I'm back boys!
WHAT'S UP?!
Sorry it took so long, I'm a busy boy. In my junior year of high school, job, etc.
Anyways I welcome you all to the sequel to Pokémon Highschool! Yay…!
So before I start, I have to thank all of you for supporting me, leaving nice comments, all that good stuff. It's always appreciated, and I really love you guys. But enough stalling….
On with the fic!
"Yes mom, I'm aware that I need to buy oranges, and tamato berries as well. I already bought them." A young girl said into her cellphone as she walked out of the store, a small plastic bag dangling from her arm and she continued to chat away. Her long, almost golden, hair began flowing in the sudden breeze that picked up, as she clutched the yellow sunhat she wore. The sun was especially strong today, so she didn't want to burn her delicate peach skin. Her soft blue eyes focused on one of her contact names, as her thumb hovered over the button.
"No…I shouldn't…I've already bothered him too much." She muttered as her thumbs continued to flutter about as she continued strolling down the sidewalk.
"Hey! Watch it!"
Cresselia nearly lost her grip on her cellphone as her person collided with another. "Oh sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going."
"Cause you're probably too busy sending a bajillion messages to every guy on the planet." The guy huffed.
"Hey, that's not nice…" The girl pouted.
"Take it easy, Pyroar. I have a bad feeling about this." A teenager said to the young adult harassing Cresselia. He was about 6 feet tall with long red hair, he had black jeans and wore red hoodie.
"You worry too much, Zoroark." Pyroar laughed. "I'm making a joke." He sneered, looking back at the blonde and taking one of her Tamato berries and taking a bite out of it. "Consider it compensation." He chuckled.
"Hey! I need those." Cresselia proclaimed, hiding the rest of her food from the thief.
"Oh really? And what are you going to do to stop me?" He growled, looking down as he towered over her.
"Umm…Pyroar…"
"Not now, Zoroark."
"Pyroar…"
"Shut up, Zoroark."
"Move."
Pyroar turned around to be confronted by the icy gaze of white haired, pale skinned boy wearing a black leather jacket over a white shirt. His black jeans seemed to flutter in the non-existent wind, as did his red scarf, tied tightly around his neck.
The mystery boy looked at the young adult with his two ice-blue eyes, piercing into his soul.
"And who do think you are to command me?" Pyroar growled. His hair ignited and took the shape of a flaming mane, and long sharp claws replaced his fingernails. The young man grinned cockily, showing off his sharp fangs.
The boy simply sighed, and closed his eyes. "Who am I?"
"Darkrai…"
His body became transparent and phantom-like.
"…motherfucking…"
His hands became claws.
"…Dakuri…"
His eyes reopened, revealing that one of them had turned a crimson red, while the right stayed blue.
Pyroar was a bit thrown off by the brief moment. His body was too scared to move. Nonetheless he forced himself to throw a punch at Darkrai. However, it simply phased right through him.
"I'll say it one more time, move. Before I actually have to attack." The Pitch Black Pokémon responded blandly.
The Royal Pokémon growled and unleashed a flurry of punches so fast that the air around his fists began to heat up the vapor in the area. Steam soon covered the area; many people went inside for safety, while a couple stayed outside to watch what was going to happen.
As the steam cleared, Darkrai appeared to have disappeared, as did the blonde girl that had run into him. He growled and roared into the sky, releasing a torrent of flames into the air.
"COWARD!"
"That would have been a headache." The Pitch Black Pokémon rolled his eyes as he stared at the angry man below him.
"I was just on my way to see you, Cresselia." The boy smiled a little, his shiny blue eyes returning once more. The Lunar Pokémon stared at him, completely stunned and shaking slightly. Once the events had registered in her brain.
"DARKIE!", she immediately leaped at the boy, wrapping her arms around him and snuggling her head into his muscular chest. She took in his scent, it smelled like leather and the crisp autumn wind…
"You're never going to stop calling me that, are you?" He asked. Getting a simple and chipper "nope!" as a response.
He held her tightly, whispering how much he missed her, before letting go and observing her features. Her hair had grown a little longer, her features a bit sharper, eyes a bit brighter, body a bit curvier.
"How about we catch up somewhere that isn't the rooftop of a random building. How about the café right by Academy of Origins? I think I heard that it still open." He proposed.
Cresselia nodded, "that sounds good, but how to we get down?" she asked.
"Well you're going to figure out what I've spent the past two years doing." Was his only response as he grabbed her by the waist and jumped off the building, their bodies becoming progressively transparent. By the time the two hit the ground, they had completely dissolved into the shadows of the street. Cresselia's screams fading away, confusing the nearby people.
