeling hatred all over. Rage was getting fatherly confused. If Micky out of instinct could fight his way out of murder from Necromancer and was capable of surviving the attack he put on Micky both times then he definitely had some reason for being. It was just so frustrating that unlike others, Rage couldn?t foresee his future accurately. All he knew, is when Micky finally finds him, it will be something special.

?Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep? - Toxicity, System of a Down

Well, at first I was really enthusiastic about this chapter, then I started to lose interest when it became a lil less interesting *probably a small touch of block* I?m thinking of proofing all my previous chapters *since Dragonfree is too busy with her new modding job on SPP*, although the next chapter is all in my head and just needs me to get some skill. Anyway, kinda boring after the battle but there ya go, hope it kept you entertained for ten minutes.

 

[Onimusha]

Chapter 28: Scy?s new trainer

?And I will Just Say Goodbye? - Fade to Black, Metallica

?Ok dude. Just register here and enter the chat room? Peter said, pointing to a red button that said ?register.? It was just Micky, Peter and Purity in the Pokemon Centre. Everyone else was helping Marty at his stool. They?d entered a special room full of computers. Apparently, with the right equipment you could store objects in virtual reality in much the way Pokemon were stored in Pokeballs, which is why this a Pokemon Centre was the best place to go when you wanted to trade Pokemon at long distances or you left Pokemon with a friend and wanted to retrieve them. Micky filled out his registry form, basic stuff like name, age, address, and there was one new to him. Trainer ID number. He had to ask Peter what this was. Apparently all trainer cards had a designated number, Apparently how a trainer could be tracked. It sprung back to memory how the police done this when Micky first saw Scy. He registered everything, eventually making his screen name on ?www.trade-a-mon.com? as ?Micky-Onimusha-Hardy? in as his screen name when Micky-Hardy failed

He put on some sort of head set and placed his Pokeball belt in a box and in moments, as far as he was concerned, he was in a totally different world. It looked just like reality, however, there were obvious things that told him that it wasn?t. In the air floated big signs with writing on them like ?Bald, you need Mr Hair? or ?Wanna see me in the all, click here!? Internet adverts stalking the sky, people Micky had never met were wondering the floor. Eventually he wondered up to someone, a tall long legged blonde, asking for directions. ?Excuse me, where am I?? he asked.

?The triple W of course? she replied in a bimbo-like voice.

?The triple W?? Micky asked, not familiar with internet talk.

?The world wide web silly? she replied.

?Oh, um, how do I get to trade-a-mon.com?? Micky asked, really only on here for that, though this did seem very interesting.

?Well, look for it on a search engine? she said.

?A search engine??

She shook her head in disbelief of Micky?s lack of internet knowledge and eventually pointed to a giant red train in the distance. ?The search engine? she continued. ?Talk to the driver, say where you wanna go, he?ll find it for you.?

?Thanks!? Micky said, running towards the giant red train. It looked so old, like one of the trains you?d see in a western movie. The man Micky assumed he was suppose to ask looked just like a character out of one as well, thick bushy black moustache, brown cowboy hat and dressed in a one piece jean tank top thing. ?Um, am I suppose to ask you how to reach a website?? Micky asked.

?Yep, that?d be me you wanna be asking? he replied, sounding like a cowboy. Micky really could swear this was all an act, it was too western for it to be real, but then again, he was surrounded by a freak show. There were all sorts of people here, ranging from the elderly, little kids as well as all branches of society, goths, grungers, townies, rudies, almost every ethic group, they were all here.

?Um, can you take me to www.trade-a-mon.com please?? Micky asked nervously.

?Why of course, you ?ere must be one o? them trainer sorts right??

?Yeah? Micky laughed nervously, thinking this guy was telling a very unfunny joke.

?Well, get out on back and we be delivering you there shortly now!? he replied. Micky wondered into the carriage at the back, about twelve other people filling the forty seats that were spread out at two either side. Micky got himself a double seat to himself and after about a five minute wait, the train zoomed off, Micky looking outside the windows only seeing a blur of all the colours of the rainbow.

?Places in Baxton!? the driver shouted. A man and who appeared to be his wife got out of their double seat and left the train before it drove off again. It was four stops, each with about a five second gap in between them before Micky?s destination was finally found. He stepped out of the ?Search Engine? and stared in amazement. There was a sign saying ?Welcome to www.trade-a-mon.com, we hope you enjoy your stay? that stood before what could only be described as a Coliseum and phone booths. This thing was just like the ancient Roman Coliseum, about two hundred feet in height, a strain on the neck to look at. He marched closer, many people passing by, People entered the phone booths and as soon as the door closed it sprung open again, the person inside missing and room for the next to walk right in and disappear as well.

Micky felt like such an idiot, not having a clue what was happening. He ended up poking some chubby kid of about thirteen on the shoulder, requesting explanations for what was going on. The kid replied ?If ya wanna trade Pokemon, it?ll take you to the ?Union Room? and from there you can search for the Pokemon you want and see if you can get it. If you want to see Pokemon battles or compete in them walk into the coliseum.?

?Thanks? Micky said gratefully before running off towards the phone booth shaped boxes. The moment he entered the curtain closed. Nothing seemed to happen. In frustration he stepped out and found that something had happened. He stepped into a seemingly endless abyss of a white room, standing in front of a door and a robotic female voice shouted ?Username and Password please.? Startled, Micky jumped to his left before realising what the computer was asking.

A keyboard was presented in front of Micky and he typed in Micky-Onimusha-Hardy and his password ?Johnny Pot Smoker.? The door opened and Micky stepped into what he assumed was ?Union Room.? It was a giant green room, tiled with white in the centre of every eight green tiles on the floor. Micky felt like an idiot again as he had to request help from another bystander. Some girl, probably only ten or so, holding a candy bar in hand began to explain in her sweet little voice. ?Go to the front desk and get one of these? she said, holding a blue cell phone like item. It flicked open and looked like a Pokedex inside. ?You enter the Pokemon you want to trade in here and when someone wants it will beep, and you can meet with them? she said with a cute little lisp.

?Thanks? Micky smiled, moving through the crowds to the front desk. After getting his name listed he was handed one of these cell phone items called a ?Union Phone? and listed Scy as the Pokemon he wanted to be rid of. After about ten seconds the phone beeped. The moment Micky clicked ?Answer? he was teleported out of the main union room into a white room that looked like it had no end. Feeling a little bit sick, he stood face to face with the trainer after Scy.

