Hi, guys! It's Phantom Blazer, and I have a new fic! It probably won't be a super long fic, and it might replace Don't Eat the Daisies. It's not a final decision so don't freak out just yet! Anyway, I was on DA and saw these adorable pictures of Ingo and the IV checker, Judge and was inspired to make a fic. Anyway, Please R&R~!
Mein Guter Richter:
Chapter 1: Kalte Tage
Ingo entered the circular plaza of the Gear Station, walking at a brisk pace. His navy tie waved back and forth in the rhythm of his steps. A frown graced his lips, as always, as he went to the Double Subway line to meet up with his brother, Emmet, for a double battle. He was at his office clearing up some paper work that Emmet had forgotten to do again. He sighed; his brother was certainly a handful at times. He could only dream that his brother would one day understand the concept of responsibility. As he continued his way he noticed something odd. A child, with long chestnut hair and hazel eyes, was pacing around a bench. A closer look at the child, Ingo could see that they had shoulder length hair, covering some of the black trench coat they were wearing. He couldn't tell the gender of the child, but assumed it was a girl, considering the short height and small build. As he studied more in depth, he realized that the girl was holding her stomach. Ingo would have shrugged it off if her stomach had protruded from beneath the trench coat. Ingo looked at his watch, he still had enough time.
"Excuse me, miss?" he called to the strange person. She looked up, her hazel eyes in shock.
"Are you alright? Have you been separated from someone?" The child froze and shook her head.
"N-no sir! Everything is fine here… I'm just going to…" As the child tried to dash, Ingo grabbed them by the shoulder,
"Not so fast. I think you should come with me." She gulped, but obeyed the Subway master.
"Now that we're in private…" Ingo said shutting his office door. "You may sit down." He said gesturing to a chair. The girl nervously sat down, still clutching her middle. He sat at his desk adjacent from the child,
"Do you know why I called you here?" The child looked down, refusing eye contact with the black-coated man.
"You are lost, aren't you?" The child bit their lip, still refusing to answer. Ingo sighed,
"It would be much easier if you corporate." The child remained silent, shaking from Ingo's hard gaze. He got up and walked over to her,
"It's alright… I'm not going to hurt you…" Her shaking increased, Ingo knew he could look intimidating, but this was getting ridiculous. Ingo knelt down so he could meet the girl's eye level.
"Would you like to take off your coat? You must be uncomfortable in here." The child shook their head,
"N-no sir! I can't…" Ingo perked up to this,
"Why?" The girl gasped and bit her lip.
"I… just can't…" He stood up,
"Because you'll think I'll find out, right?" The child's head whipped up, their hazel eyes widened in fear.
"You… could tell…?" Ingo nodded,
"Yes. It's really not that hard to tell." The child hissed, and he placed a gloved hand of their shoulder.
"It's alright… You're pregnant, aren't you?" The child stifled a laugh. Ingo raised an eyebrow.
"Well… I guess I do look pregnant, don't I? Truth is, sir, I could get pregnant even if I wanted to. I'm a boy."
Ingo gave him a look,
"What? But, you…" The now identified boy fingered his chestnut locks,
"My hair doesn't really help or the fact that my voice is so high pitched." Ingo placed a hand over his face, he had totally messed that up.
"But, how do you explain that?" he questioned pointing to the boy's stomach. The boy carefully unzipped his trench coat to reveal a Pokémon egg.
"My Arcanine, Calvin passed away a few days ago. Before then, I was lucky enough to have bred him and he produced this egg. I've been trying to hatch it ever since, but it's been so hard because of the nasty weather." Ingo nodded, winter was always nasty in Nimbasa. Yet, there was another question weighing on his mind.
"Where are your parents? You can be older than 13? You also don't have any Pokémon on you, so I doubt you're on a journey." The boy gave a sad smile,
"I'm an orphan, I was kicked out of my orphanage, and I have been roaming ever since."
"Kicked out?" Ingo asked. "I didn't know they could do that." The boy shrugged,
"Well… Kicked out, ran away… same thing." Ingo sighed,
"Not exactly. Why did you run away?" The boy looked down,
"All the other kids treated me so badly, even the teachers were hard on me… I couldn't take it anymore, so I just ran. They probably would have kicked me out anyway…" Ingo placed a finger on his chin,
"I don't think so… Do you remember where the orphanage is located?" The boy nodded,
"Castelia City… But, don't think you can take me back!" Ingo gave him a puzzled look,
"You have no shelter besides there, and it's the middle of winter. You'll die out there. It's amazing you haven't already." The boy sniffled,
"Calvin kept me warm before he passed away.." Before the man could say anything, an almost identical man in white burst through the door.
"Brother! What have you been doing? We have a challenge…" He then noticed the child and smiled,
"Who's this? He looks so lonely." Ingo sighed,
"I don't know… What I do know is that this runaway needs to go back to the orphanage." The boy glared,
"You can't make me, mister! I won't go back! I refuse!" Emmet forced his brother back from the stubborn child,
"Wait a minute, brother! Let's not lose our heads…" he turned to face the boy.
"Why don't you want to go back?" The boy growled,
"Everyone treats me so bad there! It's like I'm worthless! They probably don't care that I ran away." Emmet hugged the boy,
"How sad! That's very horrible! Ingo… Isn't there something we could do?" Ingo sighed,
"We could drop him off at the Nimbasa orphanage, if he refuses the one in Castelia."
"No! I don't want to go back to an orphanage! They'll treat me just the same!" Ingo began to lose his patience,
"What? Do you suppose you can stay at the Gear Station?" The boy thought about it and nodded,
"Sure. Sound's good to me." Ingo scoffed,
"The station closes at 8, and no one's allowed access but staff. Good luck, getting pass security." The boy glared at the Subway master,
"You can't do this!" He turned to the boy,
"I'm a Subway Master, I enforce the rules." The boy frowned,
"B-but…!" Emmet spoke up,
"Why doesn't he stay with us." Ingo turned to his brother,
You can't be serious! We have jobs to do! We can't take care of some child!" Emmet gave him a puppy dog look,
"Please, brother! He looks so depressed and alone! He doesn't even have any Pokémon. I'd feel bad if we left him on his own." Ingo was about to retort when the boy's stomach growled loudly. Both brothers turned to look at the boy who was grinning sheepishly.
"Sorry… I haven't eaten anything for a couple days…" Emmet crossed his arms and looked at Ingo,
"If he can't stay with us, the least we could do is give him a meal and a night to stay." Ingo removed his black hat and ruffled his slick back hair,
"Fine… But only for a night…"
I hope you've enjoyed this so far! I had a blast writing it and a hope you enjoy reading it. I don't own Ingo, Emmet, Pokémon or any of the places mentioned. Only the boy.