Kaiser
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However, all fictional characters and their designs in this story (excluding what they are based off of) are owned by fellow writers and I.
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Contains excessive violence, language, venereal themes, and adult themes that may seem offensive to certain people.
-Character designs, respectively credited-
Elliot - Twin Hearts of Fire and Ice
Julie - zombicidal-maniac
Graham & Lilynette - Gigolo Von Spicypants
Imara - ScaledWolf
Shiro - Jaylyn 13
Nero & Kaz - KenTheAuraGuardian
Kiro & Shilo - Jestie Uchiha
Special thanks to XStrawberryDuckFeathersX for beta-reading
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New York City
~6:30 PM, Wednesday, August
That brief wave of overwhelming nausea had come again, just like it had always done so before every fight. A young man wearing a black coat stood by himself in a large alleyway, separate from the two dense crowds of city folk that trapped him on either side. He clutched his stomach, struggling to keep from collapsing as the crowd roared and cheered. He regained stability and clenched his fists together, a grave expression taking over his face, that same trademark look that he was known to wear most of the time.
The man wiped away the sweat that had accumulated on his face during his anxiety attack. His black, coarse hair was fairly short. Thin strands of gelled hair hung limply over his forehead like bangs. The lower half of his face was spotted with a dark 'five o'clock shadow', of which he had neglected to groom. His body was thin and in fit shape. Apart from the beard, he was an overall cleanly guy, unlike the rest of the typical entrans and fans who inhabited downtown Manhattan. His cold, blue eyes stared down his opponent, who stood at the other side of the alley, returning the glare. An open circle detached the two parties of fans from each other. This circle was colloquially deemed the 'rink' and was where all the athlifends took place. The two entrans, their fighters, the judge, and the bet-taker were only allowed in the rink during fights.
"Keep calm, folks," the judge ordered, trying to the best of his ability to keep the crowds from rushing into the circle. "It's time," he notified the bet-taker. He positioned himself in the middle of the rink and beamed at the fans. "Ladies and gentlemen, without further ado, I shall announce the entrans and their fighters!" The judge received a blaring applaud from the crowds. He extended his arm towards his left and pointed at the man with the black coat. "Coscrown and his scyther!" The crowd boomed. The judge then extended his other arm towards the opposing forces. "Kenly and his electrike! The reward will be one hundred. As for the fellow fans, the bet-taker will be coming around and accepting bids. As usual, if the one you route for is the winner, your bid will be doubled."
The bet-taker weaved throughout the crowd, gleaning money in two top hats, one for Coscrown's bids and the other for Kenly's bids. Mr. Coscrown used the short break to give his fighter a last second pep talk.
"Listen, Kai," he rested his hands on the scyther's shoulders. "You may have a disadvantage out there, regarding your type, but I've known you for long enough to know that you won't go down easily, especially to an amateur, unevolved opponent. Do your best and I'm sure you'll be fine."
The scyther simply nodded and turned from his trainer, readying himself for the fight. His long, scythe-like arms clawed at the concrete ground, eager to feel the familiar sensation of cutting through the skins and bones of his competition. The green scales that coated his body glistened in the red sunlight that barely reached the confines of the alleyway. He wore the same solemn look that his entran did.
The bet-taker returned to the judge and presented him with the hats.
"Excellent!" exclaimed the judge as he made his way to the edge of the rink. "Ladies and gentlemen, the athlifend will begin in thirty seconds. Competitors, use this final opportunity to prepare yourselves."
Mr. Coscrown stared blankly at his fighter's opponent: the electrike. It sat next to its trainer with a proud smirk on its face. Its beady eyes were affixed on Kai. Coscrown then averted his eyes from the small Electric-type to the hats that were held by the bet-taker. The hat labeled 'Kenly' was practically overflowing with money, whereas the hat labeled 'Coscrown' had money barely exceeding the rim of it. He fell into a trance, his expressionless eyes glued onto the hats.
Athlifend verb from Latin athli "prize" + fend "to strike"
- The competitions of which two or more trainers use their pokémon to fight in an unorganized and unethical manner for money, usually to the death. Athlifends are dangerous in that they often incite riots and end in shambles among watchers, and in that they are highly frowned upon by the law.
Source: James A. Melwether, Colloquial Speech of Sub-Government, New York City.
Mr. Coscrown's trance was soon interrupted by the familiar metallic cling of the bell and the yelling of his opponent.
"Mav, use Spark!"
A jolt of electricity seized Kai directly, sending him back and into the brick wall behind. The thin wings protruding from his back beat rapidly as he tried his best to endure the uncomfortable flow coursing through his body. He glanced at Coscrown, waiting for him to give a command.
Kai's trainer cleared his throat and ordered, "Kai, Double Team."
The scyther obeyed. In a split second, nearly ten extra Kais were produced from thin air and were all surrounding the electrike.
"Swords Dance."
The multiple scythers simultaneously shut their eyes and crossed their scythes in front of them, as if they were partaking in some sort of meditation ritual.
