'Ello.

Another annoying fic idea -.-; I can think of so many ideas, but I never can think of a title for them. Well I finally settled with Finis, it's Latin for end.

Location, time: Mangaverse sort of, just generally the pokémon world, really, let's say 5 years after Cerise ;) don't you think?
Pairings: Championshipping (Red x Lance) again, and a wee bit of Originshipping (Wallace x Steven) too.
Any other notes: Darkie. Hence the pen-name. An idea that was inspired by a story we read in English class called 'Mother in Rebellion' and I found that I could sort of empathize to it.
Warnings: The above pairings...yeh, dark themes, death, more Lance. (makes mental note to write more about other characters)

Aiie! Nearly forgot;DISCLAIMER: I do not own pokemon. If I did, you would never see Misty again. Oh, wait, we haven't seen Misty for a while. Oh well. I still don't own pokemon. Not mine. Mine not. There.

She surely was an excellent parent. She was the mother they depended on and their father was a Miracle. The Mother and the Miracle produced the most perfect twins.

Perfect at birth.

One twin was satisfied with how his mother went about, and learnt to respect her. He was peaceful with only argument amongst himself. However...the second twin was rebellious and tried to manipulate his parent. He manipulated her to do right and wrong. Wonderful and stupid. He was the one who imagined and invented, but was ignorant, clumsy and greedy; he never thought ahead. Worst of all, he abused the love of his brother only to result in enslaving him. Also, he was killing his parent, tiring her, draining her of her energy.

It was time to perform the ultimate finale. Though she loved both her sons dearly, only two of the three of them would live on. So she told her peaceful child to escape with her.

The other had to go...

"They cannot see it."

"No."

Two cloaked figures hid in the shadows of an alleyway away from the busy nightlife of the city. One clung onto the other as they watched their fellow race continue with its life, oblivious to the intentions of the earth. The elder of the two tutted, looking into the sky.

"See that flock of Pidgey?" He pointed at the cloud of birds dancing off into the west. "They wouldn't fly in broad daylight; there are sport hunters in the forest. Neither would they travel in that direction. I think the pokémon have been instructed somehow to go to Hoenn."

The young man's partner looked over at him, as if expecting something more to be said.

"Really?"

"That's just what I think. Don't expect any confirmation on that comment."

"Oh, I see." There was a pause as they watched the street again. "How long do you think we have?" he added, solemnly. Several sharp nails dug into his skin suddenly, forcing the blood away. The teen winced.

"Who's 'we'." the young man growled.

"Oh, still not human, are you?" the other person replied, with a pinch of disagreement to this opinion.

"I will never consider or admit myself a member of that foul race. I would sooner name myself a Sudowoodo than name myself human."

The shadowed face opposite him broke into a wide grin. Nothing changed his partner's mind. Never to sway from his will, and never concerned about his own life.

"People admire you, you do know that, hunh?" the teen mentioned.

"They would if they liked me."

"People do like you. I like you."

Had it been anybody else speaking those words and the young man would have countered accusingly with 'stop sucking up to me, because it doesn't work' or just simply 'save those words for your mother'. Instead he pounced.

"We're in public..." the teen gasped, recovering from shock.

"It's dark here, besides, Gyarados Hydro Pumped my bed."

"Ah..."

"And as you say, we haven't got long left."

"What?"

"We're human. And no amount of self-denying can hide that from nature's wrath."

"And won't they..."

"Yes. We both know Humanity's Will. For future races preserve international treasure."

"I still don't understand how us two are part of humanity's treasure."

"Neither do I, really." the young man admitted, brushing a lone strand of hair out of his love's face, then kissing him. "How did anything happen..." he added, whispering the words to the world.

Then tears fell.

"...the mass congregation of pokémon great and small to the Hoenn region. What is their purpose? What is their reason? The Sootopolis Gym leader, Wallace Gerald Drinkwater reports."

A sweetly smiling, bonnie faced, blue haired man appeared on the screen above a sign stating his name and his location: The Cave of Origin.

"As the viewers can see, behind me there are hoards of pokémon grouping into one giant mass about the region's Cave of Origin. It is currently completely unknown what has encouraged or inspired this migration, but scientists are presently researching this area. So far, we have discovered no natural instinct that would encourage an entire race of beings to react in this way. We should have evidence and facts some day soon."

"Should we be worried?"