?Hi? the trainer greeted. She looked kind of scary, a little bit taller than Micky and definitely older. Her eyes were a cold icy blue, piercing fear into Micky as he tried to introduce himself. Her hair was about as long as Micky, a natural fiery red. She was pale all over, looking ice cold and starved for food, almost anorexic thin. She was wearing a black cape. She seemed to favour black leather, her tank top, trousers and boots made of it, fitting incredibly tightly on her body. Her voice was so much nicer than her appearance, seemingly nice compared to this cold heartless appearance she had.

?Um, hi? Micky said nervously, flapping his left hand up.

?Zuidra Gonfu? she smirked, putting her hand out.

?Micky? Micky said awkwardly, shaking her hand realising that her skin didn?t just look ice cold.

He shook her hand politely as she asked ?You have a Scizor?? with a smile on her face.

?Yeah.?

?Well, I have a lot of Pokemon that I?m willing to trade, I?ll show you a list? she smirked, incredibly determined to get Scy as quickly as she could.

?Wait! Wait! There?s something you should know ?bout my Scizor? Micky said, his responsible side getting the better of him.

?What?? Zuidra asked, worried he had some sort of crippled Scizor, or even worse, he was lying.

?He?s a little bit?? Micky started to say, thinking of a way to described Scizor?s mentality. ?He?s a lil, well, very? Micky started rolling his hand as he started to think of a good word to use leaving Zuidra tense and on edge, wanting to know what Micky was going to say.. ?A little bit insane? Micky eventually said grudgingly.

?Cool? she smiled, now totally eager to obtain Micky?s Scizor.

?Well, it really isn?t? Micky replied, not exactly the best person at making his Pokemon look great.

?I come on? she said sarcastically. ?A mental Pokemon would be perfect as a guard for my base? she smiled.

?Your base?? Micky asked, not understanding a what she meant. All this time Micky had assumed she was a trainer, why would she have a base, unless she meant a caravan of some sort.

?Secret Base, my one is huge, my Electabuzz smashed a hole into Ornerier Mountain. There?s huge inner tunnels and a brook for my water dragons that pours out as a spring out of the side of the mountain.? Micky really couldn?t be bothered to listen to the story of her base.

?Well, I?m only giving him to you if you?re sure you can handle him and when I?m sure you can? Micky stated, not wanting to feel responsible should happen to this girl referring to herself as ?Zuidra?

?Well send him out and see? she smiled.

?Um, I dunno if I wanna do that? Micky said unnerved.

?Oh come on, you have the Pokeball, you can withdraw him if he does something stupid.?

Micky thought for a moment before grudgingly grabbing the red and white orb in his hand. He tapped the release button and let out the giant steel mantis, his nerves shaking. A smile formed on Zuidra?s face as Scy formed. Micky stared coldly at him as he turned aggressively to look Micky in the eye. That cold stare soon turned to him attempting to attack Micky. He launched himself at Micky who was already prepared for it, diving to his side and hitting an invisible barrier in the white abyss. ?Scizor stop!? Zuidra ordered, shouting at Micky?s Scizor. Scy turned and looked at her in the eye, Micky trying to reach his Pokeball to withdraw him, the red and white orb rolling on the floor from where Micky had let go as he dived. Scizor went to hit Zuidra but he couldn?t. She didn?t flinch she didn?t try to move, she stood her ground as she froze him in place with her ice blue eyes.

?Scy, I dunno why you?re even bothering, this is the web, you can?t hurt me? Micky spat cockily, only just realising they were in a cyber world. ?Come on, gimme your best shot asshole? Micky shouted.

?Micky it?s?? Zuidra tried to say, interrupted by Scy kicking Micky directly in the stomach with his right leg, the hard steel smacking into the bone of Micky?s abdomen.

Micky fell back off of his chair as the helmet that put his mind in virtual reality came flying off. He landed hard on the back of his head before effectively doing a back roll onto his knees, gripping his stomach with his left arm and the back of his head with his right. ?****!? Micky spat.

?**** are you ok?? Peter shouted dropping down to Micky?s side.

?****, Pokemon can attack you when you aren?t in a real world?? Micky asked rhetorically.

?Yes? Peter shouted. ?And get back in there, you?re almost rid of that thing!? Against Micky?s will, Peter shoved the helmet back on. Micky was immediately back where he was before and Scy was there to greet him, hissing as if to say ?Sure I can?t hurt ya.?

?Scizor, don?t? Zuidra asked.

Micky looked up at Scy angrily but Scy knew that this was gonna be a trade and he?d do anything to get away from Micky, even if it meant obeying another trainer. He preferred this trainer though, she was fearless and controlling. The kind of trainer he wanted. He didn?t want to leave Micky unharmed but he had no choice, at least until he was official no longer under his control. Zuidra withdrew Scy with Micky?s Pokeball and tossed it to him. Micky caught it in both hands and got to his feet. ?Proof enough?? Zuidra asked, referring to when Micky said she needed to be able to control Scy before she could get him.

?This still isn?t real life, I doubt he?ll act the same then? Micky said, still a little reluctant to loose his Scizor.

?Jesus Christ, what I gotta do to prove to you that I?m a good enough trainer?? she asked in frustration.

?Look, I dunno? Micky muttered thinking. ?Where in Hoenn are you, I can trade with you personally and see if he obeys? Micky said, the best thought he had.

?I live in Kanto? she said rolling her eyes.

?Kanto?? Micky said, the thought never occurring to him.

?Yeah, I said that didn?t I?? Zuidra replied the frustration sinking in and becoming rudeness.

?Look, what?s your screen-name?? Micky asked. ?Lemme think about it and I?ll get back to you ok??

?Dragonfree? she muttered. ?When do you intend to, ?cause if another Scizor becomes available I?m gonna take it? she replied, almost a threat.

?Ok. I?ll come back on this site tomorrow, I?ll get in contact with you, ok?? Micky asked.

?Very well? she groaned back.

?Think you can wait that long?? Micky asked.

?Yeah.?

?Ok good, now how do I get out??

?Your watch? she said.

?I?m not wearing a watch!? Micky said, glancing to his right wrist to see a black watch on it. ?Ah, I see? he smirked. She smiled and nodded and Micky pushed down on it. There was a flash of black before Micky found himself staring into the virtual reality helmet. He removed it and found the computer screen as black as what he saw, reverting back to normal after ten seconds. Micky felt the pain on his back and head return and his hand was no longer free from the cast and functioning, now back to being tightly restricted and putting him in pain with each movement. The watch now gone and probably only appearing in the internet.

?Well?? Purity asked.

?Well what?? Micky replied.

