Chapter One: Rebirth
They say that, every one hundred years, children are born. These aren't your ordinary, run-of-the-mill babies, however. These children are said to be the reincarnations of beings known as Pokémon. Not just any Pokémon, though, they are the reincarnations of legendary Pokémon. These children have powers and features like those of the Pokémon they are the reincarnation of. They are both respected and feared for the power they hold. Sounds like the beginning of some epic fairy tale, doesn't it? What if I told you the rumors were true, and that these children really did exist?
Yeah, I wouldn't really believe it either if I wasn't one myself.
We're born into normal, human families. Not that we aren't human, because we are. We're just...different. Sometimes there are very unusual circumstances surrounding our birth. I heard that one such child was born in a hospital that had been in the middle of a raging typhoon. My birth wasn't quite that special. I, Kali Yumi Kurosawa, was born to my Japanese father and Indian mother. It was a very normal birthing. The only thing that was unusual was my appearance. It isn't normal for a baby to have a yellow crescent-like marking emblazoned around her eyes and nose. The doctors didn't really know what to think. After all, I was healthy and normal in all other ways. My hair and eyes were a normal color, which kind of made me an oddity in a sense. Most of these children seemed to have oddly-colored eyes or hair, or even both. Not me, though. I had black hair and brown eyes, just like my parents and my older sister Akira. Of course I didn't know all of this when I was just a baby, but that's what I know of from my pictures and my parents.
We lived in Raipur, a large city near the middle of India, mainly because my mother loved the atmosphere and could barely speak a word of Japanese. My father didn't seem to mind. As he has told me, "sometimes you have to make sacrifices in love". I guess one of his sacrifices is being away from his homeland. We were quite a normal family at first. Mother stayed home and took care of me while Father worked as a business manager or something like that. Akira was almost a teenager by the time I was born, eleven years older than me, but she loved me anyway, despite my crazy antics. I was always running around and getting myself into the oddest situations, like the one time when I was three and managed to get myself stuck in the laundry bin. She had shaken her head and pulled me out of the bin anyway. I had pulled on her long black hair and she had laughed, her brown eyes sparkling with joy.
And then there was Agni and Saraswati. They were my best friends, and we went everywhere together. Saraswati, who went by Saras, was the shortest of us and the...roundest as well. She had long hair which she kept in two pigtails on the side of her head. Her eyes were so dark a brown they could have been mistaken as black. Agni was the complete opposite of Saras. Where she was short and stocky, he was tall and gangly. His hair was short, and his eyes were so pale that they looked white sometimes depending on the lighting. While she had soft, round features, his were sharp and angular. The only similarities they had in appearance was that they were Indian and they had the same black hair as I did. We were all the same age, and they had been with me for as long as I could remember. I didn't really understand why nobody seemed to notice that Agni and Saras were even around, but when I was young I didn't really care so much.
It was when I was seven that life started changing. On the night of my seventh birthday, as I looked into a mirror, my eyes and the tips of my hair turned a deep red right in front of me. None of my family understood what was going on. My parents tried dying my hair black again, as they hoped that maybe I had gotten my hands on some red hair dye. That didn't really explain the red eyes, but they were desperate. However, the next morning the red had reappeared as strong as ever. After three days of this constant cycle, my parents gave up trying to change it back. The red was there to stay. Saras had been just as confused by it as my parents were, while Agni absolutely loved it and thought it looked cool. As for me, I was both confused and happy with this change.
Almost a year later, me, Agni, Saras, and Akira were in Akira's room playing. Well, more like Akira and I were playing and Agni and Saras were asleep on the floor. I don't exactly remember what had happened, but suddenly dark shadows started pouring out of me and surrounded Akira. Akira had shrieked in pain and scrambled away, trying to get away from the shadows. I had been scared as well, as I didn't understand what was going on. The shadows continued to spread until Mother ran into the room, having heard Akira's cries for help. The worst part was that Akira, my sister who I loved, blamed me for it! She claimed that those shadows had come from me and that I had tried to hurt her. I had done no such thing!
Two days after that incident, a mystic showed up at our house. She was an older woman, much older than my parents were. Her face had a few wrinkles, and her hair was white with gray mixed in it. It wasn't these features that I took notice of; it was her eyes. Her eyes were such an intense green that I felt she could see every little detail of my life with one glance. It both unnerved and fascinated me. So when she told my family that I was the reincarnation of a legendary Pokémon, it didn't surprise me in the least. She told us that I was the soul of Giratina, and that there were people out there who would want to use my powers for themselves. My sister's eyes widened in fright at that, while I was just confused. What was Giratina, anyway, and why did my sister seem so terrified of it? It wouldn't be until later that I would read that Giratina was an extremely aggressive Ghost-and-dragon-type legendary, and that it was so violent that it had been banished to a realm called the Distortion World, a place where gravity was twisted and that time and space itself were distorted. Giratina was the reason that those shadows had appeared.
A month later, Akira had told my parents that she was leaving to go to college in the United States. She had packed all of her stuff and just left one day. She didn't even say goodbye to me. At first, I had asked where she went. My parents told me she went to say goodbye to her friends and that she would come back to say goodbye to me as well. I waited, and she never came back. Eventually my parents told me that she didn't want to say goodbye to me, and that they had just wanted to protect me from the truth. That night I had screamed in anger, shadows pouring out into my room and surrounding Agni and Saras, who seemed completely unaffected. I was so upset that I didn't even notice then. Akira had left without even saying goodbye to me, her eight year old sister who couldn't understand why she had left like that. I told myself I would never forgive Akira for what she had done to me. Agni and Saras tried to comfort me, but I had been beyond being comforted. Finally, I had calmed down and fell asleep, but the hatred for my sister would remain.
Time passed, and I still hated her, her actions, and sometimes even myself. Because I knew now that I had caused her to leave; that she had left because she had been scared of her own sister and what she was capable of. Sometimes I would just sit and wonder why me? Why was it that I had to be different, that I had to be a reincarnation, and of such a fearsome Pokémon at that? Why couldn't I just control my powers, or not even have them at all? Why did Akira have to leave when she did? Why couldn't she just accept me for who I was? Why, why, why? My life seems to be filled with nothing but whys. Why this, why that, why everything.
I would soon find out that this was just the beginning of the hardship I would have to face.
Hello all! It's me, Ylva, here with another Pokémon story! When I thought I would be writing another story, I didn't think it was going to be so soon or that it wouldn't be Anima's New Perspective (which I'm working on). This was literally out-of-the-blue. No, I haven't given up on my other stories (yes plural as I'm getting around to finishing the beginning of Anima's New Perspective)! I just had the sudden inspiration to write this one. So, enough of that and to what this story is, exactly.
This is a parallel story of sorts to the story Spirits by Clarified Conundrum featuring my OC, Kali. If you haven't read Spirits yet, I strongly encourage you to read it as well. Seriously, I love it so far. So go read it. Like now. :)
I don't own Spirits or Pokémon. The only thing I own is my OC Kali Yumi Kurosawa.
Edit: Made a typo which I fixed (was supposed to be "were" instead of "where") as well as changed a word somewhere in there (from "with" to "in" or something like that). Yeah, I forgot to proofread...of course I did. So sorry about that!