Fallen Kanto
Summary: AU. Ash has been away from Kanto for several years, when he returns, he finds his home region has been turned to ashes. Forming a rebellion, Ash seeks the strength to defeat those who destroyed his home. Ash never knew his actions would trigger a global war… Slightly dark Ash. Ash/Dawn Ash/Hilda Other Pairings
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Chapter I: The Fallen Region
Two figures walked steadily along a narrow dirt path. It was dark, however the sunrise was glistening over the horizon; meaning that morning was approaching. The climate was decently cold, perhaps nearing winter, however the season of fall was still in the air. Burnt leaves fell lifelessly onto the dirt path onto the ground below. Periodically, flakes of black ashes would fall from the sky, perhaps result of an explosive going off around the area recently.
A six foot one inch humanoid figure manifested walking along the dirt path. The figure had long, raven black hair that came down and almost covered his even darker eyes. His lean and muscular build was evident through the navy blue v-neck and black trench coat that he wore. The man's trench coat was unzipped from the front so it blew freely in the windy climate. The man also wore a pair of grey pants and black boots; both pieces of attire seemed considerably worn out but were doubtfully useable even in the state that they were currently in. On the front of the man's waist, attached to his brown leather belt hung two sheathed swords, one sword having a regular handle and the other had a handle that resembled brass knuckles. On his hands, the man sported a pair of worn out black biker gloves. A yellow, mouse-like creature, standing no taller than one and a half feet, appeared not to far away from the man.
The two did not walk farther until the path ended, leading them to what used to be a town, however this rural area had been turned to ashes. Anything that could have once been some sort of building had been reduced to rubble, ashes and ruins. As they entered the ruined town, they walked past a sign lying on the ground. The young man squatted down to it and wiped his hand across it. Barely visible on it, he made out a name. "Pallet Town."
The two figures walked through what seemed like an endless amount of piles of rubbish and ruins of what once could have been a very beautiful town or village. They continued through makeshift path 'till they came face to face with ruins of mainly stone and wood, a pile of nothing that was once a very lovely house. The two figures stood in front of the monumental piece of land that was surrounded by yellow patches of grass, a broken fence and mailbox that was cut to pieces for a few moments longer. Suddenly, without any sort of warning, the tall man fell to his knees. The loud and painful sound of his knees making contact with the bare gravel beneath him sounded very painful, however it was probably the least of his concerns at the moment. The silent air was filled with the slight sound of teeth grinding hard, and then the sound of sobbing. Low, soft uncontrollable sobbing coming from the tall, dark figure. The small mouse creature, placed a comforting paw on his partner thigh. Looks of concern and grieve were ever visible on the creature's face.
"I won't let them get away with this…" The low, deep voice of the taller figure rung in the silent air. He rose his head. The sobbing was faint but it was still present. The boy hardly noticed the river of tears flowing from his eyes down his face to finally rest in the ashes beneath him. Unknowingly, the small mouse-like creature also had a tears streaming down his face as he took in the scene. Flakes of ashes rained down on the two figures relentlessly as they stood in silence.
Neither figure said anything for a short while. After a few more moments, the tall figure stood from his kneeling position. He began to tread through the pile of waste. After a few moments, he emerged from the piles with a large plank of wood that was hardly burnt like the rest. He drew one of his blades and began to carve into one of the planks of wood. When he was satisfied with what had been written, he sheathed the sword in its rightful place. By the ruins of the building, in an empty patch of dirty, he stuck the plank of wood firmly in the ground. It was clear what was written.
DELIA KETCHUM
GONE BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN
1967-2015
The figure stood in front of the plank of wood he used as a grave marker for a few more moments in utter silence. After a few seconds he spoke, "Pikachu, we're going, come on".
The short mouse-like figure obliged to the man's wishes and follow in his footsteps as they left the area, flakes of ashes continued to rain down on the area as they walked away, their tears drying on both of their faces.
A green jeep rode quickly and swiftly along a bumpy road deep in the depths of the Viridian forest near Pewter City. Inside the jeep, the driver seemed to be a man in his mid-twenties. He had long spiky brown hair and very tanned skin. He sported a green worn out camo vest and a brown t-shirt underneath. His camouflage sweatpants were in much better condition than his jacket, however his black boots were covered in all sorts of dirt, mud and filth; most likely a result of a lot of walking in different types of dirty terrains. Attached to his belt was as sheathed bowie knife.
In the passenger seat, sat a boy in his late teens, probably eighteen or nineteen who had long, spiky light brown hair that surpassed the length of the man who was in the driver seat. He sported a much cleaner and newer light green jacket and matching sweatpants. He sported dirty black boots as well. On one side of his waist was a sheathed knife that was only a few inches long and on the other side was a large sheathed sword.
In the rear bench of the jeep sat two more figures. One of the figures in the rear was a girl that seemed to be in her very early twenties. She had orange hair that barely passed her shoulders and clear, blue eyes that made the sky jealous. She sported similar camouflage attire like the two men in the front seats, the difference however was that her attire was fitted for her smaller physique, and instead of army sweatpants she wore a pair of green short shorts. Two knifes were sheathed in holsters on both sides of her torso. Next to her on the rear bench of the jeep was a smaller girl that seemed to be in her mid to late teens, maybe around the age of sixteen or seventeen. She had long, light brown hair that fell down to her lower back. She wore a different sort of attire compared to the other three in the jeep. She wore a blue vest and red short shorts; her feet sported white shoes that were a lot less white and a lot more muddy and dirty. Unlike the other three in the jeep, she didn't have a weapon visible in her possession. The trunk of the jeep was relatively empty other than a few rations and medical supplies.