?You know what? Peter spat back.

?I?m gonna speak to her tomorrow? Micky said bluntly.

?Why didn?t you trade now?? Peter asked.

?I just don?t think she knows what she?s getting into. I mean, this is Scy we?re talking about. He kicked almost every **** on the Rustboro police force a few days ago, I really dunno if she can control him? Micky said, thinking about what would happen to her if Scy didn?t obey and feeling it would be on his conscience.

?Ok dude, you are fifteen. Why are you acting like a responsible adult?? Peter asked.

?What is it with you guys and the word dude?? Purity asked. It only just struck Micky and Peter that they seemingly couldn?t refer to anyone as anything but dude and dudess. ?You sound like a bunch of stoners? she stated sarcastically.

?That?s ?cause we are? Micky replied sarcastically.

?Oh ha ha? she spat back.

?Dudes, back on topic, answer the question Micky? Peter ordered.

?See what I mean? she said.

?Yeah? Peter spat. ?Sure Sweetheart? Peter continued. He still hadn?t totally warmed up to the idea of having her around. He had pretty sexist views of women, really seeing them as mere sex objects and nothing more. He saw no purpose to Purity?s existence, in his eyes she was just gonna slow Micky down and he really thought he should get rid of her, Karen as well. With Trip being an experienced trainer, Peter felt a bond with him.

?Dude! Dudess!? Micky shouted, now intentionally calling them dude and dudess just to annoy Purity. ?Calm it ok, lets just go find Marty and the others ok??

They eventually agreed with Micky and Micky grabbed his Pokeball belt and the group left the computer room, heading into the crowded streets of Rustboro. With ease they found Marty again and were back to helping him. Karen had all her Pokemon out, all of them helping out. Farfetch?d and Swablu floated around the streets with a sign hanging from their beaks advertising Marty?s store, Raichu used helped pass the plates onto the table but aside from that he was an all round annoyance, Sneasel on the other hand was much better, using her icy powers to keep food frozen until Marty needed it cooked.

****

 

[Onimusha]

The next day the entire group escorted Micky to the Pokemon Centre. Trip wanted to use the net and Marty was eager to try it out after hearing about it. Karen ended up chatting to some contest battler in the main lounge of the Pokemon Centre and once the rest of them were locked in the internet Purity and Peter were left alone together. Micky was totally oblivious to the mutual detest that the two had for each other, although everyone else seemed to pick up some of the signs.

In moments Micky?s mind went black before it transferred back to the world wide web. He was back at the lobby of the web and he knew where to search. Overnight he learned from Trip the trick to getting to where you wanna be without the ?Search Engine.? He simply had to press down on the ?Go? button on the black watch that appeared upon entering the internet and say the web address out loud. He said ?www.trade-a-mon.com? out loud and disappeared like a Pokemon being withdrawn into a Pokeball, his figure turning a see-through purple before teleporting to the website and re-forming.

The long line was formed in front of the teleportation phone booths but it quickly cleared allowing Micky to reach the white room and enter his password. He made his way to the union room and he called for ?Dragonfree? on his union phone and in moments popped into a white room meeting with Zuidra. ?Made your mind up Micky?? she asked.

?Yeah?hi Zu, Zu, Zu? Micky stuttered, struggling to remember her name.

His face squinted as he tried to remember, eventually aided by Zuidra who said ?My name?s Zuidra, hi Micky.?

?Hi Zuidra? Micky replied.

?So, about Scizor?? she asked.

?Well?? Micky trailed off. ?I?ve decided I?m gonna go to Kanto, so if I can meet up with you somewhere in Kanto?? Micky asked, his decision yet to be ran by his friends.

?He he, good luck? she giggled. ?What you gonna do? Fly? Swim? Teleport?? she spat.

?Well?? Micky started.

?Don?t even bother. No Pokemon can teleport ten thousand miles and I doubt a Pokemon has the strength to swim it or fly it whilst carrying a person, and if they can it?ll probably take a month.?

?Well actually?? Micky started to say.

?Lemme guess. You got a Speedboat? Sorry sweetie but you?ll need a ton of fuel to cover ten thousand miles? she interrupted again.

?Dammit! Will you please let me finish?? Micky shouted, frustrated by her interruptions.

?Sorry!? she said. ?Fine, what?s your plan?? she asked.

?The Queen Mary? Micky said.

?Not following? she replied.

?It?s a Cruise. It?s leaving Rustboro dock for Vermillion Dock in two days? Micky stated. ?They are still selling tickets. If I get one I can be in Vermillion by next week? Micky said, throwing it in her face that she underestimated him.

?Ok kid, you got me there? she said, admitting her mistake. ?If you?re really that determined to see how Scizor will react to me in person I guess I?ll tell you the location of my mountain base? she said.

?You?re not gonna meet me in Vermillion?? Micky asked.

?No, I don?t leave my base unless I?m training? she spat.

?Fine fine, where is it.?

?Well ,if I give you my ID number you can enter it into your Pokenav and track me down when you go through Ornerier Mountain.?

?Pokenav?? Micky said, not sure what it was.

?God, no wonder Scizor won?t obey. Ok, we?ll do this the hard way.? she said handing Micky a biro pen. ?Go to the top of Ornerier Mountain and look for the waterfall? she started to explain. ?There?s a rope bridge. Cross that and turn right and you?ll be at my base.?

?Um, Ok, I?ll try that? Micky said.

Zuidra rolled her icy eyes and said ?If you get lost call my secret base number. It?s 07813431085? she said.

?Ok got it? Micky said, writing her directions and number on his arms.

?Bye then? she muttered, clicking exit on her Union phone. Micky exited via the watch and after the flash of black he removed his helmet. To his left Trip was on the computer, from what Micky could tell he was having some kind of internet battle. Marty was seemingly on some kind of cookery site but when Micky turned to see Purity and Peter they were just staring evilly at each other, Purity?s usually pretty face was an ugly frown and Peter?s usual ugly face was just as ugly when he frowned anyway.

?Dammit guys, what?s wrong??

?Nothing? Peter spat through his gritted teeth, not taking his eyes off of Purity?s.

?Yes, there?s nothing wrong? Purity said, also through gritted teeth.

Micky felt now was the time to break the news to them about his decision. ?Dudes, I?m going to Kanto? Micky said out aloud, the ten or so other people in the room who weren?t on the web now having their attention turned to them.

?You what?? Purity and Peter said in shock, speaking in unison and turning their heads to face Micky, their frowns now confused looks.

?Going to take a cruise to Kanto and drop of Scy in person? Micky repeated but in much more detail.

