Pokemon: Shadow's of the Past

by XxSoulMasterXx

Five years ago, Team Rocket was destroyed. Five years ago, a boy and his partner were declared heroes. Five years ago, those heroes were killed in the devastation. Five years ago, all of the boys Pokemon go missing. Five years later, a stranger with a dark aura sees the darkness rise, what will happen to the empty shell of our former hero and his friends? Violence and future lemons

1. Prologue

The bitterness remains. No matter how sweet the tea was or how tasty his meal was, it did nothing removed the strong, dark poison the masked man had on his dark mood. He was at least 6'2 with a black jacket to cover his hair. Covering his face was a black mask with a white tear coming out of the left eye. However, the right eye was covered while a red contact pierced through the left one. He wore a necklace that contained a mysterious black pokeball with spikes piercing through everywhere and a large red "H" on front. He wore black jeans and sneakers to finish the wardrobe.

On his left shoulder sat a small electric mouse; yellow fur covering its body with the exception of two brown stripes that crossed its back and multiple scars, two red spots that adorned on his cheeks and a scar right on top of its right eye to the base of his ear. A brown spot starting at the base of its lightning like tail and long ears with black on top. The Pikachu cooed emotionlessly, as he too tasted the bitterness his trainer has.

The one seating on the man's right is a bipedal digitigrade with finger-like digits on its forepaws, while its chest and the exterior of its wrists each feature a single, white spike. It has a large snout and ears, red irises with vertical slit pupils, thighs shaped like baggy shorts, and four small appendages on the back of its head, his entire body riddled with scars. The coloration of this Pokemon's fur is predominantly blue and black. This was Lucario, he could sense the bitterness both his master and friend contained. Not that he blamed them, he too felt and tasted the bitterness himself.

Once they had finished their fill, they left the restaurant. Lucario next to his master as he walked while the Pikachu remained in his shoulder. The three of them shared the same expression and glared at anyone who gave them funny looks, making them on the run.

Hand on his pockets, he felt the hard, yet smooth feelings on certain objects on his pocket. Inside his mask, he let out a silent snarl. He has yet been able to taste sweet and salty. Everything seems bland to the trio.

"Master?" The Lucario asked questionly with the power of Aura.

"I'm fine Lucario." Muttered the dark trainer.

"Pika."

Lucario said no more as he followed his trainer. They made their way to an empty alley looked around sharply, Lucario using aura to confirm they were alone. Satisfied that no one was around, the hooded trainer thrusted to the wall and a black portal opened.

Both Pokemon stared at their trainer questionably. The dark one remained silent for a moment.

"We've got training to do." He said simply.

Both Pokemon nodded. The trainer with the Pikachu on his shoulder went in the portal with the Lucario following. They disappeared and the portal following pursuit.