"You didn't even give me a chance to say anything!" She exclaimed as she took her seat right across from him. "What even was that?!" She glared.
"Well when we first met, I had barely gotten down the concept of 'shadow traveling', after all my training I'm able to travel great lengths, and even carry a person with me." Darkrai explained. "I learned a lot while training in those mountains."
"That's nice and all, but at least give me some warning next time." She sighed, before giving one of her signature smiles, its radiance embarrassing the Pitch Black Pokémon a little bit. "I really missed you these past two years, I only got to see you a couple times." The girl pouted.
"They didn't really let me leave the mountains. Those times that you saw me? I snuck out." He explained. "Did you get the letters that I sent to you?"
Cresselia blushed and nodded, "I kept all of them, they're in my closet." She murmured, burying her face in the menu. "You didn't have to…."
He chuckled, "The monks said it was a good way to keep myself at peace and clear my mind. By focusing on one thing, I could slowly organize my mind. That actually reminds me of something that I want to show you later." He explained. "So how has the rest of the gang been?"
"They've been pretty good, let's go see them!" She smiled.
"Hey dude…"
"Yeah, man?"
"Ever wonder what happens to the 'd' in refrigerator?"
"Whoa…mind blowing stuff. I have no idea…"
A small bell rang as the couple entered the familiar Otaku Shack. A thin white smoke loomed over the store, as did a strong herbal scent.
"Welcome! I'm on my lunch break!" The clerk said, removing his blue goggles from his head and messing up his long purple hair.
"Yeah, come back later man…" The other one responded. Throwing down his grey scarf on the counter and softly rubbing his tan skin.
"Yveltal? Sableye?"
The two stared blankly at the Pitch Black Pokémon, and then at each other, and the back at him, and then back at each other.
"DARKRAI!" They exclaimed in unison, smiling widely.
"You two look…well…I guess." He chuckled awkwardly, eyeing the two of the strangely. Sableye's purple hair had grown a bit longer, now reaching half way down his neck. His brooch still had the red ruby in the center, but now it also had a slightly large orb with an odd red and purple design in the middle. Yveltal had grown a bit taller and way more toned, his hair had a slight grayish tint and his hair was past his neck and was slightly greasy.
"It's been awhile, how you been up in dem mountains?" Yveltal asked.
"It was very quiet and serene; it'll take a while to adjust back to all the noise of this town." He explained. "What have you been doing for the past two years?"
"Finished high school, just been drifting around since then." Yveltal shrugged, "I've been helping this guy out every now and again; I took up surfing again, and have been practicing for a competition in Sunyshore City." The Destruction Pokémon grinned, his eyes a bit glazy.
"Sableye? Is someone there?" A light-skinned woman in her early 20's yelled as she descended the stairs. She wore a light yellow sundress with a white apron on top. Her long black hair was kept tightly in a ponytail. Her sharp maroon eyes pierced through the smoke.
"I thought I told you to knock it off with the smoking indoors, it ruins the sense of this place." The woman complained, placing her hands on her hips.
"It's okay Mawile, this is Darkrai, and old friend of mine. I'll clear up the smoke before I open again." The young adult chuckled.
The Pitch Black Pokémon glared at the woman, "Are you Mawile? The same one from the Mighty Megas?" Mawile looked down and nodded, "Yes, and I'm really sorry about all the trouble we caused back then. I haven't heard from my former teammates, but I can tell you that I've completely given up that lifestyle."
"She's been living with me for the past 2 years. We've gotten close since then. Very close." The Darkness Pokémon chuckled, causing Mawile to blush.
"Isn't she like three years older than you?" Yveltal asked.
"Age is just a number." Sableye winked, causing the woman to growl with frustration and embarrassment and storm back upstairs. "I love that woman."
"Do you know where Xerneas and Arceus is?" Darkrai asked.
"No clue, I don't keep in touch with them that often." The Destruction Pokémon shrugged. Cresselia sensed where this conversation was going, and gently tugged her boyfriend's jacket.
"What do you mean? Have you not been in contact with Xerneas?" Darkrai asked, unaware of her girlfriend's silent protests.
"Nah man…we're not a thing anymore." He sighed, his eyes carrying a look of confusion and what seemed like despair. "It just didn't work out."
"Oh…I'm sorry to hear that." Darkrai looked away, not knowing how to respond to that. "Well I'm going to see Mewtwo and Giratina, and I'm going to challenge them to a battle. Do you wanna join?"
