This is a relatively new place for me to be. Not in fan fiction, oh god, no. Rather, Pokemon fan fiction is a new place for me to tread.
However, I hope this turns out well
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Flames billowing, scorching the grounds.
Thunder striking, razing the floors.
The marble ripped asunder as the two figures engaged in a heated dance of passion and anger, shredding through the air with power. Bringing itself back, the large black Dragon-type roared deafeningly; immediately receding into a sphere of electrified power.
Its opponent was ready. Its large, white draconic unleashed a powerful torrential blaze upon the blacker Dragon, each attack colliding. Wind pressure, slicing through the air like bread, covered the wrecked war-ground of the castle. The air around the combatants was a heavy ocean of pressuring trepidation.
Which attack would break through? What would be the outcome?
So transfixed on the dueling goliaths, Touko had nearly missed the loud cry of her opponent. "Zoroark, Focus Blast!" whipping her head back, her eyes widened as the Illusory Fox rushed in on her Pokémon ally; a ball of white power charged sufficiently in its hand.
Touko reacted quickly. "Hydreigon, Dragon Pulse!" the Brutal Pokémon replied in a roar of anger, unleashing twin spheres of emerald green draconic energy. The attacks collided, blasting into an explosion of light and power.
Amazing.
"Well thought out," she heard his voice say. Turning her glare, she transfixed her eyes on the man donned in the ornate cloak of a King, long green locks waving in the wind. "I'd expect no less from you, Touko!"
Praise. That's what he was giving her.
In a battle for their lives; for the fate of the world? Why? Touko didn't understand it, herself. Why was he praising her, even though they were sworn enemies who believed in completely different concepts? Truth and Ideals, light and dark. Black and White…
Stay focused! Touko berated herself; though the task wasn't nearly as easy as she'd thought. With Reshiram and Zekrom fighting overhead, each of the Dragons exchanging blow after blow of overwhelming force; it was hard to keep concentrated on the sheer number of things that could go wron-
"Zoroark, Focus Blast again!"
Touko's attention went steadfast, turning to her Hydreigon. "Hydreigon, do-" it was far too late. The attack had made contact, sending the three-headed Dragon-type plummeting to the ground. "Hydreigon!" the Brutal lay on the floors of the long-dried waterfall beds in the room, eyes closed to the world.
Taking out its PokéBall, she pointed the sphere at the Brutal Pokémon. "Return, Hydreigon!" as the red ray zapped back her friend, she whispered to it. "I'm sorry. You did really well, so take a nice long rest," she put the sphere away, turning her attention to N.
The man sat, smirking over his victory. "Well then, Touko; it seems you're out of options," his deep voice, laced with smug and confidence, carried through the noisy halls like a muffled phantom.
Touko gulped as reality set in. Hydreigon… had been her last. The realization only helped to fuel her already fragile nerves.
Shit! Touko certainly was in a predicament. Hydreigon had been her last active Pokémon. She would forever curse sending out Samurott first, letting her strongest Pokémon be defeated so easily by N's Legendary. This is where she'd wish that the rule of six Pokémon per party didn't apply.
N glanced up at Reshiram and Zekrom, the two actively clashing in midair. The ceiling had long since been broken through, the Pokémon bursting free into the air to continue their bout. Zekrom was trying its absolute best, as was Reshiram. Thunder after Fire Blast completely ripped the skies apart, tearing the clouds into husks of blackened puffs.
N called out to his Legendary Pokémon. "Reshiram, finish Zekrom quickly! We have not the time to hold a stalemate!" the Vast White Pokémon obliged, its eyes glowing as its mouth began to emanate an orange power. Touko knew all too well the power that attack possessed.
"Zekrom, attack!" the ambiguous command left the Legendary Pokémon to completely choose for itself. Rushing in, it powered its most powerful technique; the energy of Bolt Strike billowing from around him. As he charged in, Zekrom's straight line path was completely predicted; Reshiram's Hyper Beam making direct contact.
"Zekrom!" Touko's voice was loud, pleading. As the Dragon fell from the sky, so did her hopes. Her body shook, her hands trembled. Her legs threatened to give, her entire lower body shuddering like an Excadrill's Earthquake. Sweat beat down her face, her eyes wide and showing complete disbelief.
Why? Why was she so scared? Why was it that now, of all times, she'd chosen to show her weakness?
Running over, past N, Touko rushed up the small set of stairs; passing by the throne with only a fleeting glance. Rushing behind the throne, she looked out into the far-down distance.
"Zekrooom!" she called out. If anyone besides all in the room could hear her then, the complete feeling of dread would've been evident. Her long, brunette hair; having lost her hat and ponytail coming loose, waved in the wind slightly from the altitude, the sky clearing from the ordeal of the Tao Duo's airborne struggle.
A sigh was heard from behind, catching the attention of the young girl. Turning, she faced her adversary; eyes narrowed in anger, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. N's eyebrow raised curiously. "Now, why give me that look, Touko? Are you angry that you were bested by a better opponent?" his voice was calm; sickeningly, annoyingly calm.
It pissed her off to no end. She felt as though her stomach was churning, the rumblings of utter defeat rolling her insides into mush. How… how had things gone so utterly wrong? Clenching her quaking fists, she turned back to look over the edge. The ground below was nothing but solid stone… and water. The surroundings of the Pokémon League was worn and torn, weathered from the rising of Plasma's Castle Headquarters…
She had come here to win. She'd come to battle and defeat N, save the region; no, the world from his goal. And what had she only accomplished at doing? She failed…
"Ah, the sting of utter failure is always the worst part of battling," a booming voice echoed through the halls. Whipping her head around, she watched in horror as the Head of the Plasma Sages, Ghetsis, walked leisurely down the hall of the throne room.