"Mav, use Discharge!" the opponent cried.
The electrike grinned and generated a wave of lightning that spread out in all directions. It directly hit all of Kai's copies, causing them to feign death and disappear, rendering the whole Double Team move useless. The real Kai was left standing, barely. He toppled to his knees, feeling the electricity take over his scales and bones. The electrike approached him, a smug expression smeared across its face.
"No disadvantage's going to bring Kai down," Coscrown confirmed with himself. "Toxic!"
"Strength!"
The green and yellow canine charged towards Kai, bowing its head. Kai got to his feet and swiftly moved to the side. As the electrike passed by, he slid the edge of his scythe down the side of its body. It came to a halt and turned around to face the unharmed scyther. It examined its wound, a small, minor cut in its flesh. It then averted its glance back to Kai. Its vision was suddenly obscured. The scyther who stood before it became a blurry blotch of color, as did the rest of the landscape. It shook its head frantically, trying to regain its vision and retain its consciousness. It charged at Kai, who dodged it with ease.
An audible growl of frustration was heard from Mr. Kenly. Hearing this, Coscrown smiled slightly.
"Kai, Sword Dance."
The scyther positioned himself like he had done before, with his scythes crossed and his eyes closed.
"Discharge, Mav!"
The electrike stumbled around, trying to locate its opponent. The cheers from the crowd disturbed its concentration and made its head ache. Finally, it found the green blur that was Kai. It began to summon the same electrical wave as it had summoned before, but before it could attack...
"Razor Wind."
A silver light glazed over Kai's now open eyes as he threw his scythes up, gathering every bit of energy in him for his attack. Behind him, a storm of metallic wires appeared from the air and were suspended there momentarily. The electrike took in the sight; the sunlight bounced off the wires as more and more of them formed from thin air, though it was all a picturesque blur to the canine. Kai threw his scythes down and guided the wires forward. They sped past Kai and towards the electrike.
The small pokémon was forced into the air, trying to brace itself as best it could, but in vain. The lower half of its body cleanly detached itself from its upper half in midair. As the razors flew past, a cloud of red mist was produced from the electrike. The cloud bloomed like a rose and then descended slowly back to the ground after the remains of the electrike had already fallen.
The crowed roared at the site. Some people cheered for Kai, others shook their head furiously because they had just lost their bid.
Kai returned to Coscrown, the edges of his beak bent into a slight smirk.
"It's just too easy for you, isn't it?" his trainer grinned.
"The winners: Coscrown and his scyther!" the elated judge proclaimed.
Mr. Kenly stood in shock. He eventual returned to reality and shook his head in anger. He eyed his fighter, whose body was strewn across the concrete. Then he made his way to Coscrown and presented him with the hundred dollars. "Good fight."
"Thank you."
Mr. Kenly left and disappeared into the crowd, which then dispersed and swarmed throughout the rink, paying no attention to the electrike. A red, two-legged insect emerged from the crowd and leapt at Coscrown, hugging him. The man stumbled backwards a bit, but then returned the hug reluctantly. He stared at Kai, who shrugged, befuddled. The red figure released Coscrown and stood before both of them so they could easily identify it. It was a scizor, the post-evolution form of Kai. It snapped its red, corphish-like claws together joyously.
"Wow," the scizor's voice bellowed inside Coscrown's head. "Roy Coscrown, it is such an honor to be in your presence." Its voice was graceful and soothing. Judging by the sound of its voice, it was a female.
"You – you're," Coscrown stuttered, his eyes wide.
"Mr. Coscrown, is this the... What is it? Forty-somethingth time you've won?" She turned to Kai. "Oh... And of course, let's not forget Kaiser. I don't know anyone else who has actually managed to survive forty-something battles."
"How are you talking?" asked the man. "Scizor can't use telepathy, can they?"
"I'm an exception, because I'm special," the scizor chuckled. "I trust that I will be seeing you both at the County Biathlon?"
"You'll be competing?" Kai spoke up.
The scizor ceased using telepathy and communicated with Kai using her normal language. "Yes, my trainer is here somewhere."
"So we might be fighting each other?"
"I can only hope so. Fighting you would be the greatest thing I would ever experience." The scizor blinked passively at Kai.
"...You're crazy!" Kai retreated against the wall of the alley. "We shouldn't be talking."
"I'm sorry, Ms. Scizor," Coscrown interjected. "We'll be on our way, now." With that, Coscrown lead Kai out of the alleyway and into the main street. "Scizor shouldn't be able to use telepathy," he mused. "Hey, Kai, what were you two talking about? She seemed to take a lot of interest in you."
Kai simply shook his head. He shivered as he imagined his fan before him on her knees, willingly awaiting her execution during the Biathlon.
Biathlon noun from Latin bi "two"
- An annual and highly official event where high ranked athlifenders fight in a tournament for a prize especially greater than what is achieved at a regular athlifend. See also: Athlifend.
Source: James A. Melwether, Colloquial Speech of Sub-Government, New York City.
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