The familiar grin was once again dawned upon the Destruction Pokémon's face. "Hell yah I wanna join!"
Darkrai chuckled a bit, helping his friend up. "Then let's go."
"Dinner? I'm fine with anything really. Listen honey, I might be a little late…Darkrai's back in town, I have to give him a proper greeting. Yes, Yes I know. Don't worry, I won't tell her…okay, bye. I love you too, Genesect."
A man sighed as leaned back into his seat, he grabbed a picture frame and examined it, as he usually did after phone calls with his wife. These past two years haven't been the greatest for him, his deep purple hair has now become a bit more whitish, small wrinkles formed underneath his eyes, and he even had to wear glasses now.
"It's a good thing Genesect still finds me attractive…" He thought to himself as his index finger drifted softly across the glass pane, it landed right on his daughter's bright pink hair.
The girl had an affiliation for pink. She wore a pink dress and had pink hair with matching pink sandals that she rarely took off. The only thing that wasn't pink was her peach skin and her sky blue eyes. She was such a beautiful young girl, and he wished nothing but the best for his daughter.
A thought came back to him; she technically wasn't his daughter.
"Please Mewtwo! Take care of her!" A woman with long purple hair pleaded to her brother, holding a covered basket in her arms, shielding it from the rain.
"Why should I?" He asked gruffly as he let his sister inside his small, cramped, one-bedroom apartment.
"I have no one to turn to, and I know deep down, there's still that caring person I grew up with." She pleaded. "That kind of person can raise my daughter, Mew." The woman removed the blanket that covered the basket, revealing a young baby, tucked tightly in a pink blanked.
"That person is no more." Mewtwo huffed, trying to ignore his sister's pleading eyes.
"She can stay here for a couple of days, then you find a better place for her." He spat. She smiled widely and hugged her brother, thanking him a million times. He couldn't help but smile.
"I won't rest until I find a home for her. At least I know that she'll be safe." She smiled.
"How so?"
"Cause she's going to be with you, her guardian angel."
Those were the last words he ever heard from her sister.
He remembered hearing the news about her death; "unknown causes", they claimed.
He remembered attending her funeral, seeing faces he had once forgotten.
He remembered trying to raise Mew, and the struggle it took to adopt fatherhood.
He remembered leaving the Mighty Megas, a team he had raised for nearly 5 years.
"What would have happened if I had said no…" He whispered to himself as he pushed a small red button on his desk.
"Giratina, we're expecting some familiar faces, let's meet them in the battle field."
"It's been a while, hasn't it?" Darkrai chuckled, cracking his fingers one by one, approaching his old teacher. "You've aged quite a bit."
"I guess I have…you're looking quite well." Mewtwo raised a brow, Darkrai was already his height, but since the teacher was levitating ever-so-slightly to give himself a bit more superiority, the boy hadn't noticed. The psychic type noticed Yveltal in the background, taking a puff and staring out in to the sky. "Yveltal! Where have you been all this time? I've barely caught sight of you these days. Still not in college?"
"College really isn't my thing. I've been practicing for a competition." The Destruction Pokémon grinned, folding his arms over his head. "Where's Mr. Security?"
"Right behind you."
Yveltal shrieked and nearly leaped into the air, "Not cool man."
A small smile was barely visible behind Giratina's gold visor, his reddish-brown eyes gleaming with a lot more intensity than when Darkrai had first met him; although it was still barely visible behind the black lens of the visor. The boy had gotten a lot leaner, more streamlined in a way, in that it was thin and solid. He had probably become small compared to Darkrai or Yveltal, but by no means weaker. His gold hair was dyed red at his bangs. He wore tight black jeans and a red shirt with peculiar stiches by his shoulders.
"Still not a man of many words, are you Giratina?" The Pitch-Black Pokémon asked.
Giratina shrugged in response, "It's how I am."
"I hope you've gotten stronger in these past two years. I haven't been able to practice my skills as much as I want to." The Genetic Pokémon smiled cockily as he began to levitate slightly off the ground. His fingers melted into three connected orbs, and a large purple tail grew from behind him.
Giratina simply grunted as six spiny, black tendrils emerged from his back, each with a ruby red stinger-like tip. Three gold ring-like objects encompassed his torso, however they were open at his stomach. His visor seemed to shine in the sunlight.