?Dude you are too responsible? Peter stated.

Purity wanted to say the same thing as Peter but since he?d already taken that side of things she had to pick the opposite. ?Can I come with you?? she asked supportively.

?I dunno, not sure how much the tickets cost, I might have to go alone? Micky stated. Grudgingly

?Too responsible dude. Ok? Just trade with her online Micky? Peter said.

?Oh shut up? she spat to Peter. ?Don?t listen to him? Purity ordered. Micky suddenly realised he had become the trophy that these two were after, realising that any move to either one?s side would result in annoying the other. Micky hated this position but he had no choice now. He was about to shout ?I am not some trophy for you two to try and rip from one another? but a little kid approached, tugging at Micky?s trouser jacket sleeve.

He was only about eight or so, coming up to just below Micky?s shoulders, a flint in his brown eyes. His hair was brown and styled with gel in a messy fashion, probably some fad at his school. He wore sea blue shorts and a navy blue shirt. ?Um, big person? he said with a cute little lisp. ?Can you help?? he asked

Micky wanting anything other than the conversation he was stuck between with his friends eagerly replied ?Sure, what is it??

?My brother needs to deliver a part to Kanto to his friends? he said.

?Why doesn?t he send it through the net?? Purity asked.

?He made it himself and the computer doesn?t recognise it? he said bluntly.

?Jamie!? a teenager snapped at him. He was quite a bit older, probably about thirteen or so. ?Don?t talk to strangers, mum would snap on both of us if she caught you talking to them. Micky really didn?t pay any attention to what he was saying. He was just looking at this guy and thinking ?What the **** are you trying to pull?? He was wearing black trousers and a black buttoned up shirt with white Pokeball symbols all over it, yet he showed no signs of a Pokeball belt. He had a red bandana that pushed his hair back, all of it folded back with gel and clearly dyed, a bright white, so bright that it was near impossible to see it was strands of hair and not a cloth like towel which it appeared like.

?Dude, calm it!? Micky said. Purity just shook her head at Micky as if to say ?you gotta get a better vocabulary than dude and dudess.? ?We aint Pedo?s or anything.?

?He?s going to Kanto? Jamie said with his lisp.

?You?re going to Kanto?? he asked.

?Yeah? Micky replied. ?What?s it to you??

?Quite a lot? he replied. ?I?m Brendan, can I get you to come with me?? he asked.

?Ya see, now I?m worried your some sort of pedo rapist? Micky said sarcastically, taking offence to his mistrust of Micky when he was talking to Jamie.

?Oh come on? Brendan said sarcastically.

?Yeah we can come? Purity interrupted, eager to see what was the big deal about this part.

?We can only let the person going to Kanto know, its top secret info? Brendan stated, looking like a real idiot in Micky?s eyes.

?Dude!? Micky said. ?Don?t even give me that look Purity. You may as well tell them, they?re only gonna find out when I come back.?

Brendan shook his head and replied ?Fine, come with me.?

?What about the rest of them?? Peter asked.

?Micky popped his head into the Pokemon Centre lounge and called over Karen, saying ?We?ll be back soon, tell Marty and Trip to stay here if they leave the net? Micky said. Karen nodded and returned to talking to this contest trainer. She seemed enthralled in everything he was telling her. Micky guessed by the look he had he was a pretty good one, dressed about as stupidly as Brendan but with worse hair.

****

?This is it? Brendan said.

?This?? Micky asked. The group stood facing a forest. ?You made us walk all this way to see some trees? Please tell me you didn?t bring us here to see some trees.?

?Shut up and let him finish Peter interrupted.? If Peter wanted Micky to like him more than Purity he was going the wrong way about it.

?No, this is where the Kid?s Grid Rustboro base is located. ?

?Kid?s Grid?? Micky laughed. ?What the **** were you smoking when you came up with that name??

?I came up with it ? Jamie said.

?Are, the explanations come quickly and frequently. That?s a plus. Now where is this ?base? may I ask?? Micky continued to laugh, sarcastically doing quotations marks with his fingers.

?In that tree? Brendan said, pointing to a huge oak tree that stood a good ten feet above the other trees, and all of them were huge, each being about fifteen feet in height each.

Micky was about to open his hand and motion his finger to that tree and make a sarcastic comment but Purity grabbed his finger and muttered in his ear ?Juts shut up and listen? aggressively.

?Come with me? Jamie said with his lisp, dragging Micky by the jacket sleeves towards the tree. He?d taken a liking to Micky because he was a Pokemon trainer, seemingly the lead of the group of three. Jamie didn?t realise he was the weakest trainer out of the three of them though, he just assumed he was the strongest since he seemed in charge. Micky went with the flow, letting Jamie drag him in the direction of the huge oak. The rest just followed, Purity smiling, finding it quite humorous how much this kid had taken a liking to Micky. When Micky had finally been taken to the tree he realised that this wasn?t going to be some crappy tree house. He looked up and invisible at a distance was the start of a huge link of trees. The one Micky stood before was the largest, a twenty by twenty by ten foot rectangular box, the floor huge and spread along the branches, a very impressive creation. There was a vine ladder that the group had to climb up before popping their heads through the bottom of the floor.

Micky was first to pop up immediately amazed shouting ?Holy **** this is impressive.? There were three ten year old looking kids in the room, all about the same four foot height. There was a girl, dressed like a Pokemon trainer in white shorts and a red shirt with her head under a swimming hat-like bandana with her hair pushed to drop down both sides, the back of her head having barely any hair since it was all bunched to fit under her bandana. By her side was a kid in glasses, his hair all neat and tidy, wearing black trousers and a white shirt that reminded Micky of a school shirt. By a computer was another kid, seated typing stuff into it, wearing similar clothes to Brendan with his hair styled the same except his hair was black. There were five computers, all seeming to be linked to the main computer that the kid was at. The walls of the room were surrounded by machinery, all looking very hi-tech for kids.

?Intruder! Intruder!? one of the kids shouted, the girl. ?Kippo, get him!? she ordered. A tiny blue Pokemon approached. He had ginger whiskers out of the side of his cheeks, almost like whiskers. He reminded Micky of a rabbit in a way. His body was so tiny and punched together like a rabbits, his head was rounded. He had rabbit like eyes as well ,though they stared forward rather than being at his sides, both that deep dark black. The distinguishing features being a huge navy blue fin on his head and one on his back that acted like a tail, this one a much paler blue, almost light purple. Micky didn?t have much time to stare in confusion at this thing, a huge spray of icy cold water started to soak his face, drowning his hair in a river of water that dripped all the way down his clothes onto Jamie and the rest climbing below him.

