King:Hello boys and girls, coming at you live from a secured underground bunker, It is I, King of Shadowed Ones coming in to fulfill your daily allotment of Pure Poke-bliss, welcome kiddies, Grannies, Moms, Pops, any and all poke fans to my newest story, For most of you who know my work I don't usually do T, So I'm going to be trying really hard to do this and here to help me with that and to stop the near infinate number of OC's in this story into an army of Sues is my good friend and cohort KingandCommoner.
KAC:*Dazed* Too many. Must resist drive to like. Must edit. Help. Trapped...
King: It's ok my friend you're done for the day the secritary will give you the complemntry mind wipe on your way out.
KAC: Thank... You *Walking out of room* Reality. must back reality.
King: Well here's the first chapter of the story, happy reading.
Ten Years Earlier:
"Stay here in the Mart with Mark, Son." I watched as my father popped the collar of his signature grey and purple jacket with the League emblem on the back. I looked as he ran a hand through his deep odd colored hair, perfectly matching his jacket. He glanced over his shoulder as he walked out the door and I saw the eye patch with a pokeball printed on it and his one good lavender eye. A smile was on his face as I heard is voice for the last time. "Won't be but a minute."
===[-[-[-HUNTERS-]-]-]===
A group of men in black uniforms were surrounding the blue roofed building; they all carried themselves with a cocky arrogance most likely believing that their numbers gave them the advantage in the situation. They watched as a man walked out from the building they had finished surrounding, he was tall he had a casual gait that showed the roll of a fighter, a killer's grace. The man was whistling hands in his pockets the black and purple satchel pouncing lightly with each step the holster for the tools of his trade obvious on his right side, same side as the black patch.
"Gregory D. Alexzander," One of the men stepped out from the rest he was in a black suit instead of a uniform, his blazing red hair cut and greased back slightly made him almost fashionable. His hand already on a red and white sphere he was bouncing the ball in his hands as he walked forward. "I'd like to ask you to stop right there, It'd be a shame if something was to happen to the Mart."
The purple haired man's one eye went wide as he turned around seeing a couple of uniformed men toss balls into the air he could hear the clasps release on the other side of the Mart he could feel the air temperature rise. He cursed himself for letting Cat take two of his team with him. Palming a ball from inside his sleeve the man called out. "Fair enough you know my name, who are you, you guys aren't any of the syndicates that I've seen before, new players?"
"Nope, old, we're very, very old," The suited man pulled a hat over his head, a black paperboy hat and pulled it low over his eyes. Tossing the ball high into the air he laughed, the ball opening a large black figure landing in front of him large red lined black axe like protrusions came from the creatures mouth long razor sharp claws flexed as it stood high threw back it's had and roared. Behind the creature the man in the suit tossed something to Gregory Alexzander. Catching it the man looked down to see a red R emblazoned on a gold disk.
"… So It's like that then, Let's go Tyrantrum." Tossing the ball he held in his hand forward, he activated the recall function on his left glove and used the flash of light to pull the pistol out from his bag. Most pokemon had hides more than strong enough to stop a bullet, or if not that then the reflexes to dodge one. Their masters on the other hand… He caught the ball as it returned and quickly threw another toward the mart. "Tyrantrum, Sandstorm. Staraptor get Damian and get out of here. Get back to the flat, use Tailwind." The prehistoric king let out a long roar as it whipped its tail around, sending the air around them into a mass of whirling dust. The large bird shot down low to the ground, flying through the glass wall of the mart. Ignoring any pain, it scooped the child onto its back and shot off, knowing that the child would hang on.
Gunshots rang out and the child looked back; several of the men in black suits lay on the ground, their Pokémon confused as the two large, land bound dragons battled, the child saw the Haxorus dive around his father's much larger but slower Tyrantrum and used dual chop on the Pokémon's knees, driving it to the ground. The next thing he saw were meteors crashing down from the sky. He screamed.
===[-[-[-HUNTERS-]-]-]===
Modern Day:
Damian opened his eyes looking around in confusion. He felt movement next to him, and glanced down at the sheets covering his new traveling companion. They had met on the road just a few days ago.
He felt his watch buzzing. Slipping an arm over his new companion and putting on the glasses that went with it, he tapped the watch. An older woman's ethereal form glazed over part of the screen. His mother had aged well, but he could see the lines creased into her face by years of laughter. Her hair had already started to gray, but they still avoided the gold and red braid, preferring to stay in the brown front. He could see a Staraptor sleeping in the house, and he knew that Blast would be out by the river and that Garchomp would be standing guard on the rooftop as he did most nights. He should have known his mother would be calling soon. He had been on the road for a week now, and he had yet to call her. Stretching, he heard his mother's voice slightly irritated.
"Hey Sweetie, I just have a question for you?" The young man let out a sigh, running a hand threw his own orange hair; this was much better than he had hoped.
"Sure Ma, what's going on," trying to keep quiet he slipped on his cargo pants and synching his belt tight. He double checked his pockets as he stepped out the room he and his companion had rented from the Center as soon as they hit town. A Ralts and a Riolu followed the man out and hopped onto his shoulders, each trying to peek a large eye into the screen. The small jackal like creature waved excitedly once he figured out who was on the com, while the spike headed Ralts simply smiled and put a hand to its mouth. Turning so his mother wouldn't be able to see into the room and the girl inside he leaned against the balcony wall.
