HELLO, READERS!
This is my first fanfiction I've written in a LONG, long while, so the first few Chapters may be kinda rusty... But either way, I hope you all enjoy reading this story!
THE STORY: Jacques is a Bisharp who's traveling across the two Universes- the Mortal World and Spirit World (why does this remind me of Avatar? xD)- far and wide to find the one who killed his wife, Rosalinda the Gardevoir, and avenge her. He meets some new allies and old friends among the way, yet he must face old rivals and new enemies alone as well.
RATED M FOR CHARACTER DEATHS, MENTIONING OF BLOOD, LANGUAGE, AND AN OVERALL DARK TONE! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! OTHER INFORMATION: 3rd Person POV, Genre: Angst and Suspence (may also be Action or Adventure, depends on the chapters' situation) For others... Enjoy! :3
"D-DAMN IT ALL!"A Bisharp punched the ground near his utterly destroyed home.
Jacques was his name, and he was shedding his first set of tears in forever. He was too late- his wife, A Gardevior named Rosalinda, had been slaughtered remorselessly by an unknown assassin. All that the assassin had left behind was a drawing of a smiling butterfly with the number 666 below it, slightly smothered in blood.
Sobbing, he had grieved greatly next to Rosalinda's bloody corpse. She was his only true love, who's soul was being fed to the Devil of all Pokemon himself, Giratina. It appeared he had hired the 666th Pokemon (who's girly and VERY unsettling) to collect the poor Gardevoir's soul in order to harvest it for giving power to his evil Ghost and Dark Type minions- not all of them were evil, however.
Then, a shadow appeared behind Jacques, a lifeless expression on her face.
"I can give hints of who killed your wife", she responded.
In his sobbing, the Bisharp didnt notice her until he sniffled. Jacques quickly turned and saw a Banette- who was holding an old-looking map, his issue causing him to grow angry and rush into conclusions.
"Was it YOU?!" the Bisharp angrily depicted his sharp blades on his arms.
"No, it was a Kalos region Pokemon who is a Flying Type- here's a map to where you can start your hunt, young one." The Banette tossed the map to him, as she suddenly vanished from thin air once Jacques looked at the map.
He had then covered his lover's corpse with a laced blanket, and had muttered "I WILL find whoever did this to you, and I'll MAKE them pay!" Storming off whilst being afixated on avenging Rosalinda, Jacques didn't yet realize that someone was following him- the figure gave a sympathetic smirk as it skillfully followed along.
After 49 minutes of utterly aimless travel by foot, Bisharp couldn't keep on going on the dirt road the stretched for miles- due to his asthma condition, he fell on his knees and began to cough huskily nonstop. Knowing this, he tried to make his way back to his ruined home- but was close to asphyxiation if he didn't get any help soon.
Jacques was only quivering as he was struggling to survive (When people have asthma attacks, it's kinda hard for them to breathe). Right before he was knocked out, he heard a voice with an accent (that was 10% Irish and 89.99% Japanese, to be exact) try to keep him awake.
"Quick, use your asthma pump, before it's too late!" Jacques gasped once he felt his asthma pump- which he just realized he forgot to bring with him- being shoved into his mouth. Taking two pumps as quickly as he could in desperation for survival, the Bisharp then exhaled loudly. He then saw a Samurott with his teeth gritted depicted as he worried, the Sword Blade Pokemon then standing up.
"Uhh... Thanks? Uhh..." Jacques then heard the Samurott speak once more.
"No problem- I'm Satoshi, but nowadays I go by Ronin. Anyways... Why are you running off like that?! You could've been CRITICALLY DECEASED if I wasn't here, by the way!" Jacques then laughed to himself as the Formidable Pokemon then gave him a large traveler's backpack while handing the map he found the Swords Blade Pokemon drop as he had his asthma attack.
"You also seemed to have forgotten THIS!" Ronin then helped Jacques travel back to his home's remains. He was (somewhat) nagging at the Bisharp for rushing into nowhere like that foolishly.
After explaining what was going on, Jacques then felt another tear drop down to his lap. The Samurott was nodding his head as he carefully listened to the Bisharp's sudden tragedy that happened just 3 hours ago.
Feeling remorse about how the Swords Blade Pokemon was feeling about his life being turned upside down, Ronin then had told his acquaintance "I'll help you properly give a funeral for your wife, and I'll let you crash at my place for the time being, okay?" he gave a slight smirk.
Jacques then squeaked out "R-REALLY? You'd do that...?" as Ronin nodded, packing up everything they'd both need for the road. The Bisharp hugged the Samurott tightly, showing his gratefulness.
"Oh, thank you SO MUCH! I really needed something like this..." Jacques shed a tear of contentment as Ronin smiled to himself as he was hugging the poor lad back. Once they were ready to set off, Ronin had walked alongside Jacques as they made their way to the city, where Ronin's home awaited.
The quest had only just begun.
And there you have it! The very first chapter of my (not-so-wonderful) fanfiction! I KNOW this story is somewhat bad, but hopefully I can have next chapter be much better! Thanks for reading, and please review this story so I can make it a little bit better! ~Kiki4Japan