Micky shoved his hands in front of his face as a barrier as he said ?I?m a friend of Jamie?s? not thinking Brendan would be considering Micky a friend.

?Stop **** you!? Micky shouted as the ably named ?Kippo? continued to spray water. ?Oh **** this!? he cursed loudly, reaching for Free?s Pokeball. He let out his Butterfly into the tree house as it flew in the restricted space. Spitting water out of his mouth he managed to gargle ?Double-Edge!? Free zoomed body first into Kippo?s body and sent him flying into the wooden wall of the tree house in between two bits of machinery. Micky pulled himself up as one of the kids charged at him, the one who was at the computer before. He tried thrashing his arms into Micky?s stomach but with ease Micky pushed him down. He wanted to charge at Micky again but he caught a glimpse of Jamie and realised Micky was telling the truth all the time.

 

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?He?s a friend, Kippo stop!? he ordered, holding back the kid who assaulted Micky and turning his head to Kippo. Free looked at Micky as if to ask ?Should I keep attacking? and Micky shook his head. The rest of the group made their way up, Peter?s head and shoulders were soaked, Brendan?s white hair soaked and Purity?s shirt and hair all soaked.

?****ing cold!? Purity shivered, seemingly getting the worst of the spray aside from Micky. She proceeded to hug herself as she shivered.

?Satisfied?? Micky asked to the little girl in the corner who ordered the attack.

?Sorry? she said regretfully back. Micky handed Purity his Jacket, only soaked on the outside, the interior relatively dry. Micky half-smiled to her and she smiled a thank you back, wrapping herself in it. Peter just shook his head thinking ?Firstly dude, you can do better, secondly, why are you bothering with all this niceness crap. Alcohol was made for a reason.?

?He?s going to Kanto? Brendan said changing the subject.

?Is he gonna deliver it?? the guy who was by the computer asked.

?Not sure. Are you?? Brendan asked turning to Micky.

?Is it a bomb?? Micky asked.

?No? he replied.

?Poison?? he asked again, still being ridiculous.

?What you think?? Brendan replied sarcastically.

?Oh stop toying with them and say yes already? Purity ordered, still shivering from the icy cold water that Kippo had sprayed.

?Fine. Dunno how long it?ll be until I deliver it though? Micky muttered, now positive he was gonna go to Kanto but he wasn?t sure if he could get tickets in time.

?Well, as long as you deliver it? the kid who attacked him replied.

?Fine fine? Micky mumbled.

?By the way, this is Secc? Brendan said introducing the kid who attacked Micky. ?Wally? he said pointing to the kid in glasses who nodded as acknowledgement of Micky. ?My my lil sis May? he said, pointing to the girl who ordered Kippo to attack. ?And this is my Mudkip Kippo? he said picking up the Pokemon who attacked Micky.

?Oh, so he?s not hers? Micky said, surprised at how obedient he was to her.

?No, I?m getting a Pokemon from Professor Birch soon though? she said with a smile on her face.

?Good for you? Micky said sarcastically. ?That?s Peter? he said pointing to his friend who was across the room.

?Hi? he said putting his hand up for a moment.

?And that?s Purity? he said pointing to her. She had stopped shivering but still wrapped herself in Micky?s jacket to keep warm. She half smiled to say hi but still kept quiet.

?Here?s the part? Secc said, not paying any attention to what Micky had said, too busy rummaging through the drawer. He handed Micky a big brown box. Micky opened it to find what looked like some kind of small computer hard drive. ?We?ll show you a map of where to deliver it? he said. He loaded up a map on his computer and beckoned Micky over, Purity following, sticking her head over Micky?s shoulder. The rest of the ?Kid?s Grid? stayed in the background as Secc started pointing.

The map was of Kanto, zoomed in on what Micky guessed was Saffron City by the name of the map. ?Near Saffron Gym there?s a manhole that looks like it leads to the Suez. It actually leads to the Kid Grid base of Saffron? he said. Micky nodded, writing this all down on a mental notepad, his arm still stained in Zuidra?s directions.

?When you?re there can you get me an autograph from Sabrina?? May asked, suddenly behind Micky and Purity making him jump in surprise.

?Sorry about her? Brendan said. ?She?s got this thing about collecting gym leader?s autograph?s? Brendan said. ?May? he said turning his attention to his younger sister. ?They have more important things to do? he said.

?Nah it?s ok? Micky said, thinking it was a sweet hobby to have.

?You sure?? Brendan asked.

?Yeah dun worry.?

?Is that all then?? Micky asked.

?Yeah, pretty much? Brendan said.

?Ok, well we?re going? Micky said, withdrawing Free to her Pokeball. ?Bye? he said, picking up the box and making his way down the trap door. Purity followed and then eventually Peter followed, keeping his distance from Purity.

****

?You?re what?!? Karen shouted at Micky. She?d only just heard Micky?s decision and she wasn?t all to thrilled.

?More food?? Marty asked, everyone hanging about outside his house, dinner almost over, only the group and a few of the towns folk hanging seated at the bench.

?No thanks!? Micky replied, completely full after the dinner the group had, alongside Marty?s fellow townspeople, the ten or twelve of them well acquainted with the group now, being there for than a week, this being their second big town grouping for dinner.

?Why didn?t you just trade on the net?? she asked.

?Don?t even get into that talk? Peter warned. ?He?s feeling responsible and thinks he should see how the trainer does with Scy in reality? Peter said. Purity gave him a look of ?your irresponsibility disgusts me? so he added ?he?s a bit of a screwed up dude? just to annoy her.

?Can we stop talking about this please?? Micky pleaded, the endless questions all the same. ?It?s so pointless debating this. I?m going to Kanto, nothing you guys can do about it.? The conversations were just all over the place, but from that point on not a word was spoken about Kanto or Scy.

In the end, one by one they all disappeared into sleep. Eventually leaving it as Micky and Trip chatting. It must have been at least midnight, and four hours since the last mention of Scy and Trip had to bring it up. ?Mick, you sure you wanna give Scy away?? Trip asked. ?I?ve seen you using him, he?s the main fighter on your team, used more than your starter Strider, it just doesn?t make sense to give him up so easily.?

?Ya know Trip, I never actually told anyone how I caught him? Micky said, realising this ages ago but feeling it would shut Trip up.

?How did you catch him then??