Yveltal's body grew even more, to the point where he was a colossal 7 feet high. Large, flat, 5 toed claws protruded out of his back; two near his shoulders, where someone would expect wings, and another on his lower back, looking like some weird tail. The top was as black as the night while the bottom was a bright crimson, and it seemed to glow in a certain way, pulsate, in a slow rhythmic motion almost. The Destruction Pokémon cracked his knuckles, and his claw hands did the same. "I'm excited to see what my boy has been up to for this time."
"I don't think you'll be disappointed, but you will be surprised. I think this match will be over before Cresselia gets back from gossiping with her friends." Darkrai taunted. A wispy black aura surrounded him. His hair began to defy gravity and flowed upwards, revealing his icy blue right eye and demonic red left eye. However, nothing else from his body seemed to change.
"That's it?" Yveltal asked.
"Just you wait, I've got a couple of surprises in store for you guys." Darkrai smirked, a pitch-black flame emerging from his right hand; it glowed like a gemstone, rather than flickering like an actual flame.
"Obsidian Blaze…" He murmured as he tossed the crystal-like flame at the ground, which shattered upon impact and created a small wave of black flames that began advancing towards Mewtwo and Giratina.
The two were surprised by the attack, but managed to evade it by flying and levitating above the ground. The flames spread across the field, but oddly enough it didn't effect anything; the trees, rocks, bushes, and even Darkrai and Yveltal were left unaffected.
"Yveltal, go after Giratina on my mark." The Pitch-Black Pokémon instructed as he formed a finger gun at the duo. The tips of his fingers glowed a transparent black; and after simulating a gunshot a volley of dark bullets went straight for Mewtwo and Giratina. The two immediately strafed to the sides to avoid the shots, giving Yveltal the opportunity to pursue Giratina.
Leaping out of a portal Yveltal attempted to slug the Renegade Pokémon, but was quickly thwarted by his tendrils.
"Come on man, that's not fair." The Destruction Pokémon pouted, using his large claws as makeshift wings to keep him in the air. Giratina said nothing as he continued beating his tattered wings to keep himself from being burned by the black flames bellow.
Yveltal chuckled, "Okay Mr. Silent, let's see if this will make you talk." He formed large purple orbs in his hands, and fired streams of Shadow Balls at Giratina. The Ghost/Dragon type stayed silent as he followed suit with the same attack.
The grin slowly dripped out of Yvetal's face as he continued to fly around, shooting whatever he could at Giratina, who effort deflected or canceled out every single attack that was thrown at him.
"Okay…now I'm getting pissed." Yveltal growled as he flew to the side of the building, using it to launch himself towards Giratina, his claw hands were now mimicking his real hands, both cocked back for an explosive punch. Giratina's wings turned into tendrils a second before the impact landed, forming a barrier that protected his body. However, the force sent him crashing to the ground like a meteorite in the blink of an eye. A dust cloud went up, with the black flames clinging to it like glue.
"Finally…I landed a hit. I feel pumped up!"
Mewtwo was surprised by how difficult it was to avoid Darkrai's attacks, even more so since the boy was still on the ground looking almost disinterested. While he wasn't going all out, Mewtwo was still impressed by the boy's skills.
Darting from left to right, flying in circles and loops, shooting Shadow Balls as flares to deflect all the attacks Darkrai was shooting at him; Mewtwo couldn't find a proper opening to attack. This frustration was made worse when the dust cloud rose from the crater that the Genetic Pokémon's partner had created, which had the sickly black flame clinging to it. It stung more than burned, sticking to his body.
"Hmph, this is getting annoying. Looks like I don't have to hold back anymore." The teacher said as he snapped his fingers, creating a sphere of psychic energy that expanded and wiped away all of the fire. "I'm going to be stepping it up a little bit now, so get ready." He warned as his right hand made a star formation in the area, the areas where his hands had touched glowing a bright pink.
Mewtwo snapped his fingers, and 5 pink lasers were shot at the Pitch Black Pokémon, who did nothing as a wall of shadow energy appeared from the ground and absorbed the attack.
"What?!"
"I told you I was full of surprises, Mewtwo." Darkrai smirked as he cracked his fingers, surrounding himself with another black aura.
"Alright, this is getting annoying." The teacher frowned. "I mean no ill-will when I use this." Mewtwo's body was encased in a cocoon-like sphere for a brief moment. When he emerged, Mewtwo's body had been altered. His body had become bigger and bulkier, he grew V-shaped horns, and thick ridges formed on his shoulders, over lapping each other like armor.
In an instant he teleported behind Darkrai. "Nothing personal, kid." Mewtwo charged a white light in his right fist.