"Misty, Leaf, Gary," The tanned man in the driver seat suddenly spoke as he drove the jeep through the bumpy and muddy path of the forest. "Remember to keep your eyes peeled for any civilian survivors or useful supplies and/or material."
The boy in the passenger seat that was addressed as Gary scoffed silently, "I don't see the point. We drove all the way down to Viridian City from Pewter and we haven't seen any survivors or anything that can be of any use to the rebellion." He spoke as he lazily stared out the side window at the passing trees.
The girl with short orange hair spoke as her eyes scanned the passing scenery, "Don't say that Gary, there's bound to be tons of people out there that were negatively affected by the attack that need our help."
The outbreak that would have eventually lead to the beginning of an argument was suddenly interrupted by the girl with the light brown hair, "Brock, stop the car!" She attempted to shout, it hardly sounded like a shout due to the softness of her voice. However, to avoid any sort of risk, the driver, now known to be addressed as Brock, slammed on the brakes. The three other passengers in the jeep had to hold onto something to avoid sliding too far forward in their seat.
Brock turned around in his seat to face the rear side of the jeep. "What is it, Leaf?" He asked the youngest girl, his voice was clearly alarmed. Leaf gestured out the side window nearest to her. A thin line of smoke emerged from the top of the tree tops, signifying that there was some sort of fire in that relative area. It wasn't too far into the tree line, but it was far enough so that none of the passengers in the jeep could see through the thick trunks of the trees to see what the source of the smoke was.
"Could be survivors." Gary spoke as he examined the smoke that drew the group's attention. "We should go check it out." He suggested.
Brock nodded as he cut the engine of the jeep. "Let's go check it out. Be careful though, let's use the usual formation, and treat this like a threat. Don't let your guards down, this could be a trap." He instructed, receiving simultaneous nods from his group as they all stepped out of the jeep.
Brock walked at the front of the formation, with Misty on his right. Leaf was behind the two of them and Gary was behind her. The three who were armed with weapons, drew their blades. Brock drew his sword, Misty wielded her dual knifes and Gary was armed with his two handed sword. Once they were properly informed, Brock gave the group the signal to begin their slow approach on the area of interest.
After only two minutes of walking into the depth of the trees the group had arrived to the clearing in the middle of the trees. They had stayed hidden and undetected as they scouted the area. Two large white tents were posted up in the clearing, along with two green jeeps. In the very center of the clearing was a lite bond fire. Around the bonfire were eight men that seemed to range from their low thirties to late forties. They were in the midst of what seemed to be their dinner as the sun had nearly completely set at this point. The men were all dressed in white camouflage attire with the same crest of an elegant goose on the left side of their chest. All the men also each had some sort of blade of knife sheathed in their possession.
However, the key point of interest was not the men, it was the two children that were covered in filth and dressed in ripped and worn out clothing. Their hands were bound by handcuffs and they struggled to eat their pieces of what seemed to be stale old bread. It was clear that these two children were not with these men, and were probably some sort of prisoners.
Gary gritted his teeth at the scene in front of him. "What the fuck is going on?" He spoke in a low voice so they could stay undetected.
Brock took a few more moments to examine the scene in front of him. "From what I can tell, they're from the Unova Guard, according to those crests on their uniforms. I see the same crest on the jeeps and the tents. Probably tons of them around Kanto looking for survivors of their attack." He explained.
Gary gritted his teeth harder, "Those bastards…"
"Hurry up with your meals, prisoners" One of the men in the clearing spoke firmly at the kids. They seemed to tremor in fear at the uproar of the older man. "We leave at the break of dawn." Both kids nodded before they began shoving down pieces of bread into their mouths.
It was clear now that one of the children was a boy and the other was a girl. The boy had short brown hair and glistening, beautiful green eyes. The girl, who could easily pass for his sister also had brown hair, although hers was significantly lighter than the boy's. Her hair was quite long, it reached down passed her small torso. They both stood at around four feet tall and couldn't have been older than ten years old.
The group took cover behind a decently sized bush. "Although, Brock, what's the plan? We gotta free those kids before those creeps take them off to Unova and turn them into kid slaves." He said sternly took his squad leader. "We need a plan, and we need one now."
Brock spaced out, trying to think of all the possible options they had. They were outnumbered two to one, and the enemy had hostages they could use against them. There was no time to go back to headquarters and get more man power. By the time they got back, the enemy would be long gone with the children.
Misty's voice snapped Brock out of his daze. "Come on, Brock, snap out of it! What's the plan?"
Brock opened his mouth to speak but before words could emerge, the sound of sword slashes and metal clashing against metal came ringing from the clearing. The group broke their huddle to peak over the bush they were hiding behind. They were all very surprised by what they saw.
One of the Unova Guards' body lay lifelessly on the group near the campfire, blood covered his body and a pool of blood surrounded him. The other seven men stood, surrounding the two figures in the middle of the clearing. All the Unova Guards had their weapons drawn and had taken offensive stances against the mysterious figures.
Surrounded by seven Unova Guards with their weapons drawn, was a dark figure that looked to be in his late teens. In each hand, he wielded a sword and had taken a defensive stance against the men that was surrounding him and his companion. And by his side, a yellow mouse-like creature had taken an offensive stance against the guards.
"Who are you!?" The same Unova Guard that had spoken early demanded an answer from the boy.
The dark figure that was currently surrounded smirked mischievously. After a short pause of silence, he spoke, "My name is Ash Ketchum. You destroyed my home. I want revenge..!"
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