?As you know my success of wandering through mountains hasn?t been all too high. Me and Purity were wondering around, taking the long cut to Fallarbor town. We rested for the night, setting up a couple of tents. The next morning, all I could hear was screaming. Typically, not even thinking to take my Pokeball I made my way to the noise, and there he was.?

?What made Scy scream?? Trip asked, always seeing Scy as one of those Pokemon who?d rather die then show any sign of fear.

?Not Scy? Micky said eerily, shaking his head. ?Scy?s victim.?

?Victim?? Trip asked, feeling like he was being told a horror story, shaking all over and swallowing his tongue as he spoke.

?Yeah. Some guy. Dunno who he was, by the time Scy was done with him I don?t think anyone could know without DNA tests of some sort.?

?What did he do to him?? Trip asked, enticed by the horror of this story and shaking with fear knowing that Scy was resting in Micky?s Pokeball less than a foot away from him.

?He drew back both his scythes and he? Micky tried to think of a word to describe his actions. ?He severed him at the waist. This guy was still alive as it happened. He was just silent, not strong enough to scream again. It was just sick. Blood started squirting from his sides and Scy stabbed him in the heart, holding his upper body up and letting his insides fall out as his legs dropped to the ground. I couldn?t help myself, I just had to yelp ?****? or something like that and his attention turned to me. I wasn?t fast enough and he caught me way before I could get anywhere close to away. If it weren?t for Latianne he would have got me.?

?Latianne?? Trip asked. Micky only realised he hadn?t met her now.

?Saved my life before, my favourite Pokemon? Micky smirked.

?Oh, ok. So what happened?? he asked eagerly, still shaking, just desperate to hear this story?s end.

?Scy was about to slice me apart but Latianne hit him with a Hyper Beam. He ****ed off quickly, knowing he was out-matched and we field a police report.?

?Um, you didn?t catch him though?? Trip said, interrupting.

?I aint finished dip ****? Micky replied. ?Anyway. Purity was a bit shaken but she wanted to continue. In the end I agreed and we made our way further up the mountain. Scy appeared again and this time there was no Latianne to save me. Stupidly, I picked up one of those metal support bars for tents and tried to get into a sword fight with him as a distraction, hoping Purity could get a Pokeball to help. In the end I got his scythes stuck into this bar and as I mocked him he broke free, sending that thing flying into my head and knocked me out cold. From there, as far as I understand, a guy you might have heard of called Koga saved me.?

?The Koga?!? he interrupted again. Micky didn?t quite get what the big deal was about people like Necromancer and Koga, but everyone but him seemed to know who they were yet Micky was always the one meeting them.

?Yes Yes. The Koga, Koga Fuma, former gym leader, Mr- Anti-Uma, Yes that dude? Micky said losing his temper with all these interruptions.


?Sorry, Sorry. Go on!? Trip said.

?I woke up and found Scy about to kill Koga and his Pokemon. Someone spoke in my head and next thing I knew I was kicking his *** in a sword fight. I ended up slicing both his arms off before falling to the ground in the shock of it all. That?s why he had that coat of metal on his shoulders. Koga dubbed him mine and that was it. Somehow, kicking his *** gained his respect to the point the would lay down his life for me. Now he?s evolved that respect has been lost, and I don?t think I can get it back? Micky finished.

Trip let out a breath before saying ?Well mate, you?ve just tired me out so if you don?t mind, I?m gonna go off to bed? Trip said.

?No probably dude? Micky replied, putting his feet up so that his knee?s were just below his line of sight, hugging himself in a foetal position, the cold of the night getting to him yet the need to sleep not. As Trip closed the front door behind him and disappeared from sight, a hiss from the bushes entered Micky?s ear. He turned around seeing the dark green bushes rustling in the twilight.

?Come here? a voice whispered. Micky didn?t know what to do but he knew ?Who are you?? wouldn?t get him an answer.

****

Over the Baxton region, Ho-oh and Rayquaza battled. Passing over the forest hills of the Paring Valley. The twilight showed the lights of people below. Campers amongst the trees looking above as the Rainbow Wings of Ho-oh shined in the light as they were chased by the snake light body of Rayquaza. A sacred fire ball was shot back at Rayquaza. The ball exploded in Rayquaza?s face, bits of the sacred flames crashing down to the woodland, landing deep in the centre of the curved Valley. One of the five campers brought out a camera and started filming the fight. Rayquaza, stunned by the hit started to fall towards the ground. For the days they?d been battling not a single shot had hit, fighting all over the world out of the sight of people. Rayquaza started to fall to the ground back first, letting out a deafening screech, though not as powered as the destructive one he made before. Ho-oh cried a beautiful growl as she celebrated the victory, though the celebration came to early.

The dragon breath of Rayquaza spewed into the left wing of Ho-oh as Rayquaza regained his balance. Now fuelled by more hate, he drove himself head first into the other wing of Ho-oh, using his incredible speed to drill himself up so fast that he was un-seen to the eye, a mere blur. Ho-oh started to fall to the ground but Rayquaza wasn?t done. She was falling quickly but not fast enough. Rayquaza U-turned in mid flight and fired a huge beam of light into the chest of Ho-oh and drilled her to the ground in a second. She didn?t just hit the ground, she went into the ground, breaking through the muddy surface and crashing into the crust of the earth, so deep down that the impact caused the entire Baxton region to shake. The light Ho-oh would usually give was gone, the hole turning to black like Rayquaza?s heart. He now let off a much happier Screech, still not world shattering but loud enough to injure the ear drums of the on looking campers. Rayquaza didn?t care that he was being filmed, in fact, he faced the camera for a perfect face shot before diving off into the night sky.

The didn?t know whether to be happy that they had a fortune worth of film in their hands or sad that they potentially saw the start of the worlds end. The campers Pokeballs exploded open as their Pokemon immediately made their way to aid Ho-oh, most of the campers following except one. She was shaken to the bone just by the thought of what would happen next. She dreaded to think what will be Rayquaza next move yet it was all she could think of as the snake like dragon?s silhouette appeared in front of the giant full moon.

?And they say that a hero will save us, I?m not gonna stand here and wait!? - Hero, Chad Kroeger.

Author Notes: Sorry this took so long to make. I really lost interest with this chapter until the end point so it?s a little crappy in the centre. Anyway, Ho-oh?s done for, who?s next? And who?s in the bushes? And why did I give Trip conversation time? All those questions will get answered at some stage. Trip really has a background role in this which kinda sucks so I?m trying to give him a decent spot, but still, Peter and Purity will still be the main supporting roles. By the way, Dragonfree created the character Zuidra as you can probably guess. Someone at school was asking me 'why is everyone Dude or Dudess' so now I call everyone that in front of him, that?s where the Purity thing came from. Another thing I forgot to mention in author notes *edits again* Yeah I played Coliseum and I loved the idea of Kids Grid *When I was younger me and my friends made a little unsafe base in a tree-house, obviously not as hi-tech and when your that young you think stupid. Found it entertaining to put them in. Sabrina is really just added for the sake of something added in. Had to remind people of Ho-oh Vs Rayquaza so I added it in.