"DAMIAN D. ALEXZANDER WHY AND WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN, YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE IN SANTALUNE TWO DAYS AGO." The tall youth was almost knocked over sending the two small Pokémon on his shoulder flying off. Shooting forward he grabbed the Ralts by one of his tiny feet as the Rilou bounced off a wall and hopped up catching it's trainers foot trying to keep them all balanced. Light laughter caught all of their attentions, as a short blonde haired girl wrapped in a sheet stood by the doorway. Her deep coal black eyes wide with mirth at the balancing act before her, the boy's figure didn't hurt either. Damian's face paled as he realized that the com was still active and his mother would have seen his new companion… "OR IS THE BETTER QUESTION WHO THE HELL WERE YOU…"
The Ralts flipped up and its foot 'accidently' hit the disconnect feature of the watch. Damian hugged the small pokemon to his chest and collapsed. He looked up again and saw the girl standing there leaning against the door frame looking down at him her smile larger than ever.
"Damian D. Alexzander, well, well, didn't know that my hero is the son of THE Hero." She walked forward and the two pokemon cleared out of the way as she fell into his lap, sitting on it like it was her throne. "So now that we know each other Monsieur Alexzander where to first, I think we should hit the Chateau as soon as we can." She meeped as she was rolled out of the man's lap standing she watched him walk away the Riolu jumping up to ride on his left shoulder. That was when she saw the scars.
Standing up and walking after the boy she heard the door slam on their room, she looked down and saw his Ralts' look up at her, crimson eyes peeking out from its green helmet like top. A hand wandered to its mouth and it cocked its head to the side; it felt sadness coming off of her. Walking forward it tugged on the sheet around her. As if on instinct the girl picked the small pokemon up and hugged it to her chest wondering what she said wrong…
"What'd I do little guy?" She looked down, holding back a tear as she held the pokemon closer. Still, she didn't want to be left alone, that's why she ran away from there, why she kept bothering the boy she met on the road, which in the end turned out to save her life. The Ralts in her arms simply turned its head up slightly and put a small hand on her cheek and a warm feeling filled her. The Ralts' croon made her smile as she tried to figure out where these warm feelings were coming from.
===[-[-[-HUNTERS-]-]-]===
Damian finished shrugging on his shirt, forcing Riolu to jump around to not get knocked off of his trainer's body without getting caught by the fabric. He was aggravated, knew that she had no way of knowing that she shouldn't have said that, no way of knowing that he was the son of Gregory D. Alexander, the youngest commander of the Knights in 20 years and thought to be the greatest trainer barring the King of Silver Mountain. He was aggravated not at her but at himself for not figuring this out by now, fifteen years… it was fifteen years as of a week ago, his birthday. Readjusting his belt slightly, Riolu back in its spot he continued on, knowing that he'd apologize later, that right now he needed to train… Making his way to the desk of the center he nodded to the Joy behind the counter as he walked out and into the small city they had entered. No gym, but he knew there was a spot nearby where he could train with the rest of his crew. Feeling off balance he noticed that his Ralts' wasn't where it was supposed to be… probably back with the girl… Sighing he felt himself think on her, she called herself Bethany.
Was she skilled? Probably. Coordinated? Maybe. Attractive? Most definitely. In the few days he'd known her, she'd nearly been kidnapped three different times. The Rockets had grown immense over the years, but they must hold a serious grudge to keep going after this same girl. Honestly… sighing he went into the woods and pulled out a ball from his belt tossing it up slightly it released letting a small steel covered creature out and about. It looked around cautiously before it made its way over to its trainer. Patting Rilou on its head he made sure no one was around before pulling out a picture it was of his family when they were whole, before his father was killed. They were on an island he was swinging from Garchomp's neck as his father's team enjoyed their vacation alongside their trainer and his family. Damian put the picture away as he looked around his two pokemon. He remained alert as they moved deeper into the woods.
It was a couple of hours before he returned to the center and noticed that he had missed calls. Sighing he queued his mother's number and called her, telling her the story of why he was so late and why he still wasn't where he was supposed to be. Walking into the pokemon center as he closed the call he saw Bethany checking them out, both of their bags on her shoulders. She seemed to have just turned sixteen from what he could gather, after a change in League law about 70 years ago boosting the age by five years and the addition of a written and practical examination before leaving less and less people were taking a trainer's route. Walking over he pulled his bag onto his shoulder and allowed for it to settle properly before he saw Ralts squirm out of her arms and jump on his shoulder. He noticed the slim envelope that the Joy was holding. Slightly curious he looked down at his short companion. She had been crying, the puffy redness made it obvious and judging by the feeling of disappointment he was feeling off of his Ralts most likely over him. He'd make it up to her later. He almost didn't catch the Joy's voice as she spoke.
"Ah so this is your companion then Ms. Kath. I will be letting your father know that you are well. Thank you for your visit, we hope to see you again." Bowing slightly the nurse made her way back a bit futzing with a machine. Checking his bag he noticed that it was more organized then when he left it. Smiling slightly he held up a pair of pokeballs and returned his two friends so they could get some rest. Slipping on his overcoat he followed after the girl.
"Beth," Damian watched the girl walk away, "Beth come on," he was still getting the silent treatment…"Bethany I'm sorry!" She stopped right at the edge of the road and turned eyebrows twitching in frustration, Damian gulped.
"Look here MR. I'M-TOO-STRONG-AND-SILENT-FOR-MY-OWN-GOOD." Damian saw it coming but he could only step forward as a large black sedan drove by and a man in a mid level Rocket uniform reached out and grabbed her right from the street…
"Damn it… Ralts," Damian tapped the ball and the small pokemon appeared at his shoulder looking around for the female human. "Yeah, she's gotten taken… again… ahhh…" Running over to his bike he kicked the engine on and putting the Ralts into the front bin he put a simple helmet on the pokemon who already had its eye's closed and horn glowing getting a lock on the girl. Dropping the break and clutch and punching the gas he shot out in hot pursuit of the girl, his long over coat flapping in the air giving him just the right amount of drag. "Allons-y."
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