"I should think not." Wallace replied. "It's in fact perhaps a critical moment in human discovery. It's surely going to help Science and development in the world we know, and it's also got Sootopolitan residents outside. I don't think anybody had seen a Larvitar before!"

"Thankyou, Wallace."

"Cut."

The news cameramen wheeled their equipment away as Wallace whipped around, completely removing his fake, plastic smile. His face darkened into true knowledge of the situation looming over the world's near future. He approached the Champion nearby, who wore an identical expression of dread.

"You lied again." Steven said, lowly.

"I can't get it out." Wallace muttered and turned to face the man. "Not the entire race of men can handle devastation as well as we Elites..."

"It'll come out at some point. Some day soon." Steven watched the pokémon nearby, who knew somehow that they were safe but filled with tension. "The pokémon know. It's right for them to live on. For centuries humans have used them, now they deserve to have peace. We own the freedom they have lost."

Suddenly there was a slight lurch and both of them slipped on their feet as the earth swayed. They found each other's hands and squeezed tight as the earthquake rocked away beneath them. Rumbling faded away as their eyes caught together...

"Mother Earth." Wallace whispered. "We've hurt you..."

Ninetales floated across the waters in the center of the great city, assisted by its Crawdaunt friend as it thought about the world. The shore touched its feet and the water pokémon scuttled after it to their destination.

I still see not why...the Cave of Origin... the Crawdaunt began questioningly.

It's where we began, and why shouldn't birthplace protect your life? the Ninetales answered. There is much going to happen. The race of men is going.

Gone forever? I do not understand.

They've done enough to the environment. Nosing in on it. They just couldn't leave us pokémon be, could they?

Crawdaunt remembered the swirling waves and claps of lightning at completely the wrong time of year, then visions of nets and boxes taking his family away. His calmness ebbed out of his mind slightly...

But our trainer...was such a good person...

I'm sick of hearing that, newcomer.

Both the pokémon looked up in time to see a Sneasel hop down in front of them and flash its claws angrily.

I know some of us had good trainers... it hissed, But that's not what we worry about each and every day, is it?

What about your trainer? Ninetales purred.

My trainer ignored me and gave me mental herbs instead of the nice Devon or Silph brands everyone else gets. Sneasel replied, But I've been told that some of you luckily had decent folk caring for you. That's not the point though, you haven't answered my question.

The newcomers looked at each other clueless.

They're as Good as Goldeen alone. But get them together...

Ninetales shivered. It was horrible...and Sneasel was right...

Did you come alone? Only two of you in one party? Sneasel changed the subject.

The others refused to come...

Yes, Crawdaunt added, They were most loyal. But something was telling us not to let our instincts order us to stay.

The race of men hasn't much time left. Sneasel sighed, But we are safe here. We...

The babble of pokémon voices almost instantly died out as a figure galloped into view. The three who were talking moved out of the way as Suicune trotted into the centre of the mob. Everyone was listening.

There is no worry! it bellowed, We have finished our move. There are no more pokémon willing to move outside the Cave of Origin. We are ready. We, the race of Pokémon, are ready to live on!

A cry of triumph erupted from the cave into the creeping night.

"Earthquake, what does it mean?" Kamon suggested.

"I TOLD YOU!" Wallace roared, causing Steven to bury his face in his hands. "THIS IS NOT NEWS, AND I'M NOT REVEALING ANYTHING ABOUT THE END OF HUMANITY!"

"It's a good headline, and this is important!" the teenager said, putting his feet up on the gym leader's desk. "Steven's right. You need to tell the world about what's going to happen. Besides, I don't find it so bad."

"You have an excuse..." Will, Kamon's Elite partner whispered, fiddling with a ring on his finger nervously. "I can see it all...but if I tell you...we'll all go mad..."

Everybody shot concerned looks at each other and then looked back at Will. The young psychic bit his lip and they could all tell that his eyes were hard with wisdom under that mask.

"I'll tell them in my own time..." Wallace gritted and stood up.

"SIT DOWN!" Will screamed. He threw the water trainer back into the chair just as another tremor ran through the building, shaking the entire contents of the room. The light fitting above Wallace fell suddenly and swung eerily on its wire close to his head.

Everyone shivered in silence.

"Wallace..." Steven whispered, "This obviously has something to do with..."

"I know, but I've told you what I'm willing to do." He closed his soft sapphire eyes. "I think it's the wisest thing possible."