 

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Just wondering if this is the only place this fan fic is posted? I just wanted to know because if it isn't I want to see what other people think about.

 

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It's also at TPM and Shiny May's site. Haven't got that many fans. I started out *chaps 1-15ish* with around abouts 10 or so but overtime I lost them

 

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Chapter 29: Welcome Aboard

?You?re insecure, I can see the fear that breeds in your heart? - Immortal, Adema

Nervously, Micky approached the rustling bushes, left hand covering Free?s Pokeball, the injured right hand in front of his face, half expecting a punch to fire out of the bush. He knew it was pointless but he asked it instinctively as his face were within touching distance of the bush. ?Who?s there?? he asked.

?Get out of sight? the voice hissed. Micky slowly brushed the bushes aside and made his way into the Harville woodland. In the shadows the silhouette moved swiftly, darting so fast that Micky couldn?t make anything out. Micky chased the figure as fast as he could, eventually frustrating himself to the point he wanted to send his Pokeball flying. As he drew his left hand back a swipe of a stick made Micky drop it, the slap of the stick not to painful but he knew he was dealing with a much faster being. He put himself in fighting formation, left fist clenched, injured hand as clenched as it could get. ?It?s me? the voice hissed, now much more recognisable.

?Necromancer?? Micky asked, now even more ready to fight. ?Well come on then!? Micky ordered viciously.

?I?m not after a fight. Look, I dunno what came over me but when I attacked you it wasn?t me? Necromancer tried to explain. He was showing emotion, his voice desperate for forgiveness and Micky fatherly unsure about talking to him. Micky continued to keep his fists raised and clenched. ?Calm down please? Necromancer pleaded, not after a war with Micky. ?Poltergeist told me you wanted to go to Kanto so I got you these? he said. In his hand were what was effectively his bribe. Six, shiny white tickets, all looking real. ?There are six tickets for you and the rest of your friends to go on the SS Anne? he said, handing them to Micky. ?The SS Anne will take you to Vermillion in Kanto for five days, then Mossdeep island for two, Sootopolis City for three and then Dewford for another two before bringing you back to Rustboro. Overall you?ll be gone for two and a half weeks if you include the travelling time and as far as I know you are welcome to leave the boat to surf about at any time so long as you don?t disrupt it?s course.?

?What the **** is wrong with you?? Micky asked sarcastically. ?Where the **** did the emotions from?? Micky asked, his fists no longer up and his mindset no longer on ?Fight.?

?Aside from Poltergeist you?re the only friend I have? Necromancer stated bluntly, frustrated that he was saying this. ?Some guy is ****ing with both our minds? Necromancer stated, his voice full of anger and hate but mostly the urge for forgiveness.

Micky turned his head from Necromancer and thought. ?God this guy really is sad. He may be a legendary trainer but me as his only friend, ****, he really is a screwed up loser? his masculine hateful side speaking. Then came the sweet, sensitive feminine side saying ?Give him a break, he had a horrible childhood and between then and now his entire life is a mystery. People are scared of him so give him a break. Be proud that your helping him.? Finally came the very bland side of Micky which was thinking ?You?re a loser to Micky, your talking to yourself dip ****. Dude, just say I forgive you and be done with it.? That was the side Micky listened to as he said ?I understand? to Necromancer, holding out his left hand for shaking saying ?I forgive you.?

?Thanks? Necromancer nodded, shaking Micky?s hand, this time not crushing it under his mighty strength, simply a kind handshake. It took Micky a while ,thinking Necromancer would let go but in the end he had to pull his hand from his loose grip, thinking ?he needs people skills.?

Micky brushed his hair with his left hand to make it seem like he only pulled away to do that and said ?So, why you sign me up for going to Mossdeep and Dewford Island??

?There are three gyms for you? he replied. ?I signed you up for battles there.? Micky didn?t even know there were gyms on the islands there but he was angered that he was signed up and didn?t even know about it.

?Why the **** you do that, I didn?t even know there were gyms on the two islands, although he knew there was one at Sootopolis. How the **** am I suppose to beat them?? Micky asked.

?Free will slaughter all of them. Mossdeep Gym is a Psychic Gym, Sootopolis is a Water Gym and Dewford Gym is a Fighting Gym.?

?Wow, what an amazing lesson Yoda. Tell me of your wise and wonderful secret for HOW THE **** THAT?S GONNA WORK? Micky said sarcastically, shouting at Necromancer near the end in frustration. He really didn?t need the embarrassment that losing in the three gyms would bring.

?You?ll do it? he said. ?You have three experienced trainers and two and a half weeks, you?ll be fine? Necromancer smirked.

?Look, whatever, I better get going anyway? Micky replied.

He slowly walked away from Necromancer but after making it at least ten feet from Necromancer he shouted ?Wait? to Micky, a Pokeball in hand. It was much different from a normal one, looking to be custom made for Necromancer. The upper semi-sphere was deep black barely visible to the eye in such dark lighting, the shadows cast by the trees hiding the twilight from the Pokeball. The lower half was purple. Upon the upper semi-sphere was the emblem of Necromancer. It was cut into the Pokeball and coloured gold, appearing like a T with an X at the bottom with a point below the centre of the X, it?s meaning not known to anyone but whenever seen people knew it meant Necromancer. ?Take Poltergeist with you? he ordered, though more of a ?it?s for your own good? order.

?But?? Micky started, but Necromancer interrupted immediately.

?If that freak, Nightmare or whatever you call him turns up, I won?t be around and you?ll be defenceless. Poltergeist will be able to help you, he?ll know what to do. Just make sure the public don?t see him unless it?s absolutely necessary? Necromancer explained.

Micky couldn?t argue with that, it made perfect sense and the reality was that the legendary champion Poltergeist by his side, Nightmare wouldn?t want to show his ugly face, though he?d never really seen it, he just assumed it was ugly by the fact it was hidden from sight. Micky took the Pokeball and clipped it to his belt, hiding it under the loose jacket. Micky started to head back for the house but turned to say goodbye, realising he hadn?t said it. There was no Necromancer there to say goodbye to. He?d disappeared from sight. Micky checked his pocket and belt to see if the tickets and ball remained. He definitely had come but how he?d disappeared so quickly was what confused Micky.