"Pys-Punch!"
A blinding white light flashed, disorientating the other two fighters. To Mewtwo's surprise, Darkrai was completely unharmed, but what was more surprising was how. Something came out of Darkrai and blocked the attack. It's body was transparent and wispy, it's feet thin stacks, hands like sickles, and long flowing hair that floated up like billows of clouds. It's eyes were a deep crimson.
"W-what?!" Mewtwo was taken aback, stepping back to understand what had happened.
"You remember Kira? This is him." Darkrai said, pointing to the ethericspirit that was coming from his back.
"Nice to MEAT you!" Kira cackled, sharpening his claws.
"How did you manage to do that?" Mewtwo asked.
"You learn a lot in those mountains. I was able to clear my mind and freely control him. I wanted to show Cresselia, bit I think the match will be over before she gets here. Yveltal!" Within seconds the Destruction Pokémon, clearly exhausted, appeared right next to Darkrai.
In a similar fashion, Giratina appeared next to Mewtwo, also shocked by the appearance of Kira.
"Let's finish this in one more attack."
"Agreed."
The four charged their most powerful attacks and leaped at each other.
"Oblivion Wing!"
"Shadow Force!"
"Pys-Strike!"
"Dark Void!"
"GRAVITY!"
The four came crashing down onto the ground, unable to move. They all flashed back to normal and tried to look around for the source of the disturbance.
Arceus tapped her golden staff and the gravity turned back to how it was originally. "You guys were getting too carried away, you would have taken out half the school with that attack." She explained as she dusted off the dirt that clung to her white and gold robes. She brushed her white hair and marched straight over to Giratina, her soft but stern golden green eyes locked onto him.
"And I told you not to fight so much! You're going to over exert yourself." She scolded. The Renegade Pokémon looked down, "sorry…" he mumbled. Her scorn quickly faded, "I can't stay mad at you." She cooed, kissing his cheek.
"Did not see that coming…" Darkrai said to Yveltal.
"Oh yeah, she has him like whipped, dude." The Destruction Pokémon chuckled.
Following the Alpha Pokémon was Cresselia and Xerneas.
"Did you have to go all out Darkie?" Cresselia pouted.
"I didn't go all out." He responded.
"Still, it was just supposed to be a spar. We saw the dust cloud like a mile away. You need to be more careful." The Lunar Pokémon said hugging her boyfriend.
"My bad, I got carried away." He shrugged, returning the hug. His gaze drifted off to Yveltal and Xerneas, awkwardly standing next to each other. Their breakup must have been recent, as they still didn't know how to act around one another.
Xerneas had cut her hair, it now only reaching just above her shoulders, her blue and black corset has been switched out for a blue shirt and a black jacket. She wore a black skirt that went past her knees with small gold lines going through it.
"So…how have you been? Things been alright?" Yveltal asked awkwardly.
"Yeah, everything has be fine…how about you?" Xerneas responded, bashfully.
"They've been like this for a while now." Cresselia whispered, "it's been killing us."
"ouch…"
Darkrai flicked on the light, for the first time in two years. A family had been using the area while he was away, so the furniture was different areas, and drawings and other little doodles were now scattered around the walls.
"That's going to be annoying to clean up." The boy groaned.
"Hey, where's Zoura?"
The boy flinched and shot back, seeing his girlfriend eyeing him curiously. "Don't sneak up on me like that, why are you even here?" He asked.
"You forget that we live very close together. I just wanted to check up on you, it's been awhile since I've seen you or this house." She explained, "so, where's Zoura?"
"With her Grandmother, she's coming back later this week, so I only have a few days to fix up the house." Darkrai said. "Right now I'm going to go to sleep, you do what you want."
Apparently "do what you want" led them to making out on Darkrai's bed. Cresselia straddled her beloved, smiling and giving him little kisses. She took his scent; it was cool, misty, like a mountain, and had a hint of leather. Her blonde hair drooped over his face, "Have you missed the taste of my lips?" She giggled, pampering him with more kisses.
"Right now, your lips aren't the only things I've been missing." He said in a husky voice, his slender fingers interlocked with her tiny digits.
"My parents won't be home till tomorrow evening. Mind if I spend the night here?" She smirked.
"I don't have a problem with that, but don't expect any sleep." He grinned, his hands gliding across her bare skin.
"I didn't plan on getting any with you around." She giggled.
WHOOOOAAAAHHHH
THINGS ARE CHANGING?!
AHHH!
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