"Yeh..." Kamon shrugged and grinned. "And who cares? Humanity was doomed anyway. We would have killed ourselves."

"There are elements of truth in that..." Will said, mysteriously.

"Who told you that?" Steven queried, suspiciously.

"Well, you learn to think like people you know." Kamon explained abstractly.

"Who was it?" Wallace yawned.

Kamon blanched, obviously protective of the information. Will slapped a hand to his forehead. The two of them were saved by the phone that shrieked the tune of the Pokémon song; Steven blushed and snatched it up.

"TALK TO ME!" he yelled, embarrassed. There was a pause on the other end of the line.

"Listen, this is Lance...it's starting..."

"We know that," Steven began as everyone crowded around to listen, "Wait...how do you know about it? It isn't on the news, is it?" Wallace froze.

"No, we felt it, you halfwit."

Steven sighed like a rattle. "In Kanto...as well?"

"They felt it all over. It's not a small thing. This has got to affect the entire earth, Steven..."

"This is the whole earth. And we Elites know exactly what's happening..."

"Actually, no." Lance interrupted. "Red and I aren't up to date on that information. We know that the pokémon have been instructed to move...and are heading towards Hoenn..."

"The Cave of Origin."

Lance gasped in realization. "Of course..."

"So we know more than you do!" Kamon screamed childishly. Steven jumped.

"What the...Kamon? Oh, yes, they let you in because you changed your ways..."

"Don't start on this, Lance..." Kamon sighed wearily.

"You may know why...but do you know exactly how?"

Everybody looked at Will. The young psychic shook his head.

"No." he croaked. "Even telling you why I won't explain is too much."

The line crackled as Lance breathed down it. "I've been researching it. It can be considered that the pokémon have a part to play..."

"What?" Wallace shouted, "How could you suggest such a thing? The pokémon aren't suddenly just going to rebel and kill every human on the planet..."

"Wallace..." Kamon whispered hoarsely, "Lance attempted to obliterate the human race 5 years ago...perhaps you should let him talk."

Wallace looked confused to the double meaning, but shut up anyway.

"There is no greater controller of the elements, apart from the Earth, than Pokémon. Water. Fire. Ground. Air. Also Electricity and Ice come in. They have helped to shape the earth, but nobody's ever discovered that because humans have been countering it with their activities."

"Makes sense..." Wallace rubbed his chin.

"Pokémon have those powers. It can be assumed that the tremors we've been feeling have been caused by the pokémon congregated at the Cave of Origin."

"So...you're saying that...the pokémon may be siding with Mother Earth..."

"I'm saying that Mother Earth wants to keep the pokémon, Wallace." Lance said. "W...humans have abused the love of the Earth. There's no going back."

Everybody sat and thought for a few moments and wasted money on Steven's mobile phone, before Wallace stood up with another comment.

"If I were to tell the world exactly what was going on, we would rush to the Cave of Origin as well."

"Wallace, NO!" Steven panicked.

"That's my point! Think about what everybody would do in selfishness. We Elites have to keep it safe between us. It's a bloody good job I haven't told the truth. Because...because this time Nature gets its way. It's the end."

The group of people nodded. There was a crackling of laughter from the other end of the phone again. Steven picked it up.

"Lance, what is it? You did hear that, didn't you?"

"Yes, of course I did...it's just...RED!" The phone crackled again. Everybody blinked.

"Shall...shall we hang up now?" Steven hiccupped.

Red and Lance giggled. Steven hastily pressed the button and threw the device down as if what they were doing was telephonically infectious. Wallace puppy-dog-eyed him.

"No." Steven said, waving his hand.

End of Chapter1

So? I've had this one milling around in my brain for ages, but only just got it sorted. You like? Interested? Finished reading already? Have suggestions? Have comments? Good! Have flames? Too much, take it back.

The Elite duos are:

Lance and Red: Kanto (I know, I KNOW. The Championshipping got the better of me there. It WILL rule the world.)
Kamon (Silver) and Will: Johto (No relationship here, but it would be kind of cute. I thought this would be humorous as a duo, but I have changed Kamon's character a bit...)
Wallace and Steven: Hoenn (I thought I'd try my hand at Originshipping, plus I would have them as a duo before any of the Hoenn Elite Four.)

Chapter two should be up soon, methinks. As I said, I've had too many ideas, that's the problem. My other one's on hold until I'm hyper again. (eats candy)