He made his way through the woodland area and headed for the door, slowly closing it behind him and removing his shoes. He softly made his way up the steps to the roof to find Purity up and awake, sternly staring at him like his father would when he came home late. ?Where were you?? she asked. It was amazing, she had actually turned into a female teenaged version of his father.

?Went for a stroll in the woods? Micky said sarcastically, though technically telling the truth.

?With who?? she asked, hearing him faintly in the distance while he was gone.

?Myself? Micky lied, knowing she would bombard him with questions. His jacket flapped up and she noticed the new Pokeball upon his belt. She recognised it as the custom made ball of Poltergeist?s. She knew that Micky was talking to Necromancer when he disappeared into the woods.

?You were talking to Necromancer weren?t you?? she asked, not liking that at all. She thought of him as a poison, one that if slipped into your mind would slowly turn it to being as psychotic as Necromancer?s.

?So what if I was?? Micky asked in a cocky tone, the levitating candles that Micky had received from Necromancer lighting up with joy knowing that Micky had spoken to their previous owner. Micky burned a piece of paper into each of their flames for their days food before turning back to Purity.

?Don?t you get it Micky. He?s like a virus, if we catch it we?re all gonna die? she stated desperately trying to make Micky hate the guy.

?The way I?m going, he?s the only cure for the virus I got? Micky said, referring to Nightmare as he called him.

She had nothing to say to that, she knew that on that case he may be right and in no way could she pin it on Necromancer. Instead she changed the subject to ?What did he want?? asking the question with crossed arms and a grumpy tone.

?He wanted to *** rape you? Micky spat sarcastically, seeing she wasn?t to happy with that comment on her face.

?Seriously?? she asked.

?He gave me these? Micky said, taking the SS Anne tickets from his jacket pocket and handing them to Purity. ?And this? Micky continued, grabbing Poltergeist?s ball from his belt. ?Hopefully I?ll be safe with Poltergeist?s protection? Micky smirked.

?We?re going to Kanto?? she asked, counting the six tickets.

?Yep, then Mossdeep, then Sootopolis, the Dewford and then we?ll finally be back here? Micky replied. ?A nice two and a half week vacation? Micky smirked to her, thinking ?See, Necromancer aint that bad a guy? with his tongue hanging out childishly in his mind.

?Sweet? she said, just about as stoner-like as Micky?s ?Dude? and ?Dudess.? She noticed Micky?s look and tried to change what she was saying going ?I meant great? but she knew Micky had already picked up on her mistake.

?See, you sound just as much like a stoner as I do.?

?So what, it?s your fault, your language rubbed off on me? she said, laying the blame on Micky.

?Sure it is? Micky smirked sarcastically. ?You know you love it? he finished, still as sarcastic and annoying as ever.

?You sure you want to get rid of Scy?? she asked, changing it to a much more serious subject. She knew there was no turning back on Micky?s mind now he had the tickets, she really just had to be sure Micky felt sure about what he was doing, considering Scy had been the main Pokemon on his team since Micky had got him. His relationship with him the most complicated yet the most special on his team. She just couldn?t help but think ?Why would anyone accept a Pokemon that tried to kill him and actually killed someone else in front of them.?

?Got no choice. He doesn?t like me anymore, in fact I doubt he liked me in the first place? Micky said, chuckling half a laugh.

?Well, as long as your sure this Zu, Zu?? she started to think and looked at Micky for help.

?I dunno either? Micky said, chuckling half a laugh.

?Well, so long as you?re sure Micky? she said.

?I am? Micky smirked. ?Thanks? he said, grabbing the tickets out of her hand and putting them back in his pocket.

?When we gonna tell them about the tickets?? she asked.

?They?re going?? Micky laughed, for a moment acting like it was just gonna be the two of them. ?I dunno, tomorrow I guess? he replied.

?K, g? night? she said, seeing Micky heading for his Hammock.

??Night? she smiled back, throwing himself onto it. Purity done the same soon after, clicking her fingers for the candles to go out before throwing herself onto her hammock, smiling thoughts about Kanto and the magnificent Vermillion beaches and the gym battles she could get at Mossdeep and Dewford.

****

?We?re going on a cruise?? Karen shouted wide-eyed.

?You serious?? Trip asked.

?Yes and Yes? Micky smirked.

?Cool? Trip smirked.

?Dude, that is probably the most kick *** thing you?ve done and?well, ok you aint done many kick *** things but you get the point? Peter said, his voice full of glee.

?You really are a stoner aren?t you? she said disdainfully to Peter.

?And you?re a *****, we?re even? Peter replied just as spitefully.

?Hey! Hey!? Micky said, getting between the two, pushing them apart. Without even realising it he was brushing Purity?s hair behind her shoulders, though he didn?t know why. ?Calm down Dammit!? Micky ordered. ?Just be happy dammit? Micky ordered again, his tone slightly lighter.

?I can?t go? Marty said, being the buzz kill.

?What?? all of them asked.

?I can?t go? Marty said.

?Why not?? Micky asked, feeling like he?d paid for the tickets himself by getting himself attacked by Necromancer.

?I get sea sick really easily? he replied. Mick wasn?t sure about Everyone else but he knew this was a lie.

?Fine? Micky said, acting like he believed him to goad the rest of the group with him.

?Gonna be no fun without you? Peter said depressively but with easy acceptance of Marty?s decision. ?Who?s gonna buy the alcohol?? he smirked, trying to lighten the mood.

It was a foul stench of separation. Marty had really became one of the group to everyone, with Trip being a very late addition he wasn?t sure if he was even in the group, but the tickets to the S.S Anne made it clear to him that he was, along with Marty. ?Anyway, I have to get into Rustboro to do my job? Marty said out loud, changing the subject. ?I?m sure you guys need to get some holiday supplies and so forth so I?m assuming you?ll be coming? Marty said, a pretty accurate assumption. Half groaned ?Yeah?s? and ?k?s? were mumbled from the group and Marty walked outside, leaving the five of them alone to chat. Raichu and Kneazy knew that this was a ?Human? discussion and made themselves scarce.

?Well, what we gonna do then?? Karen asked the group who had made themselves into a circle facing each other. Purity and Peter still scowling at each other.

?I gotta trade Scy, I dunno ?bout you guys but I gotta go. If he were to break loose again I?d be thrown in jail and this trainer looks like she?s got the qualities Scy?s after in a trainer.?