Greetings.
Well, I'm not very good with words (?) so I'm gonna be straight about this, hoping I'm not sound like an idiot or something.
I'm new at this, so don't expect too much. I would really apreciate if you review my job, after all if none did it, I wouldn't know if someone liked it, or disliked it. I'm currently searching for a Beta Reader, yet having a hard time about that so if anyone out there is interested, you can PM asking me.
Here is the start. Short, but I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. If I did, then it would be 'The end of the world as we know it'. However, my OC and his 'mons do belong to me.
It was early in the morning, about seven o'clock. The deepest part of the forest behind Oak's lab was in the most absolute and unnatural of the silences. The wind didn't blow, the leaves didn't fall and the warbles of Pidgey and Spearow couldn't be heard anywhere, like if they where gone. It was almost an ominous silence, like the peace before a very big and nasty storm.
And then, a thunder broke all that silence.
In one of the several clearings hidden within the forest, some kind of vortex appeared. It was white, the color turning into deep black as it went nearer to the center of it. Suddenly, a human gloved hand came out of it slowly. Another hand followed it, a leg and in a matter of few seconds, the whole body, followed by a little pokémon.
The seventeen-years-old-looking young man was normal, yet there was some kind of invisible weird aura surrounding him. He had short, brilliant red hair with glasses adorning his face, hiding his light-blue eyes that irradiated with knowledge far beyond human understanding; he wore formal gray trousers with a plain white shirt covered by a black leather jacket. A distinguishing red scarf adorned his neckline, causing him to stand out in the mainly blue and green background behind him. Next to him, a Pikachu-coloured, spiky-eared Pichu wearing a pink bag was lying.
"Damn..." the young man complained as he held his head in pain and started to stand up and to clean the dust off his clothes, "Fucking 'Teleport' move. It always gets me dizzy everytime we use it."
"I don't get it, daddy. Why do you use this way, but not the other that is easier?" the Pichu asked innocently with a very shy and girly voice.
"I already told you over and over again, Kairi. The other way is WAY too dangerous to be used. Remember that time that the whole expressway blew up?"
"Dad, that was lame. The other way is WAY too dangerous to be used? Seriously?"
"Hey! At least I try it! Isn't that what mostly counts?"
"Exactly. MOSTLY. There are exceptions. And I don't have to say that this is one of that situations."
"[Well, well, well... Hello there.]" A dark deep voice that sounded almost like a growl greeted in an unnerving way.
Both the Pichu and the human quickly looked over thier necks, a Houndoom and a Mightyena standing behind them with a sick grin on their faces.
"[Look what we found, Void. Dinner.]" the Houndoom said as he licked his lips.
"Look, we don't want to kill you. So leave now and everyone is happy." the red haired young man wearing glasses sighed tiredly, his head still spinning.
"[You'll see, that's the kick.]" the Mightyena that seemed to be called Void said with a deep yet femenine voice. "[Our child are hungry. And as their parents, we need to feed them. And you are gonna help us with that, catch the drift, dead meat?]"
"Do catch it." the young man said as he led his right hand to his face and took off his glasses, his eyes glowing ominously from blue to red. "Yet dead meat I am not. Leave."
"[NOW!]" The Mightyena roared, the Houndoom charging towards Wataru and then jumped, ready to tear away the young man's neck.
"NO!" Pichu cried with worry, yet it was too late. Wataru was already holding the Dark Pokemon's jaws with his own bare hands, each of them holding each side, pulling the upper jaws upwards and the lower jaws downwards.
"[Let. Me. GO!]" the Dark Pokemon roared as he launched a 'Hyper Beam' at Wataru point blank, causing a very nasty explosion sending them back a few meters.
"[Are you okay, sweetheart?]" the Bite Pokemon asked to the Dark one.
"[Yeah.]" he nodded, his body and head with several cuts and bruises. "[He's dead. No human could survive that.]"
"Forgive my manners, I forgot to introduce myself." the young man's voice asked from behind them.
They quickly turned, the last thing they saw being the young man wicked grin. The last thing they feel being a pair of claws slashing their insides. The last thing they heard being the young man's voice saying his name, the name of their killer.
"My name is Wataru Kamijo."
Author's Notes: http:/bulbapedia(dot)bulbagarden(dot)net/wiki/Spiky-eared_Pichu (Maybe you want to check that page, has quite important info in my opinion. You just have to change (dot) with, well, an actual dot.)
See ya all later!