The anger and sadness must've been as clear as crystal, as Ghetsis then said; "No need to look so upset. As said before, you were merely bested by a better opponent. It happens to all of us," for a minute, his voice sounded comforting. But then, it all came crashing through the wall. "However, this particular loss was at a much higher price than most battles. Losing this will cost you more than just your pride."
Touko bit her lip, stifling the cry that threatened to rip from her chest. Closing her eyes, it took all of the willpower she had left to not let the tears fall. 'Dammit… God dammit!'
A coarse hand touched her face, causing her to open her eyes in alarm. Looking up, she gazed at the Plasna Sage's comforting expression in apprehension. His eyes were… smoldering. Peering through her very soul.
It was frightening.
"You see girl, you've put forth your ideals against our King's truth. However, it is obvious that ideals were nowhere near as powerful as the truth. As is the course of nature, I suppose," the man's voice held a smugness made quite apparent. "You've been defeated, unable to battle… this time," his hand rubbed the skin of her face, trailing down her arm slowly.
Backing up a bit, she was only inching closer to the open ledge of the blown-in castle walls…
"Father, wait…" she heard N say from behind the man's large cloak.
"Patience, my King. I am merely testing the waters," he replied simply, his hand reaching the girl's belt. Her eyes widened as she looked up at the man, his smirk growing into a grin at her horror's expense.
Was he… going to rape her? Here?
As he began to unbuckle her belt, her breathing became coarser. 'No…!'
"Father, stop this!" N yelled, earning a glare from the man as he turned to face his insolent King of a son.
"Quiet yourself, my King!" he snapped back, angrily.
Touko couldn't take it. She wouldn't lose her battle, her hope, her Legendary, and be victimized all in one fell swoop! And so she did what she could, followed her very first instinct…
And pushed. With a loud grunt of effort, she pushed with all of her strength.
The girl's eyes widened as both of the men turned to her, everything seeming to go in slow motion. As she tripped back, watching her feet fall from under her; her belt was undone. Her PokéBalls were strapped to compartments on the band, the band of the accessory seemingly waving goodbye to her in the wind.
And she fell from the Castle.
"Touko!" she heard a man's yell, along with another.
"Toukooo!" a boy's yell joined him. They were familiar.
Champion Alder… and Cheren. They'd made it.
Letting out a loud scream, Touko plummeted down the side of the building, past the protrusions of the ledges. The wind whizzed past her, blasting her ears with pressure unimaginable. Her screams were muffled by the rush of wind pressure blowing through her, hair haphazardly whipping upward as she continued her downward plummet.
And finally, she hit something; unceremoniously and hard, she made impact with a ledge, letting out a brief grunt of agony. The pain that wracked through her was brief, as she soon found herself going numb. Her senses began to dull as she fell over once more, unable to scream out her pain. Her head had taken most of the damage, her mind scrambled as she fell.
She could barely make out the familiar roar of a certain Deep Black Pokémon as it rushed its way toward her falling form.
And she blacked out.
Watching Touko fall, Cheren's sapphire eyes lit with intense rage. His senses were overridden as he glared towards the lime-haired men. "You bastards!" he spat, venom lacing his voice.
N couldn't stop looking toward the ledge, his eyes wide at Touko's demise.
Ghetsis, on the other hand, merely laughed. "Bastards? Yes, you may believe that; but she was merely a pawn in a game much larger than herself! She accepted her fate, battled, and lost. There is no excuse for complete failure!" he gloated. "Our King bested her in a battle to determine the fate of the Unova Region, and she failed! She was weak!"
"Fuck you! What would you know about strength?" Cheren ground his teeth angrily. "You do nothing but allow your pawns to do your work! How the hell would you-" the boy was cut off by a hand on his shoulder.
"Cheren… it's alright," Alder's voice was shaky, unsure.
"What? Alright? Nothing is alright!" Cheren turned his glare on the washed-up Champion. "Touko, she… she's… god dammit!" the boy couldn't help the tears that threatened to fall.
Alder squeezed the boy's shoulder. "Chere-"
Cheren glared at the Sage and King, taking out a PokéBall. "I'll battle in her stead! I'll defeat you both and-"
Ghetsis cut him off. "And what? Avenge her? Hah! A laughable concept, at best," the man's haughtiness severely grinded on the boy's nerves.
Growling, Cheren threw two of the spheres out. "Serperior, Haxorus; come out now!"
The Regal and Axe Jaw Pokémon come out with their respective roars of anger, readying themselves for battle immediately.
Alder looked to Cheren. "I won't let you battle alone!" the man stated, taking out his ball.
Ghetsis only smirked. This victory would be an easy, albeit a messy, one.
Taking out his own sphere, the man said only one statement.
"Hydreigon, kill them."
'Where… am I?'
The black was all-consuming.
"Touko!"
Who?
"Wake up!"
Wake up? Was she asleep?
"Touko, please! Wake up!"
Who was… that?
"No! Touko!"
What? Who is that?
"Touko, please!"
Touko? Who was that?
"Please, don't die! Please, don't take her! Touko, please!"
Touko… there was that name again… Touko…
Who is… Touko?
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I hope you all enjoyed that first chapter. It took almost… a week to get the basic concept out of the way. I hope this turned out okay. So, leave a rating and review?
Thanks, again! See you for Chapter 2!